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livelaughlovesubs · 7 months

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Pitiful thing

Dom!reader x sub!Raphael (reader is gender neutral)

Part two!

!Warning! dark content (this is going to be disgusting), a bit gore (ripping wings!), sadistic reader, spit, vomit, dacryphilia, beating, biting, stepping, stomping, kicking, piercing (Rara is getting rid of an old one), anal play, sounding, slapping, use of sex toys, blood

Word count: 7.3k (my longest one yet)

Nini!rant: repost until it shows up in the tag…!

The accident which occurred during Christmas was long forgotten. For you it was a brief interaction, a short encounter and a meeting never meant to happen. It didn’t matter what happened to him, to that angel, because in the end what they did to you were worse. Maybe it wasn’t justified and you were being petty, since that angel in particular hasn’t done anything yet, but do you regret it? No. It was fun.

On the other hand, it left the other party pretty impressed, as if the event left a brand on him. That angel thought something was established between you two. A special treatment only he got, as if he became a higher being. It’s not that he caught feelings for you, it was for the act you did to him. Even though it’s a curse in disguise, since he is the sun that got attracted to the night.

Not even a month later that man came down to hell again, landing at the same spot as last time, searching for a certain someone. Just like playing catch, about him looking for that vivid dream he lived down here. How ironic, once was enough to get him hooked and addicted.

And destiny was playing a prank on you, unexpectedly bringing you two together again. Because as fate planned, you crossed that path on that specific day too. A huge dust cloud was spreading in front of you, hindering your sight. It took a while to make out the familiar shadow between the mist. You squint your eyes, no way he was back here again. However you weren’t displeased. Why should you get upset about something insignificant like this anyway.

“Someone out for revenge?” You remarked and leaned against one of the food stalls. The familiar figure turned around to face you, his bright blond hair appearing from behind the mist. “No, rather, I’m here to thank you.” He said, slowly his entire figure emerged from the dust. “That’s surprising, why so?” His words caught your attention, you didn’t expect it from him, an angel. “You helped me become a higher being, I guess it is curtesy that I show you my gratitude. So, I’ll give you permission to touch me.” Raphael said with a smug face. It’s unnecessary to mention that you were hella confused, what did he eat this time?

The angel also seemed a little confused now and added, “…shouldn’t you be grateful and happy?” Ah. So that’s what was going on in his head. “Hah, haha.” You giggled, and continued with, “become a higher being? Really? You angels are more arrogant than I thought.” Raphael didn’t let it get to him, all he did was muttering under his breath, “right, a human couldn’t possibly understand something as complex as this. Fine, I don’t care.” That’s what he said, but he did sound a little disappointed.

“Right… hey Raphael, just tell me if you want to fuck. I liked how you cried.” You were now the one with a smug face. Suddenly he grabbed your shoulder and shouted, “Don’t forget your place, you are just an insignificant creature, we angels are the only ones loved by god.” The grip was tight, it almost started to hurt, but you couldn’t stand how he tried to intimidate you, so you replied, “oh yea? And who is named gods only mistake?” That wasn’t smart, he had all reasons to kill you after all. But hopefully he won’t, after all you are the one that got him ‘closer’ to god. You are the only hint those annoying things have.

The Blondie seemed to struggle with making a decision, before giving up. “Damn it.” He sighed and pushed you away. “Woa, how friendly of you. Now I’m definitely not going to help you become a greater being.” “And what if I threaten to kill you?” “You can’t because you’ll still need me.” This wasn’t going anywhere, it’d be better to just separate. Right now all you two were doing was fighting like children.

“So what do I have to do to get you to help?” Raphael crossed his arms and acted coldly, still having that overly confident aura surrounding him. His halo with the little sun was also shining slightly, how it irked you. All angels were the same, overly confident, arrogant and a pain in the ass. Then something clicked in your head, even if their personalities are shitty, you were still able to have fun. “… actually, nothing, just don’t resist.” “What?” You didn’t explain yourself, instead walked closer to him, resulting in him backing up some steps too. “What are you-” “I told you not to resist.” Your hand reached out to him, holding him by his waist. “Ugh..!” He tensed up, you could tell he was hesitating on what to do, still looking for the best solution. But you ignored it, why should you care about his comfort anyway, he came to ask you to touch him after all.

The hand, which was on his hips moved to his back and groped his ass, while your other one started to cup his bulge. He pushed you away again, “You! How dare you do something like that!” “You said I got permission to do it.” “And? That’s why you aren’t going to warn me?” You rolled your eyes and turned around, about to go back to your home in hell. “If you don’t want to do it I won’t. I’ll be on my way now, what a waste of time.” “Wait!” He yelled again, with a half angry and half desperate tone. “I’ll do it, just- not here.” “Pff, everyone saw your body on Christmas anyway.” “Still, ugh, why are you so stubborn?!” “I’m leaving~” “alright alright!” Raphael hurriedly raised his shirt, biting the end of it to keep it raised, showing off his piercings. The two crosses on his chest waved, practically inviting you to touch them. A small smirk escaped you, “hah, so you can be a good boy after all.”

A few moments later you were touching him all over. He stood and kept his arms behind his back while you gave him a sloppy handjob. Hands wrapped around his shaft, pressing down slightly when reaching the tip and repeating the movements. Every time you did that he flinched, his shoulders jerked upwards and his piercings clanked against his skin. All those accessories on his body were cute, he was the definition of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. Not to mention his moans were adorable too, and how he blushed like a maiden fresh in love. Did he get more sensitive during that time span? At least that cock cage he once had was gone, guess he didn’t get a new one. “Hey, get on your knees.” “Hmmm?!?” He sounded like he was protesting, but you can’t hear so it doesn’t matter. In the end, he did just as you said, why would he go though the extra trouble to be a brat only to follow your comment anyway. After he got on his knees, he soiled his clean white pants with dirt, his cheeks got a bit redder too. Because he kneeled down, you couldn’t reach his crotch anymore, so you placed your hand on his chest instead.

Fumbling with his pink nipples, tugging on them carefully. Rolling your finger over them and groping his pecs. It was embarrassing for Raphael, it didn’t hurt nor felt especially good, it was humiliating. Every single part of this was shameful and he truly didn’t know what he was doing here. Though somehow, he still found pleasure in the pain you gave him, it was scary how much he enjoyed it.

His saliva drooled down his chin, all the way down to his white sweater. A wet spot could be seen and it kept getting bigger. His bangs were also sticking to his forehead due to the sweat covering his body, and not to mention how much he trembled. It was cute, you wanted more. You pulled at his piercings, enough for it to hurt slightly, watching as his buds stretched forwards. “Mhm-mmM!” The angel groaned, face blushing furiously while he clenched his teeth. Eyebrows furrowed and expression twisted into one of shame. If you didn’t know better you would have thought he was going to kill you any moment.

“I’m done, get up.” Just as how abrupt you started this play, you ended it too. That was so sudden, he couldn’t even process the information before your hands left his body. He let his shirt fall down and asked, “what? But…” then he bit his bottom lip, followed by standing up on his wobbly legs, unwillingly getting up from his spot. “fine, ugh..” the man in front of you looked like a mess, seriously, he couldn’t even stand without shaking. “You did pretty well, come back another time.” “..?? Why’s that?” “Don’t follow me.” You turned around and left, ignoring him as well as his questions. “Hey, hey! Come back- you, ugh, damn it!” That man’s frustrated screams were the last thing you heard.

Some time has passed since your second meeting with him. To be honest, you were surprised he actually listened to you and didn’t follow you. Nevertheless, that didn’t change much about your perception of him. You weren’t sure yourself why you left like that, however you were sure on one thing, it was a good decision to leave that day. He will come to you by himself sooner or later, and if destiny is still in your favour, everything will go just as you anticipated.

Today you were chilling outside a hotel. It feels nice being alone for a bit, or rather, not being in the presence of any clingy devils. You didn’t necessarily hate them, but you didn’t have hard feelings towards them neither. At first you thought it wouldn’t bother you that they all subconsciously thought you were Solomon, but it did start getting on your nerves. Also how they didn’t even want to accept the fact that you were someone else, not trying at all to adjust. They were also rather… controlling. It was hard enough to sneak out without Satan or sitri noticing.

Raphael didn’t have such a peaceful time like you, he was frustrated beyond repair. The first time you touched him he was at least able to finish, last time you left him with a raging boner. That must be the reason why he missed you so much, he wanted you to finish what you started. So when he finally found you, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately landed in the back alley of the hotel, quietly and carefully, as if one wrong move would cause you to run away.

You noticed him when he started to walk towards you, wondering when he got here. It’s the first time he didn’t make a mess as soon as he came down to hell. “You, you are free now aren’t you?” Raphael proclaimed, a stressed expression on his face. The past two weeks didn’t go well for him huh. “Yea, and?” “The thing you did last time, finish it.” You eyed him up and down, he could feel your sharp gaze on him, it made him almost uncomfortable. Once again he was making such a bold request. Oh well, you have some spare space in your schedule and playing with something else once in a while is healthy. “I’ll pretend I heard you say ‘please’, anyway, follow me.” “Where are you taking me?” “I thought you preferred doing it inside?” “I’m not a pervert like someone else after all.” How impolite he was, but you’ll excuse him for this once.

You greeted the reception as you got inside the hotel and walked straight to the elevator, Raphael followed you with hesitant steps before joining you. It was a bit awkward, especially for him since it’s an unfamiliar environment, you could see how he fumbled with his hand. Maybe he was wondering why none of the devils were suspicious of him, or if his presence really is that unnoticeable. It could have been something entirely unrelated too.

The two of you didn’t exchange a word while waiting, and it continued until both of you arrived at the vip room (a small advantage of being friendly with the kings) of the hotel. Afterwards you pulled out a room card and unlocked the door with a click sound, opening and entering it. “Close the door behind you.” You said, in case it wasn’t obvious enough. He did without much thought, and started looking around in the room. It was pretty and had a bathtub too, to be expected for vip. The bed was kingsized, it took up so much space but the room still looked huge.

You sat down on the bed, he stood in front of you. Then you commented, “you know, Raphael, you value yourself so much but how comes every time we meet it’s about intimacy? You are pretty desperate for an angel.” He didn’t show much of an expression, even so you could read his body language and saw his fist tightening. “It’s a bit ironic.” A small chuckle slipped from you after saying that, then you patted the space next to you, telling him to sit down. The angel obliged and walked over, when he got close enough you pulled him by the arm to force him to sit down.

Just like what happened a few days ago, you do what you want without any regards for him. Once he sat down, you pushed him again to make him lay flat on his back. He didn’t really resist since he knew he was stronger than you, and this time he wasn’t restricted by any weird powers. “Keep your hands above your head.” Another command, he debated silently whether he should keep playing obedient, but after seeing how you left last time… he really didn’t want to get worked up for nothing again. It’s always so thrilling and surprising when with you, because you do what you want and never tell him your plans. Though sometimes he thinks it’s better he doesn’t know.

Now that his arms were hold above him, you tied them together. Despite the fact that he has been good until now, you can never be sure about the future. “Hey, why are you tying me up again?” Raphael asked. “I didn’t tie you up during Christmas,” You clarified. “You know what I mean.” “I feel more comfortable like this, don’t want to?” Your eyes stared into his coldly, showing that you ain’t up for games. He wanted to protest further, however the thought of you leaving him like that was something he couldn’t make peace with. Not after all the efforts he went through to find you. He went quiet again until you were done binding him.

Next thing you did was pulling out the rather familiar ball gag, about to install it onto him again. The angel widened his eyes, were you planning to recreate the past with all those equipments or what? Did you pity the fact you couldn’t do more? When you brought the gag closer to his face, he reluctantly opened his mouth, letting you bind the straps around his head. After gaging him successfully, you pulled out a cutter knife, bringing it to his neck. His pupils shrunk, he glared at you menacingly. You dragged the knife along his neck, taking note of how his breath got more and more shallow with each passing second. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” Yea, so reassuring, he feels so safe.

You grabbed his collar and pointed the sharp edge towards his shirt, afterwards you cut into his sweater. The knife was sharp enough to cut through the fairly thick fabric pretty easily. From the top to the bottom, until you split his clothes in two. He hold his breath the entire time, which was weird since normally he didn’t fear death nor wounds. A little blood was fine and he can take the pain, so why was he so nervous? It must be because of how stoic you were. You looked so chill and serious while you tore his clothes, keeping your attention on him and no one else. It’s the first time someone was focused on him like this, it was almost embarrassing, but he didn’t dislike it.

But you were thinking about how naive and cute he was, all you did was look at him for a few seconds and now his heart was pounding like crazy. It was way too easy to wrap him around your finger. Angels truly are useless and pitiful things. After you finished cutting through his clothes, you put the knife away. You only cut it in the middle, so that they were hanging from his shoulder like jackets. Since they were cut now, it revealed his bare torso. This is the third time that you’ve seen him in such a state. Those accessories he wore didn’t change one bit, still sparkling on their own. At this rate you were going to mesmerise every single one of them. Two vertical nipple piercings, two just below his chest, two on his navel which were connected by a chain, three belly button piercings and three rings a fairly large distance under his armpits on each side. He also had more, like two on his hips or some on his arms, but you weren’t entirely sure about it. Nevertheless you liked his piercings for many reasons.

This time you were better prepared for his sudden visit, so you had a whole bag full of stuff you wanted to try with him. The first one of those toys was a sounding rod, the same one he seemingly loved during Christmas Eve. Your hand made its way downwards and started rubbing against his bulge, gently caressing it until he got hard. Out of reflex he clenched his thighs, causing you to force them open to kept touching him. Small sounds of pleasure could be heard from him as he whimpered under the gag. “Mhm..mhm!” Those were only low grunts, you could see how he tired to keep his composure as long as possible. Next you pulled his pants down, revealing his semi erect dick. He was so eager it made you want to laugh, you didn’t even touch him that much but he still got hard. It was pathetic.

You took the metal rod and pointed the tip towards his slit before slowly inserting it. It hurt so much while you did it, it was unbearably painful. He wanted to move and clench his legs together again but you didn’t allow him, instead you said, “spread them wider, or I might pierce something I should’t.” With such a warning, he had no choice but to open them, reluctantly allowing you to play with him some more. His legs were trembling again as you forced the entire rod inside his urethra, tears started to build in his eyes. That was a bodily reaction to the sting and pain, since the metal wasn’t even wet when you shoved it inside him. “Hmm.. hgnG..” he yelped a little and jerked his hips, trusting forward. There was no helping it, it was so painful… yet why was he so aroused now?

After using that, you reached for another one of your toys, an egg vibrator. You strapped it against his tip, but didn’t turn it on yet. It was still the preparation process. Which is why you put one of the egg vibrator inside a condom, then pulled that over a dildo. This time you did reach for the lube, out of your own comfort, since the things you want to do will be harder without it. Squeezing some of that liquid onto the makeshift dick and pointing the tip against his entrance. The Blondie was on the verge of clenching his thighs together again, it took all his willpower not to. He was fearful of your treatment, however also thrilled. It’s like he loves and hates it, but most importantly he wants you to keep your attention on him. Don’t leave like last time, please don’t leave him alone.

While you were teasing his hole, you glanced at his figure. What he did was unbelievably adorable. How he made himself smaller by rolling into a ball, so helpless and vulnerable it got you acting on your desires. You did cover that toy with lube, but you didn’t prepare him. Instead you pushed and used your strength to force your way in again. “MhmMHH!!” Another scream. “Don’t be so tense, Raphael, it will only hurt more.” You gave him some advice, even though you were sure he knew himself. His chest raised and sunk, his breathing unsteady and eyes unfocused. Those almost emotionless eyes were half lidded and hidden by his bangs. This pulled your attention towards his bandages, especially that eye patch. You were going to rip it from his face one day.

His hands clenched around the rope you used to tie him up, legs wide open like he was some cheap whore and single drops of tears rolling down his face. The halo, which hasn’t been doing much until now, suddenly started to shine as if it was trying to distract you. You didn’t really mind at first, but the more you pushed that toy inside him, the more that ring of pure light shone. When the dildo fully penetrated him, his halo, that divine Symbole, was already illuminating the entire room. No need to say it blinded and annoyed you, leading to you hesitantly reached out to that thing. You touched it with the tip of your finger to make sure it wasn’t dangerous, before gripping it with your whole palm and yanking it off him. That wasn’t exactly hard to do, which kind of surprised you. You had an angels halo in your hand now… and it was still shining, which is why you threw it away.

Raphael’s expression was one of shock. Of course it would be that, no one ever ripped his halo off and he didn’t neither. It didn’t hurt, though it did feel like something disappeared from him, and his body got lighter. Well, all you did was throw it into another corner, so he can probably just pick it up later…right? Somehow, he was starting to get an unwell feeling about this, he was skeptical. He wanted to tell you how he felt about what you did or were doing, despite his wants he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring it over himself to tell you no. Besides this is nothing, he can bear it, all he had to do was to focus on you and pleasing you, then you’ll also keep your gaze on him. An eye for an eye right?

Everything was done now, your preparations were complete. You turned the vibrators on, directly skipping to the middle level. The eggs started to move and were rubbing against him. Even though he expected it made his shoulders jerk and dick twitch, it was still so sudden. One was placed on his tip and another deep inside him. “Hu-hmm…mhm.” Raphael panted. How amazing it felt at first, but the sensations and blood rush was becoming too much for him to handle. All you did was observe him for a few moments, then giving the relentless toys assaulting him a helping hand. Trusting the dildo in and out of him, other hand tugging at his piercings, mouth kissing his neck and eventually biting down. “NGhHnn… m-mhm..!” He sobbed a little when he felt your teeth sink into his skin. You bit hard enough to draw blood, and when you pulled back you were able to see the blood flowing down his shoulder to his collarbones and chest. The red fluid was giving a nice contrast to his smooth and pale skin, as if you were drawing on a white canvas. This was starting to stir something within you, out of impulse you used your finger to wipe the blood, then licking it clean with your tongue.

You bit him again and again, the area around his nipples, his other shoulder, his torso or abdomen. When you were done leaving bite or smooch marks on his upper body, you started kissing every of his wounds. Like his piercings or the ones you left on him. The vibe changed drastically, it felt soft and gentle in contrast to what you were doing earlier, making his heart pound faster. “Hmm…” a low content groan left him. What you did felt like it was forbidden to him, it felt like something two lovers would do. How he yearned for that, for any kind of love and touch this depraved man could get. At the same time he was so ashamed of his actions, how could- dare he enjoy the touch of someone who isn’t god? How could he even think about being in a relationship with anyone but god?

The vibrations were adding up with each other, especially the one on his tip. It was starting to hurt because of how sensitive he was. “Uhh..hu-ugh..” Once again he repressed his own feelings in order to keep you here with him. This however resulted in some squirming and trashing around to balance the pain. He rolled from one side to the other, irritating you a little. “Raphael, hold still.” You commanded, but he couldn’t listen, it’s like his body doesn’t want to follow him anymore. “MhHmm..! HmMm..” “Raphael.” You repeated his name, nothing happened. A silent minute passed, with his whines being the only thing that filled the room. Why was he acting up suddenly? Even though you tried to calm him down, he continued kicking around like he was riding the bike. Then you slapped him.

A loud sound erupted in the mists of complete silence, his face turned to the left side and an imprint of your hand started to show on his cheeks. “Uhh..!” He could still feel the sting of the moment you hit him, the aftermath also lingering for a few extra seconds. Eyes widened once again, a speechless expression featured on his face as he glanced at you. Another slap, this time his face turned to the right side. You haven’t uttered a single word yet, but you let out a deep breath. A few moments of silence again, now his eyes were completely hidden by his bangs, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at. What a coward, hiding his gaze like that, it was staring to get on your wrong side.

You punched his stomach, making the angel gag. It didn’t hurt that much, aside from the fact he felt like the food he ate was being forced out of him. For you though, it didn’t quench your anger, instead you were more annoyed now because the piercings he owned were in your way. You grabbed the chain and yanked on it hard, he yelled which was muffled by the gag again. “MhmmM!” You pulled on it again, now blood was dripping from where he pierced them. He moved his body, trying to escape before he froze on the spot. As if a hidden force was hindering him from just running away. And you tugged at it a third time, this time you managed to pull the entire chain off, running his piercing. “GaHHhh!! MHmMM!!” It hurt, it hurt so much and yet he still weren’t able to get on his feet. Was this some kind of trial god gave him?!?

A bit of his skin was stuck to the accessory, with that being said it got ripped off too. He was bleeding from his navel now, and that wasn’t exactly a small amount. It spilled down from all sides, turning his body and the bed red. “Uh-UhmM..!” A shudder ran down his spine at the sight of it, he was always covered in blood but never his own. His eye brows furrowed and pupils quivered, a small blush spread across his face. This was new, and arousing to some degree. It made him forget about the pain completely.

You took a look at the chain and threw it away, it looked disgusting all covered in blood and skin pieces. Also since the bed was red now you didn’t want to sit on it, instead standing up and stepping on his belly. “Huh, you are bleeding a lot more than I thought. It’s my first time I hurt someone to this degree.” Were you truly human? You said it’s your first time, but you looked so used to seeing blood, you didn’t even get nauseous from the look of it. He didn’t know what to do, all that happened was a deep blush forming on his cheeks, tears flowing down his face and blood storming through his new wounds.

You used more force to step on him, digging your shoe into his skin. The dirt which collected itself under your soles were now smeared onto his once beautiful skin. The imprint of your shoe looked nice on his helpless figure, just like the other marks you left on him. Then you started to raise your foot and stomp on him, enough for him to get the urge to vomit. “Ugh- ga-hghn…!” But the gag is in the way, if this continues he will just chock on his own vomit. He clenched his eyes, focusing on forcing it down. Of course that didn’t go unnoticed, you didn’t give him permission to close his eyes now did you? This led to you kicking the side of his head fairly gently, before stepping on his cheek. “Don’t pass out, I’m not done yet. The fun just began.” You smirked at him while you said that. A unsettling one at that, you could basically see the bad intention in it. Your expression just screamed ‘sadist’.

Finally you took the ball gag off him, he gasped and panted loudly. It didn’t take long for him to start chocking again due to you stomping on his stomach repeatedly. More tears spilled from him, his body wasn’t reacting well to your treatment. Why, was it because you were a human? He yanked on his binds, wanted to use his hand to cover his mouth. It was of no use, he was worn out now after such a long session. He couldn’t hold it back anymore and threw up all over himself. His entire figure was pulsating, lips quivering as he sobbed, then another round. This time it wasn’t just vomit but also blood. “Ah- urghh.. gahhh..” This was a huge burden on his body, making him nauseous and dizzy.

Your heart was beating fast, you wondered if sitri has located you yet with such a loud heartbeat. His pathetic face and posture was surprisingly beautiful, it felt so good watching him crumble underneath your feet. Rendering him powerless and dependent on your mercy felt great… how good would it feel if this was Gabriel instead who was suffering? The one responsible for your misery, to see him completely destroyed just like this. It sounded too delicious, so good you couldn’t keep a clear head anymore. You couldn’t help yourself! It’s his fault that he is an angel, it’s his fault he is of the same breed as Gabriel! You kicked him and kicked him again, bruising his body all while smiling with a content face. Swellings and dark spots were forming on that once flawless body. The more your view got blurred by red, the more you couldn’t separate him from your hatred. Oh well, you never claimed you were innocent anyway.

The beatings continued for some minutes, paired with random insults you wanted to throw at Gabriel. Looks like your anger got to your head. “Fucking whore, you think you are so much better than everyone else? You damn disgrace to your own race. God disappeared because of useless insects like you..!” Another kick, then you stomped on his chest, “fuck, I hate you Gabriel I hate you. It’s all your fault I’m like this, damn it.”

After calming down from your sudden outburst, you panted heavily. Now this was what you needed, a punching bag to vent your anger to. Your eyes fixated on him and only him, anything else didn’t matter anymore. Maybe you’ll get a complaint from the owner, but what are they gonna do, you were way more important than them.

Even though the ball gag wasn’t there anymore the angel beneath you didn’t scream a single time, the vibrators also weren’t turned off. All he did was gasp or whine while crying quietly. “Hic… hah..ha-haaa…” He didn’t cry due to the pain and torture, it was something else not even he understood. He smiled as he cried, watching you being so fixated on him you almost forgot to breath. His body looked like a war, or as if he tripped over paint with how many blue, purple or brown spots were spread on his skin. Not to mention all that red, even the tips of his once blond hair were dyed crimson now. The overwhelming smell of blood was filling your nostrils. Normally you weren’t a fan of that, however right now it didn’t bother you.

His wrists has bruises from the binds, his legs still twitched once in a while because of the toys and his stomach looked disturbing. As mentioned beforehand, bruises, bites and blood were present, also his vomit and cum made itself clear. There were other unidentified things mixed up in that toxic venom too, maybe some dirt and sweat. You didn’t care enough to try to figure it out though. It was damn disgusting how everything dripped down his body onto the mattress, and the smell was starting to get overwhelming. Not because of the blood but the other things. Nevertheless it felt good, knowing you’ll be the fall of him.

In the midst of this messy, unorganised situation, you hugged him. Currently unbothered by the fact that all the dirt and filth will get on your clothes too. You finally turned off the vibrators and took the toys out of him, an inaudible moan slipped from his lips as you did that. “Ah-..hng…” his wrists were bound together, but he was still able to move them, so he wrapped his arms around your neck. Raphael was holding onto you so tightly it was addictive. How would he react if you suddenly left like last time? Would he cry out in despair? Ah, that face must be really pretty…

He tried to hug you even tighter, probably using all his strength, despite that fact it felt like nothing. You really wore him out, enough for a seraphim to become this inexcusable disgrace. It must have been the stress building up inside you for the past few months, the stress of dealing with your harsh reality which led you to do such inhuman things to him. Who cares though, you were in hell already you can’t fall even deeper.

How he clung to you so desperately, how he whispered your name with that meek voice of his, it made you want to ruin him more. You cupped his cheeks, and pulled his eyepatch down. His hidden eye was a little bruised, maybe from a fight otherwise nothing special. How you wanted to pluck his eyeballs, they were so pretty after all. Raphael looked up at you with big eyes and shaky breath, as if he was expecting something. You kissed his forehead gently and slowly made your way over to his earlobes, now licking them with your tongue. The angel still had that pink blush covering his face as he enjoyed the first fluff moment he received since his creation, shuddering a tiny bit whenever you touched or caressed him. Then you whispered:

“you are so miserable it’s funny.” He didn’t have the strength to really answer you, so he just turned his head towards you. The confusion in his eyes were really noticeable. “Angels are so delusional and depraved, I have to hold back my laughter.” After saying that, you chuckled into his ear, “you’re such a crude and vulgar being, at this point I don’t even think you qualify as an angel. If there anything about you that says ‘graceful’ and ‘divine’? I think not judging by the state you are in.” You made sure to take little break between each sentence, so that he had time registering what you said. In the meantime you’d blow hot air against his ears. “Not even god wants you, you are a mistake, a flaw that shouldn’t exist.” He tensed up after hearing all that, shoulders now raised to his ears. You were clearly degrading him and making fun of him, so why was he so dazzled by your voice? As if you were hypnotising him, is there anything he could do in this situation?

“Don’t even try to hide it, you are unwanted. Isn’t it such an honour that I’m still willing to spend my precious time with you?” You said, still grinning from ear to ear. Then you used your fingers to force his eye open, whispering agin, “Hey, Raphael, you don’t deserve happiness. Please be unhappy a lot, so that I can be happy.”

“…what?” He seemed a bit confused, clearly finding it hard to come to terms with what you said. How could he anyway? He really didn’t want to believe your words, yet they sounded like a prayer, like a prophesy that was deciding over his fate. “You are all alone with no one to depend on. You are disposable and worthless. I’m the only one you have.” It felt like needled were poking at his heart, no, they were stabbing it. His head was empty, only the words you uttered were ringing in his ears. “Why don’t you come down to hell, heaven is too good for you. You don’t deserve that, just like how you don’t deserve your position.” Your voice was calm the entire time, though it somewhat drifted into being exited. Raphael thought about it and asked in a weak voice, “what is it you want me to do…?” “Your wings, I want them. Show me your wings.”

“…” silence. He didn’t hear anything. Then a beeping noise rang in his ears, unwilling to leave him alone. “Ah, ah.. ugh- ah, hah..haha…” he laughed. His body shook as he did. All he thought was, ‘god, what should I do?’ A wave of nausea washed over him, as if his brain was being cooked. “That’s sick, you know the wings are an angels pride? It’s a gift from our beloved god!” “Exactly, you don’t really deserve that now do you?” Ah… does he really have to answer that question? You knew the answer to it anyway. His heartbeat went faster, the urge to puke came back and he felt sick. He felt horrible, downright awful. It was becoming unbearable, that empty void he tried so hard to escape from, that he desperately tried to fill was eating him alive from the inside. He was so deep in thought so that saliva was running down his chin again, adding onto the turmoil.

You hugged him tighter, whispering in a low voice again, “poor thing, such a pitiful thing you are. It’s better to be at rock bottom than fighting for something you’ll never have. Even if god comes back he wouldn’t look at you, you are way too insignificant.” You caressed his cheeks again, showing him a comforting smile which hid your internal motives. “Shut up..” he trembled, “shut up, shut up, please, shut up… stop, stop it- please, stop, stop, stop it…!” He clawed at your shirt, making himself even smaller and curling into a ball.

It was too much. He doesn’t want this anymore. The best would be if he couldn’t feel and think, if he didn’t need to do anything. All he wanted now was to live comfortably, and the only comfort he could find was arching in pain by your hands, while being comforted by the same ones. You were filling that void inside him with poison, and he’d gladly eat every last drop.

Slowly he spread his wings, two pure white things appeared from his back and white feathers started flying around the room. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, something he was never done with anyone before. Hah, he has never even hugged anyone until now. You reached for his wings, rubbing the base and wrapping your hand around his wing bones, the other one was stroking his hair. How did Michael rip those off so easily? Doesn’t matter, you don’t have to make it pretty. While Raphael clung to you like his life depended on it, you brushed your fingertips over his soft feathers. They really are too good for him, maybe you’ll try and get a clean cut to gift them to andrealphus. He’d love them.

Suddenly something snapped, you could feel it due to the shift of strength. He bit down on your shoulder even more, enough to leave a mark on you too. The most of his voice got muffled by your shoulder. His on the other hand convulsed and trembled. Ah.. it hurts, it hurts.. but it’s worth it, it’s worth it, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Easier than expected.” You muttered under your breath. It was impossible to pull the entire wing and bones off, which is why you had to break the bones. Raphael was still clenching his teeth and bearing the pain while you started to work on the second one. At this point your hands were completely red, the feathers were also tainted red. More blood stormed out from the newly opened wound, it made everything even more chaotic and bloody than it already was. His shirt, which you cut open earlier, was also no longer white. He was covered in red from head to toes.

The second time went a bit better than the first, because now you had ‘experience’. It was fun. The sound of bone shattering and breaking, the feeling of flesh tearing from under your palms and seeing how much you could do with your own hands. A soft and gentle smile made itself apparent across your face. Raphael screamed in agony, crying, shaking and smiling as he did. He doesn’t even know why he is smiling. Has he finally lost his mind? It’s not a bad feeling, but it is confusing. Haha.

Now that you took everything from him he looked no different than a normal human. Or rather like a hurt animal depending on you. At the rate he was bleeding, he was going to bleed out, yet all you two did was hug each other for different reasons. Somehow both of you didn’t care, you only assured him with, ‘I’ll take you to lucifer’s hospital after this,’ as you kept fumbling with his now red hair. It’s the first time you ever got to enjoy yourself like this, you weren’t going to ever let him go now. Who knows, next time it might be Gabriel whose wings you are holding in your palms. After all, it’s not enough to just keep the bird in a cage, you need to break its wings and keep it shackled, only then it will truly belong to you.

#sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #whb #what in hell is bad #rara whb #whb raphael #sub raphael #sub whb

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noodlefluid · 2 years

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Rottmnt headcanons about the bois in a relationship

I somehow got really into "rottmnt x reader" and now I can't stop thinking about it, it's slowly consuming my whole life at this point/hj

Btw, english isn't my first language so if I make any grammar mistake let me know

S/O stand for "Significant other", I would be using singular they/them pronouns and third person

Tw: a few curses, besides that is just fluff and fluffy angst, probably OOC

Raphael

He loves being kiss and also knows how to convinced his S/O to giving him smoochies

His main love languages are act of service and quality time, he really likes when he's being helpful, but sometimes overdo it (this may or may have not been a trigger for a discussion)

He loves being little spoon, but he is concious of his size an that iss almost imposible, so most of the time he is the big spoon (if S/O is taller god save their soul cause their gonna have this big boi on top 24/7 /nsx)

Because of his body type and the spikes on his body he's really insecure and afraid of hurting his S/O, so even if he really need hugs, he contain himself as much as posible, he treat them as if they were made of glass

Has a "love stink"

He has a hard time telling his S/O about his weakness cause he wants to be their heroe, and the person they rely on the most

He breaks easily tho, his S/O ask if he's fine and you have a 6 foot turtle crying at their lap for at least an hour, telling how much he loves them and asking how such an amazing person is dating such a useless turtle like him, that he doesn't deserve them yada yada yada (we lub u Raphie, don't talk like that bout urself)

Loves when his S/O is spending time with his brothers, it make him feel like they're e part of his family already, sometimes refers to S/O as sibling-in-law, without noticing "Don't be disrespectful toward your sibling-in-law, Leo!, they could take your joke the wrong way" When he realized what he says his face basicaly match his bandana and hide for the next 2 hours because of the embarassment, Leo obviously tease him and start calling S/O sibling-in-law from that day on

Leo

A completely messy dumbass when it comes to his S/O, his brothers hates you (/pos) cause it's the only thing Leo is talking all day

Smile like an idiot when he sees a text of his S/O, and usually takes a few minutes for him to respond cause he just so excited, he's jumping and giggling to himself (Donnie says he's cringe, Leo says he's bitchless)

His main love language are memes, funny images go brr lmao. Absolutely would tag you on cat posts with an "us"

His second main Love language is words of affirmation, he really like the feeling of making someone feel good just by talking cause he know how it is to not have those words sometimes

Very flirtatious, chessy lines and a lot of dumb compliments, but oh man don't flirt back cause this boy's gonna melt and stop working for the next 5 minutes

He has a "S/O is amazing and this is why" time, when Leo tell everything that is perfect about his S/O, no one know what could trigger it so they're walking on eggshells everytime something slightly remind him of his S/O, he could be having breakfast and just start talking "Oh you're drinking coffee? My S/O love this brand of coffee. Hey have you tasted S/O coffee? They make the most tastiest and amazing ones in the word, and oh! the other they..." and this easily can go for hours until someone beg him to stop

He scroll over every single astrology post with his and his S/O signs in it, would send them to his S/O and talk about how perfect they are, if their sign isn't compatible with his, he would cry and then proceed to automaticaly say that astrology is the dumbest thing in the whole world

Donnie

Even if he usually hates being touchy, he would probably be the total opossite with his s/o, just in alone time tho, he would never let his brothers see him like that weak. This doesn't mean his S/O can touch him whenever he want but he is more recilliant to accept them

He doesn't know how to ask for affection, so he would just akwardly stand around his S/O until they notice him, and hopefully understand what he want

Lots of gifts, his main love language are gifts, it could be small, it could be something big, but gifts is a must for Donnie, even if some of them are a complete failure

His second most prominent love language is quality time, wich translate to "We are sharing a room", He and his S/O aren't even talking or touching, S/O maybe hasn't even notice Donnie's there, but they are spending quality time with eachother

Another way of saying "I love you" is talking about the proyect he's working on, or his last hiperfixation, telling fun facts about the think his S/O likes, you like cats? "Did you know that cats came from egypt? And did you know their purr can decrease anxiety levels" S/O likes Astronomy? "Fun fact: Nasa kinda 'email' tools to astronauts because of 3D printers, really useful don't ya think?" He likes to share their interests and know more about them

He's incredibly observant and attentive towards his S/O, he may struggle with emotions but can tell right away when his S/O isn't feeling good

He have a list of everything his S/O like in alphabetical orden and separated by categories

Most likely develop stims that involved touching his S/O, it could be just a little poke or maybe bite them, he often doesn't realize

Mikey

A lots of cuddles, he doesn't care if his brother are there or not, if his S/O is there he is gonna be glued to them giving them hugs and kisses until they have to go

He make a whole 'reasons why you shouldn't go and instead cuddle with me' presentation to his S/O everytime they have to go

Surprise hugs, their first mistake was being distract, the hug monster Mikey is in a hunt

His love language is physical touch, it doesn't matter if it's a hug or playing with their hair, he has to touch their S/O in someway

If S/O doesn't like being touch, he would always ask for permission everytime he want a hug or just lay in them and try to chill a little by hugging a pillow instead or maybe one of his brothers if they are near

His second love language are gifts, specially drawings, he like to draw his S/O in that amazing outfit they wore the other day, or maybe a little scene of his last date with S/O, then he give it to them

He also loves cooking for his S/O, he thinks that the kitchen is a place where you put all your heart and love for your loved ones. He feel the most happy when he has the opportunity to cook with his S/O

He sometimes goes crazy with the compliments, his S/O can be doing the bare minimun and Mikey would start to shower them in compliment about how amazing they are and how talented they are in the thing they are doing (even if it's just...breath), he sometimes gets his brothers involve "Raph, RAPH! Don't you think S/O is the most amazing person in the word? Look at them, they're so pretty and awesome and and..." Raph was forced to give every compliment he could think of to Mikey's S/O for the next 10 minutes

Usually makes something special every ocassion he's giving, my boy is making made up holydays as an excuse to hang put with his S/O, they now have to celebrate "gravity invention day", it exist now

Go and drink some water bitch, you have being scrolling for way to long

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fun-k-board · 1 year

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TMNT 2012 with an AFAB s/o on their period

Note(s): I wrote this with a ftm Reader in mind, but there are no gendered pronouns or gendered titles used.

Characters included: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michealangelo, April O'Neil, Casey Jones.

Leonardo

Listen, as much of a leader and confident guy you may believe he is, he is still a mutant turtle who does not get periods and only knows because it was mentioned in a show once and he wanted to know more. He will not understand, beside the basics of 'bleeding down there, intense hormones, and sometimes unbearable pain depending on who you ask.'

If you're someone who goes through a lot of physical pain expect an overbearing mother figure now in your life, he will literally be there with all the advice he can find that'll help.

With the limited resources in the lair and the fact he can't exactly go shopping himself, he'll ask April or Casey to buy period products or pain relief tablets for you if you complain. Even if he's awkward and shy about asking, he doesn't want to burden you by making you wait for a reply over text or have to get up, the fact it helps you makes it worth it.

Soup is also good, he knows how to make traditional teas and soups for you, with great difficulty, and help from Splinter, that will lessen your stomach cramps. Though if you get cravings he may be a little less helpful, it's hard to get ingredients when you live in the sewers and are hated by most of the world.

If you like company he would stay off patrols once or twice, but he's fairly strict about his schedule and won't go too far off it, even if he wants to help you.

If you don't get much pain, he's still by you in his free time and asking questions, you're literally bleeding he's never going to stop worrying.

Whenever you talk to him he basically soaks in the words like a sponge and uses it to help you, a one off 'yeah, this food helps.' and he's on his knees begging for April to buy some.

Raphael

Raphael... I love him, but he needs help when it comes to this. I imagine most of the other turtles at least know the basics, Michaelangelo is the worst but he still knows what a period is, but Raph just never really cared enough to learn.

He knows that a period happens... But that's about it. So, if you're in intense or even a small amount of pain and or wake up with blood around you, he's freaking the hell out, he thinks you've been stabbed or something or maybe he accidentally hurt you with his sais as you slept.

If you explain he's sort of like 'yeah whatever, how do we stop it from hurting you?' and then he never leaves your side.

You run out of products? Step out the way Casey and April, he's sneaking in the shop and thieving- I mean, he's putting on a trenchcoat and hat to hide his turtleness, and buying the products like a good mutant ninja turtle should. But seriously, he doesn't trust the two to buy the right ones, he gets the exact brand right somehow, even if you never tell him what one you want.

He pushes the exercise side of it, even if it doesn't help much, exercise is something that helps him so when he hears it can help he doesn't research further. It takes you explaining that it not only depends on the person but the exercise for him to pout and let you lead.

Donatello

He'd probably panic for a while but then tries to look through a science lense, like, oh! You need to level your blood sugars in this week, these excersises will help you but these won't, make sure to keep your stomach warm so you can lessen the contractions and pain.

Gets a bit sad if you're the type to be more distant and want alone time on your period, especially if you don't like loud noises. Donatello usually has you watching him while he works on his science stuff, so when you aren't it's a demotivator.

Ends up completely abandoning his work just to follow you around like a sad puppy, tending to your every need or waiting outside your room for a text from you if you need something.

If you want him around he's a lot more easy going, if you don't mind sitting in the lab with him while he works then he's all for it, of course he's checking on you every once and a while, and will talk when he wants to, but it comes from him wanting to help you.

If you have health issues caused by your period or your period is made worse by your health issues he's helping you a lot, he knows a lot about human anatomy and how to help ease pain, especially since April and Casey started hanging out with the Turtles more often.

He has a whole section of a diary dedicated to you, and that includes your period, when you're due, what food you've told him helps you, what foods you've said make it worse, what pain you usually describe as, etc, etc.

Michealangelo

Michaelangelo is 100% the type of guy who just goes along with what you want because he wants to help, he probably knows that you bleed, you get mood swings, and you're in pain. And that's all he needs to know.

He's watching you for your entire cycle and just PRAYING nothing bad will happen, gives you all the food you want, no matter how unusual. This can sometimes make it worse, because cravings aren't always foods that will help you, and he feels really really bad if that happens.

He tries to hold himself back on just giving you whatever you want, but when you look up he just folds and starts treating you like royalty.

He can't make a lot of normal foods, he can make pizzas and maybe a decent sandwich, but besides that he's a bit useless, so he tends to buy you microwaved dinners. Unless you don't like them. And then he's just lost.

Mikey asks Donatello to help on the more science level, like no, chocolate will not help, that's a dumb myth, it will only make your sugar levels higher and increase pain, plus blood flow, and nobody wants that.

Cue Mikey closing the oven to hide his chocolate pizza he was making for you.

When buying or storing products, he tends to sort of forget how expensive they are, he'll go in with only a couple of dollars and fall to the floor in utter shock upon realising that is not nearly enough.

But he may or may not steal a few, he saves the city, he gets no money from it, this is completely justified in my opinion.

It's not like he tells anybody anyway.

April O'Neil

She understands so much, whatever you need she'll get for you within minutes.

If your cycles match up April and you will have days where you just sit down and cuddle together, usually at her apartment or in the lair.

She's most likely the one who goes shopping for stuff since she's usually shopping for the turtles as well, though you can come along or even do it yourself if hers is painful and yours is bearable enough to go and vice versa.

If you don't get much pain or mood swings, she makes a few jokes on how she wishes she was you, but if you ask her to stop she will.

Understands the pain that might come mentally, if yours is really bad during the month she even ignores the Turtles to help you out. Unless you want to be left alone in which case she can do that as well, but she will text you every few hours, this is probably happening with or without your period given how dangerous being friends with her is.

If you have intense pain, she's extremely worried for you and will try to help in any way she can, especially if you have other issues that impact your period and or your period causes you other issues.

Casey Jones

Once he gets it Casey doesn't care for the exact details, all he needs to know is when he needs to be involved. Then he's actually really helpful

Usually gets too embarrassed to buy pads for you so he asks April to do it for him, if she refuses he awkwardly makes his way over and will be red the entire time he buys them.

He will begrudgingly be mushy if it means you'll feel better, but also reluctantly leaves you alone if you prefer being alone, he's complicated when it comes to you.

Tends to try to make you laugh or smile if you get sad, but fails to realise that the flood gates of hell spill over with unholy blood whenever you do laugh too hard.

If you're someone with less blood and or pain he'll be asking once every few hours if you're okay, every month is the same, he never learns that you're going to be fine, or that you don't experience too much pain, but it shows he cares.

If you have intense pain he's next to you always helping and at your beck and call, he's fine with skipping out on time with April or the turtles because he doesn't want you in pain.

This has been in my drafts for a little over a year, I've only just got the strength to finish it (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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hi! would you do tav rescuing raphael from cania after the events of the HoH?

Sure thing friend! I took a whack at this one!

Thanks for the ask!

To a devil, death is simply oblivion. Raphael knew this. He knew if he died it would be over, there would be no paradise for him. Nothing. He would just be gone.

When she killed him, drove her blade into him, the look in her eyes was laced with pity. She knew what she was doing to him. And she did it anyway. He had been good to her, kind to her, wanted her. And this was how she answered him.

The House of Hope disappeared from his eyes. And the next time he opened them he was staring at a floor soaked in blood then frozen over time and time again. So his father had taken what remained of him, was anything really left? Most certainly to end him for a final time. Pain in every part of his body. His arms and legs were bound, suspended in the air. His father apparently couldn't even be bothered to kill him quickly, just leaving him in a cell to be dealt with when it was convenient. Raphael shut his eyes again, and doubted if he would ever open them again.

There was no afterlife for a devil. But he could be convinced of that the next he opened his eyes. Because the sight before him was most certainly not real. It could not have been. His murderer stood before him.

She looked a little different than when he had last seen her, her visage had been burned into his eyes.

“Raphael?” she asked.

A groan of pain escaped his lips. How long had he been there? He couldn't feel any of his limbs anymore.

“Oh good, you are alive.” She walked around behind him. “I doubt we have a lot of time.”

There was a sound of clicking metal.

How was she there? A mortal in Mephistopheles’s prison? Unheard of. But she was no mere mortal. She was the one who had killed him? Why was she here? To deny his father the pleasure of ending him himself? If that was the case, he almost had to thank her.

More metal clicked and all the tension holding him in place was released. He fell onto the frozen floor with a thud.

“What…” his voice was barely there, no longer smooth and charming. He tried to lift himself up but he had no strength to do it. “What…are you doing…”

He wanted to speak more but found he couldn't.

She came around to face him.

“Rescuing you, what do you think I'm doing?”

“...why?” he rasped. “You- you murdered me, you insolent whelp.”

“Most murdered people don't talk as much as you.” Her eyes, the eyes that were burned into him like a brand, were the only source of warmth. How dare she look at him like that. So…lovingly. She was the reason he was like this! The reason he was brought so low.

Still, her warm hand caressed his cheek.

“The Absolute is dead, the crown is gone, and I am here to fix my greatest regret.”

“Regret?” Regret not making sure to take his head with her when she laid his home to ruin?

She lifted his face. His eyes could barely stay open but he looked at her. What choice did he have?

Her eyes were glassy as the ice beneath them.

“I'm sorry.”

Raphael was no longer convinced that devils were denied an afterlife. Because her voice, those words, that was what he imagined the seven heavens were like.

“And what—” he coughed, choking on his own blood. “—What do you intend to do about it? You destroyed me.”

She smiled. “I intend to rebuild you.”

#baldur’s gate 3 #raphael #raphael x tav #tav #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #fan fiction #my writing #thanks for the ask!#my posts

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oozedninjas · 1 year

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2007 TMNT GROWN UPS HC

Because they have a life outside of crimefighting, you know?

sfw

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DONNIE

He got into college, got a degree in systems engineering and works from home as a programmer for an important corporation.

Uses an IA to generate a human-Like appearance for work meetings.

He’s the one with the highest income and the most uninterested in money. Donnie supports his family a lot in that sense.

After Leo, Donnie is the one who takes good care of Master Splinter, who fortunately never falls sick, but they worry nonetheless.

Donnie spends almost all he makes on his lab, and what he’s left he invests it on their home, which means: new, much more comfortable furniture, a new security system to protect the lair, escape routes in case of needing to, he made sure each of them had a comfortable space to sleep.

RAPHAEL

When learnt how to take care of his bike when working as the night watcher, so I picture him making money as a mechanic.

When he’s not fighting crime at night, Raph tends a mechanical workshop he build in association with Casey. It’s located in an abandoned garage near the lair.

Generally, Casey makes the deals, brings the clients, and delivers the vehicles back to them once they’re done, while Raph does the mechanics and fixes everything.

The place is a nice distraction and thanks to the marvelous work they make, it’s a nice business.

MIKEY

I think he would most likely be a TikTok celebrity.

It all started with couple of videos that he published by mistake and went viral.

He constructed his personal brand around body painting, animal-care, and skateboarding.

Mikey’s a hit, seriously like he would get nice brand colabs and receive a bunch of free stuff for him to test and provide online opinions.

Master splinter wasn’t happy about it, but given that everyone thought it was a costume, he allowed it.

Donnie was commanded with the task of making an IA human-like appearance for Mikey, tho, just to be sure.

LEO

The turtle team still exists, fewer times now than before, cause life changes and they don’t have as much time on their hands now as they did when they were younger. Yet, Leo can’t help but feel lonely at times.

Training at the dojo and glimpsing back to see the Lab’s lights on and meet the silence of the house without Mikey and Raph.

Master Splinter’s no. 1 caretaker.

I think that as all his brothers progressively grew older, Leo started to note his only purpose until now had been his brothers: standing as a leader for them, protecting them, taking care of them, and being responsible for them.

What does he truly enjoy? Leo starts to wonder.

And this is Leo's best age to discover what he's into and show a wilder side of himself. He feels complete.

He loves exploring new things!

Leo became a teacher after settling down. He teaches Japanese history and martial arts online.

Donnie helped him develop an app, and everything's going alright.

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #tmnt hc #leonardo hamato #rapahel hamato #michelangelo hamato #donatello hamato #leo #raph #donnie #mikey #mutant turtles

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noelle-v · 1 month

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ABH Theory

Ok, this might be the craziest theory I've come up with (largely a product of my recent sleepless nights lol), but I think that if it turns out to be true, it would be quite interesting to see.

One of the things that has caught my attention the most in this story is that we have yet to see the symbol of the Beast (or at least, not that I remember), nor has there been a description that could give us an idea of what this symbol looks like. This leads me to think that perhaps there's more to it, or at least an important reason why we haven't seen it yet.

The question is, what is that reason? If we already know the reason why the victims were targeted and the connection between them, then why keep the symbol hidden? It's clear that this symbol is not just a simple signature.

Amid my exhausting search for answers to the questions that haunt me at night, I had a crazy idea: what if the "gift" Raphael has inside his chest is the symbol of the Beast? Yes, I know this sounds far-fetched, but hear me out, I'll give you some reasons why this nonsense might be at least… plausible.

One of the things we've learned in the last two updates is that the members of the cult consider being sacrificed, and subsequently branded, an honor. Both Arthur and Moore let us know that they do not see this as a punishment, but rather as an honor for which Audrey should be grateful, just like the other victims.

Therefore, it wouldn't be so strange if receiving this "honor" is also considered a "gift," and the envious attitude with which Moore tells Audrey that she has no merit to receive this "honor" other than her father's sinful blood confirms to me that this mark signifies a reward for them. At the same time, since all symbols in rituals always hold important meaning for those who perform them, it could be considered that this mark is also a "message."

Following that idea, this could also explain Raphael's abilities, as he tells us, his abilities are limited to the Beast's influence, and more specifically, to its victims. It could be that this mark allows him to sense other potential victims (only the victims and not the cult members), as it is likely that the mark allows him in some way to connect with these people and see their near futures.

Raphael's father could have chosen to place this "gift" in him to gain some advantage against the Beast, opposing this evil being and reducing the number of victims sacrificed in its name. And this advantage could also be a sacrifice, as we know Raphael's heart bleeds because of this gift, but unlike the other victims, he has not bled to death yet due to his divine powers. However, we know from his tremors and paleness that this bleeding affects him physically, and Raphael, knowing the importance of his mission, is aware that he doesn't have much time left and that the gift will kill him.

So, if Raphael has this mark, the Beast might consider him an offering just like the other victims, which could also explain why the Beast says that "he’s mine," and that his heart is already occupied, as well as why this entity is eagerly looking for him.

In episode 1 of season 2, we learn more about Raphael's father, as on more than one occasion he is described as a cruel being who uses his children as his spineless pawns. Curiously, the Beast says that his cruel actions toward Raphael are "worthy of admiration." These negative traits of Raphael's father might have allowed him to mark Raphael, considering his cruelty to others as a sin.

In the same episode, we learn that Mikael, David, and Cassiel have blood on their hands, however, the same is not said of Raphael. And if we consider that the victims, unlike their parents, were good people, without vices, and who only did good deeds, just like Raphael, then the reason why he was chosen and has to die while his brothers don’t, is precisely because of his pure heart.

In any case, this theory is very far-fetched, but I must say it would be incredibly interesting if it turns out to be true. And whether Raphael's father (aka God) placed the symbol on his chest or something else, we know for sure that it is slowly killing our sweet angel. I'm already looking forward to finding out what will happen with this wonderful character and all the mysteries he holds! So, thank you so much for reading this crazy theory ❤️ It was long, I know lol

#rc spoilers #rc abh #romance club #rc audrey #romance club game #astrea's broken heart #rc raphael #rc mikael #rc cassiel

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unreadpoppy · 9 months

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down by the river - Chapter 7

Raphael x Warlock!Tav

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Warning: Torture (breaking of bones and branding).

A/N: Not the greatest chapter ever but I needed to get this over with already.

Chapter 6

The dungeon was small, cold and there was no way of getting out of it without magic. There were no windows, the only door was part of the stone wall, only opened by the Master’s command.

Tav was frightened. She tried calling for help, and it only resulted in a sore throat. She tried finding a way to escape, but it ended up bruising her fingers. Her clothes were wet and she trembled. Tav brought her knees close, closed her eyes and hummed a song, trying to calm herself. Maybe, if she closed her eyes hard enough, it would all turn out to be a terrible nightmare.

When she woke again, to the sound of stone moving, she was still there, and that dungeon would end up becoming Tav’s “home” for the years to come.

She would only be allowed out for a few hours everyday, and when she did, it was to service her Master.

He was a tall, aging man, who wore long red robes and was letting his beard grow. He extended a hand towards her. “Come. You must be hungry.”

Almost as if on cue, her stomach rumbled. She only looked at his hand, not trusting him. He huffed. “Fine. Do it the hard way.”

He roughly grabbed her arm and raised her up. She tried to scream but with a flick of his wrist, her voice was gone. “Soon you’ll learn your place,” he said. “For now, this will have to do.”

The man dragged her around what seemed to be a tower, filled with long and confusing halls. He shoved her into a room. “Now. You will be a good little girl and you will sit on that chair and drink the tea I serve you.” He pointed towards a green chair beside a large table. Tav gulped, nodded and did as she was told.

He seemed pleased. The man sat on the chair across the table and gave her a teacup, quickly filling it. She brought it close to her lips and gave a small sip.

“I understand you might still be weary because of yesterday but trust me. This tea will make you feel better.” Tav didn’t trust him but there didn’t seem much that she could do and so, she drank everything.

As she did, he spoke. “I know you must have a plethora of questions, and they will be answered in due time. For now, there are a few things you must know.” He cleared his voice as Tav finished her drink. “You will remain in your cell for as long as I want you to be there. You will obey my every command and you will refer to me solely as Master. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widened. Did he intend on keeping her here?

He flicked his wrist. “I can see you have a lot of questions. I will allow a few. Speak up.”

“Why me?” Was the first thing she said. “Why bring me here?”

“You have a purpose that will come to fruition in due time. Until then, you will remind here.”

“But-but- you can’t do that to me!” She shouted. “Please, sir, just let me leave and I won’t-”

He raised a hand and stood up. “You will refer to me properly, young lady. And cease your babbling, I do not enjoy it.”

Tav shook her head. “You don’t understand. I have a life, a family, you can’t just take me.” She tried to reason with him. As she kept talking, he began to walk closer to her. “I won’t tell anyone what happened here, you could get someone else but please, sir, just let me go.”

The man grabbed the back of her hair, twisting it. She hissed. “I already warned you once, girl, and you’ll learn that I do not repeat myself.” He once again denied her speech, grabbing her free wrist. “You played that lute so beautifully last night.” The man looked at her fingers. “It will be a shame that you won’t do it again.”

Before she could react, he shoved her down and took a hold of her dominant hand, placing it on the table. A hammer appeared in his hand. She tried to break away from him but he was much stronger.

Without her voice, the only sound heard in the room was of her broken bones.

She fell to the floor, clutching her injured hand. She cried, and if she could make noise, her sobs would have echoed in the halls.

He once again grabbed the back of her hair, making her face him. “Now. If you don’t want the same fate to happen to your other hand, you will address me properly and obey me.” She nodded. “Say it.”

Tav took in a shuddered breath, still overtook by pain. “Y-y-es…M-m-aster.”

“Good. We will go back to your cell so you can think about what you’ve done.”

…

The next few years were a blur to her. She’d go days without seeing the sun, or food and water. Her hand never healed properly and Tav would often cry herself to sleep, grieving the life she used to have.

She barely spoke, the Master rarely allowing it. The few hours she’d be granted outside of her dungeon were to clean his massive library. He always said that when she finished cleaning every book there, he’d let her go before her time. Tav knew it would never happen.

Some days, she’d hear the Master talking to himself, reading inscriptions in an unknown language. He would tell her it would all make sense soon, that she had a greater purpose to fulfill.

The Master always seemed to be working with iron and fire. She once tried to ask about it but all he said was that soon, she would understand.

That night, she awoke strapped to a chair. She didn’t remember how she got there, theorizing that he must have messed with her drink again.

He entered her line of sight, holding a long iron stick that at the end, flattened with some written in that strange language. She noticed how the tip was red hot. Tav tried to shake in her chair but found she couldn’t move even an inch.

“Do not worry, dear. It shall only take a moment.”

Next thing she knew, she had been branded in her collarbone, the smell of burnt flesh in the air. This time, she was allowed to scream until her throat hurt.

“Shh, relax, your purpose is coming soon.” The Master smoothed her hair in a fake attempt at comfort.

Tav closed her eyes and cried.

…

It was funny how dreams work. In the future, whenever Tav dreamt of this moment, she saw herself helpless, always dying by his blade.

The reality had been different.

She was tied to the altar, the blade in her master’s hand shining. Tav panicked. ‘He is going to kill me. He’s going to kill me and no one will remember me.’ Her thoughts raced. ‘I won’t let him do this. I can’t.’

Tav began to struggle in her bonds, shaking, trying to loosen them enough. She took advantage of the Master being too distracted by his own words to see how poor the restraints were.

As the room grew hotter, and Tav began to sweat profusely, her hand free. When the Master raised his blade, ready to strike, saying “I give you this offering!” Tav summoned all her strength to move her body out of the way, the blade embedding itself on the altar. While the Master was distracted, coming out of his trance, she freed herself from her bonds, rolling out of the altar.

“How DARE YOU!” He picked up the blade, menacingly walking towards her. “After all the work I did, I will NOT let you ruin this!”

Tav crawled backwards, trying to get away from him, until a strong smell of sulfur and cherries hit her nose and her back was met with a pair of boots. When she looked up, she saw a devil. The wound in her collarbone ached.

This must be whom the Master was trying to summon, and judging by his face, the devil was not pleased.

“What in the Nine Hells is the meaning of this?!” He roared, his voice filling all the space in the room.

The Master let his blade fall to the ground. “It worked.” He was quick to recompose himself. “You are now tied to me, fiend. You must obey your master.”

The devil began to laugh and after a moment, he spoke again. “You truly believe that this measly attempt at a binding ritual would work?” He asked.

Master gulped. “But I did everything as instructed.” It was the first time she saw the Master become undone. “I was going to sacrifice a tortured soul, I read the incantations, I did the branding. I-”

The devil walked towards him, raising a hand. “Oh but you see, the brand should have been in your flesh, not this girl’s.” He said, and Tav noticed how his long tail wrapped itself around the fallen blade. “Not only that, but your sacrifice is still very much alive.” He grabbed the Master’s neck, now holding the blade. “Since you so desperately want to see a devil, I’ll grant your wish.”

The devil stabbed the Master in the chest, twisting the blade. Blood oozed from him and the man fell to the floor.

…

Raphael turned his attention towards the girl on the floor, who had begun to cry while putting a hand on her chest. He noticed how the fingers were twisted, broken, how her skin clung to her bones and how terribly dirty she looked. That poor excuse of a man had put her through the mud.

He walked towards her. Before Raphael could say anything, she threw herself at his boots. “Please, I’ll do anything, anything you want, if it means I’ll be free!’ She sobbed. Raphael turned around and noticed that the wizard was still breathing. “Please help me and I’ll forever be in your debt.”

Raphael placed a clawed finger underneath her ching, raising her head towards him. “Do you understand what you are asking?”

She nodded, tears rolling down her face. “This man robbed me of my life. You have the means to make me live again.” Her face twisted as she looked at the man on the floor. “All I want is to see the world again, and I will never do that while he lives.” She looked at Raphael again. “Please, save me.”

Under different circumstances, Raphael would have found all of this rather pathetic. After all, he liked it when his prey put more of a fight. But today was different. The wizard had irritated him far too much and this girl had endured enough.

Raphael never considered himself a saviour, but when such a potential, devoted client presented themselves like this, he simply could not refuse. He let go of her and quickly ended the wizard.

Walking back towards the girl, he gently lifted her up, one arm wrapped around one of her shoulders and the other holding her hand, helping her stand on her own feet. She was cold all around, almost as cold as a corpse. Using one of his wings, he covered her, noticing how she sighed at the warmth.

With a snap of his fingers, Raphael opened a portal. “Come. We have much to discuss.” He told her, taking a step forward.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #tav #warlock!tav #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #my writing #tw torture

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cringecannon · 11 months

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ohhhh gortash would be so into branding you.

though maybe he'd find the idea of a tattoo more appealing, because he could draw out the process even longer and make it more painful. same goes for raphael.

Gortash is cruel, but I think he’d save a true brand for only the worst headaches. Biters, fighters, general nuisances. The grand majority of you? Well, a tattoo will get his point across plenty loud. He has you sat on his lap, chin resting on your shoulder. The way he holds you is clearly meant to be comforting, but it makes trying not to squirm even harder. The tattoo artist refuses to talk or look up at you. You’re sure he was paid extra. The needle scratches along your hip and your eyelids flutter closed. If you've gotten a tattoo before, you can tell the artist is incredibly heavy-handed. Outrageously so. You're sure he was paid for that too. If you've never been tattooed before you swear you can feel the needle tearing through your skin, burning and cutting all at once. It takes everything in your power not to move. You're afraid of what Gortash would do if you wasted his money. It feels like forever when the artist finally pulls away. The skin is throbbing, and you start to shake as you will your body to relax. He smiles against your cheek, his fingers skimming just outside the irritated area. Normally you detest his cold rings. Now, they're a blessing. His chest vibrates against your back as he mumbles. How pretty. Look, dear. You do, and you recognize it instantly. It's his signature stamp. The one he leaves at the bottom of every letter and on the side of every crate that shipped out his weapons. You feel sick. You feel like cattle. You feel like his death would no longer be enough to scrub the memory of him off of you. Regardless of whether you're the type to keep a stiff lip or if this revelation would be enough to bring on tears, he ignores you all the same. There. He can sleep easy now knowing if you ever get away again, everyone will know exactly who to bring you home to.

Raphael I think would also be into branding as an extreme punishment, but you’d have to be a favorite pet. One he plans on keeping for a long, long time. A tattoo would be a punishment for those he deems not as worthy. A more permanent reminder of your disobedience. He could snap his fingers, make a tattoo appear instantly. Painlessly. He won't, of course. There's no fun in that. He sits back in his chair, chin rested on his palm as he watches the ink slowly etch itself into the skin below your collarbone. A small mercy is you can squirm and writhe as you like, the ink merely appearing and disappearing as he wishes. It burns like a real needle though, sometimes worse. You don't understand how something incorporeal can go so deep. The moving he doesn't mind, the noises he does. Quiet yourself, mouse. He's trying to focus. When it's finally over he places an ornate mirror in your hand. Ink and blood drip down your skin from the infernal markings. The script is pretty, flowery, but you can't make out what it spells. If you risk asking, he laughs. That's not for you to worry about, pet. Now run along and clean yourself up. He won't have you traipsing around looking like such a mess.

#i want to get a third tattoo soon and im hyping myself up by sexualizing it #i think gortash is mean enough to pay off the artists so he can fuck you during without complaint. and then when it's finished hes like #'oh no it's messed up :) guess we have to do another one' and he drops a bag of gold into the artist's hands and points out a new spot.#im normal #.enver gortash #.raphael #.bg3

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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The Side Crew Get a Puppy for Christmas Headcanons

Solomon

• He’s delighted and amused by your choice “how did you know I was looking for a companion?”

• He thinks the puppy is a little funny looking with its long face but that makes him all the more endearing to him

• Names him King after his own monicker King Solomon the Wise

• Trains the dog not to mess with his potions and doesn’t let him in the room he does experiments in. He takes more breaks from work so the puppy won’t feel alone or bed sad

• Let’s the dog in the bed, doesn’t have any rules for him involving furniture

• Takes the dog on mission, has a little backpack full of his things

• The dog won’t touch his food which makes him a little sad but is a relief to everyone else.

Thirteen

• She’s so freaking excited. Shouts “Yes!” over and over again

• Likes that it’s a wolfdog and hopes some people will get scared and mistake him for a wolf

• Lets him run around freely in her home, especially the grassy planes on the top level

• Gives him a name as ridiculous as her inventions “Wolfie the Wacky Wolfdog” says his full name every time, no nicknames like Wolfie, but she does call him “Baby”

• Trains the dog to bark loudly and scare people

• When to dog is outside the home, he howls a lot as a warning to visitors and she loves it so much as she didn’t even train him to do that

• This dog lives the life of luxury and has its picture taken by her ALL the time

• Has it trained to charge Solomon “Take this you bastard sorcerer! Wolfie the Wacky Wolfdog, go!”

Simeon

• Is delighted by the surprise. It’s so tiny he can’t believe it’s supposed to become so big

• He names the fluffy little creature, Snowball

• This dog copies it’s owner in every way, it’s a very calm angelic dog with a bit of a free spirit

• Simeon always feeds it Tuna sandwiches, all the animals seem to like it for some reason

• He always invites the dog into bed the bed to cuddle at night

• The dog is the only thing reminding Simeon to take a break from work time to time, so he’s a good healthy distraction for Simeon

• Simeon loves the slobbery dog kisses. He thinks it’s funny and feels strange

• This dog is living the life being allowed to stay in the celestial realm and play with the angel dogs to keep them company until their owners join them in heaven

Raphael

• He’s surprised and gives one of his rare smiles as he cuddles the puppy trying to lick his face

• Thinks Saint Bernard is just fine as a name. Simeon teases him about “Saint Bernard the St Bernard.”

• The dog likes to chew on clothes so he’s always having to repair his clothes and hide his fabrics

• He makes the dog capes and fake angel wings among other accessories

• The dog acts much like a Support animal, it does tasks around the house for Raphael and brings him his spear on command

• Raphael enjoys taking him on walks, especially when the dog becomes bigger and a tad intimidating due to its size. No one would dare mess with the hitman angel’s precious dog

• Due to Raphael’s weird taste in food, the dog never eats his scraps which worries Raphael enough he takes him to the vet who suggests his just feed him regular dog food. Raphael obliges but only the top brands from the celestial realm

Luke

• He’s sooooo excited.

• Names her Muffin because “she just looks like a Muffin”

• When he realizes how big the dog is going to get he’s absolutely shocked and begins organizing his room immediately in preparations for the dog’s growth

• He always let’s the dog lick the batter bowl once he’s done and has to scold the dog always easily reaching the counter to eat his ingredients and mixing food

• Luke has a hard time walking him but feels a little safer no matter where he is with the Great Dane

• Mammon teases him that the chihuahua finally has a friend the right species, etc

• Gets a lot of “Muffin is taking her dog for a walk” comments and he sicks Muffin on them and secretly laughs

Mephistopheles

• He’s more of a horse person but he loves the surprise especially since the dog breed has “a good image” he’s picky about those things

• Doesn’t really care that it’s a human-world dog and even names it after it’s origin country—Francis

• The dog has its own servants and vet who clean up after it. Therefor Mephistopheles can be “the fun parent”

• he will give this dog anything and certainly has the money for it

• Takes the dog on horse rides and gives it its own riding hats

• Has professional photography done for the dog as well as hiring top-tier painters like the famous Dantalion

Barbatos

• Laughs in amusement and thanks you, he’s quite delighted by the surprise

• The dog is very sweet, loyal and obedient. Appropriately Barbatos names him Steward.

• He tailors the dogs own Butler uniform and trains it to help serve Diavolo

• It brings dirty dishes to the kitchen, opens the fridge and dishwasher, turns on and off lights, uses the toilet, and entertains Diavolo when he’s bored or lonely

• Barbatos is pleased to always have the dog at his side and only trusts Lucifer with the dogs care when he is away on a mission or in meetings

• The dog is trained to bring a handkerchief to Barbatos when he starts drooling, he’s quite pampered in a way that is mutually beneficial

• If you even look at this dog the wrong way, Barbatos will be after you for it. Despite the dog’s sweetness everyone is scared of it due to its protective owner

Diavolo

• This man laughs so loudly in pure excitement and joy at the tiny little thing

• Gives it the expected name, Spot.

• This puppy goes with him literally everywhere, Diavolo will not leave the dog at home even for missions and diplomatic meetings

• Similarly to its owner, the dog is loud, energetic and unpredictable

• Diavolo is so excited to always have someone to play with

• Is glad the dog is super loyal and won’t crush his spirit by running away like the Flame Salamander did

• The dog has its own room and an elite staff to care for the dog in the seconds it’s away from Diavolo who insists on doing all the care himself including the very difficult baths

• The dog doesn’t like baths so Diavolo gets soaked and covered in bubbles a lot and he just laughs about it despite Barbatos insisting the dog be trained properly

• The dog can tell when his owner is in a more serious mood and will stand still beside him or pose regally

• Diavolo’s most recent professional painting included the dog and it looks like a renaissance painting

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me solomon #obey me thirteen #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

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nemzd · 6 months

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Purification and Order in a plave no diffrent then hell~

Part 02/??

(Think I be continueing the story nonethenless, idea is just to good to be thrown away)

... You were shocked,.. The Angel of Light himself.. Archangel Micheal... but.. he doesnt look really as mighty as many have said.

You:..But I am not dead... why am I in heaven now? I mean I wouldnt mind dying soon and met the Lord, just that a Angel? .. Took me by firstly hitting me unconcious I thought that was suposses to be diffrent..

Micheal just looked at you.. with his wings behind him and a cold glare on you... he then spoke..

Micheal:...Mortal.. are you in the knowledge of the current situation that we all find ourselves in?..

...

You:...No? I mean I regualry pray to God to stay up to day and keep myself in touch-

Micheal: Mortal, God has left heaven.

...

You just looked at him and were like.. what? How, this aint possible. God cant just disappear out of nowhere.You then spoke..

You:I.. disagree, who have I been talking to then in my prayers? I feel his presence... and I keep myself in touch with him every single day.

Micheal just continue to glare at you... but suddenly took his sword and tried to hit you with it... but you were once again protected by a blinding light..

Micheal:....How.. How is the creator of the universe with you?! I can cleary feel the power of God, going through your body.. it cant be but it has to be.. the Holy Spirit...

He fell down on his knees.. with his black hair and began to softly cry. You were astounished at the sight before you... I mean how couldnt you?.. The literal Archangel Micheal was crying before you! And told you that God left heaven... but.. you were so confused.. because you always were in his presence... but then you felt something.. he has gone up to your lap.. and cried the words.

Micheal:..Holy, Holy is our God...Lord have mercy on me.

...

Now you were just unfazed, what happend that a Angel would cry in your lap for the forgiveness of God?.. Oh boy.

You:..Why,what happend? It cant be just that the Lord disappears when I am constantly in contact with but you Angels arent? What happend?!

...

Micheal:God has left heaven! Do you not get it Mortal?!

As he said those exact words the cries have stopped and he had a tight grip on your tight.

Micheal:I cant think of even 1 good reason why God's presence is with you... The Holy Spirit of God.. within you .. but if the his presence is withhin you... you might be a key figure of finding out where he is....

At that moment he stood up and ripped your Shirt off.. he took his sword and sliced his hand and branded your chest.

Micheal: Dont even think of running away, for if you try to escape heaven all the other low ranking Angels wont hesitate to devour you... the only thing that keeps all of them away from you.. would be me.. so be a good little mortal and just listen to me.

And with that, he bowed slightly down and with a cold stare left and slammed the door and left you once again alone in that room of yours in which you still had a chain around your wrists... you were to perplexed.. and tried out but ... you thought..

You: I stil gotta pray..

So you went down on your knees and prayed the "Our Father in Heaven Prayer".

You: Our Father, Who art in heaven

Hallowed be 'Thy Name:

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass

against us:

and lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Right when you finish your prayer.. the door was slammed open.. and another figure appeared...

???:...How is it possible?.. After so long.. has he finally appeared once more?

When you saw the now you know Angel.. he had.. blonde hair and red eye with badanges all over him, and one over his eye.He ran directly to you and began to tightly hug you and he started to softly cry.

???: OH Lord.. where has thou been.. let this humble Angel Raphael feel your presence once more...

As he hugged you... you werent really suprised no more...Another Archangel.. and this time its Raphael. But the Angels wings, wrapped themselves around your small figurtivly small body and he began to just let out everything out...

To say that now you were fazed would be a understatement, like WHATS GOING ON, WHAT HAPPEND HERE, WHERE IS THE LORD AND WHY IS A LITERAL ARCHANGEL IN YOUR ARMS...

But .. seeing him in a state like this you couldnt help.. but feel bad for this Angel, you wrapped your arm around him and hugged him,completly forgetting your shirt was ripped a second ago and that you were "branded" by Micheal the Archangel.. but you just looked at the one in your arms and said said..

You:...Psalms 34:18.. "The lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

When he.. Raphael heard those words.. his tears began to become even heavier... you took him onto the bed and simply held him while he just cried all his pent up stress into your arms and after some time.. he fell asleep in your arms... it was safe to say,that this whole situation.. is just to weird and now that he wont possible let you go now that he has you in his embrace, after some time, you also went to sleep with him in your arms. Oh well holding someone like Archangel Raphael in your arms was something you never thought of ever doing.

You simply never thought you would ever do this.. comforting a Angel.. a Archangel much less .... Ha.... will this be a big mess to fix.

(Cliffhanger~)

So, the idea of this as a whole can be made into a story, which I naturally intend to do, but a little spoiler in my idea is. One day you be meeting the MC, of the game version for this is something I can assure you, MC and you are 2 whole entire diffrent people my dear readers so stay tuned as I plan to literal milk out this idea that I was blessed with.

#whb x reader #whb #whb x mc #what in hell is bad x reader #what is bad in hell purification #what in hell is bad #x reader #x malereader #x female reader

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shelltasticday · 2 years

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Hi! I have a request!

Could we have all four boys with a S/O that got into fights a lot? Sometimes S/O comes to the lair really bloody and their turtle bf patches them up.

In headcanon for please!

Hello dear anon, thank you for the request!

And sure you can have them, sorry it took me a bit, hope you like it

The guys patching up their s/o who fights frequently

Content warning: Mentions of blood and injury, stitching close an injury

▉ ▉ Raphael ▉ ▉

● He worries a lot about you fighting so often, specially after so many times of you showing up with fresh wounds, he'd feel bad for not being able to be with you and protect you

● One particular night you came in with a bit of a limp and brand new bruises appearing on your visible skin

● He strides up to you, picks you up gently, and takes you to his room. Where he props up some pillows on the bed, for you to rest your back as he places you on it. He kneels down to face you better and pulls out the first aid kit he has in a drawer

● As the eldest and the "responsible for everyone" one, he's no stranger to wrapping bandages and patching someone up, however, the frequency doesn't make it any easier on his heart each time it needs to be done

● His hands are gentle, barely using any strenght in fear he'd move you in a wrong way and make something worse, if to the very least the pain. But somehow it makes you feel even more taken care of, loved, seeing… feeling how much he cares, its more like caresses than anything when he rubs the bruises around your body, applying a sweet smelling ointment to them

● He's frowning and you notice he's barely spoken besides a "It's going to sting, okay?" and a hushed "I'm sorry" after you whinced when he removed some cloth that was on the way

● "Raph?" you said, but no response… "Raph, look at me" This time, his hands stop, and he slowly raises his face to meet your eyes. It's hard not to feel smaller under his gaze

● "I'm sorry you keep having to do this, dear" you say, cupping his face with your hands. "Are you angry with me?"

● He rests his hands atop of yours, giving himself a second to enjoy the warmth. Then he speaks. "I'm not angry… it's just- I'm scared one day you'll end up too injured for me to be able to help ya, I'm no doctor, and it'd be difficult to take you to a hospital, I can't protect you all the time… What if one day you're so beat up you can't move and can't even call me and-"

● "Raph" you interrupt him, and he goes quiet. "It's okay… I'm sorry for worrying you so much, love. I'll be more careful, and wear protection, and call if I need help, yes?", you got close to wrap your arms around his neck

● He surrounds you back with his own and holds you close, and in that moment, you felt no pain… no numbness, just him, his scent, his breathing… him, and that was enough for you

● "You promise?" you hear him mumble

● "I promise"

▲▲ Leonardo ▲▲

● He's definetely more relaxed about it, still concerned about it, but he's more about helping you while cracking a joke or two to distract you from pain. He only asks of you to not give him bad scares

● When you walked in with hastly put on bandages, barely wrapped around your arms as if you had put them on just before going down into the lair, Leo stared at you for a few seconds

● He approached you to greet you, and after a quick kiss on your left cheek (since the right one had a cut) he opened his mouth. "Hey babe, how was your mummy audition?"

● You scoffed and pushed him away

● "Okay, yeah, that was very bad but you caught me in my off hours" he admitted with a chuckle, taking your hand to wordlessly lead you to the couch where he had been sitting a moment before. Leaving you next to some nachos and drinks set up, and maybe if your arm didn't hurt when you rose it up a bit too much, you would've grabbed a handful

● Leo came back with the aid kit and sat next to you, crossing his legs to face your side and started undoing the poor job you had done

● His hands are quick and light, he's done with everything pretty quickly and as he picked up what he needed to clean any blood his voice piped up again "Hey dear, you know I love you but I'm hoping you're not considering being a nurse right now, you're missing a few years of practice" he joked

● "What a nice way to say I suck at it, love" you say, smiling through the shocks and jolts of pain your nerves gave you each time your boyfriend dabbed your cuts with a cotton ball

● "You said it!" Leonardo laughed wrapping your arm with care and precision… as a ninja, you guessed, he must be pretty used to this

● "Welp, there we go. I just hope next time I'm unwrapping so much it's Christmas morning" he said, holding your hand in his as to not break contact

● You met his eyes and for a moment your heart sunk, even if he was smiling, you knew him enough to know it showed his sadness, along with concern that you could read in his eyes

● You squeezed his hand and scooted over to rest your head on his shoulder "Sure thing, Leo… thank you"

● He responded by pulling you closer, so you could relax better against him "No problem"

▌▌Donatello ▌▌

● Instantly goes into doctor mode, and let me tell you, he's a very strict one. He'd have a more "cold head" whenever he needs to patch you up, but truly he's calming his concerns by explaining every procedure he does to you

● He was just walking up to greet you and show you his new project, fresh out of beta when he noticed the way you clutched your arm and the red that stained your sleeve

● Immediately asks SHELLDON to take you to the lab, has you sit in a table he has prepared for medical use, puts on his goggles and starts examining you, carefully, of course, but he needs to see what you're dealing with

● With care, he presses the wound in your arm until the bleeding stops. Then he proceeds to clean everything that needed it, and if anything is to be sewn shut, he makes sure to give you a heads up, anesthesia, and he rambles about how the procedure works, or a tool he uses to calm both his nerves and yours

● "…this is to keep the wound from opening again. I'm using a special type of thread that actually gets absorbed by the skin eventually so besides itchiness you shouldn't have any issues and no concerns about me having to take them out. You see the type of stitch is-"

● "Donnie"

● "Sorry… " he set everything down and put his goggles up to look at you "I'm done now, do you feel any discomfort?"

● You shake your head, checking out your boyfriend's handiwork, and noticing you barely felt pain at all anymore. "Thank you, dear! I'm much better now… Sorry about that, they got me but next time I'll-"

● You felt a quick whack on the head that made you look up. Donnie held a paper holder in his hand, you assume that was what hit you

● "There won't be a 'next time' for a while, no need to talk about such things" "But Do-" "NO BUTS, (y/n)! No fights until everything has healed, and you know I'm serious" "Thats-" "I don't hear a 'Yes, doctor Donatello'" … "Yes…doctor"

● You came to accept that that day, you lost two battles

⬤⬤ Mikey ⬤⬤

● He's the most visibly and verbally upset about how hurt you can get, but it's because he cares a lot about you. It's hard to see someone you love bleeding, let alone so often

● He'd be doing something else like eating or practicing his skateboarding when your voice called to him

● Mikey smiles his usual grin and turns to find you covering half your face with one hand, his eyes become quizzical for a moment and then he gets it

● "Oh mi gosh, (y/n)! Not your eye again!" he shouts, running up to you, holding you for a second and then removing your hand with care but impatience… a black eye, as he had guessed

● "(y/n)!!" he repeats, and you try to give him a sheepish smile

● He takes your wrist and walks upfront, to have you sit at the nearest location possible, a bean bag lying around. He tells you NOT TO MOVE while he goes to get the aid kit

● He comes back ready, and checks you all over for any other injuries you might have. Then he cleans them, yes being mindful but also raising his voice a bit as he speaks to you "What were ya thinking? You should've come right away! You know you just healed and-"

● "I know, I know, I'm sorry Mikey…" you say, you love him, but hey it's not like a black eye and some cuts are the end of the world, sometimes he does exaggerate the seriousness of these things

● He responds with mumbles, tying some bandages around one arm, and setting up an ice bag for your eye "Hold this, okay? Let's wait for the inflamation to go down", you obey and the cold gives your face a bit of a rest

● "Bae, you gotta be more careful! You don't want me to pull out Dr. Delicate Touch, do ya?" he points at you with a slight frown on his face, and no, you sure didn't want that to happen… not again

● "Yes, I will, I promise… sorry" you say, looking down a bit. It is frustrating that you always come down with something to patch up you suppose… but then you feel two hands hold your cheeks and pull you close, then a quick kiss is placed atop the ice bag, you didn't feel it, but felt the pressure

● "There! To make it better!" and he goes back to his smile with a giggle "I'm not done yet, come closer" he motions you and you obligue

● He pulls out a box of band aids with different designs on them, some puppies, some with penguins, blocks of color, shapes, etc. You allow him to put them on around your smaller cuts and then you're the one giggling when he shows you your face through the front camera of his phone

● He smiled proudly "I chose the cutest ones to match you, and so you don't want to take them off!"

● Well, wasn't he the sweetest? You leaned to kiss his cheek as a thank you, you truly had the best boyfriend in the world

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