#ticklish!raphael

[kanene-yaaay]

WAIT WAIT WAIT I WAS *NOT* READY FOR THE CUTENESS AND PLAYFULNESS OF THIS OH GOOOSH!!!

Okay, first of all, the thought of Donnie and Mikey teaming to tickle someone is 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 I am LOOKING so MUCH. And a giggly Raph too? Aaaa so much precious and adorable. I live for this scenario ♡♡♡

For the prompts, can I please ask for Raph and 57? :DDD Ur blog is amazing

Thank you for the prompt and you’re amazing Kanene!!!! Prompt list is here! …

“Hey! Guys! This is a serious matter!” Raph growled out. To be intimidating. Yes, so he could intimidate these idiots into doing what they’re told. That’s the only reason why.

“Ah but we are simply doing as told, dear brother!” Donnie smirked, pulling down on his right arm as he mercilessly dug into his armpit. 

“Leo just said to practise our training by sparring with you!” Mikey chirped from the exact same position on his left. 

“Exactly!” Raph roared. Oh pizza supreme the laughter was really coming now. The giggles building and building. His chest awkwardly heaving to keep it down. He can’t take this much longer. But… refuse to give in… can’t let baby brothers win. “This isn’t sparring!”

It looked like Raph was going to explode. His face bright red and his entire being was tense. He was still flinching when their tickling fingers caught a sensitive spot. 

“But it will take you down!” Mikey roared back just as loudly, maybe with a slight maniacal tinge. 

“Any moment now…” Donnie mumbled, both of their hand never once stilling from their relentless attack. 

Raph snorted but kept it in. His chest aching to bellow out his laughter. His legs shaking so badly now. 

“Just a little bit longer…” Mikey cooed. 

“Guys!” There’s no way he should speak. If he opens his mouth then all the laughter will come flooding out. “Ta-take this…. Heh… Seriouslyyyyy ahahah! AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“And lift off baby!”

“And lift off!” 

Both his brothers cheered as he immediately flopped over them, they gently laid him on the floor. His feet kicking out as he lost himself in laughter. It tickled! So much!

“We beat Raph, we beat Raph, we beat Raph!” Mikey cheered, somehow tickling him harder. 

Now he was laying down, Donnie was making the use of the extra space. A quick tickle under his chin. A crawl up along his arm. A pinch to his side. 

“AAAHAHAHA! HAHAHA! G-guys! HAGAHA! Okay okay! Okay! Hahaha! You win!” 

His younger brothers instantly turned to Leo with eager and proud grins. 

“Uhhh not exactly what I had in mind…” Leo awkwardly trailed off. As new leader, does he tell them off for deliberately misunderstanding him… or as a younger brother, cheer them on for taking Raph down a peg. 

Raph did look ridiculous having stood there for three minutes just taking their tickling like it was nothing. 

“But good job! An enemy may have any kind of weakness…” Leo cheered after a long dramatic pause to build the tension. Raph only sighed in fake exasperation as Donnie and Mikey high-fived. 

[sparetheninja]

Can I request that the reader has a snort laugh and the turtles find out by tickling them and the reader gets embarrassed by it and hides there face but they turtles reassure them that it’s cute and tickle them more please and thank you

WAHHH THAT SOUNDS ADORABLE !!! I genuinely loved writing this (as a lee) aaahhehehehe ….. sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you expected cause tbh ….. it didnt turn out the way i expected. But i TRIED. And izTs like 3 am rn.

« Give me that remote ! »

The turtles find out you snort and, oh boy, do they love it.

Includes: Tickling !!

Lee: (gender neutral) Reader ,

Ler’s : Leo , Raph , Donnie & Mikey

Itteration: written as 2003 but it can be imagined as any itteration <3

Words: 1,014

“I’m telling you, the origional star trek series is way better than the next generation !!” Mikey attempted to grab the remote from your hand, yet you managed to lift it just out of place for him to not be able to reach it.

“You’re only saying that because its nostalgic.” You fought back.

Everyone in the lair loved watching movies and old shows. Especialy on saturday when you had no school/work. Its become a tradition where you would buy the best candy in New York City and you and your strange little green friends would choose a show or a movie to watch (and eventually fall asleep to).

You had, for good reason, chosen to watch Star Trek: The Next Generation, but the orange masked turtle himself was begging to watch the origional series.

“If we are gonna watch something Star Trek related, we have to watch the origional!” Mikey tried to jump to the controler but you managed to slip past him with the remote.

“Geez, Mikey. Can’t we just watch the origional series next saturday?” Donnie, who was sitting next to both of you and had to deal with most of the pushing and play fighting, spoke up with a sigh.

“Pshh, kids.” Raph, who was next to Donnie again, rolled his eyes.

Leo was standing behind the couch, standing over all of them with a small smile on his face. It was always humerous with you around. “I don’t have a say in this, but the nostalgia of the origional series hits hard.”

“Exactly!” Mikey cheered before looking back at you with a threatening look. “Now, give me that remote…”

You decided to see just how far he would go to get this remote. “You gonna fight me for it?” You said, knowing full well the youngest turtle wouldn’t even think of hurting a hair on your body.

“Oh, you asked for it…” Mikey slowly crawled himself towards you.

There was no way Mikey would actually hit you… right? Over a remote? Over a joke?

Thats when you saw that grin. That cheeky little grin on his face. A grin that basically told itself what would happen.

But before you could react any further, Mikey jumped on top of you, holding your right hand above your head, the hand that held the remote, and sitting on your legs.

Instead of grabbing the remote, which he could’ve easily grabbed by now, he pinched your sides.

No way. No how. You had never told the turtles about your ticklishness before because you were horrified they would discover your snort…

“Nohoho- snort Wahahait!!”

Shit. It had only been a second and you were already snorting.

You felt Mikeys hand thankfully pull away in an instant, but when you opened your eyes, you saw all four of the turtles. Staring at you.

No way this was happening.

Donnie seemed intrigued, you could basically see how much he wanted to smile just by looking into his eyes. Raph had raised an eyebrow whilst grinning at you. He thought it was hilarious how embarrassed you seemed. Leo just stood right over you holding back a chuckle from just how adorable your snort was, whilst Mikey; oh, this guy was glowing.

His smile seemed to grow ten times its size and he had a new glimmer in his eyes.

Your face quickly turned into a crimson red, pretty much resembling Raph’s mask, as you covered your face with your hands. “Oh god…” you muttered.

“Whahat was that?” Mikey held back his excitement whilst asking a question he already knew the answer to.

“If you-” you huffed, not knowing what to say. “That- you- you didn’t hear that. That was… wh- that was your imagination.” You felt your face glowing red. Even though you tried to cover it, it seemed like he redness was glowing through your hands.

“That was ADORABLE !!” Mikey squealed.

Wait… what?

“I didn’t know you were capable of doing that.” Donnie grinned, finding your snorting fascinating (as Spock would say).

“Wh- no its not cute, its embarrassing!” You managed to sit up, still partly covering your face.

Leo placed a hand on your sholder, causing you to flinch a bit. “Embarrassing? You haven’t even heard Raph yet.”

“Hey…” Raph grunted in a low tone.

“Besides, i wanna hear that cute laugh again.” Leo said as he wiggled his fingers across your side.

Did they really find your laughter cute? “Whahat?”

“Yeah, that was adorable!” Donnie added, sitting next to you and smiling.

Mikey nodded excitedly. “Yeah, you shouldnt be embarrassed of your laugh. Especially since its so cute!!”

Raph cracked his knuckles. “Oh, we’re totally doin’ this.” He spoke, still in a low tone, but more teasing this time. “Get ‘em!” Raph shouted as Mikey held your legs to stop you from kicking around whilst repeatedly squeezing your thigh, causing you to scream out laughing and snorting. Raph was sitting on the floor, digging one of his hands into your hips and the other into your stomach.

Donnie and Leo didn’t hold back either. Leo held both your hands above your head with one hand and ised the other one to scribble along your side whilst Donnie attacked your ribs.

“WAHAHA- snort WHAHAIT!! I CAHAHA- snort snort CAHAHANT!!” As much as you wanted to die from the embarrassment, knowing that the turtles found it cute made you less insicure about it and it actually made you feel happy as well. It was a tickle session you actually enjoyed.

“You can’t?” Mikey asked the question that wasn’t a question. “Too bad!”

“Yeah, thats right!” Donnie cheered on, loving the sound of your snorting and laughing. “You’re not going anywhere!”

“This might just be better than binge watching old shows,” Raph said. “We should do this every Saturday instead.”

“NE- snort NEHEHEVER!!”

You knew you couldn’t get out. I mean, they have been training since they were pretty much babies! No way you would ever get out of this.

In your mind you sighed cause you knew you were going to be here for a while.

[tastybluesprite]

Lol finished it! It’s based off my fic were they rope Donnie into their little game and tickle him lmao

Also funny thing how I hardly draw Raph and he looks the most well done here lmfao talk about irony. Hope you guys like it thooo!!!

[tastybluesprite]

MY HEART AHHHHHHHHHHHH /POS

THIS IS SO CUTTE I LOVE LEE RAPH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

FIRST FANFIC ALERT WOOP WOOP 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

This idea was suggested by @sunsetsandsunshine!

Idea based on the episode where Mikey had his first solo mission, but raph was over protective

After raph facing a week straight of guilt, Mikey found a way to cheer him up!

Tw: kinda sad at the start, tickles

Warning for bad and long story, I've never wrote this stuff before💔

Lee: 🐢❤

Ler: 🐢🧡

Others in the story: Donnie, Leo

Enjoy!

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It was a normal day at the turtles Lair, Mikey spray painting the empty walls like a canvas, Leo skateboarding to break a record, Donnie in his lab.

All was normal besides raph.

It had been a week since Mikey's first "solo" mission that raph has messed up.

Mikey seemed to get over it by the time 3 days had passed, but raph? He was drowning in guilt, barely even looking at Mikey anymore.

He sulked inside his room, which he barely even was in most of the time.

Mikey, not sure if he had been the only one to notice raph's sudden mood swap, went to ask the others about it.

He made his way to the skateboard ramp, clearing his throat before speaking.

🐢🧡: "hey Leo? Do ya have a moment to talk?"

Leo slowed to a halt and held the skateboard by his side loosely with one arm.

🐢💙: "wassup 'Angelo? You need somethin?"

🐢🧡: "raph's been cooped up in his room...he never goes in there unless he's asleep or has a headache. Did something happen?

Mikey fiddled with his hands, pacing slowly back and force in worry.

🐢💙: "I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed!"

He tossed the skateboard onto the rack where the other's skateboards lied.

🐢💙: "I think he's still guilty about ruining your solo-mission, Hérmano. Yknow how he is about upsetting people. If I had to guess he's probably regretting ever showing up!"

Mikey's face shifted into a look of dread and regret, slowly turning around.

🐢🧡: "I'm gonna go ask Donnie about it..thanks for the help Leo. "

🐢💙: "make sure you tell raph it's okay, yknow he worries for ya, seeing as your the little brother"

Mikey half-sprinted up to Donnies lab, knocking then entering before getting a reply.

🐢🧡: "Donnie! Are you busy right now?"

Donnie rolled his eyes, wondering why his brother even knocked at all just to burst into the room.

🐢💜: "I suppose not, why, do you need something?"

🐢🧡: "I think I hurt raph's feelings! He isn't leaving his room, and it's all cause I was mad about not having a solo-mission!!"

Donnie turned to face Mikey, using a robot arm to gently pat his shoulder.

🐢💜: "he actually talked to me about it. He mentioned feeling guilty about ruining the big moment for you, asked me how to fix it, etcetera. I think the only way to help is if YOU talk to him about...well, this whole situation. "

He turned back to his work, sparks flying from the circuit board he was tinkering with.

🐢🧡: "alright, I'll go sort this out. Thanks for the advice, Dee!"

He quickly fled the room, Donnie signing lightly.

🐢💜: "Sighh..why does nobody close the door on the way out??"

Mikey reached raphs room, gently knocking on the door.

🐢🧡: "r...raph??? Are you okay?"

There was a soft sniffle behind the door.

🐢🧡: 'Is he....crying?'

Mikey slowly twisted the door knob, speaking in a low gentle tone.

🐢🧡: "raph, I'm coming in..if it's okay. "

Raph sat on the bed, quickly wiping away tears and looking at Mikey with blood shot eyes.

🐢❤: "oh hey Mikey..!! You want something? "

Mikey took one look at raph before running at him and pulling him into a firm hug.

🐢🧡: "raph..im sorry for kinda snapping at you after you entered my solo-mission. I know it's hard being the oldest sibling, and you don't deserve that stress. "

Raph froze up for a second, before gently hugging back and sobbing into Mikey's shoulder.

🐢❤: "b-but...-.. your the youngest!! You shouldn't h-have-..to comfort me..im supposed to be the strong fearless one..!"

🐢🧡: "if you were truly fearless, that wouldn't make you who you are. I like that you care so much, even on days I don't express it as well. You play such an important part in this family. Your allowed to have flaws, that's why your enjoyable to be around!"

Raph softly cried while hugging tighter, not knowing how to respond to Mikey's soft spoken words.

🐢🧡: "I'm sorry for making you feel guilty, and for not addressing it sooner. I promise I would NEVER stay upset with you. You're the best big brother anyone could have! I would rather give up art than lose you!"

Mikey stopped the hug to dry raphs tears, smiling up at him.

🐢❤: "thank you..i promise I won't ever interrupt a solo-mission again."

Raph softly smiled, shut his eyes and hugged him again, this time resting his body completely again mikeys.

🐢🧡: "do you want me to stay to help cheer you up?"

Raph gently mumbled a soft "mhm..." into his shoulder.

After a small amount of time, Mikey gently started rubbing raphs back, gently tracing his palm down the spikes, trying to comfort him from the blue mood he had.

Raph, who had started zoning out, quickly jolted upwards, letting out an uncharacteristic high pitched yelp, unable to move much from the hug he was in.

🐢❤: "EEE--!!"

He quickly covered his mouth, hoping Mikey hadn't heard it.

He did.

🐢🧡: "are you okay raph?? Did I hurt you??"

Raph stuttered on his words, not able to think straight from the sudden but slight lee mood he suddenly fell into.

🐢❤: "uhh-..y-yehehahah!! Rahaphs perfectly f-fihiine!!"

Raph could feel Mikey's suspicious stare, trying to fight any slight giggle in his throat.

🐢🧡: "you were calm until I bumped the spikes, are they injured??"

Mikey slowly and gently traced the spike he hit earlier, causing raph to squeak and burst into higher pitched laughter than usually shown.

🐢❤: "AHH-!! Mihihikeehey!!!! StahaAHAP!! WaitwaitwaitnaahaHHA-!!"

Not wanting to hurt his little brother, he weakly tossed and turned, trying to evade the tickly feeling spreading through his back.

🐢🧡: "omigosh...your ticklish?! How did I not find out before??"

He giggled and started gently poking at his back and the tops of the spikes while raph laughed into Mikey's shoulder.

🐢❤: "NAHAahahao I'm noohohott!!!"

Mikey sped up the poking, raphs giggles going up an octave.

🐢❤: "PFFTT-- Leheheho!! Dahanie!! HEhehehehelp!! MIHIKAAY!!!"

🐢🧡: "quit squirming raph!! Your fiiiine!!"

He pinched the spikes softly, raph practically screeching at each touch, squinting his eyes shut.

🐢❤: "WAHAHAHIIIT!!!! mihikehEHEHEHEYYY!!!! I CAHANT--"

Mikey laughed along with him, using his other hand to slowly sneak it's way to his side.

🐢❤: "MikeheEHEEYYY!! ShtahahAA-snrt--PLEHESEE!!"

He kicked his legs, smiling like a mad man from the feeling until it stopped.

Mikey froze, a grin spreading across his face.

🐢🧡: "raph, you snort when you laugh???"

He felt raphs face heat up from embarrassment.

🐢❤: "N-nohohoo..??-"

Mikey suddenly shoved his hand back to where it was, scribbling all over raphs shell spikes, his free hand jabbing his side lightly.

Raph absolutely shrieked.

🐢❤: "HAHHAHAHH-snrt-MIKEHEHEE! NAHAHAA!!-snrt-STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!"

🐢🧡: "I never get to see you laugh like this!! We should do this more often!"

Mikey quickly leaped up onto raphs shoulders, now using both hands to spider across the spikes.

Raph squirmed back and forth, holding his stomach, cackling and snorting uncontrollably.

🐢❤: "I CAHAHANHT-snrt-MIKEHE-snrt-EEHEHEHAHAHA-snrt-"

🐢🧡: "what happened to not being ticklish huh?"

🐢❤: "IHIHI-hic- LIHIHEHEHEDD--hic- IHIM-snrt- IHIHIM SAHAHARAHAY!!!"

Mikey giggled at the tiny hiccups, ceasing his attack to stand up and gently curl up on raphs lap.

🐢❤: "hhehhehe!!--hic-mihihike--hic-ahahrehe you do-hohonehe??"

🐢❤: "...mihikey???"

Mikey suddenly blew a huge raspberry onto raphs plastron, his hands reaching around to spider at the spikes he hadn't reached earlier.

if raph was screaming earlier, then he was absolutely howling now. He frantically swatted his hands gently, trying to cease the attack, only to fall limp and shake with loud laughter.

🐢❤: "AAAAAA-snrt-MIHIHIHIKE-snrt-STAHAHAHAHA-hic-I CAHAHA-snrt-CAHAHAANT- BREHEHEE-snrt-AAHAHA!!!!!!"

🐢🧡: "I am SO telling the others about this later!!!"

🐢❤: "DOHOHO-snrt" NAHAHAHAAHHT!!! IHILLL-hic- DIHIHIHIEE!!"

Raph cackled,giggled, and shrieked for what felt like hours, until Mikey slowed to a halt and grinned down at his brother.

🐢🧡: "how about we make a deal??"

There was a hint of evil in his expression.

🐢❤: "hheheehee-hic-ohokahahay..whahat is--hic- ihihit??"

Raph slowly opened his pinched shut eyes.

🐢🧡: "if you tell me your worst spot, I will be merciful. Where is it raphieee?"

He made spidery movements with his fingers above raph, causing him to continue giggling at a high pitch.

🐢❤: "ehehe!!-hic- I'm nahahat tehelling!! you'll--hic-juhust go there nehext!!"

🐢🧡: "well yeah obviously!! But I'll stop after!! Do we have a deeaaallll??"

Raph thought for a second before letting out a giggly sigh.

🐢❤: "ohkahahay..-hic- ihiihits....thhe shohoholder spihikehehes..."

Mikey sat up, hovering his hands over the spikes on his shoulder.

Raph quickly hid his face, bursting into giggles.

🐢🧡: "Threeeeee!!!!!"

Mikey paused for what seemed like years between numbers.

🐢🧡: "twooooooooooo!!!"

🐢❤: "juhuhust dohoho ihihahat!!"

He yelled, closing his eyes again.

Raph shaked from the anticipation, softly cackling behind his hands.

Without a "one" from Mikey, he scribbled lightly against raphs shoulder spikes.

🐢❤: "HAHAHHAHAHA-snrt-HEHEHEHEHHE-hic-hic-IHMDYHIHAHANG!!!"

Mikey laughed loudly in shock of the intense reaction.

🐢🧡: "Ohohomigohosh, how did you hide this from us?? This is adorable!!"

Raph couldn't even speak any more, a tear running down his face from his loud uncontrollable laughter.

🐢❤: "HAHAHAHAA-snrt-HHHEHEHE-hic-MMMIHIHI-snrt-KKEHE-!!!!"

Mikey slowed his torture to a halt before wiping the tears from raphs eyes and hugging him like before.

Raph let out soft wheezes and giggles, still shaking from the tingly feeling everywhere.

🐢❤: "Hehehehehe-hic-hhehehahaha-hic-you are sohoho-hic-ihin trouble yohohounhe mahah--hic-hahahan..."

🐢🧡: "your way stronger than me, but you didn't defend yourself at all! In fact, I think you kinda liked it!!

He gently nudged raphs side, causing him to squeak and back away slightly.

🐢🧡: "alright, alright, I'm done for today! Wanna check out the art I made earlier? It should be dry by now!!"

🐢❤: "yeahah-hic-sohounds great!! Lead the way!"

They both headed to where Mikey had been painting.

Little did raph know, the noise from earlier made his situation verrrry clear to both Leo and Donnie.

But that's another story, for another day.

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[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 721-730

• When MC suggested Raphael and Barbatos could live in peace rather than fighting over them, Barbatos laughed and told them they had a good sense of humor.

• Lucifer told Diavolo even he (Diavolo) could not match him in the art of seduction.

• Satan cried reading a romance book called “Love’s Winding Road.”

• Solomon says he is not normally very ticklish but his sides are his weakness

• Mephistopheles believes most of what Leviathan says is utterly incomprehensible

• Diavolo seems to enjoy pampering the Little Ds. One example is in lesson 41 where he spoon feeds his own soup to Little D no. 7

• Solomon taught a broom rising class at RAD before it officially opened

• The blackboards in RAD are enchanted to act as mirrors that can see all the way to the back of the classroom. It was Lucifer’s idea.

• When Solomon finally made good food (thanks to Barbatos and Luke), Leviathan and Mammon cried from joy.

• Diavolo credits MC (in Nightbringer) as the reason he found his purpose as the future king.

711-720 • 731-740

[another-lost-mc]

Got any thots/ideas in wing kink for Luci, Simeon, or anyone with wings?

a/n: there's a few different types of wings among the cast, but I think they're all unique and worth talking about!

wing headcanons

featuring: lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, beelzebub, diavolo, simeon, raphael, michael (and any oc with wings)

0.7k words | nsfw | suggestive

cw: wing kink implied. sexual situations and predator/prey kink mentioned. the predator/prey kink section is after the divider if you prefer not to read that part.

One of the first signs of trust is the casual affection he shows you when his wings are revealed. He might not always reach for your hand in public, especially if he's a bit more reserved by nature. However, what you do feel is the soft sensation of his wing brushing against your side when you walk beside him. He doesn't even mean to do it at first. It's like his wing naturally extends itself to curl around your back or glide against your arm. It's an unconscious gesture motivated by his feelings for you.

He might ask you to help with his wing care next. If he has wings made of feathers, he sits patiently while you preen them. You're especially careful when you straighten the feathers that look stuck out of place. Your hands are coated with a special oil that keeps his wings soft and protected from harsh wind and cool rain. It's a ritual for both of you now, one that often leads to grateful kisses and quickly descends into passionate lovemaking. Preening his wings was something he didn't enjoy doing by himself, or he reluctantly asked others to help him. Now that he has you, he craves the intimacy of it.

Leathery wings don't require the same level of care, but your lover is still grateful when you try to make him feel pampered and cared for. Sometimes stroking the edge of his wings feels ticklish. Sometimes it sends little bolts of desire shooting through his body straight to his cock. You never know whether he's going to laugh and squirm away from your hands, or if he's going to spin around and pin you underneath him.

Beelzebub's wings are thin and extremely sensitive, and he doesn't like it when they're touched. You are a rare exception. He trusts that you won't hurt the delicate wings that sit against his back. It feels nice when you gently run your fingers along the very edges. He rewards your gentleness and understanding with hungry kisses and greedy hands that rid you of all your annoying clothes.

As the crown prince, Diavolo's wings are particularly impressive and adorned with precious gold ornaments. He secretly likes it when you tease him about keeping the gilded gold pieces clean while you polish them to a glimmering shine. For special occasions, he'll even change them to a different metal that suits your preferences better—he wants to look his best for you. Don't be surprised when he offers you gifts of jewelry made with the same precious metals and jewels that match his own. He would love to see you wear them—and only them—the next time he invites you to spend the night.

Most of the time, fucking someone in his true form can be clumsy or awkward. He doesn't just let anyone touch their wings so intimately either. When you're intimate, he might purposefully reveal his wings. His wings wrap around your body and draw you close while he shields you from the world, protecting you when you're naked and vulnerable. (It also hides you from unworthy eyes that don't deserve to see you that way.) Sometimes his wings randomly appear in the height of passion, unfurling at his back when pleasure drives away all thought and reason except the singular desire to touch you. When his mind isn't clouded with lust, he looks a bit bashful that he lost control like that to begin with—it only happens when he's with you.

Another possibility is a little bit of predator/prey roleplay. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be hunted? Your winged lover is more than happy to indulge in this kink should you ask. The forests of the Devildom (or the human world) are perfect for this. He leads you there and urges you towards the tree line in front of you. He'll even give you a head start.

(You're going to need it.)

It begins when you finally run into the darkened woods with only glimpses of moonlight to illuminate your path. The smallest sounds are impossibly loud, echoing off the trees around you: a snapping twig, the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, your own ragged, panted breaths. Sometimes you see movement from the corner of your eye and when you turn around, there's nothing there. What you do notice is the tree branch high above you shaking slightly, as if someone was just there and then launched himself back into the sky.

(He's toying with you.)

Adrenaline gives you one last burst of energy that propels your feet forward, and you keep running despite the burning in your lungs. The blood in your veins is laced with lust and fear in equal measure. It's not long before you finally hear it: the sound of wings slicing through the air and growing louder as he draws near. Do you hear the soft swish of feathers? The taut snap of leathery wings billowing against the wind? Or perhaps it's the bzzzt of wings fluttering rapidly at his back that quickens your pulse? Suddenly, his familiar silhouette looms above you and blocks the moon from view. You're pinned against his chest before you realize what's happening, and his arms (and sometimes wings) curl around your body. Greedy hands start to pull at your clothes as he crushes his lips against yours. The game is over, and you're finally his to claim.

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[cowabungacafe]

Hugging you from behind, and then taking that opportunity to tickle you 

Leonardo: Leonardo's hugs from behind are a comforting embrace, a silent reminder of his presence and affection for you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, his touch warm and reassuring. But just when you least expect it, he takes advantage of the moment to launch a surprise attack, his fingers finding the most ticklish spots on your sides and ribs. You can't help but squeal and squirm as he tickles you mercilessly, his laughter mingling with yours as you both revel in the playful moment. To Leonardo, these moments are a chance to let loose and have fun, to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves.

Raphael: Raphael's hugs from behind are a protective gesture, a silent promise to always be there for you no matter what. He holds you close, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzles against your neck. But beneath his tough exterior lies a mischievous streak, and he can't resist the urge to sneak in a little playful tickle when you least expect it. His fingers dance across your sides and stomach, eliciting giggles and protests as you try to wriggle free from his grasp. To Raphael, these moments are a chance to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves, a reminder that even the toughest of turtles have a soft spot for a good tickle fight.

Donatello: Donatello's hugs from behind are a tender embrace, a silent declaration of his love and affection for you. He holds you close, his arms encircling your waist, his chin resting against the crook of your neck as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. But hidden beneath his calm and composed exterior is a playful side waiting to be unleashed, and he takes advantage of the moment to launch a surprise tickle attack. His fingers skitter across your sides and back, eliciting laughter and protests as you try to squirm away from his touch. To Donatello, these moments are a chance to let loose and have fun, to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves.

Michelangelo: Michelangelo's hugs from behind are a joyful embrace, a reflection of his playful and carefree nature. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as he peppers your neck with playful kisses. But just when you least expect it, he takes advantage of the moment to launch a surprise tickle attack, his fingers dancing across your sides and stomach in a flurry of motion. You can't help but laugh and squeal as he tickles you mercilessly, his laughter mingling with yours as you both revel in the playful moment. To Michelangelo, these moments are a chance to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves, a reminder that life is meant to be enjoyed and savored to the fullest.

[r0llerblad3]

hwy sooo how do you think the tmnt 2003 boys would deal with a s/o with a sensitive neck. Like s/o has kept it secret this entire time even during their cuddle sessions, but the boys find out from nuzzling their face affectionately into s/o neck and s/o has a gigglie fit and rolls and falls out of bed reflexively trying to get away? (If mikey blows a raspberry he will get punched).

SOOO SOO SOO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO POST- I HAVE BEEN BUSY IN MY PERSONAL LIFE LATELY! So I hope I did fuck up any of my spelling on here 💀

2003 TMNT BOYS REACTION TO A S/O WITH!SENSITIVE NECK

(GENDER NEUTRAL READER! NOT PROOF READ!!)

Warnings:Suggestive? I don’t really think so but just in case 😭

Gonna age up to turts just to be safe so they are in their 20’s!

Raphael🐢❤️

I feel like he would find out after a stressful fight, like near death type stuff with shredder and the foot clan. You’d be laying down with him on your chest as he played with your hair and nuzzled your face. (Ignore the fact he’s probably 10x your weight- hope your ribs r strong)

While he’s messing with your hair he moved his head down to your neck. He didn’t mean to surprise you, I mean the sound you made when his breath glazed your neck surprised him as well!

Raph would just stare at you for a good minute or two, taking in his new found discovery before he shoved his face into your neck, kissing it and maybe taking a bite..? You kicked your legs, trying to get out from underneath him. FINALLY after a few mins you managed to get out from him, only to fall face first onto the floor of his bedroom.

Don’t worry…he apologized and fixed up your face, just to go back to tickling and messing with your neck

Leonardo 🐢💙

Again, probably after a life or death situation. Unlike Raph, leo would have you sitting on his lap in his room. His arms around your waist as you comfort him. He’d have his snout on top of your head, talking sweet nothing about how much he loved you and how he was so happy to be with you.

Suddenly he’d move his head to your neck, his hot breath on your neck made you jump and wiggle on his lap. He moved his head away from you for a quick second before shoving it back.

You yelled at him as you tried to break free “ Leo! Stop!” you laughed. Finally broke loose, falling off his bed and onto the ground. He burst out laughing.

Donatello🐢💜

You would have active cuddle times in his lab when he’s not busy or out saving the city. He’d have a little corner set up (that was really just for him to sleep) that was all for cuddles when you where over. He was working on a new project, sometimes that could help the team tremendously. Yet, the stress got to him. he had spent nights staying up working on it, hardly eating. This of course worried his brothers and so they decided to call up you.

Here you are, holding your big, mutant, purple loving boyfriend as he slept so calmly in your arms. You where the big spoon, holding him close with his arms around your waist. You had gotten a notification from your phone, wanting to grab it but not wanting to wake up Donatello. You tried to carefully reach for you phone, grabbing it but also waking him up. He had moved his head to your neck and sighed.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as it happened. You never told him you where ticklish there until now. He smiled lazily as he started to kiss your neck, sleep still getting the best of him. You had begged him to stop in between laughs yet he ignored you. You managed to pull his arms off you, and puts away from him only to fall off the small bed and onto your butt on the ground p, earning a laugh from him and a glare from you.

Michelangelo🐢🧡

Mikey, your bundle of join as you may put it. He loved to cuddle with you and not far into your relationship he had found out about your neck. You had originally been sleeping next to him, exhausted after a day at work when Mikey had a idea. How cute would it be to see your reaction when his kissed your neck? You had kissed many times of course, but only on the cheek, head, or lips. He always loved your reactions when he did that so why not try a new place?

He gave you a soft kiss on the head, causing you to open your eyes before his lips traced to you neck. He kissed your neck and earned a flinch from you. He decided to do it again. You laughed this time and with that he had a new idea, Tickle fight. You had fought against him, trying to get away as he attacked your neck causing you to erupt with laughter. He has blown raspberries in your neck and with all your strength you managed to get away from him…but you did bust up your nose falling face first off his bed.

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HOLLY- if I’m being honest this took me WILLPOWER to finish this! I just couldn’t think of any good scenarios for weeks! But it’s done! Also Leo and Raph may look kinda weird next to Donnie and Mikey because I wrote the them like two month apart and my writing has definitely gotten better!

Request board/Intro here!

[sparetheninja]

Hello! May I ask about a rottmnt lee turtle sibling!reader (gender neutral) fanfic? It happens to be the lair games and the reader finally decides to join in the sibling rivalry. But one of the challenges is a tickle fight and since the reader is a giggle bug (a.k.a they giggle a LOT and they are a walking tickle spot) their older brothers decide to gang up on them first cause of 2 facts, 1 the reader is the easiest one to defeat in tickle fights, 2 the reader has been quite good at the lair games up to this point and their older brothers have been quite envious and surprised the reader has been on lead this quick.

I'm sorry if this is too much to ask for or is something you'd rather not write I understand! And if you do accept this ask then take your time don't rush, Welcome to the community BTW and have a great day/night!!!

UR SO NICE ANON. ☹️☹️ I feel so welcomed already ahhhehehehr..... I don’t watch a lot of ROTTMNT but i deff tried my best 😭😭 I'm sorry it took so long ss.school has been beating my ass

« The Lair Games w / T-Sibling!Reader !! »

Honestly, your brothers were getting tired of your continuous victory's during the lair games, but they knew that this next challenge, you would fold instantly.

Includes: ticklinggguh

Lee: GN turtle sibling!reader ,

Ler’s: Raph , Leo , Donnie , Mikey

Itteration: ROTTMNT

Words: 651

Oh, you were on a winning streak tonight baby.

At first you were hesitant to join in on the lair games your older brothers had created, but after lots of begging and pleading (and puppy eyes from Mikey), you finally agreed to join.

And you were destroying them!

“Oh come on!” Leo threw his hands up in the air and groaned due to you having beaten him in the shell bowling game, managing to beat him by 1 maniquin.

"And that means I won. Mic drop!!" You celebrated.

"Yes, yes," Donnie walked out of the makeshift hospital room he was in after Leo purposefully accidentally broke his ankle. "You have won. This game." He looked at you with such an evil stare you swore you could see satan taking over his soul. “However, you all seem to have forgotten the last, most important game."

The last game? There was more? Oh well. You knew that whatever it was, you could defeat them, just like you’ve done with every other game.

“Give me your worst.” You said with a confident smile.

All four brothers turned to look at you with devious grins. What were those big guys thinking of…

“If you say so,” Leo responded with a shrug.

Before you could question their stare, all four of them jumped towards you and yelled “TICKLE FIGHT !!!”

Before you could react any further, Raph held you down (due to being the biggest and strongest) whilst the three others instantly began their attack.

"Wh- WAHAHAHAIT!!" You screamed as Leo focused on tickling your exposed armpits, Donnie attacked your poor stomach and Mikey was repeatedly squeezing your thighs.

You desperately thrashed around, which was difficult considering you were pinned down by pretty much all four of your brothers.

"What? You said to give you our worst." Leo grinned, re calling what you had said earlier.

"And besides, you're the easiest one to defeat, you little tickle bug!" Mikey teased with a huge smile on his face.

And that was true...

You had always been the victim of tickle fights due to being the most ticklish. The second there was a tickle fight around, everyone would stare at you.

Raph chuckled. "All you have to do is wave that white flag, (y/n)."

No way. You were going to win this, no matter what.

"NEHEHEVER!" You managed to free your right arm and quickly covered your side.

"Hey!" You heard Leo complain. "Oh, you're in for it now!"

And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, Raph was quick to grab your arm again as Leo went full force on your right armpit and side, sitting on your chest to imobalise you further.

"NAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE IM SAHAHAHAHARRY!!!" You pleaded, but Leo didn't stop.

"Surrender, (y/n)!" Donnie said enthusiastically as he moved down to your hip bones.

You were getting wrecked over here.

"We won't stop until you admit defeat!" Mikey held your thigh in black so you couldn't kick it around as he continued squeezing it.

What were you gonna do? I mean, you were completely trapped after all. The only thing you could do was to surrender. You stood no chance against these guys!

"I'M NOT-"

...Donnie dug his fingers into your sides.

"I SURRENDEHEHER!!" You screamed, praying to god they would stop, and thankfully, they did.

You felt Raph's hands let go of your wrists as the others slowly got off you. Leo was the first to cheer.

"Woo, we got them!" He raised his arms in the air. "So much for a perfect streak, am I right?" He nudged you, causing you to flinch.

"Youhu guys are ehehevil..." You muttered under your still dying breath.

Mikey, sweet sweet Michelangelo, was the angel that helped you up as he let you lean on his shoulder.

"You are the easiest one to take out, (y/n)." Donnie chuckled.

"Yeah... thank's for reminding me..."

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hear me out! Pillow Talk with the 2k3 Turtles or the Dark Turtles! The aftermath of a passion filled night or a spur of the moment! Is one cuddly and needy after? What would they say to reader in the afterglow?? Would they get nervous and dare ask “how was it?” Would reader be round 2 ready? lol ❤️💚💙🧡💜

Pillow Talk (Fluff?) (18+)

Dark Turtles x reader

A/N: It’s a long time ago since I’ve done the Dark Turtles, so why not go with them. I don’t think the Dark Turtles would get particularly nervous, but I do think they would have their own little quirks. Anyway, here you go, hope you’ll enjoy🖤💚

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Implied sex before and after, implied orale - female receiving.

Dark Leonardo:

Dark Leo is an absolute sucker for the tender moments that happened after sex. He would never admit it, but his actions betrayed him. With sweat just beginning to evaporate from the two of you and your legs still entangled, he loved it when you laid there in each other’s arms, still relishing in the afterglow of the orgasms you had had just moments ago.

You didn’t necessarily have to talk during these moments. Sometimes you and Leo found that comfortable silence spoke louder than words. And after what he had just put you through, it wasn’t strange for you to get drusy in his arms, before falling asleep with a satisfied smile. It made him feel strong, like a protector. And there was just something about the fact that he had gotten you so worn out, that made Leo feel proud. He did that to you. He made you feel so good, that you almost couldn’t stay awake anymore.

During these moments Leo would watch over you, his eyes filled with love as you fell asleep against him. Just moments ago you had been begging him to make you cum over and over again, and now you were so exhausted after gaining exactly what you wanted, that you couldn’t keep your eyes open. Leo couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. He did that to you, and you let him do that.

It wouldn’t be long before Leo too fell asleep with your head on his plastron, knowing that when you woke up, the two of you would go take a shower and clean up together, but not without another round in the shower.

Dark Raphael:

Though you may be absolutely worn out after several rounds with Dark Raph, feeling your body ache with that wonderful pain that only could come about from sex, your eyelids getting heavy, don’t expect to be sleeping straight away. Raph loved to cuddle and talk, just moments after having had his dick inside of you, pounding you into absolut oblivion.

Raph loved talking to you about anything between heaven and earth, adoring how you still had trouble speaking, after - as Raph liked to put it - having had your speech fucked out of you. It was nice and calm, with a silence rarely heard from you and Raph when alone in bed.

However, with you and Raph being the way that you are, the silence wouldn’t stay long. Soon - as you regained your ability to speak - the two of you would find something to argue about for fun. That would evolve to the two of you poking each other, until one of you found poke a ticklish spot. And that would undoubtedly turn into a tickle fight in the bed you had just had sex in.

Raph loved the feeling of a mock fight, even if it was to see who could gain dominance during a tickle fight. It triggered some deep animalistic urge in Raph. Whether that was his turtle side or his kanabo side, he couldn’t tell. But with you still sore from your earlier love making, it wasn’t hard for Raph to overpower you. And that would - in many cases - turn into yet another round of a good pound.

Dark Donatello:

After the hot and heavy sex, that you and Donnie had been engaged in for what felt like several wonderful hours, Donnie loved to talk to you. Sometimes you would talk about the sex you had just had. You would talk about what you liked and what you didn’t like (not that there really was anything that either of you didn’t like), which you could bring with you to the next time you got physical with each other.

It wasn't because Donnie was scared you didn’t like what he was doing, but because he liked for both of you to feel heard and seen. Maybe he did this one thing he thought that you were really into, only to learn that you weren’t actually that much into that, and would actually like Donnie to stop doing it. Same thing for him. But so far there hadn’t been anything like it, but Donnie liked to keep the space open, making sure you both felt safe enough to speak your mind. In other words - Donnie found good communication with you very sexy.

Maybe that is the reason why, his tail seemed to get a mind of its own when you were talking, growing restless before slowly making its way for you. Gripping a soft hold of your ankle while neither you or Donnie noticed, before slowly making its way up your legs, until you couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable feeling of Donnie’s tail gliding across the insides of your thigh, going for either your backdoor or front.

Round two with the assistance of Donnie’s tail? Round two with the assistance of Donnie’s tail.

Dark Michelangelo:

When talking about pillow talk, many people might think of something calm and intimate. Soft spoken with tender touches, and love filled looks that spoke the words “I adore you”, over and over again, while holding each other close, like you were fragile and easily bruised. Well, if that’s how you think of pillow talk, then you obviously haven’t met Dark Mikey.

Pillow talk with Mikey wasn’t this intimate and calm affair some might expect. It is filled with one bad joke after another, that somehow still managed to crack you up. He was bouncy, rarely sitting still with you in the bed, even if your legs was aching from all the things Mikey had done to you just a few moments before. It was just part of Mikey’s charm, and the thought of him doing anything else felt strange and foreign to you.

Just because Mikey was a kanabo clone of Michelangelo, it didn’t mean that he was free of his counterparts' ADHD tendencies. And one of the places where these tendencies became apparent, was when the two of you rolled around the bed, still feeling the dopamine and adrenaline from the highs you had just been through. It was here that Mikey remembered all the things he had been wanting to tell you throughout the day. He told you about that adorable dog-like creature he had seen on the street, and how he thought about telling you the moment he saw it. Basically sharing everything that had happened to him throughout the day, as a way to show that he often thought of you.

However, Mikey’s nature dictated that he couldn’t just sit and talk to you for hours on end - especially not when you were still naked from your prior actions, looking ever so enticing for Mikey and his constantly wandering mind. Let’s just say, Mikey’s mouth went from talking to performing another welcomed act, this time between your legs.

[kanene-yaaay]

*Shaking in a tune able to shatter glass* THE WAY THAT I LIKE THIS FIC IS SO NORMAL. SO SO NORMAL. I LIKE IT SUCH A NORMAL AMOUNT

But okay okay first of all: thank you SO MUCH for writing Raph and Donnie being silly bros w each other because we need more that in our life's! Also! A playful Raph? Oh gosh yesh yesh yesh 100% yesh!!! The way he is so silly and teasy w Donnie here is so cool and amazing aaaaaaa

Stay Quiet (TMNT 2012)

Author's note: I'm in a TMNT brainrot right now. IT'S DESPICABLE. Here's a small fic I wrote yippee!

TW: none. This is a tk fic!!

Ugh...

Out of all the days, why did Donatello have to be on patrol duty tonight? He and April had made plans to hang out and watch the latest saga of cheesy over-the-top horror films. (Donnie had insisted that they'd be more comedy than anything.) The turtle had practically begged Splinter to let him stay in the comfort of their base - he promised he'd go straight out to patrol with Leo tomorrow - but to no use. To make matters worse, he'd gotten stuck with Raph, his extra stubborn (slightly) older brother.

Donnie loved his brother, of course, but his temper could be a little much - especially when he didn't get his way.

The younger sighed and idled on the rooftop of what seemed to be an old department store, waiting for Raph to catch up. Raphael made no real attempt at hurrying, despite the annoyed expression his brother shot at him.

"Raph, just- come on. I don't want to be here either!"

"What? I'm just walkin', Donnie. You got problem with that?" The red-masked turtle responded, sarcastically. He wasn't even making a real effort to walk towards Donnie - just casually strolling, 'seeing the sites.'

Donatello groaned, his usual overly-analytical demeanor fading by the second. Usually, he'd outsmart Raph's bad attitude with some smart comeback, some snide remark - but he was almost too tired to care this time.

"No, Raphael, I have a problem with you not taking our time into account. It's late, you nitwit," Donnie waved his arms in exasperation, about to absolutely lose it, "Come ON!"

Raphael just snickered - still walking at his same slow pace. "Fine," Donatello sat down daintily on the rooftop and waited, pretending not to care. "I'll be here when you want to make an effort."

Minutes passed, and the purple-masked turtle grew tired. His gaze turned soft as he stared down at the city lights, his eyes slowly closing...

...

"RAAAAH," Donnie was jolted awake by swift footsteps hurling towards him, when all of the sudden -

BAM

Donnie screeched, dazed. His brother was now on top of him, straddling his legs. "HEY! What th-" the younger was swiftly cut off - "Shhh!" Raph exclaimed, putting a finger to his lips-- signaling Donnie to be quiet.

Raphael whispered, "The krang,"

"The kran-MFFP-" Raph firmly placed a hand on Donnie's mouth - looking around, acting uncharacteristically nervous.

"Donnie, the krang! You have to be quiet - you wouldn't want them to hear you, right man?" There was a hint of mischief in his voice as he said this, and Donatello knew something was up. He eyed Raph suspiciously as he ripped his brother's hand off his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, he was met with a swift jab to his side.

"What are you- hEY!"

"Tsk, Tsk, hasn't sensei taught you anything?" With a shit-eating grin on his face and zero hesitation, Raph instantly dug his fingers into the soft shell of his brother's sides.

"Wahaha!! Rahahaph-- Rahaphaehehel!!-"

"Hey, it's your funeral! Not my fault you're taking this lightly."

Donatello swiftly grabbed onto both of his brother's wrists, struggling to keep them from resuming their attack.

"Hehe - Raph, this is so not funny!"

"Really? Huh, you seemed to be laughing pretty hard, smiles."

With one swift movement, Raph freed his hands and quickly scooted up; successfully trapping his brother's hands under his knees.

"Raph! Wait, wai-"

"Shall we resume, buddy?"

Before Donnie had a chance to respond, he's met with eight fingers rapidly scribbling across his front shell.

"nahaHAHA! RAHAHA- YOHOHOUHAHA-"

"Oh, I think they can hear you! Shhh! Dude, you gotta be quiet!"

"THEHEHEN- *snrk* DOHOHON'T- NAHAHA-"

"Man, you find this really funny, don't you?"

Donatello couldn't tell if his face was red because of how much he was laughing or because of those dumb teases his brother kept throwing out.

Raphael gasps mockingly, "Oh shoot! Donnie, they're here!" He momentarily pauses his attack on his younger brother's sides.

"Whahat? Rahaph, get ohoff!"

"Shh shh shh shh..."

Raph looked around, completely silent.

As much as he attempted to, Donnie couldn't help the anticipatory giggles that began rising.

Raph slowly turned to Donnie, bending down and cusping his hand around his own mouth as if he were telling a secret, "Oh no, Donnie! I think they... FOUND YOU!"

The eldest instantaneously slipped his hands into the younger's underarms. Donnie wished he could forget the unearthly sound he made - he knew Raph would never let it down.

"WAHAHA! NOHOHO! PLEEHEHAHA--"

"It's out of my hands, dude! You weren't quiet enough," Raph can't help but chuckle along with his brother. He'd rather die than admit it, but childish activities like this were kind of ... nice.

"RAHAHAPH- YOHOHOU AHHAARE- SOHOHO DUHUHUHUMB!"

Raph, seeing that his younger brother seemed to be getting tired, sighed sarcastically and finally let up, holding his hands up in retreat, "Fine, fine, ya big baby."

Raphael got off his brother and practically resumed their nightly activities like nothing had happened. Donnie glared at him, still a pile of giggles on the floor, "You're soho dehehead, Raph..."

"I'd like to see you try, smiles," Raph shrugged and, without another word, sprinted to the rooftop across from Donnie.

"Wha- get back here!"

Maybe spending time with his brother like this wasn't so bad after all.

[tellmeallaboutit]

knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 7, In Which You Walk Through The Wrong Door

AO3

TW: attempted SA, Haarlep is referred to as “he”, mentions of cult / cult indoctrination, guns

He whispered the words first, or so you dreamt. 

"Love you too," you mumbled back, caught in the twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness, when you found him sprawled over you. You squinted at the clock; its green digits displayed an unholy 6:30 AM. The glow of these numbers was the only beacon in the pitch-black bedroom.

Raphael's body was pressed against yours, his hot breath in your ear, his morning erection poking at your lower belly, demanding immediate attention. Having received none, he nudged your leg aside with his tail to make space for himself before spitting into his palm and making a wet trail down between your thighs.

As he entered you, gently but urgently, you let him take what he needed as you made one hopeless attempt to drift back into sleep.

Morning sex was never really your thing. But no dice; Raphael demanded every bit of your consciousness.

"Tell me it's only ever me." His voice was a low rumble, his tail raised and swishing, his hand crawling up your neck.  "Tell me no other will ever tempt you away”.

The only other thing that tempted you at the moment was five more minutes of sleep. You couldn't understand where his sudden jealousy came from - perhaps some twisted nightmare - but it seeped out of him like thick black tar. 

"No, of course not," you gasped, clutching onto his horns and gently stroking them. "Just you, always you, forever and ever."

"Good," he purred against your neck before giving it a lavish lick with his coarse forked tongue, making you very ticklish. You stifled a giggle as he continued between thrusts, "Loyalty... is something... I value most."

His thrusts and words began to awaken you now; to awaken something in you as well. The more he fucked you, the more insistent his 'I-need-to-get-off' rhythm became, the more you craved him.

"I am yours," you lifted your hips to meet his and groaned into his shoulder. His damp hair smelled of musk and brimstone. “Yours, fully yours, solely yours. Do whatever the hell you want with me."

That was all he needed to hear.

"Oh, my precious girl," he breathed against your skin as his claws grazed your hips and a shudder ran through him as he released deep within you.

Ow, ow, OW, it burns, you thought as you instinctively tried to scramble towards the safety of the bedpost (no chance under his weight).

Raphael became still, and you felt all the little twitches of his body. For a peaceful moment there was only the sound of his breathing. Then with a soft pat on your thigh, he pulled away from the bed.

The clock read 6:43 AM.

"Stay... Stay, please." You didn't say outright that you wanted an orgasm too, hoping he would read it between the very obvious lines. "I want... need a little more."

Raphael stretched with a sigh of satisfaction that you could only dream of and made his way (you assumed since you couldn't see anything) to the windows. You propped yourself up on your elbows and shook off the drowsiness as sunlight flooded into the room. As the curtains opened fully, Raphael was fully back into his human form. 

"I'm so terribly sorry, my love," he gave you a sweet smile, his brown doe eyes full of regret. "I have an early meeting downtown and I'm already running late."

What? What meeting, which downtown?

"I am afraid you’ll have to wait for my return tonight," he continued. "But you know what they say, anticipation makes the reward all the more satisfying."

You didn't know who came up with that ridiculous line, but it certainly wasn't him who should be repeating it after having just received his reward.

Leaning back on the bed, you ran your fingers over the scratches left by his claws and let out a disappointed sigh, a sound that went unheard as Raphael retreated to the en-suite bathroom and turned on the shower.

Underneath the blankets, you wriggled and adjusted yourself, slipping your arm between your thighs to ease the heavy wetness between them as you half-listened to him humming some Italian song (Bella Ciao?) in the shower. Your fingers worked quickly over your slick clit in an attempt to quench a thirst only his cock could truly sate.

You will do his dirty work for him, fine. It won't take long... it won't take long. Your mind has gone from the blowjob you gave him in the confessional, to him whipping you, to Raphael and Haarlep in Haunt Me to...

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" Raphael's voice sliced through your thoughts just as climax was very well within reach.

The intrusion caused you to jerk your hand away as if it had been scorched by hellfire. You grumbled and resettled yourself in bed; not exactly thrilled about debating privacy boundaries this early in the morning. He doesn’t get to control when you get to come.

"I do," his voice reverberated inside your skull once more. "And I will.”

In a desperate bid for some semblance of privacy, you yanked the covers over your head. A futile effort against telepathy, but better than a tin foil hat. From beneath your makeshift shield, you heard Raphael's voice again, now emanating from the walk-in closet.

Overcoming your irritation, you peeked out to see him standing there in a crisp white shirt, brown curls perfectly coiffed."Red or red?" he asked, holding up two almost identical ties.

"The one on the right," you said, pretending to have noticed some difference between the two options. "Is it an important meeting?"

"Indeed," Raphael replied, tying the silk noose around his neck with a practiced hand. "I'm on the verge of securing a major deal for Avernus. Far more far-reaching and considerably more... shall we say, politically charged than anything I've done before."

"On your way to becoming the Archduke of Earth?" you asked in that half-joking, what-a-ridiculous-question kind of way. 

"I adore your grand metaphors," he chuckled as he rummaged through his wardrobe. "And that you make it sound like an existing royal title. But yes, I'm closer to the seat of power than ever before. Glasses or no glasses?"

There was only one correct answer to that question.

"Glasses. What are you going to do with Earth? Change it for the better?"

He put the glasses on, gave himself a wide, pearly-white, toothy smile in the mirror, and then pulled out a drawer with about thirty watches in it.

"Of course," he said, seeming a little lost in thoughts of either watches or politics. "You can't possibly tell me you're happy with the current state of affairs. No one is."

No, you weren't happy,  but you couldn't shake the feeling that your grievances might not coincide with his.

"I'm just not sure we share the same views on what constitutes better governance," you said, as nonchalantly as you could. 

He probably won't make stopping climate change a priority; he must like it hot. And his stance on social equality was dubious at best, given that he couldn't decide between a gold watch and a platinum watch for a good minute (he didn't ask for your opinion on this particular dilemma). Raphael’s idea of order is probably something along the lines of dictatorship, and that didn't end well for Europe last time. You weren't so sure you wanted him to rule Earth. Surely there were better worlds to rule. Earth was just a little too... close to home. And mundane. Boring, really. Could he not rather rule over Toril and the Hells? 

Raphael paused mid-action, gold watchband in hand, and turned to you, nostrils flaring up slightly. "Do I detect a whiff of doubt?" He came over to the bed and dropped to one knee before you. "I was under the impression your loyalty knew no bounds...or was that all pillow talk, my little mouse?"

You studied him: polished, rimmed glasses perched on his nose, slicked-back hair glistening in the bright morning light, and another of his endless array of tailored suits hugging his form perfectly. His sharp fangs protruded just below his lips as he spoke.

"Oh, don't tremble like that, I'm jesting," he said as you instinctively pulled away when you saw the fangs. "I have no reason to doubt you. Yet. As for your earlier words... any rule would be better than what Earth has now. So many lost souls wandering aimlessly. It's hardly surprising, considering their god sleeps and neglects his flock."

"Their gods," you quietly corrected him. "We don't have just one."

"But one holds more power and influence than the others," Raphael tugged at your blanket and drew a cross between your breasts with his finger. "The wealth, the control, billions of souls. The keys to the Kingdom of Heaven."

That was a bit western civilisation centric, but then again, so was almost everything.

"The Christian God?" You questioned. "Most people these days don't truly believe in God or the devil, especially not my generation. The church days are long past."

“They might change their minds if they witnessed a miracle or two,” Raphael said, flicking his fingers, sparks of hellfire between them. “They would wage holy wars in His name and follow His orders, regardless of what they were - or whichever Archangel descended to represent Him. The slightest hint of something beyond this mundane life can work wonders on people. You, of all people, should agree.”

Would people follow Raphael if he showed them hellfire?

They would follow if he just showed them just a vision of hellfire. Just talking about it on youtube with that voice of his would create an Archangel Raphael cult in no time. You would probably have been the first to sign up.

"In any case, cancel all plans for the weekend," he said, playing with a strand of your hair. "We will be heading to Davos if my deal goes as planned”.

“I suspect it will”, you quietly said.

“So do I. So do I. I feel quite invincible lately ”, Raphael cupped your chin and turned you to face up to him. “All thanks to you, my sweetest little mouse, my most ardent supporter”. 

"Boss, we need to depart now or else we'll require a chopper," Yuri hollered from downstairs. "The traffic is hell."

"On my way," Raphael replied. “Believe me, hell is more manageable; at least there are rules down there.”

You sat up and realized that you (well, technically he, since it was his seed) were going to make a mess if you didn't get to the bathroom quickly. After freshening up, you grabbed a silk robe from the bedpost and put it on to walk him to the door and give him a goodbye kiss like any good girlfriend would do.

The driver was already framed in the doorway, an imposing silhouette that seemed to fill the space entirely. Yesterday he had been a large man; today he was monstrous; way above two meters. His head, which had boasted only a few hairs yesterday, was now gleamingly bald, and reddish. 

Two massive tusks jutted out of his mouth.

You couldn’t have possibly read smut with Yurgir and enjoyed it. Sleeping with this beast defied all logic and was far beyond your physical limits.

"Anya," Raphael's voice cut through the tension as he observed you and Yuri with detached amusement. "Careful. I am a very jealous man, and you seem to be utterly enthralled”.

No-no, you pleaded. Raphael, my love, I definitely never ever wanted to fuck Yurgir. No others tempted me. Ever. Especially not an orthon.

Yuri's grin widened at Raphael's words, relishing in the attention directed towards him. "New look, boss," he boasted, gesturing to his shaved head. "Thought it'd be a sharp one. Do you like it, Ms. Berger?"

“It’s...striking, Yurgir,” you managed to say.Raphael chuckled softly at your answer. "She tends to mix up names," he said, talking about you as if you weren't standing right next to him. "Took me a while to get used to it”.

You wondered how long it would take you to get used to seeing a real Orthon, and how he could possibly fit into a car.

Raphael glanced at the Valentino bag you had left by the exit "Glad to see you treated yourself to something nice. But just so we're clear, I'm quite fond of your torn jeans and studded bracelets," he remarked with a slightly lecherous tone. "It’s... refreshing. A bit rebellious. Punk, right?"

Actually, you were going for a goth rock vibe, but he probably didn't know the difference. 

He leaned in for a goodbye kiss, short but tender. 

“Enjoy your day, my love, indulge in that dolce far niente. I want you to be very happy here. I want us  to be very happy”. 

Yuri watched the exchange with what looked like genuine joy for his boss etched on his face, which was odd because Yurgir never seemed to give a fuck about Raphael.

His smile revealed an unnerving number of teeth.

****In the main dining room, the housemaid served you cappuccino and a plate filled with fresh waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries. You attempted to make small talk, only for her to politely apologise with non parlo inglese and promptly make herself scarce. Name was Lucia is all you could figure.

You didn’t mind. Munching on the waffles, you googled Risperidone, a piece lodging itself in your throat when you read what it was for.

It was an anti-psychotic. Against hallucinations, schizophrenia, and generally all things wrong with one’s head. Something you probably should have taken a long time ago, but Raphael… 

Why would Raphael need anti-psychotics? Is he a psychopath… yes, he is, but is he that kind of psychopath? Or was he stocking up for your sake, like some twisted version of a family first aid kit? 

You left the half-eaten waffles behind as you went into the bathroom, spinning the pill bottle between your fingers while squinting at the doctor's name printed on it: Dr. med. Angus Bambauer Praxis für Psychiatrie und Psychoanalyse in Zurich.Freshly issued, less than a week ago. 

Did Raphael fly to Zurich to be examined? 

No, he didn't, but Raul did. Here it was written: Raul D'Avergni.

Could Raul really be insane, orchestrating this whole I-am-devil-now-I-am-not charade to drive you mad and lock you away in a dark cellar for eternity? Did he put something in your food? Was Isabelle his victim too? Was he a serial killer? 

Wait, no, you saw him flickering the infernal fire; you heard him talking of souls of the Christians. Besides, it all went back to long before you met him, back to that cursed mod. You considered popping one of those Risperidone pills yourself; maybe then you'd get some answers. Surely, they couldn't mess with your already scrambled brain any more than it was.

What happens when a healthy person takes risperidone? You google that too. "Delusional thoughts, social withdrawal, thought confusion". Pretty much your normal state then.

After some thought, you decided not to take Risperidone. You did, however, take the little round pill from Plan B; and then the first pill in a pack of contraceptives, because the thought of having the 'please wear a condom' conversation with Raphael (or Raul, for that matter) made you feel queasy, and because you were no longer quite sure which one of them would be daddy.

Your swallowed them sitting on the toilet seat with your trousers around your ankles. You harboured a small hope that this might be a place Raphael wasn't watching. The pills went down without a hitch, so maybe he was respecting some boundaries.

Hold on to what's tangible and real, things that are acknowledged by people far more sane than you. This house is real (probably). The man who lives in this house is (probably) real. And probably batshit insane, but that just means you are a perfect match. His wealth is real. 

As for the other parts... the fangs, the tusks, the tail... 

You spent the rest of the day trying to keep yourself busy. You went through the books in the library (massive collection), you blasted Angelspit all over the villa, you checked out the gardens and the guesthouse and the stables (the man had bloody stables and four horses). 

Finally, you decided to take a dip in the swimming pool which had its own separate wing on the ground floor along with a sauna, private gym, and an entire room worshipping Peloton like some kind of modern deity.

The pool room was frescoed with dolphins and mermaids against a backdrop of shimmering turquoise tiles. As you dabbed the last drops of water from your skin with a plush towel, you felt the weirdest, darkest urge to take a selfie for your social media and show everyone (whoever they might be) how amazing your life was on Thursday afternoon and how you had it all now. 

It took all your willpower not to succumb but instead stare at your reflection in the camera; damn, you looked good. At this rate, you might actually start believing those lies about being pretty.

You saw the door behind you open. 

"And who might you be?" A young man greeted you, though it was you who should have asked the question. "I was hoping to see the Master of the house."

Well, there could be absolutely no mistaking who he was, even in his human form, for no one talks like that, walks like that and looks like that. Lush lips, tight fishnet r-shirt, pierced nipples, bulging biceps, obscenely tight tracksuit bottoms (yes, that bulge). 

Haarlep resembled young Raphael, but only slightly; he had more of that pop rock star vibe, like that guy from Maleskin. His gaze stopped on your wet cleavage peeking out of your swimsuit and didn’t budge ever since. 

"Haarlep," you breathed out.

Unlike the others, he didn't seem bothered by you using his real name.

"Whoever you want me to be," he said. "The master paid me for our usual hour, but it seems he's decided to neglect me today. Duh. Perhaps I could spend it with you instead?"

Was he a hooker? 

"He pays you?" you asked.

"Well, as charming as he may be, I wouldn't do anything for him without receiving some cold hard cash," Haarlep winked. 

You noticed a sports bag slung over his shoulder and decided to clarify.

“He pays you for what, exactly?”

"For my unmatched skills, of course,” he said, gesturing towards the nearby training room. "I can show you. Do you enjoy cardio?"

“What kind of cardio?”

“Any kind of cardio”, Haarlep drawled. “But I’m partial to the kind where we both end up drenched in sweat.”

Seriously?! He was not making it easy for you to figure out if he was a prostitute, a personal trainer, or both.

“No”, you replied. “I mean, yes. I used to run. I fell out of shape, I am afraid”.

"All I see before me is perfect shape," Haarlep responded with a slow lick across his lips. "But there's no harm in stretching those muscles”.

Christ, if he could eat you, he probably would. 

You let him beckon you to the training room; all mirrors and yoga mats and hardwood parquet, and watched as he knelt down and punched play on some Blasterjaxx-esque electro beats that blared out from the speakers. 

Oh, he was serious. Haarlep actually wanted to do sport. Which was hardly good news, because last time you did sport was when you recently went running (once), and the one before was some year ago.

"Try not to fall too far behind," he teased, positioning himself right in front of you so both your reflections stared back in the mirror. "Just some light stretching to get us warmed up."

When sporty people say that, you know you are going to be thoroughly fucked, and not in the sexy way. You breathed out and nodded.

Like fuck it was some light stretching. It was torture, some mixture of pilates and aerobics and bodyweight. Brutal contortions designed to test every fiber of your being. You huffed and puffed like an asthmatic bulldog trying to keep up with him, and after five minutes, you surrendered this ambition entirely.

After ten minutes, as sweat trickled down your forehead and stung your eyes, and muscles you didn't even know existed began crying out in protest, so you decided: fuck this. Raphael had paid for this hour of hell; let him enjoy it. 

"Mercy!" The word tumbled from your lips as you collapsed onto the floor, desperately sucking in air. "Mercy, Haarlep."

Haarlep, the bastard, didn't even have a bead of sweat on him or a hair out of place. Sure, he might make an excellent athlete but he was a shit trainer. His clients would be dropping like flies if this was his idea of a warm-up. 

"My bad, darling. I thought you were into rough play," Haarlep said, sinking down next to you. "I can do gentle too”.

"Gentle," you parroted back weakly. "You familiar with the sleeping dog pose? That's about all I can handle."

"I'm very fond of all doggy positions," Haarlep smiled. "Lie down and rest".

His cheeky grin was contagious, and you couldn't help but return it as you flopped onto your back on the yoga mat and spread out your limbs. Haarlep settled down beside you. Goddamn it all, but there was more than just sexual banter here, you realized as his hands started to wander over your body with intentions that obviously went beyond simple stretching. It didn’t help that Raphael had left you high and dry earlier in the day.

You barely had time to make a half-hearted quip before he slid the top of your swimsuit down and took one of your nipples into his mouth.

You couldn't help but gasp at the sudden contact.

"We can't do this without Raphael's consent," you managed to get out between breaths, attempting to push him away. "I mean I'm game, for sure, but we need to ask him first."

Haarlep merely hummed in response while swirling his tongue against your hardened nipple. Unlike Raphael’s solid bulk weighing down on you, Haarlep seemed light as a feather above you but proved surprisingly immovable.

"Haarlep!" You yelped as his erection rubbed against your thigh through the thin fabric of his tracksuit bottoms.

"Such a tease," he murmured against your skin before flicking his tongue over your nipple again. "But two can play that game darling. Let's see who cracks first."

Raphael was your number one devil, of course, but Haarlep... Haarlep had a certain sexual magnetism that made him very, very difficult to ignore.

"I have answers for you, Anya," he murmured, grinding his whole body on top of you, and oh, it felt good. “Answers about this lookalike game and what the Master truly wants from you."

What? Finally, fuck, someone!

“Tell me”, you said. “Haarlep, tell me”.

"Tit for tat," he purred, taking a very indulgent sniff of you. 

No, fuck it, you knew Raphael would be livid. Not worth it. Well, might be worth it. Or not. Would it have killed Raphael to fuck you properly out this morning?

"Let’s take things slow," Haarlep suggested, locking eyes with you while fluttering those long lashes of his. "May I sample that delicious pussy of yours? Just one taste. I know it's so sweet, I can smell it."

Oh, that’s something you planned to start to hint to Raphael about soon. Haarlep reminded you of Puss in Boots from Shrek with those big eyes of his and silky soft brown curls. If he started going down on you, there would be no turning back.

"You’ll love my tongue inside you”, Haarlep promised, trying to coax your legs apart with his knees. "I’m so much better than him. I would never leave you unsatisfied. I would make you cry from pleasure over and over and over and over…”

His lips were inches from yours. Your brain kicked into gear just in time, recalling the incubus' saliva and its effects. You swerved, his mouth landing on your neck instead. His hot wet lips were tracing it up and down, and you couldn’t hold down a hungry whimper. 

Haarlep smelled overwhelmingly sweet too, like chocolate truffles and melted caramel and ripe fruit and holy hell you have a sweet tooth, but it was too much.

"If Master throws another tantrum, just think about the punishment,” Haarlep cooed. “Imagine us both taking care of you, loving you, hurting you, worshipping you, debasing you…”

Your response was barely above a whisper - the most pathetic 'no' that had ever left your lips. "No, Haarlep... Seriously, I can't... He told me to wait for him tonight..."

Haarlep halted his advances and turned on his most pitiful expression. He looked less human or more like some strange fey, demon child — a look that would have made him incredibly popular in goth circles.

“Anya, please”, he whispered. “Raphael starves me. I want your touch so much it hurts me, and it hurts a lot. Please show some mercy”.

Tears welled up in his eyes, huge, genuine ones, and your heart ached with empathy.

“Why does Raphael starve you?”, you asked.

“Because of my loose tongue”, he sobbed. “And because of that damn letter from Cania I would have never written”. 

That letter was a bloody disaster and a very unclassy move on Haarlep’s part, you thought to yourself, yet still, nobody deserved to be treated like that.

“Just a taste”, he pleaded, fingers sliding down your swimsuit. “You are such a delight”.

The sweeter his words became, the more insistent his touches; he already managed to put down the lower part of your swimsuit to your knees and was on his way down. 

As you tried to shift away from him, he held you firmly between his arms and legs. He was damn forcing himself on you, and that’s one line Raphael would never allow to be crossed. 

“I said fucking no! Do you understand “no”, incubus?”

Without another thought, you aimed a sharp knee towards his groin, only to have it connect with his rock hard thigh, sending a jolt of pain up your leg.

Haarlep halted abruptly, baring his teeth at you like an irate cat. You were as angry as you were horny; you wanted Haarlep desperately, but not enough to ruin things with Raphael.

"Such a loyal and loving pet," Haarlep sneered, his lips twitching."Congratulations, you passed his test. A perfect little bootlicker".

You were not a bootkicker. You were fucking in love. Mutually so!

“Cocksucker,” was your retort. It was only after the words left your lips that you realized how ill-fitted it was to throw at an incubus. 

You used to fantasize about both of you as best friends—sharing cupcakes and gossiping—but that dream might need shelving now.

“And far, far superior to you,” Haarlep shot back without missing a beat. 

He leapt up and mumbled some cryptic curse before slinging his sports bag over his shoulder.

"You sure you want the truth?" he said, throwing the question over his shoulder like a gauntlet. "The cellar code is 7-3-5-6. Go fetch."

With that, he slammed the door shut behind him with such force it rattled in its frame, leaving you alone to tug your swimsuit bottoms up past your knees.

*****

You wanted some truth all right. Your fingers flew over the keypad, tap-tap-tap-tap and then a decisive pound on the hash key.

The door retaliated with a red glow. 

“CODE INCORRECT. 3 ATTEMPTS REMAINING. ENTER THE CORRECT CODE WITHIN THE NEXT MINUTE OR THE SECURITY OWNER WILL BE ALERTED OF A BREACH ATTEMPT.” 

What? He said 7-3-5-6, did he not? You tried again, double-checking each press of the keys.

“CODE INCORRECT. 2 ATTEMPTS REMAINING.”

"Haarlep!" You spat out through clenched teeth. "You son of a bitch!"

Panic clawed at your insides. Don't do this to me, not now, not like this. You tried again, hurling yourself against any logic and then once more because hell, what else did you have left to lose?

“SECURITY OWNER ALERTED OF A BREACH ATTEMPT.”

Your knees buckled and you slid down the wall, landing hard on the cold floor.

Raphael wasn't the one in charge of security, so who else could it have been? Yurgir? Korilla? How were you going to explain this mess and what could you possibly offer them to cover it up? Oh fuck, it’s like you tried to stole the Orphic Hammer, and you never did, never tried to, not even once.

No. You need to call him directly and tell him his fucker of an incubus has set you up.

"Mr. D’Avergni is tied up in meetings all day," Camilla's voice chimed through the phone line with practiced efficiency. "I'm afraid I won’t be able to pass on any messages until later this evening, Ms. Berger. Is there something urgent I can assist with?"

Attempted break-in at your place but didn't sleep with your incubus - does that count as breaking even?

“Just wanted to ask what to cook for dinner”, you asked.

Camilla let out a polite laugh.

"Oh, leave that to Lorenzo," she suggested lightly. "Mr D’Averngi is very particular about his meals - he specifically brought in a chef from Campania for that very reason. Is there anything else I can help with?"

How about asking Lorenzo to slip some antipsychotics into the boss's dinner so he doesn't flay me alive tonight? But instead, you bid her a hasty goodbye.

Now, it’s not like you wanted to run next. But you wanted to check if you theoretically could, because you noticed the security at the gates. So you took a leisurely walk towards them with your best "I'm innocent" smile on your face.

"Can we be of assistance to you, Ms. Berger?" The guard's voice sliced through the silence before your lips even parted to speak, his hand resting on the gun strapped at his side. "You need a ride? Just give us your destination and departure time."

His jacket bore the G4S logo and his blonde hair was cropped close in a military buzz.

"Ah, don’t bother," you replied, all casual like. "I can just hail an Uber."

His face hardened instantly. You'd said something wrong.

"We must strongly advise against that," he said. "Mr D'Avergni values his privacy."

"So... public transport?" 

"The nearest station is four kilometers away." Suspicion laced his words now. "Is there an issue?"

"I'm allowed to leave whenever I want though, right?"

There was an uneasy laugh, from him and his co-workers (at least four that you could see). You forced a laugh as well, even though you had no clue what was supposed to be funny.

"Of course you are, this is not a prison, Ms. Berger," he answered while keeping a firm hold on his weapon—as if reminding you of its presence would put you at ease. “We did have a recent security breach though; we’d feel much better if you stayed put for now."

So, you were not.

"I don't intend on leaving," you assured him. "Just checking what options I have. You all... have a good day!" 

If you decide to leave the mansion, they would alert him in no time. And then it would look like you attempted to breach in and then sneak out, which is not a good look at all, and something was telling you it wouldn’t be hard to track you down and jail you for break-in. 

Except your jail cell would likely be the very cellar you'd tried to break into.

****

The clock was ticking. 

If Raul likes punk, you'll give him punk, you thought, as you smeared on some dark liner and mascara and put on the white T-shirt you'd brought back from Wacken last year (nothing punk about a goat's skull, but hopefully rebellious enough for him), and then you waited, thinking of all the attacks and excuses and distractions you could use.

Raphael returned just before dinner was served, around nine. It was Raphael, definitely. No doubt about it. For he had grown bloody horns. You did not speak to him, he did not speak to you, just sat across from you on the table in his perfectly human form, except for, well, bloody horns. 

There was that uneasy air that comes from households that do not deal with the issue and let it fester. You knew he knew, you knew you knew he knew, and yet he said nothing, smoldering in silence. 

"How was your day?" you asked in your sweetest voice when the appetizers were served. 

"Successful," came his curt reply, leaving no room for further questioning. “Yours?”

“Quite something, actually”, you said, but received no further questions so you went on chasing antipasti with your fork.

This stonewalling tactic made your skin crawl; it was a classic move straight out of your mother's playbook. Raphael filled your glass with white wine, his exaggerated manners bordering on confrontational chivalry. You fired back by complimenting the wine with equal vigour.

The main course arrived with a flourish - seafood pasta garnished with fresh herbs and sprinkled with Parmesan cheese, its arrival announced in Italian - and Raphael plunged into it like a starving man. As soon as he bit into the calamari, you decided to attack first: 

"Your 'personal trainer' came at me pretty hard".

You put air quotes around 'personal trainer'. You put all the blame on Haarlep - and rightly so, because it WAS his fault. 

"Excuse me?" asked Raphael after he had a mouthful.

"Your personal trainer almost raped me."

His anger subsided for a moment as he looked at you in utter bewilderment.

"Who, Armand?"

"Oh God, yes, you know exactly who we are talking about," you said. "The incubus. Don't you think he should be punished?"

“Punished? If that were true, I'd prefer to see ‘the incubus’ fired and put behind bars”.

"If that were true?" you raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, “if that were true”?”

Raphael stopped eating and coughed into his handkerchief.

"Anya, Armand is...  come dire... well, obviously… a homosexual”, he lowered his voice. 

A man fucking his own incubus would be the last person to say “homosexual” in a low whisper.

"You know better than anyone else that being attracted to men and being attracted to women are not mutually exclusive," you said.

“I beg your pardon?!”

You noticed Raphael's cheeks flush suddenly, a sharp contrast against his tanned complexion. Your attempt at diversion seemed to have backfired, but you took a step back and chose your words carefully:

"What I meant was, one of the things I admire most about you is your lack of prejudice. You don't judge based on gender or race or..."

“The fuck are you insinuating, Anya? Spell it for me, please”.

You hesitated. He said fuck, and Raphael would never do that. Besides, he looked as shocked as only a middle-aged man with a deeply Catholic upbringing could be. Oh, now he was suddenly Catholic! He had no problem getting a blowjob in a confessional before.

"I thought you were... flexible," you admitted after a moment's pause, sinking into your own seat. "Bisexual, perhaps?"

Pansexual, you corrected yourself internally, but refrained from saying it aloud.

"Who gave you that idea?" Raphael's tone turned icy. "As far as I recall, I made my preferences quite clear to you. Do you need a fresh reminder? I’ll give you one”. 

Why was his bloody threat such a turn on for you? The fact that you had already been edged and frustrated twice today only made things worse. You bit your tongue, trying to find a way out of this precarious situation.

"Armand hinted the two of you had something," you said tentatively. “But I might have misinterpreted, of course”.

Raphael gave you a long, thoughtful look before responding.

"If there's any truth to that - and I seriously doubt it - that little shit will get what's coming to him," Raphael's lips tightened and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, tell me something else. I heard some peculiar rumours at my company. What were your last words to Konstantin before he died?"

"Who's Konstantin? The jerk yuppie from your company? I told him... well, that I hoped he would get hit by a bus."

"And how did it just so happen that the bloody thing actually happened to him?"

"Are you serious?" you asked, staring at his horns. He even absent-mindedly rubbed them. “Infernal magic, god damn it”. 

Maybe Asmodeus fucked up Raphael so badly that he got amnesia and now thinks he is a human banker?

"Infernal magic," he repeated slowly. "Let me guess, because you're a witch who serves the devil? Is that the little fantasy world you invented as an excuse? How convenient. Maybe it is time for me to play inquisitor with you."

Ah, the fuck. You hated the visceral sexual reaction your body had when Raphael chastised you like that, rapping the fork on the table, threatening an interrogation.

"This crazy girl act of yours is impressive, very convincing indeed," he continued, "but it's growing tiresome, Anya. A stunning young woman who I just happened to bump into at a café falls head over heels for me and lets me do everything I ever fantasized about,” he said, emptying his wine glass in one gulp as his Italian accent thickened again. “You appeared too perfect to be real and voila! Today I get a security breach alert. How incredibly naive of me to think luck had finally smiled upon me."

All your mind could process was that he thought you were too good to be true, which is what you'd always thought of him. Plus, there seemed to be genuine sorrow in his eyes.

"Who are you really working for, Anya?" Raphael asked, his jaw tight. "Interpol? Competition? Was killing Konstantin a warning about the defende contractor deal?”

Interpol!? The suggestion was so insane that now, finally, it was him who sounded completely unhinged. 

"No one. You made sure of that, Raul," you said, using the name to try and soothe him.

“You tried to break into my cellar. Do you take me for such a fool?”

"No," you replied, avoiding eye contact and feeling tears prick at your eyes. "I was — I am —  afraid of you. I needed to know what was inside and why you take Risperidone."

"Is there anything else about me you haven't pried into?" He snapped. "Stop the waterworks, I won't be easily manipulated."

But you couldn't stop the waterworks, you hated when he man scolded you like that when all you wanted was his approval, and the fact that you couldn't stop the waterworks only made the tears flow harder.

Raphael's expression softened ever so slightly.

"My father's… demise affected me deeply, if you were truly wondering." He paused before adding, "As for the cellar...let's go together and see what secrets it holds. Confront your fears head-on.”

You looked up at him. What could there be? Dead girls. Definitely dead girls. Lots of dead girls in the cellar. Oh no. Raul is a maniac, that's why he's on Risperidone. He paid the police, so he got away with it. And Raphael… he collected their souls, probably. A theory as solid as any other.

"I'd rather not," you manage to choke out between sobs.

"Oh no, we shall," he insisted. "Don't make me drag you along, piccola".

*****

He didn't yank or shove you; instead, he was all manners as he escorted you down the stairs. His fingers traced the keypad, entering a sequence that was Haarlep's code played in reverse. With a soft click, the doors opened and he motioned for you to enter first - chivalry at its finest.

You descended into silence. No moans or screams echoed off the walls, no sounds of sex or torture filled the air. Just a steady mechanical hum and a long, pristine white hallway.

At first you smelled faintly of gun oil and varnish. Then he led you to the first room on the right. Racks and racks of hunting rifles were proudly displayed in expensive wooden cabinets that lined the walls. 

"Guns?" 

That was a step up from corpses, but hardly a comforting thought given this man's daily breakfast of antipsychotic medication. 

"Rifles," he confirmed. “All legally acquired and secured, as they should be. Just an extra precaution for any guests who may be overly curious.”

He selected one from its resting place and caressed its dark wooden barrel with his fingertips.

"Beretta 687, Diamond Pigeon," he introduced. "One of the best in my collection."

You'd always been pro-gun control, now you found yourself veering towards outright prohibition.

"What do you hunt?" you asked.

Raphael laughed softly.

"Beautiful women, Anya," he said, leaning casually against the weapon display, rifle in hand. "You might want to start sprinting."

Your eyes darted between him and the gun then up at the staircase wondering if he was going to offer up any sort of head start.

"Are you seriously... My, you are absolutely precious. How could I ever hurt you?" he shook his head in disbelief, a twinkle in his eye. "I track deer, boar and birds, whatever's in season and legal. Say, what did you think I had down here?"

You couldn’t quite admit that your mind had painted him as some madman with stacks of dead girls hidden.

Especially since they could still be tucked away in another room.

"Or should I rather ask what you were fantasizing about?" he smiled as he put the gun back into its place. "A medieval dungeon? Torture racks? St Andrew Crosses? Stocks? Me playing the part of the cruel inquisitor chaining up the little witch?”

His entire demeanor changed; now relaxed yet wickedly playful. His ability to flip moods like a switch was both amusing and terrifying. You did entertain some of these thoughts, but you bit your tongue to deny him the gratification of knowing so, and you could definitely not flip moods as easily.

“Um, no,” you said, trying not to stare at the huge rifles behind the glass. 

"No?" he raised an eyebrow, "You had quite the expression on your lovely face at the dinner table."

“I did not”, you denied, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Undress," came his command. Seeing your surprised expression, he reiterated: "I said get those pants off."

You were not arguing with a man in a room full of guns. You unzipped your jeans and let them slide to the ground, staying in nothing but red lace panties, white socks and a t-shirt.

He wasted no time as his hand slipped between your legs, pushing your underwear aside. Your breath caught in your throat as he presented you with his slickened fingers and placed him to your lips.

“What do we have here, little liar?”

You made a little “beats me” shrug as he pressed closer.

"Must I spell it out for you, or can you figure it out all by yourself?"

Shaking your head, you obediently licked his fingers clean. His response was two satisfied nods of approval and a soft pat on the top of your head. Maybe you could also flip moods easily.

"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?", Raphael asked, his voice turning hoarse which you found wildly erotic. “Very well, I vowed to reward you if you could hold out till sundown, and so you did, despite all the temptations. You deserve to have your every dirty little fantasy fulfilled. But first, let's set the stage just right." His hand had snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. "Close your eyes."

And so you did, feeling the pressure of his palm against the small of your back. It was firm, but not unkind.

You moved like a dancer following her partner's lead - one step forward, then another.

The cool metal of a door handle pressed against your palm as he guided your hand towards it, the click of the latch releasing. What was behind that door?

You decided to trust him and took a step.

Well, you should've known better because down you plummeted. Down. Straight down. The air rushed past your ears and the pressure built up in your chest. It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath you, as if you were sliding down a water slide where the bottom suddenly drops out from under you.

You slid and tumbled down a surprisingly soft clay tunnel, but couldn't help screaming in terror. How on earth could there be a clay tunnel underneath the villa? Where did he flush you? At least it didn’t hurt. 

You tumbled out into the open, landing in what seemed to be... a meadow? That didn't make any sense geometrically. You should have ended up somewhere underground. You opened your eyes to see bright daylight.

Off in the distance, a windmill with wooden blades was spinning peacefully, surrounded by hills covered in wildflowers and wheat fields. Cows grazed contentedly by a babbling brook. Smelled like shit and fresh grass.

What fucking mill, what fucking field, what fucking cows?!

There was somebody you could ask indeed; a man was approaching you. 

He was dressed like... like...

Okay, you didn't really pay attention in history class. But you'd say medieval. And the man was not larping, because one look at his weather-beaten face and teeth that had seen better days told you that no one was that dedicated to his hobby. 

You scrutinized him, his wool chaperon, his handmade boots. He returned the favor, taking in your red lace panties and Baphomet T-shirt, your leather bracelet, your smokey eyes. And then he said:

"Ach du mein lieber Herrgott. Hexe! HEXE!"

[zprites]

June TMNT All 4-1!

It's time. The man, the myth, the legend... It's Bayverse Raphael! This month's prompt came to me surprisingly quickly as compared to some of the previous months so I'm riding this high!

The lovely hosts: @turtle-babe83, @thelaundrybitch, and @leosgirl82 <3

Prompt I chose: “Well, that didn’t go as planned…”

Bayverse! Raph x Female! Reader - SFW

As always, the turtles and reader are both well into their 20s!

Enjoy! <333

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Summer Loving

If words fail… She'll know what I mean If words fail… She'll just take my hand She sees me like no one else has If words fail… She'll understand When Words Fail - Brian D’Arcy James

"C'mon you slowpoke!" You called back to Raph, your voice reverberating off the  walls of the sewer. 

"You know I can easily catch up to you, right?" Raph said, keeping a modest distance between the two of you. You gathered he was being slow on purpose, probably because he wanted to let you win a race for once, but you weren't having it. 

You knew what would happen if he caught up to you. So you goaded him on.

"I'd like to see you try, old fart!" You hollered before breaking out in a full on sprint, smiling widely as you rounded the corner. 

You heard the telltale sounds of him rapidly approaching you, heavy footsteps breaking through your constant giggles until he was right behind you. He reached out and ran his fingers along your sides, knowing it was one of your ticklish spots, causing you to squeal and try to squirm out of his grasp. 

"Raph! Let me go!" You managed to get out.

He didn't let up. "What was that you called me? An 'old fart'?"

"Okay, okay! You're not an old fart! You're a young one! A baby fart even! Please! I'm gonna pee!!" Tears welled up in your eyes as your cheeks quickly began to grow sore from the enormous grin on your face.

Thankfully he ceased his attack, allowing you to catch your breath. "So I'm a baby fart now?" He raised a brow ridge at you.

You slowly collected yourself before nodding. He let out a chuckle while shaking his head. "Suppose that's better than an old one."

"I don't know, you are kind of old." You teased. 

"I'm only a month older than you. Besides, if I was really old, I wouldn't be about to do this." He promptly picked you up, easily settling you against his chest with a singular muscular arm. 

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner. “Okay show-off. You made your point.”

He gave a breathy laugh as he set out further into the sewers, fully intent on carrying you the rest of the way. 

Not that you were complaining. You planned for this after all, knowing after he caught up with you he would opt to hold you in his arms for the remainder of the walk, like he always did. You used to question it but always got a simple ‘It’s faster this way’, so you’ve learned over the years to just accept it. 

After being away for five months at a time you found yourself wanting him to carry you at every opportunity when you were back home. Like now.

You decided to go out of state for your graduate program, wanting to further your education in data science at a gorgeous university located in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Thankfully you only had two more semesters left and with each break you came  back to your hometown, staying with the turtles who graciously opened up their home to you since your family had moved out of the country during your previous semester. You used to live with April but since you began school in Colorado, she moved in with her boyfriend, Casey Jones. 

You didn’t mind. In fact, you were glad you were staying with the brothers who you had come to consider family. You looked back on the night you met them with fondness - April trying to shield their hulking forms in her living room when you raided the kitchen at 2am, squinting at the massive mutants behind her in the dim light, tension filling the air until you asked them, in your sleep-addled stupor, if they wanted some late night nachos. Five plates of nachos later and the rest was history. 

Over the past two weeks you spent as much time as possible catching up with the turtles. Leo joined you in yoga and meditation some mornings, Donnie enthusiastically discussed everything you learned while looking over your notes and textbooks (which you always let him keep), and Mikey was glad to have another person to paint with again. 

And Raph, well anytime you weren’t hanging out with his brothers you could be found by his side. The two of you did everything together, from watching movies to singing along while he played his guitar. However one of your favorite pastimes was when the two of you would lay opposite of each other on his bed, him knitting while you read outloud, your legs resting against his. It was comforting, those moments. 

Which did nothing to help your ever growing crush on the mutant terrapin. Soon after meeting him you were instantly smitten, feeling your heartbeat pick up whenever he glanced your way, or when he smiled at you, or when his hand would sometimes rest on your leg, running his fingers along your calf almost lovingly, causing you to stutter while you tried desperately to focus on the words you were reading to him. 

Yeah, you were fucked…

Raph was your best friend and while the others would text you everyday while you were out of state, he was the one who always wished you a ‘good morning’ when you woke up for classes and a ‘good night’ when you headed to bed. At least once a week he would call you up when he knew you were in bed, talking to you for hours until you both inevitably fell asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing. He made you feel special, as if you were the most important person in his life. 

And you supposed you were, since he told you so earlier when he tried to kiss you.

Okay, in your defense you should have seen this coming, but you figured he wasn't interested in you in a romantic sense, so you kept your feelings to yourself all those years. You told yourself that his wandering gazes and lingering touches were nothing more than what they were, just fixed looks and accidental brushes of skin. Oh how wrong you were.

For not even four hours ago the two of you were cleaning up after dinner, alone in the kitchen. You made a passing joke, one that might have been self-deprecating in nature, but it seemed to have caused something in him to snap since he took you by the shoulders and… 

Well, if you had the tiniest sliver of uncertainty in regards to his feelings for you before, you definitely didn't now.

He confessed everything, from how he was captivated by your laughter and smile from the very beginning to how you occupied his every waking thought. How he missed you when you were gone and always treasured every second he spent with you, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side.

If only Mikey chose to barge into the kitchen a few seconds later, not when Raph's lips were only centimeters away from your own. 

You bit your lip as you thought about that moment, remembering the sincerity in his voice, the way his warm breath tickled your face, the feel of his rough skin on your cheek. 

And you were hell bent on getting that kiss tonight, through hell or high water. You had just the activity in mind to set the mood just right for that to happen, and thankfully when you suggested it to him he agreed. 

“We’re here.” 

Raph’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He had stopped at the ladder that led to the more affluent part of Staten Island, shifting you in his arms as he grabbed the rung closest to him. 

“Better hold on tight, spider monkey.”

Your full-bellied laugh rang through the tunnels as he began his ascent, your arms looping tightly around his neck. Soon the two of you were in the middle of the suburban street. Using the dark of the night to his advantage he kept to the shadows, keeping the two of you out of sight despite it being almost midnight. You pointed out a house to him and he moved towards it. A quick peek over the backyard fence confirmed that this house had what you two were looking for and effortlessly hopped the two of you over the fence with you still in his arms. 

Raph finally put you down and you immediately slid out of your flip-flops, the cool grass beneath your feet felt heavenly as you walked closer to the large in-ground pool. You bent down and tested the water’s temperature with your hand.

“It’s a bit cold, but thankfully it looks like no one is home to hear you bitch.” You teased, standing back up to your full height.

He let out a huff. “I don’t bitch. You’re the one who squeals like a little girl when the water… isn’t…”

He trailed off as he watched you get out of the oversized shirt you wore over your swimsuit, letting it fall to the ground and fully revealing your bikini-clad body to him. You looked at him over your shoulder, a knowing gleam in your eyes.

“When the water isn’t what?”

His mouth opened and closed several times as his eyes raked over your form. If this were anyone else you would have smacked them or at the very least yell at them for ogling you, but this was Raph, and now that you knew how he felt, you felt nothing but flattery for the way he took the sight of you in.

“Hello? Earth to Raph…” 

He blinked and shook his head, as if he was trying to get rid of whatever mental image he had conjured up.

“Just get in the pool.” He grumbled, already taking off his gloves. 

You snickered and took a few steps back from the pool’s edge, knowing getting in the chilly water would be easier if you jumped in. So you did, cannonballing into the pool with a modest sized splash. 

Surprisingly enough your body adjusted to the water temperature rather quickly as you began moving gently across the water’s surface, seeing that Raph was now busy removing his knee pads.

“Any day now.” You taunted.

You couldn’t hear what he said in response because you went underwater, doing a few flips as you waited for him to join you. Finally he lowered himself into the chlorine water, wearing only his shorts. 

As you came up for air you were prompt splashed. Raph chuckled as you sputtered.

“Really?!”

You were met with another splash.

“Alright, that’s it!”

The two of you started an all out war, attacking each other with never-ending barrages of water. Soon you had to surrender as there was no way to win against his powerful sprays he produced with ease while you struggled to land any hits on him. He basked in his victory, letting out several whoops while you snuck around behind him, latching onto his shell and pulling back with all your might, effectively sending both of you under the water. 

You broke the surface and giggled as you felt his hands come to your waist before he joined you, his own laughs intermingling with yours in the quiet of the night.

Eventually the amusement of the situation died down. The two of you stayed that way, simply enjoying each other's presence while crickets chirped in the distance. He was crouched in the five-foot deep water so that he was eye level with you, holding you above the surface since he knew your mouth would be submerged if you were to fully stand. Time seemed to slow down as you stared into his golden eyes. 

You decided now was the time to lure him in. 

“Did you really mean what you said?” You asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. 

Hook…

He seemed confused so you clarified for him. "What you said, back in the kitchen…"

Raph frowned while you felt the hands on your waist tighten their hold. "You think I would joke about something like that?" 

You hummed, your own hands coming to run along his shoulders and upper arms in a repeated motion. "No, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

Line…

His breath hitched as you gave him a gentle smile. It took him a moment before he licked his lips and opened his mouth to speak but no words left him. This continued for a bit until he shook his head and let out a sigh. “Sorry, I’m… Having a hard time thinking right now.”

“That’s okay, take your time.”

Raph took a deep breath. “I just… There’s not much I can say that I haven’t already said.”

One of your hands moved to cup his cheek, running your thumb across the pebbled green skin. 

His gaze never left yours as you felt him nuzzle into your caress. 

“You’re everything to me.” His voice was low, as if he was afraid this was all a dream. “You… You have this way of making me feel like I really am someone; not just a giant mutant turtle, but an actual person. I know I can’t give you a lot, but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t love you. And…”

He trailed off as his eyes glanced down to your lips so quickly that you would have missed it if you blinked. 

“And…?” You breathed out.

“And I really want to kiss you.”

Got him.

"Well, good…" You leaned in a bit closer to him before continuing. "Because I really want you to kiss me."

 His eyes widened at your admission. The seconds ticked by as you allowed him time to gather his nerves. Finally he began to close the distance between you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you closed your eyes once his lips were a hair’s width from yours.

“MOMMY!! There’s a strange lady in the pool!”

The two of you froze.

“And she’s kissing an alien!”

Shit… Guess someone was home after all…

In your periphery you could see a small boy running back inside the home and several lights turn on, most likely from his mother checking to see what all the commotion is about. 

“Run?”

Just as the question left your lips, Raph picked you up once more and hauled the two of you out of the pool.

He gathered up both of your belongings in one arm while he held you with the other, getting the two of you back into the sewers as quickly as possible before being seen again, jumping down into the dark tunnels and replacing the manhole cover with a skill that came with years of practice.

In the dead silence of the sewers the two of you gave one quick look at each other before devolving into fits of laughter. He gently set you down before handing you your sandals and shirt. 

“Well, that didn’t go as planned…” You jested while you tugged your shirt over your head, the hem reaching your knees due to how large it was. Beside you Raph was busy securing his knee pads back on.

He chuckled while you slid on your flip-flops. “No, but that ain’t stopping me anymore.”

“Oh?” You asked, mouth curving into a smile. 

Raph tossed aside his gloves and reached for you, pulling you towards him before he promptly pressed his lips against yours. 

Yeah, definitely worth the wait…

[abihasablog]

A Ticklish Mouse

Fandom: BG3

Characters: Tav, Raphael, Haarlep

You break into the House of Hope to steal the Orphic Hammer, though you find yourself caught in the claws of a tricky incubus instead. They quickly discover something about you that you rather wish they hadn't.

Read on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60099727

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You may have overestimated your ability to sneak around the House of Hope without being caught. Almost immediately you stumble  into the Boudoir, coming across a very scantily clad creature resembling the master of the house. 

“A lost little mouse is running through the House. A thief in the night, greedy and here to take.” The cambion flashes their teeth as they leans back, legs spread wantonly. “Why are you here, little thief?”

“Raphael?” The words are thick on your tongue, your mouth suddenly dry. The cambion chuckles, shaking his head. 

“No, not I. I am Haarlep, Raphael’s incubus. And I would be a poor servant if I let my master’s favourite potential client wander around his House uninvited. Come here, little thief.” 

“Why would I do that?” You take a cautious step back. They make no move to approach you, their smile betraying their certainty of your obedience. 

“Because if you don’t, I will be forced to do something neither of us want me to do. Now come here, little mouse, and let me help.”

Slowly, you step towards the bed. Once you are within arms reach, Haarlep reaches out and grasps your hand, surprising you enough that you lose balance and fall flat on the bed. Immediately, Haarlep has you on your back, arms pinned above your head. 

“Get off of me!” You cry indignantly, trying in vain to dislodge the much larger creature. Haarlep tuts, waving their hand. Soft ropes wrap around your wrists and pull your arms taut above your head. 

“My apologies, little mouse. But I must insist you must remain here until Raphael returns.” They slip from the bed, hips swaying as they approach the pack you’d dropped. They bend down to rifle through it, humming to themself. While their back is turned you tug hard at your restraints, but find them totally secure. With a huff you lift your head to watch Haarlep dig through your stash of health potions, assorted keys, and loose bits of food. They turn  to you with a quirked brow, and you can’t help your blush. “How in the nine hells have you survived thus far if this is your ‘break into a devil’s home’ pack?”

“I get by.” 

“Clearly,” Apparently satisfied, Haarlep approaches the bed again. You get a good look at the incubus in all their glory, and feel your heartbeat quicken. They must sense it, smirking as they sit beside you once more. You suddenly wish you’d worn your armour. You had thought that your camp clothes may be more subtle, though as Haarlep looks over you like he wants to eat you, you feel very exposed. “Raphael will be here soon, little thief. Whatever shall we do in the meantime?” 

They drag a fingertip lightly down your chest, halting when he reaches the hem of your shirt. Haarlep’s intentions are clear, and if you had a modicum of sense you may have been afraid. But all you can think about is the feather soft touch threatening to slide against your skin. You take a deep breath.

“Now, why don’t you save yourself some trouble and tell me what you came here for. I know it couldn’t have been to see Raphael, as he has been waiting patiently for you in Baldur’s Gate. So I can only assume…” A manicured claw scratches along the soft swell of your belly. “You have come here to steal.” 

You inhale sharply, the feeling making you shiver. “A botched teleportation, that’s all.” 

“Do not lie,” Haarlep hisses. Their hand rests against your torso, fingers tapping in a manner that’s clearly meant to be a thinly veiled threat of disembowelment, except the touch is light enough that you feel the start of a grin tugging at your lips. “Little thief, must I coax the truth from you?” 

“How?” You ask, then mentally berate yourself for engaging. Haarlep chuckles, leaning in close to press an almost tender kiss to the underside of your jaw. 

“How about you and I become better acquainted?” Their hand claws against your skin, and an embarrassingly loud squeak breaks the tension between you.

Haarlep’s eyes widen for a moment, before they laugh outright as they realise your predicament. “Oh, dear! Poor little mouse, so trapped and so very ticklish.”

“Shut up!” You snap, trying to hide your face in your hair. Haarlep tucks a lock behind your ears, catching your chin in their hand to meet your gaze. 

“How careless of you to reveal such a thing to me, little thief. Oh, I shall have you all tickled out by the time Raphael gets home. I will have you begging and squirming so prettily, drunk on my touch.” 

You can’t help but gasp, toes curling in your shoes. “I don’t think that’s really necessary.”

“Necessary? Oh my dear, of course it is. There is nothing I would like to hear more than your pretty laughter,” They climb on top of you, and scratch their claws into your exposed underarms. You shriek at the unexpected touch and try to yank your arms down, but the bindings hold you tight. Haarlep laughs at your weak attempts to struggle, tickling up your naked arms and down again. 

“Nononono!” You kick at them, but find your leg snatched up in their tail. 

“Naughty,” they purr. 

One hand disappears from your body, and with a quick swipe of a claw opens the fastenings on your bodice, exposing your naked chest. You barely have time to be indignant before they're tracing featherlight spirals up and down your torso. It's not half as intense as the tickly torture you’d already been subjected to, and you were loathe to admit that it actually felt nice. You feel yourself sink down into the bed, your laughter turned to breathless giggles.

“There, that’s better. Poor ticklish little creature, Raphael will just eat you up.” Haarlep continues his torment, watching you arch your back with a smirk. “Naughty little thing. What did you think would happen, breaking into the House of Hope? Did you think you might just slip in, steal from Raphael, and slip away again unnoticed?” 

“I hahahahad sort of hoped!” You wiggle like  a worm caught on a string. They cock their head at you, bringing both hands down to tickle ruthlessly at your belly. You descend into hysterics as they quickly map out the spots that make your brain turn mushy. As tears swell in your eyes they slow their hands, swirling his fingertips around your belly. You take a few deep breaths, still squirming beneath him.

“Aren't you the most ticklish little mouse,” Haarlep purrs. “Are you enjoying yourself, little one? Do you like it when I tickle you?”

“Nohohohoho!” The teasing settles in your gut and makes your thighs clench. It makes the ticklish so much worse!

“I think you dooooo,” Haarlep singsongs, one hand abandoning your belly to slip behind him and tickle your thigh. You squeal at the touch, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes to alleviate the thrilling feeling. Haarlep is unfairly good at this. “Oh? Just there?”

They slide backwards to perch on your knees. Your outfit does not protect you, and a blush creeps down your chest as they push the fabric out of the way, goosebumps rising on your skin. They wiggle down to sit between your legs, tail still wrapped around an ankle and holding it aloft. Without warning they dip their head and blow a raspberry against the soft skin of your inner thigh, and you swear you black out for a moment as you shriek in laughter. You struggle to form words as hands dig gently into your hips, torturing and holding you down.

“Plehehehehehease!” You manage through your hysterics. “Plehehehease go somewhere else!”

“Now why would I do that?” They press a kiss to the spot, before moving to the other thigh. You barely manage a gasp before the doors to the Boudoir swing open and Raphael swoops in, clad in his usual fineries with a fiery expression on his face. 

“My my, what a treat to come back to. Haarlep,” Raphael strides up beside the bed, not even sparing you a glance as he curls his fingers through the Incubus’s hair. He tightens his fist enough that Haarlep draws back with a sigh, fluttering their eyelashes. “What is the meaning of this?”

“A lost little mouse stumbled into the Boudoir, and ended up all caught up in my claws!” Haarlep drags a finger down your naked thigh, grinning as you tense. “You took so very long coming home, I had to entertain myself.”

“So it would seem.” Raphael releases Haarlep as he turns to gaze at you. You must look a state, hair dishevelled from thrashing, arms bound to his bed and covered in sweat. “My my, little mouse. What have we gotten ourselves into?”

“Raphael,” You try to splutter an explanation, but you're caught off guard by the return of Haarlep's mouth to your thigh. “Nonono don't!”

A huff of hot air kisses your skin as Haarlep chuckles. “Oh Raphael, what an absolute treat this one is. May we keep her?”

“The little mouse will remain caged until an answer is provided of why they have come, quite uninvited.” Raphael perches beside you, his gaze hot. 

“I wasn't going to take anything!” You stammer quickly before Haarlep gets the chance to interrupt you again.  “Would you believe me if I said I was looking for you?”

Raphael stares at you, unimpressed. “Seeing as I have been in the same place I have always been since you arrived at the Gate, I doubt that very much.” 

“Well yes, but I needed to see you privately!” You try, but to your credit it's very hard to sound convincing when there's an incubus between your legs. “Could you- could you perhaps call Haarlep off so we may speak?”

“Ha!” Haarlep laughs, as Raphael chuckles himself. 

“Oh dear, has my incubus been unkind to you, little thief? You were making an awful racket.”

“Let me show you, Master!” Haarlep exclaims. Their tail yanks your leg further to the side, exposing more of your abused inner thigh. “Oh, what a terrible torture I have invented for this poor little one.”

You barely manage a cry of protest before permission is given and Haarlep is blowing another raspberry, hands scribbling over the sensitive skin underneath your belly button. You throw your head back in hysterical laughter, embarrassment hitting an all time high at the knowledge Raphael is watching you.

“Stoooooop!” You plead, trying to push Haarlep away with your free leg. Raphael rests a hand on Haarlep’s neck as he watches you squirm. “Plehehehehehease I'm sorry!”

“Fascinating,” Raphael hums. “I heard you were whipped by a Priest of Loviator for fun, but a little bit of ticking is what brings you down?”

“You never told me that,” Haarlep pouts. Their fingers curl under your knees as they speak, smirking as you kick and giggle. “Perhaps a creature as ticklish as this one needs a firm touch, perhaps even the gentle caress of a lover has our mouse squirming and giddy.”

“Shut up!” You land a firm kick against the Incubus’s leg.  Your ankles are suddenly locked up in soft leather cuffs, and the tail that once held your leg aloft now trails down your calf. You realise a moment too late its destination, as it flicks your slippers off and the pointy tip wiggles between your toes. You break into deep belly laughs, eyes squeezing shut and hands scrambling to grab at the sheets. Your addled brain takes a shot in the dark. “HEHEHEHELP!”

“Help,” Raphael scoffs. A hand curls around your chin and tugs it, forcing you to meet his heated gaze. “Tell me why you're here, little mouse.”

“Nohohohohoho!” You cannot let slip your intentions, he'd kill you. You simply have to endure this torture until the others wonder what's taking you so long and come to search for you. 

“Then perhaps we ought to subject you to this torture for a while longer.”

“Wahahahait, nonono plehehehease!” 

Haarlep dips for another raspberry against your skin. Raphael hums, and for a brief moment you think there's no way he would participate in such a childish torture, but then he's wiggling his fingertips into the soft skin of your belly. 

“NO! Plehehehehehease!”

Your pleas are ignored, both devils working in agonising tandem to torment you. 

“Poor little mouse, so helpless.”

You whine through your laughter, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Oooooh dear! I think teasing makes it worse for our little thief, Master.”

“I think you may be right,” Raphael catches your chin in a gentle grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. His other hand trails up your sternum, fingertips curling along your collarbone. “Does it tickle, little mouse? How does it feel to be so very helpless, hmm? Does it feel good?”

He manoeuvres your chin, making you nod. 

“It does?” He teases. What a bizarre situation you find yourself in, to hear a devil laugh as he teases you. You almost wish they'd just kill you instead, if only to save the embarrassment. “Hmm, perhaps you deserve the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps you really are here to see me.”

You try to agree, but your words are lost in laughter as Haarlep slips further down your legs to run gentle claws behind your knees. 

“If you truly do wish to speak, then by all means.” He leans close to you, his breath hot against your cheek. “Speak.”

“I want to discuss our deal!” Is what you try to say, though it comes put in a jumble of giggles and noises. Raphael must understand you, because he pauses his attack. Haarlep pulls back too, though their hands still rest menacingly against your calves. “I wanted to make amendments, regarding my friends.”

“How predictable,” Raphael sighs. “Let me guess. Replace the orb in the wizard and the engine in the tiefling with their true hearts?”

“Oh. Well, yes.”

“And what could you possibly leverage over me to make such amendments? If I were to accept, I would be angering both Mystra and Zariel.”

“You would have the Crown! Why care what they think?” You say. Raphael taps a finger to his chin, clearly faking consideration. Your stomach drops. “There must be something else you want too?”

Raphael looks down his nose at you, as though you'd said something utterly stupid.

“She has been very cooperative, Master,” Haarlep interjected with a purr. Raphael rolls his eyes.

“Fine. I will consider your proposition, I promise nothing else. I am sure I will think of something to take in return.”

“Thank you,” you say earnestly. It hadn't exactly been what you'd come here hoping to achieve - the Orphic Hammer was still very much beyond your grasp. But a deal to get Gale and Karlach out of their miserable fates was better than nothing. “Will you… could you perhaps let me go now?”

“Oh no, little mouse. I'm not quite through with you yet. We may have gotten an answer from you, though there is still the matter of punishment for breaking in.”

“I thought this was the punishment!” You cry indignantly. Raphael chuckles, gesturing for Haarlep to carry on. You whine and giggle as they resume the tender caress of your legs. 

“I'd hardly call this a punishment, I have not once heard you tell us to stop. Haarlep?”

“Quite right, little thief. And I do believe you could have cast one of your little spells to get away any time you wanted. But you don't want to, do you? I think you really are enjoying yourself.”

You shake your head rapidly through your laughter, it was not fun, not at all, and your insides definitely did not flip at the tug of a smirk on the devil’s lips. 

“Perhaps we could sweeten the pot of your proposal.” Raphael sweeps a finger across your waist. “You will answer any and all questions honestly, and once we are done we will speak no more about the breaking and entering.” 

His gaze turns dark for a moment as his eyes pour into yours. 

“And we shall also forget the true reasoning that brought you here, yes?”

“Yes,” You say, cheeks burning. Of course he would know. He chuckles, sitting back. 

“First question, and this is an easy one,” he traces a finger slowly down you, starting at your neck and ending with a tap on your thigh, just above Haarlep’s head. “Where are you most ticklish?”

“Oh, that’s mean!” Haarlep grins, resting their cheek against your thigh. 

“Really? I thought I was being kind, since the alternative would be finding out ourselves by process of elimination.”

Fortunately, this is an easy question. “I don’t know, this is the first time since I was a child.” 

Unfortunately, the answer makes both of them perk up. 

“Process of elimination it is.” 

“Nonono wait wait wait!” You squeak. “It’s my thighs! My thighs so far, does that count?!” 

“Hmm…” Raphael seems to consider it. “I suppose it counts. For now.” 

“Spoilsport,” Haarlep sighs. “I hope we will do a thorough evaluation at some point soon though, Master?” 

“Naturally,” Raphael pets the incubus. “Perhaps once our business is concluded here, I can arrange for the little mouse to come over and spend some time with you, one to one, as a reward for your selfless and inventive capture of her.”

You’re only half sure he’s just saying that to wind you up, but it works. Your legs squeeze around Haarlep, who smirks up at you in response. 

“Oh, I think she likes that idea.” 

“Which leads me to my next question, just as easy as the first.” Raphael grips your chin, forcing eye contact. “Are you enjoying yourself, little mouse?” 

Just as easy, and yet twice as wicked. 

You glare at him, though you know you must look as intimidating as a kitten that’s fallen in a puddle. From between your legs, Haarlep giggles. 

“That’s a very sweet pout, little thief, but do remember the terms of this fun little caveat. You must answer truthfully.” They sit back on their haunches and scoot down on the bed to sit between your feet. You curl your toes and yank at your bindings in panic, but it does nothing to stop ten clawed fingers descending and scribbling along your soles. 

“NOT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE!” Tears slip down your cheeks as you quickly realise your thighs were not in fact your most ticklish spot. Haarlep shows no mercy, the grin on their face telling you just how much they were enjoying making you laugh and thrash on the bed. Raphael’s thumb wipes a stray tear from your face, his voice barely audible to you over your own hysterics. 

“I ask again, are you enjoying yourself?” He purrs. You clench your jaw even as Haarlep finds an extra ticklish spot under your toes, sending you spiralling into giggles. There was no way out of this, you realise. Raphael would be able to tell if you lied to him, and you weren’t stupid enough to intentionally antagonise him… at least to his face. So you grit your teeth, and give him the smallest nod. 

At once, Haarlep stops. You gasp for breath as they rub their palms firmly up and down your soles, chasing away the lingering tickles. With your eyes closed, you don’t notice Raphael reaching for you until his fingers brush the hair from your sweaty forehead. 

“Look at me, mouse.”

You open your eyes warily. The cambion and the incubus wear matching expressions of glee, and it makes your stomach jump. 

“A verbal answer, now that Haarlep has ceased his cruel torment of your poor toes.”

“You’re never going to let this go,” you state with a scowl. Raphael merely grins. 

“Never.”

“I’m enjoying myself,” you mutter. Haarlep cups one hand to their ear, and waves the other threateningly over your foot. 

“I didn’t quite catch that!”

“I’m enjoying myself!” You squeal and curl your toes protectively. Haarlep crawls back up your body and flops beside you with a content sigh. They gaze up at Raphael sweetly, pointedly hovering his palm over your belly. 

“Any more, dear Master?” 

“Hmm…” Raphael looks you over appraisingly. You suddenly realise how much of your skin is exposed to him and hurriedly try to cover yourself, which is quite difficult with no use of your limbs. Raphael, in a shocking display of mercy, snaps his fingers to release you. The ropes slither away, and you quickly yank your clothes back into place. You scowl at Haarlep as you tug your ripped bodice back over your chest, but they only bat their eyelids delicately. “You are forgiven, little mouse. We shall speak no more about your breaking and entering.”

“Thank you,” you mumble. You sit up.

“Leaving so soon?” Haarlep pouts. Your gaze flits up to Raphael. You’re going nowhere without his permission. He stands without looking at you, readjusting his sleeves and strolling to the desk by the window. He tugs a small key from his pocket and unlocks a small drawer. From inside he pulls a small silver band. He walks back over to you, holding out his hand. You accept the offered ring without thought. 

“Should you ever wish to speak with me and are unable to get to Sharess’s Caress, twirl this ring three times clockwise.” He tells you. Your eyes snap up in surprise. 

“Why?” 

“One, to avoid you ever feeling the need to come looking for me.” He scowls. You clear your throat. “Two, you have charmed me, little mouse. Naturally I was already quite fond of you, but no client of mine has ever been as bold and… entertaining, as you have been.”

“Uhm… thank you, then.” 

“Lastly, the look my incubus is giving you tells me that they would fancy playing with you again. Am I right, dear Haarlep?” 

Haarlep sits up, pressing their chest against your arm. The ghost of their breath against your neck makes you shiver. 

“Oh yes, sweet little thief. You are more than welcome to return to me anytime you like, in fact I insist upon it. I fear I have the taste of your beautiful laughter now, and would simply starve should you deprive me.” They twist a strand of your hair between red fingers. “It would benefit Raphael to have you back too, for lack of your laughter may influence me to turn my claws on him.”

A laugh bursts from your mouth even as you slap a hand over it at the look on Raphael’s face. 

Alright, perhaps you could be tempted.

[veryblushyswitch]

I LITERALLY CAN’T WITH HOW TALENTED ALL MY MUTUALS ARE!! OH MY GOSH- 😭💖💖💖

They’re all so sweet and care about each other so much 🥺💖💖💖 And the teases?! Precious. ✨

Okay so I haven’t watched rottmnt at all or any tmnt for that matter but I can feel in my soul that Mikey is an adorable lee. So, can we see some lee!Mikey and ler!turtles? Thanks!

I definitely recommend giving it a watch it's so great but I can absolutely do this for you my friend! I hope you enjoy! :]

People in this: Lee!Mikey, Ler!Leo, Ler!Donnie, Ler!Raph

Tw: group tickles, Adhd acting up, honestly none other than that it's so cute!

I am just going based off of my own experience I have not been diagnosed yet and I am not a professional, I do not wish to take away from anyone else's experience this is just me, so if I did anything wrong in this fic please tell me and I will take it down immediately /gen /pos

With all of that being said Enjoyy! :]

-K

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Don't you dare say it!

It's been happening all day. Normally, the bouncing just starts and stops with Mikeys legs, but now it's reached his hands, too. He sat at his desk trying to work when his legs bounced up and down like usual with his fingers that would have otherwise been holding a pen tapped gently at his desk as they joined the party. He couldn't stop moving, his brain told him that if he stopped moving, something was going to happen. He didn't know what, but he just couldn't stop. His mind was blank other than that as he just bounced and tapped away.

His brothers, who had witnessed this behavior all day and were rightfully concerned about their youngest sibling, walked into his room as they saw that it still hadn't stopped yet. "Mikey? You okay, big man?" Raph was the first one to speak up.

Mikey nodded as he faced them in his swivel chair, his legs still bouncing "Yeah im good! I just don't know why I can't stop"

"A bad Adhd day, I suppose," Donnie spoke up as he examined him with his mystic goggles as the three decided to put on funny personas for their brother to make him less stressed out about the bouncing.

"I do say gentlemen this calls for the big guns don't you agree" Leo spoke in a fake british accent as Mikey giggled. They all three shared the same smirk as the slowly turned their heads to face the youngest turtle.

"Oh no,,,guys! Don't you dare say it!" He giggled nervously as his tapping came to a stop and the bouncing decreased justtt a bit. "Don't you dare say the T-word!" He smiled brightly at them as they shared a giggle

"TICKLESSSS!" They all shouted in unison as Donnies robot arms gently held Mikeys hands above his head, Leo crouched down in front of him, Raph sat to the side of him and Donnie stood behind the chair, all with massive smug grins on their faces and wiggling fingers

"You need a visit from the tickle monsters!" Raph said with a smirk before Donnie chimed in

"Mhm, he is correct. The doctors ordered you one dose of tickling and a whole bunch of laughter"

Leo giggled as he nodded. "Lucky for you, Mikester! Your favorite big brothers are here to help you out, GET HIM BOYS!" their leader commanded as he scribbled gently across mikeys' sides as Raph pinched his knees and Donnie scribbled under his arms.

"Wait wait wAHaHaIT GUHhuUYS! HAHA!" Mikey giggled and gently squirmed in his chair out of instinct

"Awwww who's my ticklwish wittle browtherrrr I'm gonna getcha'! Tickletickletickletickle~" Leo was the first to tease, being the king of teases it was clear that he should start the fun train! Mikey was on a one way ticket to tease ville population him.

"LEHEHeheHEO!" His face got a little pink from embarrassment before he squealed when Donnie moved to his neck. "DEEheHEHe!"

"Awww, I'm sorry. Did that tickle? I hadn't noticed~" he spoke in his regular monotoned voice with a smirk as he continued

Mikey closed his eyes to take in the moment as all his mind could think about now was the feeling 'It tickles, it tickles' the words circled hid brain with joy before Raph scribbled under his knee

"RAHAHAPHIEHEHE!-"

"Woahah! You hit the jackpot Raph! Good one!" Leo smiled as he looked back at the oldest with pride

"I could have told you that," Donnie commented as they continued

"D"

"Sorry right, not the time" he giggled as he smirked at raph

"Are you having fun wittle Mikeyyy~" Raph giggled in his baby voice as he continued

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! RAHAHAPH! IHIHIT REHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLES!" His face turned a crimson red as they all smiled at him in awe.

"One more thing!" Raph blew a big raspberry under his knees as he watched Mikey throw his head back laughing with a loud chirp

"HAHAHA!"

"Okahay okay" they rubbed away the ghost tickles to let him breathe

"How are you feeling, Angelo?" Donnie asked with a smile as he patted his head gently

"Behetter thahanks to you guys." Mikey smiled at them, rubbing the back of his neck after Donnie released him.

"We've got your back anytime Mikey!" They all hugged him tightly with bright, genuine, smiles on their faces

"How did you know that would work?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Very simple actually, for two reasons, one we know you love it and two your brain needed something else to focus on, so as a result we concluded that a group tickle attack would be best suited for you today"

"You guys are the best!"

"We love you Mikey"

"And I love you!!!"

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This was so much fun to write! I hope you all enjoyedd! More coming as soon as I can! I promise! :]

You are loved, Valid, and incredible always and I could not be more proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

[kannouo]

OBEY ME, SHALL WE DATE? M.LIST !

���️ = headcanons 🎬 = fics ☀️ = fluff ⛈️ = angst 🌈 = crack

All (brothers & dateables) • Ticklish? ✏️☀️ • Cold hands/feet! ✏️☀️ • Bennett Dupe ✏️☀️

The brothers • This is Halloween! ✏️☀️ • I'm so lucky, lucky! ✏️☀️ • Gentle "Parent"ing ✏️☀️

The dateables • This is Halloween! (pt. 2, feat. Luke) ✏️☀️

The undateables • None yet !

Lucifer • None yet !

Mammon • None yet !

Leviathan • None yet !

Satan • None yet !

Asmodeus • None yet !

Beelzebub • None yet !

Belphegor • None yet !

Diavolo • None yet !

Barbatos • None yet !

Simeon • None yet !

Luke (platonic only) • This is Halloween! (pt. 2, feat. the dateables) ✏️☀️

Solomon • None yet !

Thirteen • None yet !

Raphael • None yet !

Mephistopheles • None yet !

Random thoughts/opinions • Asmo in a relationship • Sexualities/gender identities (a short hc) • Asmo's wings • About Maddi