#fact fiend focus

[junggunz]

not just you and me | 🔞

cw: fem bodied reader | threesomes galore | oral (m receiving, f receiving) | overstimulation | fingering | squirting | double penetration (two pps in one hole for gun and goo's part)| spit roasting | i use she/her pronouns like twice eek | all characters featured are 18+ wc: each throuple is ~800 words each. 2.4k total

just straight up filth. proceed with caution and don't say i didn't warn you.

──★ ˙ ̟JAKE AND SAMUEL

The one sided competition between Samuel and Jake was no secret. It was one of the things that Samuel had a hard time hiding. So, naturally, you can’t help but push his buttons and wonder aloud if Jake was better than him in the bedroom. The latter had never paid any mind to the imaginary feud between them but once the teasing words leave your mouth, he’s intrigued.

Not because he has anything to prove, but solely due to the fact Jake has been waiting for you to give him a chance. Jake had already heard from Samuel about the few drunk slip ups where he got lucky, and ever since then Jake had been waiting for his turn. Even if he had to share you with Samuel this time, it would have to suffice for the time being. 

Your legs are spread, with Jake settled between them; your back in an impossible arch as he holds your hips firmly, pulling you onto his mouth. The first time you cum on his tongue, all you can think about is how quick it happens. The second time he makes you orgasm, you start to feel a little bit dizzy—by the third one, you’re delirious and can barely focus on using your own mouth to suck off Samuel.

“You think he’s better than me, don’t you?” He chuckles bitterly, stroking your hair as he looks down at your trembling body that was still being pleased with Jake’s lips and tongue, but this time with the addition of his long fingers. So selfishly lost in your own bliss, you can’t even formulate a response to Samuel as your moans pour freely from your mouth when you pull away from Samuel once again, your hand quickly jerking off his slick cock; coated in the most obscene amount of your saliva.

“Fuuck—” You gasp out, feeling the pad of Jake’s thumb circling your clit while he eases his fingers into you. Samuel watches—totally just to see the way your body responds, not because he wants to see Jake’s methodology for getting you so delirious— an amused smirk tugs at his lips seeing how much of a mess you’ve made. You’re pathetically writhing against the sheets, rolling your hips against Jake’s fingers as they press into your sweet spot; deliberately pushing yourself to overstimulation because there was just something about Jake’s tender touch that had you fiending for more. 

Samuel lets you have the pleasure of cumming on Jake’s fingers one more time before he’s moving around; the latter looking just as confused as you but still following Samuel’s lead anyway. The two of them exchange a couple hushed words between each other while you lay lithe against the bed. So fucked out and your throat sore from a combination of moaning so much and having Samuel ramming into your esophagus, you can’t find it in you to make any sort of noise of surprise when Jake suddenly lifts you up off the bed. Biceps flexing as he hooks his arms under your knees, you immediately cling on to him for support, your eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and curiosity.

“Just focus on me.” Jake tells you gently, leaning to capture your lips in a languid lip lock that has your body going slack in his hold. For a split second, you feel his hard length grazing your inner thigh right before it slips right into the sopping wet hole he just stretched out with his fingers. Moaning into his mouth, your once slack limbs are tensing up as you hold on to him tighter. With Jake kissing you so heatedly and the slick warmth of your walls wrapped around his cock, your senses are too overwhelmed to even think about what’s happening behind you.

You don’t hear the plastic lid of the lube bottle flip open. You don’t hear the loud squelch of the bottle being squeezed as Samuel smears the viscous liquid all over his fingers. And you barely even notice him easing his now lubed up fingers into the puckered rim of your ass. Jake had managed to get you so wet, your arousal seeped out of your pussy and thoroughly coated your other hole. 

As much as the little green monster of jealous whispers nasty thoughts into Samuel’s ear, he does a good job ignoring it. The fact that Jake was getting his sloppy seconds coupled along with the fact you were finally letting him have your other hole was enough to keep his ego comfortably inflated. Taking his spot behind you with his chest pressed up against your back, Samuel retracts his fingers from your ass only to slip his cock inside; a rush of pride coursing through him when you break your kiss with Jake to toss your head back with a breathy moan when he breaches the extremely tight opening. 

The feeling of your ass being stretched open by Samuel’s fat cock should have hurt. Even through your lust riddled mind, you knew that. But when he’s fully embedded inside the cavity, all you feel is a slight discomfort from being filled with not one but two very impressive dicks. Your cheeks flush as you realize that the only way this was able to be a pleasant experience was because of how wet you were.

Now, all that was left for you to figure out was if it was the flair of sensuality Jake approached you with or if it was Samuel’s rough hands that knew exactly how to work your body that had gotten you the most excited. Perhaps you would need a couple more sessions to come to a decisive conclusion.

──★ ˙ ̟GUN AND GOO

At the hands of two sadists with very different attitudes yet share the commonality of finding pleasure in the sight of you totally wrecked beneath them, you should have expected this. 

“Do you really think both of us will fit in here?” Gun asks, his hands spreading apart the globes of your ass to get a better look at your sopping pussy that was greedily slurping up his length with every thrust. Your hole was stretched out around his cock like an elastic band; gripping him tightly and looking like it would snap if anything else tried to overextend it.

“I don’t see why not, she seems nice and tenderized.” Goo responds cheekily as he looks down at your body, on all fours while he occupies your mouth and his raven haired counterpart is rutting into you from behind. “Have you been keeping track of how many times you’ve came already?” He directs his question to you as he momentarily slips his length out of your mouth and awaits your answer.

“Lost count after the fourth time.” You murmur shyly, avoiding Goo’s gaze; already knowing he was gonna make fun of you for it. 

“See? Already so cockdrunk she couldn’t get past the number four! I say we do it.” He laughs, speaking to Gun as if you weren’t even there before slapping the head of his cock against your lips and encouraging you to take him back inside your warm cavern. Swollen lips glossed over with drool encase his length once again, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off; moans rumbling in your throat from the way Gun was simultaneously ramming into you from behind. Mind fogged over, you don’t know how much longer things continue on like this until you feel your walls squeeze around the cock inside you, 

From behind you can hear Gun scoff in amusement before he slips out of you and Goo follows suit, leaving you feeling empty. The emptiness was short lived—much to the contradictory feelings of relief and dismay that muddle your brain. With a bit of repositioning, you find yourself on Gun’s lap, his dick deep in your guts once more as you look down at him with a dazed expression and still trying to make sense of what was happening. He slowly bucks into you as if he was trying to test the waters before you feel another set of hands on your torso, realizing that Goo was now behind you. For someone who didn’t have a serious bone in his body, you didn’t think he would follow through with the dirty idea he suggested to his comrade. 

Gun feels your body tense up the moment Goo taps the head of his cock against your butt and sighs softly, his hands going to cup your cheeks and force you to focus on his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Relax or it’s gonna hurt.” He tells you. It’s meant to be comforting but you perceive an underlying sense of threat. It was hard to tell whether you imagined it or not because you knew both of them definitely got off to you crying. But either way, you still try your hardest to release the tension in your body. 

Slick with lube, Goo’s slippery cock squeezes in against Gun who was already comfortably nestled within you. The fit is tighter than usual and has both of them groaning, fighting the urge to start moving within you immediately. However they weren’t that mean.  They give you as much time as you need to adjust to being totally stuffed like this.  

Once you give them the green light, Gun and Goo move in tandem, the timing of their thrusts perfectly synced with each other as they stuff your pussy with both of their cocks. With both of them inside you at the same time, sensitive spots you didn’t even know existed within your walls are being stimulated at once make the experience more pleasurable than you could have imagined. You’re making a mess on both of them as you lascivious sounds pour from your pretty lips. 

Though Goo isn’t able to see the dumb smile of pure bliss plastered on your face as you’re getting wrecked, he’s convinced that he has the best spot. From the way your ass bounces every time he snaps into you, how your pussy leaves a sticky trail of your juices on him and the way your hole can barely contain the two cocks filling you.

This was truly one of the best ideas he’s had in a while; and Gun would agree.

──★ ˙ ̟WARREN AND ELI

“Why are you using those fingers?” Eli asks critically, his brows furrowing and the hand stroking his length losing speed as he watched Warren ease his middle and index fingers into your pussy. 

“What?” The latter responds, attention currently being held by the way your walls eagerly sucked in the digits; a small purr of content falling from you when he starts to leisurely thrust them in and out of you. Eli sighs softly and moves to kneel between your legs beside Warren, grabbing his wrist before rather aggressively yanking his fingers out. Eli is quick to fill you back up with his own fingers— using the middle and ring— then curling them inside you, immediately pressing into your g-spot and causing a drawn out moan to pour from you. 

“If you do it like this— ” Eli instructs, thrusting his fingers into you with precise yet strong movements that make your thighs quiver and your moans come more frequently and more shrill. Warren watches each flick of Eli’s expert wrist, making mental notes of how easily you become a wreck beneath him but it doesn’t deter him from wrapping his hand around his needy length; idly pumping it as he listens to the wet slapping noises created by Eli’s palm smacking against your sticky snatch. 

“— She cums just like that.” Eli finishes as your back arches off the bed while the most debauched sound of pleasure leaves you. He pulls away from you just as suddenly as he approaches you and once again, Warren is placed in charge of making you cum. 

Utilizing what was just demonstrated before him, Warren dips his fingers back into your still sensitive hole and causes a small mewl to fall from your swollen lips. He repeats the same exact motions Eli had just shown and you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm impossibly quick. What catches you by surprise is when Warren places his free hand on your tummy right below your navel, pressing down firmly as his fingers jackhammer in and out of your cunt. A series of whines and squeals escape you as you thrash about but Warren does a good job of keeping you in place until a clear stream of fluid is avulsed from your loins as you squirt all over his fingers; your wetness dripping down his forearms.  

You’re trembling and gasping after the intense finish, your vision blurred by the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“Have you done that?” Warren asks Eli with a smug grin, slowly withdrawing his fingers from you.

“With my fingers? No. With my dick? Plenty of times. Let’s see if you can do the same.” The latter chuckles with a loose shrug, settling beside you and guiding your hand to his cock. Slick with a combination of his spit, your spit, and probably some precum, you waste no time stroking Eli as you try to even out your breathing from the back to back orgasms you were gifted with. 

While you’re busy with that, Warren grabs you by the hips, lifting you up slightly so your butt is flush with his thighs before easing his length into you. The stretch makes you whimper, but your pace doesn’t falter as you continue to pump Eli in your hand. Not too long after, Warren is snapping his hips into yours; each one of your moans fueling him to venture deeper and faster into you. His thick cock reaches even deeper than his fingers could and it has tears of pure elation streaking your face. Throbbing inside of your gushing walls, Warren’s head falls back with a low moan while his fingertips surely leave behind bruises on your hips. The sight of you so selfishly lost in your own euphoria has Eli pulsing in your palm, more of his precum spilling from his tip and allowing you to stroke him faster. But even as the both of you were aware of your impending climaxes looming on the horizon, the look of dark lust clouding Eli’s usually gentle eyes let you know that he was going to get his turn with you very soon.

an: oh my god???

#lookism smut #lookism x reader #lookism fanfic #lookism imagines #lookism gun x reader #gun x reader #lookism goo x reader #goo x reader #park jonggun x reader #park jonggun smut #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo smut #samuel seo x reader #jake kim x reader #samuel seo smut #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #junggunz.txt

[demondwellersword]

hayakawa house + how they react to you reaching out to hold their hand

DENJI takes your hand and clumsily laces his fingers in yours, grinning like an idiot as he gives it a squeeze. if the two of you are walking together he’ll usually start swinging your arms for a bit until he gets bored of it, then he’ll just intermittently squeeze it to make sure you’re still there. the first time you ever held hands he stared at them for the entire bus ride, enamored by the look of how tiny your hand looked clasped in his. he’ll still do it from time to time, just marvel at the fact that someone really wants to hold his hand. he’s not beyond pressing a kiss or two into your knuckles, but only because himeno told him people think it’s romantic.

POWER just...leans down and bites your hand the first time you reach out to hold hers. she bites you hard enough to draw a bit of blood, and you’re just fast enough to yank your hand back before she gets any other ideas. this happens several more times before you finally learn your lesson, and you force her to learn hers. she insists that she doesn’t have any need for human displays of affection, and certainly nothing as dull as holding hands, but you’re pleased to note the feeling of her hand slipping into yours every now and again. she’ll always tell you how strange she finds it, but you’re not one to look a gift fiend in the mouth so you just go with it.

AKI is very hesitant when it comes to public displays of affection. he feels that it draws unnecessary attention to himself (and you, but that’s more of an afterthought), so he’s rarely ever affectionate outside of the privacy of your own homes. every once in a while, though, he’ll link your pinky with his while you walk, gradually working his way up to holding hands with you. you know better than to draw attention to it, instead choosing to focus on the fact that you treasure any bits of affection he gives you since you don’t know how many more of them you’ll get. 

#csm #chainsaw man #denji x reader #denji x you #power x reader #power x you #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #denji #power csm #aki hayakawa #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #x reader #x reader headcanons

[naffeclipse]

Temperate Tail

Tigertaur!Eclipse x Reader. Sickness. Non-consensual touching. Kidnapping.

Prev

You moan quietly at the arms underneath you, lifting you away from the cool cave floor. Blearily, you peek between heavy eyelids to watch the deeper shadow of stone break away to red evening, burning into a black-blue twilight on the horizon. The leafy foliage flutters with a warm breeze. You shudder underneath it as the arms that hold you squeeze you a little too tightly. The motion of being carried away is not as smooth as the nagas ought to be.

Sun and Moon went to hunt for themselves. You thought they had only awakened you a moment ago, gently fed you another sensitive plant, and told you their plans.

They worried, whispered, but you had shooed them away. They can only hunt together in the dusk or dawn, and you’re well aware that they’ve kept from satisfying their stomachs to watch over you in your sickness. You can survive a little while on your own—all you do is sleep.

And the nagas are not the only dangerous creatures in the jungle.

“Back already?” your hoarse voice crackles under the ill strain to speak. You allow your head to loll against the firm arm cradling you. 

You desperately long for the flower to kick in soon and spare you the furious whiplash effect of fevers one moment then chills the next. Sun and Moon have been diligent in tending to you; a fact you still have to stomach. Under their constant care, you’re useless, at their ever gentle mercy.

This body pressing you close is not the warmth of a sun-heated patch of grass nor the cool shadows stretching underneath a misty tree. It’s even, neutral, calm. The being is steady in a way that betrays the skilled strength hiding under short fur of orange and deep red. An unagitated killer, carrying away his prize prey.

Your eyelids fly open.

“Eclipse,” you half growl, half groan.

A large hand, tipped in compacted but curved claws, slaps over your mouth. Your weak protest is muffled under his near smothering palm. Deep red eyes flash in warning. His gait is swift and seamless, not the swaying motion you register with Sun or Moon. The beast holding you flies over the forest floor upon four tiger legs, his upper half bearing the resemblance of a man in form. The silent pads of his paws let him ghost through the forest, you caught in his muscular embrace.

His focus remains on the forest as it deepens with shadows and reddens with the last slips of sunrise. You boil internally, not only because of your sickness, but at how long he must have been lying in wait, watching, willing Sun and Moon to leave you for but a moment. The fiend.

Eclipse is the only beast who stands a chance against Sun and Moon, save for one other in this mad jungle.

You try to bite his hand but only succeed in scraping your teeth against his palm and getting hair in your mouth. His round ears flicker. Turning his head, he watches for a moment, still bounding between thick, mossy trees before resume his cunning getaway.

You want to snarl at him, threaten him, demand he puts you down now. His hand gags your every attempt to throw threats. Furious and festering in your feverish state, you struggle to find a way out of his arms. His claws press against your cheek, almost squishing the flesh against your molars. The promise of bruises hangs over his fingertips.

His own threat flares in his round, black pupils—so unlike the slitted gaze of Sun and Moon.

You glare at his orange, light yellow, and dark red mane-like growth of fur around his head, flaring around him like sun rays. He’s always made you think of a dark sunset, eclipsing a land of light. Upon his face, he’s marked by an orange and deep red jagged crescent, and around his deep red eyes are vertical white stripes that cut from the corner of his gaze.

Through the quiet buzz of the jungle, you fight his vice-like hold and your own fading strength while he carries you from the lush and verdant part of the jungle to tall grass, wild and whipping in the summer breeze, to thickets speckled with rocky crevices. 

Eclipse’s territory. The pulse in your throat quickens. You try to kick but weakness sets upon your sickly form.

He stops in the center of the verdant field. His large head tilts down to gaze at you. The appetitive glint in his wine dark eyes fills you with acidic apprehension. He nimbly folds upon his tiger legs, sitting not unlike a cat pleased with the mouse he’s brought back. His large palm lifts away from your mouth—there’s no worry that Sun and Moon will hear you now. He lays you down on the thick grass. The emerald green colors darken just as the sun slips away, leaving a purple twilight against the sky. The lush vegetation brushes against you like strands of hair. You shudder.

“Take me back, right now,” you demand is overwhelmed by your croaking. That is not the fierceness with which you want to address Eclipse.

His wide grin upon his large head splits to reveal curved canines. He licks his teeth once. You force yourself to not flinch, though holding your head off of the ground is beginning to take its toll on your limited energy.

“No. You’re staying here, with me, until I say so.” He bows over you. Large tiger paws dig slightly into the moist dirt as his hands arch for you. “As if those two snakes were taking care of you. You still have a fever.”

You glare. He has too many limbs, too many claws to watch for. Though you fade under the aching pulse eradicating your body, you refuse to close your eyes for even a moment.

“I don’t need your help.” Before his hand takes a hold of you, you twist onto your belly. Shoving your knees up and working your elbows, you begin to crawl away—as slow and pitiful as you are, you refuse to stay here a moment more. You push with strength you do not have. Glass blades swipe against your arms. The almost muddy ground soaks into the fabric of your long khakis. 

A large hand seizes your ankle. With a rattling breath sucked out of your lungs, you’re dragged back over the grass and flipped upright. Before you can curse him, Eclipse tucks you under his white hirsute belly of his lower tiger half, two massive paws pinning your arms by your sides. His weight holds you down like a striped blanket. 

You groan sickly. Throwing him a half-lidded stare of disdain, you can only watch as Eclipse lays down on top of you, his arms crossed over your midsection as you struggle to breathe under his weight. He tilts his head, his mane-like fur too short to take after a lion, but the tufts are spikey and vibrate with orange, light yellow, and deep red hues.

“You won’t get any better crawling around in the mud,” he drips with derision. “Why are you so difficult?”

Clutching your hands into fists, you bare your teeth as if you had as sharp of fangs as him. He laughs. The harsh, sharp sound makes you vibrate within your ridiculously chilled body. If you weren’t sick—if you had your machete—

“Get off me,” you rasp. 

“Relax, kitten,” he purrs, lifting a hand to trail a black claw over your arm, tracing from the crease of your elbow to the curve of your shoulder. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” 

He does not feed you, and you very much want to bite.

You shiver. Goosebumps prickle your skin under the lethal brush of the tiger’s hand. Your breath catches when his touch nears your neck. Your fever spikes. Caressing your throat, Eclipse’s claws linger on your jugular vein. The very beat of your heart pushes back on his presence. You will your frantic pulse to not give away the violent fear flooding your veins, too weak to throw him off you and run.

His deep red eyes flash with a predatory smugness. You squirm. In what you can only understand as delight, he shifts his hand to firmly press on your shoulder, restricting your movement further.

A moan slips past your teeth.

“I will make you feel better,” his throaty growl fills your body. You freeze, eyes wide like a gazelle. 

“Eclipse,” you try to argue, but you cough.

Softly, so softly you almost don’t understand what’s happening, Eclipse begins to purr. You feel it within his tiger half as well as his chest. Fully laid out underneath him, deep rumblings fill you like the echoes of thunder. A strangely gentle vibrancy soothes the edge of the fever. You gasp quietly at how sweet the relief is—how swift and consuming it is of the ache that’s been plaguing you for a day and night now.

“What are you doing?” you ask, harsh in your allayed confusion.

“Giving you what you need: me.” His wicked maw splits into a wide smile. “Don’t deny you feel better. I can already see it in your face.”

“No,” you groan, but it’s not your best lie.

He laughs softer this time, condescending but adoring, as if he can’t get enough of your antics.

Internally, you writhe. The aching soreness, the flip-flopping of shuddering from chills and melting from the fever is washed away like mud from a stone, but you wonder if that could be due to the flower you consumed earlier. His purring… it is enticing, seductive in how it urges you to stop resisting. You hate that a sliver of you wants it. You loathe that you want him to keep taking away the sickness.

You’re useless. Eclipse has stalked you time and time ago, and pounced just when you were foolish enough to believe you were safe. Now, you don’t even have a weapon to brandish against him. He’s too swift and cunning—he always has you before you realize what’s happening. 

A perfect ambush predator.

He keeps telling you that you need him. You have never revolted against such a bold declaration more than this. His bone-snapping strength and his sound-breaking speed are intimidating, certainly, but you won’t let him play with you. 

He acts hungry, he keeps looking at you as if you were a sweet morsel, and you refuse to believe that he is anything but a monster yearning for flesh after he’s finished playing with his food.

Depleted of adrenaline and reserved energy, you can do nothing but soak in his healing rumbles.

Eclipse’s body lays lightly over your own. You carry vague suspicions that he’s not resting his full weight on you—crushing you to death is not his means of slaughter. He has far too many claws and a pair of powerful jaws for that. Instead, stomach to stomach, he longues over you as if soaking in the starry light. This close to your chest, you wonder how well he senses your angry heart.

Insects buzz through the grass. You have an urge to shiver in the lack of safety in the night, but Eclipse’s purring keeps you from feeling too aware of your surroundings. In the darkness, his orange and deep red hues have melted to a muted color. The length of his tail playfully flickers behind him, long and tipped in black. He is too cat-like, too large, to be trustworthy.

“Relax, sweet little kitten,” he croons in a low voice, “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

You glower in the dark. His predator eyes can see your expression perfectly, but he only sneers in reply.

As if sweeping aside your ungrateful attitude, Eclipse plays with wisps of your hair, twirling the strands around his claws with a casual intrigue. He never tugs on the strands. You do little but breathe. His purrs are alleviating the worst and you need every ounce of strength you can steal to get away from him. The gleam of his deep red eyes become black in the crescent of moonlight.

He leans down. You turn your head away but that does little to stall his nuzzling. He rubs affectionately against your nose, your neck, even your hair, and you protest with loud grumblings. You squeeze your eyes shut at the stroke of his sleek fur—something so dangerous shouldn’t be so soft. A whimper escapes you, and you bite the inside of your cheek to hold back the next one. His purr picks up. He effortlessly ignores your half growled cursing while fussing his fuzzy short mane against your cheek.

When will he have his fill? Is he ever going to be satisfied bating you around like a delicious little mouse? Your heart skips a beat.

“Why are you doing this?” you grunt.

“You smell like those awful snakes,” he growls lightly. He pulls back in the slightest so you can catch the sizzling pleasure in his gaze. “You have no idea how much better you smell with me all over you.”

“I don’t smell like anyone but me,” you hiss. But you’re not sure. Have Sun and Moon left their scent on you? The thought hadn’t crossed your mind seriously until now.

Eclipse tilts his head slightly. The wild fluff of his head speaks to his jungle prowess. Hanging only an itch above your mouth, he muses in tune with his purring. 

“You do smell lovely.” He traces a tapered finger from your temple to the edge of your jaw, as if sizing up a morsel. “Like dried petals with a slight spice.”

A shudder takes over your shoulders. He hooks your chin in his grasp then deliberately rubs his fluffy cheek against your mouth. A thick sultry ting of amber and dark earth fills your senses, ending with a lingering, spicy musk.

You sputter, tasting hair. He snickers with a simper when he lifts his head.

The strong scent reminds you of when he first surprised you. He pinned you to the ground before you realized you were being hunted. A mistake you refuse to make again. There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to tear your throat out, but he purred and fawned over you, and dragged you off to a rocky crevice to find out more about you. You were terrified then—but you at least had your machete on you.

The shiver that rolls down your body is not for his pleasure, despite his smirk. You’re going to find a way to wring his neck.

“Stop it,” you snap, your voice thick and labored.

“I am good for you. You can’t deny that,” he leans in closer. He lays his head beside your own, covering your chest. You swallow at the graze of his teeth against your soft neck. 

His voice lowers, “You like to think you have claws, but you don’t. You need me. You need to trust me.”

You screw your eyes shut.

No. You can’t. You can only rely on yourself. Sun and Moon are sweet, they practically begged to help you, but you can’t accept that, not truly. You won’t let them have your back just to get a fang or claw in it.

It hurts. You remember.

When push comes to shove, you can only hope you’re out of reach of everything and everyone.

“Kitten,” he purrs, turning your chin with a sharp finger. “You’re safe with me.”

You stare back at him, eyes narrowed with disbelief. The rhythmic swells of his purrings have yet to wane. The delicious relief holds you down still. He envelopes you like a waterfall, crashing down, drowning you where you stand.

A sliver of you wants to trust him, and that part of you is very, very wrong and weak.

His one round ear twitches, and then both lie flat against his skull The summer breeze ceases. Unease pricks your spine. His expression sharpens as he rises, hands pressed into the grass on either side of your head, claws extended.

The deep purr within his body cuts off. For a fraction of the night, he holds your gaze with a promise.

I will steal you away again soon.

His jaw splits open in a snarl that quakes the meadow. Your heart climbs up your throat, rattling under his force. The next second, Eclipse leaps off of you. You gasp at the sudden loss of the tiger’s presence. A flash of midnight blue scales darts through the grass. 

Moon.

The naga strikes in the blink of an eye. Moon’s fangs snap inches from Eclipse’s neck, vicious spit dripping from his sharp incisors. The flare of his hood makes him larger, and horrifying, and the glinting red and yellow diamonds flaring underneath his intimidating display promise lethal retribution. The tigertaur dives deeper into the field, effortlessly lunging out of reach from a furious swipe of Moon’s claws. Eclipse grins; there is nothing humorous in his glinting jaws.

The meadow rustles to the side of you. A sweeping mass of golden scales circle you, crushing grass and smothering vegetation. Hands take your shoulders. A low hiss fills the air with a threatening rage but soon softens. You look up, stunned. 

Sun, too.

The naga instantly grabs you and holds you against his warm chest. You lock your arms around his spindly neck, minding his sharp head spikes. His blue eyes are dark as if ink were spilled into his irises. His arms tremble for one moment before steadying around you. In the emptiness of Eclipse’s purrs, your entire body shivers and the fever returns in thick, heavy waves.

You twist your head back, fighting the ache dripping back into your limbs. Moon is coiled upon his tail, tall, taller than you’ve ever seen him hold himself up. He watches the meadow with a fervent rage. His red eyes are wide, glinting dark like arterial blood.

Sun says Moon’s name. In a snap, Moon is slithering to your side, his hand brushing the small of your back with a reassuring—or in need of reassuring—touch. You try to say their names. Sun tucks your head against his shoulder.

The moment they turn away, you see Eclipse in the tall grass, not yet gone. He’s crouched, half-hidden. He grins like the Cheshire Cat between wavering blades of green. His fingers dance in a goodbye. Your heart drops into your stomach.

Sun and Moon shoot away—a fight avoided is the only good fight. Cutting through the grass, rustling through it with thunderous hissing, they spirit you out of Eclipse’s territory. You cling tighter to Sun and watch Moon’s and his long tails become whipping blurs, scales glinting with shards of starlight.

“You came?” you gasp. You try to not choke Sun with your crushing grip.

“Are you hurt?” Moon hisses.

“No.” You shake your head. “Eclipse was watching the cave.”

“We put that together,” Sun gives without his usual musical timber. “Did he do anything to you?”

“No.”

He nods, relieved, but it’s short-lived as a dark cloud passes over his usually sunny expression. “You scared us, lily pad. That’s the second time I’ve found you gone.”

“We should have stayed,” Moon says, his snarl lowering into remorse.

You let your head fall against Sun’s shoulder, bouncing along with his swaying. Moon’s concern rings in your head like a bell. 

They came for you. They didn’t let you go. You close your eyes even as liquid spills underneath your eyelashes.

They take you far away from the tall grass, and they don’t stop until you’re well into the densest, darkest shadows of the jungle. You cling to the quiet sound of the nagas’ hissing.

You still feel Eclipse’s purr deep within your chest.

#i can finally breathe through my nose again #blorbos saved me #yeah sorry this is technically spoilers for my naga au but here's eclipse #i'll toss this into a properly named au on ao3 tomorrow when my eyes aren't so tired #temperate tail #catch a tiger by a tail or something something #naga au #tigertaur!eclipse #eclipse x reader #naff writing

[roronoaswifey]

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.

ೃ⁀➷summary. eren’s pussy whipped. that’s it.

ೃ⁀➷tags. 18+ content, reader is fem black coded (says nigga once), non established relationship, unprotected sex, fluffy sex.

ೃ⁀➷zuha’s note. had to write for the og loml,, eren is the standard i fear .

“you ready baby?”

“just— hurry on,” you rolled your eyes, growing more impatient as wasted time flies by. “like now.”

your attitude does little to scare him, in fact it never did, but instead is what made him gravitate towards you. he loved every bark you threw at him because it always ended in the same way— you were never able to bite back.

he chuckles at your impatience, grabbing his brick hard dick from the base and tapping his tip against your wet folds, relishing the small squelches made from the contact.

he bites down on his bottom lip, dragging his brown head up from your clit all the way down in between both lips, zeroing on your pretty pussy fluttering and clenching, body begging to latch onto his dick.

“can’t even get a please, princess?” he teases further, adding the slightest bit of pressure of his hips, just enough to barely slip his tip past your surface folds, and you mewl desperately, your own hips rocking forward in hopes of trapping him.

“fuckin—please ‘ren!” you beg, too annoyed from his previous consistent teasings, from making you cum on his fingers and tongue alone but knowing you wanted to finish on his dick more than anything.

“pretty please baby,” eyes never leaving his, you slip your arms down to his waist, acrylic nails gently scratching at his skin and softly pushing him forward into you, encouraging him further.

fiend for your glossy brown eyes and wet lashes, it’s not long before you know you’ll get what you want. another chuckle rumbles deep from his chest and before you know it, he leans his large body forward, chest to chest and your knees pressed as far back to your ears.

eren hears the soft chime of your anklet at his ear, gold accessory complimenting your dark skin beautifully and he almost can’t help the gentle kiss he leaves at your ankle bone.

one large hand encaging your head between his arm, his other hand busying himself by lining up at your sopping entrance. you watch eagerly as he angles his hips, dark brown locks curtaining his face, only the shape of his nose and lips visible.

raising his head back up, he presses a soft kiss at the corner of your lips, and with a deep chuckle, “y’know damn well i can’t say no to you.”

you hummed acknowledging, hands still holding him by the hips, hardly paying attempting to his words. you focus on the way he leans his forehead onto your, tip of your noses brushing and his breath on your plump lips.

“‘m gonna fuck you now.” eren warns you.

with a sigh, you lean forward and catch his lips with yours, nibbling on his mouth and teasingly dragging his bottom lip by your teeth. he sighs gently, easily reciprocating your movements, always having been entranced by the feel of your soft lips on his own.

you pull away just barely, his soft breaths on your mouth and you mumble, “wanna hurry up then?” hands leaving his waist to wrap around his neck, fingers scraping at the nape of his head.

and he wastes no more time, sliding his dick into your greedy hole, his earlier prepping easing the process.

you both moan simultaneously, your head thrown back into the pillow, tugging just slightly tighter onto his hair, as you feel his length stretch your pussy in ways you’d never be able to adapt to, no matter the practice.

eyes fluttering close, you feel eren lean forward into your exposed neck, panting heavily against your sensitive skin, his nose brushing at the crook of your neck where your shoulder and neck connect.

he finally bottoms out, and the silence in the room sans brent faiyaz playing in the back is deafening. your hold him tightly by the upper back, your lashes fluttering open as you stare the ceiling in the dark room illuminated by red lights, waiting for the man above you to pick up his pace.

“sorry baby, gimme a second here,” he grunts through a soft chuckle, breathing deeply and you figured he’s just trying to hold back his nut. if you couldn’t get used to his length, he couldn’t get used to your tightness.

you giggle, threading his locks in your fingers, “still can’t handle pussy, yeager?”

“not yours, no.” you feel him smile against your neck, and you couldn’t help the one that creeped on your face too. soon enough, he pushes himself up, both his arms now pinned at the side of your face.

with a feral grin, he rests his forehead yet again onto yours, adding the slightest bit of pressure to your hips, “feels like you’re tryna trap me here, princess.”

“you wanna get trapped?” you pant out from suddenly feeling stuffed full, and when the man eagerly nods his head, you let out a breathless laugh, watching as he himself smiles from seeing you smile.

“get the fuck outta here nigga,” you lightheartedly kiss your teeth.

“you—hnng, offered!” he works his way in and out of you, feeling his dick coming out of your cunt full of your slick, a breeze hitting his length when his tip is left inside you.

you’re barely holding up yourself, body becoming mush as the large man above you fucks himself in and out. his breaths are deeper and he moans when your hands are back on his waist, guiding him in and out of your fluttering pussy.

“fuuuckkk,” he moans, and you feel it vibrate from his chest that’s pressed against your own. he was never the best at handling any shot you threw at him, but he swears he could feel his soul getting snatched by your hungry folds.

“mmh, yesss baby,” his hips angle up into you, his strokes lacking clumsiness and instead fucking you with precision and focus. he rolls his hips into yours, rocking into you, grinding against you, and god your limbs felt like liquified heat.

“so warm and tight,” he whines, one large hand latching to your bouncing tit and tweaks your jewelled nipple between his fingers. you moan at the added stimulation, buds sensitive while moving in rotations from eren’s sharp thrusts.

“y’got pussy to die for,” he practically mumbles to himself, brows cinched as his lips fall into familiar mantras— praising and worshipping you, talks about how well you take him and how perfect you are for him, love bits and nibbles at every inch of your skin.

your own legs lower from atop of your head to around his hips, heels digging at his lower back as you laid back and took everything he gave you. his fingers now playing at your clit had you seeing stars, his tip relentlessly hitting your cervix with each thrust. with a hand gripping the headboard of the bed, his large frame toward over you, his gold chain brushing over your nose in movement.

“feels so good, hnng,” you whine when you feel that tightening in your belly from precise strokes, dick so big it leaves his print from inside of you. the hand on your pussy abandons the clit in favour of pressing at himself inside of you, and you automatically feel your left leg spasm from overstimulation.

“‘s that me in there?” he feigns ignorance, repeatedly fucking the gummy spot that has your body turning to mush while applying that same pressure at your pelvic region. it’s almost too good, that it has you resting your hand at his lower stomach in attempts to push him off, but he swats your efforts easily.

he’s full of shit, and you would’ve voiced out that thought if it hadn’t been for the sudden finger hooking at your bottom lip and gently prodding at your jaw. you wrap your lips around his finger and moan at the taste, feeling him tug at your mouth,

“open your mouth f’me,” he growls, and you comply, sticking your tongue out as you expect his following actions.

he spits into your parted lips and onto your pink tongue, dick twitching inside as you moan appreciatively, closing your mouth to swirl his taste against your taste buds before swallowing.

“good girl,” he chuckles, leaning further down on his elbows so he’s back face to face with you. his thrusts proceed, and judging by the change of rhythms and stutter in his strokes, he’s bound to nut soon.

luckily you aren’t too far behind, all of today’s activities catching up to you as your gut coils and you feel the tightening about to snap. he’s ramming into you now, much more differently than earlier, and you’ve got your acrylics scraping at the skin on his back, leaving marks of you on there for anybody else to see.

though admittedly, you didn’t want anybody else to see.

“cumming eren, please lemme cum!” you babble though you’re almost uncertain if he can hear, his own babbling about how tight you feel around his dick resonating in your ears.

“wanna cum inside this pretty pussy baby,” he whines in your ear, rutting into you like an animal in heat, warm breath and wet kisses trailing at your hickey littered neck, “paint you white and mine. gonna let everyone know this pussy belongs to me, yeah?”

you nod feverishly, mind dumbed out that you fail to think straight. you wanted to be filled to the brim by him, if it meant you got to cum.

“this pussy is yours baby,” you nod, tears forming in your lash line from the pleasure building up. “‘s all yours.”

and those words seemed to be the final point, breaking the dam as you both finish together, your back arching and pushing your chest further into his, nails raking at his back almost painfully. eren groans deep, fucking both your orgasms with one stone, strokes deep yet slow, emptying his load inside of you while you sprayed him in your essence.

his pace slowed, hands clawing at your waist as his pounds turned to gentle thrusts, your body shivering and shuddering beneath him, chewing at your bottom lip from overstimulation, tears staining your cheeks. your juices mixed with his cum flowed down your thighs, his dick digging deep and shooting more and more cum down your fucked out pussy.

the sounds were downright pornographic, and if not for the proof of your damp sheets stained of both you and him, waking up the next morning without him by your side would’ve made you believed it had all been a dream.

#roronoaswifey.exe #kazuha’s works 📂 #attack on titan #aot smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren smut #eren yeager #eren jeager smut #eren yeager x black reader #eren x reader #x reader

[cambion-companion]

The Devil's Bard

Thank you again for this prompt @superfunething :) Raphael is all-too-eager to have his ego stroked.

Raphael x reader (gn) | drabble

You strummed your lute, having sequestered yourself into a private corner of the Last Light Inn. You began tentatively tuning the old instrument, an heirloom of your family. The ashen wood glistened from the flickering firelight, the warmth of the hearth seeping cozily into the wool of your clothes.

It'd been too long since you'd had time and solitude enough to compose a new song. Since you had collaborated with Alfira, in fact. The itch was there, yet your creative mind had been held captive by none other than a fiend. A cambion. Raphael.

The image of his transformation inside that "House of Hope" where he'd whisked you. His promises spoken in a decadent low voice, rough yet soft. Those eyes, both human brown and devil yellow, staring right through all your outward bluster and bravado.

Wood creaked as you shifted your weight in the mahogany armchair, a discordant noise rose up while you strummed your lute in mild frustration.

Anything else. You would rather create your art around anything else. Flowers, the night sky, the Underdark even. Yet the only thoughts pervading your restless inspiration were those of cherry skin, musky fragrance and a sharp knowing smile.

You whispered the words at first, haltingly and quiet, not wanting to draw attention.

"False hope arrived on hidden wing.

To manor cold and haunted bring,

the weary, wandering and spent.

Those carrying a writhing tenant."

You sighed heavily. Now to create music for your lyrics. You began slow, building the base chords and singing the first verse more confidently after a few rounds. For a moment the world and your troubles melted into the background, your focus a blissfully familiar spotlight upon your work.

You felt sudden pressure as a firm hand gripped your shoulder.

"Hello, my lark." Raphael spoke from behind where you sat, the weight of his gaze upon your head. "As irresistible as the harpy's song, so I too had to investigate what music you were weaving."

He moved around you. Careful measured steps, till he looked down upon you and you up at him. His warm brown eyes caught the glow of firelight as he measured your blushing cheeks and the way you gripped your instrument.

Raphael tilted his head, in an amused air. "Those lyrics rang so familiar." He smiled, that knowing smile you remembered so well. "Almost as though I am the muse behind your making, but that would be presumptuous."

You grimaced. "Speak of the devil."

"Ah, so your little song is about me." Raphael seemed genuinely tickled by this and he chuckled and clapped his hands together once. He took the seat opposite you and slung one of his legs over his other thigh. "Do, please, go on! I so enjoy the extolling arts, especially when revolving around myself."

"What are you doing here, Raphael?" You raised a brow and glanced over your shoulder just in time to see little Mol look away.

"Business, as usual." Raphael leaned forward slightly, his own gaze never deviating from your firelit face. "The richest bounties can be found in the most desperate little havens. But you've learned that already." He smiled, a little sharply. "My most illustrious client. You've sent many souls skittering directly to my door."

"Maybe I should compose a song of warning to stay away from strange men wearing frilly collars." You bit out, your eyes narrowing as you tried again to see where Mol had disappeared to.

"That's the spirit!" Raphael chortled again and gestured graciously to your lute. "Spirit you have in such brilliant abundance, little lark. I find you ever more delightfully ebullient."

"A compliment, were it not for your nature." You said, a little terse of tongue now, growing uncomfortable with how attracted to this fiend you were becoming.

"Does it keep you up at night?" Raphael frowned, a hint of mockery in his cadence. "Tossing and turning upon that cold, hard ground. Desperate to dwell upon anything but the devil in your corner. Oh, come now." His hand found your knee and pressed you back down as you shifted to stand up. "Indulge me! We are friends. After all, what else are little birds for? Sing me your sweet song while I devise for you a safe, gilded cage."

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael drabble #bg3 drabble #raphael x reader #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael fanfic #raphael bg3 fic #baldurs gate 3 x reader #raphael x you

[sumeru-academy]

Delivery girl.

synopsis: you’re the cute delivery girl they have a crush on.

character(s): hu tao, yae, ei (seperate).

warning(s): suggestive flirting (yae).

note(s): female reader, second POV, modern AU.

P.S: this prompt was inspired by my hunger and overwhelming desire to order food at 11 pm.

—mod angel 🎐

HU TAO

Hu Tao was one to order takeout often, however in all her years of ordering from this one specific chain, she had never met a delivery girl as pretty as you before.

Lounging around in her PJs while chatting idly with a phone lodged between her cheek, she made her way over to the door and was barely even paying attention when your voice short-circuited her brain.

“Delivery for Hu Tao!”

She nearly dropped her phone at your voice, body frozen stiff as she shakily ended her call to put her focus on you. ‘Holyyyy crap is this the new delivery girl??? I’ve never seen her before…!’ She was practically gawking at the sight, drool building up in her throat as she struggled to find her voice.

“Wow, I heard our food was pretty good but I didn’t expect you to salivate that much upon arrival,” you teased. “Do you…need a tissue?”

OH RIGHT SHE’S STILL STARING—

“No! It’s okay!” That was a lie, Hu Tao was in fact not okay. “I just— I’m just hungry!”

“(Chuckle) I can see…”

Hu Tao was internally cursing herself for wearing such unflattering PJs. Why in the everliving heavens did she decide to wear this of all things? Especially her ghost slippers! The ones that had the derpy looking faces on them! Agghhh what must you think of her now?!

‘She must think I look ridiculous!’ Hu Tao grimaced.

‘Cute slippers. I want them.’ You smiled and kept on staring.

‘She’s staring at them! Oh noooooo!’ Hu Tao screamed.

“As cute as you are staring at me, can you take these inside, please? They’re really hot and kind of burning my hands.” Hu Tao snapped out of her panic and realized that you were still holding the food she had ordered. Cursing herself even more as you must’ve stood there waiting for her to take them for god knows how long.

“Right, let me just get these off your hands…” Hu Tao shivered when her hand brushed against yours, noting how soft and warm they were as if you weren’t just scalding your hands moments ago. “This is everything, right?”

“Mhm! Everything you ordered is here.” You wiped away some sweat with the back of your hand and Hu Tao swears she saw god for a moment. “Now for the bill…”

“Oh, yeah! Let me just go grab my wallet.” Hu Tao stiffly walked back inside with the grace of a nutcracker and exhaled sharply once her back was turned to you. Has– Has the house always been so warm? Hu Tao pulled at the collar of her PJs and fanned herself as she went to go find her bag. Or was she cold? It feels like her heart is pounding right out of her chest! Good gods she must be possessed!

After paying you the bill –as well as a very generous tip may I add— Hu Tao shut the door with a quiet thud and practically raced to her upstairs bedroom. Launching face first into her pillow and screaming as loud as she could muffle without disturbing the neighbors. 

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAA-’ She kicked her legs up and down and had long forgotten about the food she had left in the kitchen. Her mind instead flooded with thoughts of you, your pretty smile, your face, your whole…everything! 

“She must be a fiend…” Hu Tao murmured, sinking her face into her pillow as heat began to pour from her cheeks. “What a devilish restaurant, using such a temptress to get me to order again next time…I’ve been bewitched…”

YAE MIKO

Miko in a modern setting would totally be a Starbucks kind of girl. Ordering it every chance she gets and even having her name spelled correctly as she was a frequent customer.

However, as frequent as she may be, there are times where she is simply too lazy to drive there herself. So, she settles for delivery whenever she couldn’t be bothered to.

Though, after this one occasion, it seems like Miko will now be ordering delivery every time she gets…

Halfway through with getting her nails painted, Miko’s ears perked up at the sound of the doorbell as she remembered that she had ordered drinks twenty minutes ago. Blowing profusely on her barely even dry nails, she struggled to even open her door as she didn’t want to ruin her tedious hard work. ‘I really should’ve thought this through…’ Miko seethed, fumbling with her elbows of all things to twist the knob open. ‘At least the only person seeing this would be the awkward little delivery boy—’

Girl. 

Miko’s eyes widened when she saw a newer, cuter, more prettier face than the one she was already used to. Instead of some awkward teenage boy that could barely look her in the eye, a more attractive, pretty-faced woman stood in their place instead. “Starbucks delivery for Miss Miko?” you smiled sunnily. 

Of course the one day Miko wasn’t looking her best, a hot girl decided to show up. Great. 

“Yes, that is I,” Miko instinctively took up a flirtatious pose, even though it lost its effect as she was wearing pink fluffy sweatpants. “And who is the pretty lady if I may ask?”

“Oh, I’m just the delivery girl,” You chuckled bashfully. “Here’s your order by the way, Sorry for the wait, it appears that lots of people wanted to order from home.”

“D’awww, I’m not your first customer?” Miko jabbed playfully. 

“No, I’ve actually been working as a delivery girl for a week now. So of course you wouldn’t be my first.” Miko frowned at your blunt response. “Here are your drinks. Better take them fast or else they’d melt.”

“Hmm. Fine. But can you be a dear and put them on the counter for me? My nails aren’t done drying you see,” she presented them to you proudly and gestured for you to follow her inside. “Wouldn’t want them to smear after all.”

“Of course!” You slipped off your shoes and stepped inside to set the tray on her countertop. “There you go. As for the bill…”

“Oh! The bill…” a devious smirk made its way onto Yae Miko’s lips as she had an excellent idea to make you blush. “I’m sorry dear, but I seemed to have misplaced my bag. Perhaps…I could pay you in other ways…?”

That sultry tone in her voice implied something seductive. However, you didn’t comprehend it as such as you only assumed she wanted a different payment method. 

“Yeah we take Apple Pay.” You beamed innocently. “Would you like to–”

“No! That’s not what I meant…”

“...We take CashApp too.”

“No no no–!” 

Miko groaned inwardly. Her attempts thwarted by your obliviousness as she turned to not spare you another thought. “I’ll…I’ll go find my bag…” 

Sighing defeatedly, she paid you and sent you on your way. Plopping down at her kitchen counter and staring at her Starbucks drinks chilling in the tray in front of her. Damn, has her game been that bad lately? Miko wanted to bury herself in her hands in pity. In front of a pretty girl too… 

She set her head against the cool countertop and thought about how she could woo you over to make you hers. Her drinks long forgotten about as they melted under the fiery blaze of her longing for you. 

‘Looks like I’ll be ordering from home more often…’

RAIDEN EI

Since Ei can’t cook at all, takeout and delivery is basically all she eats. She’s a frequent customer of pretty much every fast food chain you could think of, yet the one chain she orders from the most is a certain bakery she loves for their sweets. 

Most often than not, the delivery drivers for that certain bakery have all delivered to Ei’s place a numerous amount of times. However, since you were a new hire, this was the first time you’d be delivering to the well-known customer, and boy was it rough.

To put it short, you got lost.

Ei was getting impatient as she had ordered her boba and sweets over half an hour ago. What was the delivery driver doing? She was getting hungrier by the minute and her craving for sweets got much stronger with each passing minute. The moment the doorbell rang, Ei ran like lightning. Nearly tripping over a couch cushion as she stumbled to reach the doorknob in time. 

‘Finally! I can see the person responsible for delaying me of my desserts–’ Ei flinched when she was greeted with a young woman breathing heavily while holding up a box of her delicious freshly-baked desserts. The smell wafted up to her nose and instantly calmed her down as she took in the appearance of the disheveled woman. Who, despite being completely out of breath, had a very pretty voice Ei noted. 

“Your…Your order…miss…” you wheezed weakly. Clutching your stomach and presenting the box of goodies like it was the head of a monster you had just slayed. “Sorry for the delay. I got a little lost around the…the neighborhood.”

Your arms shook and Ei took it as a sign to grab the box before you could drop it. Watching as you picked yourself up painfully and analyzing your features as she had realized that she had never seen you before from the bakery. 

‘So they hired a new girl to deliver to my house…’ Ei let her eyes wander across your face and took note of how oddly cute you were despite being all hot and sweaty. ‘Very pretty. Though punctuality is not her forte…’

“You were awfully late still.” Ei spoke bluntly.

“I know. I’m sorry. Please don’t tell my boss!” You winced. 

“I won’t.” Ei murmured, grabbing the hilt of your chin and tilting it upwards to make you face her. “I quite like having you deliver to me, so I want you to keep your job.”

Unintentionally, the loser Raiden Ei had made you blush. Who would’ve thought?

“I-I…erm…” Ei watched as you fumbled over your words, heat radiating from your cheeks as she still hadn’t let go of your chin. 

‘Not good with words either.’ Ei noted, ‘And her face is all warm. She really must be out of breath…’

“I will go grab my wallet,” she murmured quietly, letting go of your chin to go back inside the house. “I will be ordering from the bakery a plentiful amount of times. Expect to memorize my route by then, understood?”

“Yes ma’am…”

“Good.”

And as Ei sent you off with the bill and your tip, she sat back in her kitchen and pulled out a pastry from the box. Chewing on a mouthful and letting her thoughts drift to you once more. Thoughts wandering as a blush suddenly spread across her face.

‘Is it just me…or are these desserts even sweeter than before…’

#mod angel 🎐 #hu tao x reader #yae miko x reader #raiden ei x reader #hu tao x you #yae miko x you #raiden ei x you #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part eighty-four: "The Late Night Snack Hunt"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your friend group and you have a night out at Josie's and end up hungry and in need of snacks.

Or The five of you get drunk and you have a very interesting night.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.8k

a/n: Here's a fluffy installment that I've been teasing for awhile from a title that was suggested to me back when I was taking title suggestions (and I still have a good few more coming). We finally get the friend group back! I realized it had been a long time since we saw more than just Fog! I hope you enjoy and know that I wrote the last half of this with a fever today, but I wanted to get it finished on time! Feedback is always appreciated!

Tag List: @ninacotte @mattkinsella @stilldreaming666 @murdocksclient @madscamp02 @1988-fiend @lina-mar @pinkratts @schneeflocky @acharliecoxedfan @yarrystyleeza @theetherealbloom @danzer8705 @lionalsowrites

“Ellison was not thrilled with that story,” you told her, a grin spreading along your mouth. “I’ll tell you that much.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Karen said with a laugh. “You’re going to single handedly become the reason that man loses all his hair.”

“I mean it’s not like I was being unsafe covering that story. I have had outside help getting information,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder.

Matt was at the bar counter with Foggy, the pair of them getting another round of drinks for the table. As if he was aware you were looking at him–and knowing Matt he probably was–he glanced over at the table you, Karen, and Marci were seated at. You saw his mouth curl up into a smirk and you couldn’t fight the smile in return.

“That is still incredibly weird,” Marci pointed out.

Your attention returned to the table, your eyes landing on Marci sitting across from you. Her focus was fixed on Matt now, her fingers tapping along the glass in her hands.

“What is?” you asked her.

Her head gestured towards Matt. “His superhuman hearing,” she replied. “And the fact that I can’t actually have a girl’s chat with you if he’s around.”

You shrugged, picking up your beer and downing the last bit of it. Setting it back onto the table you asked, “Why, is there something you want to talk about?”

Marci’s eyes shifted straight towards you, a pointed look on her face as she raised a single brow. Beside you, Karen leaned her elbows onto the table, making the exact same face back at you. Your eyes darted between the pair of them curiously.

“What?” you asked. “What’s with the faces?”

“You’re literally moving in with Matt next weekend. You don’t think we have questions?” Marci asked.

“Lots of questions,” Karen added.

“Oh,” you answered. “Right, yeah. It is next weekend, isn’t it?”

“Yes! And we’ve been dying to talk to you about it!” Marci said.

Matt appeared at your side, sliding another beer along the table in front of you. You thanked him softly as he casually wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Leaning into his side, your attention shifted back to Marci and Karen.

“It’s not like you can’t talk to me about it with Matt here,” you pointed out. 

“Well in that case,” Marci said, both of her elbows coming to rest along the table as she also leaned forward towards you, a devious smile on her face. “Are you freaking out? Because I know you and I’m sure you’re freaking out.”

“Yeah, a little,” you answered her.

Matt shook his head beside you, drawing his beer to his lips. “That’s a lie,” he told her. “She’s freaking out a lot. Constantly. I’m pretty sure she’s still trying to find ways to hide having her period around me.”

Turning in your chair, you gawked at Matt and the little smirk on his face as he took a pull from his beer. Karen, Marci, and even Foggy all broke into a laugh around the table. You felt your cheeks heat instantly.

“Matt!” you whined.

He set his beer back down, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced at you beside him. “What?” he asked, that smirk still on his lips. “You think I don’t know why you’re always so supportive of me going out and doing my nightly hobby for a particular week straight every month lately?”

“Oh my God ,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You didn’t need to announce that to our friends.”

“Yes he did,” Karen disagreed. “So now Marci and I can tell you you’re being an idiot.”

“You have no room to say that,” you said, raising your head out of your hands and focusing on her to the right of you. “Because the guy you’ve been seeing doesn’t have heightened senses. Come back and tell me I’m being an idiot when he does .”

Matt’s hand started rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, pulling you further into his side. You felt him shift beside you, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. The embarrassment and the flush of your cheeks slowly began to dissipate at the affectionate gesture, a small smile slipping onto your lips as you contentedly melted into Matt.

“You two are freakishly adorable,” Foggy said, lifting his bottle of beer. “I can’t wait for when you both get married.”

Matt tensed instantly, his hand halting its soothing movement along your shoulder. Your brows furrowed at Foggy as he took a drink from his beer, silence falling over the table. Both Karen and Marci’s heads whipped in Foggy’s direction at his words, their eyes wide and brows raised in surprise. It took Foggy only two seconds before he was sputtering on his drink, waving a hand and shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” he quickly corrected in a rush. “I just–just meant you and Matt are an adorable couple. And you’re–you’re moving in together soon. I feel like marriage is probably going to be on your minds at some point, you know? And I’m definitely rooting for you both,” he finished in a nervous rush. Across the table, he raised his fist and pumped it up in the air once as he awkwardly added, “Yay, go you two! Accomplishing normal relationship progressions and things.”

Somehow your brows only drew further together on your face as you stared back at Foggy like he’d finally lost it. Karen was still staring at him curiously, her blue eyes scanning his face closely. Beside Foggy, Marci was shaking her head, focusing back on her drink.

“That was weird, babe,” she told him. “Even for you.”

“Right, yeah, sorry,” Foggy muttered.

You watched as he ducked his head, suddenly quieting. Beside you, Karen’s focus shifted between you and Matt. She still had that look on her face, the same one she got when she was incredibly focused on a case.

“Have you both talked about marriage yet?” she asked slowly.

Marci’s head snapped up, her eyes alight with curiosity. “Ohh, yes, have you?” she pressed.

"Uh, well, yeah," you admitted shyly, eyes dropping down to the beer bottle you began fiddling with. "We've recently discussed it."

"And?" Marci pressed.

"And I think I should move in first before you all start trying to marry us off," you said, peeling the label on the beer bottle. 

"What about kids?" Marci asked next. "Have you talked about kids?"

Your head flew up, eyes wide as you gaped at Marci. She shrugged a shoulder innocently in response, still clearly waiting for your answer. Your eyes flew to Matt, wondering what his expression would be, but you couldn't quite decipher anything with his glasses on. From what you could see, his expression looked fairly controlled and neutral, impossible to read a reaction from.

“I uh, I think we should just focus on the moving in thing right now,” you said, voice pitched a bit higher.

“Alright fine,” Marci replied defeatedly.

You watched her deflate a little on the other side of the table. Though out of the corner of your eye, you were still watching Matt and wondering what was with his suddenly quiet and hard to read exterior. 

“I think we should celebrate the occasion with more drinks,” Karen suggested mischievously. 

Across the table, Foggy perked right back up, his usual energy clearly back. “Here, here!” he exclaimed, raising his beer. “To our little awkward journalist taming our elusive cocky Devil!”

Matt immediately released his arm from around your shoulders, waving his hand around as he shook his head. “Come on now, Fog,” he said. “No one’s taming anyone here.”

“Dude,” Foggy said with a grin on his face, “you’ve been talking about her moving in for months now. You have it literally scheduled on your phone calendar and have been counting down to that day all fucking month.” Foggy shook his head back at Matt, the grin never leaving his face. “You’ve never been like this over a girl before, don’t fucking try to deny it. Not to me, Matt.”

A pleased smile slowly made its way across your lips as you looked up at Matt beside you. His hands were on his hips now and he was clearly tonguing his cheek. His posture was stiff and rigid as he stared straight ahead to where Foggy was still grinning back at him. After a moment Matt exhaled a deep sigh, his shoulders dropping as his hands fell from his hips. He slung his arm back around your shoulders, glancing down in your direction. The dim light of Josie’s bar reflected off of his red lenses at the movement, but as he focused on you, you saw his expression gradually shift. His usual coy and cocky smile slowly crept its way onto his face.

“I guess you were the one to tame the Devil, sweetheart,” Matt admitted.

The table erupted in a loud chorus of cheers, but your focus remained on Matt as he smiled down at you. That pleased smile never left your face, instead it only grew at his admission.

___________

“I told you guys this place would still be open,” Foggy announced.

He came to a stop on unsteady feet in front of the grocery store, one hand gesturing wildly at the well lit building and the ‘open’ sign on the door. You pulled Matt to a stop beside you, both of your hands wrapped around his bicep. Squinting at the writing underneath the store’s name on the glass window, you read it slowly before excitedly tugging on Matt’s arm.

“Foggy!” you exclaimed. “You’re brilliant! They do have organic food here!” 

“Looks like they’re only–” Karen paused on a hiccup before she continued to read a sign by the door, “–open for another twenty or so minutes.”

“Well then let’s hurry the hell up!” Marci cried out.

She looped her arm through Fog’s before dragging him towards the door. You could see the cashier inside through one of the large windows. They were rolling their eyes at the sight of you and your friends and the clearly various inebriated states you all were in. You were about to lead Matt into the store after your friends, but were immediately distracted by Matt’s hand grabbing your ass. Head abruptly turning to the side, you blinked rapidly a few times until Matt stopped spinning in your vision. Seconds later you caught the sly smirk already on his lips as he continued to brazenly grope you.

“I think I could go for some cake,” Matt mused, his words slightly slurred. “That sounds like a good late night snack.”

“You sound like a good late night snack,” you blurted, the words slipping out of you before your brain even processed them.

Matt snorted in amusement, his smirk turning into an amused grin. You couldn’t resist the giggle that bubbled out of you afterwards. 

He did indeed look very fucking good right now. His beard was a few days past when he normally shaved because he’d been too busy with his nighttime hobby and kept oversleeping in the mornings to do so, so it was a bit darker and fuller than usual. You’d often found your fingers brushing over it lately, and even now you couldn’t resist releasing your hold on his arm, lifting a hand to affectionately stroke his cheek. He was also still dressed in his work attire, the top two buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned and his navy tie loose and partially askew. And of course he had his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, his muscular forearms on display along with the patch of dark hair covering them. His forearms alone had been turning you on all night–when did they not? Not to mention, his ass always looked so damn perfect in his dark dress slacks, especially with the way the material was always pulled taut over it. 

Matt’s head tilted to the side, the amused grin slipping off of his lips as something more devilish replaced it. He leaned in towards your ear, his lips just grazing the shell of it as he spoke. The sensation rose goosebumps along your arms.

“At this point I’d like to take you back to what is soon to be our apartment,” Matt whispered into your ear, “toss you onto our bed, and get these pants off of you. Then I’d like to–”

“Guys!”

Matt abruptly pulled away from you at the sound of Foggy’s reprimanding voice. Your head spun behind you, taking in the look of exasperation on his face.

“This place closes in like fifteen minutes,” he continued. “Save the grabby hands for later. We're looking for noms! And Matt, buddy, I thought you wanted that trail mix? You spent twenty minutes talking about it at Josie’s.”

“I did not!” Matt shot back.

You laughed, throwing a hand over your mouth when Matt’s dour expression turned on you. He really had spent a long time talking about it before you’d all left Josie’s trying to find a bodega or grocery store open that would have organic ingredients for you to make it for him.

“Stay focused!" Foggy said, pointing a firm finger at the pair of you.

Foggy turned and headed back inside the store, leaving you and Matt alone on the sidewalk once again. With a sigh your attention returned to Matt beside you.

“If you want me to make that trail mix, we should probably go in there now,” you told him. “Otherwise you’re going to be complaining to me later tonight for twenty minutes about how you didn’t get it.”

"Well it has been awhile since you made some," Matt replied.

"Matt, I made a huge batch a couple of weeks ago,” you pointed out.

"It wasn’t a huge batch," he disagreed. “I ate it in two days!”

You shook your head, both hands wrapping firmly around his bicep and pulling him towards the store. "Because I’m pretty sure that’s all you ate for two days, Matty.”

“I just really like the way you make it,” he mumbled.

You felt Matt shrug as you opened the door of the grocery store, leading him inside with you before you abruptly came to a stop. Your eyes immediately began scanning the aisle signs hanging from the ceiling, having to squint as you tried to focus. The store around you felt like it was moving, making it more difficult for you to read all the words.

"So we need nuts," you mused, trying to decide which aisle would be the one you needed.

Matt snickered beside you, the sound drawing your attention from the signs. There was a boyish grin on his face as he clearly continued to fight back his amusement. 

"What?" you asked him.

"I–" Matt snickered again, "–I might be able to help there."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him as you grabbed a basket and began to lead the pair of you towards aisle six. 

"Don't think you want those in there, Matt," you replied. 

Matt was still shaking with silent laughter as you entered the aisle, your focus shifting to the row of nuts before you. You'd had to release your hold on Matt to try to closely scan the different packages, looking for the right nuts you always used that had no added anything–just the way Matt preferred it. Before you could grab the container from the shelf you’d decided on, you felt Matt's arms wrap around your waist as he drew you backwards and into the front of himself. His arms squeezed your waist tighter when you nearly lost your footing, keeping you from toppling over as you startled unexpectedly.

"Careful, Bambi," he teased playfully, chin resting along your shoulder.

"I'm only Bambi in heels," you countered, hands resting on his forearms to steady yourself.

Losing your focus from what you'd been doing, your eyes dropped down to his arms. Your fingers began dragging their way back and forth along the dark hair of them. Beside your ear, Matt let out a contented hum as he relaxed further into you. 

"How are your forearms so big?" you asked.

Matt chuckled at your question, the rumble of his chest vibrating along your back. You bit your lip, realizing what a ridiculous question that really had been. But for some reason your mouth wouldn’t shut up.

“Like your arms are huge, so it makes sense,” you rambled on, unwrapping one of his arms from your waist and raising it towards your face to examine it, “but why are your forearms huge?”

“I do work out,” Matt replied. “Or have you already forgotten that after your experience at Fogwells?”

Your cheeks heated at the memory of him shirtless doing handstand pushups–you certainly weren’t about to forget that . Tongue slipping out to wet your lips, your eyes lingered on his muscular forearm and his hand you were still holding in front of your face. You felt Matt nuzzle against your neck at the same moment you felt a flash of arousal strike your inebriated brain.

“Mmm, and what’s that about?” Matt murmured against your skin.

“I like your arms,” you blurted.

“Oh?” he asked curiously.

“And your hands.”

You winced when the words had fallen out of your mouth, your face feeling like it was on fire now. Why were you just admitting all of this in the middle of the grocery store? Especially when you could hear Foggy screaming about cheese a few aisles over.

“I already know you like my hands, sweetheart,” he whispered. “No need to be bashful.”

You shook your head, eyes still focused on his thick fingers that yours had begun absently playing with. “No, I mean besides that. I like–” you stopped short, eyes going wide as your hands halted their movement toying with his fingers.

Matt drew his head from where it had been burrowed against your neck, his eyes focused on you behind his red glasses. There was a serious expression on his face as his head tilted just a bit to the side. His tongue quickly darted out between his lips and you saw his nostrils flare a second later.

“Finish that thought,” he ordered huskily.

“I–I just mean you’re very tactile,” you breathed out, unable to tear your eyes away from the red lenses that were inches from your face. “And I…like watching the way you touch things.” 

Matt didn’t say anything, he only continued to silently stare intensely back at you. You found yourself speaking again before your brain could even catch up to the words falling out of your mouth.

“Like when you’re reading braille,” you blurted out. “Or when you’re tying or untying your tie. Or when you’re frustrated and you always put your hands on your hips.” You swallowed hard, Matt’s intense focus never wavering as your mouth wouldn’t shut up. “Or–or when you’re taking off the suit. Chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Honestly, anything you do with them is a turn on.”

Matt’s jaw tightened and you saw the way the muscle twitched in his cheek as the arm around your waist held you firmer against him. His nostrils flared again before his lips finally parted, about to speak–but before the words came out you heard laughter approaching the aisle you both were in. Both of your heads spun in the direction in time to spot your three friends standing at the end of the aisle. 

“Guys!” Foggy exclaimed, holding up a tray of something in his hands. “Cheese!”

Whatever moment you’d been having with Matt quickly disappeared. Matt released his hold on your waist, his head tilting to the side in confusion as he grinned at Foggy. You dropped Matt’s hand that you’d been holding, unable to fight the smile on your face at his exuberance.

“What about it, Fog?” Matt asked him.

“What if you–now hear me out,” Foggy said, making his way towards you both, “put cheese in the trail mix?”

Your nose scrunched up on your face as Matt chuckled, shaking his head. The giant smile on Foggy’s face did not waver as Karen and Marci rolled their eyes at him.

“No one puts cheese in trail mix,” Karen told him.

“Exactly!” Foggy exclaimed. “What a missed opportunity!”

“For cheese to spoil?” Matt asked him.

“No!” Foggy said, shaking his head quickly. “You could put cheese in there! A few different types. And maybe like…some salami?” His eyes grew wide as he nodded vigorously. “Yes! That’s also a brilliant idea! And maybe–maybe some grapes?”

“Foggy Bear, it sounds like you want a charcuterie tray,” Marci said, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

The expression on his face shifted to a look of confusion as his brows furrowed, eyes focusing on the tray of cheese in his hands. You bit your lip, fighting back the laughter as you watched him slowly nod, focusing on Marci.

“You’re right, babe,” he said. “Maybe we should grab one of those?”

She patted his shoulder as she said, “I’ll go grab one.”

Pouting, Foggy glanced down at the tray of cheese. “I still think it would be good in trail mix,” he muttered.

You laughed, turning and focusing back on the row of nuts beside you. Picking up the container you’d been about to grab before you’d been distracted by Matt, you placed it into the basket you were carrying. But before you could turn around and guide Matt down the aisle you’d need for the dried cherries, you felt his mouth suddenly beside your ear again.

“I’m going to remember what you said about my hands, sweetheart,” he purred.

___________

You squealed loudly as Matt dove forward, tackling you on the couch. The weight of him easily knocked you back into the cushions. Giggling, you struggled underneath him and tried to sit back up, but he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pinned you to the couch instead. 

“I love you,” he said, the smile apparent in his voice as he nuzzled his nose against your skin. “Have I told you that enough lately?”

Giggling a little more at the feel of his beard tickling your skin, you shifted your hips underneath him, trying to get comfortable as your hands grasped onto his shoulders. Above you, Matt adjusted himself so he was no longer crushing you.

“Only about twenty times since I made you that trail mix,” you replied. “I’m beginning to think you’re only with me for the trail mix.”

Matt’s head drew back, a look of faux offense spread over his face. “How could you possibly think that?” he asked, feigning hurt.

You giggled again, a hand reaching up to run your fingers along his jaw. Matt’s expression softened, his head leaning into your touch as a warm smile slipped onto his lips. All this time later and it still made your heart flutter when he responded to you like that. 

“You feeling a little better with some food in your stomach?” you asked him. “You drank a lot more than I did tonight.”

“Yes, and I blame Fog. He wouldn’t stop pushing the shots,” he said. “And of course he listened when you said no more. But me?”

“He’s just excited that we’re moving in together,” you told him, your hand falling to your side as Matt pulled himself off of you. “He’s texted me so much this past month freaking out himself because he’s so thrilled about you ‘finally settling down’. His words, not mine.”

You sat upright beside Matt, grinning when you watched him lean forward and stick his hand in the jar of trail mix on the coffee table. You’d made it for him the moment you two got back, Matt practically begging you the second you were through the door. He grabbed a handful and tossed it into his mouth, leaning against the backrest of the couch as he chewed.

“Yeah,” he said with his mouthful. “He certainly is. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already writing a best man speech.”

Nerves fluttered in your stomach at yet another implication of you and Matt possibly getting married tonight–though this time it actually came from Matt himself. You weren’t nearly as intoxicated now as you were earlier, but you were certainly still missing that filter between your brain and your mouth, finding yourself yet again saying things you normally wouldn’t.

“He’d make a good best man,” you said softly.

“Yeah, he would,” Matt agreed.

A moment of silence passed.

“And I already know you’d look good in a tux,” you whispered.

Matt’s gaze shifted towards you, his eyes no longer covered by his glasses now that you were both back at the apartment. For a moment they scanned around your face before you saw them abruptly shift down towards your chest, focusing directly on your heart.

“And I can only imagine the sound of your heartbeat when I call you Mrs. Murdock,” he murmured.

You audibly sucked in a breath in surprise, not expecting him to have said that . Lips parting, you gaped at him as you felt your own pulse erratically increase. A slow smile spread along his lips.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his eyes still focused on your chest. “I imagine it’d be something like that, actually.”

Stunned speechless, you sat there with your mouth hanging open as you just stared at his cocky grin. With an amused huff, he reached forward and grabbed another handful of trail mix from the glass jar, leisurely throwing a few pieces into his mouth as he settled back on the couch.

“Maybe we need this trail mix at the open bar, too,” Matt mused between bites. “Pretty sure I’ll be craving it. Especially if Fog will be forcing alcohol down my throat all night.”

You didn’t know how to respond as Matt had continued on, talking as if he’d already decided on proposing and marrying you. Your mouth was still hanging wide open as he continued to toss bits of trail mix into his mouth.

Was he being serious? Or was it the alcohol in his system making him tease you like this? Was that all it was–him teasing you? Because you knew how much he liked to do that to get a reaction out of your body. But at the same time, why would he tease you about something so big like that? He had to know marriage wasn’t a topic for poking fun at you about.

Something hit your chin and you startled out of your thoughts. Matt’s entertained chuckle hit your ears as your brows drew together, your mouth finally closing. Glancing down, you saw a cashew on your lap.

“Did you just–just throw a cashew at me?” you asked him in disbelief.

“Well if you’re going to sit there gawking at me with your mouth open like that,” Matt teased, “I figured I’d see if I could make one in. Guess I missed, though.”

Your eyes drew back up to his face, taking in the wide smile settled there. The dimple you loved so much was visible, his eyes creased at the corners as he gazed back at you. 

“Why?” you asked him, picking up the cashew and tossing it into your mouth.

His smile never faltered as he shrugged. “Broke you out of your spiraling thoughts, didn’t it?” he questioned back.

“How did you…?”

“I know you, love,” he replied simply.

Your eyes dropped down to the hand he’d gently placed on your knee. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the rare term of endearment he occasionally called you. A second later he patted your knee twice.

“How about we get ready for bed?” he suggested. “I’m pretty tired and honestly curling up with you sounds perfect right now.”

“Yeah, okay,” you said with a nod. “I’ll uh, I’ll grab those noise-reducing earbuds and leave them on your nightstand. I have a feeling you’ll need them in the morning.”

The pair of you rose from the couch together, but before you could make your way to where he kept the earbuds in that bowl in his entryway, his hands landed on your hips. He drew you towards himself, slipping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into an embrace. Your own arms wrapped around his neck as you buried your face into his shoulder, your body naturally melting into his. It was crazy to think that a year ago you were still quietly pining over him, and now here you were about to move in with him.

“I love you,” you whispered into his dress shirt.

Matt’s lips placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, too,” he murmured into your hair. 

“Only one more week,” you whispered.

His arms squeezed you a bit tighter in response. 

“Only one more week,” he agreed.

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SPIDER-FIEND - chapter i

— synopsis: spider-man spilling coffee on you wasn’t on your 2008 bingo card.

— word count: 1.7k

— warnings: cursing, mentions of divorced parents

— featuring: p1h jongseob, kiof haneul

— a/n: i will die on the riki spiderman hill. anyways enjoy this thing while i kms over finishing eat me up 😆😆😆🙏🙏🙏

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i. COFFEE, NEWS, AND A SPECIAL GUEST

You were sat at a table with two of your friends, Haneul and Jongseob, in your favorite coffee shop. For it being in New York City, it had a quaint atmosphere, something that not a lot of places here had. You three were exchanging in conversation about school while drinking your drinks.

You and Haneul had just been laughing at some stupid joke she made about one of your teachers at your school: Midtown School of Science and Tech. You hated the fact that of all people, you had to go there. You only had three real friends anyway, Jongseob, Haneul, and your best friend, Riki.

Speaking of Riki, he was supposed to join you all at the coffee shop today, but had just not shown up, no warning. He had a tendency to do that as of late, and it had you losing your mind over what the hell he could be doing that’s so important.

Suddenly, Jongseob pointed his finger at the TV behind both you and Haneul, interrupting your conversation and grabbing your attention. You craned your neck to take a look at what he was pointing out, but your eyes had to take a second to focus. The news was on, but the camera was moving so rapidly that you couldn’t place your finger on what was happening onscreen.

As if it had read your mind, the news now had subtitles accompanying the chaos, some speech about the alleged “Spider-Man” saving some people from a threat. You had seen pictures in the newspaper of the anthropoid-human figure, some videos on a new platform called YouTube, and even caught him in person once, swinging from building to building.

You didn’t really understand all the hype, though. Sure, it was cool that he could save people or whatever, but there had never really been an actual “supervillain” for him to defend the city from, so most of the time you called bullshit on his “powers”.

It was a little cool, though. Just a little.

The TV screen suddenly went black, signifying that something had happened to the camera or news station. You couldn’t tell, you hadn’t been paying that close of attention anyways.

Turning back around, you were met with a gaping Jongseob.

“What is wrong with you?” you teased, pointing out his facial expression. Haneul laughed and mimicked him.

“Stop it,” he commented, fixing his face, “I just think he’s cool, is all.”

“Awww,” Haneul reached across the table and grabbed Jongseob’s cheeks, “our little baby is a fanboy!”

He swatted her hands away before pulling his wrist to check his watch. You took a peak at the wall clock in the shop.

It was 5:17 PM, April 10th, 2008. Stopping by the cafe after school with your friends was always your favorite, but you’d been there for almost two and a half hours now, you should probably leave.

You gave Jongseob and Haneul a pointed look, and you could tell that you were all thinking the same thing. It would be best to go.

You stood up, grabbing your mug and bringing it to the counter, asking the worker for a to-go cup so you could leave. You returned to the table and grabbed your bag and your iPod from off the table, which Haneul had been using for the time being.

Walking back to the counter, the barista called out your name and handed you the coffee in the to-go cup.

Jongseob and Haneul met you near the counter, you three now taking your leave from the coffee shop. Jongseob opened and held the door for you two.

The streets of the city were as busy as ever, people, traffic, flashing lights, you were used to it all. Even in a neighborhood less close to the heart of the city, it was crazily busy. You watched from across the street as a man was casually walking backwards, another man was breakdancing for money, and a woman was scantily clad calling out at random strangers from her window. Some classy city you lived in.

You shook your head as you exited the building, taking a right to head towards the subway station, which was about three blocks away from the cafe. Haneul and Jongseob quickly caught up with you, following your lead.

“I don’t know,” Jongseob started, “I think it’s just be cool to see Spider-Man in person.”

You groaned and looked over your shoulder at him, “So we’re back on this now?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying,” Jongseob defended himself, shrugging at you.

“I just don’t really think I get the hype,” you admitted, picking up your pace as you reached a crosswalk.

“What’s there to not get?!” Haneul cocked her head at you, furrowing her eyebrows but still smiling.

“I dunno,” you said, reaching the other side of the crosswalk, “I just don’t think he’s all that.”

“Sounds to me like you’re just being a hater for no reason,” Haneul commented.

“Maybe I am,” you replied, “so what? It’s not like he’s ever gonna know.”

The steps down to the subway station quickly came into view, so all three of you picked up the pace. Ever since you left the cafe and got closer to the heart of the city, the human traffic only picked up. You had to almost shove your way through to get to where you needed to go.

You grabbed your Metro Card out of your bag, ready to swipe your card as you neared the entrance.

Once through, you three stepped up to the platform, waiting for the subway. Moments later, Jongseob’s phone started blasting his ringtone — “Low” by Flo Rida — and begging to be answered. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, he had a much newer phone than yours. He was lucky enough to get an Ericsson P1i, one you’d been wishing for, hoping to have for a little less than a year now.

You were stuck with a dingy Nokia N70, a hand-me-down from your older brother, which was now an almost three year old phone. You couldn’t always complain though, some of your classmates weren’t allowed to have individual smart phones. It was hard for you to believe; it’s 2008 now, not the 1800s!

Jongseob quickly answered the phone to who you assumed was his mother because his demeanor completely changed. Seconds after he answered, the subway pulled up, and you three filed yourselves in.

At the other end of the car you’d just entered, there was someone performing music with a guitar and a hat on the floor for money. You really didn’t want to listen to whatever was going on, so you fished your iPod and Apple earphones from out of your bag and drowned out reality. The music wasn’t bad, per se, in fact it was better than a crack addict being in the car, but you just weren’t in the mood today.

Your green iPod started playing “Thnks fr th Mmrs” by a band called Fall Out Boy, a song you had recently purchased on iTunes.

You let your mind drift to Riki. It’d been like that all too often lately. He wouldn’t even do anything and you’d be thinking of him. You knew you liked him more than a friend, you had now for a while. You weren’t stupid. But with all the flakiness he had been pulling lately, you began to get annoyed with him.

A few songs later and you were at your stop. Haneul and Jongseob still had a stop to go, so even when they offered to walk you home, you politely declined. You knew the way home well, and it wasn’t even dark yet. Plus, you had a taser in your bag.

You straightened your white blouse and plaid skirt before bidding your goodbyes to your friends, stepping out of the car and making your way back up the stairs up to the ground level.

You didn’t live extremely close to the inner city, you were about 15 minutes away by subway. It was far enough to not go crazy by the amount of light that Times Square had always elicited at night, but close enough to where you didn’t feel isolated from the inner city life.

The next song on your playlist was “How to Save a Life” by The Fray, a new favorite of yours. It had come out last year but you weren’t sure how you’d missed out on it for so long. As soon as you got the iPod for Christmas with an iTunes card, you bought that song. 2007 really did have the best hits.

As you slipped through alleyways to get to your street, you made sure not to spill any of your coffee. You hadn’t been drinking it so the cup was mostly filled, but you were waiting until you got home. You’d probably post about it on MySpace.

You got through a few more alleyways and back to a more crowded street that led to your mom’s apartment, easing your nerves as you approached your safe space.

Maybe it was because you had your earphones in, maybe it was because you’d been looking down at your iPod for a second too long so you could turn up your music, or maybe you were too distracted, your mind still on Riki.

No matter what it was, you definitely weren’t expecting to see Spider-Man swinging around your neighborhood. He had a bit of swagger about him naturally.

You wondered who hid under that mask.

Once your eyes left his figure, you once again drew your attention towards your iPod, turning it up once more. You believed it would be optimal for you to go deaf.

Within an instant, your once white blouse had hot coffee spilled all over it. Your mouth flew open, turning around to face the culprit that had bumped into you, roughly, causing you to spill your drink. You weren’t even sure how the drink had spilled as much as it did, you had a safety lid on it.

When you whipped your head around, you did not expect to be met face-to-face with none other than your personal hero, Spider-Man. You couldn’t believe what happened, immediately starting to curse out the man under the suit.

“Yo, can you watch where the fuck you’re going, man? You ruined my shirt, thanks.”

Instead of offering an apology, Spider-Man stood there for a few seconds before simply webbing away.

Some fucking hero he was.

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[chrollohearttags]

peppermint kisses • r. braun

in which Reiner decides he wants to have his gift a little early after a Christmas Eve party.

themes: !black fem reader, (plus size coded) dom reiner, light bondage, dirty talk, drunk sex, pet names, fingering, spit play, back shots, mating press, squirting, choking, spanking, him turning the reader into a Twinkie, orgasm denial 😵‍💫 and other themes so minors do not interact!

📝: this is also half self ship as well because I’m down egregious. also, merry Christmas, my loves!

wc: 2.9k

Christmas Eve: a time of merriment and cheer for all of those that celebrate the joyous holiday. A time for families, friends and community to come together and exchange gifts, enjoy delicious treats and enjoy one another’s company.

and for others? it gave them an excuse to engage in something a little more than Secret Santa’s and slicing fruitcake..but rather something a bit more..salacious.

“mmmhm! Reiner, damn baby…can we even get in the door? You’re about to rip my clothes off!”

your plea fell mostly on deaf ears at the moment, due in part to the fact that the man you were speaking to was far too infatuated with the rest of your body to focus on what was coming from your mouth. Lips tracing up your neck and collarbone, big hands running up the curvature of your body; gripping the plumpness of your ass in his wide palms, followed by faint grunts into your ear.

truthfully, it was a little unbecoming of your husband’s character. A man who was normally the quietest in the room regardless of his staggering size had now relinquished that and was ravaging (y/n) with the sloppiest of kisses and heaviest of slaps to your backside. “Sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta have you..don’t even think about keeping it from me right now.”

and you most certainly didn’t attest his advancements so the second the door came to a close, the two of you became entangled in a very heated make-out session right there against it. your hands reaching up to his chiseled cheeks to cup them as his tongue slithered between your lips, filling both of your mouths with a mixture of soft moans and exchanged vodka infused saliva.

but what had caused this sudden shift in him? the simple answer was a holiday party at a friend’s place just down the street. Filled with lots of fun, food and more alcohol than what should have been allowed..Reiner just so happened to partake a little too hard in the latter. It was very seldom that he drank so naturally, it made him pretty tipsy..you didn’t know it’d turn him to such a fiend though! Especially when he saw you dancing on one of your mutual lady friends like an absolute slut.

twerking and bouncing that ass on her and grinding your bodies together..you had to pay for getting him all worked up!

however, you had no complaints with the results as he was currently snaking those fingers across your crushed red velvet corset with the fur trim and working to unfasten the clasps, but when that became too much of a hassle, he’d simply tug it down to reveal your supple breasts; those perky brown nipples already stiff for him when he took them between his fingertips.

“What do you say we get Christmas started early, princess? I mean, the only thing I want is righttt here and I’m a little impatient..”

the low growl of his voice was followed by his hands trailing south to your leggings and finding home in the seat of your panties..that silky heat and plumpness of those fat pussy lips, practically swallowing the thin g-string trying to conceal them. Immediately, you’d find yourself melting as those digits circulating your swollen clit. Tossing your head back, you’d release a high pitched wail that only further fueled his freakiness.

“..and you’re so fucking wet, babydoll. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna pound this little pussy tonight…” his sentence trailing once more as he pinned you to that metal panel with a hand to your throat. Meanwhile, his opposite set of digits had made their way inside of you, causing you to rut and practically fuck yourself on his fingers. It was pitiful how desperate and needy you had become that quickly. But he was more than happy to help satisfy those needs.

his eyes suddenly met your own that had stretched wide open due to the stimulation of his pumping. “F-fuck! That feels so good! Baby, please..” your cries bringing a smirk to his face and he’d speed up his movements; alternating and twisting them around inside of you to drum out more of that silky fluid. All while you clawed for his covered cock, trying to pull it out. “Please what? You better tell me what’s on that pretty little mind of yours.”

it was then that you realized that liquor had him acting brand new but you liked this new side of him!..so aggressive and sexy. (Y/N) on the other hand had become a babbling, drooling mess; seconds from squirting on those sunken digits. But before you could have the chance to answer or your orgasm, he’d make the decision himself. He was far too impulsive and aroused to play around with you!..that much apparent by that growing bulge in his crotch.

snatching those fingers from your aching cunt, Reiner made haste in ridding you of those bottoms, tearing them off and ripping them in two on the floor. He needed nothing in his way right now but he did have a use for them.

“matter of fact..I’ve got a better idea. Come here..” In what seemed like a blur you had gone from straddling his fingers to being rough housed and led over to the couch by a guiding grip on the back of your neck. It was there that he’d toss you to the sofa, pinning your legs as far as they would go..as he undressed, you’d watch eagerly, chewing on your nail and stroking your clit.

wide open with slick coating that mound..it was almost too much for him to handle. “You look so cute..playing with that fat little pussy for me, baby. Stay just like that for a minute..” instructing whilst he peeled those clothes from his muscular body. He really was the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on and didn’t help when he reached for his thick length and stroked it, causing your hole to spasm on air.

“Well don’t keep me waiting too long…I need all that dick.”

Reiner returning shortly thereafter. In his hand, he brandished both those ripped tights..along with something he snagged from the nearby coffee table. “Don’t worry, cupcake. Hold your hands out and open your mouth..got a little something for you.” immediately doing as you were told, you’d soon have your wrists bound by that material. He’d then lean forward, closing the gap between your bodies as he spat into your mouth before swiftly placing a single candy cane between (y/n)’s teeth as a makeshift gag.

he just knew you were confused by that gesture but he decided to give his explanation whilst tapping his tip against that slit..teasing his shaft over your folds. “Now…you’re gonna hold that candy cane between your teeth while I make you cream on daddy’s dick. You can scream, moan..hell, even cry but if I hear a crunch, see that candy break or it falls out of your mouth for any reason..you’re not allowed to come. Understand?”

his message was received loud and clear but just how in the actual hell were you supposed to do that?! It was nearly an impossible challenge but one you had no say in the matter and with it settled; sealing the deal with a head nod, he’d take that as the cue to shove that massive cock inside of you. Quick to calm you with a gentle brushes to your cheek whilst he fed you slow thrusts.

the distress was written all over your face because it wouldn’t be long before you’d be feeling those strokes in the pit of your stomach and it’d be all but inevitable to crack that candy cane! Not to mention being unable to push him away..so you’d lie there, heels dangling over his shoulders and thighs jiggling with each one.

“You look so pretty taking this dick, baby..such a good girl.” coaching you through it with that deep, gravelly voice; your tightness sucking him in.His pale shaft and pink tip only able to fit halfway but white cream slathered all over it as a result of his pumping..even watching as he coaxed out an entire stream of it that leaked to your puckering asshole. All of it was truly a sight to see. Eventually, he’d burrow over your entire body, folding those jiggling thighs up to place you into somewhat of a mating press.

his heavy balls colliding with the thickness of your ass and the sounds of clapping flesh resonated throughout the room..along with his loud grunts and your muffled moans. “Oh fuck….” Mumbling through lightly clenched jaws. Your eyes shutting and legs shaking fiercely but you refused to break that candy because one thing you knew was that he would not go back on his word or show mercy when he got like this.

flailing those tied hands around, grasping at the back of the sofa, (y/n) clawed at the cushion as some form of support while those deep strokes finally reached the entirety of your swelling sex. He couldn’t believe how fast you were able to open up; those plump pussy lips eating his cock up once it was buried to your hilt. But what truly made you melt were the glares and constant commands being spewed from his mouth. “Ooh fuck…that’s right. Let daddy have it, baby. Hold still and let me fuck that tight pussy..”

Reiner knew just how close you were by the way it was spasming around his base..as if you didn’t want him to pull out. So he wouldn’t…and just to make things a bit more intense and difficult, he’d bring his thumb pad to your very sensitive clit and began stroking it gently; slicking it with another string of saliva in the process. Honestly, it was all he needed to send you over the edge as you let out a loud cry; white toes curling in those shoes on your feet.

reaching up, he’d tug them off, let them tumble to the floor and in one final act to either comfort or completely break you, he’d bring your soft instep to his lips and place a plethora of kisses on it as he fed you rhythmic strokes..faint splashes began to formulate against his chiseled v-line and you’d begin squirming, trying to scoot away from him but he’d slap your little mound because of it; laughing at the sheer desperation on your face. “No cheating..I know you want to come, princess but not yet..so don’t try to run from me again.”

just for you little spat of insubordination, he’d start pounding once more to the point that he was damn near on the couch himself and covering your entire body. “Daddy, please!” Crying out through your makeshift muzzle, barely coherent, yet all that he wanted to was keep stuffing you full of dick. “You better use those fucking words if you want something. Tell me..” his aggression had escalated into full blown bullying you at this point but it couldn’t be helped in all honesty. He was enjoying himself way too much.

“What is it? Do you need to come that badly?..can’t I have this pussy a little bit longer..or do you want me to come?” all of it a mere taunt to your resolve and how weak it was. You always did come too quick and any other time, it’d work to your advantage but now..you had no choice but to hold it in. “If you want my nut, you better squeeze this dick. That shit better grip me so tight..that I never want to pull out..that’s if you can, princess.”

and as it stood, you wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of doing so without forcing your own climax. Still, you had to try and seconds later, you were clamping around his thick cock; akin to that of a kegel and held that position, crying until you felt two heavy pulses inside of you. “Oh my—shit!” And only seconds after that, Reiner would double over, eyes bulging from his skull as he made good on his word and dumped every ounce of his seed into your womb.

a loud grunt followed by sucking his teeth as those heavy balls became depleted of all his nut and entered your womb. It was practically spilling out by the time he finished. “Fuuuuck! That’s my good girl..you did exactly as I asked. And look at that, still holding that candy cane.”

spent but not out for the count, Reiner would brush your forehead with one hand whilst placing a knee into the couch cushion by your side and sinking his other set of fingers into your sore, abused cunt. You were looking down at his forearm, normally blocked by the view of your cute, chubby tummy he loved so much. But you could spot his knuckles working around that hole and feel them even more intensely. So much so, you were jolting around as he drummed out yours next.

“..so now I guess it’s your turn. Squirt on my fingers, babe. Come for me..right fucking now and don’t make me say it again.”

that certain grimace in his voice that drove you crazy. Being manhandled like this was going to make it hard to behave from now on. You’d provoke him more often if this was the result. However, as he drummed out those dripping fluids..splattering them everywhere, he’d snatch that candy from your mouth and that tie from your wrists to listen to those loud, earth shattering moans.

“Ahhh! Fuck, fuck! I’m coming..so fucking hard!” Loving every second of those beautiful waterworks. It was only after you finished that he’d retract those fingers and dangle them above your newly freed mouth, letting your sweet juices drip onto your tongue. “I know and I’m so proud of you..but we’re not done.” Feeding you a faint tap to the cheek before ushering you onto your knees.

he wanted to fuck you from the back now and he didn’t even give you time to get well adjusted before your husband was tugging you by your hips to his pelvis. He’d give you only a few slaps to your slit with that heavy appendage when he felt you grasping for it on your own. “Well put it in yourself then..I don’t mind.” Loving your initiative and as your smaller hands clutched his shaft, you’d glide the tip to your hole; those thick lips splaying and splitting open at his reentrance.

“Matter of fact, show me some of those moves from earlier…do it with this dick inside ya’..dance for me, princess.” Demanding that you bounce those heavy cheeks buck against him as your entrance swallowed it whole. “Mmm..yeah. Like that. Make that ass bounce and fuck me back.” It was always something about back shots..causing him to lose his composure with you. Sounds of smacking flesh arose yet again and (y/n) decided to take a glance back to look at your aftermath.

“Like this, daddy? Am I doing a good job?” The faux innocence in your voice was making him feral and when you’d twerk and wind with his cock still nestled deep, Reiner had to toss his head back and let you take the reigns. “Oh, it’s fucking amazing, sweetheart…best damn pussy in the world.”

by this time, his vulnerability was apparent by his whiny voice and it seemed that he wasn’t going last long this way either. With your juicy ass colliding with his chiseled and and v-line, it was too much of a sight to bare. You always had this effect on him but he wouldn’t change it for a thing. Eventually, he’d raise his leg to the sofa for more leverage and ended up burrowed over you yet again. Straight beating your shit up without even breaking stride.

“Ah, fuck! Gonna make me come twice inside of that tight pussy..filling you up like the little cumslut you are.” His hands crossed around the small of your back, guiding you at his leisure while he bucked his hips.

and not before long, you’d feel those all too familiar pulses inside of you, in addition to his voice cracking and becoming high pitched. He couldn’t take staring into your eyes so Reiner pushed your head down as you took his dick like a champ. “Take it..take this fucking nut, princess. Let me fuck a baby into you. Please!..”

he had grown down right desperate but luckily for him, it worked in his favor and you’d reach between your thighs to stroke your bud, encouraging him to come one last time, promising to do it with him simultaneously. “Ready?” “Yes!”

on the silent three count, both of your bodies instantly froze before collapsing into complete ecstasy. Riding out those orgasms on one another; melding as one. You, showering him with sticky secretions and him pumping you full of his warm, white semen that created an absolute gorgeous mess..of loud screams and squelching.

neither of you could take another second once you came down to revel in the afterglow but as a final gesture to soothe and thank you for allowing him to do such a thing, Reiner placed a trail of kisses up the curvature of your spine. And that seemed to be all he needed because he had now himself into sobriety!

coming to his senses, he too would fall onto the couch and drag you into a tight embrace along with him.

“Merry Christmas, princess. Hope I didn’t act too crazy.”

to which you’d giggle and bop his nose with your fingers.

“Yeah, but after that..I think I can let it slide.”

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[sky-kiss]

I’m prompting you for ascended fiend Raphael. The scenario is your oyster but I vote for deliciously sinful and nasty. 😈

But if not that one, I do have a prompt idea of Tav saving Raphael (and Haarlep) from an assassination attempt in his boudoir and whatever shenanigans/reactions you’d want to explore. 😂

A/N: I have a few other nasty prompts for the Ascended Lad, so let’s (attempt to) ASSASSINATE THE BOYS. I made it silly. The lads were having a good time. I’m sorry.

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R/T/H: 18+: Assassins are so five minutes ago, darling.

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"Heroism" is the last thing on Tav's mind as she storms through the House of Hope. "Annoyed" is high on her emotional list, falling just shy of "murderous" and "sexually frustrated." And while these states of emotional flux were often confusing, she has the rare and dubious pleasure of knowing the exact source of her woes. 

Raphael, by way of Haarlep. The Hero of Baldur's Gate chews the inside of her cheek hard enough that it might draw blood. It's still early morning back in Faerun, too early for breakfast, which has not dissuaded Raphael a lick. He's been eating for hours, the little shit. He is never so overtly generous, not without a contract on the table, and so Tav knows it's a deliberate play. He wants her attention; he's too proud to ask so…

…Haarlep. She didn't need to see them or ask for confirmation to know it had been their idea. The incubus had pitched it with a smile on their face and a song in their heart. 

Unsurprisingly, the boudoir's barrier does not stop her. The magic washes over her like an old friend, a touch oily, intimate like a caress. The second she crosses the threshold, the pleasure shifts. Raphael presses his tongue flat against her clit, warm, static pressure. The fingers in her cunt still, an agonizing stretch promising such pleasure if she can ride the wave a little higher. 

"Master, oh, Master, please…" Haarlep cries. It's Tav's voice- wrecked, breathy, and close to sobbing. It's an obvious exaggeration. These situations always inspire Haarlep. A voice in her head, eternally practical and sounding like Jaheira, says she should feel offended by this indignity. 

The problem is she can feel how it affects Raphael. The way his hand tightens on her hip. He shifts against the mattress, grinding his hips down, suckles at her clit. All the strength threatens to leave her knees as Haarlep comes apart, gushing over the cambion's face. 

Well, good for them. 

But back to the "heroism" section of our narrative. 

The fact of the matter is it all comes down to luck. Haarlep's orgasm is intense enough to stop her cold. Those few minutes are why she's lingering in the foyer instead of standing by the foot of the bed. It's the reason she sees the shimmering figure slip in through the window, little more than a few flickering dust motes. Tav frowns, summoning enough presence of mind to focus on the intruder and not the sensation of her doppelganger sinking on a perfectly lovely cock.  

The stranger makes a critical mistake: they hesitate, knife raised above their head. Cold iron or not, she can't think of a less effective assassination attempt. That points to an irritated debtor rather than a competitor in the Infernal Courts. Tav crashes into the would-be assassin. The impact sends them sprawling. 

Fucking Haarlep never even stutters, riding the Archduke with a practiced, effortless grace Tav would admire under less pressing circumstances. She clears her throat. 

"Oh, we heard you, little thief." Haarlep opens their eyes long enough to wink, palming their breasts. Tav glares. The incubus pinches their nipple in response, hard enough to leave Tav shifting. "Nearly finished with that?" 

"With the assassin?"

Raphael chuckles. The low rumbling sound makes her shiver. It's gratifying to know the feeling is mutual; Haarlep's cunt clenches, pace stuttering briefly. The incubus grumbles something in Infernal before resuming a more leisurely pace. "We appear to be in danger, Haarlep. Were you aware?" 

"Such danger. Whatever would we have done without our stalwart protector?" 

The cambion smiles. Handsome, so fucking gorgeous. The assassin twitches under Tav, still clearly present. No matter what the devils would like to pretend. "How should we repay her for this kindness?" 

"The assassin, Raphael!" 

He frowns. The devil pats Haarlep's hip, stilling them. He snaps his fingers, and the assassin vanishes in a shimmering veil of hellfire. Off to languish in his dungeon, no doubt. "There, pet. Are you content now? Can you be civil?" The absurdity of the statement leaves her sputtering. Raphael looks at her, brow furrowing, confused and irritated. "Well, what are you doing down there? Or will I have to make it an invitation?" 

"Someone tried to kill you." 

Haarlep laughs. "Old news. Why linger? We'd far prefer guiding you to a little death, sweetling." 

"Come, mouse." 

And she hates it. She hates the abuse of power, hates their dismissiveness…

…hates that she's rolling her eyes and crawling into bed to join them. 

#bg3 raphael #haarlep #raphael x tav #smuttyish #asks #my writing #LOOK IM SORRY #IM SURE YOU MEANT AN ACTUAL ATTEMPT BUT #...they got carried away

[exhausted-archivist]

So About That Thedas Calls Teaser...

I am by no surprise a map fiend and have been combing over the map shown. First off it is tilted and squashed to heck cause of the really fun stylization which seems to be pulling inspiration from historical nautical maps as it has at least two sea bound center points.

Second, we have confirmation of:

Treviso, Antiva

Rivain

Weisshaupt, Anderfels

There are elements that suggest the following:

Merdaine, Anderfels: a location that holds the giant white sculpture of Andraste titled "Our Lady of the Anderfels", this is also near Weisshaupt.

Minrathous, Tevinter: which would make sense considering everything we've seen in previous concept work and through the short stories and anthology Tevinter Nights

Arlathan Forest, Tevinter: Same reasoning as above

Kal-Sharok: This one is a bit more tenious because as I mentioned in the first point the map is squashed and tilted so exact location is hard to figure out. Couple with the fact the structure is largely hidden in the fog of war. It could very much also be Andoral's Reach as that is the other known location in that area, but that is in Orlais so I have my doubts.

The following images are organized in order of mention:

The last image shows the whole frame for Minrathous, Arlathan forest, and the mysterious southern fortress (Kal-Sharok?) I also wonder, given that the Thedas Herbology oversized mousepad shows two varieties of deep mushrooms we've only seen in a drawing in The World of Thedas Vol. 2; the bleeding russula and the blighted morel. I wonder if that further lends to the possibility that we will be venturing back into the Deep Roads.

I'm really hoping we get to see more than one place in each location outside Tevinter. Not only that, but I also hope we get to go to Antiva City, though not named it would be interesting to see the capital of Antiva as well as how the "crown" and crows are handling the fifth occupation of Treviso by what they perceive as the Qun and if the main body of the Qun is helping fight against the rebelling Antaam as we see suggested in Tevinter Night.

I do really love the map they've shared, the stylization definitely communicates a focus on certain locals and fades away the ones we don't need to even consider. The use of the fog of war also plays so well into that and the sea monster.

Unfortunately, it doesn't portray much in terms of climates/biomes. The Anderfels looks arid as it always has, but Antiva is even more un-informing than usual. The fact the map is essentially stylized cracking rock portrays little on if Antiva is an arid climate or not. Considering Treviso seems to have snow on the mountains, and pretty low on the peaks as well, I have questions considering the rough placement we've been suggested they are on the globe and the fact that Seheron and Par Vollen are tropical and Rivain has the hallmarks of the same with the crops they grow - bananas, sugar, nutmeg, cinnamon, rice, chickpeas, bell peppers, ect.

Very excited to get back into the world of Thedas again.

#Dragon age 4 #dragon age: dreadwolf #da4 #dread wolf rises #dragon age day 2023 #spider cw #insect cw #deep mushrooms #fictionl fungi #I am so hyped for the full reveal and gameplay trailer #I also really hope we get to see more flora and fauna variation TT-TT'' #long post #da4 teaser #Antiva #Anderfels #Rivain #Tevinter #Weisshuapt

[seraphimaa]

Tactical Communication

I had such a dumb idea that wouldn’t leave my head but it has been making me cackle every time I think of it.

Low int Tav tries to warn Astarion that Raphael is, in fact, a fiend during their first encounter. It could have gone better. Bad comic attached at the end to better explain this dumb idea.

(Hinted Raphael x Tav Hinted Astarion x Tav)

Warnings: none

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Imagine Tav recognises Raphael as a fiend quickly during their first encounter, despite his disguise.

She wasn’t sure where the stranger was taking them but she had to warn her new travelling companion of the danger they were no doubt following him to.

The fiend walked in front with his back to them and seeing an opportunity to get Astarion’s attention without alerting him, she began to wave her arms above her head like a mad woman. When she saw his gaze fall on her, questioning she panicked as she thought of a way to visually communicate that the man before them was actually a devil.

She knew what to do. Raising her fingers to either side of her head like horns and began to hop manically between her legs. She screwed up her face and wagged her tongue around in a way she hoped screamed Look, I’m big scary devil.

The elf looked deeply disturbed.

She frowned back, raising her eyebrows at him in frustration and continuing her strange dance, wondering why he wasn’t catching on to her obvious communication.

Spinning to the left she yelped and stumbled back as she came face to chest with the disguised fiend. He was sneering down at her, clearly unimpressed.

“Are you quite done?”

Staring at the ground, she nodded quick and sheepish.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

He considered her, holding her in his authoritative scowl, their noses almost touching, until she considered crawling out her own skin in order to escape it. When she had finished flushing a deep cherry red in embarrassment, he took a step back. And cleared his throat.

“Let’s continue, if you think you are capable to do so without further…tomfoolery.”

She would have snorted at the choice of words if it hadn’t been spat so menacingly at her.

It was only when in camp that night, after the devil had made his proposition and released his form that Astarion chose to address the Hollyphant in the room.

“What in the hells was that?”

“I was trying to communicate tactically?”

“And what exactly were you trying to communicate? That your tadpole has chewed through whatever functioning brains you have?”

He sniffed at her, rolling his eyes. Gods, if this was his only ally in the fight to come he may as well toss himself off of the nearest cliff face.

“No. He smelled of sulphur. I was trying to tell you that he was a devil…obviously.”

She considered not adding that dash salt to the wound but he was so rude sometimes.

He sighed and they both sat like that, arms crossed and pouting in silence. It was only broken as he rose to take his leave like he usually did at night, for whatever strange reason.

“Maybe, try the magic, telepathic bloody tadpoles liking our subconsciouses next time…Darling.”

That bastard.

(Please forgive the comic. I just needed to get this tomfoolery out of me as quickly as possible so I can actually focus.)

#original content #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #raphael x reader #raphael x tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate raphael #bg3 #bg3 raphael #astarion x female tav #astarion imagine #astarion x female reader #astarion x oc #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #raphael romance #raphael imagine #Raphael imagine bg3 #bg3 imagine #raphael x oc #this is such a dumb meme and I’m the only one who finds it funny

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

How CSM Characters Love (As Told By Tarot)

tags: gn!reader, spoiler-free

a/n: SURPRISE! normally these tarot posts are separate in order to completely focus on the character at hand, but i wanted to celebrate the release of part 2 of the manga as well as the trailer. i might make separate extended posts though later if people are curious! let me know! likes and reblogs very appreciated! talk about csm with me!

denji

three of wands, king of cups, page of swords, knight of swords

denji’s love is akin to summer. the sweltering heat practically nothing as you excitedly go from one ride to the next at an amusement park. wincing and whooping at the hot sand as your sprint to the tantalizing waves. staying at the park after dark, laughing as you listen to the terrible freestyle rhymes your boyfriend raps. everything is new and an adventure. denji is generous with his love and you always know what he is thinking. once he thinks it, he says it. he loves you, so he says it. he likes being with you, so he says it. he wants you, so he says it. you’re likely the first lover he’s ever had and it takes him a long while to leave the honeymoon phase. in fact, denji may never leave it. why would he? denji doesn’t understand those who say love is complicated. loving you has to be one of the easiest things he’s ever done and it takes no effort to love you or continue loving you. love is plenty of give and take, he gives a lot and takes a lot cuddles, kisses, holding your hand. a truly fun love to experience

aki

page of wands, king of pentacles, eight of pentacles, death

for years, the only thing on his mind was his quest for revenge. that left little time things like romance; he never craved romance. it would do nothing for him in the long run, love wasn’t necessary to the goals he mapped for himself. then you came along and made a mess of everything. aki’s love needs a bit of a learning curve, but once he achieves equilibrium you may experience no greater love. his love is strong and he shows it in his actions. in every brush of your hands, in every stray text of a photo he took that he said reminded him of you and in every whispered promise he’ll return home. it’s almost like he’s experienced a rebirth. aki is a city mouse at heart. the sweeter the reward, the less he cares about the risks. but aki finds himself caring about those aforementioned risks more and more the stronger his love for you grows. he’s scared that one day there will be a mission he won’t walk away from. he’s scared of dying and leaving you alone. aki can’t bear the thought at all. aki is a city mouse at heart, but it doesn’t take long for him to desire a quiet life in the country with you and the makeshift family you’ve created together with denji and power

power

knight of wands, ace of pentacles, knight of pentacles, two of swords

love is a confusing concept for devils and fiends alike to comprehend. as such, power tries to show you her love the best way she can even if it is unmistakably in a way that suits her. power’s love is vibrant and passionate, she hugs you when she wants and kisses you when she wants and yet she is almost akin to a cat when she decides she no longer feels like being lovey dovey. heaven forbid you have an argument, there will be no guarantee of having space in order to think things overー for power believes she can be mad at you and cling to you like a koala at the same time. it can be a bit overwhelming at times and boundaries will likely need to be placed, but you can tell that the fiend is trying her best. as the blood fiend, love isn’t her inherent nature yet she still tries for you sake. power insists you should be proud she brags about your relationship status, that you are the lucky human that the great blood devil power has chosen but anyone can see plainly who is truly happiest about this arrangement

makima

two of wands, the lovers, the empress, knight of wands

makima told you long ago before your relationship began, if you pursued one with her, you would be as good as married in her eyes. there would be no going back to the before or breaking up with one another. she wouldn’t let you go and she wouldn’t let you let go of her. your fate was sealed the moment you pressed your lips on hers. makima’s love is one that transcends space and time, wrapped entirely in a red string of fate the exact same shade as her hair. whether or not it is a red string that was given by fate, or one she wrapped around the two of you is of little importance. you are hers and she is yours. it doesn’t matter how far apart you are, how many lives you may experience onward nor does it matter how knotted the string may become. it won’t break, makima won’t allow it. you’re the only one she will willingly submit to and relinquish her control, perhaps one of the scariest things someone like her can do for another. makima’s love is opulent; she wishes to spoil you completely. makima simply asks for one thing in returnー to stay together forever. to eat a lot together, sleep together, and have a happy life together

#look she's writing #tarot #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #denji x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #power x reader #makima x reader #headcanons #side ramble of pride: but makima has a different background for a reason! #denji aki and power have the same background because they're all like family and for the most part on the same page #contrast to makima who has a bg of silk and the most refined deck of them all #i am legit surprised she got the lovers fndjkfsndf

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We Are But Children 2

Whumptober Day 17: “Leave me alone.”

Characters: Legend, Twilight, etc

Trigger warnings: Past violence to a child, panic attacks, deaging

Read on Ao3!

This is set before We Are But Children 1, but is intended to be read afterwards.

No idea what I’m talking about? Read the first instalment here!

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Tiny!Legend is thirteen and already impressively cranky. He has also, fortunately, seen enough quest bullshit that multiple iterations of the hero’s spirit and a transdimensional monster hunt only gets an irritated sigh.

The thing that does give him pause is the fact that he’s supposed to be a nineteen-year-old veteran with seven adventures under his belt and a bottomless hoard of enchanted equipment.

He still refuses to wear pants, though.

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The wizzrobe didn’t look infected.

Every era’s monsters had differences only thousands of years could explain, so seeing a fiend that was only half-familiar was routine by now. That it was a wizzrobe was annoying. Warriors sometimes got a pinched look about him over those, and their attack patterns and weaknesses varied a lot, so they were often a bit of a wild card, which no one enjoyed.

Twilight had never seen a wizzrobe before all this portal business. On the one hand, he’s had no practice, and on the other, he has no expectations about how they’re supposed to move and fight. He still doesn’t like them much. No matter who they belong to, they’re always throwing magic around, and he doesn’t appreciate being set on fire.

This one at least isn’t throwing fire. It’s mostly just zipping around the battlefield, cackling unsettlingly, and dodging any swords that get too close. Wild takes potshots at it occasionally, but it’s mostly a big, flashy distraction that they all start to ignore.

A mistake, as it turns out.

Twilight almost misses it; he’s occupied with a moblin battering at his shield while he waits for an opening. But from the corner of his eyes there’s a flash of weirdly purple light and he turns just in time to see the wizzrobe’s magic cannon right into Legend’s unprotected back.

Legend doesn’t make a sound. He just crumples.

There’s more than one yell. The wizzrobe vanishes, three of Wild’s arrows finding a simultaneous mark, but the damage is already done. Wind is closest, and already fiercely rebuffing the bokoblins Legend had been fighting, while Warriors and Hyrule race over. Twilight forces himself to focus on the last two moblins - he’s no good to anyone if he gets a spear in the back because he missed one. Sky takes out one from behind and Twilight uses the distraction to cut down the second, and then both of them are racing for the commotion around Legend.

“No! Don’t touch me!”

Twilight’s never heard Legend’s voice sound so high and panicked. He looks so small, cringing away from Hyrule, and Twilight hopes he’s not too badly injured -

He doesn’t just look small. He is small. Too short, with too-thin shoulders, and wide violet eyes set in a child’s too-soft face.

“What the fuck?” Wind blurts out.

“Language,” says Sky, but his heart’s not in it. If he’s anything like Twilight he’s thinking much the same thing.

“S-stay back!” the tiny version of Legend is saying. He scrabbles for his sword, and though several people protest they’re all too slow to stop him drawing it. “D-don’t come any closer!”

“Easy, easy,” Warriors says, holding up his hands to show he’s put his weapon away. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

Tiny!Legend scoffs. “Like I’ve never heard that one before.”

Having made it to his feet, he’s slowly edging away from them towards the thicker stand of trees. And Twilight’s struck by the thought that if they lose him now, they may never find him again.

Time must have the same thought. When Tiny!Legend’s sword dips in preparation to run, Time swoops in and scoops him up against his chest.

Legend screams.

He twists and thrashes in Time’s grip, desperately thumping on every part of him he can reach. Even with the armour dulling the blows Time is struggling to keep his balance. The old man drops to one knee, but still maintains a careful hold on Tiny!Legend’s small form.

The boy screams again, thin and wispy, and gasps for air.

He’s so scared he can’t breathe, Twilight realises, like Colin when he wakes from nightmares he won’t talk about. And that - that’s something he knows how to deal with.

“Hey, hey, buddy, you’re gonna be okay.” He sits cross legged in front of the two and grabs Tiny!Legend’s hands. “I need you to breathe with me. I’ll count, and we’ll breathe in, and count and breathe out. All you gotta do is follow it.”

Yanking against him, Tiny!Legend tries to growl, but nothing comes out except a squeaky wheeze. His eyes are big and wet and frightened.

“I know it’s scary but you gotta breathe with me. Breath in, two three four -” Twilight exaggerates his breath, making it loud and whooshing - “and out, two three four -” he relaxes his hold on the boy’s hands just a little.

At first Tiny!Legend doesn’t even try - he’s preoccupied trying to wriggle free of Time’s deceptively gentle grip. Twilight just keeps counting and squeezing, keeping his voice low and calm and steady, and slowly the boy starts calming down. As soon as it’s safe to let him go Time retreats, and the boy relaxes a little further.

“Easy,” Twilight murmurs. “That’s better, now, ain’t it?”

He’s not hyperventilating anymore. Hiccuping with sobs, but no longer panicked, just - scared, and confused.

Tiny!Legend sniffles. “You - you don’t - you don’t look much like a knight.”

“That’s cuz I’m not,” says Twilight. “‘M a rancher.”

Tiny!Legend blinks. “Is that - is that like a farmer?”

“Well, a farmer usually deals in crops, see - plants that you grow t’eat. A rancher like me jest works with animals, and that could be fer food, fibre, or work.”

That gets a little frown, less angry than confused. “But, but my grandparents have a farm, and they have animals too! They have cuccos and goats and sheep.”

“Do they grow plants for food?”

“Yeah. Wheat and corn and tomatoes and pumpkins, sometimes.”

“Then they’re fer sure farmers. A rancher like me only does animals, no crops, but farmers can do both. Make sense?”

“I guess.” Tiny!Legend still looks dubious. “You’re sure you’re not a knight?”

“Very sure,” says Twilight, feeling the beginnings of amusement. “Too much politics for me.”

“Then why are you travelling with knights?” It’s almost accusing.

“Well I don’t actually think most of them are knights, but it’s kind of a stupid story to start with…” Twilight scratches the back of his neck, playing at sheepishness.

Tiny!Legend leans in. “Wha’d’you mean?”

“Well, my day started out pretty normal. Feed the goats, milk the goats, chase the buck around the yard until he lets me put ointment on his bad foot… then durin’ lunch hour, a dark magic portal just appears in the pasture. Now, portals are bad news. Usually monsters come out of ‘em. I didn’t really want monsters rampaging all over my village an’ botherin’ the goats, so I grabbed all my gear and went through first t’see if I could head ‘em off.”

“That doesn’t sound very smart,” says Tiny!Legend, riveted.

“I’ve done worse,” says Twilight. “But, on the other side o’ this portal, I didn’t find no monsters. All I found was these suckers -” he jabs a thumb at the other Links, who’d dispersed to a semi-polite distance while Tiny!Legend was panicking - “who’d all done the same damn thing as me. So there was a bit o’ arguing about whose fault it was that there were portals appearin’. And then we found monsters. An’ since then, we’ve been trackin’ ‘em down.”

“What kinda monsters? Why did you have to track them?”

“All kindsa monsters. I seen monsters with this lot that I never even knew existed. And we gotta track ‘em because somethin’s wrong with ‘em. They got black blood, an’ it makes ‘em more dangerous. Tougher, and smarter. They been usin’ tactics we never knew they could, an’ it’s too dangerous for normal people to leave ‘em wanderin’ around.”

“That sounds a lot like what knights are supposed to do.” Tiny!Legend flexes the hands Twilight’s still holding; not like he wants to get free, just - thoughtful.

“Back where I come from, knights are pretty useless, so people like me help out where we can.”

Tiny!Legend nods thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that.”

“Mm, good. Now.” Twilight tugs gently on Tiny!Legend’s hands, spinning him a little towards Time, who’s been leaning against a tree leafing through his notebook. “I think someone has something he’d like to say to you.” Over Tiny!Legend’s head, he mouths APOLOGISE at Time.

Time looks briefly enlightened before sobering. “I’m sorry I grabbed you. You were about to run off, and there’s more black-blooded monsters in these woods, and you didn’t know about them or where we were. I thought it would be safer for you to stay put, but I’m sorry for scaring you.”

Tiny!Legend screws up his face angrily at Time saying he’d been scared, but doesn’t protest, still eyeing Time’s plate armour with a wary gaze. “Don’t do it again,” he says.

“I’m sure he won’t,” says Twilight. “Now. I’m pretty sure you’ve still got questions, yeah?” Like where they were, and why Legend was here, and how he’d gotten here from wherever he last remembered being.

But even at thirteen, Legend’s already got a shrewd light in his eye.

“…what’s your name?”

“Now that’s another story entirely…”

#whumptober 2023 #linked universe #lu legend #lu twilight #skies writes #sorry for the delay #RL wouldn't stop Happening #for context i got kicked by a horse on Wednesday and it was the high point of the week

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Like Dogs and… Cats. 

Oneshot: GN!Reader/Jack (Rated T)

Please read the inspiration for this post at the end. It had me in stitches. Anon, thank you for your service and harrowing story. You are a hero.

That said, let’s get on with this! 

Tags: Smooching, suggestive themes, GN!Reader, reader’s body not described, some spicy stuff but a bit more focus on comedy and silliness.

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It has been an eventful day. You and Jack had gone shopping under the premise of looking for outfits in town for a school event, but it ended up being an all day affair: shopping, romantic candlelit dinner, a walk in the park at twilight, and now you were here. 

Both of you stood awkwardly outside the Ramshackle Dorm, staring at your shoes and trying to figure out how best to cut into the weird tension that had been building while you silently walked home together. 

Pausing at your door, you and Jack seem to have the same thought as you simultaniously say:

“Can I come in?"

“Do you want to come in?"

Both of you exclaim a soft ‘oh’. 

You laugh at your collective nervousness and Jack takes that as permission to come inside, both of you smiling in quiet embarrassment. 

You walk into your kitchen and remove your jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair you eat at. Walking up to the cubbord that held your tea-bags, coffee, and drink-mixes, you begin rummaging for something appropriate to drink in the evening.

“Do you want tea or…” You begin, but you are quickly cut off.

“Actually I…” Jack’s face is heated, his eyes are uncharacteristically intense, and his adorable silver ears are at full attention, like little fluffy satellites. “I wanted to have something else.” 

Your hands began shaking as you silently prayed that he meant what he thought you meant, and you nodded silently. 

You timidly offered your hand to Jack, and felt relief wash over you when his warm hand enveloped yours in response. 

Audibly swallowing, you led Jack up the stairs to your less-than-impressive bedroom, trying to come up with excuses he might believe just in case you had misinterpreted the situation, just in case.

However, based on the fact that Jack tackled you onto your bed as soon as your door was shut, you had a sneaking suspicion that your hopeful guess was right on the money. 

The kisses you both shared were fast, breathy and full of energy. 

Jack was grasping at you mindlessly, sqeezing, massaging and pulling at the fabric of your clothing. Getting an idea, your hands reached for the hem of Jack’s shirt and gently tugged. 

Getting the message, he put his arms up to allow you to pull it off him. 

Mouth dry, you stared at the muscular planes of Jack's body in heated longing. 

As if hypnotizsed, you immediately set yourself on biting at his collarbones and working your way down. The thickness of his chest was mesmirizing, and you found your hands gravitating to his generous pecs to give them a firm squeeze as you continued making marks down his neck and dirifting your mouth slowly to his abs.

Jack’s breathing was growing all the more labored with each caress, and mirroring your movements from earlier, he began pulling the fabric from your body in turn, shedding layer by layer until you were both almost bare.

You thought this might just be the best day of your life. Nothing could ruin it! Unless… 

The door opened with a bang, and the culprit of said unceremonious door slamming quickly revealed themself.

“Get offa my henchman! You fiend! You beast!” You heard the voice exclaim, just a second too late for you to interfere or prevent this mess from happening. 

Jack gave a yelp of surprise and pain and immediately sprung off of you to try and remove the feral ball of grey that was attaching itself to his leg, swatting and swearing at the offending creature. 

“The great Grim ‘outta flambé your mangy ass!” Grim screeched, clawing at the back of Jack’s calves with fervor.  

You grabbed Grim by the scruff and glared at him with the most hatred your face could manage as he hung limply like a wet dish towel. Okay, that part was a little funny, so the hatred wasn’t as bad as it could have been. You went from hatred, to one step down: ‘pissed and mortified’. 

Taking this opportunity to escape, Jack grabbed his clothes off the floor and made a break for your bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. 

You were embarrassed, devastated, and ready to strangle your stupid little furbrained co-student. 

No matter how hilariously pathetic he looked right now.

“Just what do you think you are doing!?” You yelled, ignoring your lack of clothing by sheer force of extremely concentrated frustration with your little goblin of a roommate.

“I’ve had a bad feeling about him from the start! He smells bad! Dogs often bite people, ya know! He could have rabies! Or scabies! He could bite ya and turn you inta’ a dog too!” Grim wiggled uselessly in anger, punching his little arms like the world's tiniest boxer, trying to free himself from your grip and failing miserably. 

You sighed, this was going to have to be a conversation for another time.

Grumpily opening the door to your bedroom again and throwing Grim inside, (followed by a loud yowl and a string of explitatives that you had no idea he knew before now), you locked the bedroom door and stuffed a wedge under the gap to make sure that the little fluffy bastard didn’t just try to force his way back out again. Hopefully he could cool his little (literal) hot head for a while while you tried to do the same. 

You heard a loud clattering coming from the now-closed bathroom, and you approached slowly, calling out to (your friend? more?) Jack softly. You tried knocking on the door gently, slightly flinching at how loud it sounded in the otherwise quiet building.

“...Jack?” You called, heart sinking at how such a great time had gone awry because of your (lovable and protective, but also dumb as a rock) talking cat. 

There was silence, no response. Swallowing harshly, you checked the doorknob: it wiggled. 

Realizing the bathroom was unlocked, you timidly pushed it open, bracing yourself for an upset Jack.

The window was open in the bathroom, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. 

A small tuft of fur that had caught on the heavily splintered wood of the windowframe hinted at his escape route. You felt like crying.

Heart sinking, you buried your face in your hands with a groan. Now what were you supoosed to do? Tomorrow was Monday and you were going to see him in class. You wanted to scream.

A muffled ‘ding’ came from your discarded jacket in the kitchen. 

Desperate for the distraction, any distraction, you walk downstairs and grab your phone, swiping it open to view the notification. 

You were still mad at Grim. But at least he hadn’t ruined everything.

Yet.

(For those worried, I will give Jack a proper conclusion in the couch series, but like… I had to.)

I'm sorry Jack, you just were the boy that worked best with this joke.

So, for context. Here’s the anon that inspired this thing.

Anon, as you probably knew when you sent this to me, it sent me into hysterical laughter imagining any of the cats I have owned in my life having done this, and also I feel like there's is 100% a r/tifu page relaying the nameless guy’s side of this debacle. Truly incredible.

You can see I made the ending a little more hopeful but the meat of the story is there. Thank you again for making my day, Anon!

This edit below is for you babey!

Thanks for reading! Love you, reader!

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i'm an absolute FIEND for outsider pov. would love to see a bit of that with chainshipping, or really any ship of your choosing. coffinshipping even! -T

this has been sat in my inbox for about two days now, and i'm almost glad for the fact i sort of put it off, as a friend and i had the most illuminating conversation about (among other things) perez's perception of hoffstrahm at work. with that fresh on my mind, things sort of fell into place really easily. also......... um i did make this hoffstrahm i hope that's okay ! i'm just honestly. really no good with chainshipping </3

‼️SAW REQS STILL OPEN‼️

Special Agent Lindsey Perez wasn't prone to entering such thorough states of confusion that doing much else beside standing rooted to the spot and staring blearily seemed an insurmountable venture—and yet.

She knew Special Agent Strahm—she knew Pete—better than she knew her own mother. Even somebody as difficult to get a read on as him couldn't remain an enigma forevermore, namely not to his mentee-turned-best fucking friend. Their understanding was utter and implicit. They were a unit not liable to persevere through separation.

She'd come down with something last week, taken the days off at Erickson's urging. Hadn't anticipated much of anything different in returning to the office. Way things have been going for them lately, honestly, she'd half expected to find everyone exactly as she'd left them—poring over the exact same files, chewing on the exact same half-baked theories that would never hold water, beating the exact same dead horses.

Strahm had been, at least, happy to see her. This she'd inferred by the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his lips, a subtle fondness in the crinkle of his eyes as he thrust a cup of coffee in her direction.

And, Perez couldn't tell you exactly when she'd first noticed something wasn't right—but about halfway into the workday, the realization had struck and was yet to let up, a couple of hours later.

Outwardly, nothing seemed to be amiss. Strahm was Strahm and thus unpleasant and snappy. Hoffman was Hoffman, and thus unpleasant and smug. Perez watched them (covertly, she'd like to think) do the usual song and dance—the posturing, the barb-trading, the sneering as though they might pounce at each other at any moment. (All because of some incorrectly filed evidence; but, she supposed, they'd argued more viciously for much less.)

She didn't think anyone else might think much of the picture they painted, it appearing no different from their normal. To her trained eye, however, it was anything but; the relaxed slouch to Strahm's shoulders, the glaring lack of a frown, the occasional grin he'd let play about his lips for half a second, all his usual insults lacking all the usual bite… and most damning of all, perhaps, the way he'd been braced against Hoffman's desk, gently swaying in an uncanny mimicry of a puppy with its sights set on a toy. (Was that a bit of a mean comparison?)

But, you know what, benefit of the doubt. Perhaps that was a one-off, something's-for-sure-contaminating-the-water-supply kind of occasion. Didn't have to mean a thing. Perez could let it go, honest.

She was about to let it go, mulling over the scene playing on repeat in her head while packing up to go home. Or, well, to the hotel, as it were. She slung her bag over her shoulder, wrapped a thick scarf around her neck, all the while strutting towards the exit. The door of Hoffman's office was cracked open.

It was difficult not to look.

The scene within brought on that state of utter confusion, a certain speechlessness. She slowed to a stop, peering through the gap in the doorway. To tell the truth, it would've been perfectly normal had it been anybody but Hoffman and Strahm As it was, Perez took in the sight—the two of them wearing creepily similar expressions of unwavering focus, eyes narrowed and locked on the screen of Hoffman's computer. Strahm hovered above the sitting detective, one hand resting atop the man's shoulder.

The hand, perhaps, was the biggest culprit. A tell, a giveaway. Perez couldn't tear her eyes away, and in that blatant staring, she didn't miss the subtle movement of Strahm's fingers, the way they dug into the fabric, the swipe of his thumb uncannily alike a stroke, a caress. Hoffman shifted, as though in response, causing the hand to slip nearly down to his neck. Strahm's fingers tapped a rhythm against bare skin.

She'd stood there a second too long. The next thing she knew, Strahm was looking up—and in doing that, his eyes landed squarely on her. Their faces flushed in tandem for different reasons entirely, though before the moment could stretch any further, Perez bolted for the exit.

Well, in any case, tomorrow seemed to brim with the promises of awkward conversations to be had over lunch break.

#saw #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #peter strahm #mark hoffman #fic request #n