#Raphael x gender neutral reader

[surprisingmarch]

(𝗟𝗜𝗟 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗨) 𝗥𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝘅 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼: 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 "𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂")

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He smiles softly and tilts his head to the side. "I love you too, honey.." He says tenderly before he leans down and carefully grabs you by your chin and kisses you passionately.

He doesn't make a big deal out of it, but it's a moment he will remember forever and ever. (At least, you didn't think he did.)

When ever he gets jealous, (which is often) he tries to remember this moment in an attempt to calm down, it works pretty well. Of course, he'll still be very pissy, but he'll be able to deal with it better if he happens to remember it. He won't be quite as ready to jump all over someone for speaking to you and he'll be noticeably calmer, I'd say it works pretty damn good considering Raphael's temper.

Of course Raphy made something to commemorate the day so he'll always remember it. Not only did you two take a photo later that day "because it was the perfect scenery for a picture", but he also made you and himself matching bracelets with the date etched into the inner side. It's amazing how fast this man can whip up some gold and make some of the most gorgeous jewelry.

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[cambion-companion]

Ridges

Hey so yes this is SMUT please DNI if you're under 18.

Um...I am obsessed with Raphael's body ridges. Wanted to write a ficlet exploring how they'd feel etc.

Raphael x gn!reader

Everything about Raphael was sharp.

His intelligent wit, the words he used when you prodded a little too much.

His teeth that left claiming marks upon your soft skin, your fingers tracing along the planes of his infernal body so hot to the touch.

You murmured his name and leaned over him to kiss his lips once more, feeling his tongue snake into your mouth, the stinging of his claws digging against your hips.

His horns felt thorny beneath your exploring hands, he made a low snarling sound against the kiss as you curled your fingers around them, paying no heed to how any errant movement would break skin.

"Playing with fire suits you, pet." Raphael smiled slyly as you continued running your hands along his body. "Intrepid as ever."

His words barely registered, you were occupied tracing the hard striated edges weaving along his ribs. His hips had the same feature, you brushed along them all while he watched your face.

Below his hips, well, his member was also adorned with ridges, your mouth watered at the thought of having it inside you. Raphael chuckled, reading your expression like a book. "Do I please you?"

You gave him a narrow coy look from under your lashes. "Yet to be determined."

His body was beautiful, you couldn't deny it, though something deep within your soul quelled at what you were doing. You pushed aside any doubts, your body impossibly hot as you took initiative.

The connection between you and your cambion burst into searing heat as you pressed down on Raphael. The muscles of his torso flexed under your palms, and he instinctively gripped your waist, those large hands enough to lift you like a doll. Instead, he allowed you to adjust and begin moving yourself experimentally until the pace was right.

You felt every ridge inside your sensitive body as the two of you moved as one, your lips parted, and Raphael curled himself up to kiss them roughly. His tail wrapped around your waist and his wings folded like a crimson cape around the two of you as you rocked together.

The heat increased to an almost unbearable temperature, everything cast in a reddish hue through the wings surrounding you.

You felt the rough edges along his broad back, scraping your nails along his skin and reveling in the sound he made.

Entrapped within the devil's embrace you found your pleasure, within hell there lay a piece of heaven. With Raphael, you rose to great heights before the inevitable fall.

[oleander-nin]

Yan!Rottmnt find you sleeping in their bed

A/N, not important: Told you I'd get out more this week. I figured out a system to (hopefully)stop me from burning out as quick. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: watching you sleep, implied kidnapping, yandere themes, Raph overthinking and slight babying, unconsentual touching(nonsexual)

Words: 961

Summary: The Yan!ROTTMNT turtles find you sleeping in their bed, and they didn't even have to bribe you for once.

-Ollie

Mikey:

He’s surprised at first.

You’ve been fighting him on this for so long, despite him trying to reason with you. You hadn’t even touched his bed of your own volition so far.

And yet here you were, curled up in between pillows and blankets and the small rabbit stuffie Mikey had given you when he first met you.

He doesn’t touch you at first, opting to silently watch from a distance.

Has the biggest grin on his face as he coos at your sleeping figure, admiring you.

In his mind, this was a step forward to you accepting him, to you loving him.

Depending on the time of day and what Mikey was doing/how important it is, he’ll either get in bed with you and cuddle you while trying not to wake you, or he’ll sit on his desk and watch you as he draws.

Mikey hushes anyone who walks by, making sure his loud brothers don’t disturb you.

Until he wants your attention.

Then you’re getting dragged out of bed, an excited Mikey holding you in his arms.

You can always sleep later, after all, you obviously don’t care about sleeping in his bed anymore.

Don’t fight it, he knows you better than you know yourself.

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Donnie:

Knew about it as soon as you fell asleep.

Is a bit miffed, especially if you didn’t wash before getting into his bed. He’s big on cleanliness, and will not stand for you making his bed all gross. He has to sleep there too, you know.

If you didn’t wash up first, he wakes you up and makes you go take a shower/bath first, taking the sheets to be cleaned and replacing them with spares as you do so. Drags you back to bed once you’re done, you don’t get a choice now. Plus, if you're so eager to sleep in his bed dirty, you’d enjoy it even better now that you’re clean.

If you were already clean, he leaves you be for now, having SHELLDON keep an eye on you to make sure nothing goes wrong while you sleep if he’s too busy to do it himself.

If he can spare the time however, he goes into his room and sits at his desk, being able to work while still being near you.

If he’s done with his work and is feeling up to it, he’s crawling in with you, collapsing on top of you and using you as his pillow. You’re soft and warm, you should’ve expected this to happen.

Gets pissy if you fight back, considering you most likely awoke when he flopped on top of you.

You should be grateful he’s showing you such kindness, he can always make you sleep on the floor.

Overall, he is quite indifferent about it. He doesn’t need you to sleep in his bed by your own volition, he can always just make you. Thinks nothing of it as you should be doing so anyway.

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Raph:

Very pleased with you.

Seeing you sleeping under the covers of his bed of your own volition, just as he wanted you too was so comforting to him. He almost melted at the sight of you surrounded by his various plushies, one of the bears being held in your arms.

The problem lies with his anxiety, however.

You are currently in his bed, alone. If he leaves, you could get hurt. What if a plush falls on your face and suffocates you in your sleep? What if he leaves and you roll off the bed, breaking your neck? What if you have a nightmare, and he’s not here to comfort you?

Despite what he was doing prior, he drops it to watch over you, not trusting you to be safe on your own as you sleep. There were too many things that could go wrong, too many variables that could lead to your suffering.

No, he had to stay with you, to protect you.

It’s what he’s here for after all.

He tries to stay away for as long as he can hold out, watching you from the opposite end of his room as he sits on the floor, just silently staring.

If it gets too much for him, seeing you there all cozy paired with the worry he has for you, he’d crawl into bed with you. He tries his best to not wake you up, simply depositing your body on his plastron as his arms wrap around you.

Freaks out if he wakes you up by accident, shushing you and trying to coax you back to sleep. You need your sleep after all.

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Leo:

This man’s ego raises so high, you have no idea. Is incredibly smug for the rest of the day(unless you do something wrong after you wake up).

See’s this as a win, thinks you’re finally giving in to him. Takes a photo to commemorate the memory before walking over to you.

Depending on his mood, he’ll either slip into bed with you, or sit on the bed next to you and just watch you while you sleep, enjoying this small step towards your reciprocating love.

No matter what, he drops whatever he’s doing to stay near you, not caring how much his brothers fuss at him.

If he slips into bed with you, he’s full on wrapping his arms around you and clinging to you like he’s never felt the touch of a lover before. Absolutely milks it.

If you wake up from his movements, he just shushes your complaints, refusing to let you go now that he’s with you.

You’re the one who was here first, why do you want to leave now?

Is very proud he’s finally making some progress, he knew you’d come around.

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request dating headcanons for Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael with gn s/o?

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy <3

DISCLAIMER: None of these are really connected.

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael

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Solomon:

He loves to do little things to tease you. Poking you, making you blush, etc. He'll obliviously stop if you tell him to.

If you get sick, then he'll immediately make a potion or something to help you get better. He doesn't want you to feel bad.

He loves teaching you about magic. It's really the only time where it's the two of you, so he makes the most of it.

Sometimes when you guys are alone, he'll show you his pact marks. He likes to tell you about the stories behind each of them.

Simeon

He loves to sit outside and watch the sky with you. Especially if it's in the human world. He loves watching the sun making your skin glow.

He loves hugging you. His hugs are always so warm and comforting. If you have a bad day, his hugs always make it better.

You're his muse in his writing. You can be sitting there and immediately he wants to write a book about the both of you on an adventure.

He likes to wrap his wings around you when you two cuddle. It's warm and keeps you close.

Diavolo

He tries to sneak out often to see you. It's often enough that Barbatos puts spells on the windows to make sure he won't sneak out.

Loves to learn more about humans so he can understand you better. It helps him understand how to keep you safe.

Sometimes Lucifer or Barbatos has to remind him to be gentle with you. He just gets so excited that he hugs you a little bit too tight.

He loves to notice how small you are compared to him. Especially in his demon form. It only makes him want to keep you closer to him.

Barbatos

He loves to let loose a bit around you. He does things he only does when he feels safe around you.

He uses his powers to keep you safe. He'll tell you how to avoid the danger to keep you safe.

If he's in his demon form, he likes using his tail to keep you close to him. It makes him smile when you play with his tail.

When he has days off, he likes going out with you. A walk or even going out to dinner, he enjoys spending time with you.

Mephistopheles

Loves to (lovingly) banter with you. He loves teasing you about you being a human.

First time he realized he loved you; he panicked and only told you when he was forced to.

He introduces you to his horses. He teaches you how to care for them and how they enjoy being pet.

Sometimes you randomly find him staring at you. He always has a soft, loving look on his face as he does.

Raphael

If anyone even jokes about harming you, he’ll pull out the spears. He never wants you hurt.

Although he barely shows emotions, he's surprisingly easy to talk to about everything.

Sometimes he says something hilarious with a straight face to make you laugh. He loves to hear you laugh.

He allows you to touch his wings when they're out. He teaches you how to care for them, so he can spend time with you.

[anthracite-writes]

Obey me! Dating Headcanons (SFW)

ft. Non-datables [Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Raphael] - SEPRATE

NOTE: These are just my personal headcanons for the undatables. I haven't met them in OG OM! yet because of low card levels lmao but I have only met them in NB and read the wiki. What I say here is what I think I think would fit them according with the vibes I get from reading about them, so the headcanons are may be very if not extremely OOC - apologies in advance.

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 !!: What it's like dating the Non-datables + love languages.

NOT PROOF READ - APOLOGIES IF THERE’S TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS!!!

𝓜𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼

Love Language? Words of Affirmation and Quality Time. [Hints at Physical Touch but it's all part of his fantasy]

He would definitely ban members of the RAD newpaper club from writing on you.

If there was one member that had written about you, that article draft along with all the photos are making a b-line right into the shredder. Especially if it's made-up gossip about you, even more so if it's accusing you of being in a relationship with some random student in the school or something scandalous that he knows you didn't do.

Only he's allowed to write about you, and only him.

Would definitely write about in the highest regards - praising you for your achievements as the human-exchange student.

Takes the best photos of you, even if they're candid photos.

Almost like... he's bragging for you about your achievements and accomplishments you made in RAD.

Meets you in private to avoid having any of the newspaper club members seeing the two of you together - for sure there would be a gossip column in the RAD newspaper on you two of you were ever caught.

He's a child of a extremely wealthy family - definitely hiding his relationship with you from his parents and family as a whole.

In public, he would be so cold to you, questioning why a human like you would be allowed in the Devildom.

Behind closed doors? He would be profusely apologizing to you for what he said to you in front of people, showering you in kisses and compliments about how amazing you are and how much you've changed his life.

His dates are over the top - flexing with wealth [idk, just read he likes bragging and doesn’t like cheap stuff.] . Nothing but the bestest for you.

Takes you out to expensive restaurants, shopping sprees, list goes on - and he's willing to pay for you, it's all to impress you.

Oh, he overheard you at some point when he was eavesdropping on the brothers for some kind of gossip that you favour more simple dates?

"Okay, I can do that - wait. What exactly is simple?"

Does tons of research on simple things you two can do for dates.

For more simple dates, he takes you two go for a horse back ride on one of the horses from his estate's stables on the trails of his family's land.

Organizes picnics or fancy dinners in his family's garden [obviously out of his family's eyes]

If he could, he would show you off SO HARD.

I mean like your his trophy - holding your hand with pride, a hand on your waist and holding you against his side.

He would want everyone to know you were his, kissing you while everyone is watching.

You are what he wants to brag about all the time but alas... must only happen in his daydreams during classes and Newspaper club briefings.

Loves it when you're there with him while he drafts up the next article for the newspaper or sorting through photos.

Gets your opinion on hook-lines for his article titles and has you help him choose the best photos he takes

firm believer he is amazing at photography and takes amazing photos of you two when you're out on dates.

probably has a photo of you two as his homescreen in his D.D.D, lock screen? prob the default one - again, he's trying to hide the fact he's dating you

Let's you in on gossip he's heard on the job and inside scoops on events in the school.

Def. the jealous type - sees some other student hitting on you? Oh, he's digging up as much dirt on that person so fast and blackmailing the person in order to get them to leave you alone.

Calls you 'Darling', 'Precious', and 'Tesoro'

Doesn't mind nicknames you give him, as long as you don't call him that when other people are around.

Fav. places to his you? Neck, hands, and lips.

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

Love Language? Gift Giving.

Girlie is absolutely crafty and definitely not gonna let you know when she's giving you anything.

Creates contraptions and traps just for you that won't do any harm to you.

Most of the traps and contraptions are extremely wholesome, showering you in confetti, flower pestles, maybe a gift or two like a plushie she saw that she knew you'd like.

Dates consists of a lot of cafe and bakery dates.

If you can cook any pastries or sweets and gift that to her, oh she's over the moon for you now.

Make sure you know all of the traps she set out in the Reaper's Cave, both old and new.

She called dibs on your soul, will fight any other reaper who tries to harvest your soul when your time comes.

Has a special place for your candle, keeping it close to where she sleeps probably - just, you candle if very far from all the other candles in the Reaper's Cave.

Probably has a shrine around your candle, images of you and all while surrounding it with gifts and contraptions she made for you when you comeback to the devildom or when she's up in the human world for business.

Probably also laid traps around your candle so no other Reaper can tamper with your life span or anything.

Loves it when you help her with the making of any traps she's making at the moment - most likely lets you name one or two.

Takes the saying 'Till Death Do Us Part' seriously.

Once you're gone, she will never take another lover - she's that devoted to you.

Calls you her 'partner-in-crime'

Fav. place's to kiss? Cheeks, temple, nose, forehead, and lips.

just anywhere on your face is her fav place to smooch ya.

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵

Love language? Acts of Service.

Actions speak louder than words - and boy does this angel take this shit seriously.

He's giving me Stong, Serious, and Silent type [so let's go of that.]

Would probably drop by the House of Lamentation, sees your doing dish and just quietly takes you gently, putting you aside and does the dishes for you so you two can spend time together.

Bumps into while your grocery shopping? DW, he's grabbed the list from you and choicing the best of the best things that are on the grocery list, always checking in with you if this is the right product.

Having trouble reading a spell or remembering an incantation? He made you flash cards, little notes on the thing your struggling in, and willing to sit down and go over the spells/incantation that's giving you a hard time.

Pretty much, if you're doing some hard work - he's gonna set you aside and do it himself.

Genuinely hate seeing your struggle but also thinks it cute [he'd never say it out loud].

TBH, kinda see him l just piercing something as simple as a coffee maker not working right with one of his spears because he's worried that you're gonna get frustrated [yes, even if he know you have the patience to work it out]

But he'd definitely give a warning smite to anyone giving you a hard time or not paying attention to you when you're talking with his spear - don't matter if it's a demon, another angel, or another human; no hesitation.

'Y/N is talking to you - pay attention, please.' // 'back off, next time I won't miss.'

Not big on PDA, but doesn't mind it.

Holding hands? yeah, hugs? yeah.

Walking up behind you while you're talking, placing his hands on your hips and resting his chin on top of your head without saying a single word? yeah.

Honestly, see this guy as the type to not say much unless spoken to - not every social you can say.

You also can't really tell how he's feeling due to how straight faced he is.

Don't worry, once again - he speaks through his actions rather than his words.

Gives you multiple small kisses on your forehead or the top of your head as he mumbles how much he loves you and appreciates you being in his life.

Loves reading you poetry or book passages he finds interesting - not necessarily because he thought of you, just because.

Feels bad when he doesn't get to spend enough time with you due to his statue in the Celestial Realm.

Dates are very simple - walks around town, sightseeing, dinner dates, shopping, just basic and simple dates.

Calls you 'my angel', 'little lamb', 'human', and 'dove'

Fav. places to kiss? Forehead, eyelids, lips, and nose. [get it? they're all ANGEL kisses, yes i'm making that joke twice, cry.]

But most definitely the top of your head and forehead - all while he has a gentle hand on the back of your head and would hold you close to him/his chest after he was done planting them smooches on ya.

[leviathism]

side characters x gender neutral reader

Diavolo rushes to your side. He feels so guilty that he couldn’t have caught you when you slipped. He immediately tells you that you’re off school for the week and staying at his castle to be under supervision to heal, even if it just is a sprained ankle.

He treats you like royalty, bringing you breakfast in bed and tending to every single need you have. He is just so, so guilty.

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Barbatos pretends he didn’t see anything to protect your dignity, despite the loud yelling and repetitive thumps of your body slamming on each step. However, pain medication appears randomly in front of you.

Now when the two of you go down flights of stairs together, he links arms with you.

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Thirteen laughs so hard that she cries. She also somehow caught a video of the last part of it and sent it to the one person who she knew could and would pass it around quickly. Asmodeus.

Your disastrous fall is documented on the Devildom Central News the next morning. There are rumors that you didn’t make it out alive. What will Diavolo do without the human exchange student? Devildom Central News is panicking for him.

However she does kiss the big bruise on your forehead to make it up to you.

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Solomon takes it serious for the most part by helping you up, making sure you weren’t seriously injured, and helping take care of your bruises and aches.

For the other part? He’s relentlessly teasing you once he’s sure you’re perfectly fine. He’s merciless, even bringing it up in front of Prince Diavolo for a quick laugh and giggle.

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Simeon babies you for the next three days. He cannot forget how his heart dropped and how hurt you were at the time. Devildom staircases go forever and human bodies are just so fragile.

He’s a bit worried about how you fell down but he gets over it relatively quickly when you’re back to normal. He just watches you a bit more closely to see if you’re walking fine.

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Raphael doesn’t overreact at all. He helps you up, makes sure you didn’t break anything, and lets you go on your way. He doesn’t mention it to anyone, doesn’t watch you extra carefully, he understands it was a freak accident.

[tmntxthings]

YOU 🫵 *points directly at that mean y/n, you, and that anon that asked for ansgt against rottmnt Raph* how very dare you !!!!!!

(If you have time and if your asks are open (didn’t see any warnings that it was close)) can you PLEASE do something fluffy and that reader is ABSOLUTELY head of hells for raphie? I’m talking flowers, I’m talking spending hours on a claw machine to get a plushie he wants it, I’m talking admiring and tracing his features slowly with the most stupid and hopeless in love expression the turtles have ever seen, im talking speaking up for him against anyone that mistreats him, doing his fav dishes, preparing balanced meals, paintings, little love notes, lipstick marks, poems under moonlight, I want devotion!!!! I want that sweet Puppy love !!!!! EVERYTHING. 100% a simp and isn’t afraid to show it, until Raph returns their actions, then they get bashful/blushing up a storm lol

thank you and have a good day

∑一Wherever You Go・゜・。

author’s notes: ain’t no way I’m doing that whole list we’ll be here forever, BUT don’t worry I’ll make sure he feels the love nonetheless

warnings: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, bordering on a crack fic that’s purely just to show a character love ^ twas asked of me, unedited

Song: Never Getting Rid of Me by Christopher Fitzgerald

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It was no secret that you adored Raph. And it didn’t bother you one bit that everyone, big red turtle included, knew that you had heart eyes for him.

Your love language for him couldn’t be restricted to just one kind. You exhibited all kinds of love for him. You hoped it wasn’t overwhelming. It was hard to stop yourself once you had an idea though.

One time you saw a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Instantly you had them in your hand, and a receipt in the other. They reminded you of his bandana. So bright, eye-catching! And down to the lair you went, shooting off an incoming text to Raph to give him a last-minute notice.

Earlier occasions where you hadn’t sent a text left you waiting around at a manhole cover forever. If Raph was asleep it would be hard to rouse him with just a notification. He’d need a full on blare horn. Or worst case scenario the boys weren’t even at the lair! Thankfully, most of the time they were home. Raph buzzed back with a text saying he’d be right up to open the cover for you. Sewer covers were heavy!

When the round slab of stone was lifted you offered up the bouquet to the darkness below instantly. It was quiet for a moment, before Raph emerged, cheeks tinted a darker green. “For me?” He questioned, his tone held a quality as if it was unbelievable for him to receive flowers.

But you didn’t chide him for it. In fact you only smiled warmly and nodded your confirmation. “I thought of you the moment I saw them. What do you think? Aren’t they pretty?”

His hands finally went out, accepting your gift. Holding them gingerly and away from his plastron. He seemed to not want any of the petals to snag on his sharp edges. “Raph loves ‘em” he murmured, his eyes entranced by the blossoms now that he could get a closer look.

This moment right here was picture worthy! You wished you had Donnie’s ability to just record everything, that way you could screenshot this later. Maybe put it as your screensaver. Instead you just watched, hands clasped as you waited for Raph to come out of his stupor. Which he did, and started asking you about your favorite flowers and invited you down to the lair.

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You don’t know how they got the arcade machines down there. But it sure as hell beat going to Chuck-E-Cheese! Nothing against the place but it costs so much and all the games down at the lair are rigged to play for free! Which was awesome because you had finally decided, you weren’t leaving the claw machine until you won Raph’s dream plushie.

The poor turtle had played this game constantly ever since they mysteriously got the machine. He was able to get two plushies but they weren’t the ones he really wanted. The ultimate prize was a brown teddy bear with a little red bow tie. He was absolutely adorable. And Raph’s obsession with winning his prize was even more endearing. So when Raph texted you a picture of his defeated expression against the glass of the claw machine, you had to take matters into your own hands.

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 - [ <image> 🥺 it’s hopeless ]

Y/n - [ omw asap, don’t worry raphie i’ll get you teddy! ❤️💪 ]

Well, easier said than done is a term of phrase for a reason. You banged your head against the glass or you tried to at least. But Raph’s calloused palm was in front of the glass before your forehead could make contact. Still you drew back to bang it against his rough skin anyway. He knew your frustrations, the claw machine was merciless. You had been at the lair for well over two hours. The first thirty minutes in had been fine. You had chatted with Raph easily, confident that eventually you would get the hang of the mechanism.

But then an hour went by. And then another. Your concentration on the game had dried up the easy conversation between you and big red. The atmosphere was intense as if the two of you were in battle together. Currently you were both defeated. His other hand patted your back, knowing exactly how you felt. “It’s okay, maybe Teddy isn’t meant to join my pile of plushies.”

You took in a deep breath. Stopping your frustrated head thumps and turned to look Raph in the eyes. “You’re right, Teddy is meant to sleep right next to you! And I’m gonna make that happen!” You harrumphed as you turned back to the evil machine. It was your enemy. It was working against you. All you wanted to do was this one thing and make Raph happy! This time for sure, you thought to yourself as you hovered the claw over to where Teddy lay amongst the other plushies.

“Like a boss!!!” You yelled as you smacked the button that lowered the claw. Both of you watched anxiously as it dropped, its metal fingers enclosing around Teddy’s brown fur, and it started to rise. But you had been here before and didn’t dare to celebrate pre-maturely before the damn stuffed animal was in Raph’s arms. The grip the machine had on the animal was shaky at best. The claw swayed from side to side as it carried the plushie over to the drop box. You were sweating bullets and could smell Raph’s anxiety stink.

But before the claw reached its final destination, the plushie tumbled out of its hold. You turned to Raph who let out a breath he had been holding. You expected to see disappointment in his eyes but it was quite the opposite. He looked happy as his snaggle-tooth dug into his lower lip. “Nice try,” his eyes crinkled shut with his smile. “Wanna go play DDR?” You sighed, letting the claw machine have the win for now. Happy to see Raph’s eyes light up with a burning passion as he raced over to his favorite spot, the left side, for DDR. “Ready to face the master??” He goaded but it was pure excitement to play one of his favorites of all time. “So ready!” You laughed, hopping up on the dance pad to get absolutely demolished because you didn’t have any rhythm. But you played regardless because when Raph was having fun so were you.

And yes, later that night you did bribe Donnie with twenty bucks to replace that damned claw with one that would actually work. So next time you were able to win Teddy and present Raph with the ultimate present. It costed you another twenty to keep Donnie’s mouth shut about ever having any involvement so you could have all the credit and look like a hero in Raph’s starry eyes. He sent you pictures of him and the stuffed animal almost every night with his goodnight message.

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 - [ <image> Teddy says goodnight! ]

Y/n - [ gnight teddy, and goodnight raph-a-la 🤗 sweet dreams ]

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“What did you say?!” Your voice raised as you stepped into the lair’s common room. Shelldon had just so kindly lifted the manhole cover, since no one else from the group chat was responding! You thought it weird since usually someone was on their phone *cough* Donnie *cough* but sometimes they were busy! Which you understood. Until you had seen Shelldon’s worried pixelated expression as he urged you on down the sewer system to the abandoned subway station.

That was when you heard it. Heated arguing. It was hard to listen to especially when it was Leo and Raph. You knew how much all of them loved one another, a love that even harsh words couldn’t damage. But sometimes, things were said in the heat of the moment that weren’t meant to argue a point. They were said to hurt the other person. That’s where you drew the line. That’s where you felt the need to step in, even if you weren’t family.

“Leo, if you’d just try, even a little, at accepting the role as a leader. It’s not that bad-“

“If it’s not that bad then why don’t you just take it back huh?”

“You know why. Dad said you-“

“Dad said this! Dad says that! What are you his little pet? Since when do we do whatever Dad says?!”

“Leo, c’mon,”

“Raph if you don’t wanna be the leader anymore. Then fine. But don’t push it on to me.”

“I never said that, Dad thinks-“

“For someone who’s catchphrase is ‘boss’ you really like being someone’s little bit—“

And that’s when you stepped into the room. Eyes hardened as you marched in between the two turtles. “What did you just say?!” You dared Leo to repeat. But as he studied your stance and the way you got in front of Raph, as if protecting him from Leo, the blue turtle started to duck his head into his shell. Feeling remorseful for getting so heated. He made a ‘tsk’ noise before heading off to his room. Mumbling sorries as he passed by.

You turned to Raph to check the damage. It seemed like just the two of you now. You wondered if they had started fighting because Mikey and Donnie weren’t around. Raph was rubbing the side of his head, looking drained and it tugged on your heart strings to see him that way. You knew brothers argued, sure they even fought sometimes. But it was hard to see them go at it like this.

“I know you’re not okay, so I won’t ask. But just know Leo didn’t mean any of that. I know he didn’t.”

Raph gives you a weak smile in return. Like he doesn’t believe you. But doesn’t have the heart to say it aloud. So you go to him, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the couch. He goes without resistance. Once seated, you turn to him and he turns to you. Your hands go up and you cup his face now that he is within your reach.

“He’s scared. Just like you are. I know it’s hard to tell right now when he’s saying anything but that. But you know Leo, he’ll spew just about any nonsense to not say how he truly feels.”

The words turn over in Raph’s head as he thinks. He sighs, softening in your hold as he nods. He looks a little better now. But you don’t let him go. You trace the contours of his face. Lovingly. Letting the tension in the room ebb out until the early argument has left both of your minds completely.

“It’ll be okay. I know it will.”

You murmur. Your hands finally letting go as Raph’s breathing deepens. He fell asleep to your touch. Leaned back into the couch as his snores start up. You scoot over until your head can rest on his arm, pulling up your phone to text Leo to get his ass over here. A portal silently opens up on the other side of you and as Leo sits next to you, you pull him closer with your arm.

“Dummy.”

You chide the blue turtle as tears fall down his green cheeks. He huffs at the insult but knows you mean well. When you leave the lair that night the two brothers are tangled together in a pile that will surely be four later on, alls forgiven.

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Raph eats just about anything. His stomach knows no limits. So you could char the meat on accident and he’d still wolf it down like it was the best meal he ever had. While that was kind of him, you wanted to really impress his palate. So on the topic of food one late night text session, you asked of his favorites. To which a long list was sent over. So you had to ask him again.

Y/n - [ Okay, that’s really cool that you have so many. But which one is your favorite among the favorites? 👀 ]

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 - [ that’s a hard one… uhmmmmm ]

With a lot of encouragement he managed to get the favorite list down to five choices. To which you just decided to hell with it, you’ll have a feast! It took a lot of preparation. And more time than you thought you’d ever spend in your kitchen. But five meals were cooked and prepared perfectly on your round table. Now, you wished you’d told Raph of your plan sooner and hoped to the moon above that he didn’t have plans tonight.

Y/n - [ >image< hungry? C: ]

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 [ 😱 always! headin ur way ]

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 [ hereeeeeeee open ur windowwwww ]

And yes somehow he fit. He was good at wiggling around. He cleared each and every plate once you had tapped out after trying to keep up with him. Food comas hit the both of you soon after as he got up and claimed he would do the dishes. He was so cute as he wobbled up sleepily from the kitchen chair. Arms full of plates and platters as well as cups for not only water but various sodas/juices had been served that you knew to be Raph’s favorites as well. When he had asked what the occasion was you didn’t have any in mind.

“I just wanted to!”

You chirped. Happy to feed him. Happy to have made his day. Now he was as careful as one giant turtle could be with your plates, but to his dismay the bottom one from the pile ended up breaking due to the clatter when he placed them in the sink. He wouldn’t know it until he was practically done with cleaning, feeling so good about himself for not breaking any of the— oh there it was. The last one. In pieces.

“Raph is so so sorry! You made a nice meal only for Raph to break your plate!”

No matter how much he wished he could fuse the remains back together, he’d need glue. And you apparently didn’t have any in your apartment. He sighed to which you hushed all his worries away.

“Raphie! It’s just one plate, I’ve got more! Plenty more as you can see!”

You, who had been drying the dishes he washed. Gestured with the damp towel towards the pile of neatly stacked plates that were all dry. The force of which you whipped the towel was more than you had intended and you both watched as that perfect stack fell over, onto the counter and off on to the floor.

“Well. I may need to go buy some more.”

You admitted sheepishly. Raph didn’t know whether to be upset for you or laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

“Yeah, let’s go get some now!”

After picking up and sweeping to make sure all the shattered pieces were in the trash. That’s exactly what the two of you did. It was little things that Raph did, like worry needlessly over you accidentally cutting yourself with one of the broken plate pieces. Or him getting shy at every compliment and gift you had to offer him. His humble nature. How he readily takes on responsibilities. His love for his family. His diligence when it comes to crime fighting and working out. His carefree side. You loved it all. You told him all the things that enamored you to him. And the two of you were happiest, when you could just spend time together like this. Doing little things.

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[hyperfixat]

Side characters showing affection

~300 words. brothers ver.

Diavolo nuzzles.

He love love loves just rubbing his face into your hair and head

PUPPY BOY 😭

Sick to my stomach the only thing that can cure me would be having a certain demon prince rub his face into my tummy‼️

Barbatos keeps his tail on you like a leash.

Your hand, wrist, waist, a loop on your clothing. One of the split tendrils slips around it and tugs you just a tad closer.

When his tail is obscured, ie human world fit, he likes to fix your clothes and posture. Now if you’re like me who is so fag boy from the cemetery crossed with starving artist core, being messy is part of my charm!! Barbatos won’t kill your vibe, he just makes it more… tastefully messy.

Thirteen bites. (And kisses, but mostly bites.)

Enamored with the thought of Thirteen pressing kisses to the tips of your fingers and the palm of your hand. Her lips are so soft, she keeps a chapstick on her always, and she’s so gentle with you.

And after she presses butterfly kisses to each of your finger pads, she nips you gently. She has longer canines than the average human and she uses them to press down enough to send a shock to your heart and keep your attention on her.

Ugh and when one of the brothers or other characters are trying to take you away, she’ll just nip your wrist to keep you focused on her.

Raphael holds your wrist.

He keeps you close and guides you through the dreary Devildom streets. He isn’t terribly physically affectionate, but he keeps you close this way.

:3 cutie anagel

Have you seen those parents who keep a hand on their toddler so they won’t run away 😭 Pretty much this.

I already mentioned my love, Megatron, but ☹️🫶 (guys i am insane for him)

[etcrow]

Luke: MC, MC. Help

MC: what happened sweetie

Luke: Raphael tried to make me eat Solomon's food

MC: YOU MONSTER

[surprisingmarch]

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

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Raphael is a very very needy baby, he wants your attention 24/7 and if he doesn't get it naturally he'll try to catch it. His main move is to slowly inch closer and closer to you until he's practically right up against you and if that doesn't work then he'll start to make soft whiny noises and rub his face against you.. Usually at that point you get the message and love on him some, well done Raphael.. mission accomplished.

Very jealous boy, VERY jealous.. He doesn't even like it when you talk to his siblings out of politeness, he's scared they're going to take you away from him. He has some mild insecurity issues and seeing his tall, usually buff, younger siblings next to you… tends to get on his ever lasting nerve. He's known to swiftly pick you up bridal style and make up some sort of dumb excuse for you both to leave. You're currently trying to get him to feel safer with you around his siblings, however some of them mildly flirting with you in front of him is certainly not helping. Honestly, you think at this point they do it just to annoy him and that's what he thinks as well... which just pisses him off more.

Raphael is one of the few angels that is actually open to a polyamorous relationship.. Well, your side is open, he's perfectly happy with just you. But it would depend on who it is you like, especially if it's a mortal. He'd most likely say no to any mortal you suggest and immediately explain that you deserve better than "some guy". If it's one of his siblings there's about a 30% chance he'll give you the stamp of approval.. he just doesn't trust most of them, he knows them all a little too well.

In a polyamorous relationship he would still some how manage to be the dominant lover no matter who you choose. He's just very authoritative and everyone around him tends to bend to his will… especially if he's angry. If he wants you for a whole day and the other lover or lovers have any disagreements, I assure you, he will get you for the day without question.

Ralphy loves a good fishing date, he will happily take you to a river full of fish and show you the ins and outs of the craft. If either of you manage to catch some worthy fish then you'll both be eating good that night, Raphael is one of the best cooks in heaven! If not, then he'll buy some fish from the super market and you'll both just pretend you caught them yourself and still eat good!

Raphael LOVES when you want to snuggle up in bed with him all day and just watch tv and nap together, it's one of the most relaxing things for him. He just gets to unwind and be with his partner, what's better than that? Of course, he'll create a beautiful array of snacks for you to munch on as well.. such as your favorite chips, nuts, berries, desserts.. all sorts of stuff. He's a great snuggle partner, 10/10.

If you ask him to teach you some medical stuff for emergencies he'll be happy to oblige, it'll take a load off his mind knowing that you can take care of yourself medically at least a little bit. He'll teach you all the basics, stitching, wound prep, plants that stop bleeding, all the works. You'll be ready for any occasion by the end of it all.

Raphael absolutely refuses to take you to a restaurant to eat… He believes it's nasty and unnecessarily loud, (which it is), not to mention, all the rude and trashy mortals that tend to fill the places thinking they're better than everyone else.. However, if you want, he will order take out for you both to eat in a very decorated and candle lit location. He feels that's even better than eating in a disgusting crowded restaurant. However, his food is better than any restaurant on earth.. so maybe you will just stick to his cooking.

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[bearhugsandshrugs]

So uh um raphael prompt idea, like, he clearly works in the brothel to lure someone in a contract, but how does he do it? I imagine tease and denial "accidentally", with full on raphael charm until the customers brain is mush and the whole surprise devil contract thing is not shocking, because the release and craving is the only thing that matters

God I wish it was me, I would be soulless the moment he opened his mouth

lol I got carried away with this, so apologies if this isn’t quite what you wanted

E | 1.2k words | Raphael x Reader (gender neutral) | Orgasm Denial, Edging, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Penetrative Sex, Fingering

You don’t remember when you got there. It must have been hours ago, but time has no meaning for you anymore. The room has no natural light, no clues as to what is going on outside, maybe a silencing spell that keeps any sounds contained. You’re not sure – as you aren’t of anything anymore, other than that you crave release.

Raphael hovers over you, fist full of your hair. He’s holding you in place effortlessly as the wine lazed with a paralyzing potion you so cluelessly drank freezes your body in place. A mage hand is working its magic between your legs; teasing, stroking, pulling, pinching. Every time you figure out a rhythm to the torture, it switches its tempo, its pressure, its movements. Heat has pooled between your legs, your entire body is flushed, and the fact that you can’t grind your hips into the touch is driving you insane.

It started out so innocently: Raphael asked you to sign a contract, but you replied you weren’t quite fully convinced. “Say, little mouse, what would it take?”, the devil purred across the room, and your reply was so simple as it was dangerous: “I don’t really see what I’ll get out of this.” “What ever could you want?”, he asked, and when you licked your lips, his laughter roared through the room. “I can release that tension. Release it all like that”, and he snapped his fingers to accentuate his claim.

Maybe you were bored, or stupid, but you decided to dance with the devil anyway. He never really touched you, instead asked you to take off your clothes (“It’s what you want, isn’t it, love?”), gave you sweet wine to drink (“My my, you look thirsty”), and then, eventually, started to work his magic on you (“I do love my clients on their knees”).

Now you’re whimpering before him, edging around a climax that he won’t let you have. “Please”, you beg, and he chuckles above you, a mellow sound. “Don’t embarrass yourself, pet”, he protests. “You can do better than that.” You remember that he doesn’t like when people simply obey, remember that he craves that challenge as much as you crave release, so you gather your strength as you hiss out a desperate “Is this leading somewhere, Raphael?”, and your voice cracks as you say his name. Suddenly, the magic hand disappears, the paralysis dissolves, and you’re able to move again. Your hand shoots down between your thighs, but you catch a glimpse of the devil’s face as he wets his lips and shakes his head.

“Changed your mind now, did you? How disappointing.” There’s a tease underneath as you comprehend: If you finish what he started, there will be no deal. You don’t particularly remember why, but this seems like a bad idea… So you groan, letting your body fall over so that you’re on all fours, hands occupied with carrying your weight rather than finding release. “Ready to sign now, pet?”, he purrs again, and his voice stirs something in you. You want him inside of you, him, not a magical apparition, want him to fuck you until you scream his name, want him to guide you through it with his soothing voice. Your eyes are opened wide as you stare up to meet his gaze. “Ready to fuck me, devil?”, you grunt, finding that spite inside of you as you add: “Or scared you won’t be able to hold up your end of the bargain?” His eyes narrow dangerously at that, oh, he’s annoyed, but intrigued, and you’d tear your skin off to have him if he’d ask that of you. Sparks fly through the air as he shifts into his devil form before you. “It will only take a moment to finish you”, he murmurs, and with the snap of his fingers, he’s naked, standing behind you. When he touches your entrance with his claw you wince, the long nail scratching in places that are too tender for this type of intrusion. But there is something else as he navigates his way inside of you, easing his way in with soothing magic and stretching you with one, no, two added fingers: pleasure.

Now, free from paralysis, your hips grind into his hand, and he chuckles so low and smug it nearly sends you over the edge. “What an eager little pup”, he praises you, pulling away his hand. Your hole is empty, longing to be filled again, but you don’t have to wait long. Something hot and throbbing pushes into you. You feel his devil’s cock, larger than anything you’ve ever felt, and full of ridges to scrape against your sensitive parts, push inside you with greed. Every movement is sending waves of heat through you as your body adjusts to him, and the moans that come out of your throat in response don’t sound human anymore.

He sets a lazy pace that you try to speed up by pushing backwards again and again, desperate in your need for release, but he slaps your ass and slows down even more in a cruel display of power. You’re deliciously close, but he’s devastatingly good, stringing you along as he drags you across the edge of insanity. And then, you feel it.

His cock swells, stretching you more and more, filling you to the brim, no, beyond, as both your body and mind try to adjust to the knot that is slowly forming inside of you. Raphael groans self-indulgently as he moves your body with a few more thrusts until he’s stuck inside of you. The sheer size pushes against all the right spots, a constant, sweet, agonizing pressure that lulls your mind into a state of ecstasy. You notice that you’re mewling, babbling incomprehensible pleas, as all you want, all you need, forever and ever for the rest of your life, is release.

You hear a snap of his fingers, and a contract appears before you. “This will take a while”, the devil purrs, “So you can take your time reviewing every clause, should you want to.” He hasn’t finished his sentence when your hand is already signing, it doesn’t matter what it says, this is your way out, and you’re taking it. Raphael groans at the sight of your signature, as hot seed spills inside of you. The burning sensation is too much, it’s yet another, different kind of pleasure, and your vision whitens at the edges as you come undone with a scream.

There’s hardly time to come down, however, because his knot is still strong and thick and filling you up. There’s still pressure, the devil’s ridges adding to the intensity, and when Raphael scratches his claws down your back, you fall over the edge yet again. You try to catch your breath, but there isn’t enough air in the world, so you gasp in empty attempts to get calm down as the pleasure just won’t subside. Behind you, Raphael starts groaning, a new orgasm building for the devil, and when he spills himself inside of you once more, you’re coming right along with him; your body betraying you more easily each time it seems.

Somewhere, sometime, after what could be hours or seconds or years of this, you croak out a quiet “How much longer?”. His body leans over you, his hot breath against your ear, as he only whispers one word: “Forever.”

[dancingdonatello]

Can I request a Rottmnt (separate) x gn! villain reader (romantic) who has glitching powers? They can glitch through walls, hack machines, and can make attacks go through them instead of hitting them.

So, by villain, I mean that reader was manipulated into becoming a villain because of their past. And they are very emotional, so when the turtle and reader first meet, he tries to talk to them, reader gets angry and attacks the turtle.

rottmnt x gn villain reader

Raph hates fighting you. He knows you’re not really evil, that it’s just circumstance, but you won’t listen to him when he tries to talk you out of it.

He gets frustrated because of it and it only fuels your fight. He feels bad when you get emotional, because he can’t do anything to help you. You just won’t—or can’t—listen to him.

He hates your powers too. They’re too confusing for him and powerful to the point where sometimes he is forced to hurt you to be able to protect himself and his brothers.

Leo on the other hand loves to fight you. It’s confusing to fight you, kind of like Ghost Bear, but it’s fun to watch Donnie freak out when his tech malfunctions when you touch it.

He likes watching you get all mad when he doesn’t take the fight seriously. Sure, he’s heard your tragic backstory and yeah, he’s figured out that you’re being tricked and manipulated into doing all of this, but who can blame him for laughing when your face twists up at one of his jokes?

He feels bad, of course, but in his mind you are just another villain. His plan is to take you down first and then work out the details of you being tricked. He doesn’t hold back any punches.

Donnie has a love-hate relationship with you. It was frustrating to try and be nice to you only for you to attack him. It was infuriating to try and be nice to you only for you to absolutely ruin his tech behind repair.

After he gets over that part, he becomes obsessed in working together with you. His mind cannot handle the possibilities of you two combining forces. He doubles his efforts in trying to get you back to the ‘good’ side and get payback at whoever hurt you or tricked you into doing this.

He makes tech that he can afford to throw away to fight you just so he can get more opportunities to see you in action and talk to you.

Mikey really tries to befriend you. But with you constantly trying to punch him whenever he gets close makes it hard to do so.

He thinks about you all night after your first fight, trying to figure out how to convince you to join their side. Your first meeting is stuck playing in his mind on repeat.

He takes a lot of hits constantly to try and get close and he also never fights back. Every fight, he never once attacked you. His brothers have to work overtime to protect him.

this is such a cool idea anon! maybe one day you could or request someone else to write this out as a full oneshot or fic. there’s definitely potential.

[leighsartworks216]

Little Mouse

Haarlep x Tav/Reader + Raphael

Just felt like writing some rough smut. It's honestly only by chance it happened to turn into Haarlep (and Raphael). I'm also a big fan of the idea of Haarlep being sympathetic and soft with an imprisoned Tav

THIS FIC CONTAINS THEMES OF NON-CONSENTUAL SEX

Warnings: implied non-con, rough sex, vaginal or anal sex, blood

Word Count: 732

Main Masterlist

First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

AO3

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Haarlep’s thrusts are relentless. Hips slapping against your ass until you are certain you will be bruised in a few hours, minimum. If they’d let you bruise, that is.

The sheets burn your chest. The pillow nearly suffocates you as you're forced to press your face against it for any sort of leverage. Their chest scrapes your back, sweat barely preventing the friction between your skins.

Their fingers dig painfully into your left hip. The right pressed beside your head, supporting themselves up.

Your knees are spread. Their own kneel between them. Your arms can do very little but rest to the side, hands clutching futilely at the covers.

You are dripping onto the bed. Arousal, cum, sweat - theirs and yours. Staining the fabric beneath. They do not care. They relish in it. They would stuff you full just to sit back and watch it pour out, all while you twitch with overstimulation and overexerted muscles.

They press harder into you as their hand lets go of your hip to grab your throat. They lift your head from the pillow, granting you precious air. You choke on it through saliva and tears. They chuckle.

As their hips stutter, rutting their cock as deep as it will go inside of you, they grip the sides of your throat. You blink up at the wall. The headboard blurs as spots come in from the edges. Their lips kiss and suck mercilessly at your shoulder. Teeth puncture the skin until blood trails down to the bed. 

When they finally let go, your head is pounding. Their thumb runs over the bruises left behind, fingers stroke your jaw as they lower your head back to the pillow. They tut as they turn your head to the side for you. "Don't suffocate yourself, little thief."

You feel the bed shift around you. Their hand disappears as they push themself up to their knees, skin peeling off yours, sticky. Another hand pushes your ass cheek to the side, presenting your ruined self to them more clearly. Your skin is red and sore. A beautiful sight.

You nearly cry out as they slowly pull their cock out. You fist the sheets, body tensing and flinching away. They hush you, but pay no mind to you. They’re too busy watching as their cock slides out and cum follows, dripping along your skin in sticky strands. They reach the thumb of the hand holding your ass to drag the trail back to your stretched hole, pressing it back inside. You bite the pillow with a whimper.

"You did so good today, little mouse. Absolutely wonderful."

The bed shifts more as they slip off the end of the bed. Your legs shake, but you don't risk laying down. Not yet.

You listen as best you can as their bare feet pad against the cold floor. They round the side of the bed before coming to a stop. You barely open your eyes to see them smirking down at you. They trace a knuckle along your cheek.

"Roll over."

Every muscle in your body screams as you obey. You shiver as your back collides with the cold sheets next to you, inches away from the mess left behind.

Footsteps approach from the foot of the bed. Haarlep watches you tense as they stop. It’s as if your panting breaths become shallower, as though you are trying to hide. A little mouse, indeed.

“Bathe them. We’ll have company soon.” The steps round the bed, opposite of Haarlep. You peek open your eyes to find the grinning, satisfied face of Raphael looking down at you. Even more than when Haarlep used your body over and over again, you felt exposed under his gaze. “Remember well, mouse: You chose this fate.”

You shut your eyes. That is the last thing you wish to remember. He chuckles as his footsteps retreat, leaving you alone with his incubus. You curse all the gods whose names you remember. You curse every devil whose names you’ll never know. You curse yourself most of all, for allowing yourself to become Raphael’s personal plaything.

A warm hand brushes the sweat from your brow. When you open your eyes, Haarlep smiles almost sympathetically down at you. The kiss they leave on your cheek does not burn as the kisses they lavished across your spent body did. “Come, little thief. We must not disobey.”

[oleander-nin]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart(Rise! Raph x Reader)

3777 words of complete and utter nonsense. I've never written for Raph before, so I hope I did well

Summary: Your heater broke down in the dead of winter. Hopefully Raph won't mind you hanging out with him for the time being.

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My eyes flutter open as a chill runs down my spine, the heap of blankets paired with my warm pajamas not doing enough to fight against the cold. I shuffle a bit in my bed, trying to get comfortable again so I could fall back asleep. Winter has taken hold over New York, and the cold was finally starting to creep into my apartment. With my heater being busted at the moment, there was nothing I could really do except try and tough it out through blanket nests and warm foods. The company apparently can’t send someone to fix it until Friday, so waiting it out is kind of my best option. I glanced over at the digital clock that sits snugly on my nightstand, the bright and bold numbers flashing the unfortunate time of 3:22 AM staring me down, serving as a constant reminder of my inability to get some rest. 

I shift under the covers once more, avoiding the cold spots created by the lack of body heat. It’s times like these I start to regret letting Leo borrow the heated blanket I bought a couple years ago. Guilt starts to pile up in my stomach for daring to think that, as I know he must have it worse right now. Even though they are warm blooded, all the turtle brothers tend to be more susceptible to both hot and cold than the average person. Lending Leo my precious heated blanket was a noble sacrifice I had to make if it means he’s getting through this winter a bit easier. Too bad I’ll most likely never see it again, stupid blanket stealing jerk.

My eyes finally start to droop as the drowsiness kicks in a bit more, my mind bouncing from Leo’s blanket thievery to Donnie’s recent invention to Raph’s kind nature, and the serotonin that came with the final thought was starting to knock me out once again.

I came to realize my crush on the giant snapping turtle about a year after we met, and he’s been at the forefront of my mind ever since. Even if his tall stature was a bit intimidating at first, his personality proved to me that he was just a giant teddy bear. A teddy bear with built in spikes, a dash of violence, and separation anxiety, but a teddy bear no less.

I lay my head against my arms, shifting the cocoon of blankets around me to try and keep the heat inside so I could stay warm. Feeling my body giving into the fatigue that held it in its grasp was comforting, and I hoped I could sleep till the sun’s up. Constantly waking up to a dark room was starting to make my overactive mind run through the possibilities of ghosts, demons, and murderers that might be in my room with me. 

My eyes shoot open as I hear my phone start ringing, the familiar tune cluing me in to who’s calling. Raph. I launch my arm out of my warm blankets and aimlessly feel around for my phone. The cold of the room starts to seep into the opening my arm makes, and I grit my teeth at the unpleasant feeling.  My hand finally feels the slick rubber of my phone case, and I quickly yank it back into my makeshift warmth pocket. I answer the call as I put the phone up to my ear, grinning giddily as I greet the snapping turtle on the other side.

“Um, hey. Sorry to wake ya’,” he starts, and I note the grogginess and nervousness that seems to seep into his voice. “I know it’s late, but I was wondering if ya’d like to come over? I had a nightmare, but don’t wanna’ bother any’a brothers right now, they haven’t gotten much sleep as of late.”

I smile softly at his words, knowing the double meaning behind them. He had another nightmare about the Kraang, and he doesn’t want his brothers to see that he’s still suffering. “Yeah, I’ll be over in a second. I’m assuming I can go straight to your room, or do you want me to meet you in the living room?” After the Kraang invasion, Raph’s been having nightmares, and I appreciated that he trusted me enough to ask for help.

“Kitchen, actually. I’ve started making some hot cocoa, and I’m not too keen on drinking it anywhere else. A bit worried I’d spill it, and most cleaning supplies are in Dee’s lab.”

“Okie dokie, I’m heading over now.” I hang up the phone and take a glance around my room. Turning on the flashlight function on my phone, I get up and stretch a bit. The cold air washes over me like a tsunami, and I curl into myself a bit. I almost forgot about the cold while Raph was calling, and it’s taking its revenge by ravaging my body with shivers.

I use the flashlight feature on my phone to help guide me through my room, and I turn on the light once I reach it. I rapidly blink a couple of times, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light faster. Once the world is a bit more clear, I trudge my way over to my closest. I really don’t want to have to change. Raph won’t mind me showing up in PJ’s, right? I mean, it is 3:30 in the morning, so it can’t be that weird. Making up my mind, I grab my jacket and put it on, throwing it over my shoulders as I turn off the light and head to leave my apartment after grabbing my keys. I really hope no one else is awake.

I speed walk down the dimly lit hallway, glancing over my shoulder as I go. The apartment I lived in was relatively safe, but one could never be too sure. Hell, the 2 guys that lived next door got mugged last week. Sure they were across town leaving a pub, but one could never be too cautious.

Leaving the apartment complex, I quickly head for the alley a couple blocks away. I knew there was a sewer hole there, and I wanted to get down to the lair as fast as I could, the cold was killing me. I inwardly cheer as I make it to the sewer plate, mentally patting myself on the back for not getting jumped. Not that I actually did anything, but still, it’s the little things.

Checking to make sure no one's around, I take the robot I got from Donnie out of my pocket and set it on the manhole cover. As manhole covers can weigh up to 250 pounds, Donnie gave me and April these little robots that open them for us. It will forever impress me how the turtle brothers lift them without assistance. Leo loves to hold it over my head how easily he can pick up the plates of steel and concrete, constantly making fun of me for not being able to do the same.

Once the cover is removed, I grab the robot and make my way down, putting the robot back onto the plate so it can close it. I take my phone out as the robot works and put on the flashlight. It gets really dark once the lid closes, and I learned my lesson the first time I tried to climb down in the dark. Turns out, it’s really hard to climb back up a ladder with a broken arm. 

The robot dings and I pluck it off the cover. Sticking it back into my pocket, I slowly make my way down the ladder, trying not to fall. When I reach the bottom, I lightly tap the concrete with my foot. Stepping in a puddle would really suck, and while sewage doesn’t drain through here that often, any water down here is really gross. 

Satisfied with the dryness, I fully step down. I use my flashlight to guide me once more, muscle memory taking over. It was around a 10 minute walk from the alleyway entrance to the lair, but Mikey painted the entire way with little graffiti drawings so I would have something to look at while I visit. 

Once I enter the lair, I head straight for the kitchen. I could see better now that I reached the lair, so I finally turned off my phone’s flashlight. Hopefully it wouldn’t die considering I forgot my battery pack in my rush to get here. As I entered the room, I could see Raph sitting at the island, his red onsie on and his retainer sitting next to him. He was sipping on a mug of what was presumably hot chocolate, and there was a second one next to him. Raph sends me a warm smile as I grab a stool to sit next to him, both of us wincing at the noise it makes when I drag it across the floor.

Raph slides the other mug over to me, and I eagerly take a sip.  Holy moly Raph makes a good cup of hot chocolate, and this was just what I needed to warm me up. The lair was considerably warmer than everywhere else I had been tonight, and I wanted to stay here as long as possible.

Raph takes another long sip of his hot chocolate before he breaks the comfortable silence that settled between us. “Sorry to call ya’ so late, I really ‘preciate ya’ comin’ t’night.”

“Having nightmares again?” You look over at Raph, his mask was off so you could see the scarring around his eye. It was a miracle he could still see out of it. 

Raph nods, staring down at his mug and watching the chocolate drink swirl. His leg was bouncing pretty quickly as he chewed on his lip. I wanted to ask what was wrong, see what was bothering him, but he beat me to it.

 “Do ya’ mind sleeping over t’night? I’d ‘preciate the company. We could hav’a slumber party in the projector room, or just hang out in mine. Whichever makes ya’ more comfortable”

I scan Raph’s face, noting how he’s not meeting I gaze fully. Feeling relief that the main thing bothering him was just the shyness of asking his friend to sleepover, you shoot him a big grin. 

“Dude, I’d literally love that,” I say, shifting in my seat to face him more. “My heater broke, and it’s actually warm here. You’re gonna have to drag me out kickin’ and screamin’.”

Raph finally meets my gaze, brows knitted together making his quote-unquote “Raph chasm” grow larger. “Are you okay? How long’s it been broken? Do ya’ know when it’ll get fixed?”

His rapid-fire questions stun me a bit, I didn’t expect him to care so much. Maybe he likes me back? Is this hope? A sign? I slightly shake my head, trying to shoo the thoughts out of my head. It’s Raph, he cares because his heart’s too big and I’m his friend. That’s it. That has to be it. Right? 

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s been broken for about a day, and the repair dude said it’d take about a week for them to get out there and fix it.” I swirl the rest of the hot chocolate in my mug, frowning slightly when I see just how far down it’s gotten. 

“A week? Isn’t that dangerous? Dee said it’s gonna get pretty close to zero around here soon.” Raph frown deepens and the creases in his forehead grow. I notice his leg starts bouncing once more, the growing worry clearly eating him up.

“Yeah, I’m not too sure what I’m gonna do. So far, the blanket cocoon idea isn’t working the best.”

“You could stay here.”

My head whips over to look at Raph, searching his face for any sign of deception or lies. “I really couldn’t, you guys have your own stuff to deal with, and I don’t want to impose.”

Raph sighs as he leans back on the stool, hanging onto the lip of the island with his hands while he stretches. “I get your anxiety about being a burden, really I do, but you know we care about you right?”

Raph shifts in his seat so he could look at me properly, putting his hand on my shoulder and waiting for me to meet his gaze before continuing. “You’re not a bother, you’re not a burden, and you’re always welcome here. We care ‘bout’cha, and I sure don’t want you to freeze. If anyone says anything about you staying here for the week, I’ll personally have a talk with them, ‘kay?”

My face warms at his words and I just nod my head dumbly, hiding my face behind the mug I continued to sip on. Raph seems to accept this as an appropriate answer, smiling warmly at me before patting my twice on the shoulder and turning back to his normal sitting position. We continue to sit in a semi-comfortable silence as I wait for my face to cool down again. This was not helping my crush on him at all.

I set my mug down gently, stealing a glance at Raph as he tips his head back to finish off the rest of his drink. I smiled a bit at the sight, the red giant’s tail was wagging slightly, obviously being pleased with the way his cocoa tasted. The worst he could say was no, right? That’s what everyone says? If I confess right now, maybe he’d go easy on the rejection. I take a deep breath and steel my nerves. 

“Hey Raph?” Raph’s head turns towards me, his deep eyes putting their full attention on me. “I want to tell you som-”

My words were interrupted by a spoken “GASP”, and I deflate as Raph’s attention turns towards the offending voice.

Donnie marches in, phone in hand as he stomps and spits all over my attempt to finally admit my feelings to Raph. I vaguely notice that he has yet to change into his pajamas, but I was more focused on the eyebags showing around his eyes through his mask. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week.

 “Holy Galileo, is that HOT CHOCOLATE? And you never even offered me any!? Raph, my brother I am OFFENDED!” 

I giggle a bit, my mood lighting up a bit. Donnie really can be amusing when he wants to. Although, I’m not too sure he’s aware of it. 

Raph rolls his eyes at the young pouting softshell, slightly amused by his dramatic outburst. “To be fair Dee, I thought’cha were sleepin’ already. Y’know, like your s'posed to be.”

Donnie falters a bit before perking back up, obviously reading to make his case on why he should be allowed to be awake and drinking hot cocoa, “You cannot turn this on me, no sir. Last I checked, you’re supposed to be asleep too, but you’re still up. And with THEM!”

Donnie accentuates his last sentence by dramatically pointing his finger at me like I was an enemy soldier on a warfront. I loudly slurped the rest of my cocoa, watching Donnie's eyes twitch at the sound. I smile a bit into my cup, proud that I was able to get a slight rise out of the turtle. Raph rolls his eyes once more at his brother's antics, pushing back his chair to stand up properly.

“One, I called Y/n in the middle of the night. This is an apology/bonding hot cocoa. Two, you’re supposed to be asleep. However, I am willing to make more if you want some, I'm running low anyway.” Donnie eagerly nods at Raph’s words, fishing down a mug for himself while Raph starts to busy himself with finding the big cocoa powder tin. He looks over at me, holding the tin and slightly shaking it in a silent question to me. I grin and nod excitedly at the notion, pushing my mug towards him slightly as I mutter my thanks and pleases.

Raph hums as he pours water into a saucepan along with sugar, cocoa powder, and a small amount of salt. Donnie pulls up a stool and sits next to me, his mug in front of him while he plays on his phone in wait.

“Why are you here? It’s almost 4 o'clock in the morning.” Donnie says, never looking up from his phone. 

“Raph called me to hang out and my heaters broke anyway, so I just came to hang out.”

Donnie finally looks at me, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Why isn’t it fixed yet?”

I shrug. I didn’t really know why it wasn't, but it continues to not work. “The company that I contacted said they couldn’t send someone ‘till Friday, didn’t really give me a reason though.”

Donnie frowns at my answer, his ‘eyebrows’ knitted together in a similar fashion to Raphs. “It’s tuesday.”

“Oh wow, really? Gosh, thanks for telling me such valuable information. I will cherish it forever.” Sarcasm drips from every word I spout, and Donnie looks incredibly unamused. I hear Raph snort from next to the stove, so I count this as a win.

“Why would it take them 5 days to come out and fix your heater? That’s a 2 hour job at worst.” 

“Yeah, well, that’s what they told me. There isn’t much else I can do but wait.” I shrug, and turn back towards Raph, watching him stir in the milk before pouring the mixture into each of our cups. Both Donnie and I give a quiet thanks to Raph while he walks around to sit next to me once more.

Continuing the conversation, Donnie speaks up once more. “I could fix it.”

The skeptic look I was staring down Donnie with brightens to one of hope. “Are you serious? ‘Cause that’d seriously be so awesome!”

Donnie nods his head as he sips from his mug, obviously savoring the sweet drink as much as possible. “If you’d want, we could head over right now-”

Raph slams his cup that he was previously drinking, the loud “WHAM” making both Donnie and I jump slightly. Donnie and I both turn to look at the snapper, but Raph refuses to look either of us in the eye.

“Oh Raph-a-la, want to share what that was about, hmm?” Donnie and I both continue to stare Raph down, his face slowly turning as red as his pajamas.

“I, um. They don’t need it done now, plus we’re all tired, so Raph thinks they should stay here tonight. No offense Donnie, but you look like you might pass out any second.”

Donnie continues to stare Raph down, and seems to find something during his analysis. With a little nod to himself, Donnie shoots Raph a tight smile.

“Well, if you say so boss man. I’m gonna take this,” Donnie raises his mug of hot chocolate, “and head off to my lab. Goodnight you two. Come find me in the morning if you want to take me up on that offer, Y/n.”

I nod and Donnie and wave goodbye as he leaves. I hear Raph calling out his own little goodbyes, and I realize we are left alone once more.

“So…., what were you gonna say earlier?” Raph starts, taking a sip from his mug as he eyes me. “It seemed important, but Donnie kinda interrupted you.”

I freeze in my seat. I completely forgot about the almost confession that happened earlier. “Oh, that.. Um, well, I just kinda wanted to get something off my chest, but it isn’t really important. You don’t gotta worry about it!”

Raph’s eyes narrow as he looks me up and down. “Uh huh, sure. Y'know you can Raph anything, right?”

I shrink a bit under Raph’s gaze, my face heating up as I try to work up the courage once more. “Yeah, I know. It's just, I don’t know. I don’t want to make things weird between us.”

“Why would things become weird between us?”

Here goes. “Because I like you, like, a lot.”

I watch Raph freeze, his body grows tense and I start to panic. “Not that you need to reciprocate! I know I’m a bit weird, so I totally understand if you don’t like me back! We can totally ignore any of this happened, I can even go back to my apartment if your uncomfortable, I don’t want to make things weird between us-”

Raph puts his hand on my head, stopping my ramblings. There's a small smile on his face and the pit in my stomach grows. This is it. I’m about to get rejected and he’s never going to talk to me again. This sucks.

Raph opens his mouth and I tense expecting the worst. “Don’t worry! Raph likes you too! Like, a lot.”

What?

That’s not what I thought was gonna happen. I meet Raph’s eyes and they are filled with nothing but warmth. I melt into the hand on my head, the relief mixing with elation and I feel like I just had a sugar crash.

“You do?” I had to make sure, make sure this wasn’t some pity move to make me feel better.

Raph nods, pulling me into a hug which I instantly melt into. “Raph promises. I like you too, Y/n. I have for a while.”

“Oh.” 

I feel Raph’s body vibrate with the chuckle that escapes him. He just holds me for a bit, keeping me next to him to prove that this wasn’t a dream and I wasn’t about to wake up. The events of the day slowly catch up to me, my body demanding sleep now that all the worry was drained out of my body.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I ask, trying to gauge whether this was a conversation I need to wake myself up for or not.

“No, let's try in the morning. We’re both too tired to think. Do you want to sleep in the projector room, or mine?” Raph shifts me in his arms, standing up while carrying me. I was a bit embarrassed he felt the need to, but I would care more later. I’m still riding on a love high. Plus, Raph’s carrying me, I'm not complaining for the world.

“Uhhhhhhh, yours. I want to snuggle in your plushie pile.”

I watch Raph nod through half lidded eyes, snuggling into the turtles arms even more. I fell asleep before I reached the room, dreaming of all the things Raph and I were going to do together now that the feelings are officially mutual.

01.07.23

[mcx7demonbros]

Last Act of Mercy (Father & The Brothers)

Ft. Father, the Brothers, Michael, Lilith, Raphael

Warning. Angst. Violence. Murder. Suggestive a bit in Asmo’s part. (Please let me know if I miss anything)

Not completely proofread

“Michael!”

The door to Michael room burst opened as a Seraphim rushed inside, panting.

“What is it that makes you so anxious, Samuel?” Michael asked as he poured a cup of water for the Seraphim.

“Father, I don’t see him anywhere.” The Seraphim said after finishing the cup of water. “Today, when I enter Throne Room, I found it empty of His delightful presence. I don’t know where he has gone. What do we do now?”

“It’s nothing to worry about.” Michael said calmly after he had heard everything.

“What, but-.”

“Samuel, Father is neither a child nor an frail old man. He’s the Creator of Heaven and Earth and all creatures living within them. He’s the Source of the Divine Light that shines on the Celestial Realm perpetually. Wherever he goes, he’ll be fine. A solid proof is that the Celestial Realm hasn’t been devoured by the darkness of nothingness yet.”

“Oh, right. Thank you for your assuring words.”

“Wherever you are, please be hurry and come back to us.” Michael clasped his hands together and prayed, with Samuel joining him.

Meanwhile, at the Devildom…

A man who seemed to be in His 30s, dressed in white from head to toe, and from Him shone a radiant but gentle white light, was walking through the streets of the Devildom. However, none of the demons walking on the street recognized His presence. Otherwise, things would be very complicated.

He looked at all the things the demons were doing, smiling gently at every good act, and sighing like a human at every bad act and sin.

Though The Man soon moved on, the purpose for which He came to the Devildom today was not to observe the daily life of Devildom citizen, but to see how some of His fallen sons were faring, though He knew perfectly the result wouldn’t be positive.

At a big casino in Devildom…

“Ahahaha, the Great Mammon is the winner today.” Mammon laughed at he showed his opponent and others his cards, and the displeasure expression on his opponent’s face was enough to prove Greed’s words.

“No, you didn’t win. You cheated.” The casino staff said as they grabbed Mammon’s arm and a lot of cards fell from his sleeve.

“You cheater!” Mammon’s opponent shouted at him. “Accept defeat and give me the money.”

However, Mammon did not comply with the rule.

“The money in my wallet is mine. In fact, all money, treasures, riches,… all of them are mine, you understand? MINE!” Mammon turned into his demon form, much to the horror of his opponent, the staff and others. “And no one is allowed to touch what I declare is MINE.”

“Y-you are being unreasonable.” His opponent pointed a finger at Mammon, trying so hard to hide his fear.

“Reasonable! I’m a demon, I’m reasonable only when I want to.” Greed grabbed the head of his opponent’s hair with one hand, and the other hand grabbed the hair of the casino staff. Mammon pulled out their hair along with their head skin before killing them mercilessly. That was only the start as he grabbed other demons by the side and murder them too.

Standing by the side, Father shook his head in disapproval but his eyes looked at Mammon with pity.

The Devildom Royal Navy’s HQ…

“That’s all for my report on our ammunition of the past month.” A demon captain declared every word loud and clear while bowing to the Grand Admiral.

“Alright, you’re dismissed.”

Hearing the words, the captain couldn’t be happier as he excused himself from the overly dominant Envy.

After the captain left, Leviathan locked the door. Envy then turned the TV in his office on.

MARIKA-CHAN AND HER SAUSAGE COMPANION, said the title on the screen.

“Thanks Father I was able to finish everything just in time.” Levi mumbled with excitement.

As the opening began to play, Envy got off his seat and began to dance in front of the TV. Only after the opening ended did Levi sit down on the floor, panting and watching peacefully.

The episode of the week was about how Marika-chan and her sausage companion defeated a monster that breathed out poisonous black smoke and rescued a sea snake from its grip.

“Marika-chan is so cool.” Envy got emotional as he wiped the tear at the corner of his eye.

“I wish Marika-chan were real to save me too…*sigh*…but it’s probably better that she isn’t real. No one likes a gross otaku like me.” Before long, Levi fell back into his self-depreciating abyss.

The Admiral didn’t notice The Man in white sitting beside him all along, watching the film with him and also looking at him with fatherly love.

Father entered a restaurant called Hell’s Kitchen before sitting at a table in the corner, from which He could see an orange head demon devouring tons of food.

“Waiter, I want to order more.” Beelzebub demanded.

“I’m sorry, but you have reached the limit of food allowed for gluttonous demons.” The waiter said.

“I don’t care. My hunger is not satiated, I want MORE!”

“B-but-.”

Before the waiter could say another world, Gluttony just grabbed the demon and tossed them inside his mouth and devoured them. To this sight, the demon manager only shook his head and sighed, saying something like “he’s at it again” before dialing for someone who could take on Beelzebub to take him out of the restaurant.

Father was walking on the street leading to the House of Lamentation when He witnessed a violent scene.

“I-i’m so sorry.” A lesser demon kowtowed to a blond demon, asking for forgiveness after having bumped into him and making his clothes dirty with the ice-cream they had held on their hand just a moment before.

“Sorry? If an apology were all that needed for everything to be brushed aside, I wouldn’t be called the Avatar of Wrath.” Satan said, sounding a little rougher at the end, before he kicked the lesser demon in the face, crushing it. With another but stronger kick, Wrath sent the head of the demon flying before taking the body home, mumbling something about “feeding some demon cats” like a mad man.

After dying at a human, Lilith couldn’t find a way to return to the Celestial Realm so she decided to stay with her brothers out of the immense sibling love she bore for them and haunted the House of Lamentation like a ghost with no one realizing.

That day had been a normal day, Lilith was wandering within the House, like she had been doing for the past 3000 years or so. Hearing the footsteps and the sound of dragging a dead body, she knew it was probably Satan coming home. So she looked at the front yard, Satan was a peculiar sibling to her after all.

Yes, there’s Satan and a body and-. Lilith couldn’t believe in her eyes when she saw a Man in white walking behind Wrath. What’s He doing here?

The moment Father stepped inside the House, He felt a little bit nauseated as He could smell the stench of impurity. The stench let Him to a room with flower decoration.

“OUT!” When Father walked through the room, He saw a fighting scene. Clearly, Asmodeus had just finished giving an incubus what he wanted on bed and now Lust was trying to chase him away.

“Please let me stay the night, Lord Asmodeus!” The incubus got down on his knees and begged.

“That’s not possible, Incubia. You know the rule, once I finished the deed with someone, they have to leave immediately. I’m not letting anyone staying overnight.”

“B-but-.”

“Leave now. OR ELSE.” Asmo’s eyes brightened up as he turned into his demon form.

“Ok, I’m leaving.” The incubus took all his belongings and left the room. In the hallway, he met Satan carrying a corpse. He wanted to yelp but he was afraid it would annoy the Avatar of Wrath so he bit his tongue to keep silence and stay out of Wrath’s way.

Inside the room, Lust turned into his full demon form as he took out a mirror and looked inside it. He looked at it for a little bit before his face turned more human. Asmo admired his human face before turning it back to the face of a beast.

Tears began to appear on the fifth born’s eyes.

“No matter how much make-up I try to put on, my true face is that of a beast. No matter how much perfume I put on and how much I bathe, I could still smell the stench of impurity somewhere on my body.” Asmo mumbled to himself while crying silently.

Belphegor was standing on the deck of the Ark of Noah, which was floating amidst water. Around him lied corpses of Noah and his family, the only people God saved during the Great Flood.

“Ahahaha, I did it. I killed all human and ended this cursed race.” Sloth laughed out loud, kicking and mutilating the corpses further more before sitting down on the floor, holding his face, crying. “But no matter what I do, I can’t bring her back…Lilith…Lilith…”

Outside the dream world Belphegor created to partially satisfy his human genocide desire, the seventh-born was crying in his sleep too, acting the same like his dream self, mumbling the name of his sister.

Father reached out His hand and caressed Belphie’s head. Sloth was no longer crying. In his dream, he found himself in a warm meal with his brothers.

Father stopped by Lucifer’s office to find His once favorite son. The eldest was dozing off on his chair, his right hand is holding a document, while on his left hand a pen. However, his face soon became twisted. He was in nightmare, like what happened in most of his sleep after he fell.

Pride dreamt of that day again. The day he rebelled against Father. The day he lost and fell from the heavenly kingdom, holding his sister. The day he had to kneel and kissed the Demon Prince’s hand as he pledged eternal loyalty to him. The day he saw his sister being taken away forever.

However, suddenly, Lucifer felt a warm hand touching his head and the nightmare scene disappeared. The hand was full of love and gentleness. Pride knew the feeling of that hand very well. He felt it the first time when he was created and he had never forgotten that feeling since.

“Father!” Lucifer opened his eyes, looking around but he saw nothing.

It was probably just a dream. Pride told himself. But the warm of the touch was too real to be just a dream. Pride subconsciously touched his head, just right where the hand of his Father had touched him and he could still feel the gentle warmth.

Lilith saw The Man leaving through the door of the House of Lamentation with no one noticing. Lilith knew that the only one who could help her brothers with their sufferings was their Father. Even though she had a great fear for Father ever since the day of her judgement, the love she bore for her brothers overcame it and the last-born summoned all of her courage and ran after Father. With the speed of a ghost, she soon caught up with Father.

“Father!” Lilith cried as she touched the hem of His white garment.

“Father, I know that both I and my brothers have chosen to stand against Thee and don’t deserve to to look at Thy merciful face. But please, I beg of Thee to take pity of my fallen brothers and grant them an act of mercy. I don’t care what happened to me, even if you take me back to Celestial Realm for the ancient sentence to be carried out.” Lilith begged at she kneeled at the feet of God. “Please just make their sufferings more bearable.”

All the Seraphim were puzzled the moment Father came back.

“Is that the Act of Creation?” One Seraphim marveled despite having seen it before.

“Don’t you think you should be silent when Father is performing such an action of supreme goodness.” Raphael said, with Gabriel nodding in agreement beside him.

“A sheep?” This time it was Michael wondering. On Father’s hand was a pink sheep. However, he soon realized the sheep was something symbolic to hide the true identity of the thing Father had just created.

Father then looked down on Earth and began to look at a woman, your mother, who were in intimate moment with her husband/boyfriend. One of them happened to be Lilith’s descendant. After looking at the future and making sure everything would be according to the plan He and Lilith and made, Father sent the sleeping pink sheep down to Earth, into the woman’s womb and the moment of conception began.

“This is My last act of Mercy for them.” Father said as the Seraphim marveled amongst themselves.

Author’s words

I actually have the theory of MC having something to do with Father and I wanted to write this out long ago. Why I have this theory is because sheep is the symbol for God & His People, as depicted many times in the Bible.

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I've been rereading the love potion series and it got me wondering, how would the other turtles (since you did Mikey's reaction already) would be to a y/n under the potion's spell?

Would y/n be clingy and lovey-dovey? Or flirty and just a big tease? Or maybe even shy and just wants cuddles/physical affection?

I'm really curious ^^' sorry for the ramble

Love Potion: Roles Reversed

author’s note: it’s finally happening :D, I’ve gotten so many requests for y/n’s time to shine under love potion with dee, lee, & raph so here we go, I hope you all enjoy

warnings: cursing, established relationships, kissing, fluff, unedited

> mikey’s y/n under love potion influence <

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Raphael

So clearly, he had left the glass on the counter unattended because he was whisked away by his brothers getting into a spat, BUT in his defense he clearly labeled the drink as his and for no one to touch, much less drink.

Yet when Raph came back into the kitchen the drink aka love potion was empty. Now why was he in possession of such a thing? Weird shit happens! And even weirder shit has so let’s leave it at that! It totally wasn’t because he was supposed to be the responsible turtle and Señor Huseo asked him to keep it safe for a day.

Raph looked into the empty glass with a shrinking stomach. He had one job! Leo would say his ‘chasm’ was getting bigger. “Shit!” He groaned, who could have possibly— the first suspect was obviously LEO! But he had just been with him, breaking up a stupid argument with Donnie… so was it Mikey??

Raph would’ve exited the kitchen in search for the youngest turtle if he hadn’t heard a hiccuped giggle. His brow bones came together in confusion as he rounded the island counter and crossed his arms at the sight of you, slouched on the ground, a giggling mess, “Y/n!!” He exasperated and watched as you lulled your head to the sound of his voice

Your eyes crinkled at the sight, “Raphieeeeee” you squealed, making grabby hands at your boyfriend. “I don’t even have to ask, but just to be certain, did you drink from the glass that was clearly labeled to ‘not’ drink?” You nodded quickly, still smiling up at him as he sighed. “Wanna tell me why???” he asked. You weren’t a rule breaker!

“The label was on the back of the glass! I didn’t see before it was too late,” you pouted. Your hands falling to your sides as you realized he wasn’t picking you up. The excuse sounded plausible, but Raph had been pretty darn sure he had the glass facing the right way. Another sigh left his lips.

“What am I gonna do with you?” His smiled despite himself, placing a hand atop your head and ruffling your hair. “Raphhhhh!” You whined, not wanting him to mess up your hair even though you liked his touch. Like really really liked his touch. More so than usually and your hands grabbed onto his wrist tugging down his hand for you to nuzzle your cheek into his open palm.

He coughed, his other hand covering his mouth as he blushed furiously, watching you nuzzle cutely into his hand. “Y/n! Stop that, you’re under a love potion, that wasn’t just some cool looking soda,” Raph explained. You wanted to be surprised but it made sense, and if the world was crazy enough to have yokai and mutants, love potions weren’t that wild.

“C’mere, let’s get you off the ground and home, I’m sure it’ll wear off in a bit.” Raph was hopeful that it would…

“No!! I’m not going anywhere. Especially not home!” You said, holding onto his hand even tighter and giving him big sad eyes that rivaled Mikey’s puppy dog ones. “Okay okay, but you ain’t staying on the floor!” He appeased you, then promptly picked you up like you were nothing but a leaf.

He carried you with care of course, Raph was a gentle-turtle. Now you were just snuggling into his plastron and he had to hold in satisfied churrs. “Raphie-pie, can I just stay in your arms forever?” He shook his head, that was the first time he’d ever heard such a nickname! “I doubt I’m that comfortable,” he joked and you went on to say his arms were the comfiest place ever!

Raph was in for a week of snuggles, cuddles, and embarrassing nicknames!

Leonardo

“What’s that?” You asked as you watched Leo pour a pink fizzy liquid into your designated cup. He jumped at the sound of your voice almost spilling the drink. “ACK! Y/n! Give a turtle a warning huh?!” You smirked at his dramatics, “Thought you were a ninja?” You teased and he fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

“The best ninja, actually, and I was concentrating!” He clarified. Then presented you the drink. “This my dear Y/n, is a love potion. And before you say ‘LeO tHaT isN’t rEaL’ it was brewed, before my eyes, by a witch!” You eyed the drink carefully, not taking it from him. “Ohoho! So you believe me!!?” Leo’s smirk grew bigger.

“Well.. I know New York is full of crazy, but it does sound like bullshit. Something out of a movie..” you took the cup. Giving it a closer analysis and even going as far to sniff, trying to see if it was just strawberry fanta. “Today, we make history! Y/n finally believes whatever I say ahahahaha!” Leo joked, bumping into your shoulder with his and making the drink slosh around.

“So.. you gonna drink it??” He said, giving you eyes that said ‘if you don’t I’ll make fun of you forever.’ You narrowed your eyes, “this isn’t really a love potion is it?” You wanted confirmation but Leo shrugged, watching you carefully with a crafty smirk. You scowled and went to put the cup on the counter, you weren’t stupid and whatever was in the drink was something that would entertain the hell out of your boyfriend.

“Chicken!” He squawked immediately and you whipped your head around glaring at him. “You spit in this?” His mouth dropped, “What?! No that’s gross!” He said defensively. “Is a bug in here?? Or some other embarrassing thing?” You gave him a pointed look and his sighed loudly.

“I’d never do that to you. To my brothers, yes. But to you? Ne-ver! Pinky swear~” he held out his third finger. “So you want me to drink a love potion?” You said as you rolled your eyes and hooked your pinky around his green appendage. “Yes! C’mon it’ll be fun!! Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, d—“

“OKAY!” You yelled, effectively shutting him up and he bounced up and down excitedly, letting go of your pinky. You gave the drink another wary glance and decided it was most likely not real… and drank a sip. He booed and you groaned as you downed the whole thing in one go. He whooped and cheered happily, giving you a bright smile and leaned in super close.

“How do you feel?” He said making sure to maintain eye contact with you. You smacked your lips at the taste, it wasn’t half bad, and when your eyes snagged onto his it was like time stopped. Leo was your boyfriend, of course you loved him. But this feeling, it was like everything had multiplied by a thousand, no a million! You blinked as a furious blush overtook your face, it was hot! And Leo was so close and all you wanted to do was plant your lips on top of his!

You backed up, staggering and shaky. “I don’t know!” You managed and he followed you, not giving you room. “Did it work??” He said giving you a curious look. “Outta the way!!” Mikey bellowed as he hauled shell into the kitchen, he was hungry and wanted to fix his lair famous pizza. Yes he sometimes made pizza when the pizza funds were running dry! When your eyes left Leo’s to look at Mikey, the blue clad turtle quickly grabbed your face.

“No no no, you gotta look at me!” He declared and stared even harder into your eyes. Mikey paused, giving the two of you a weird glance as he shuffled around the kitchen for pizza supplies. “Uh, what’re you two doing??” He asked but he wasn’t overly curious, his mind was still just on food. “Couple stuff, mind your business! And don’t look Y/n in the eyes!! It’ll ruin all my hard work!” Leo said but made no move to look elsewhere.

“Let go!” You squeaked, your face felt too hot, like you might pass out! You were sure you looked like a tomato but Leo wasn’t the type to give in. “Maybe it just takes awhile..” he guessed, still staring, and his hands were starting to brush your cheeks, he could feel how hot your skin was. Luckily his hands were cool to the touch. “Leo it worked okay let me go!” And that was all he needed to hear, “I knew it!! So you do feel something??? Do you love me ten times more than usual??”

He was grinning like a loon, and tugging you out of the kitchen. This touch was more acceptable and you squeezed his hand, unknowingly nodding your head to all his questions. You couldn’t really focus, all you knew was that his touch felt nice. And you didn’t really want him to let go, at least not from your hand.

Leo was in store for lots of handholding, (which usually you weren’t a touchy person) and you showered him in compliments, very much a words of affirmation type. You didn’t really want to leave his side, but if you did go topside it was because you wanted to see his face light up from a gift you had picked out especially for him.

Donatello

You knew the risks of trying your own love potion. You were a witch after all. But you had expected to be alone and wanted to see if the effects wouldn’t well affect if you didn’t make eye contact for a day!

You had movies in store, a whole day to just veg out! But after a couple of movies, you maybe sort of forgot about the no eye contact when your boyfriend Donatello opened up your window with ease. You usually left it unlocked for him, and he knew that so came and went as he pleased.

“Y/n! You’ll never believe what I just invented, it shall change this humble town- no! The world!!” He cackled like the mad scientist he was. You smiled, happy to see your purple turtle and gave him your full attention. But as soon as you met his excited gaze, your eyes widened with realization as you felt the side effects take place.

“Oh sweet Merlin!” You groaned and after you blinked you were up, moving your limbs, well struggling to move away from Donnie. “What? Where are you going?!” He hollered after you as he followed you throughout your apartment. “Dee, you may want to go,” you said through gritted teeth. You did not want him to go, not at all, and it took you biting down on your tongue for you to not take back your words.

You calculated that only a few hours had gone by since you had drank the potion, and it work so well that it felt like you had only took a sip just a few seconds ago. You wrote that down in your little notebook that had been left on the kitchen counter. Meanwhile Donnie was overthinking. You wanted him to leave? But why? Had he done something? He was looking at you with a dejected expression. Maybe you weren’t interested in his inventions anymore… maybe you weren’t into him anymore.

The look on his face had you breaking. “I’m sorry, really Dee I took a love potion for research reasons and I’m feeling the affects right now, I wanna jump on top of you but I know you won’t like that so I—“ Your explanation had him breathing out in relief.

“Well, I don’t know if I can handle you climbing all over me, but I can hold your hand,” he offered and you were at his side in two seconds flat. Holding his hand and breathing out your own sigh of relief. He pulled you to your couch in the living room, “Now as I was saying!” He cleared his throat on of his robot arms bringing out his invention while another setup a projector.

He had a whole PowerPoint ready, because unlike most others, you wanted to know about his work in depth and he loved being able to go all out to explain! You were all “whoa!” “so cool” “but what about this?” “oooh how about adding this!” Throwing in a few, suggestions about how you could do this or that with your magic.

You weren’t letting go of his hand anytime soon. Donnie was in for a week of more touch than usual, definitely more quality time together, and you wanting to give him all the magical charms you could conjure. “But Donnie, my love, this one is for protection! And this one is for strength, and this one is like a stress reliever,” the list went on and on and usually he could decline such magical offerings but you were quick to tears under the love potion influence so he reluctantly accepted your gifts even if they were magical. Even if he had tech protection that also helped with strength and had other ways that his tech could surely help with relieving stress.