hi omg this is probably a huuuge long shot but did you ever finish writing the fic you sent a snippet of here?
https://www.tumblr.com/sideshow-cellophane-blog/776505648249716736/you-actually-pinned-it-that-means-so-much-to
of course no worries if not, i can’t even begin to count the amount of things ive just deleted/given up on writing after a while, i am merely on an insane raphael kick so i thought i would try my luck and ask hehe
have a lovely day !!
Hey anon, I hope this finds you! I actually had most of it done but I couldn't decide on an ending until you sent this. Thanks! Never be afraid to reach out! I love this devil man. He deserves hell. I'm just exploring other fandoms before I inevitably circle back around.
Such A Tease...
“My sweet, perhaps our Little Mouse will help to cheer you up?” Haarlep drawled without looking back at Tav, who was stunned from the sudden summon to the boudoir. “You can't stay in this sour mood all evening.”
“What the hells?” Tav splayed their hands out as they approached the massive bed. Raphael was fuming beneath Haarlep in his human form. “I thought we discussed asking for permission or a bloody warning before you summon me.”
“With emergency exceptions!” Haarlep finally turned back to Tav with an impish grin. “Our dearest master has asked me to perform a most silly activity he says you two have enjoyed before-”
“Shut up,” Raphael hissed, “and return my Mouse back to the hole they came from this instant!”
“-Anyways, I can't get him to giggle quite like he does with you. Help us bring joy to his otherwise rotten day, won't you dear?” Haarlep emphasized this by squeezing Raphael's sides, making the master of the house's scowl waver and lift.
Upon getting closer, Tav was relieved to see that Raphael still had underwear on. The rest of him was bare, and his arms stretched to either corner of the bed where his wrists were tied. They sighed and deflated. “...Well…Now that's not fair! I can't be mad when you ask me to bloody tickle him.”
“Mouse,” Raphael snickered, but it was probably meant to be a warning. “G-get ba…haaah…” He twisted from side to side, vehemently fighting and denying the obvious ticklish sensations Haarlep was administering between his ribs. His legs tried to find their footing on the bed, but Haarlep was playing a game by whacking or tugging his legs back down with their tail.
Raphael growled and grunted as Tav climbed onto the bed, and both demons paused their actions. Haarlep chuckled and slid themselves down to Raphael's legs, turning to face his feet. Now the cambion was trapped.
“Haarlep!” Raphael warned with a bright red face that could match his cambion form. "Take. Tav. BaHAHAck! D-don't you dare scratch my - SOHOHOLES! STahaha, s-stahp! AH NO TOES EITHER THAT'S MY-! STAHAstahp stahp, stop!" He twisted his lips back down, biting the lower one hard.
Tav seated themselves on Raphael's thighs, smiling brightly as they did so. Their hands rested on his stomach, and it twitched.
“I-I mean it, Little Mouse…I-if...I'll...” He panted. His eyes did not leave their hands on his belly, and he didn't continue his threat. He was definitely not nervous.
“You let Haarlep use oil? You said I couldn't use oil! Why do they get that privilege?” The indignant tone was followed by sliding their fingers around the oiled belly, and Raphael bit his lip hard again with a whine. “No, no no. You laugh it out, there's no fighting it this time. It's personal now.”
“Tell him how it is,” Haarlep chuckled. “Better yet, show us.”
Raphael was fighting back the bubbling laughter so hard he had tears forming in his eyes. A few high-pitched squeaks of protest escaped, but he remained uncharacteristically quiet in the face of the tickle torture. He raised his head to grunt and look at where Tav's hands were going - that sometimes helped - but a finger slipped into his navel and his head whipped back. He wheezed, and finally couldn't fend off the tickle-induced giggling fit. His hands balled into fists, then opened and tried to beat the corners of the bed into submission as Haarlep attacked the soles of his feet again with their claws. Raphael cackled and bounced like a fish out of water.
“NAHAHAHAT BOTH OF YOHOHOHOU!”
“Our sweet ticklish baby,” Tav cooed. “Throw that tantrum all you want, you haven't said stop once since I started.” Their free hand slid around his waistline, then squeezed his hip.
Raphael couldn't quiet or control himself now. His ankles twisted in Haarlep's grasp uselessly as they were toyed with, and his torso bounced Tav up and down.
“Gods, it's like riding a bucking horse. Haarlep, go easy back there.”
“Not even I have heard the master of the house in such humors,” The incubus hummed thoughtfully. “We will make it last, you and I.”
Raphael's face was scrunched in anger. He appeared to be pissed off they were tickling him, but Tav knew this was his way of trying to maintain his control over the helpless situation. They moved to pinch his sides up and down, and grabbed his hips while he cackled. His expression quickly changed to panic while they dug into the bone with their thumbs. His jaw went slack and he tossed his head back, and his voice broke into a higher pitch than before.
“Stahahap! STAHAHAHAP!” Raphael finally begged. Tav noted he was smiling more than frowning now, and they thought it was the most lovely look they'd ever seen him make. “Nahahahat thehehehere!” He snickered and snorted. “M-mohohohove!”
Tav quickly stopped the pinching to rub soothing circles into his skin. “Okay, okay,” They said softly, watching his initial panic settle into a more resigned giggle fit. They turned around and swatted Haarlep's shoulder.
“He said stop.”
The incubus huffed and gave Tav a look over their shoulder. “It's not the safe word. He said to move to another spot, sweet mouse. The master's ribs are especially sensitive in this form. Tweak them and play his royalty like a lute!”
“S-stah, hhhaa!” Raphael wheezed and growled from somewhere deep in his chest. “NnnnnNNn! Nahahaa, ahahahahaha!” His voice broke into boyish giggles when Tav skittered their nails between his ridges, lightly scratching and rubbing and poking and oh Asmodeus, there were the fingers between his ribs. Raphael tried to curl in on himself, thrusting his chest and head up, but with his arms tied the way they were he only exposed more of himself. Haarlep was tugging his toes as they tried to curl uselessly, keeping his legs shaking but immobile under their weight. He choked for a moment and crashed back down, slack-jawed in his giddy expressions and shaking. "MAHAHAHAHAUSE! EEHeeheeheehee! TahahahaHAHAV!"
“Oh my gods,” Tav awed. “Raphael, you're positively delightful like this! Thank you for inviting me, Harleep. This made my night, I-”
They had turned back to give Harleep a grin, but was faced with the demon's impish grin. Their stomach dropped.
“I am grateful you teased the master into submission,” Harleep began, “but now it is time for me to finally give you some incentive to get the crown. You may finish our session after its acquisition. The master requested me to send you back some minutes ago, and I must follow through now. Goodnight, Little Mouse.”
Even Raphael's eyes widened at that. “You traitorous little-!”
“No!” Tav's playfulness gave way to disappointment as they were snapped back to their tent at camp. “NO, HARLEEP!”
“You good?” Karlach yelled from her tent. Apparently Tav had been loud.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” They called, and the usual noises of camp followed. Astarion snickered. Tav huffed and plotted, imagining Raphael's continued laughter under their fingers. He liked it. Tav hoped it wasn't nearly as fun for the demonic couple without their third mischief maker, but it sure was one hell of a way to leave a session off and inspire Tav to get that fucking crown.
