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enchantdlunatic · 23 days

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ your sweet 666 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

sfw(ish) | soft raphael | fluff | enemies to lovers

raphael x gn tav!

notes: this is just me yapping while I try to figure out my thoughts on this idea, currently deciding whether to flesh this out into a full nsfw fic or not, we’ll see <3

☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾

♱ Scanning the infernal contract laid out before him, Raphael couldn’t help but smirk as he read over the soul binding terms and conditions he meticulously constructed to ensure this new client of his couldn’t squirm their way out of it. Satisfied with his work, he turned his attention to Tav, their body draped across the chaise in a peaceful slumber. As he looked at them longingly, he began reminiscing on a time where his partner was one of the pawns in his game. A desperate vagabond adventurer with a most unwelcome visitor in their brain, Raphael knew he had struck gold. ‘Impetuous fools’ he had called them in conversation with Korilla, but when he first met the party of soon to be mindflayers, he was enraptured by their leader.

Tav hated Raphael’s pompous and snide disposition, hated his stupid rhymes and pretty little words of nothing, hated how much he loved himself. Their alliance was purely built on mutual need, a means to an end. And yet when Raphael proposed a deal to obtain the crown of Karsus in exchange for his infernal weaponry, Tav couldn’t bring themselves to say no. They saw reflected in his eyes the same longing they felt, longing for something, someone. And as Tav signed the contract, they shared a look of understanding.

His stubborn pride would never let him admit that when Tav threatened to tear that contract of theirs in two during a heated argument, the thought of not obtaining the crown of Karsus didn’t even enter his mind. His only concern was losing whatever connection he had with them. Raphael was never one to grow fond of his clients, he always thought they were beneath him. Sure, he knew how to play into their desires, exploit their weaknesses, make them play along with his games until they begged on their knees for his mercy when they failed to deliver. But none of his clients made him feel the way Tav did. He came to admire their stubborn bravery and fierce attitude, even with that death sentence of a tadpole squirming around in their skull. None of his other clients would ever have the guts to challenge a devil. But Tav did. And it sparked something deep within him.

Raphael always believed he was dealing the upper hand, until every time he spent a night writhing under Haarlep all he could think about was them. How their touch would feel, the ecstasy they would share. He would always end the night calling their name out in a deep, breathy moan, a flush of red spreading to his cheeks in shame. He chastised himself for days afterwards. How could he be so foolish as to let a mere mortal infiltrate his mind and his heart? The devil himself, sin incarnate, was feeling giddy over some rogue adventurer.

When Tav delivered the Crown into his hands after Raphael had amended their contract a little too much for his liking, he should have been elated. Raphael got what he wanted, Tav got what they wanted, the deal had been fulfilled. But instead he still felt just as hollow as he had before they met. With no contract looming over their head, Tav could just walk away and the two would never cross paths ever again. Whilst they would never admit it, Tav only began offering their services to Raphael purely because they couldn’t bear not to see him, be near him, and their alliance over time grew into something more deep, more personal, more passionate.

Their relationship had begun as tumultuous. In all his centuries of living Raphael had never known how to love or be loved, and Tav struggled to let him get close to their heart. But over time they grew to be a formidable couple. The power plays, the fight for domination, the never ending game of cat and mouse, Raphael felt that he had finally found his equal. One that could match him, challenge him.

His nights of unfeeling and rough sex with Haarlep were replaced with long evenings of tender passion and warmth with Tav. Raphael couldn’t even remember the last time someone held him. And he cherished it. He showered Tav in love and affection, giving into every request, for he wanted, needed them to know that he was theirs, afraid that if he didn’t display his affection enough, Tav would leave, and he would once again be alone. But he pushed that fear aside, reminding himself he was loved, Tav was safe, and they were happy.

As he continued to gaze upon his little mouse, his chest swelled with pride and admiration. In the Hells, he had found his little piece of heaven. ♱

To be continued…

you can also read it here <3 <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works

#this is awful i’m rusty lmao #i’m trying to write things other than pure smut and it is HARD #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #bg3 tav

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pianocat939 · 7 months

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YOOOOO

IT'S TIME FOR A SCENARIO

Ok ok, so, it's like;

We have an MC that people normally see as someone who is very unaffectionate and who always seems to be on the defensive, to such a degree that people think that MC is someone who is Passive-aggressive all the time.

BUT

One day, the boys decide to visit MC at their home by surprise (because they had never visited MC before so they decided to visit him that day because the boys just wanted to)

Yap, at the moment MC will open the door/window (if the boys had decided that it was better to enter through the window) The first thing the boys see is that MC is in his pajamas, one which makes MC, who normally looks like is upset, look like a teddy bear.

And, surprise surprise, MC doesn't seem bothered by the boys' sudden visit to their home (there's only slight confusion, but nothing more than that).

The boys, who expected to receive at least one or another annoying comment or murmur, even a threat to get out of MC's house, are surprised to see the lack of the characteristic MC aggressiveness.

But, anyway, they accept the new discovered side of MC.

(Cut to some boys surprised by the hospitality and kindness with which MC treats them, offering to watch a movie or play one of the few board games in the house, even offering Cook them something)

In short, MC is totally someone who is much more meek and calm when he is in his home than when he is outside of it.

And the boys just love that, even planning to surprise visit MC individually more often.

(This thought came to me only because I imagined Rise! Raphael getting delirious about this, slowly thinking that every time he visits MC, he is actually returning home after a day doing his job ensuring the well-being of New York, being welcomed by his spouse -MC-, and simply living a domestic life)

(Meanwhile MC is just like: "Bruh??? ¿¿??")

NO SHIT-

MY WEAKNESS-

I hate cooking. I hate cleaning. And yet domestic life is one of my favourite troupes. Literally I am a hypocrite.

I-

…

I shouldn’t but…since I’m really fucking excited about writing my first part of my monster series (minus the 3 day delay with my trip)

Double mouthed lady Mikey who loves cooking for you. He feels so much joy when he has a big ass gourmet meal on the table, and happily loads food onto your plate with his chopsticks.

Don’t worry about leftovers!

He’ll take care of it…

By the next morning, you notice all the food from the night before is gone.

(IM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO SPOIL TOO MUCH OF THE CHARACTER ITSELF SCREAMING-)

- Celina

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt x reader #yandere tmnt #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #blurbs

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thegayestmferintown · 2 months

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Please take your time!!

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Can I have headcanons of the 7 princes + databables(Raphael, solomon, thirteen etc) reacting when MC expresses their filipino culture? (Like telling stories about the events, cooking their favorite sultural dish, etc)

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Feel free to delete it, and please take your time!!

Hello! I am not Filipino myself, so I didn't go much into detail. Forgive me for that!

I sadly couldn't think of anything for the dateables (idk why, my mind just drew a blank)

The only dateable I could truly think of a scenario with was Barbatos, but for some reason I couldn't figure out how to write it.

This takes place in the original timeline

Warnings ;; None

Relationship ;; I wrote this in a romantic sense, but can be interpreted however!

Type ;; Headcanons

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Lucifer is very much intrigued. He would love to learn more, but he would never outright ask you.

Lucifer is far too prideful to come out and say it, so you'd have to look at his body language.

The very slight twinkle in his eye when you explain, the small but noticable genuine smile that crosses his lips.

He very much enjoys your cooking, and will compliment you subtly.

He's particularly fond of the times you'll come into his private study and sit by the fireplace while you tell him all sorts of stories.

MAMMON ;; THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN

Oh, Mammon is all for it. He's asking you for recipes, stories, and recommending you sell both throughout the Devildom.

He's listening intently, and getting excited anytime you bring something about your culture up during conversation.

Although, if you bring it up, his face will immediately turn beet-red and he'll say something along the lines of:

"O-Of course it ain't i-interestin'! But I'm ya first man, ain't I? I g-gotta let my human yap ev'ry now 'nd again!'

He is so hopelessly in love with you, it's not even funny.

LEVIATHAN ;; THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN

I actually cannot see Leviathan being too concerned with it at first. He'd probably be more concerned with watching anime with you, reading manga with you, or playing games with you to really care about your ethnicity.

He'd more than likely start to point out characters in separate animes or games that share the same ethnicity as you.

If you were to make different Filipino meals for him, he would be absolutely over the moon. If you bring him the food, make sure you bring tissues with you.

He'd listen to your stories, occasionally making references to TSL, Ruri-Chan, or others, if possible.

All in all, He wouldn't really care at first, but he would become more interested the more time passed.

SATAN ;; THE CYNICAL FOURTH BORN

Knowing Satan, he'd probably already know a lot. And he'd hold it over Lucifer's head that he knows more about your ethnicity than he does

Besides that, he's perfectly willing to listen to your stories, even if he knows them already.

He's particularly fond of your cooking, and he will tell you that. He might point out subtle things that he'd change, but he doesn't really care if you take his advice or not. After all, he's not a chef.

If he finds any sorts of books that have to do with your ethnicity, he'd bring them to you and let you read them, after he reads them first though.

He would also love to sit down and read them with you, or to you, if you asked.

ASMODEUS ;; THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN

Asmo just thinks it's so cute! Especially when you're cooking, or telling him stories.

He might watch himself around your food, given his public appearance, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it!

He's truly fond of your cooking, he is. He's just weary of other people's opinions.

He loves listening to your stories while he does your makeup, or his own.

Even during his 26-step skincare routine, he's probably having you come to his room so he can listen to your stories.

BEELZEBUB ;; THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN

Marry him. On the spot. Beel absolutely loves Human-World food, and the fact that you're willing to make it for him? Oh, he's in love.

You may have to shove him out of the kitchen because otherwise, he'll eat all of the ingredients before you can even put them together.

If he manages to stay put and not eat any of the ingredients, he's watching you cook albeit while drooling.

He literally looks like an excited puppy when you give him the food.

He chows it down quickly, and asks you for more. Make a shitton, it'll go quickly.

BELPHEGOR ;; THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN

Belphie probably couldn't care less about your culture. If his twin is happy, he's happy.

The only time he'd more than likely be interested, is if he just so happens to fall asleep to one of your stories.

He'd start to ask to you come back, and eventually he wouldn't be able to fall asleep without your stories.

Obviously, he would, but with some struggle. It's Belphie, the Avatar of Sloth we're talking about here.

He's probably pretty fond of your food, although he much prefers your stories.

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nevarroes · 3 months

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Hi love your artwork sm 🫶 !!

I had a little question about Cas, seeing he’s a devil. Ya’ know how Raphael has a sorta “ascended true form” during his fight in the hoh. I was wondering if you ever thought Cas might have “true” form? If so, how would you imagine it?

ok I'm so sorry it happened again I was gonna doodle smth quick to answer this but I cannot get myself to. Cas devilslayer form will haunt me for eternity because I can't get myself to sit down and draw it😭😭

I offhand mentioned his devil form in this slayer ask because they... amount to the same thing for Cas. I see it as less of a “ascended true form” though for him and more of like a second form, if that makes sense? To me devils walk around in their normal form because they kinda adapted to it being the default with how it distances them from demons (who look more creature-like often) but also because they tend to deal a lot with mortals (you know same as I think gods appear human-ish to look more digestible for mortals)

anyways sorry... yapping🙏 but I imagine his "ascended" form to be about 8ft tall, originally it was white/gray like his usual skin color but with the Bhaal corruption its fleshy red now like skin turned inside out (hurts as you think it would too to transform). no discernible eyes with the horns (longer nd bigger) growing out from the area. As a slayerform the wings got replaced by another pair of arms that grow out of where the joint was, more spikes growing from his whole spine too. It's still a very elegant and human-like look almost if u compare it to raphael's though but that's very much on purpose considering who and how Cas is

and also thank you so much💜💜🌹

#blakemail #ok faurk maybe i can at least doodle the head design later let's see #don't ever trust me when I say this in regard to some creature form though .🤕#cas lore

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the-wise-guy-er-turtle · 1 month

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*Shredder all of sudden tackles Raph*

I FINALLY FOUND YOU AGAIN TURTLE!

-@shredder-the-shredhead

Gah! GET OFF ME YOU OVERSIZED TIN CAN! >:0

#raphael yaps #what's an ask box?

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theunholyrogue · 7 months

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if time could stop (REWRITTEN!)(bay!raph ending)

tw: angst, cursing

intro.itcs

“Let's do this.”

Raphael gazed up at the machine, his brow bone contorted into a frown as he listened to Donatello explain the controls of the teleportation device. If only it were on already, he would hop through with no hesitation– but of course his brother was smart enough to know that.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking of what was to come, but no plague of doubt consumed him over this. The Shredder would be defeated, they would take him down before he had a chance to take over their beautiful home of New York, and he wouldn’t drive his blades through your body another time.

Everytime he had went back to thinking about that night, everytime he turned his body around to look over his shoulder, he saw you pushing April out of the way and taking the fall for her, your blood oozing down over the blades and dripping to the concrete road below, your body falling to the ground with April catching you in her arms, the screaming, crying, and begging that you would make it. It made him sick to think about, and the turtle had blamed himself and April for your death. He blamed himself for not being able to block the Shredder attack, to stop him, or for even assuming he knew the enemy’s next move. He blamed April for being there, in the way, for not realizing what was going on. Hell, he even blamed you for being so compassionate towards your friend that you would put your own life on the line for them.

But, Raphael knew that it wasn’t your fault, or April’s fault, and at moments of clarity– he knew that you wouldn’t blame him for your death, that it wasn’t his fault either, but that was harder to accept. Because why else would you not be here, with him, alive and healthy if he had ran forward instead of moving backwards with his brothers? Why would he had given the Shredder a moment to change his trajectory and go for April instead of staying in the way and blocking him? It was his fault, surely.

“Two turtles at a time to keep the portal from going crazy and changing us getting stuck in the past,” Donatello stated before typing in on a digital keyboard and cutting the machine on. Suddenly, in the middle of the round frame, a purple, swirling mass engulfed the inside of the device, waiting patiently for the turtles to walk through.

“Casey, you’ll be keeping track of our vitals while we’re on the other side, or the past– I mean. These suits has built in monitors to keep track of our oxygen and respiratory rate, blood pressure and heart rate, and temperature,” the tech genius spoke as he handed his brothers a black suit that fit to their bodies. “April, you’ll be keeping track of the portals soundwaves and making sure that it doesn’t want to shut down and trap us in the past. It has an auto-correcting system but for precautions, if the waves don’t die down or a message alert comes up, just yell out. We have a communication system built into these suits as well so that we can you and Casey talking on this side while we’re on the other side.”

“Gotcha,” April and Casey both nodded, understanding their roles in this situation.

“The portal will act haywire at first whenever we go through, but it should calm down after a few minutes. Wait a bit and then send the next two over. If it doesn’t calm down, you know the drill.”

“Understood, Donnie. Good luck.” April responded with a confident smile.

“Raphael and I will go through first, so that Donatello can make sure the portal is doing what it is supposed to. Once it’s clear, he and Michelangelo will come through. We’ll wait for you on the other side and from there, we’ll defeat the Shredder once and for all,” Leonardo stated.

“Sounds good,” Raphael remarked before pushing his eldest brother through, “Let’s stop yapping and get to beating.”

Raphael didn’t hesitate to jump through the swirling mist, falling out through the other side– though once he looked around, nobody was in sight. Mikey, Donnie, Leo… nobody was in the empty lab.

“Leo! Where are you?” He called out, though he received no response in person– though his brother’s voice came through his suit. “In in the lab– where are you?”

Raphael’s brow bone contorted into irritation. “I am too. I don’t see you.”

“Guys…” Donatello’s voice echoed through the suit with a worried tone. “You two aren’t on the same plane anymore.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Raph?”

Raphael’s heart dropped as the familiar voice called out from behind him, his gaze slowly trailing the room as he turned his body around to face the direction of the voice.

“I thought you were…” You murmured, watching as the turtle turned around.

There, you were standing with a half-ripped bloody shirt, along with bandages wrapped around the upper half of your torso. You held your hand against your side, evident that you were sore from the attack. But… you were alive.

Raphael uttered your name in a whisper, the first time he had said it in five years.

“You’re… alive,” he murmured, causing you to tilt your head.

“Yeah, I’m alive?” You asked, a breathy laugh escaping your throat then quickly whimpering.

Raphael walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body. He slowly inhaled, taking in your scent and allowing his tense posture to relax since your death.

“Raph, are you good?” You asked, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his shell, dragging your digits up and down slowly.

“Raph, you have to come back. The portal is going crazy on our end. Leo’s already—,” April was speaking over the comms system, but Raphael pulled away and spoke.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I’m not coming back,” Raphael firmly started, his hands sliding down to meet your hands. Tightening his grip around your digits, Raphael continued. “I’ve been fucking miserable for five years. Five whole years. I’m finally feeling okay again. Goodbye.”

“Wait, Raph!” April called out as Raphael moved away and took a sai from his side, jamming into his portal and causing the mist to disappear.

He took a deep breath, before looking back at you.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt raph 2014 #tmnt raph 2016 #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt ralph #tmnt raphael #tmnt angst #tmnt fluff

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surprisingmarch · 6 days

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(𝗟𝗜𝗟 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗨) 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

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Lucifer loves to pamper you in every way possible, from the most glamorous dates, to the most beautiful and thoughtful gifts, he makes sure you're treated like absolute royalty, because you are his majesty and you deserve to be treated as such.

Lucifer is very protective of you because of his past, his whole life he has taken insult after insult from his jealous brothers and sisters and been ousted out of every little "click" his siblings has until he ended up completely alone. He's scared you'll get attached to some of his brethren and they'll let you in for a while then leave you in the dust and break your heart just like they did to him, he just can't risk that. So he tries his best to keep you away from them discreetly, like taking "shortcuts" through out heaven that no one happens to know about and that are really take just as long as the usual way but might be slightly more scenic at times. The only trick he has to make it seem faster is the fact he is one of the fastest flyers in heaven, no matter what route he takes, it will always be faster than normal.

There's very few people he will let be around you, some being Michael and Raphael, otherwise no one else is allowed near you. He would let Haniel hang out with you but she's a MASSIVE blabber mouth and when she does meet someone she really likes, which he knows she would LOVE you, she'd yap about her new best friend to everyone around and they'd all want to meet you too. "Ugh, social butterflies.."

Please tell him he is enough for you, the only reason he constantly talks himself up is because he feels abandoned and that's the only way he can feel like he has control over his emotions. Since his brothers and sisters won't praise him and neither will his father, he does it himself. When you do it's the greatest gift you could ever give him… all he wants is your love and attention, that's all he's ever wanted from anyone. He just wanted to know he was enough, so show him that he's enough.

He's the biggest love bug in the world, he wants to shower you in affection always no matter where you are and who you're in front of, he wants to give you anything and everything you could ever desire, he wants to give you all of his attention, all his love, all his admiration, all of his anything, always and forever and he hopes you feel the exact same way.

When you do pamper him, he is very grateful. He will praise you the entire time and compliment you in ways you didn't even know were possible. He'll make sure you're a flustered mess by the time you're done giving him a bath or cooking him dinner. Whatever task you do for him, by the end of it you will be a blushing and stuttering mess or he is not the morning star. It's the least he can do for your undying support and love.

Speaking of which, Lucifer takes immense pride in flustering you in public and in private, he makes sure to say some of the most detailed compliments he can think of and the most nasty pick up lines he has just to see that beautiful flush dust across your cheeks. It brings him great joy knowing that you love him so much that you would even flush just from a compliment, how cute.. and how lucky he is to have someone as amazing as you.

Lucifer is known for taking you on "restaurant dates".. which is really just one of the few very rarely used buildings in heaven redecorated on the top floor to be an extravagant Michelin star restaurant with Raphael as your chef and waiter. He makes sure that floor is decked completely out for his beloved, he considers every detail, even down the the dim lighting. The dates will be romantic and PERFECT or he'll die trying. You both have an amazing time every time and occasionally you and Lucifer actually just end up hanging out with Raphael and letting him eat off your plates and goof around together as a throuple. You like to joke that you have such an amazing time because of Raphael's amazing customer service… however Lucifer often pouts when you do that so you quickly retract and praise him for hours about it. You were planning on doing it anyway, but the joke would have just lasted a little longer if he wasn't so damn cute.

Speaking of how much work he puts into it, he writes down every little thing he does down to schematics and the layout of the so called "restaurant" and adds a "fake restaurant name" so when you ask to go to that specific one again he can decorate it the exact same, you know, to keep the dream alive. He also changes it to several different restaurants, and continues to create no ones, such as one of his favorites, "The stew chefs lounge". He takes great pride in his dates and the work he puts into them and you have to hand it to him, they're amazing.. more than amazing, they're absolutely perfect.

Lucifer loves to just goof around with you, of course he lets you tag along on his prank seshes but if you're ever uncomfortable with him doing something to someone he will absolutely back down and you'll both just go and harass some mortals or something instead. Or maybe go shopping! He loves to buy you things and as an angel, he has infinite money.

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#lil lucifer au #lil lucifer au lucifer #lucifer #lil lucifer au x reader #lil lucifer au lucifer x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader x lil lucifer au #lucifer x reader #gender neutral reader x lil lucifer au lucifer #reader insert #self insert #lucifer x gender neutral reader #y/n #gender neutral y/n #headcanons

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dalgursbate · 2 months

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make a mess, lioness (1/1)

Summary:

It's much easier to get the upper hand in a negotiation when you're the one on top. Or, Tav reads Raphael's diaries.

WC: 3,173 Pairing: Raphael/Tav Rating: E

Raphael knows how to wait.

The most intoxicating sins are those left to ferment, after all, to grow sweet with the flavor of futile remorse.

He smirks as he watches her leave, trailed after by her little party of yapping dogs. What pity that a soul as ripe as hers keeps such underwhelming company. In his mind, he is already rewriting their witless objections to his deal in verse: Oh, please, mistress Tav, how we beg you not sign – it’s the fate of your soul and the world on the line!

But she, oh, she is clever. Raphael knows she is. Clever enough to return to him, pen in hand, to take his deal and seal his destiny as the Archdevil Supreme of the Nine Hells. The mere thought of it is enough to make his toes curl.

Once he has the Crown of Karsus in hand, he thinks he will dine with her. For a mortal, he finds her to be surprisingly… tolerable. Perhaps she might even have a tale interesting enough to be worthy of his impeccable authorship. The smile on his face stretches a little wider.

Yes, right up until the end of the world, he will wait for her return. The quick sparrow may be able to fill its belly, but the patient cat will still catch it.

Raphael has never been so happy to be proven right as he watches Tav cross the threshold into his room once again, naught but two nights later. He is especially pleased to see that she has arrived alone. The little sorcerer has doffed her armor, electing instead for a tight outfit that boasts a rather plunging neckline. Clearly she is intending to talk, then, rather than fight. How utterly delicious .

He wonders if perhaps she had come prepared to enjoy the services of Sharess’ Caress, given the amount of smooth, dark skin she has left on display. Whatever the reason, Raphael finds he can’t complain. He is simply too delighted at how quickly she has succumbed to the temptation of his offer.

He smiles at her in the only way he knows how – devilishly.

“Ah,” Raphael sighs indulgently, “The curtains have drawn, but which play shall we stage?” The lyric dances off his tongue, and he finds himself repressing the urge to circle her like prey. “The one where the bird flies, or stays in its cage?”

“Cute,” she replies, unimpressed (feigning it, obviously), and as he watches her he sees the effort she has clearly put into her appearance tonight: hair neatly pulled back and a subtle black pigment smudged artfully around her eyes. Lips especially glossy. Part of him hopes that the foolish little girl has dolled herself up on his behalf, rather than for an evening of pleasure in the brothel he has made his office; how easy it would be, then, to persuade her to sign. Tav continues, “how long did you spend practicing that, exactly?”

“Little mouse, with you, the rhymes simply jump off my lips,” Raphael says easily, gesturing smoothly with one arm as he does so. “Do tell, have you finally been made to see reason?”

“Oh, I certainly have,” Tav replies, smirking, and she takes a deliberate step forward. Interesting, he thinks, that she seems so cocky. Interesting and annoying. “And I’m ready for you to give me the Orphic Hammer.”

“Marvelous,” Raphael says, and claps once. “I always knew you were clever. Then let us skip straight to dessert, shall we? All I require is your signature.”

“Hmm,” Tav hums in faux consideration, that infuriating smirk still gracing her lips. She clasps her hands behind her back and takes another, swaying slightly as she steps forward, moving toward him in a teasing, girlish manner. “No, I don’t think I’ll be signing anything, actually.”

“Hah!” Raphael barks a laugh, his good mood quickly becoming replaced by irritation. “Don’t tell me you think you’re going to fight me for it?” He expected more from her.

“Don’t be foolish. Of course not,” Tav says, voice playful and condescending as though she knows something that Raphael does not. She continues moving toward him, slowly, deliberately, looking for all the world as though she lacks any sort of fear or respect for the devil in front of her.

When she is about a foot away from him, Raphael finally smells it.

“You little rat, you reek of the House of Hope!” He snarls, his face contorting quickly into a mask of anger and loathing. The pieces slide into place for him, and he goes from irritated to livid in a single moment. “What, did you steal it and come here to mock me, you contemptible little wretch? Surely even you wouldn’t be so stup–”

Tav interrupts him with a finger to his lips, and he silences himself in surprise. He hadn’t realized that she had gotten so close to him, standing only a scant few inches away.

“No, why on earth would I do that?” Tav asks, still grinning despite Raphael’s blatant fury. She drops her hand, moving it to rest on his chest, and leans forward, her breath ghosting his ear. “I would much rather have you beg for the privilege of giving it to me,” she whispers.

“I–you–why,” Raphael splutters, and he suspects his face might be beginning to turn purple. “What in the Hells do you mean by that? Just what did you take from me?”

“Nothing, Raphael,” Tav laughs against his ear. The feeling of her hot breath tickling the skin of his neck sends a shiver of disgust through him, and his vision almost goes white with rage. “But I did read your diary.”

“You–you read–I,” his brain takes a second to catch up to his mouth, the words tripping over his tongue clumsily in a manner unbefitting of his station. He pauses long enough to breathe and consider her words. So she had read his diary? That alone was reason enough to burn her into an ash so fine it could be used as planting soil, but he still didn’t understand. “And, what, you think you can blackmail me?” Raphael asks, huffing a scoff laced with antipathy. “Nice try, little mouse.”

“Can you really not tell?” Tav pulls back to stare at him incredulously. Then, her face shifts again and she is looking at him from under her lashes, eyes half-closed and smirk once more on her face. “No, I think I can seduce you.” The hand on his chest shifts so that she can trail one finger slowly down his doublet.

Once more, Raphael laughs, and finds his anger dissipating somewhat as he realizes he still has control of the situation. My, she really is foolish. But, he has to know, “What, exactly, makes you think this idiotic plan will work?”

“So many of your entries were about me, Raphael,” Tav smiles sweetly, almost pityingly, and Raphael has to smother the snarl that longs to return to his lips. “ Never have I been so attracted to a mortal,” she recites, quirking an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean it like that, you imbecilic creature!”

“Gods, it was chock full of words like ‘quiver,’ ‘squirm,’ ‘writhe,’” she continues as though he hadn’t spoken. Her obvious amusement makes him long to throttle her, to silence the inane drivel that is pouring out of her mouth. But she just keeps talking. “Mentions of tastes to savor,” she purrs, before snorting, and he decides that he is going to kill her as slowly as possible, actually. “Raphael, there were metaphorical references to sperm. Dreams about me, even. I’m flattered, really, that you want to be the one to rescue me.”

She pauses then, to look at him with genuine curiosity. “Or did you not realize how badly you want me?”

“You think very highly of yourself, mortal. As though I would ever deign to bed you.” Raphael is shaking now, spitting out the words through gritted teeth, practically apoplectic and barely managing to stop from launching himself at the girl.

“Oh?” Tav asks, and leans back toward his ear. “Then why haven’t you pushed me away yet?” And the fingers dragging over his chest continue their path down his stomach, dipping ever lower until the tips of them reach the hem of his trousers and push just underneath, brushing against his abdomen.

“I–” Raphael starts, before realizing that he doesn’t actually have an answer for that. He frantically searches his mind for a justification, for anything that explains why he is letting her touch him like this.

Tav curls her fingers to scrape her nails lightly over his skin, teasing him, and raises her eyebrows in an insulting mimicry of innocence. “If you want me to stop, I will.”

By the Hells, why can’t he make himself say anything? Why is he not putting an end to this? Raphael swears that he will stop at nothing to claim her soul so he can punish her for this indignity for all eternity.

Her deft fingers unbutton him. “I need an answer, Raphael. Do you want me to stop?” He is horrified to feel himself growing hard as Tav runs her fingers along the waistband of his smallclothes.

Make that two eternities.

“No, damn you,” Raphael hisses, and then swears as she cups him through his briefs.

“Good boy,” Tav smiles, and Raphael thinks he would have preferred it if she had just killed him. That would have been less humiliating than the way a shiver runs through him at her words. And then he thinks of almost nothing at all as she pushes his clothes down his thighs just far enough to wrap her hand around him.

The drag of her fingers up and down his shaft is light, teasing, enough to drive him mad but not enough to offer any satisfaction. He distantly hears somebody whimper and the blood rushes to his face as he realizes it was him.

He does not have time to dwell on it, because Tav is lowering to her knees, smiling up at him while her lashes flutter prettily, and oh . Yes, Raphael likes the sight of that. Likes it so much his heart pounds with it. Likes it so much his cock twitches in her hand.

Tav grins triumphantly, but mercifully says nothing before licking slowly up the length of him. She runs her tongue over the tip, circling, before sucking it into her mouth. Raphael’s hand moves to her hair without his permission, and he finds himself tangling his fingers in her updo. He does not push, just enjoys the feeling of her soft tresses against his fingertips. For an absurd, repulsive moment he longs to card them through the strands, wants to pet her like some beloved cat.

She continues to tease him, alternating between sucking on the head of his cock and showering his shaft with little licks and kisses. Impatient as he to feel her hot, wet mouth engulf his cock, the sight of her like this — lavishing attention on him in an almost adoring manner, eyes closed and long lashes fanning out over her cheeks — is breathtaking.

Maybe, Raphael thinks, he will not torture her for eternities after all. It seems there may yet be better reasons to keep her soul.

Then, Tav opens her eyes to meet his, bright with mischief, and sucks him down to the base. Raphael curses, hand fisting in her hair, and at the roughness of it she lets out a little moan that he can feel, Gods.

His hips buck inadvertently, and Tav just takes it, so good and so perfect, and as his grip on her hair loosens she begins bobbing her head up and down in earnest.

Hells, he is not going to last long.

Tav must realize that too, because she pulls off and leaves him bereft, the cool air of the room brisk against his damp skin.

“Would you like me to ride you?” she asks, as though it is merely an innocent question and not, Raphael thinks, possibly the only thing he is ever going to want for the rest of his life. This stupid, clever sorcerer, and her stupid, perfect mouth. Her stupid righteousness and the stupid, innate magic that emanates off of her impressively. And stupid, stupid him, for letting himself become her gods damned fool without even realizing it.

“Yes,” he bites out, and tells himself it sounds more authoritative than desperate.

“Strip, and get on the bed, then.”

Raphael does, quickly, and by the time he is lying flat on his back, head propped up by the pile of plush pillows, he sees that she has removed her clothing as well. And dignity be damned, because he cannot help how gorgeous he finds her. How his eyes rake hungrily over her perky breasts and the dark, hardened points of her nipples, over the taut musculature of her powerful body, over the delicious curve of her shapely ass.

Tav allows him to stare at her for a moment before she approaches him. She gets on top of him in a smooth, practiced motion, and uses a hand to position the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Gods, she is so very wet .

Raphael takes some solace in the fact that his unseemly lust is apparently reciprocated, before he begins to grow impatient as Tav remains still above him.

“Well?” he asks, petulant.

Tav shifts her hips then, rubbing him along the slick heat of her. Teasing her clit with the head. She throws her head back for a moment with a gasp before returning her gaze to him. The look in her eyes is very serious, even as she bites her lip and uses him to pleasure herself.

“You know what I want.”

“You can’t be serious,” Raphael protests, because she can’t . The little tramp can’t do this to him. He will not allow it.

“Oh, but I am. Give me the Orphic Hammer, and I will ride you so filthily they will have to invent a tenth hell,” and Raphael can’t do anything but close his eyes and groan at the mental image that conjures. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, opening his eyes and leveling her with a glare.

“No.”

“Okay,” Tav says simply, shrugging a little, and begins to climb off of him. Raphael’s hand fly to her hips, instinctively trying to drag her back onto him.

“Wait, wait–”

Tav merely raises a single eyebrow and continues to pull away. “It’s really quite simple, Raphael. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to give me the Hammer.”

“I–” Raphael starts, and curses her internally. Who knew the little mouse would play so very dirty? He thinks that underestimating her might just be the gravest mistake he’s ever made. “Fine, fine, just get back here.”

She doesn’t. A slow smile grows on her lips. “So, just to be clear of the terms here, you’ll give me the Hammer if I bounce up and down on your cock?”

Must she be so crass? It is extremely distracting. “Fuck, Gods, yes, just come here, you blasted tease.” Somehow, he is even more ashamed of himself for being brought so low as to swear aloud than he is for giving up his precious bargaining chip.

Tav returns to her position above him, and once more he can feel the warm, wet promise of her dripping cunt against the head of his cock. She braces herself with one arm to the side of his head, and he thinks that finally, finally she will fulfill her end their contract.

But she doesn’t, leaning down to brush a feather-light kiss against his lips instead. Something in his chest tightens.

“Say please,” she whispers against his mouth.

Raphael is going to have an aneurysm.

“Please,” he begs, and Tav takes enough mercy on him to finally sink down, slowly, onto his cock. He cries out at the feel of her, how gloriously tight she is. The walls of her sex flutter around him as he stretches her out, and he takes a moment to be thankful that all she wants is the Hammer. Raphael does not think he would be able to deny her anything right now.

As she seats herself against him, Raphael’s hands flex where they still grasp her hips.

Tav kisses him again, like she means it this time, deep and passionate and filthy. Raphael moans into her mouth, helpless to do anything but kiss her back. Later, he will seriously need to figure out who, exactly, this woman is and what it is that makes her so special. But for now, he cannot even string together a semi-coherent thought.

Tav ends the kiss and pulls away to begin riding him, slowly at first and then in earnest. She plants her hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin as she angles her hips so that he slams into the most sensitive parts of her. She throws her head back as sweet, plaintive moans erupt from her throat, and Raphael wonders if he could craft a spell that might allow him to capture those sounds in a bottle so he can drink them in forever.

Raphael can sense his release building, quickly, and he wants to tell her to slow down, wants her to let him savor this for as long as possible, but the pace she sets is brutal and unforgiving and too, too good. His orgasm washes over him and he cries out, shuddering as Tav squeezes rhythmically to milk as much spend from his cock as possible.

Tav climbs off of him once more. Raphael watches, speechless, as she swipes two fingers through the mess he made inside her and sucks them into her mouth. His cock twitches with vain interest at the sight of it, too drained to do anything more.

“Mmm,” she hums. “You taste good, you know.”

Raphael isn’t even sure how to categorize the noise that leaves his mouth.

“Anyway, I’m headed off back to the House of Hope to collect my earnings,” Tav says nonchalantly, seemingly unruffled by what was, for Raphael, completely life-changing. She begins to dress herself. “Besides, I promised Haarlep I’d come back anyway so he could take my form. In return for the diaries, I mean.”

A rush of warring emotions fills Raphael at once. Fury at the betrayal and a ghoulish sort of possessiveness over Tav, primarily, but there is also no small amount of joy at the thought that he will have access to her body in perpetuity through his incubus. And that he will get to cum again through Haarlep’s use of her.

Tav begins to leave, and Raphael lets her. He is powerless to stop her. But as she reaches the door, she spares one last look back at him.

“Oh, and when this whole business with the brain is sorted out, maybe we could get dinner.”

Raphael swallows. Nods.

He is so entirely, utterly fucked.

#bg3 #my fic #raphael/tav #haarlep/tav #bg3 raphael

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How the TMNT rebound found the kraang

Warnings: self oof jokes

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“I could be at home listening to my music and working out right now, but you guys had to go and drag me out here to find Don’s stupid bot.“ Raph complained, trailing behind the other turtles. They jumped across rooftops, looking for Donnie’s robot, metalhead. In their previous battle, they had to leave him behind because the Shredder was just too powerful.

Leo sighed, “Raph, it isn't even that bad. Your ear grating rock music isn't gonna run away and disappear.“

“Hah. Imagine being too wussy to listen to rock music?“

“I'm not a wussy. I just know what real music is.“

“If you two could stop yapping for once, that'd be great.“ Donnie sighed, “We get it. You guys hate each other. Now let's focus on finding metalhead.“

“Hey, I don't hate Raph.“

“I hate you, though.“ Leo shot Raph a look.

“Aw, come on, guys! We´re brothers! We shouldn't hate each other!“ Mikey was trying to stop them before they really started arguing, but they just ignored him.

“I think Leo just can’t handle how much better I am.“

“Better? You? The egotistical, annoying, rebellious, hotheaded, and stubborn idiot?“

“Shut up. You were an accident.

“Technically, we´re all accidents here–“

Both Leo and Raph said at the same time, “Not now, Donnie!“

“Wow. Way to appreciate my impeccable genius.“

“No one asked, dude.“ Raph rolled his eyes.

“Guys?“ Mikey tried getting their attention.

“For once, I’m with Raph.

“Oh dear universe, why is everyone against me?“

“Guys?“

“Everyone's against you? You guys literally tell me to kill myself daily.“ (<-- affectionately :3)

“Because you should, stick-up-your-butt leader.“

“Thanks a lot, dumb–“

“Guys!“ They all turned to Mikey, “I see metalhead!“ Mikey pointed down to the roads, where a damaged and deactivated metalhead lay.

“No wonder the tracker could barely get a signal! Does Shredder know how much work and materials I put into that thing?!“

“I don't think he cares. And neither do I.“ Raph headed to the edge of the rooftop they were on and climbed down the fire escape, the others following behind. As they reached metalhead, Donnie´s energy tracker had started going crazy out of nowhere. “Uh. Don, your tracker is buggin’ out.“

“Yes, Raphael, I see that very clearly.“ Donnie followed the energy signatures to a nearby wall. “Strange..“

“So can we go home now?“

“Hm. I—“ Suddenly, a guy just.. phased through the wall?! “Huh?!” Leo immediately pulled out his katanas and got in front of his brothers. “We should go! We can’t be seen by humans!

The guy looked at them, before a robotic voice spoke, “Witnesses. And mutants.”

“Uh- we’re sorry, sir! We just..” The man suddenly turned into a robot, Mikey trailing off as the wall turned into an entrance to what looked like a secret lair, but there were tons of robots and.. Aliens?!

“Okay, time to go– Leo!” Leo had suddenly charged and tried to go for a swing at the bot, before they all had a net thrown at them that captured all four. Leo’s eyes widened and he looked around frantically, seeing his katanashad fallen out of reach and outside the net. “It’s okay guys.. I- I’ll get us out! We’ll be fine!”

“You’re panicking, Leo.”

“I'M NOT PANICKING! YOU’RE PANICKING! SHUT UP, DONNIE! What if something happens to us..?!”

“Are you an idiot?! We could’ve just ran away!--” Raph cut off as the robot picked them all up in the net and carried them inside the hideout. There’s lots of advanced tech and robots inside, everything looks so.. Futuristic. Alien. Donnie looked around in awe and was talking about all the tech, Leo was panicking and thinking of the worst things that could happen to his brothers, Mikey was trying to reassure Leo they’d be fine, and Raph was frustrated and squirming around, trying to get out.

..yeah they probably wouldn’t make it out of this.

“Donnie! Use your tech bo or something!”

Donnie looked back at Raph and snapped out of whatever nerdy rant he was yapping about. He rolled his eyes and reached for his tech bo behind him and used a saw feature in it to cut open the net, freeing them. Leo breathed a sigh of relief and took out a dagger from his pouch. It wasn’t as effective as his katanas, but he didn’t have them right now.

“Time to lock in, boys.” Raph pulled out his sai. Soon. lasers were flying all over the place, each turtle narrowly dodging them and taking the bots down with ease.

“You know, for robot aliens..” Donnie said, swinging his tech bo to knock out another, “These robots are quite easy to defeat!”

“You’d think they’d be harder.” Leo stabbed a bot sneaking up on Raph from behind. They all took care of most of the bots. There were surprisingly only a small number of bots.

“See, Leo? I told you we’d be fine.” Mikey took down the last few.

“This is a relatively small group of them. If there’s a whole alien race, I’m assuming there’s bigger groups and stronger versions.”

“Okay. So.. THERE’S ALIENS NOW??” Leo went right back to freaking out, “What if they come for us?! Hurt you guys?–”

“Calm down, Lame-o-nardo. We took down the junk scraps easily, we’ll be fine.”

“I told you to stop calling me that, Raph..” They all stopped and turned when they heard a shuffle somewhere.

“Did we leave one?”

“Oh, gee, I don’t know, Lame-o-nardo, let’s go see.”

“Why do you always do this..” The turtles followed the shuffle noises and found a bot, hiding behind a rack of weapons. “Alright, let’s–”

“Wait! I mean no harm!” The bot said, “Let me explain..”

“Make it quick.”

“Yeah, or else Leo over here’ll start cussin’ ya out.” Leo nudged him.

“Just let it talk already.” Donnie sighed.

“Okay.. so, uhm, you can explain now.” Mikey looked at the robot, trying to ignore raph and Leo wrestling each other in the back.

“My name is Bishop. I’m one of those aliens you fought– but I’m not like them! You see.. We are Kraang. An alien race that has been dominating planets and universes for thousands of years. Enslaving them. The kraang are cruel, ruthless monsters.. The only reason this world has not been taken over, is because our mutagen does not work here like it should.”

“Mutagen?” Leo paused his fight with raph and his attention turned towards Bishop.

“Yes, Mutagen. Normally, it turns species into non sentient slaves to do our bidding. But here on Earth, it only mutates what it touches into monsters. I recognize that you four are victims of this mutagen..”

“That’s.. So, your alien race is the only reason we’re here? Like this?”

“Indeed. And I tell you now, impending doom is coming for you all. The ones you faced are of the lowest rank in our species. There are horrors you have not yet seen.”

“We.. we’ve gotta stop this.”

“For once, I agree with Leo.”

“Yes, you should. I will help you.”

“How? Aren’t you one of the lowest ranks?” Mikey asked, “No offense! I’m sorry if that sounded mean..”

“None taken. I will spy on the kraang for you.”

Donnie got an idea and handed Bishop a device, “Here, this is connected to my robot. We can keep in touch.”

“Oh, and, I'm Leonardo, that’s Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello.”

“Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello. I will help as much as I can. You must go now. HQ will surely get a message about one of the hideouts being overtaken.”

“One of?”

“There are multiple. Now you must go.”

Leo nodded, “Thank you, Bishop.” They went through the secret entrance they came from, and when they turned back, it was a normal wall again. Leo picked up his katanas and sheathed them.

Donnie picked up the damaged metalhead. “Let’s go to his material hotspot. It’s far, but we’ll need metalhead to talk to Bishop.”

“Sounds like a plan, Donnie.”

“Leo. I know we’ve got to take down the shredder, but we should prepare for the kraang first.”

“Raph, we’ll talk about that later. Besides, if we get the shredder out of the picture, things’ll be easier.”

“But we should deal with the bigger threat–”

“No more fighting! Let’s just go get metalhead’s materials..” The two turned to the youngest brother.

“..fine. Mikey’s right. We won’t get anywhere if we keep arguing right now. The three followed behind Donnie as they went to go fix metalhead.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #tmnt rebound #tmnt fan iteration #tmnt iteration

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