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jar0fhoney · 5 months ago

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PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 (NSFW) / PART 4 /

PART FIVE (NSFW) - PART 6 - PART 7 (NSFW) - PART 8 (NSFW)

Warning: Mentions of Pregnancy and virginity. piv.

You started Sunday the same way you always did. Wake up before dawn, start breakfast for you and Ma, stare out the window and think about the list of chores you could never keep up with.

“It’s a beautiful morning!” Your mother shuffled past your open door towards the kitchen, “Are you sure I can’t just handle all the work in the field today? Won’t you want to relax before your friend arrives?”

“Mother, please do not blow this out of proportion.” You scolded her light-heartedly, “I’m just going to do my work as usual, and when he stops by I’ll take a break-”

“My baby is getting courted by a big strong orc~” She sang out to you. You followed her to the kitchen. “How did you know he’s courting me?”

“So he is courting you.” She swayed back and forth in front of the hearth, throwing bits of kindling onto the fire.

“Well- I-”

“Y/n, don’t you remember. When I told you about the family that lived in the neighboring plot. The wife told me so much about how strange orc courting was, especially with her being human, and-”

“You didn’t tell me it was a half-orc family…”

She turned to you with a devious smirk, “Wouldn’t you like to know about a half-orc family.” “MA!” You grabbed an apple from the table (a bright red one that matched the color of your face) and ran out the door. You weren’t really mad at her, but this entire situation was so out of your comfort zone. The only experience you ever really had with being pursued was desperately avoiding Milo for the past two years.

You glanced at the sundial in the garden. Three hours. You had three hours to try and get some work done in the field and shake off the nerves.

The tomatoes were a mess. No wonder, this was a corner of the field that had been sorely neglected this season. The sun was climbing higher, and the heat of its rays were beginning to lick the back of your neck. What time was it anyways?

“SO NICE TO MEET YOU- OH YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE!”

Your mothers voice was loud enough to carry all the way to your little corner in the tomato patch. You shot to your feet, craning your neck to see her enthusiastically fawning over a slightly nervous Khargaad. You could hear him nervously chuckling as the two exchanged words.

Well, might as well go save him. You looked down at your work clothes covered in grass stains and mud. Hair was sticking to the back of your sweaty neck. Gross. Probably didn’t smell pretty either.

Your mother caught you out of the corner of her eye and pointed excitedly, “THERE SHE IS!”

You cringed. Gods she was making all this fuss and you looked like you just crawled out of a ditch.

“Hello! I see you met Ma.” You were trying to casually wipe the mix of dirt and sweat from your face, wading over to them through the field. He felt his heart skip a bit when you got closer. You smelled so earthy. And the musk of your sweat was… it could drive him feral.

He started imagining all the ways he could steal you away and worship you. Fill you. Taste you.

“Um… Khargaad?”

He jolted out of his sinful haze, “I couldn’t show up empty handed.” He thrust a basket into your arms. It was laden with fancy imported fruits. “This- This is too much. This must have cost-”

“Hush now,” his voice was like warm honey, “I hunt big game, I can afford it.” He had a cocky little smirk on his face. You thanked him, motioning to follow you into the cottage.

He looked back at your mom one more time, “It was so nice to meet you, Ma’am.”

Your first lessons together went just as well as predicted. By the end he was properly frustrated, arms crossed and everything.

“The letters. It doesn’t make any sense. It’s all… mixed up.”

“Let’s just end it here for today.”

He was so cute like this. All flustered.

He stood up from his seat, being careful to crouch as he easily exceeded the height of the ceiling. “Alrighty, let’s get to work.” He crossed the room in one long stride, pulling his shirt over his head. He looked strong, but not in the way statues are with their lean bodies and taught chiseled muscles. He looked like a man who ate well and worked hard. Your eyes wandered to the slight love handles that peaked over the waistband of his trousers. Gods you were no better than a man, thinking about how bad you wanted to feel him in your hands.

He glanced behind his shoulder, “Where first?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Khargaad.”

“Do you think I’m going to just leave with all this work to be done?”

He followed you like an excited puppy to the tomato patch you had been working on. You had tried to tell him that he didn’t need to waste the rest of his day helping with this. But he knew he didn’t need to. He wanted to. And who was going to stop him? Certainly not you.

He started on one end, and you the other, working slowly until you met in the middle. By the end, your hands were red and scratched up from pulling the thistle weeds. Of course, Kharghaad’s were so calloused that it was like he had a pair of gloves on. He gave a little gasp when he saw your sore fingers. “Why didn’t you say anything…” He scooped your small hands into his, as delicate as you would pick up a fresh baby bird.

Every time he touched you it was like this great release. Your mother, as loving as she was, never quite developed a touchy-feely nature. You were so used to it fleeting as soon as it was there. Quick handshakes, brushing against someone in the market. You craved physical touch.

So when Khargaad didn’t let go of your hands. When he held them so carefully and tenderly. So deliberately. You found yourself trying to memorize every little second of the moment.

“I’ll have to buy you gloves.” He muttered, picking out the little needles with surprising dexterity. He took his canteen and went to rinse off the skin. “I can wash my own hands, Khargaad.” You chuckled.

“But I want to,” He blurted out with immediate embarrassment, “Sorry, I guess you could say it’s an orc thing? It’s sorta like… we’re very communal. There’s no reason to do much of anything alone, if you think about it…” He sort of trailed off like he was getting ahead of himself. He paused.

“I hope I'm not smothering you. Maybe humans aren’t like that-” He went to let go of your hands, and a part of you cried out inside. You were tired of trying to play this stoic lone wolf character. It wasn’t who you were. It’s not who any of us are. We all need each other.

“Please, don’t stop…” You whispered to him, thrusting your hands back into his. You uttered the magic words. The words he had been waiting for. He pulled you into his chest. It didn’t matter how gross, hot, and sweaty the two of you were. Or that your mother was most definitely watching joyfully from the kitchen window. Nothing mattered. “Can we go somewhere?” His voice was muffled as he whispered into the top of your head. He was taking long deep sighs, taking in your scent.

“Please…” The need in your voice was palpable. He didn’t waste another moment, leading you to the forest behind your property. “Khargaad… the road is that way.” You motioned behind yourself. “I know a quicker way.” He glanced back at you with that sweet little smirk on his face.

Once past the treeline, the soft light of dusk struggled to breach the overhead foliage. You walked together for some time, before the sound of running water bubbled ahead. He had led you to a little clearing, where in the middle stood a circular style tent. A creek babbled away off to the side. The moon was full and provided plenty of light for you to take it all in. “Do you live here?”

He nodded, looking down at you expectantly for approval. You grinned, “It’s lovely.”

He snaked a strong arm around your waste, pulling you in. His other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting your face up to his. For a moment he hovered over you, as if waiting for your permission. You reached up to cup his face, thumbing over one of the tusks jutting out of his mouth.

His lips met yours. It started slow, like sipping on a glass of fine wine. Then it was hungry. Like you had both been starved. You were getting drunk off of the needy little grunts he was making, pulling you in flush with his body. You could feel him through his trousers, and it startled you out of your stupor a bit. You hadn’t been with anyone before, and it was bound to happen sooner or later, but this was a bit more than you ever imagined.

It was almost like he sensed your tension, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Let’s get clean.” He had brought his thumb up to caress over your cheek, planting a small peck before jogging to his tent. Watching him disappear under the flap, your mind raced. What if you weren’t ready? What if he’s not patient?

He bounded out towards the stream, beckoning you over. He started to frown as you got closer, like he could smell the apprehension coming off of you, “Do you need to go slower? Do you want to go home? Nothing has to happen. Nothing at all. You are in charge.”

He started unlacing the ties of his trousers. You instinctually looked away, giving him privacy he clearly didn’t need. With the sound of water sloshing you looked back at him submerged up to his sternum. You approached the water’s edge, looking down into the little bubbles churning in the current. “Hey… what’s wrong?” He waded over to the edge, leaning onto the grassy bank. There wasn’t any aire of seduction in his voice, just one of genuine tenderness.

You sucked it up and opened your mouth, “I’ve never done this before…”

“With an orc?”

“No like… I’ve never done this before… ever.” You winced as the words came out. You were a grown adult, this conversation shouldn’t feel embarrassing. But it did nonetheless.

“And so you don’t want to do this?” He didn’t seem fazed at all by the information. “No!” You yelped out a little too enthusiastically, “No- I mean, yes. Yes I do want to. I want you.”

You started to pull at the ties of your shirt, face so flushed it was probably glowing red. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You ripped the shirt off your head like pulling off a bandaid, exposing your chest to the warm summer air. You went to fiddle with the strings of your work pants. He still didn’t look away, and you didn’t ask him to.

And there you were, clothed only in moonlight. Khargaad thought, maybe the moon had come out just for you tonight, to see your beauty for itself.

You stepped down into the water. “Are you sure you’re human? Not a beautiful fairy playing tricks on me?” Khargaad was completely entranced by you, eyes roaming over the curve of your shoulders to the curves of your breasts.

You felt some of the tension ease, snorting at him “I don’t think a fairy would smell this bad.” He gasped a bit as if he had just remembered, grabbing a bar of soap he had retrieved from the tent. “May I?” He asked, lathering up the bar in his hands.

You nodded, letting him wade closer to you. You felt the palms of his massive hands begin to work themselves into your hair, massaging his fingers into your scalp. “Oh-” You exclaimed a rather embarrassing moan, but it felt so good. He finished and went to clean his own hair. “Hey, it’s my turn now!” You scolded him. He was more than happy to let you clean him. As he said previously, it’s a part of orc culture to do things with other people. That includes bathing.

And oh how he loved to see you doing orc things. Like wearing that yellow dress dyed with orc spices, and making those pickled eggs for him. It made him think about how great it would be to bring you home with him, to meet all of his family. For you to find a place in his tribe. He missed home a lot, and now you were a part of that picture. You finished running your fingers through the curls of his clean hair.

He heard the sloshing of water, turning around to see you drying yourself off. He joined you. You cast a quick glimpse below his waist, blushing furiously at his partially hard cock.

You walked together to the flap of the tent. The inside surprised you. It was so… cozy. “Ah-” He had leaned down to nuzzle into your neck, you loved the feeling of his tusks against your skin. He pulled you to what could best be described as a nest. A nest of pillows and blankets. He very carefully leaned you onto your back, “Is this okay?”

You giggled at him, “Yes Khargaad. I will tell you if I need to stop, okay?”

“Promise?” He leaned back on his knees, his olive green skin looking lovely in the warm glow of the lantern lighting the tent. His member was on full display, completely unashamed. The way it twitched in anticipation made your stomach flutter. “Yes.”

He lied down next to you, peppering little kisses in the crook of your neck. His hands began to roam your body, starting with your shoulders and slowly moving down to your tits. His calloused palm grazed over the sensitive peaks, causing you to let out a breathy sigh. He took your left breast into his hand, thumbing over your hardened nipple. He palmed your chest for a few moments more, like he was savoring each and every new part of you he explored. You felt his cock hard against your leg. You shifted your thigh, giving him just the lightest sensation of friction. The groan he mumbled into your skin made you feel hot between your legs. You clenched your thighs together, trying to get some relief.

His hand traveled down to your stomach, caressing the curves and grabbing a soft handful of skin. “Good…” He whispered. You shivered as his hand glided over your hips, so close to your entrance. He reached for the inside of your thigh, pulling it over into his cock. He let out another breathy sigh that left you completely slick with desire. His hand hovered over the mess of hair covering your mound. You opened your legs, giving him permission.

He started by slowly palming you, just beginning to give you the attention your pussy was desperate for. You felt a finger slip past your folds, getting drenched in the slickness. Khargaad shifted you up a bit so he could have better access to your chest. He dipped down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucked playfully. “Oh f-fuck-” You were stuttering at the pleasure of it all. He grinned into your chest, “Keep making those noises sweetheart.” The pet name made your heart flutter.

He kept gently probing a finger up and down your slit, until he dipped one down just at the beginning of your entrance. His fingers were bigger than your own, but this wasn't so much of a stretch. He slowly sheathed the finger in you, “Tight.” He grunted. He made a come hither motion into that sensitive spot of your inner walls. You yelped out a completely sinful moan as he prodded you a few more times. His finger exited your hole, pulling the wetness of your cunt onto your swollen and sensitive clit.

“Khargaad-” Your hips bucked up into him as he swirled long languid circles around that little bundle of nerves. He pulled off, and sat back on his knees, “Can I taste you?”

It was the way he asked more than anything. Like he was close to begging for it. You nodded, spreading your legs for him. He settled down in front of you, using both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart. You felt the tip of his fat tongue probe your needy pussy. He reached up to play with your nipples, while he moved up to your throbbing clit. He started with light kitten-licks, making you whine and buck up into his mouth. That wonderful tongue of his made swirls and then quick flickering motions over the sensitive spot. At this point you were almost completely lost in pleasure, and reached down to thread your fingers through his soft brown curls.

You were already sensitive when he started, so you were very close to finishing. You actually yelled when he inserted a finger into you. Prodding that sensitive spot while attacking your sensitive clit; it was making the most obscene wet noises. “Close.” That was all you could manage as he devoured you. There it was, feeling crushed over you like a ton of bricks. You coated this hand, legs spasming. He dipped down to lap up the remnants of your release. Your taste, your smell, the feeling of his hair clenched in your fist. He was addicted.

He leaned back, taking in his work. You had a hand on your forehead and a hand on your chest, calming down from what you just experienced. You glanced down at him, both hands on his thighs. His cock was completely erect, tip glistening with pre-cum. It was so heavy it bowed down under its own weight. “Y/n…” He was trying to figure out what to say next. His cock needed to be buried in your pretty little cunt. He needed to bottom out into you. He wanted to hear the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your skin with every thrust. But he couldn’t say that, though. He didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready.

So when you propped yourself up on your elbows, legs spread for him, he almost felt like crying. His human mate was so strong. So ready for him.

He crawled over you, pinning your legs over his shoulders. He took the base of his cock into his fist, guiding it slowly over your folds. You were so warm for him. He pushed his pulsating tip past your lips, wincing from the sensitivity. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but you were completely entranced watching his cock slide into you. His tip found your hole, sliding in but not going any further. He was absolutely strangeling the pillow he was resting his hand on, trying to maintain control. Khargaad was watching you, every little subtle expression. He kept sinking himself into you, stopping when you made the first wince of pain. He was big, and you were so tight.

“Y/n?” You looked up at him through those pretty lashes. He nearly lost it all right there, just from the eye-contact. You got off of your elbows, leaning down completely. You gave a little nod, still making direct eye contact. Slowly and gently, he worked his way in until his hips were flush with yours. He leaned back, still buried in you, letting you adjust to the stretch.

He wouldn’t last long at all, seeing you like this. Your little face with knotted brows, arms thrown overhead. Khargaad brought his hand to your stomach, rubbing little circles into the soft skin with his thumb. You were perfect. Perfect to take his seed. Perfect for growing a little half-orc.

He wouldn’t yet, of course. Not until you were ready. For you, he would wait as long as needed. But his strange orc hormones and instincts craved it beyond explanation.

He began rocking out and back into you, keeping a slow languid pace. You reached out for him, and in an instant his head was nuzzled in your neck again. His pace started to ramp up a bit, earning little mewls from your lips. Oh he definitely wouldn't last much longer. “W-where…” His breath hitched in your ear. “Huh?” You were too flustered to try to understand what he was asking.

“Going to-” He was hissing and groaning, barely able to work out a sentence, “On your body- ah- or o-on the bed?” His motions were getting jerky. “Fuck- sorry- oh fuck.”

He pulled out just barely in time to empty himself onto your stomach. He fucked his rough fist through the climax, sighing at the sight of his seed coating your tummy. It felt a lot warmer than you expected, and much more… volume. He finally let go of his cock, reaching for a linen cloth and dunking it in a bowl of water he had set nearby. “I made a mess…”

He sounded so guilty, and you giggled at him teasingly. One of his hands cupped your face, while the other softly wiped the length of your cunt, messy from your own slickness. He wiped the cum that was coated across your stomach, being careful not to spill any on the bed.

“You did so good.” He started cooing sweet nothings to you while running his thumbs across your cheekbone, “Wore me out…” He chuckled, throwing the rag across the room. He yawned and stretched his arms above him.

“Do you want me to go home now?” You were all too familiar with the stories women told about men finishing and ordering them to leave. You didn’t quite have the confidence yet, to advocate for yourself. To tell him you wanted to spend the night wrapped up in his arms.

For Khargaad, this question felt like an arrow to the heart. Had he not done enough? To make it clear how badly he needed you with him? He laid down next to you, pulling you close, “I would kill the person who would try to take you from me right now.”

Here is Part 5 for you lovelies <3 <3 <3 btw Khargaad is living in a yurt, that's what I was trying to describe lol.

I attached a playlist I put together. These are the songs I've been listening to while writing this, if anyone wants to hear the vibes :3

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satorusugurugurl · 7 months ago

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Inhaled everything on ur masterlist in 1 night, my boss asked me why i looked like i got no sleep 😅. (it was WELL worth it) 😴 MAY I PLEASE REQUEST a Suguru Geto X chubby reader i am so normal for geto and ur fics plsplsplspls

You're writing is FANTASTIC it makes me feel all fuzzy jdjfjfjdkf

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Berries and Chocolate!

Summary: Suguru loves summertime because his beloved chubby girlfriend wear a shorts!!

Characters: Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,163

Warnings: smut, making out, body worship, a little food play if you squint!

A/N: As a chubby girl myself I loved writing this! Sure fun sexy and sweet (edit: it would help if I posted the story!! Lolol I'm sleep deprived!!)

Geto Suguru loved summertime. He got to take trips to the beach with you and the girls, and work was less busy, and you wore shorts. Let’s rewind a bit. You rarely wore shorts, tank tops, or dresses, all because you were insecure about your body. You had a big butt, thick thighs, and a tummy that Suguru loved. He thought every inch of you was perfect. However, we’re still insecure despite that.

Suguru would always try to hype you up, telling you how beautiful you were and buying you dresses he thought would look amazing on you, but you never would cave. From fall to early spring, it was always tights and sweaters. Which you looked amazing in! You looked beautiful in a hoodie and a tank top. But your boyfriend would be lying if he said he didn’t love it when you were short and spaghetti straps.

There was something about seeing your plump skin, how your thighs rubbed together, how he could see your breasts spilling over your bra. Your tummy, your thick thighs were. Everything about you was perfection to him. Despite him telling you that on multiple occasions, you still got shy, insisting to leave your shirt on when you had sex. Of course, your boyfriend wanted to see every inch of you, but he wouldn’t push you if you weren’t comfortable doing it.

However, your insecurities melted away when the days got longer and hotter, and the sun would blaze down on you. Because in the summer heat, you wore the least clothes you could. Making your boyfriend go feral, seeing your plump, perfect body. Seeing you hardly usually played the same way it always did. You were thrown over his shoulder and getting fucked within an inch of your life. Even though you both ended up a sweaty mess afterward.

Today was the hottest day of the year thus far. It was hot and humid, making the temperature rise. Thank God he always carried an extra hair tie because sweat was running down the nape of Suguru’s neck, making him groan. The heat was almost unbearable, but the prospect of getting inside the cool apartment had his feet moving faster across the hot pavement, longing to get inside and cool off, climb the stairs, hurry towards your shared apartment, eager to see you and chug down an ice cold glass of water.

“I’m home,” he announced as he kicked his shoes off, dropping his jacket to the floor before locking the door. We need an answer into the cool apartment, looking around. “Princess?”

“In the kitchen!” Chances were, if you were in the kitchen making dinner, there was a 50-50 chance you were using the stove or oven. If either of those were involved, he knew the apartment would increase in heat. After a long day of being out in the sun, he had had enough to last the whole week.

“Hey.” Rubbing his hand at the back of his neck, he said, “Maybe we could buy something for dinner?”

He found it as chili as the rest of the apartment. “Oh, I’m not making dinner!” His eyes followed the sound of your voice, and holy fuck; you were hot.

You were standing at the kitchen island in Black booty shorts that rode up, showing the curves of your plump ass. The band of your shorts dug into your hips, making some of your spill over the edge. You were topless, literally topless, with no shirt, no bra, just a white apron hooked over your neck and tied around your waist. Seeing your bareback on full display, Suguru’s jaw was on the floor.

“I’m making some chocolate-covered strawberries.” Your thighs jiggle as you reach over the counter, grabbing a ripe red berry from a bowl. “It’s going to be a nice cold treat for later.” When there’s no response from your loving boyfriend, you turn slightly to look up at him, showing off the side of your bare breast. “Sugu?”

Before you can even register what’s going on, Suguru has you pressed against the counter, making you gasp out, as his hands quickly work to untie the apron from around your waist. His hands grip your plump hips, gripping them and massaging them eagerly, pressing his fingers into you. His lips press against your neck, nipping and licking at your skin as his hands ever so slowly trail up and over your stomach. Gently, fingers brush over the stretch marks that line your tummy before trailing up higher and higher until his hands grope your entire breasts.

The feeling of his lips against your neck, his hands groping your breasts, and the feeling of him rocking his hard erection of your ass makes you dizzy. Your fingers, speckled with chocolate, grip the edge of the counter, holding it tight for support as Suguru rolls his hips roughly against yours, his cock throbbing inside his pants. His eagerness makes your mouth go dry as you tilt your head back, giving him more room to lick and nip at your sensitive skin.

”So fucking beautiful.” Suguru grunts against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in his messy kisses. “Princess, you’re so fucking breathtaking.”

The desperate tone in his voice leaves no doubt in your mind that he speaks the truth, from the hoarseness behind his words to the desperation in his touch. Your raven-haired boyfriend was enthralled by you, leaving you a messy bundle of limbs. Whenever he got feral like this, your mind would go blank, jaw slack as you averted from his peering eyes. Every time he would look at you, there was a raw desire that always had you squirming eagerly against him because you wanted him just as bad.

“S-Suguru—“A wanton moan passes through your lips as he twists and pulls at your sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger. “W-What’s gotten into you, baby?”

The twisting assault on your sensitive buds comes to a stop as Suguru somehow manages to pull his mouth away from your neck. “What’s gotten into me?” His warm, calloused hands leave your breasts, tugging the apron off completely before turning you around to face him. “You.” His hands are on your hips again, lifting you onto the kitchen island and sitting you on the cool marble counter.

Like clockwork, your hands reach down to cover your plush tummy from his view. His hands gently wrap around your wrists, pulling your hands away, allowing him to take you in. Your tummy rolls slightly as you sit up straight, and the stretch marks that line your stomach and thighs also line the sides of your perfect breasts. His hands grope the soft flesh of your tits, squeezing them and massaging them gently and trying to put his appreciation of your body into every gentle squeeze and caress of his touch.

He was obsessed with you and your body. There was no doubt or question about that. When Suguru touched you, you could feel how much he adored you. The erection in his pants told you how much he wanted you just the way that you were. Where you saw insecurity, he saw perfection.

“Me?” You gasp out as he slides your panties and shorts to the side, revealing your wet, dripping cunt.

“Yes,” he snarls loudly against your ear as the handrails back up to your breasts, squeezing them together. “You all of you, you’re perfect.” Heaps his tongue over both your nipples before sucking on both of them. “Mmm~”

The feeling of his warm, wet mouth and circling your sensitive buds has your back arching up against him: your plump stomach, his muscular chest. For a second, you almost pull away. Thinking that you won’t wear, they did such an exquisite specimen as himself with your body. When Suguru feels the slight shift of your weight, when you’re about to move away from him and his mouth, he releases one of his hands, wrapping around your body, pulling you flush against his chest, grinding his hard cock over your exposed pussy.

He watches slick coats his pants in his string of arousal. The sight of your wetness coating his still-covered erection sends shivers down his spine. He loves watching the way your thighs jiggle with each thrust against your clothed core. But he loves the sharp moans and inhales of breath that escapes your chest as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to your incredibly sexy body.

With a sharp pop, Suguru pulls himself off your breasts. “I love you, my beautiful Princess,” Suguru whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I-I love you too.” The words come out in a breathless, singsong voice.

“God, I want you so bad.”

“Oh—“ Suguru watches your smaller hands work to unlatch his belt and unzip the zipper, “you can have me~ all of me~”

Suguru excitedly pulled his cock out, eager to please his Princess. With a smug grin, he grabbed her thighs before sliding your hips to the edge and grinding up against you. "God, you're so fucking soft~ Fuckin' love you~let me worship your body."

“I love you too~” you purred like a cat in heat. “Fuck~ yes, you can worship me.” Gentle hands grip your boyfriends shoulders. “You always make sure to do it~.”

He chuckled, nodding as he kissed down your neck before up to your mouth, pressing chaste, eager kisses against your lips. "Oh, I plan on it, princess~” Sliding a hand down, Suguru guides his cock slowly into your pussy. Hissing at the wetness that coats his tip, he pushes himself inside the tight muscles that pull him further inside.

“Oooh, good God.” Your back arched, pressing against his chest. You whimpered as the smell of fresh berries and chocolate flooded your senses. Suguru pushed into you, grabbing the counter and shifting the bowls. “Suguru~”

Suguru moved one of his hands to grip your back, forcing you to arch into him, and he thrust upwards, burying his cock deep into you. "I'll worship you every day, princess~"

“Oh, holy fuck!” You squeaked out as your eyes rolled back. The pleasure that rocked through you made stars twinkle behind your eyes. “Ooooh, my fuckin’ god.”

Your sweet, loving boyfriend laughed against you, kissing and biting at the soft skin around her shoulder and neck. "Oh, you're fucking delicious, baby~" his arm tightened around you while his other hand groped your hip, massaging you as he snapped his hips forward.

“Suguru~” A warm, rich laugh escaped you as you glanced down at him, the rays of the afternoon sun reflecting off your hair. Reaching into the bowl next to you, scooped up some white chocolate before smearing it all over Suguru’s lips. “Oooh~ I can’t wait to taste you~”

The feeling of you smearing chocolate against his lips made him growl, your beauty, and the dirty innuendos coming from your lips. He bucked up into you like a madman, desperate to make you cum, desperate to fill you up with his cum. "Fuck—fuck—Ahn!!" He growled, his cock throbbing inside you as he slammed his chocolate-covered lips against yours in a bone-chilling kiss.

Screams of pleasure flooded Suguru’s mouth as you cried out. Your toes curled as the taste of your boyfriend and chocolate washed over your tastebuds and lingered with the faint traces of strawberries. The intensity of the kiss, the feeling of his cock slamming into your g-spot and cervix, has you squirting as you came. You dug your fingers in his hair as your body arched against Suguru’s. Fuck, fuck he felt so good. It was intoxicating, so much so that you rolled your hips, eager to feel him cum inside you.

Luckily, you didn’t need to ask or beg for him to do so. Watching you come undone, feeling your plump legs, stomach, and breast jiggle, and the aftershocks of your orgasm. It was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Suguru let out a roar of a moan against your mouth; your pussy tightening around him was just too much. He cummed inside, his hand tightening around her hip as he emptied his balls inside of you.

Sitting there in post-orgasmic bliss, you hummed in pleasure, your chocolate-covered finger running down his biceps. “Fuck~ Suguru~.” Your kiss-swollen lips pressed against his cheek as he recovered his senses.

"You have such an amazing body, Princess.” Suguri practically purred, kissing your neck and shoulder with a slight grumble. “God, you're fucking beautiful ~ I love every inch of you.” He threw you over his shoulder, grabbing the bowl of strawberries before stacking the chocolate on top. “Say it’s laundry day, right?”

“Ahh!” you giggled, looking over your shoulder at him. “Yeah! I just haven't changed the sheets yet.”

“Good, because we're about to make them dirty.” what could Suguru say? Your plump, beautiful body always had him ready to go!

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mischiefmaker615 · 1 year ago

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Feral

Summary: Tapped, Caged and Frozen.

Rating: R *Dark*

Note: Be gentle loves, i believe this is my first one shot with Frost Giant Loki technically Lol one Frost Giant one shot, coming up @buttercupcookies-blog

"oh don't get your nickers in a twist he's right over oh-!"

''Ow!'' you yelp after feeling a sharp pain hit your ankle, throwing your balance off to where you needed to extend a hand against the wall. Wincing, you look down to see a small piece of glass in your skin and not to far away, a broken phone. Yet what was more shocking was that the now broken phone lay just between Loki's feet.

''oh dear how clumsy of me and now look at where it's gotten me'' Loki sighed, scolding himself as he stepped over the mess and came over to you, his height reminding you just how small you were compared to a Frost Giant.

There was no fear, Loki had redeemed himself and his people long ago by helping Thor with various threats now and again to earth, so him towering above you now didn't send you any red flag feelings at all as you shyly tilted your head up to find him hunched a little to try to get a better look- I which you shifted away.

''it's fine- I know it was an accident. I'll just find a way to go clean-''

''none sense darling, it's the least I could do for harming such a.. fine mortal such as yourself''

The last statement had his eyes slipping past your shoulders a few times, making your cheeks redden as you glance back at your table where your friends were. Wasted and not even wondering where you were. He was a king after all, would it be rude to refuse? His charming smile had you practically woozy.. or was that just your buzz and blood loss talking.. but still, you couldn't help but hesitate.

''well.. I have a first aid kit in my car-''

''that would be perfect darling, allow me to escort you so you don't accidently lose your balance. A leg is a terrible limb to injure ad I feel bad enough already.'' Loki reasoned and took your hand without a word from you.

Just going with it and not seeing the real harm, you let him lead you to the back of the restaurant and out the back exit, taking note that his skin was colder than the night air. Your shiver didn't go unnoticed by Loki, who took his time walking since you were injured and his large stride was enough to equal practically three of your steps.

''my apologies love, I'm afraid getting closer would do you no good with your dropped temperature.'' He lightly joked as he slowed even more so you could lead to where your car was.

''you apologize a lot'' you couldn't help but tease, not sure if it was the right thing to say or not to a royal but his chuckle made you feel like it was alright.

''if I didn't for when I've done wrong, what kind of a king would I be.'' He smiled before you got to your car.

You've always loved larger vehicles and with your hurt leg, it made you regret packing far from the beginning. You even refused when he offered to carry you but you knew your heart's pounding would give you away about finding him attractive. Better to limp then to be embarrassed.

''thank you for your help but I should have this from here.'' You said gratefully as you opened the trunk and pulled out a small first aid kit from the side.

''don't be silly darling, I've started this so let me at least help finish it.'' he smiled and you jumped a little to feel his hands on your hips, taking note of the size before he carefully turned you around to face him and lifted you up to sit you down in the trunk.

The action alone made you blush and your hands gripped the edge to try to get yourself out and of course your words stuttered by his touch. ''its probably just a scratch Loki, I'll be-''

''a scratch normally doesn't cause one to limp darling, at least let me see it.'' he shushed and kneeled down with your ankle in his hand.

Holding back a wince, he looked over the shard of glass and hummed in thought. ''..this might make you uncomfortable darling but my finger tips seem to be a bit to big to get the piece of glass and I don't wish to risk you hurting yourself further so I need you to trust me.''

As if he'd knew you were going to question him first, he then bent his head down to your ankle, making your eyes widen and your cheeks began adopting their knew color of embarrassment as you watched him.

''what are you- ah!'' you yelped, your lips parted in silence a moment after as he raised his head with the glass between his teeth and a sly grin on his lips.

''not to worry darling, It was merely..'' his words slowed as his smile faltered to an unreadable expression and the glass falling to the floor.

Thinking maybe something was medically wrong or something, you glance down at your leg that was bleeding a little with the glass out now but nothing you could see to cause such a concerned reaction as you looked at Loki. ''what is it?'' you asked carefully.

His eyes slowly moved down to your bleeding leg, his eyes having darkened to a burgundy rather than a crimson. A shiver ran down your spine as you saw him inhaling deeply, almost like a wolf tracking a scent before a gasp left your lips when you felt his tongue run flat against your cut.

''gods I was unaware a Midgardian could taste this divine..'' he breathed, his voice almost representing a possessive growl as he placed his lips on your wound and sucked, his hand anchoring your ankle in his grip as your own tightened on the ledge of the vehicle.

''L-Loki stop- that's enough-'' you stuttered, trying to wrap your head over how this entire scene changed from help to get help! Were Frost Giants some sort of.. vampires? But you felt no teeth on you, just merely his tongue lapping at your wound and his lips occasionally sucking. Your heart pounded as you tried resisting his grip but he was far stronger than you.

Just as you opened your mouth to shout, he finally released your leg from his mouth and stood, his hands resting on either side of you to cage you in before you could even think about hopping out from the back. ''you drive me feral Y/N.. I must taste all of you..'' he practically moaned as his hands gripped your hips, his movements careful not to crush you from your mere size as you were but practically a doll to him.

Your eyes were wide and your mind raced to keep up with your heart, knowing what his intentions were and you checked your options. His knee rested just between your hanging legs from the ledge of the car, not allowing you to kick. His arms on your hips, leaving no room to use your arms to bring yourself out and any physical strength you could muster would be practically ineffective to his size and strength anyway.

Trapped. Caged. Frozen.

As he leaned forward, his eyes dragging over your chest and down to the middle of your thighs, your cheeks heated up and fear met your stomach as you leaned back away from him, only to encourage his advance as he climbed in as you tried crawling back away from him.

Trapped.

His Frost Giant size made him barely able to fit the back of the car, even it being a large vehicle but somehow the trunk door closed. His back was pressed up against the ceiling and his head bent low so his horns pressed up against the back of the back seats. All the while you lay caged underneath him with his knees on either side of you and his hands resting on each side of your head. His breathing was deep, as if he was using everything In his being to hold himself and you shook where you lay.

''p-please don't do this- you're a royal.. you can have anyone you want-''

''then I shall have you'' he smirked, his eyes blown with lust as if you had just given him permission and he bowed his head to begin sucking and licking at your neck.

Your hands rested on each of his shoulders, pushing him but to no success. His helmet gently yet firmly pressed against the side of your head as you looked away from him, only resulting in giving him permanent access to attacking your neck.

Caged.

You felt on of his hands running down your side and down your thigh, firmly grasping it and despite your resistance, pulled it around his leg so he had a knee between your own, taking away your ability to close your legs.

His lips moved across your jawbone and nibbled your earlobe, making your nails dig more into his exposed shoulders where his smirk showed he noticed your ticklish spot. you whimpered, pushing him away and pushed at his chest but as his lips traveled below your ear and licked at your neck, the more you realized how the rest of your body was reacting.

Your legs shook as you got light goosebumps over your arms while your shivers traveled more up your body and it wasn't necessarily because of his different body temperature. To your horror, you felt yourself beginning to get aroused and your eyes widened.

Frozen.

His hand gripped your thigh, rubbing it up and down and dipped down now and again to squeeze your ass before you felt it travel to your waist and his fingers curled to grip the edge of your jeans.

''w-wait-''

RIP

He yanked once and your jeans ripped apart, exposing your intimate parts only covered by your black panties. He shifted so he was looming above you again, his eyes traveling down to examine his new findings and smirked, almost seeing a hungry in his eyes as he gripped your hips and pushed you up more so you were closer to the back of the seats for his height to be accommodated but he was still in a hunched position.

You prayed the signs would show that this had to stop, or at least someone would return to their car and perhaps notice the scene but the growing fog in your windows would make it impossible for someone to notice inside. A frost giant with their height alone in the back of the car would have no way to dip their head comfortably and reach your inner most area, even with the top of your head at the back of the back seats.

That wouldn't stop Loki.

Your eyes widened once more as the snap brought you out of your desperate thoughts and noticed he had removed your panties and looked hungrier than ever with lust. His eyes raised to lock with yours, a mischievous and almost a cruel look formed on his lips before you suddenly felt gentle yet firm pressure against your lips.

Fear filling your chest, your hand flew up to investigate but found no object at your mouth but you found yourself unable to open your mouth. Only muffles could be heard as you tried yelling out but your lips would not open. Just before you could panic more with being invisibly gagged, Loki slid a hand behind you to rest behind your back before you were suddenly pressed against his chest.

Without missing a beat, you two were suddenly flipped and Loki now lay comfortably on his back, being able to accommodate his full height and you now on top of him. finding the opportunity to try to dive over the seats, his grip on your hips tightened as your knees rested practically against his chest. Youd practically have to do the slits if you could even dream straddling a frost giant.

''ah ah ah darling, I have other plans for you'' he teased and suddenly you were shoved forward, his hands gripping your hips before you knees landed beside each side of his head, cunt meeting his awaiting tongue as he wasted no time to lap and dive his tongue into you.

A whimper followed be a held back moan hummed on your lips, your heart rate picking up at your panicked feeling of such an intimate position where you tried gripping the seats to try to get away but Loki planted his hands firmly on your hips, grounding you and you could practically feel him smirk against your cunt.

He merely shook his head at your attempt to get away, resulting in rubbing the tip of his nose against your clit while he ran his tongue up and down against your cunt, making you shiver as your arousal picked up.

You hated him, you wanted to hate this, but he was making it very difficult in trying to make this not enjoyable. Your nails dug into the seats as your chest pressed against the back of them. Loki's grip lightened a little on your hips as your resistance to get up faltered and he began rocking you back and forth against his mouth and nose.

Your eyes raised, your head falling back as a hand fell to grip one of his horns and your shivers began to grow as well as your orgasm. The feeling in the pit of your stomach grew intense and your vision danced, cunt clenching around nothing as he tongue fucked you. Your grip tightened, your breathing picked up and your eyes fluttered.

All thoughts were gone, all concerns were gone. All your body wanted now was release. Loki knew you were drawing close as he moaned against your pussy, sending vibrations against you which made you return to now welcomed moans that were able to leave your lips. Your breath hitched and your back arched. Loki's grip tightened and slapped your ass, making you yelp with snapped pleasure before his tongue flicked and quickened.

All was enough and you fell from that glorious edge and climaxed. You moaned, practically screaming his name if it wasn't muffled but his magic and your body shuddered, cumming in waves as he moaned against you, lapping every drop graciously as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.

Loki's movements didn't slow down until your body began slowing down and you panted with your vision beginning to return. With a smirk, he suddenly sat up, your body sliding down him to lay on your back between his legs practically, his obvious erection against your back as he hunched forward to look down at you. His hands held your hips and your lips parted finally so you took proper breaths, your eyes looking up at him glassy while he smirked down at you.

Proud and hungry.

Raising up two of his digits, long and large, mischief danced in his eyes as they dragged down to your cunt.

''alright darling, I'd say you are practically prepared for your.. fitting.''

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bitethedevil · 6 months ago

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Taming the Wolf (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 1

Tags and Warnings for this fic: Plus-Size!Tav, Druid!Tav, Tiefling!Tav, Dark!Raphael, Breeding Kink, Mind-control, Non-Con and Dub-Con Elements, Sex Pollen, Master/Pet Dynamic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

A link to read this fic on AO3 (kudos or comments make the author very happy <3)

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Fic Summary: Tav tried to avoid fulfilling her contract to Raphael by leaving the Crown of Karsus on the bottom of the Chionthar, leaving her contract unfulfilled by a technicality. Although, no situation is so bad that the new Archdevil of the First can't find a way to profit off it. All the other archdevils of the Hells have their own lineages of tieflings on the Material Plane and Raphael is not going to feel left out...

AN: I'm working on learning how to write smut, so I made this. That's essentially what this fic is: depraved smut. I also noticed that there aren't a lot of plus-sized Tav fics when it comes to Raphael (please recommend them to me if you have found any), so Raph is into bigger girls in this one. There is no smut in this first chapter since I am setting the scene first, but remember to mind the tags in future chapters. There might be additions to them as we go along with this fic.

Tav was padding through the forest, sniffing the ground in her wolf form. She had gotten the scent of a rabbit. She was following its trail with her nose, and the scent was getting stronger. She was getting close. Her mouth started watering.

She slowed her pace and lowered her body closer to the ground when she saw it. Just a few feet ahead of her, she saw the fat little creature sitting on its hindlegs, sniffing the air. She moved closer with calculated steps. It turned its head towards her. She pounced on it…

…And missed it. Yet again. The little creature sped through the forest floor before she could even sink her teeth into it. Her hunting skills had needed training ever since she got rid of the tadpole. She felt like a novice again after having spent so much time in her real form during her adventure.

She huffed and lowered her nose to the ground yet again to see if she could find her next meal somewhere else. That is when she saw flames rise around her. She instinctively walked backwards to avoid them. They quickly lowered again, and she saw that she was somewhere entirely else.

The smell of sulfur reached her nose immediately and it made her blood run cold. So did her new surroundings. She was in a gigantic hall that seemed big enough for a small army to comfortably march through. The tall walls were made of dark basalt. She fixed her orange eyes at the shapes she saw on the walls. She looked at the charred bodies hanging from them.

She smelled him in the air before she heard him: sulfur, musk, palmarosa, and pepper.

“Yes, Zariel had a bit of a flair for dramatics.”

She turned back into her human form. Her white fur turned into her grey skin, her fluffy tail turned into her long spaded one, and she felt the familiar weight of her curved horns on her head again. She stumbled slightly as she turned around to face him. She had not walked on two legs for days.

“Raphael,” she greeted and coughed, trying to find her voice again.

His body was turned towards the wall she had been looking at. His head turned towards her. He was dressed fancier than she had ever seen him. His usual red and blue outfit had been exchanged for a black suit with red and gold accents.

He looked her up and down with the hint of an amused smile on his lips. She no doubt looked a mess. Her thick dark curls had not seen a brush for weeks. Her grey skin was caked with dirt and old blood from the few kills she had managed to make while she had been in Wildshape.

“You are no less feral than the last time I saw you, I see,” he said. “Perhaps a bath is in order before we speak. A certain degree of decorum is expected when one speaks to an Archdevil.”

That made her cough even worse as she choked on her own spit.

“A what?” she choked out and looked him up and down.

“An Archdevil,” he repeated. “Avernus is mine after you left the Crown of Karsus to me.”

They had promised the Crown of Karsus to Raphael, but they had left it at the bottom of the Chionthar instead. The pieces of the it were scattered across the bottom of the river, and they had naively hoped that was enough to keep it from doing more harm.

“Went for a swim, did you?” she asked. “Congratulations, I suppose. We had hoped that it would stay put.”

“Did you now?” he asked and turned to face her. “That would mean that our agreement was broken and that your soul is mine.”

“You interrupted my hunt,” she sighed. “Can we get to why I am here anytime soon?”

“Certainly…” he said with a dangerous smile. “Instead of skinning you and making you into a new fur rug for my throne room, and making your fine friends join the charred corpses on the wall for trying to snub me of what I was owed, I will graciously ignore this lazy little mistake. If, of course, you accept my terms.”

She sniffed and scowled at him.

“I don’t owe you anything, devil,” she said and crossed her arms over her chest. “You got your crown in the end, didn’t you?”

“Indeed, but not brought to me by you as agreed upon,” he said and smiled at her. “I find myself…unsatisfied and wanting more. Fortunately, I have use for you and I am legally in my full right to hold you accountable for this.”

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about devil laws.”

“Language,” he chided. “You will when I hurt you and the ones you hold dear. It is a simple deal, really. You will stay here with me in Avernus for an unspecified amount of time, and in return you will live a life of luxury while you do.”

She laughed and then gestured to the state she was in.

“Do I look like I care about living in luxury?” she asked. “What do you want me here for?”

His lips tugged up in a smirk and he glanced over her body.

“You’ll find out.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And if I refuse?” she asked.

“I can use the Crown to make you say yes, though I would prefer not to,” he said casually. “It would be more satisfying to avoid it.”

She narrowed her eyes at that.

“No, you can’t,” she said. “The contract stated that you could not use the Crown of Karsus to dominate mortals. I’m not immortal.”

Raphael chuckled at that.

“Had you taken the time to properly read it through, as I suggested you should, you would know that there are exceptions,” he explained. “Those who are of Infernal bloodlines are one of those exceptions. You are a tiefling, my dear.”

Fuck. She knew that he was not lying. She scowled at him. She would never have dreamed of signing if she knew that was in the contract. Tieflings somehow always got the short end of the stick. He smiled at her like the cat that got the cream, drinking up the furious expression on her face.

“So…” he said with a smile as he walked closer. “Will you be a good pup and roll over or must I tighten your leash?”

She sneered at him and her eyes darkened.

“I’m not a dog,” she said. “And should you for a second be under the false impression that you are the master of me, then I will tear you apart.”

He chuckled and ignored your threat.

“Oh, that’s right. You believe yourself a wolf, isn’t that so?” he said. “Where is your pack then, wolf? While you scour the forests for food all on your own, because you have run out of funds to feed yourself. It has only been months since you became the hero of Baldur’s Gate, and you are already right back where you started. Without possessions, without friends, without dignity, while you live like a beast rather than a person.”

“It’s a choice,” she grumbled. “And none of your business besides.”

It was, though it would be a lie to say that it had not also been a necessity. She never had much since she left her circle all those years ago. It was easier, cheaper, and freer to live in the woods.

It was also lonely. She knew she could have reached out to her old companions after their adventure, but she never did. She did not want to trouble them, and it felt safer to be alone. It had been so easy to fall into old habits.

“Here you can be so much more,” he purred. “I see potential for something great behind that beast you parade as.”

She did not answer. Raphael smiled widely and put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

“Do not force me to make you submit,” he said before completely changing into a lighter mood. “Now! I will have my servants prepare a bath for you. You reek. After, we will dine together. I suspect you must be hungry, since I interrupted your hunt for dinner.”

She was very uncomfortable as the servants insisted on washing her in the bath. She had tried to insist that she could wash herself, but the two tiefling women were not having it after they saw the state of her. The bath smelled of some sort of lavender oil mixed with something else. The smell was too strong and perfume-like for her liking.

When they brought out the shaving kit, it finally made her protest. She wrapped her arms around herself and stared at them as one of the servant ladies tried to pry her arm up.

“No,” Tav said stubbornly.

The woman pursed her lips and sighed.

“Please, my lady,” the woman said. “We have been ordered to.”

“No.”

The two women looked at each other as if trying to figure out what to do. They looked nervous as they did so. Tav figured that there might be consequences for them if they did not heed Raphael’s orders. She sighed in annoyance.

“Why does he want me shaved?” she asked.

“We do not know, my lady,” the other woman said. “Please. We will be careful not to nick you.”

Tav sneered and reluctantly let her arms be raised above her head so they could shave her armpits. She had grown quite hairy during her time in the woods. She preferred it that way and she could not guess why Raphael would care about it. She was not happy.

She was even less happy when there came a knock on the door. Both of the women paused their movements. One of them got up to place a screen in front of the tub. Tav looked at the both of them with a confused expression. The one of them that did not get up smiled sweetly at her.

“The physician,” she explained. “Come in!”

“The what?” Tav asked.

She heard someone enter the room.

“Good evening, my lady,” a male voice said from behind the screen. “Apologies for interrupting your bath. I need only ask you a few questions.”

Tav blinked and scrunched up her face.

“Why?” she asked. “I’m not sick or anything. What do I need to see a physician for?”

“His Grace has requested it, my lady.”

Her eyes were about to roll out of her skull when she heard Raphael be referred to as ‘His Grace’.

“Get on with it then,” she grumbled quietly.

“Do you have any allergies that you are aware of?” he asked.

“No.”

She heard a quill running over parchment as he was noting it down on the other side of the screen.

“How much do you weigh?”

“No idea. I’ve always been a bit on the heavy side.”

“Do you have any medical conditions that you know of?”

“No.”

“Has anyone in your family had any medical conditions that you know of?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Have you ever been pregnant?”

Tav raised an eyebrow at that question.

“No?” she answered.

“Have any of the women in your family had trouble conceiving?”

The questions were taking an odd turn.

“Not that I know of,” she said. “Why?”

“I am not allowed to tell you,” the physician explained and then continued his questions. “When did you last bleed?”

She huffed at that answer.

“Recently,” she said.

“How recently? Days? Weeks?”

“A bit over a week perhaps,” she answered. “Are you sure you can’t tell me? What is going on?”

“I cannot tell you,” he repeated while he was scribbling down something. “That will be all for now. I will visit you tomorrow to check your weight and height.”

She heard him get up from his chair to leave.

“Alright?” she said with a sigh and looked at the ladies on either side of her with confusion. The both of them avoided her questioning gaze.

The servants dried her off, and with some resistance from her, they got her in a dress. It was a dark blue silk dress that was supposed to ‘compliment the yellow of her eyes and the grey of her skin’. Tav thought she just looked stupid. The dress was too tight around her waist, making her hips look even wider than they already were.

When they were done with their little game of dress-up, she studied herself in the mirror with a scowl on her face. She looked ridiculous. Her body was on full display in the dress. It was not that she had ever had a problem with showing off her plumpness, but she just also had never felt the reason to pull attention to it like this. The form of her stomach was on display, and it made her feel naked.

She was ushered through the fortress and into a large room with a table in the middle. Raphael sat at the end of it drinking wine. The table was filled with all kinds of food and drink. Raphael devoured her form with his eyes before gesturing for her to sit down beside him. She kept standing. She wanted answers first.

“What is the meaning of all of this?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

“I had imagined that you were hungry,” Raphael said and took a sip of his wine.

“You know what I mean…and I am,” she said. “But I am more starved for answers than food currently. Why am I here?”

“All will soon be revealed,” he said and gestured to the chair again. “Sit down.”

“No,” she said stubbornly.

“Sit,” Raphael said more harshly this time. “And eat. I have questions for you.”

“No,” she repeated.

Raphael waved his hand and she found herself sitting down against her will.

“Good girl,” he said as if to a dog and smiled even wider.

It pissed her off even more. A low groan of frustration escaped her, that would have been a growl if she had been in her preferred form. She thought about getting up again just to spite him but there would be no use in it. She decided to eat instead.

“Tell me about where you come from,” Raphael said and swirled the contents of his glass.

“North,�� she said and pulled apart a piece of chicken with her hands.

“I had gathered,” Raphael said with a tight disgusted smile at the way she was eating. “I am more curious where your ancestry comes from.”

“North,” she repeated and shoved a piece of chicken in her mouth. “Are you asking about my tiefling ancestors?”

“Indeed,” he said.

“Don’t know,” she answered. “I just know that it’s far back and that we are Asmodeus tieflings. None of my parents are tieflings. It had skipped two generations before it appeared in me.”

“Fascinating,” he said. “One would not have guessed Asmodeus tiefling from your appearance. That grey skin of yours would have suggested Zariel.”

“My dad was a drow.”

“A bit of a mutt then,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s perfect for what I need you for.”

“A mutt? Your dog metaphors are hilarious, though they are already getting a bit old, don’t you think? Besides, it’s rich of you to call anyone a mutt when you are a cambion yourself,” she huffed. “What do you need me for?”

Her comment annoyed him, and she could see it in his eyes, though he apparently chose to ignore it.

“Oh, but the dog metaphors are so fitting for what I intend to use you for,” he said with a cruel smile. “Why else would one be keen to get their hands on a prized bitch with interesting bloodlines like yours? To breed pups, of course.”

She almost choked on the piece of chicken she was eating.

“Excuse me?”

“All the other notable archdevils have spread their lineages across your realm,” he explained. “We all have to start somewhere, of course. I cannot think of anything more poetic than the woman who helped me win my crown to be the start of my own lineage of tieflings. I am feeling rather generous so I will only demand five children out of you, and then you are free to go.”

She was dumbstruck for a moment as the information sunk in. Then she became furious.

“You would have me be a broodmare for your children?” she asked harshly. “And risk my life in the process? Are you insane?”

“If you refuse, I can have you killed for certain instead,” he said. “Or worse, I can force you.”

Her eyes glowed for a moment as she was about to lose control of her temper and transform. She dug her claws into the arms of the chair she was sitting in as she tried to calm herself before she did something stupid.

“Tieflings and cambions can produce more cambions,” she hissed. “In case you have never picked up a biology book. A swift death would be kinder than dying while trying to birth a cambion.”

“The chances are rather slim. Especially with a diluted Infernal bloodline like yours,” he explained. “Besides, I will have physicians and midwives to tend to your every need for the same reason. Does the child grow bigger than a tiefling would, we will kill it. You are too useful to me alive for me to let you die in childbirth.”

“I am not even considering this!” she yelled. “You are out of your mind.”

“Though you will consider it, because the consequences of refusing me will be much worse,” he said calmly. “I promise you, that if you simply come peacefully, no harm will come to you. I will be generous with you. I will only take you when the chances for conception are the highest. The rest of the time you will be left to yourself, free to do whatever you please.”

“Take me?” she growled. “Archdevil or not, I will tear you apart if you as much as touch me!”

Raphael sighed when he saw her eyes starting to glow in anger again, but continued explaining:

“You will have your own chambers, of course. You will be well taken care of, and the only thing you will have to worry about is your pregnancy and the birth. You will not even have to see the children after they are born either, if that is what you wish.”

She hammered her fist down onto the table and got up. She was looking at him like a woman with murder on her mind.

“Send me back,” she hissed at him. “Now.”

“No,” Raphael replied calmly with an unimpressed expression on his face.

“Send. Me. Back.”

“I wonder if you are hard of hearing or simply thick-headed,” he said and narrowed his eyes at her. “Have I not made it abundantly clear what your options are?”

“I won’t do it,” she said. “You can’t make me. Infernal law states that deals cannot be made if the other party is under duress or if the deal is signed because of death threats. That much I do know.”

Raphael chuckled.

“I am not asking you to sign a thing, my dear,” he said in a dark tone. “I already have a contract with your signature on it. Those laws are in place for those who have not yet signed. I already own you. I am in my full right to do whatever I please with you. Had you simply handed me the Crown then it would have been a different story, but you did not.”

Her realizing her predicament was the last straw. She lost her temper and in the blink of an eye she found herself in her wolf form. She had pushed away the table and the chair during her transformation. She snarled and locked her eyes on him. Then she remembers pouncing on him, though never landing before she heard a snap, and everything went black.

She woke up in a bed that she had hoped would be her own before she opened her eyes. When she did open them, she learned to her disappointment that it had not all been an odd fever dream. She was in a bedroom that was five times larger than the one she had at her home on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate.

The bedchamber was lavishly decorated. There was a bathtub in the corner, a desk with a chair and some writing utensils on it, a large wardrobe, and a fireplace with two armchairs in front of it. She was not impressed. Lavish as it was, it did not fool her: this was a cell.

She sat up on the bed and when she moved, she felt something around her neck. Her hand went to it and found a collar around it. She touched all the way around it to find an opening or a clasp, but there were none. She pulled on it, but it did not give. She instinctively knew that it had some magical purpose, but she was not yet sure what it was.

She got off the bed to find a mirror. She found one on the desk and she saw that there was some kind of inscription on the collar. Her eyes narrowed at the Infernal letters that adorned the black collar in a golden script. Her Infernal was rusty but she did manage to put together what it said:

‘Property of the Archdevil of the First.’

She was fuming. She tugged at the collar in anger once again, still with no luck. Her eyes fell on a piece of parchment on the table. Her eyes scanned over the words, and it only managed to further stir the flames of her temper:

‘If you are to act like a beast, you will be treated as one. You are invited to dine with me tonight. I expect you to be on your best behavior or you may find yourself waking up in a cage the next time you bare your teeth at me, dog. - R”

Her breathing had quickened into furious puffs of air. Her hands clenched into fists. She would tear this room apart. She would tear him apart and paint the walls with his blood. She would devour him. She felt the familiar feeling of her druidic magic spreading through her veins.

Though something was different. The magic would not take as it usually did.

She stayed in that middle-stage of transformation. Her face fell at the realization. She tried again to turn into her wolf form, but the magic still would not take. It did not envelop her in its cold embrace of the earth clinging to her skin and changed her form like it usually did. The feeling stayed under her skin, going nowhere.

“No…” she whispered to herself. “No, no, no…”

That was the purpose of the collar. To keep her in her own form. She panicked. She paced around the room. She was missing something, but what? He had not taken her magic from her, or she would not be able to even enter transformation. The collar simply stopped the final step.

She tried turning into an owlbear instead. No luck. She tried panther, deep rothe, bear, sabre-toothed tiger, badger…No luck. Then she wondered if it could possibly have something to do with the size.

She finally tried something smaller: a cat. She finally felt the magic envelop her skin and change her form. She felt herself grow smaller and she was then standing in her furry little form on the floor. She felt some relief that it had worked and hoped for a second that she might be able to slip out of the collar, but the size of it had simply adjusted to her form. She let out a frustrated hiss.

It was something that not all of her forms had been taken from her, but she could hardly tear Raphael apart in the form of a cat. She tried the last couple of forms there were left. She could do a dire raven as well, but that was not particularly helpful either. She could not exactly fly away from the Hells. She hated feeling so helpless.

Later, the same servants from the day before came to dress her and usher her to where Raphael was. He was smiling widely at her when she entered, and his eyes went to admire the collar on her neck. She wanted nothing more than to throw an Ice Knife at his smug face, but she decided to keep the peace for now. She needed her powers back in full again.

She kept quiet as she sat down beside him, which only seemed to amuse him. She had nothing nice to say to him. She began eating with her hands as she always did.

“Ah-ah,” Raphael chided. “Fork and knife, dear.”

Her eye twitched but she kept quiet as she reluctantly dropped the food in her hands. She wiped her fingers in a napkin before grabbing the fork and knife. Her movements were clumsy when she tried to cut her meat. It had been a long time since she last had been forced to use utensils.

“Good girl,” Raphael praised in that degrading way of his. “You are quieter today. I take that you have figured out what that collar around your neck does?”

She continued ignoring him.

“I will take that as a yes then,” he said and then changed the subject. “The physician says that your fertility will be at its peak soon, so you can expect a visit from me in only a few days.”

“And you ask me to mind my table manners,” she said in a cold tone. “Don’t make me lose my appetite.”

“Oh, my apologies, dear,” he said. “I did not realize you were of such a delicate disposition. I simply mean to say that if you behave until then, I might be inclined to loosen my grip on your leash, so to speak.”

She gritted her teeth in annoyance and tried to reel back her temper.

“Will I be rid of this gods-awful collar?”

“No,” he answered. “I like it on you. It suits you. Though, I can allow you to change into whatever form you would like as long as you are on your best behavior.”

“’Allow me’…” she repeated and laughed bitterly under her breath. “Is this it then? I’m your little puppet now that you can do whatever you want to? I think I’d rather choose death if that offer is still on the table, actually.”

“Essentially, yes, you are,” he answered coldly. “And do not continue to make me repeat myself, Tav. It will not just be your death if you decide to go against me and even if it was, whatever I will put you through here will be nothing compared to the torments I will put you through after you are dead, and I get my hands on your soul. For your soul is still on the line, since you by technicality did not fulfill your contract. A technicality that I will only overlook if you do as I tell you.”

She shook her head and went quiet. She felt so hopeless. She wanted to laugh and cry and scream at the same time. She leaned back in her chair. She had barely eaten anything, but her appetite was gone.

“Can I go now?” she asked. “I am not hungry after all, it seems.”

“As you wish,” he said. “But first…”

He snapped his fingers and a vial of dark liquid appeared on the table. He took it and held it out to her.

“I will watch you drink this before you do,” he said while his orange eyes bore into hers. “A servant will bring it to you tomorrow and every day after that. They are under orders to force it down your throat if you refuse.”

She looked from him to the vial with disdain.

“Am I allowed to ask His Grace what this is?” she asked.

Raphael smiled slightly and his eyes narrowed at her.

“That cheek will get you nowhere,” he warned. “It’s a vial containing numerous things to ready your body for its purpose. I am not trying to poison you. I am trying to help you. Spare you even.”

“Spare me?” she asked bitterly.

“If I disgust you as much as you pretend, would you not find it helpful that we only have to attempt to get you with child a handful of times before we see results, instead of waiting for months?”

She looked at him and then at the vial. She sighed softly and took it from his hands. She took off the cork and smelled its contents. It had a smell that was all too sweet like fruit that was just past its ripeness. She looked at him again.

“There would be little sense in poisoning you,” he reassured her. “Now drink.”

She looked at the vial once more before downing its contents.

#raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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zuffer-weird-girl · 2 years ago

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Hello! I have a funny request, what if one of Kai’s(Overhaul’s) subordinates walked in on him and y/n doing the…devils tango?

(Also you don’t have to write this topic if your uncomfortable)

Who the fuck does he think he is?! Some kind of God?!

Those were the only words that practically echoed inside Kendo Rappa's head as he huffed and stomped over the halls much like a feral animal.

Usually no one would care about the male's behavior or mood since practically Rappa was an ass most of the times. But apparently the source of his anger was once again Overhaul.

Much like any other day, Rappa demanded a match out of the dark haired male and again lost... miserably. It didn't even lasted one minute since Chisaki seemed kind of like in a hurry for something, and that pissed of Rappa even more.

It pissed him off so much that he was leaving the underground of the house to track Overhaul again to demand a proper rematch, since the asshole wasn't even looking at him when he had the nerves to kill him... again.

"Rappa, I always say how stupid you are, but have you lost your God damn mind?" It was so rare for Tengai to use those kinds of words that even Rappa stopped a bit to actually listen to the more rational and calm man "Master Overhaul already had a rematch with you today, just let it be-"

"The hell he didn't." He growled "The fucker wouldn't even let me finish my sentence and was already using his damn quirk on me, that ain't even a fight! And that asshole just left like nothing happened."

"I consider you more than a idiot then" Tengai hissed as both got up to the main floor, Rappa almost stomping his feet on his way to Overhaul's usual office.

He was so out of it that he didn't even listened to hushed groans and moans....

"LISTEN HERE YOU DAMN FU-" the man almost kicked the door open but soon shut his mouth pretty quick at the scene displayed in front of him.

His "boss" with his back turned towards, neck visible and filled with hickeys, gloves and shirt no where to be seen, scratches all over his back like he was attacked by some cat, it could be seen thanks by the light of room how sweaty, yes, the mysophobic sweating, he was... at least he had his pants on.. he thought... while you, overhaul's partner, sat on the the desk with legs wrapped tightly on Chisaki's waist and nails almost piercing through the male's flesh, your face was flushed and lips parted, eyes wide open in horror shock as you locked gazes with Rappa, hips immediately stopping from meeting with Chisaki as you shrieked.

Oh... and to Rappa's even more embarrassment.. you had your shirt on the damn floor.

"Fuck." He could only mutter that, he could feel his own cheeks almost burning up at the lewd scene in front of him.. clearly he caught his boss fucking.

But soon his embarrassment was changed to fear. Deep fear.

Overhaul immediately stopped moving, slowly moving his arm far enough to grab his shirt to cover your modesty... until he only turned one side of his face towards Rappa... it was one of the most terrifying death stares Kendo had ever saw on his God damn life. It seemed like all the light was drained out of Chisaki's face as his one eye almost sended the poor subordinate to a place worst than hell.

That side glare was enough to leave Rappa a shivering mess before he slammed the door close and got his ass out of there before he could be killed more than twice that day.

"Rappa, where the fuck were you these past two days?!" Mimic yelled at the man as Rappa groaned.

"Trying not to die."

"What?" Mimic arched an eyebrow before Rappa sat down with a heavy sigh and a hand covering half of his face before he put his mask on

"... I walked in when Overhoe was in the middle of a fuck." Rappa muttered which left Mimic widening his and shrieked. "Shut up. I didn't come here for two days in hopes he would calm down enough to not torture me."

"Shit man, sorry but I think that won't happen." Mimic spoke while patting Rappa's back

"Why?"

"Because for these past two days overhaul has been wanting to... talk... with you. And he still wants to..."

"Shit."

Soon a door slammed open while both man jumped at the sudden sound, Rappa could only gulp thick air when he heard (Y/n)'s begging for him to calm down.

Kai was now glaring at him the same way he did two days ago, now with a mask but he swore he could see at least three veins popping on Overhaul's head.

"Rappa." Was the only growl that left Chisaki's mouth before blood was spilled once again in the whole room.

He really should have stayed with his mouth shut that day....

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #kai chisaki x reader #zuffer writings #i loved doing this

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thekinkyleopard · 7 months ago

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Crime Spreeze

An Al, Elex and Perry snz fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Bullying, SicFic, Sexual Harassment, Cussing,

Panic/Anxiety, OCD/Germaphobia, Fluff

Description: Elex has to go on a heist, with his least favorite demons tagging along out of obligation, he wonders how he’s going to get through it especially when he realizes he’s getting sick.

Author’s Notes: 🫣 Don’t look at me!!!!! Im sorry this took longer to get out than promised 😭 I’ve been DEEP in the trenches. My life is a whole mess right now. However, I found the motivation and will to finish this Nonny request! Elex’s first time getting sick in front of people he doesn’t know very well, nor likes 🫣 Hope you enjoy! ~ (this fic also delves deeper into Elex’s experience with his Germaphobia/OCD and could be triggering so I just wanna leave a second mention!) @aller-geez did the cover and owns Perry!

Elex groaned he threw his feet around and he grabbed a pillow, shoveling it over his face screaming with the loudest decibel he could, though muffled significantly by the pillow tightly shoved against his face. He was given a job today, and it had a really, really impressive payout. However, when he saw today who he would have to be meeting up with, and dealing with, he immediately, wanted to back out. Perry. The dude was a psychopath, they’d met a few times through other jobs, and through a certain red headed fuck bringing him around on the occasion he was in town. The green haired man groaned with angst and disdain. He couldn’t sit through a job having to deal with that asshole today.

“Whats wrong, El?” Sven asked walking in mid-tantrum. Ignoring Sven's question, Elex tossed the pillow aside and sat up, running a hand through his disheveled green hair. He knew he couldn't back out of the job now, he’d already said yes, if he backed out, he’d probably get jumped. Taking a deep breath, he finally responded to Sven, "It's Perry. I can't stand that fuckin’ guy, Every time we've crossed paths, it's been a nightmare…" he sighed deeply with irritation laced in every word of his sentence.

Sven raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his eyes. "You sure you can handle this job with him involved?" his tone a bit apprehensive as he knew just how impatient and explosive his feral partner could be.

Elex nodded grimly, determination hardening his features. "I don't have a choice, The payout is too good to pass up.. I'll just have to keep my guard up and play pretend like we’re best fuckin’ friends," he gagged visibly, but not genuinely. The cat chuckled a bit at his boyfriend’s general demeanor.

As he got up from the bed, Elex began to mentally prepare himself for the inevitable confrontation with Perry. Today was going to be a long day, he could already tell…and there was something….off about the way he felt. His face was slightly hot, and his nose felt peculiarly prickly…stuffed. He went to the bathroom, and splashed a handful of cold water across his face before he got stuck in a whirlwind. ‘Germs…gErMs…DIRTY…’ he heard a low, sickly and gravely voice inside his head as the water hit his face. “Ugggghhh,” he grumbled audibly before getting out his face wash and his anti-bacterial soap. First the badger with determined eyes, washed and scrubbed his hands up to his elbows. Once he had completed that, he decided to brush his teeth, before finally get to soaping up his face. Once he had deemed himself sufficiently clean enough he stepped back and took out a fresh towel, bringing it to his face and gently drying himself where necessary. Making extra sure to care for the spots that hadn’t been properly showered least to not mix himself.

However, he put too much consideration into it, which got him spiraling into more thoughts. ‘Shower…You need to shower…the rest of you…it’ll spread..’ “JEsUs fucking christ,” he hissed behind gritted teeth, now starting to undress but in the process was slamming cabinets and being all around obnoxious about his movements in the bathroom. Sven came walking in.

“Babe, you good?” He asked with a cautious, almost confused tone and a raised teal brow.

“No! This Perry shit has me freaking out…I’m not clean enough and I need to shower…it’s going to make me LATE, and that’s going to cause some sort of smart mouthed, passive aggressive, borderline psychotic shit to come out his big stupid mouth!” the badger exploded in a long tangent that sent the cat back an inch, unexpecting of this sudden display of emotions, but not being unfamiliar in this territory.

“Okay, Okay, breathe…” Sven stepped closer, putting his palms out trying to calm the other who only shook his head in defiance.

“I cant right now, Sven, I have to shower, I have to get clean…can you pleas…snDf..just get me some clean clothes?” the Cheshire narrowed his orange eyes and looked his mate up and down. He was coming down with something. His rampant Phobia would appear whenever the badger had a sinking feeling he was ill or around someone who was ill.

“You’re sick,” the orange and teal haired man crossed his arms over his chest and he shook his head slowly.

“No, I’m not, actually…I’m just…stressed, now go! shoo! clothes! Please!!” he waved the other away, dismissing his comment though knowing it was a pill he’d probably regret not swallowing.

Sven sighed, realizing there was no stopping Elex when he got into one of these states. Reluctantly, he left the bathroom to fetch some fresh clothes for his germophobic partner. As Elex started the water for his shower, the thoughts in his mind continued to torment him. ‘What if he’s right? What if SICK? Germs?? What if germs already inside…’ The hot water cascading over his body did little to calm his racing mind. He did his best as he scrubbed his skin so hard it was almost getting raw. The moment the soap started to sting, Elex blinked his duo colored eyes clear and looked down at his blotchy, reddened mixed skin. “Fuck..” he sighed. “Overdid it..” he let the water caress him for a while longer, trying to settle the racing, impulsive thoughts that continued to plague him to scrub more while his new rashes burned under the temperature of the water.

According to Sven, therapy had been doing him well in their conversations and communication, however much Elex denied. Yet, in this moment he started to see what the cat meant. Normally, in his teen years especially, he’d be in the shower for hours, he’d scrub until his skin bled and developed sores, he would do anything to try and rid himself of the germs. As he has been attending help, and seeking guidance against his fears, he realized in this moment, there was a bit of hope. His sinuses now feeling cleared, or perhaps, numbed, the badger turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“Hey, left your clothes on the bed if that’s okay I gotta get going to an auction, they want to display my photos,” he said from the doorway, staring his boyfriend down in a caring, nervous way. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, good luck at your thingy,” Sven nodded with a soft, reassuring smile, though the cat still felt wary looking at him. None the less, he chuckled and shook his head.

“Auction,” reminding the badger in a subtle, but gentle way that it was important to him that Elex remembered the things he was saying, not just generally answering to suffice the conversation.

“Right, Auction,” the badger nodded again, his own way of receiving the slight nudge, and responding accordingly, the best way he simply could.

“I love you,” Sven smiled, still keeping his distance knowing a single touch of his finger tip could possibly set the badger a blaze.

“Mhh I love you too, kid,” it was Elex who stepped forward, an leaning down a bit, kissed the cat on his lips gingerly with a smirk on his face. “It’s not your germs I’m scared of, remember?”

“I know…I just worry,” the cat shrugged gently, almost not trying to make too big of a deal out of what he just said.

“I know,” taking note of the other’s body language, Elex replied simply, trying his best as well to, not make his issues, apart of Sven’s day.

“Try to have a good day?” his boyfriend poked, and though Elex felt the need to explode, as if he was going to ever have the chance at a good day he simply swallowed it and nodded again, lips pulled up into a half smile.

“You too, kid,” Sven smiled, genuinely, almost enough to brighten the entire room, the badger’s heart skipped a beat and he cleared his throat, nodding again as he watched Sven start to leave the doorway.

“Alright, I’m heading out,” finally the cat turned on his heels and began toward the door, out to his car and off the property entirely.

“See ya,” the badger turned around now focused again on his current task of getting dressed, noticing the silence in his head he was thankful. The small notes of affection, the working harder to love each other through their issues and the way Sven made him generally feel…calmed him enough to get through the rest of his routine.

~Later that same afternoon~

Elex pulls up to the meet up, leaning nervously against his seat and gripping his wheel so tightly, his knuckles start to turn white. “Come on dillweed where are you?” he sighed with clear frustration, unlike the demon to be late, he started looking through each of his windows and mirrors periodically to keep his eye out. By this point, Perry was 5 minutes late, and Elex fucking hated that, but was unable to really keep track of the time as his face started to burn hotter. It had been a few hours since he showered, the comforting feeling from the steam had long left him of peace and he was now only painfully aware that he was in fact, coming down with something. “SNdF…Shit,” he fumbled through his car for some tissues, or fast food napkins, anything. He couldn’t find anything but a tshirt, having cleaned his car out a couple days ago. He sighed wanting desperately to wipe his nose but it couldn’t be on this. ‘GeRMS! No! Dirty shirt! No! Dirty!’

The badger growls loudly wishing he could just slam his head into the steering wheel, but that would probably only intensify the current, pressure already building inside his skull. “Fucking A dude you look like shit,” he heard a familiar voice outside his window as Elex gripped the sides of his temples. Perry.

“I’m fine…just…a headache is all..SNDDFfF..” he snuffled loudly, trying to mask the need to wipe his nose by over compensating with an inhale. Perry opened the passenger door to the car with a chuckle already sensing his deceit, before a familiar, unwanted presence made itself known.

“I heard the familiar sound of a cold sniffle, is that an illness I hear, El?” Alistar slid into the back seat like the uninvited piece of shit he was. Leaning in between the two front seats to examine and invade Elex’s space.

“NUH UH, The fuck is he doing here?” the badger leaned back to try and create space between him and Al, narrowing his eyes already engulfed with rage.

“He’s apart of the mission, dear buddy, relaaaaax, it’s fine,” Perry waved his hand nonchalantly, slipping into the passenger seat and closing the door. “He can get us past all the guards without any energy exerted on our part!” the two demons snickered at each other in unison.

“And what the fuck does he get out of it?” the green haired man scoffed with agitation, borderline disbelief.

“Your COMPANY Els! Your company, you know, my pet is quite the rival to yours, I think we could make that work to our benefit ya know..?? “ Alistar turned his head innocently, it was as if he was trying to make himself a bit more digestible.

“You were hoping I’d help you manipulate our boyfriends?” the badger narrowed his eyes even further, his brows falling into a scowl.

“Boyfriend? The fuck? No no, demon,” Al points to himself with loose, blackened fingers. “Don’t do ‘boy friends’,” He emphasized with air quotes he’d seen done on tv “but yes, I was hoping I could persuade you into an agreement…” he smiled sweetly after his sentence, masking the deviousness behind his request.

“I’m not doing any deals with you, devil,” Elex spat turning his head to avoid eye contact, his nose tingling, itching insistently but, he wouldn’t break. Not in front of these two.

“Maybe not noooowww…but later, presumably…when it’s convenient to you, the offer is there,” wiggling his red eyebrows in a mischievous yet playful manner.

“Alright princesses are we done with our crumpets and tea? I’m admittedly a bit late, due to picking up this cheeky fuck, but we do have a deadline,” the electrician reminded them, Elex rolling his eyes and started the vehicle.

“Fine, Whatever, lets get this over with, where are we going?” he grumbled starting to drive away from the meet up spot they all congregated at, his head pounding insistently making it almost harder to focus on the road ahead.

“Just follow my directions, Els,” Perry chirped from the passenger seat, shifting in his spot as he reached for the car radio to tune the music to a volume that was just right. Right after, he promptly placed his feet up on the dash and leaned back on his hands behind his head. Elex begrudgingly complied, trying to avoid freaking out about the man’s dirty shoes on his dash, his mind churning with a mix of annoyance and the persistent discomfort of his worsening cold. Twitching, and rolling his nose in sad attempts at calming the forbidden itch he refused to scratch.

As they drove towards their destination, the tension in the car was palpable. Alistar, sitting in the back, seemed to be relishing in Elex's obvious discomfort, occasionally making snide remarks that only served to irritate the badger further. “Can he even see the road with those welling eyes?” The red eyed demon teased. Elex gritted his teeth and focused on the directions being loosely given, determined not to let Al get under his skin. Ignoring his advances and keeping his eyes set forward. Alistar feeling slightly disappointed in the lack of response. Not nearly as fun as the wolf.

After what felt like an eternity of twists and turns through unfamiliar streets, Perry finally directed Elex to pull over near a nondescript building. “This is it,” Perry announced cheerfully, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to face Elex. “I figured we could just walk up through the front? Ya know? Since Al can just tell them we're supposed to be here,” the electrician shrugged, sparking his fingers with a grin. “And if that doesn’t work…been awhile since I’ve had a meal..” Elex rolled his eyes and patted his hands across the air.

“Alright, Alright..We,” he then paused looking the man over, up and down with furrowed brows. “Meal?” he had assumed kill them, sure, that was whatever, it’s own monster, but did this man just say meal?

“Yeah, I consume souls, duh, it’s just easier to not have to…” he yawned almost as if he was bored of having to explain this seemingly, to him, minor detail.

“I’d prefer he didn’t consume them, for personal reasons, mainly why I signed up,” Al chimed in from behind them with a raised index finger as they all started to shuffle outside of the car.

“Secrets are healthy,” the badger shook his head, pinching his aching bridge.

“Are they secrets, Elex, or are they boundaries?” Perry said thoughtfully between them, before shooting the man a wink.

“Jesus christ…” shuffling his hands in his pockets, the badger began to walk at a faster pace to try and get to the entrance ahead of them before he literally exploded in every sense and shape of the word. His nostrils flaring as he flexed them with the hopes it would cease their discomfort. It didnt.

“What’s my uncle got to do with this?” Al turned his head curiously to look over at Perry who shrugged once.

“OH my g-..You know what, lets just fucking go get this over with…” Elex grumbled still being able to hear them from behind him as they all seemingly approached in the same relative time span.

“Halt, what’s your business here?” the guard asks, stepping in direct center of the entrance way to block them out. Elex turns to the red head, assuming he will take the lead, and Alistar simply clears his throat, steps forward and closes his eyes. “Well?” The guard asks again with impatience. Once the demon’s eyes reopen, they’re completely black and he smirks.

“You’re just gonna let us in buddy, because you know deep down, we need to be here,” Perry already behind him, hovering, practically salivating on top of him, the air slowly starting to feel suffocating. Elex shuddered, stepping further away, skeeved out by the demon’s hunger. The guard, and the two others behind him, both went stiff, nodding and stepping aside for the men to enter. “Oh and I’mma…” Al plucking the badge off the man he then attached it to his own studded belt, playing with the pully mechanism cheerfully. “Need this, thanks…Heh..fun,” the three of them strolled in, and as the demons wandered more ahead, having a key, Elex found himself trailing behind.

He sighed deeply, feeling a sudden chill creep up his spine. It was a subtle sensation at first, just a slight tingle in the back of his throat, a faint shiver running down his arms. Elex shook it off, “Not now…” he grumbled, attributing it weakness. But as they delved deeper into the grandiose building, his symptoms began to intensify. A low-grade fever seemed to blanket him, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead despite the cool air inside. His throat felt scratchy and dry with every breath he took, a harsh cough threatening to escape his lips. Elex clenched his jaw, refusing to give in to weakness in front of his companions, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his temple.

The pressure behind his eyes throbbed with a dull ache, and his limbs felt heavy, as if weights were tied to them. The corridor stretched endlessly before him, the dimly lit walls seeming to close in on him with each step he took. Perry's voice echoed in the distance “I think it’s up ahead,” at this point everything started to sound like it was under water.

“Oooh~ I havent seen this relic in person only in father’s books…” Alistar muttered excitedly, poking his elbow into the other. Perry snickered and crossed his eyes.

“I’Ve oNlY sEeN iT iN fAtHeR’s BoOkS…” the man teased, Alistar furrowing his brows and jabbing the other with a shoulder check.

“Fuck off, dick shit,” the red head rolled his ruby eyes and huffed through his nose, nudging him one last time.

“Look how easy you get ruffled, almost as easy as Elex,” Perry continued to poke and tease at his two partners in crime, the both of them flat faced as they failed to find the humor in his antics. “Oh come on, sour pusses! Take a joke, fuck,” rolling his mischievous eyes the electrician spotted a surge of power, lining up right under the relic they were sent to grab.

“Is this the thing we need to bring back to Strouse?” Elex asked slowly, as if he was fighting against a powerful storm brewing inside him. In general, everything he did was seemingly slower, walking, talking, looking between the two of them. Alistar narrowed his eyes and observed the badger’s sluggish demeanor and clocked the rising crown of sweat that shown under the lights, and under the cracks in El’s green bangs. He grinned, though, Elex was mostly looking at Perry now, the demon was excited, he knew there was no way this dude could escape the explosion.

“Yup! I’ll disengage the security system for the plate its sitting on so you can just grab it, It’s going to be super bright in here for a moment, just a heads up,” a loose chuckle left his lips as he raised his hands and angled them in the direction of the relic’s plate.

A surge of power crackled through Perry's fingertips, his eyes glowing with an electric intensity as he channeled the current towards the security system. With a swift movement of his hands and a bolt of lightning, the system shut down abruptly, causing the room to be enveloped in a blindingly bright light that seemed to sear through Elex's very core.

Elex's vision swam in a sea of white, his whole body trembling as if struck by the bolt himself. The intense brightness was unbearable, each ray stabbing into his eyes like hot needles. His skin prickled with a surge of discomfort, every nerve ending on fire with overwhelming sensation. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he staggered backward, his body convulsing with the uncontrollable urges he’d be suppressing finally ripping through him. He sneezed and it came flying out of him with speckles of spit misting about in front of him. “H’UHhTSCHhiew! hh’ieXSHHH!”

Meanwhile, Alistar watched the spectacle unfold with a mixture of twisted joy and dark lust gleaming in his eyes. The sight of Elex writhing in agony under the assault of Perry’s simple display, had folded the badger quicker than a broken lawn chair. He let out a loud, sinister laugh. “Fuck yeah!” he cheered, stepping closer to hopefully be casualty to the onslaught of spittle that was flying outward.

"Turn around, you fucking pervert!" Elex's voice erupted amidst his sneezes and shivers, the words laced with a mix of fury and discomfort. His body continued to quake as he struggled to regain control, his chest heaving with each labored breath. “Hh’UMFShhiew! h’UShh’iew! etUSCHO!” they just kept coming, assaulting his means of seeming intimidating. The chills that wracked him began to penetrate deep into his bones, sending waves of icy agony through his veins. Alistar, remained steadfast in his position, his gaze fixed on Elex with a twisted grin playing on his lips.

The relentless brightness of the room only served to intensify Elex's misery, he couldn’t be bothered to fight off the red haired perv when every nerve in his body was screaming in protest. He felt utterly exposed, not just physically but also emotionally, as if Alistar's watchful eyes were stripping away the very layers of his ego. Perry, unfazed by the unfolding chaos, moved with practiced ease to secure the relic they had come for since El was a bit busy. His movements fluid and precise against the backdrop of Elex's suffering. “I swear to god Al…if you do- if you don-…” Al raised a red, entertained brow, a shit eating grin stuck on his face while the badger could hardly rip the sentence from his own mouth without an onslaught. “hdt’USSSCHHHIEWW! h’UTSChhiew!”

Alistar leaned in closer to Elex, his breath hot against the badger's ear as he continued to revel in the chaos that was caused. "Having a bit of a rough time there, aren't you, Elex?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice and amusement. Elex's fists clenched at his sides, the urge to punch the demon in the face growing stronger with each passing moment. But before he could act on his impulses, a sudden clearing of the throat broke through the tension-filled air.

Perry stood there, the relic safely in his hands, his expression neutral yet commanding. His gaze shifted from Alistar to Elex, a silent reminder of their mission and the importance of focusing on the task at hand. “Ladies, are we quite done bickering?” he clicked his tongue like a disappointed mother. The blinding light began to dim, gradually easing the intensity of Elex's discomfort as the security system powered down completely.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Elex shot one last glare at Alistar before turning back to the electrician. “Leds jud go so I can go do bed, SnDdf…h'Ushh'iew!” Covering his mouth with the crook of his elbow this time to not give a certain someone any more of a free show. Al pouted and rolled his eyes.

Elex felt a wave of frustration and humiliation wash over him as he stumbled forward, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his sneezing fit. Alistar's mocking laughter echoed in his ears, taunting him with every step he took. ‘Smug fucking bastard…’ he cursed internally, despite the beating drums inside his head, and his entire body threatening to shut down, he followed behind the two demons toward the way they came in.

As they made their way back to the car, Elex's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being vulnerable in front of these near-strangers, his sickness exposing a side of himself he preferred to keep hidden. Alistar's depraved presence felt like a constant weight on his shoulders, a reminder of his own powerlessness in the face of the demon's relentless teasing.

“Man, you make the cutest little scrunched up faces when your popping your lid, you know that Els?” The red head prodded at the other, the badger’s face getting increasingly redder as it continued. “The way your spit just came FLYING out at me? Cinematic,”

“Yeah it really was a shock to see how much came out of you when those lights were set off,” the two of them laughed in unison. Elex's cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and rage at the demons' mocking words. Simply too worn to just start wailing on them. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a verbal reaction. The sun was starting to go down, and the soft hue of the setting orb cast down on their bodies as they shuffled by, the guards unphased.

Once inside the vehicle, Elex slumped into the driver’s seat staring blankly out the windshield ahead, feeling drained both physically and emotionally. The demons continued their banter, their voices fading into a distant buzz as exhaustion pulled at Elex's eyelids. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories of his horrible experience, but they haunted him like relentless ghosts that tickled his ear drums, buzzing around him like an obnoxious fly that just wouldnt die.

“No but in all seriousness Sneezy Mgee, you good to drive?” Perry asked him, leaning in, snuffling his nose almost in a cocky manner, this still seemed too much like humiliation to keep taking it like this.

“Yeah, asshole, I’m fine,” Elex shoved the other by placing his palm on the demon’s forehead and shoveling him back a few inches, forceful, clearly a stick up his ass. Elex's senses were heightened as he sat back in the driver's seat, trying to shake off the remnants of embarrassment that clung to him like a heavy cloak. The warmth of the leather against his back felt comforting yet suffocating at the same time, mirroring the conflict swirling inside him. Perry's doubt hung in the air like a thick fog, challenging Elex's pride and stirring a fire within him.

“Alright, alright, shit, someone’s in a mood,” lifting his hands defensively before getting comfortable in his seat again.

As he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning colors with the pressure, Elex could feel his control slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. His jaw clenched with a newfound resolve, a fierce glint in his dual colored eyes that even surprised himself. "I'm more than okay to drive," he declared, his voice steady and unwavering.

Perry raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh really? Well, prove it then," he challenged, crossing his arms in anticipation of Elex's response.

Without hesitation, Elex started the vehicle and began driving at a speed that was almost concerning. “Alriiiiiiiight! That’s what Im talking about! Lets get fucking wreckless!” Alistar cheered throwing his fists up and shaking the shoulders of each car seat ahead of him.

Elex's foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine roaring with power as the landscape outside blurred into streaks of color. The wind whipped through the open windows, tousling their hair and filling the car with an exhilarating sense of freedom. Perry whooped with excitement, his laughter mingling with the rush of air, but with wind came dust, with dust came, problems. Elex could feel it welling up in his eyes, tears forming and his nose burning with a need to release. He sniffled once, twice, and tried his best to hold it back. If he sneezed, he would close his eyes, and he couldnt afford that whilst driving 90 mph.

Alistar clung to the back of Elex's seat, his eyes glinting with mischief as he goaded Elex on. "Faster, faster, let's see what this baby can really do!" His voice rose above the chaos of the wind and engine, egging Elex to push the limits.

El's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of fear and adrenaline surging through his veins, but the pressure, the sheer build up happening behind his sinuses was proving to only get worst the faster he drove. Perry turned over to look at the badger and started to notice the clench of the other’s jaw and the tears falling loosely down the sides of his squinted eyes that Elex was in a losing battle with his illness. “Dont you fuckin sneeze, youll kill us all, dont fuckin sneeze,” he said almost seriously, pointing his index finger at him accusingly, but there was a smirk spread across his lips. He was winning.

Elex's knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel with his full capacity strength, a shock it didnt rip the thing clean off, the internal battle raging within him reaching a crescendo. The wind whipped past them, carrying with it those same allergens that continued to irritate his senses. His breaths came in short, shallow gasps as he fought against the inevitable urge to sneeze, his eyes now watering so badly, he could hardly make out the road anymore anyway.

Alistar cackled with a devious almost unrecognizable sound, his eyes dancing with mischief as he sensed Elex's struggle. "Come on, Elex, let it out! Show us what you're made of!" he taunted, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind and engine.

“Nahhh, he’s gotta hold it back til we get to the spot, don’t fuck this up now, bro,” snickering mischievously which only caused the badger’s blood to boil, but Elex was at his limit, the battle within him reaching its breaking point. With a final, valiant effort to hold it back, a sudden jolt from a rough patch in the road sent Elex over the edge. His body convulsed involuntarily as he let out a thunderous sneeze that shook the car, causing Alistar and Perry to yelp in surprise. “HH’IEXSHIEW! EHH’tSHIEW!” they flew out of him, his hands involuntarily swerving the vehicle back and forth, a spray of spit hitting the windshield and blocking his line of sight. “Fu-..etUSHCHHOO!” the two demons grabbed onto the handles above them, bracing themselves for possible impact as the badger tried to regain his control in between his fit. “Hh’uhSSCHHHIIIIEWW!" h’USHhi’iew!”

The world seemed to slow down as Elex's eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his cheeks as the force of the sneeze overwhelmed him. In that split second of vulnerability, the car swerved off course now, tires screeching as they struggled for traction on the bumpy road. Perry's laughter turned into a heinous cackle, even at this point now, Alistar wasn’t even having fun. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

Eventually after seconds of chaos, which felt like hours, settled and the badger opened his eyes quickly to regain control of the car, his nose and eyes leaking profusely. The car skidded to a stop on the side of the road, kicking up a cloud of dust in its wake. Elex sat there, panting heavily, his hands still gripping the wheel tightly as he tried to catch his breath. Alistar for once, actually stunned silent, unable to even enjoy what just happened with the slight fear of being shipped back to hell. The red head patted his body with his palms to make sure he was in fact, still alive. “Phew…That was fuckin close,” he chuckled a bit nervously looking over at his friend, the instigator of the almost tragic incident.

Elex wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over him. He turned to look at the demon, his expression a mix of defiance and irritation. "Are you satisfied now?" he asked hoarsely, his voice tinged with both anger and resignation.

Perry’s grin spread almost so widely across his face youd swore it wrapped around his entire head. “That was fucking HILARIOUS,” he broke into a psychotic laugh that had both the other two men quickly exchange glances. “Oh man, you should have seen the panic on your fuckin’ faces…Oh shit…that’s fucking classic,”

“You know what dick for brains, I don’t even give a flying fuck about the pay out anymore, keep it, get out of my fucking car,” the green haired man finally having enough hissed while unlocking the door and reaching over Perry to push it open and promptly began shoveling him out.

“Hey hey hey now!” Perry protested, fighting against the other’s actions as he gripped the handle above him. “Now that’s hardly fair, you basically didn’t have to do shit for this mission besides come with, drive and put up with us for a bit, dont you wanna come claim your prize at least? You can’t end it like this now Els…” using that snake like tone of his that got most people to fall for his conniving bullshit.

“No, get, the fuck…OUT, you have five seconds or I’m gonna start swingin’,” it was a bluff of course, not that Elex couldn’t handle a fight between the two of them, though admittedly it wouldnt go well against the electrician, he wasn’t scared to use physical violence. It was simply the sheer weight of his illness already on his shoulders making it impossible to find any strength in his core.

“Come on now Els…don’t be like that,” Perry pouted, shooting a quick glance in the red head’s direction he was silently asking for him to join in on the convincing part of this strategy. Alistar watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and apprehension. He knew that Elex was not one to be trifled with, especially when he was already on the edge. Yet, Perry undeterred still looked to Al, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he tried to negotiate his way back into the car.

"Look, Elex, we had some fun, right? A little sneeze never hurt anyone," Alistar coaxed, inching closer in between the seats as if testing Elex's resolve.

"Besides, you know you want your cut of the job. We make a good team,” Perry cut in with a cheeky wink of his multi-colored eye.

Elex narrowed his eyes at the demon, his expression unreadable as he weighed his options. After a moment of tense silence, he let out a heavy sigh and relented, he HAD already made it this fair, thusly allowing Perry to settle back into the car. But his gaze held a warning that the electric wielder could not mistake.

"Fine," Elex muttered through gritted teeth, his hands returning to start the car back up and get back on the road. They drove in pure silence, minus the off sniffle or four from the badger as his fever began to run higher and his body throbbed with the need to be in bed. His brain screamed at him, every surface unclean, every breath was poison and fighting between the two was exhausting him past his limits.

Eventually, they pulled up to the drop off spot, and Elex screeched the car to a stop, deadpanning over to Perry as he spoke slow enough to not cause his throbbing head to ache anymore but steady enough to be understood. “Go in, drop it off, pick up the money, bring me my half, then uber the fuck home, got it?”

“Oooo so spicy, yeah yeah,” The electrician chuckled through his nose before stepping out of the vehicle, Alistar falling close behind.

“Think of me when you sneeze tonight, handsome,” the demon winked back at the green haired man. “And dont forget to hit my line if you wanna link up for that thing I mentioned earlier,” there was a curious sparkle behind the red head’s eyes, and it peaked Elex’s curiosity yet at the same time, annoyed him to no end.

“Ooooooouuuuut!” he shouted at the two of them who snickered in return as they saw themselves out and toward the entrance of the building. As the car door closed with a heavy thud, Elex was left alone in the vehicle. The silence enveloped him like a thick fog, amplifying the ache in his body and the persistent whispers in his mind. The voices seemed to grow louder, more insistent, “DIRTY….CONSUMED WITH GERMS…UNCLEAN! MUST WASH!”

His hands gripped his own thighs as he tried to get a grip on reality, his skin underneath sure to have bruises from the pressure. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as the panic began to set in. Images of germs crawling all over his skin flashed before his eyes, sending shivers down his spine. He could almost feel them, invisible yet suffocatingly real.

In a moment of desperation, Elex fumbled for his phone and dialed Sven's number. The line rang once, twice, before finally connecting.

"Sven," Elex's voice was hoarse, filled with a mix of fear and urgency. "I need you to come get me…please…” he couldnt explain further, he didnt want to break down in a fit of tears incase the other two men came back in the midst of it.

“Im on my way,” without any more words needing to be exchanged, the two hung up and Elex pushed his head back against the seat to try and center himself but the more he did, the louder his thoughts got and he couldnt remember the last time it was this bad.

Elex honestly also couldn't remember the last time he had felt this weak, sick, and anxious. The air conditioning felt like ice against his flushed skin, his pulse pounded in his ears like a drum, and his thoughts were racing. He could hear the soft sound of his own breaths, heavy and ragged with the effort of each inhale a few light stutters now and again to avoid another fit. With sweat pouring down his body, he wiped his brow with a trembling hand, praying Sven would arrive quickly.

As the car shook with every vibration of an approaching vehicle, Elex gripped the phone, trying to hold onto his sanity. In the distance, he could hear the faint hum of the two demons chattering as they approached the vehicle and the badger gained enough strength to roll down the passenger window, and lock the doors for extra precaution. Perry approached and tossed the large bundle of cash in the seat. “Here ya are bud,”

“Thanks,” Elex began to slowly roll the window back up before Perry stopped it with his hand.

“Wait seriously, no ride back?” the dragon looked a tad hurt by this, thinking surely the success of the mission would cheer the sickly badger up.

“No, my boyfriend’s coming to drive the car back, I feel like dog shit…walk, uber, fly, I dont give two flying fucks in the sky what you do, but Im not doing it,” choosing to continue rolling up the window despite Perry’s hand now, making the demon choose between crushing his own hand or giving up, he slid his fingers out of the way causing Elex to smirk a bit. The purple and green haired man scoffed, rolled his multi colored eyes, turned around and said something muffled to the red head behind him. The badger didnt care, he did what he needed to do, got the mark, got the money, now he just wanted Sven.

Gathering all his remaining strength, Elex dialed Sven's number once more. "Sven, it's me. Hurry," he whispered hoarsely, the desperation in his voice barely audible. With each passing minute, Elex's condition worsened. He snuffled, a wet and full sound that echoed the silent car. He groaned, but it was cut by a stuttering breath, he couldn’t resist it, his nose scrunched and his eye lids squeezed together. Without a passing moment the badger sneezed again, into the palms of his hands. “hdt’USSCHHIEWW!!! H'uSSHhhiew!” The vehicle shook on its suspension as the explosion racked the badger’s whole body. Particles of spit painting the flesh of his hands.

Elex groaned, letting his head fall back as he tried to collect himself. He sniffled, loudly, trying desperately hard to clear his full, swollen and reddened nose. “Why meeee?” He rolled his eyes back, just trying to center his breathing. The car trembled as he sat there, his heart pounding in his chest and his lungs straining for every breath. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes as he wiped them away. His head pounding like war drums while he focused his vision down at his hands. Trying to just stay present in the moment but once he looked down at his skin all he could see were the germs. Everywhere. The wet spots began to shift and transform. Crawling over his flesh and seeping into his pores. “Fuckin..STOP!” smacking his hands around, itching his arms now his whole body proceeded to tremble with the heebie jeebies. “UNCLEAN UNCLEAN UNCLEAN UNCLEAN,” the involuntary voices in his head began to chant, loudly, unescapable.

Finally, the distant rumble of an approaching vehicle grew louder, despite the slight relief it brought the badger, he still had to clap his hands over his ears. Trying what he could to find a semblance of rest from the torment. Sven. As soon as the engine cut off, he stumbled out of the car and made his way towards the driver's side window, taping the glass to get Elex’s attention.

"Elex?" Sven's voice was filled with concern as he saw the state his boyfriend was in. "What's wrong? What happened?” the badger slowly removed a hand from his head long enough to open the car door and rush out of the vehicle, wrapping his arms tightly around Sven’s torso and burying his face in his teal and orange locks, smelling deeply to receive a semblance of comfort. Sven immediately returned the embrace, holding tightly to his lover as his brows turned down in heavy concern. “Els?”

“Im sick…SNDdFf..and it’s…it’s bad..inside…” he couldnt make sense of any sentence he tried to form but he did his best between fighting the loudness inside his skull and seeking comfort in the body wrapped around him, silent tears starting to slip down his scarred cheeks. The cat began to run his fingers gently through the badger’s slightly dampened locks.

“Shhh…it’s okay, I’ll get us home,” Sven guided Elex to the passenger seat and helped him buckle up before rushing around to the driver's side. As they sped away from the scene, Elex kept his eyes closed, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations assaulting him. Sven drove with a sense of urgency, glancing over at Elex every few moments with worry etched into his features. He reached his hand out to lace his fingers between that of the other’s shaking ones.

Once they arrived home, Sven gently led Elex inside and settled him on the couch, fetching a cool washcloth and a glass of water. Elex clutched the washcloth to his forehead, his breathing slowly starting to even out as Sven sat beside him, offering a comforting presence, rubbing his back gently with the flattened palm of his hand.

"It's going to be okay, El," Sven murmured, his voice a soothing balm to Elex's frayed nerves. "Just focus on your breathing, in and out. I'm here with you, you’re okay, nothing is going to happen to you, okay?” slowly the voices began to soften, and started to be drowned out by that of the cat’s gentle one. The badger was finally beginning to feel the ease of his anxiety melt away, he took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth and finally opened his tear filled eyes to look over at his boyfriend.

“Thank you…” he spoke barely above a whisper. Sven smiled softly at Elex’s downtrodden face, his eyes filled with compassion and relief.

"I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're safe with me," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Elex's clammy forehead. The badger leaned into the touch, feeling the warmth and comfort that only Sven could bring him in those moments of overwhelming anxiety. He knew he was lucky to have someone so patient yet strong by his side, despite what a pain in the ass he could be as a person. He was grateful he had someone who understood his struggles and stood by him despite his egregious attitude.

As the night wore on, Sven stayed close to Elex, never once leaving his side. Showering him, getting him in bed, bringing him meds, soup, water the whole nine. There wasnt a care taking task left unmarked as the cat waited on his lover hand and foot while the badger lay practically comatose and leaking from his nose. Sven sat by the sickly man on the other side of the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the room. The night had deepened, and a hush had settled over the house. Elex's breathing had steadied, his fever breaking as his body finally succumbed to much-needed rest. Sven watched over him with a tenderness until he too could no longer fight the sleep that over took him, his arms wrapping around the other protectively.

The End

Authors Notes: I’m sorry there’s no smut 🫣 Don’t shoot! 🫣 but it was still fun, funny, sneezy and fluffy. 🥰🫶🏻 hope you guys enjoyed! I love feedback as well! Thanks for putting up with the dry spells til I get the chance to feed you all. 😂

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Falling For the Devil [Part eighteen: "The Visit to Fogwell's"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You leave The Bulletin late and Matt requests you stop by Fogwell’s Gym so the pair of you can walk back to his place together. The night quickly takes a turn you didn't expect.

You get very worked up over Matt’s sweaty biceps, he steals your underwear, and then Matt eventually proceeds to deliver on his word–thoroughly.

[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: 7.8k

a/n: This smupdate is your first encounter with what I like to call Spicy Matty. We see many sides to Matt in this series (especially in my smupdates) and I have named a lot of them (Super Soft Matthew, Feral Matt/Devil, Drunk Matt, and Spicy Matty). Enjoy the current biggest smupdate in this series, I got carried away writing this one... The rest of the installments on tumblr for this series can be found here.

Turning the street corner, you tugged your cardigan tighter around yourself. The nights were starting to get a bit colder now that Fall was finally here and you'd almost wished you'd grabbed a coat this morning–or at least worn dress pants instead of a skirt. But you didn't know you'd be working late at The Bulletin tonight when you'd left for work today, or that Matt would have called and invited you to stop by Fogwell’s Gym, the place he loved dearly because of his father and the place he also spent some nights working out alone. Matt had asked you to stop by after you finished work, offering to walk you back to his place for the evening since you’d both already planned to spend the night together.

You'd never gone with him to Fogwell’s before, though he'd talked about it a few times with you and you'd certainly passed it plenty of times walking around Hell's Kitchen. Now you were here pulling the unlocked door open and stepping inside, being hit with the distinct smell of a gym–sweat, rubber, and something like musty leather. You could hear a fast, repetitive thumping noise before your eyes found Matt across the dimly lit room.

Hesitantly making your way towards him, not wanting to interrupt, your eyes momentarily took in the multitudes of old and new posters alike lining the walls. They seemed to fill almost every section of wall space. In a few locations your eyes spotted the name ‘Murdock’ in large, bold print.

Eventually you stopped, leaning up against the side of the boxing ring a few feet away from Matt. He was in front of a punching bag, throwing a series of punches at the hanging bag with his wrapped fists. Tonight he was in a sleeveless shirt and dark sweatpants, his hair a slight mess from exertion. You could see the sheen of sweat over his face and his arms through the dim light and hear each sharp exhale and grunt from him with each smack of his fist into the bag.

Your gaze lingered along his bare arms, watching the repetitive flex and pull of the large muscles in his biceps and forearms, your lip caught between your teeth. You certainly loved those arms and how they had picked you up and would toss you onto his bed. Instantly a heat rose inside of you as you imagined him tossing you onto the mat of that boxing ring behind you, climbing atop you sweaty and panting. Filling the old gym with the sounds of grunts for an entirely different reason.

Matt’s punching drew to a stop, his hands darting out to grab the swinging bag and halt its movement. He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly as he glanced over his shoulder back towards you. There was a smirk drawn over his mouth that your eyes did not miss.

“I see you found your way here with no problem,” Matt panted out.

“I’ve uh, passed the gym a few times before,” you told him, eyes still taking in the sight of his sweaty, exposed arms.

He turned towards you, wiping the back of a wrapped hand across his sweat-slickened forehead as he gazed back at you. “Not quite the reaction I expected to you stopping by,” Matt commented, his head cocking to the side as his eyes narrowed a bit, landing along your chest. “You’re enjoying this a lot more than I’d have thought.”

He was reading your body, you realized. Blushing, you crossed your arms over your chest as if that could block him from hearing your racing heart and forced yourself to stop checking out his arms. Instead, your gaze rose and you focused on his face. Though the amused, cocky grin in combination with his slightly mussed hair and the sweat dotting his forehead wasn’t helping the growing desire in you.

It had been a week since you’d both had sex, Matt having been distracted with his Hardcore Parkouring–this week's new name you were trying out for what he did after seeing how he climbed your fire escape one too many times–and you had been struggling to meet some deadlines for Ellison at the last minute. There hadn’t exactly been time for sex. But now, staring at him in this sweaty, exerted state, one that reminded you of how he appeared post-sex, had your cunt throbbing with an unexpected need you hadn’t anticipated until you’d at least gotten back to his apartment.

He crossed the distance between you, dragging a hand through his dark hair a few times as his chest continued to heave. The smirk hadn’t left his mouth as he came to a stop just in front of you.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he ordered.

Feeling shy and put on the spot, you cleared your throat and quickly dropped your gaze to the floor. “Nothing,” you muttered. “Just uh, just was waiting for you to finish.”

He took another step closer, leaning just a bit forward so his mouth was beside your ear when he whispered, “Lie.”

You licked your lips nervously, eyes still downcast as Matt’s face shifted and his gaze fell somewhere near your mouth at the movement. Breath coming in short, you glanced up at him from under your lashes, eyes focused on his plump lips. It had been a few days since you’d last had the opportunity to kiss them.

“You’re thinking about me fucking you, aren’t you?” he whispered.

You bit your lip in response to his blunt question, a soft whine barely leaving your throat. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in satisfaction.

“I thought so,” he murmured.

His hips pushed into yours before you felt his hands slide down your hips, continuing down along the side of your thighs. Then he gripped them tight and pulled you up onto the edge of the ring before you knew what he’d been doing, and your upper back rested against the lowest rope as a faint gasp of surprise escaped you. His hands were running down the length of your thighs, his nose nuzzling in against yours.

“Thought you were in a skirt tonight,” he whispered.

You could feel a dampness beginning to pool between your thighs and he hadn’t even kissed you yet, the sharp exhales from his mouth near yours making you dizzy. Unable to resist, you leant in towards him, desperate to feel his mouth on yours, but he pulled back with a smug smile on his face. Frowning, you watched as his hands rose in front of himself, his left hand gradually tearing up the velcro of the wrap on his right hand loudly. He unwound the wrap frustratingly slowly from his hand, his gaze focused along your collarbone and that damn smug smile on his mouth as he worked.

“I’m not going to fuck you here, sweetheart,” he told you. “But–” he continued, the loud tear of velcro from the other hand wrap loudly echoing through the gym, the sound causing you to swallow hard as your focus remained on the darkened expression on his face, “–I am going to touch you.”

You whimpered in anticipation, your thighs pressing together, your cunt still aching for attention. Matt’s smug smile only grew as he tossed his hand wraps aside, his hands falling down to rest along your knees over your skirt. More wet heat pooled between your legs.

“Though you’re not getting off until we’re back in my apartment,” Matt warned you, “and I’m fucking you into the tile of my shower wall. So don’t get too excited, sweetheart.”

"What?" you asked, shocked and confused.

His hands slid your knees apart as far as your skirt would allow. Gradually his right hand slid to the inside of your thigh, gliding its way agonizingly slow up toward your underwear.

"You heard me," Matt said. "No cumming until we’re fucking in my shower."

Heat flooded your cheeks. You'd had sex with Matt multiple times now over the four months you'd been together, and you'd eventually gotten comfortable around him after the first few times–except for that night you'd had sex shortly after coming home drenched from the rain. That time you'd been as nervous to fuck him as if it had been the first time again, struggling not to shout ‘I love you’ with each thrust of his cock.

But never had Matt been like this . He was always sweet and caring. There was usually a little dirty talk involved, you at some points participating, but nothing along the lines of Matt about to finger you in a public setting, even if you were currently alone, talking about not letting you cum until he was fucking you in his shower.

Your heart raced a little faster in your chest, equal parts nervous and aroused. This was new for you. Exciting. And Matt, well, you loved him. Trusted him. And fuck if you wouldn't let him do just about anything to you.

The tips of three of his fingers lightly brushed along you through your damp underwear and a moan vibrated low in your throat. Matt's left hand clamped down hard on your right thigh in response.

"You okay with this?" he asked, voice raspy as his fingers ran gently back and forth along you.

Biting your lip, you nodded quickly in response. "Yes," you breathed out. "Please."

The corner of his lips curled upwards, his fingers finding your clit through the wet fabric and rubbing lightly. Your eyes partially closed, breath coming in shallower.

"Mmm, I like the sound of you begging," he purred, licking his lips.

Swallowing hard and trying to keep your brain from overthinking, you whispered, "Touch me, Matty. Please."

His fingers stopped their movements and you froze, worried you'd said something wrong.

"Actually, sweetheart," Matt began, sliding his hand out from under your skirt, the retreat causing you to frown and chew the inside of your cheek nervously, "I want you to touch yourself for me."

Your breath caught, eyes going wide. "What?" you squeaked out, panic seeping in.

He grinned, tugging your skirt up your thighs from your place on the edge of the boxing ring. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. The thought of touching yourself in front of him for some reason had you wanting to sprint far, far away from the gym right now.

Was he expecting you to be sexy? You didn't do sexy.

His hands finally paused, gripping the waistband of your underwear as your skirt sat bunched up around your waist. "You seem ready to bolt," he commented, his gaze focusing on your chin, cocky smirk replaced with concern. "Is this still okay?"

You bit your lip, face still burning and nerves rolling in your stomach. "I–" you began, pausing immediately.

You desperately wanted to fuck Matt and you were curious as to where this was going, but you were also terrified of embarrassing yourself. You'd never touched yourself in front of someone else before–at least not intentionally. The time Matt broke into your house didn't count because you hadn't known he'd been listening in.

"What's going through your mind?" he asked gently, warm palms coming down to massage your thighs.

Swallowing hard, trying to control your racing heart, you tried to find your voice. "I'm just…nervous. I–I don't really do the whole being sexy thing," you awkwardly admitted with a grimace.

A slow smile pulled his lips up at your words, his eyebrows rising on his forehead in something akin to amusement. "Really? Because I think you do it well–and often."

The snort fell ungracefully out of your nose before you threw a hand over your face to try to hide the sound. Matt only smiled back at you warmly.

"I find you very sexy," Matt assured you, hands lightly tugging at your underwear again. "And I think you touching yourself," he continued, tongue quickly slipping out to wet his lips, " because of me is even sexier." His fingers tugged at the waistband of your underwear yet again, his serious gaze fixed on your chin. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," you breathed out instantly, the immediate response drawing a smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes.

"You want to continue this?" he asked next.

Biting your lip, you slowly nodded your head in response. Your heart was still hammering loudly in your ears.

His hands carefully slid your underwear down your legs, moving slowly as if he was giving you plenty of time to change your mind. When he slipped the fabric over your feet, he tossed it across the gym and you swallowed hard.

"Relax," he whispered. "It's just us here."

One of his hands reached out, gently tugging your right hand from where it was gripping the edge of the ring and carefully he brought it down between your thighs, right over your clit. His hand released yours and landed back on your legs, gently massaging the muscle below it again.

Breath coming in short, your fingers resting along your anxious clit, your eyes landed on his bare arms and the taut muscles twitching with the movements of his hands. Timidly, your fingers slowly began rubbing gentle circles, your pulse quickening when Matt's bottom lip slipped between his teeth, a darkened expression returning to his face.

"That's it, sweetheart," he praised, hands both abruptly gripping your thighs tight. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," you whispered.

His hands continued to massage the muscles of your thighs as your fingers continued to tentatively massage your clit. Your gaze was focused on Matt’s face, his lip still drawn between his teeth and his eyes half-lidded as his own gaze landed somewhere along your racing heart. Occasionally his short nails would dig into one of your thighs and a soft, sharp exhale would roll out of your mouth. You were finding it increasingly difficult to be self-conscious when his hands on your thighs in conjunction with your fingers on your clit were making you feel so goddamn good.

Tongue slipping out of your own mouth, wetting your lips, your gaze dropped down to Matt’s sweaty torso. You wished that sleeveless tank top would disappear and stop obstructing your view of the rest of his sweat-dampened muscles.

"You want my fingers?" he murmured, sliding his right hand up towards your cunt.

You squirmed along the edge of the boxing ring, left hand clamping hard on it to steady yourself. Nodding quickly, you felt your desire burning in you, the nerves you felt a minute ago quickly disappearing.

"Please," you breathed out.

His index and middle finger rubbed along your soaked slit, a faint rumble of a hum coming from him. You whined as he continued to tease your entrance.

"You're so wet," he whispered. "All for me?”

Leaning back into the rope behind you further, a noise of affirmation vibrated in your throat. Instantly one of his fingers dipped inside of you and you whimpered, squirming along the edge of the boxing ring again. The single digit made a few slow, gentle thrusts and you bit your lip, wanting more. As if sensing as much, he slid a second finger inside of you and your eyes rolled back, your left hand darting out to grip the back of Matt’s neck as if it had a mind of its own. Something like a growl rumbled in his chest in response and your nails dug into the skin at his nape.

His fingers set a slow pace, pumping in and out of you, your legs slowly beginning to tremble along the edge of the ring. The pad of your middle finger kept its rhythm at the same time, drawing you closer and closer to your climax. You were far past caring that you were touching yourself in a gym with the way Matt’s two fingers were fucking you.

He stepped closer to you between your legs, leaning over and lightly catching your shoulder in his teeth, his saliva dampening your cardigan. You moaned, hips jerking up into his fingers needily, the pace of your own finger increasing. Matt’s teeth released your shoulder, his mouth planting a kiss on the skin just before your ear beside his mouth. This close to you, you noted how he smelled like sweat and something so wholly him, and the scent alone caused a shudder to tear down your spine.

A moment later his fingers slid out of you, your eyes flying open as you gasped. You had been so fucking close , why the hell did he have to stop? One of his hands instantly grasped your wrist, pulling your own hand gently away from yourself. Immediately you whined in protest at the loss of all contact. Searching for friction, your legs attempted to clamp together, but they were obstructed by Matt’s hips as he continued to stand between them. A gentle huff of amusement came from his mouth still beside your ear.

“I already told you, sweetheart,” Matt purred into your ear, “you’re not cumming until I’m fucking you into the tile of my shower.”

Eyes closing, you groaned loudly in frustration. Matt only chuckled in response, his hands working to smooth your skirt back down over your legs.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he told you. "Consider it me paying you back for last week."

"Sure feels like payback," you mumbled. "But not the kind you mean."

He stepped away from you with a light laugh, your eyes momentarily noticing the slight tent of his sweatpants before he turned. Your hands flew to your face, rubbing the heels of your palms over your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. You were past worked up at this point, half tempted to slip into the bathroom and finish the job. Though you knew Matt would know and you doubted he’d let you finish. With a sigh, you lowered your hands and slid off the ring, your attention shifting to where Matt had thrown your underwear a bit ago.

Only they weren’t there.

You frowned, your eyes slowly finding their way to Matt who had paused halfway zipping up a bag along the nearby bench. As if he felt your eyes on him, he glanced over his shoulder, a cheeky smile on his face as he held up your red satin panties in a fist.

“Looking for something?” he teased.

Eyes widening, you headed towards him, reaching up to grab the underwear from his outstretched hand. His hand pulled out of your reach at the last second, your underwear going with it. A coy smile slid itself over his lips as he stared down at you, his gaze fixed along your left shoulder.

“I want you to walk back with me without them,” he told you. “Can you do that?”

“ Matt ,” you hissed, cheeks burning.

You had never gone anywhere without wearing underwear before. The thought of something happening, with the kind of luck you had, weighed too much on your mind to ever try. And now he wanted you to walk the block and a half back to his place, wound up and panty-less?

Hand lowering, he held them out towards you suddenly. The coy smile slipped from his face, replaced with something serious yet again.

“I would never make you do something you're uncomfortable with, though,” he assured you. “ But it’s not that far of a walk. And only you and I will know.” He leaned forward, whispering into your ear, “And it’ll make it that much faster to get undressed and into my shower.” He leaned back, smiling warmly at you with your underwear still in his outstretched hand.

Your eyes dropped to the red satin in his palm, chewing your lip as you contemplated it. He was right, no one else would know. And it wasn’t that far of a walk to his place, either. Plus the lack of additional clothing to remove was an added benefit with how badly you wanted to get off already. All were valid points on his part.

Gaze sliding up to Matt’s warm smile, taking in the way he patiently waited for you to decide what you wanted to do, you surprisingly found yourself leaning towards letting him throw the underwear into his bag. Matt somehow always had a way of making you feel safe and comfortable–even to the point of being willing to try something you’d normally be too terrified to do. Like walking a few blocks in a skirt without anything underneath it.

“Alright,” you answered slowly.

One of his brows quirked up onto his forehead. “You’re sure? You’re not feeling like I’m pressuring you into this, right? Because I’m not and I want you to–”

“Put my goddamn underwear in your bag, Matthew,” you cut him off, watching the smile widen on his face, “because you’re just slowing us down now.”

“You got it, sweetheart,” he said, shooting you a wink before tossing the fabric into his bag. Zipping it up, he threw the strap over his shoulder before unfolding his cane. “Someone’s eager,” he teased.

“It has been way too long since we’ve had sex,” you stated, feeling a faint blush rise to your cheeks.

“Oh?” Matt asked, a grin still plastered on his face as he stepped towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “And for future knowledge,” he began, the two of you making your way towards the exit, “what constitutes too long without sex for you?”

You were proud of yourself when you refrained from saying anytime his dick wasn’t buried inside of you. Instead you answered, “Two days.” He huffed out a laugh and you side-eyed him. “What?” you asked.

He shrugged as he released his hold around you, the pair of you exiting the gym. Taking a moment to lock the door behind you both, he said, “Your heart is telling me that’s a lie is all.”

You glanced down at your chest, shock written along your face. “Seriously?” you asked in disbelief.

He turned back towards you, sliding the key into his pocket before he wrapped his arm back around your waist. Still grinning, he began pulling you along with him in the direction of his place, cane tapping lightly along the ground. “Yeah,” he answered, turning and shooting you a smug look. “You want to try that again?”

Brows furrowing together, you asked hesitantly, “A day?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “A little steadier but apparently not a full truth,” he told you.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning a little more. “Okay, you’re incredibly attractive and I like you a lot and I want to sleep with you all of the time,” you blurted. “Better?”

His arm around your waist squeezed you further into his side. “Yeah, that one wasn’t a lie,” he informed you.

“And what’s too long without sex for you?” you shot back, brows raised curiously.

“When it comes to you?” he asked, a hungry look in his eyes as he turned his full attention on you again, the look causing your heart to pound a little harder. “I want to fuck you all the time,” he stated bluntly and confidently. “If I never had to stop, I wouldn’t.” His voice lowered as he leaned in towards you, the pair of you still walking towards his place. “Your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt. The sounds you make drive me crazy– especially those little breathy whines that don’t quite make it out of your throat.”

You saw him bite his lip out of the corner of your eye and your bare cunt clenched around the cold air.

“Your body is beautiful,” he continued, clearly not finished whispering into your ear. “And the way your cunt always needs a moment to fit me–” he hissed a sharp breath in and you felt that particular part of your body begging for attention again. “Your smell–the taste of you–its like…a drug I never want to give up.”

A chill ran down your spine, one that had nothing to do with the cool night breeze. His voice alone was working you up all over again.

“But,” he said, straightening up beside you, tone easily shifting back to casual which always managed to give you whiplash, “I quite enjoy doing a great many other things with you as well. And as much as I love being lost in you, well,” he shrugged, “I wouldn’t have moments talking with you like this if I never stopped fucking you.”

You cleared your throat, your gaze dropping nervously down to your feet. “That was…weirdly sexy and sweet," you muttered.

Matt barked out a laugh beside you, the sound drawing a smile to your face. You loved whenever you made him laugh.

"So how are you doing there, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Cold," you answered.

Matt fought back another laugh, burrowing his nose into your hair. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't think about the cold. I promise I'll make sure you're real warm soon enough."

You melted into his side, enjoying the show of affection as he continued to lightly nuzzle the top of your head. "Why'd you want me to walk back without them?"

"Because I think it’s hot being the only other one who knows there's nothing under that skirt," he whispered into your hair. "But also, there's nothing… restricting the scent of you. So I uh–" he cleared his throat lightly, "–can more easily appreciate the scent of you. If it makes you feel any better, it's currently driving me crazy and I'm resisting the urge to have you right here on the sidewalk."

"Really?" you asked curiously, cheeks flushing despite the cold as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Really," he answered. "You still underestimate the effect you have on me and I wish you didn't."

Your arms both came to wrap themselves around his waist, your arousal briefly dulling at the sweetness of the man at your side. You fought the urge to blurt the words that felt like they were sitting just there on the tip of your tongue. You were in love with Matthew Murdock and refraining from telling him was getting more and more difficult every passing day. Thankfully, his apartment building came into view before you could make an ass of yourself and blurt out an ‘I love you’ while he was carrying your panties in his gym bag.

It wasn’t long before the pair of you were in the elevator, riding it up to the sixth floor. You’d managed to snag it all to yourselves, which Matt apparently intended to take full advantage of with the way he’d grabbed your hips the moment the doors closed and drew your ass directly into his growing erection. As your own arousal came flooding back, your eyes were glued to the numbers near the elevator doors steadily climbing up to ‘six’ as Matt’s left hand slowly snaked its way to the front of you, very faintly rubbing your clit over your skirt. A shudder ran down you as your mouth clamped shut.

A moment later the doors opened and Matt’s hands instantly slid to more respectable locations. You both exited the elevator, and as you neared his door in the hallway, your body slightly blocking Matt’s now obvious hard-on, you both awkwardly greeted the older woman who lived across the hall. It was good she appeared to be leaving because you were pretty sure she would not want to hear the sounds that were about to be coming from Matt’s apartment.

As you both stopped in front of his door, his arms slipped underneath both of yours, the front of him flush to the back of you, his cock an ever present reminder pressing into your right ass cheek as he focused on unlocking his door. The way he was breathing, chin hovering above your right shoulder, his breath falling over your neck with each soft exhale, was somehow on its own driving you wild. The anticipation of that goddamn door opening was killing you.

Finally you heard the lock turn, and somehow it sounded louder than normal. Impatient, you reached out and turned the handle as Matt deposited the key back into his jacket pocket. He chuckled, most likely at your overeagerness.

You stepped into his apartment and the moment you turned around, Matt slammed his door shut, immediately dropping his gym bag to the floor and tossing his cane to the side, his eyes burning a hole into your collarbone the entire time.

"Bathroom," Matt ordered. "Now."

Biting your lip, you turned on your heel, an excitement washing over you as you quickly made your way down his entry hall. As you skirted around his sofa and coffee table, your eyes focused on the darkened hallway that led to his bathroom, Matt's large palm came down on your ass with a firm smack that sounded out through his silent apartment. Your eyes widened and a sharp, surprised gasp fell out of you at the impact. Pausing, you glanced over your shoulder to Matt behind you. His hand was kneading the stinging flesh beneath your skirt now, a pleased smirk on his mouth.

"You're the one slowing us down now," Matt pointed out.

He patted your ass lightly and you continued on to the bathroom, gnawing your lip even more.

This man's sexual prowess was going to kill you someday, you were sure of it.

Turning into the bathroom, Matt reached around you and switched on the light–a sweet gesture since it was solely for your benefit. His hands were on you immediately after, one hand cupping your breast over your blouse, his other sliding its way up under your skirt as he pulled your back into his front yet again. His nose brushed along your neck before you felt his soft lips earnestly kissing the delicate skin there. Your head instantly tilted to the side, offering your neck up to him.

While he attentively kissed along the length of your throat, his fingers found your slickened slit under your skirt. The pads of his fingers ran back and forth through the damp arousal he found there a few times and your brows knitted together as your head fell back on Matt's shoulder.

"Please stop teasing me, Matt," you begged.

You felt his lips curl into a smile along your neck. Two thick fingers dipped inside of you and your eyes fluttered shut, a pleased moan vibrating in your throat as your head rolled further back along his shoulder.

"Better?" Matt asked beside your ear.

You nodded vigorously along his shoulder, eyes still clamped shut as you hummed out an, "Mhmm."

He chuckled, his fingers still pumping into you. His mouth was on your cheek, planting a light kiss there. "You're still not cumming yet, don't get too comfortable," Matt told you, amusement in his tone.

Your brows furrowed and you groaned.

"Not until–" he began, back to kissing your neck, his tongue running along your skin, "–I'm fucking that beautiful cunt–" he continued between kisses, "–into the tile–" he gently nipped your neck, "–of my shower wall."

Not sure what had suddenly taken over you, you turned on your heel, Matt's fingers slipping out from inside of you and your neck now out of the reach of his mouth. Your hands flew out, yanking up the hem of his sleeveless shirt roughly, Matt standing there briefly surprised and dumbstruck. A moment later he was laughing lightly, his hands assisting and helping you to remove his shirt.

Frantically you threw your cardigan to the bathroom floor and began pulling your blouse over your head. Matt stepped out of his sweatpants before you–boxerless, to your wide eyed surprise. Fully undressed, his hard cock clearly impatient as well, he reached around the back of your skirt, his hands finding the zipper of it as you began unclasping your bra. You freed your breasts the moment Matt was bending low, tugging your skirt off. With his mouth beside your cunt, he abruptly slipped his tongue out and licked the length of it and you bit your lip at the sensation, whimpering quietly.

Standing back up with a smirk, he stepped around the pile of discarded clothes and switched on his shower, warming the water. Glancing over his shoulder at you, he whispered, "Come here."

Obediently you crossed the distance between you, Matt's hands landing on your neck and drawing you into him. Eyes closing, your hands landed on his solid chest before his mouth was on yours. You could feel his cock pressing against you eagerly, pre-cum dampening your skin beneath it. Feeling like you couldn't wait much longer for him to fuck you, you bit down on his lip, the action slightly timid and impatient.

Matt broke the kiss, his brows rising onto his forehead as he glanced down at you, that smirk still present on his lips–ones that were swollen and glistening with both of your saliva.

"Relax, sweetheart," Matt urged. "I'm about to take care of you."

He stepped into the shower, one of his hands grabbing your wrist and pulling you in behind him. The warm spray of the shower washed over your back as you turned, closing the glass door behind you. But as you turned back around, Matt reached out, placing a hand to your sternum, just above your breasts. With a gentle force he pushed you into the glass of the shower door. Your nipples almost instantly stiffened at the cold sensation of the glass along your back and your ass. Matt’s other hand slipped between your thighs, his two thick fingers dipping back inside of you without any further preamble.

Your eyes slowly closed, giving into Matt as you relaxed into the glass, your head slightly rolling back into the shower door, warm water falling over the pair of you. The hand he had on your sternum slid downwards, coming to cup your right breast. Your back arched into his touch, pushing your breast further into his large palm while he began kneading the soft flesh. Your hands flew out to grip his shoulders, holding on tight to him. You felt him step in closer towards you, the warmth of his body soon radiating onto yours.

Breath coming in hard pants, your eyes opened, taking in the sight of Matt before you. His hair was soaked and clinging to his face, water droplets falling down his forehead and his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted as his chest visibly heaved, clearly garnering pleasure from how your body was reacting to his touch and the way his fingers were still fucking you with an admirable dedication that had you crawling closer and closer to your release. As if he sensed you looking, his gaze traveled up from your chest to your chin.

“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you answered him, voice so needy and unrecognizable. “Yes, Matt, yes.”

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

His hand released your breast and slid down to lightly brush along your clit. Your mouth opened hesitantly, uncertainty rolling over you, but a soft moan escaped your lips instead of words. His fingers continued to fuck you, but their pace began to slow as he awaited your response. Licking your lips nervously, you attempted to find your voice and ignore the nerves fluttering in your stomach. But the fingers of his left hand began rubbing with a firmer pressure along your clit and it felt so good you'd soon forgotten he'd even said anything. You moaned out louder, eyes half-lidded as your hips began to mindlessly buck forward into his hand, nails clawing into his shoulder roughly; fuck you just needed him and you needed that goddamn release he’d been teasing you with for the past hour.

“It’s just you and me, sweetheart,” he whispered, drawing you back. “No need to be nervous.”

Swallowing hard, your eyes opened and fell on Matt, nails still sunk into his broad, firm shoulders. His brows were pinched together, tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he focused solely on you.

Shyly, you uttered, “I want you to fuck me." But the words almost sounded more like a question after you said them.

Before you, Matt grit his teeth and a moment later his two fingers thrust themselves deep inside of you, hitting just the right spot. You gasped at the impact, nails helplessly grasping at him in response.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he urged. “Don’t ask.”

Fueled by the way his fingers were making you feel as they slid almost entirely out of you before he thrust them forcefully into you a second time, you met his eyes. With all the burning need currently filling you, especially with your climax drawing nearer from the fingers he had vigorously working your clit, you firmly said, “Fuck me, Matthew.”

His lip curled back into something almost feral, a growl rumbling in his throat. His two fingers slid out of you instantly, both of his hands now landing on your hips. You cried out in sheer frustration at the abrupt loss of all pleasurable contact. You’d been so fucking close , and even though you wanted his cock, you were tired of being drawn so close to your climax to have it ripped away yet again.

“Fucking hell, Matthew,” you ground out between clenched teeth.

He chuckled softly, guiding you by the hips as he shifted you around the shower to the opposite side of it. He spun you towards the wall and your brow rose before you felt one of his large palms splayed between your shoulder blades. With that same gentle force he had used not too long ago, he pushed you into the wall of the shower. Your hands immediately flew up to steady yourself against the tile as you felt him reposition your hips before him for a better angle.

When you turned your head over your right shoulder, you bit your lip at the sight you found. He had his cock in his right hand, stroking it slowly, your eyes drawn to the movement and remembering how much you'd enjoyed that wonderful appendage in your mouth last week before you'd last had sex. While you'd been distracted with the sight of his beautiful cock, his left hand had found its way to your ass, smoothly running an appreciative hand around the curve of one cheek and then the other, stroking himself the entire time, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His sightless gaze slid up towards your face, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips before his hand drew back. He threw it forward into your ass with a sharp smack that echoed in the shower and you gasped, your cunt throbbing in further anticipation. One of Matt's dark brows rose curiously, his head tilting to the side.

"You like that," he mused, his voice husky. "I'll have to remember that for another time."

"Matt," you whined, body feeling like it was past being pushed to its limit waiting for him to fuck you. " Please ."

“In that case,” Matt mumbled.

He grabbed his cock, no longer languidly stroking it while appreciating whatever he was picking up from your body, and teased the tip of it along your soaked entrance. You hissed in anticipatory pleasure–he’d been teasing you too goddamn long tonight and now, finally that beautiful cock was going to fill you and fuck you and nothing else mattered.

He slipped only partially inside and you both made similar noises of pleasure and relief at the contact. You felt the familiar fullness of him stretching you; he wasn’t wrong, he always had to wait a moment for you to fit him each and every time. Gradually you felt him sink inside of you deeper and you bit down on your tongue, back arching as your fingers gripped uselessly along the tile.

His hips rocked into you once and you moaned loud, eyes closing as your forehead dropped to the wet tile. Matt’s fingers tightened on your hips and you felt him slowly slide back before he thrust firmly forward into you again. Brows knitting together you grit your teeth, fingers attempting to grip the slick wall but there was nothing to grasp onto. You felt him slowly pull back again, your pulse quickening in anticipation.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to answer, but his hips slammed back into you, his cock fully sheathed inside of you. A cry of pleasure filled the shower in answer to his question. As he slid back again, setting a steady pace with his hips as he fucked you, the front of his thick, muscular thighs slammed into the back of you with each thrust. One of his hands glided along your wet skin, making its way around your hips and down your stomach until his fingers found your clit. The oversensitive bud jolted at his touch and a string of curses fell out of your mouth. Bucking your hips backwards into him, you felt yourself climbing slowly back up to the edge of your long awaited climax. You heard the approving growl that rumbled out of him in response.

“Take what you need, sweetheart,” he urged.

Continuing to match his pace with your own hips, you greedily fucked your hips back into his. Turning your head over your right shoulder, you looked back to see Matt behind you again. His brows were drawn together, eyes pinched tight and almost closed as a look of sheer bliss was spread on his face. His mouth was open, spilling out grunts and pants just behind you as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” you hissed at the sight.

Feeling your climax gradually returning to just within reach, you felt Matt’s hips begin to viciously increase their pace, thrusting himself even deeper inside of you. His left hand’s grip tightened almost bruisingly onto your hip while his right continued to rub deliciously along that sensitive bundle of nerves. You were so close to fucking losing it.

“Matt,” you moaned, eyes still focused on the sight of him behind you.

His face turned up towards yours, brows rising just slightly in an unasked question. Hips grinding fiercely back into him, more whimpers fell out of you. As if he knew exactly what you needed, he readjusted himself behind you, the new angle allowing his cock to hit you just right. You could feel your cunt tightening around him, gripping his cock; a deep hum vibrated in Matt’s throat as his thrusts became sloppy and unrestrained.

And then you felt yourself on that razor-edge of your climax and your mouth fell open, eyes closing. “Harder, Matt,” you whispered.

Eager to comply, he abruptly slammed your front fully into the tiled wall of the shower, his cock now pounding fiercely into you. The moan began to build low in your belly, but as his relentless pace carried on, it clawed its way up out of your throat, your head falling sharply backwards over your shoulders as you cried out Matt’s name loudly in the shower. Your body was shaking as you came hard on his cock, Matt moaning a beautiful noise you vowed to get him to make again as your cunt squeezed him in return. His hips somehow increased their movements, your ass slamming over and over into him behind you, drawing you through your orgasm until he finally came. He released inside of you, cock twitching as the warmth of him filled you. He groaned deep as he came; the low, gravelly sound filled with pleasure, one that drew goosebumps along your forearms despite the warm spray from the shower overhead.

When he finally stilled, the two of you stayed like that for a moment–both of you breathing hard, his cock still inside of you with his hands on your hips and you pressed firmly into the shower wall. You tried to steady your heart and catch your breath, your vision blurred and your head feeling abnormally light. Matt’s forehead fell to your back, resting between your shoulder blades as you heard him heaving rapidly as well. After a moment, you swore you could feel him smiling along your skin. Rolling your head off of the wall, you glanced back at him.

“What?” you breathed out.

His head shifted on your back, sightless eyes landing on your chin. “I told you you weren’t going to cum until I fucked you against the tile of my shower,” he said, amused.

You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes in response. “That was cruel,” you murmured.

“Was it?” he asked, pulling a face that brought a smile to your own mouth. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Okay,” you relented, “you’re right, I did.”

He carefully slid his cock out from inside of you before gently turning you back around towards him. You steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your eyes not failing to catch sight of the red marks from your nails along his skin. You frowned, one hand lightly brushing along the marks.

“Shit, I'm sorry Matt, I didn’t mean to claw you like an animal,” you apologized, wincing.

Matt smirked, one of his hands covering yours. “I really didn’t mind,” he told you. “I’ve certainly endured worse. And it was…kind of hot coming from someone who’s always so timid.”

Blushing, you glanced away from him. Instantly his hand cupped your cheek, drawing your attention back towards him.

“Hey,” he murmured, “don’t go hiding from me. I enjoyed all of that. And it seemed like you did, too.”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Smiling, he pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you. You easily slipped your arms around him, happily returning the embrace.

“For the record,” Matt teased, “I was getting nervous you were actually going to have a heart attack on me with how fast your heart was hammering right before you came.”

You snorted out a laugh, burying your face in his shoulder. “Stop it,” you replied.

“No, really,” he continued, laughter in his tone. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone’s heart beat that fast before. You might’ve set a world record.”

Laughter rolled out of you, your face still buried into his shoulder. His body was shaking with laughter alongside yours, the two of you quickly falling into hysterics together under the spray of the shower.

And as tears drew at the corner of your eyes, glancing up at Matt’s carefree face, his laughter enveloping you, you felt those little three words sitting there on the tip of your tongue once again.

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