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mslanna · 1 year ago

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PLEASE, PLEASE WRITE IT! 😤 (what i assume is a weird mixture between a mating dance and asserting dominance on a very confused Raphael🤣)

well, not-quite-so-anon anymore @fiendish-appreciation. it is done. here is the last part of the story

unless I maybe do a soft epilogue, which I am not sure I can.

Outfox the Cat Part 3: The Devil Does You on AO3

It feels as if the world rests on Tav's shoulders alone and the slaying of the Elder Brain only increased the weight. They blink in exhaustion, slumping over their war hammer for stability. The Crown of Karsus drags them down merciless, like a black hole attached to their hand.

Should have left it in the river, they think. Should have made the bloody devil go look for it himself. But they made a promise. And that, for them, was as binding as any contract.

Tav wonders why that did it. Pity? Power? It felt good to outsmart a devil in his own home. The power ran through their veins golden and intoxicating. It may have carried them away a little and the victory was sweet. Even when ghost caresses started to crowd their days when shivers of phantom pleasure woke them up squirming at night.

Haarlep was making good use of their body. He must wear it a lot and sometimes Tav wonders who is on the other side of the equation. They hold on to the confession that Raphael only ever wants to sleep with himself. But the alternative is slightly disgusting. How many people does Haarlep sleep with during a day, during a night? Twenty-four hours filled with more sex than Tav thought possible.

And if it is Raphael taking advantage of the incubus' new form, Tav sighs. The cunt would surely have had an easier time fishing the Crown of Karsus from the Chionthar. If only the water had washed away more of the blood. Caked in gore Tav stumbles on.

Astarion already fled the sunlight. Lae'zel rode off on a dragon to be a figurehead for her people. Wyll followed Karlach into the hells. Time to follow. Tav sighs and looks at the broken city. Their home, once upon a time. It feels forever away. But right now, Baldur's Gate looks as broken as they feel.

Just a little further, Tav urges themself. Up the city to the Devil's Fee. They take a deep breath and close their eyes for a moment. This, too, will pass.

When Tav opened their eyes, the city vanished. The stink of blood and steel exchanged for the smell of hearty food, sweet wine and hot baths. They stand in the House of Hope, close enough to collapse onto one of the many chairs in the feast hall. The table is loaded, brimming with treats of all kinds. The smell makes their stomach clench.

"A little eager, are we?" Tav sits down heavily, resting their eyes on the devil who watches them from the end of the room with triumph in his eyes. "I would have preferred to do this with a little decorum, but hey."

Tav's attempt to throw Raphael the Crown of Karsus falls short, as does the crown. It clatters on the tiles, rolling in wobbly circles until the devil picks it up.

"And let you hold all the trump cards again? I think not, my dear." Raphael devours the crown with eager eyes. The goal of his efforts in this plane of existence finally in his grasp. But he doesn't put it to immediate use. Instead he turns it over in his fingers slowly, keeping them safely busy as he approaches the weary paladin.

"After this ordeal you went though, it is only proper to grant you the hospitality and – recreation my House of Hope has to offer." His words a smooth and roll from his tongue with practised easy. Only a hint of hunger hides under the rough edges of the vowels.

"I-" Tav breaks off. They are sitting comfortably. The idea to get up doesn't appeal, not to mention they are unsure their legs will take it.

"I have you covered," Haarlep's voice comes from behind. They reach their arms around Tav and lift them easily. The war hammer clatters to the ground unheeded.

"Haarlep! In your regular form?" Tav forces a chuckle. "Didn't get to use it much lately, did you?"

The incubus answers with a peal of laughter as they carry their prey into the boudoir.

Tav leans their face against the red shoulder. The motion from walking is calming and they drowsily close their eyes. Sleep beckons but is chased away too soon when Haarlep puts them down near the restoration fountain.

There they undress the weary paladin and clean the blood from skin and hair. Tav remembers the restoring power of the fountains, but Haarlep uses the water sparingly. Enough to refresh, not enough to strengthen.

"Don't want to make it more difficult on me than I have to," they confide, rubbing blood from Tav's hair and between their toes.

It's a cryptic statement. What was Raphael to do? Make his incubus lick them clean? The devil watches, waiting at the edge of the pool and his hooded eyes still glint more than the light refracting from the crown in his hands.

Tav wants to make a quip, tease him for letting Haarlep do all the hard work as per usual. But they are tired. The water cleans away blood and bruises; to wake them up, Tav seems to have to drink it. But Haarlep gathers them up again already, slipping nothing but a small sip of the healing waters down their throat.

"You will need it," the incubus murmurs as he carried Tav away.

Raphael follows, making a detour only to vanish the Crown of Karsus to a safe place. The silk sheets rise cool against Tav's skin as Haarlep gently lowers them onto the large bed. The incubus follows, taking up a seat at Tav's head. They take the paladin's wrists and slowly stretch their arms out over their head.

"Not so plucky now, are we?" Raphael gloats. He pulls off his boots never releasing Tav from his proprietorial gaze. When Tav tries to sit up, Haarlep tightens the grip around their wrists, pushing the backs of their hands deep into the mattress.

Raphael kneels between Tav's legs, the final prize spread before him. The smug smile turns hungry. For now, Raphael lets his eyes betray exactly what is about happen. His lips pull back to reveal the anticipation of a victor.

"Mock all you want about the number of times you felt Haarlep's ecstasy in your body," his words drip to Tav's skin like lances. "The victory is mine."

"The devil you know, eh?" Tav replies and glances at Haarlep. "Still needs help, though."

"Oh, my loyal incubus is only here to guarantee a certain – restraint." Raphael leans forwards. He catches Tav's chin with one hand, tilting it into a perfect angle to lay a first kiss on them.

It is heavy and sweet, Tav drops back in surprise by the sheer intensity of it. Heat seeps from the devil’s lips into their mouth, filling the kiss with smouldering desire. When he raises his right thigh, pushing Tav's up with it, the paladin spreads open with a soft moan.

Raphael breaks the sound up between his teeth and deepens the kiss. His mouth controls Tav's breath until comes in short gasps. They tug at Haarlep's grip, craving to put their hands onto the devil smothering them. Tav rears up as best as they can, taking in tongue and teeth as they move.

"Oh, I know you want to take back control of this whole situation." Raphael sits back with a smirk as Haarlep forces Tav's head back onto the mattress securing their hands under his knees. "But there is only one way you may get on top and it is I who decides if and when that happens."

His lips touch down along the side of Tav's jaw, nip their lobe and travel down their throat. Each placement is perfect, the pressure just right, the length almost enough. "You can resist or yield," the devil murmurs into their ear. "But you cannot control."

Another row of kisses along the throat and towards the back elicit a strangled and angry little moan. Tav struggles once more against Haarlep's hold and earns nothing in return but a mocking chuckle from the devil laying lines of arousal over their skin.

"You may have been too busy to notice," Raphael leers taking a break to surveying his effect so far, "but I already had my first courses. I can wait now. This is all about you." He returns to teasing Tav and the precision with which each touch hits home, caressing the most sensitive areas is uncanny, revolting, and irresistible.

"Welcome to eternity." Hot words scorch Tav's ear, but go barely noticed. They rally against Haarlep's hold in vain, roiling in unwanted desire and with their mouth once again closed by Raphael's demanding kiss, they cannot talk their way out of this one. When the devil levels his weight onto their body, Tav stops wanting to.

Raphael works his way downwards, punctuated by frustrated moans. Each nip is paced and placed to drive Tav crazy with lust. And after repeated practice sessions, they land perfectly. Tav feels the smile on the fiend's lips as he works them, plays their body like a fiddle.

His hands spread their knees and hold them wide. For a moment cool air brushes over Tav's damp sex. Raphael rises to look down at his prey with cruel gratification and for a moment he relishes in the sheer power over Tav. Then he leans down, breath hovering for unreasonably long between their legs before his to tongue ventures in. Tav bucks, when the tip settles easily over their clit, caressing it with maddening familiarity.

Each gasp and groan his tongue elicits spurs him on. His fingers dig into Tav's thighs and keep them wide with an iron grip. When Tav crests towards release, Raphael sits up, smug and self-satisfied. Cold air leaves an empty caress on Tav's swollen clit.

The devil's head rises for a final threat, brown eyes blazing fire and steel. This power arouses him more than any touch.

"You will know me." Raphael growls triumphant. "In ways you cannot imagine yet and in all of my forms." The air sings and suddenly a fiend looms over Tav. His skin sears against theirs, black bones digging into their flesh along strange angles.

"I will have you begging on your knees." The words burn and roll over Tav like a hot gravel. "I will have you wail my name in supplication. Every sensation of your body will be mine, your lust, your pleasure, your pain. For I am the Master in this House."

Back in his human form, the devil leans in to resume the work on his latest toy. "As you have admitted when last we met: you had your fun. Now I will have mine."

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #bg3 fanfiction #mel writes fanfic #sleazy second-hand car dealer

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thiccweebtrash · 2 years ago

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Stepping Back With No Way Forward Chapter 02

((AN: HI all this one took a minute because I re wrote it a bunch of times. Currently I'm running off of caffeine, dead dreams and server memes, this is kind of a fluffy chapter enjoy 🤣))

Disclaimer: I do not own the art work

There was a soft knock on the door and in walked Urume once more. (Y/n) was still sitting in the middle of the room, tears streaming down her face. They walked up to her and gently placed a hand on her back. "My dear, will you come with me?" They said, their tone gentle. She slowly nodded and with Urume's help, got to her feet, exhaustion now took over her and she leaned lightly on the monk as they guided her down the hall.

Her minded was foggy, she barely paid attention to where she was until she heard Urume speak. "Please, remove your clothes, I have a bath ready for you."

When she was snapped out of her haze, she stood in a large room, three of the walls where a stunning white marble, along with the floor, gray swirled with in it. But one wall was wooden, and a large window looked out toward a water fall that poured from the mountain, it was almost like a moving picture. She heard the monk clear their throat. A few large wooden tubs were in the far corner of the room, one of which was filled with steaming water.

"S... sorry, umm, do you... know where my bag went?" (Y/n) asked. They nodded, "yes, I put it there." They poined to a seat not far from them that was infront of a large mirror (y/n) had only just noticed. She nodded and walked to it, rummaging through and grabbing her phone. She sighed when she was her phone had absolutely no service, but a piece of her wasn't surprised. Her eyes then went to her lock screen, where it was a group photo of her and her friends, Yuji, Megumi, and Nabora all wearing 2022 glasses and each had a glass of champaign in their hands. The sight brought her some comfort. Along with seeing her phone was still at 100%.

"How are you.. and those people in that!?" Urume gasped over her shoulder. (Y/n) turned, shocked at first, but remembered that so far, everything she's seen here seemed to be based out of a different era, so a phone to this monk would be alien technology.

"Its..It's... uhh... like a painting but on a smaller scale." She tried to explain, and watch Urume's eyes go wide when the screen went black. "What is this... is it a cursed technique?" They asked, taking the phone and looking at it. "Unlike one I've ever seen."

(Y/n) tensed a moment, gently and carefully she took the phone back from the them, "I have no idea what your talking about, but this is called a cell phone, not a... what you said." She nervously giggled. Urume hummed but didn't press the issue. "I will run and get you clean towels and your night clothes." With that they nodded and left the bathing area.

(Y/n) slowly began to undress, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the seat her bag was on then placed the bag on top. She opened her phone and went to (fav music app). She scrolled through her songs and found her favorite one. She quickly walked to the bath and sank into the water, placing her phone on a stand that stood not far from the tub, perfect distance to grab if needed and not have to worry about getting wet. She tapped the song and it played out, resonating off the walls and filling the room with the tone. It relaxed her as she rested her head back, when she closed her eyes she pictures herself in her own bathtub, in her apartment, her glass of wine and a book she was about to read beside her. She let out a soft sigh and a small bittersweet smile crossed her lips at the thought.

"So you aren't just a sniveling, balling brat, you have other expressions." A deep voice spoke over the music. Cold fear froze her body and she gulped, to afraid to open her eyes, but she knew she had too. Slowly she opened them to find Sukuna leaning against the door frame, both sets of arms crossed and all four eyes on her. Red crept her face when she realized the water was quite clear and did little to hide her nude body. Instinctively she used her arms to cover her breats and crossed her legs. He found this amazing, letting out a soft chuckle before strolling into the room. As he moved closer she sank down more, trying to hid the best she could.

"It's not like its anything I haven't seen before woman." He said, "though, very nice to look at." Her face went even darker shades of red. He stoped where her phone was on the table. She could see curiosity in his eyes as he reached and poked at the screen. Once more it lite up, and for a moment she thought she saw his eyes widened in supirse. He leaned down, looking closer at the picture.

"That's you?" He asked, looking from the phone to (y/n).

"Yes, Lord Sukuna." She quickly said. Trying not to make eyes contact with the man. He hummed and picked her phone up, inspecting it more. "What... is this?" He asked, another hand coming up, pinching his chin between his thumb and index finger.

"Its..It's... a phone, my Lord."

"A.. phone?"

"Yes."

"What's its use, and what's this sound coming from it."

She gulped, she didn't want to speak anymore, but also didn't want to anger him. She quite liked where her head was, and wanted to keep it that way.

"It can be used for communication, and the sound is music." She answered, she fought hard to keep her voice from shaking. "This is music? I've never heard music like this before." He looked from the phone to her. "Where did you say you were from again?"

"I'm from (f/c)." He began to walk around the bath, his gaze flicked from her phone to her. "I've never heard of it. Have you fallen on your head human?" He gave her a belittling look. Her fear flicked to anger, she didn't know what came over her. She quickly stood and grabbed her phone from his hand.

"NO! This morning I woke up in the year 2022, where we have phones, cars, running water and electricity! I was just walking into work thinking about my next collage exam and how screwed I was because I didn't study and BAM I'm here, getting beat up, stuck In God knows where in God knows when with no idea how to get home and I habe to deal with an insufferable prick like you...!" She stopped, and suddenly dropped back into the water, once more covering herself.

Her blood ran cold as she peaked up, preparing to see a seething look, preparing to be killed at any second. So she was taken aback when instead an amused look was on his face, a smirk occupied his lips.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Sukuna." Her breath was shaky as she spoke. He reached toward her and she closed her eyes, gulping.

"A very fierce and foolish woman." He said.

She felt a calased hand on her arm where he had cut her. There was a comforting warmth to his rough touch, then it was gone. She peaked open her eyes to look where his hand once was, the gash was completely gone. It was her turn now to have an awestruck face, confused as to how. She reached her hand up and slid her fingers over the skin, it really was gone.

"Whoa." She said her thought aloud.

"You're an interesting mortal to say the least." He let out a chuckle.

Before more could be said, Urume entered again with towels and her night clothes. "My lord, I did not know you were here." They bowed to him. Sukuna gave her one last look before walked past the monk. "Urume, see to it she's fed as well. Shes far to skinny to eat." He shot her a smug smile before leaving the room.

(Y/n) looked from the door to Urume. "Didn't he try to kill me a few hours ago? Does he, have a twin brother or something?"

Urume let out a soft laugh. "No he does not. He has his moments."

"Oh... is he really going to eat me?" She asked in a shaky voice. Urume let out a soft laugh.

"No, he is not, it's his way at humor. Now turn so I may wash your back." (Y/n) did as was told, as she did so she reached for her phone and opened the camera app.

"Hey, Urume?" She heard the monk hum out for an answer. "Look up." They did so and were shocked when they saw their own self on her phone, wonder and a hit of fear crossed their face as you brought up fingers to make a peace sign and snapped the photo.

"What did you do?" They asked slightly alarmed. "I won't become trapped in the box will I?" They asked. (Y/n) laughed. "No silly, I took a picture with you and I together, see," She showed them, "call it our, first evening as work partners together." She smiled. Urume returned her smile.

"The lord is right," they said, "you are an interesting one." There was a moment of silence until they asked, "Say, can you tell me more about where you came from."

#jjk fanfic #fanficion #jujutsu kaisen sakuna #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen

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