#BG3 Raphael X Tav

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Drunk

Summary:You're drunk and crying at the tiefling party while snuggling with Scratch. Why? He's just that cute

Type:Hcs:Fluff:Dammon X Gn!Reader: Rolan X Gn!Reader: Zevlor X Gn!Reader: Raphael X Gn!Reader: Halsin X Gn!Reader: Karlach X Gn!Reader: Astarion X Gn!Reader

Version:Bg3

Raphael

Hes not even supposed to be there

But when Korrilla told him, he had to see for himself

He laughed at you, seeing you crying and hugging poor old scratch was very entertaining

He would probably just watch for a bit before leaving, knowing he's not supposed to be there

But you if you two got a little something together he'll go over to you and ask what's up

After figuring out its just because he's so cute he'll laugh again

Then he'll leave

Rolan

He was alittle concerned for a moment, wondering why you were crying

He thought something was wrong, then again you were drunk and he couldn't tell if you were just being an idiot

He went with you being an idiot

And he was right

Once he found out why you were crying, it was alittle amusing

But then again poor scratch can't go get more pets from others, he told you

That only made you cry harder and replace scratch for Rolan

Dammon

He'd probably think it's adorable

Might come snuggle with you two if you two got a relationship going

He'll tease you abit, then get worried when he realizes your actually crying

He panicked for a moment

Then found out it's because Scratch is just adorable

He'd agree with you and pet scratch and your hair at the same time

If it calms you down he'll be happy

Zevlor

He doesn't know if he should be worried or not

Worrys anyways

He'd immediately rush to your side and ask what's wrong

After you told him he just sighs and pats your shoulder

He'd probably sit by you for the rest of the night

But if your dating he'll keep a hand on your head

He actually finds it more sweet than amusing

Karlach

She understands why pretty quickly

And gets abit jealous she can't join you too in the cuddle session

After awhile of you just crying over Scratch she'll finally go see what's up

After you told her, she'd laugh and agree with you

If she wasn't so tough, she'd cry with you

She'd sit by your side for the rest of the night

Just smiling as you mumble cute and affection words to scratch

Halsin

He gets worried at first and goes over to you

Kinda like zevlor, alittle worried about your well-being

After figuring out why he basically just says "that's the one."

He loves it

Especially since he's a big nature guy, and seeing you cuddling scratch and crying since he's adorable is a huge green flag

He'd laugh abit and ruffle but yours, and scratchs hair

He'd say your cute as well, which might make you cry harder

Astarion

He saw this all lay out

From the moment Scratch walked up to you, to the moment you stared crying

He thought you were just being an idiot at first, then realized your just drunk

He takes this moment to get closer to you

Laughing at how much you've cried over something so useless

He'd probably not let you drink anymore

And manage to get scratch out of your arms

Scratch

He'd be so happy

His tail wagging so hard his little butt is wagging with it

He'd be so confused too, but your hugging him so he doesn't care

Dog drool and tears covered your face that night

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[A/n:I love Scratch, we need a patch for just cuddling Scratch. I hope you enjoyed]

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[ghostchems]

bad idea right? - raphael x f!tav

your companions have made their stance on making a deal with a devil clear but as the stakes of your quest grow you aren't so certain

a/n: i am shouting out @angellayercake for screaming about this with me and for also having to deal with this:

this is my first raphael fic! i tried :) 2.1k words. smut! mdni! 18+ please. both tav and raphael make bad decisions! ao3 link.

Your muscles and bones ache as you toss and turn in bed, eyes squeezed shut while you try to force yourself to sleep but to no avail. The bed creaks as you shift, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. Sleeping used to be easier before the tadpole, before your abduction and before you somehow became the hero of this story. Your eyes flicker across your companions, watching as they sleep, their chests rising and falling between soft breaths. You knew booking a room at Elfsong would be good for them, allowing them to sleep in actual beds for the first time during your adventure rather than bedrolls on the hard ground. You care for them, more than you’ve cared about anything before, putting their needs above yours. Perhaps that’s why you’ve taken on the role as the heroic leader.

But you don’t want to be. Not anymore. You’re exhausted from trying to go about this the right way when there is a slightly easier way to go about it.

The second those big, brown eyes fell upon you in the Devil’s Den he knew you were exhausted. You still went about the delicate dance of learning what he truly wanted from you and how you refuse to make a deal with a Devil. But deep down, you wanted to and he knew. The way his lips quirked into a slimy smirk as you left, your eyes met his and you gave him a knowing look. He would be expecting you to come back.

You just didn’t think you would be back so soon but you aren’t able to get your thoughts to quiet down. You need your plans in place to quiet your mind enough to rest. Gravel crunches beneath your boots as you make your way back to Sharess’ Caress, a cautious eye scanning the streets for anything out of the ordinary. You miss the days when you could walk these streets without worry, when signs of danger were few and far between. 

The hair on the back of your neck stands on end once you reach the door to Devil’s Den, a lump forming in your throat. Ever since Raphael showed his smarmy face and performed his rehearsed speech to your group, you couldn’t help but be curious about him. A devil, a cambion to be more specific, coming to you with a deal was never even a possibility that crossed your mind before, let alone having multiple run-ins with him since you escaped the wreckage. There is always something far too tempting about him and his schemes.

I’ve grown fond of you, in my own way. 

You think about the way those words rolled off of his tongue more than you would like to admit. An infernal creature fond of you. You can’t help but feel special. A quick thought blips to the front of your mind, a sudden worry that it’s too late at night for you to be disturbing him. You suck in a deep breath and shrug the thought away — you are his favorite client, after all. The door to his room clicks and you push open the door, revealing Raphael still perched at his desk almost as if he hasn’t moved since you left him earlier.

“Back so soon, mouse?” The devil tilts his head, an amused smile playing on his lips. “You put on quite the performance earlier, I figured you would take a few nights to stew over it before you came crawling back.” His voice drops deliciously low as he curls his fingers underneath his chin, his eyes scanning your body. You feel warmth start to blossom in the pit of your stomach but you choose to brush the feeling off. It’s just like him to continue this little game of his when he knows full well what you are here for. You decide to play along. 

“Where is the hammer, Raphael?” You ask, annoyance dripping from your town while you walk completely past him and into the bedroom. He trails after you curiously, watching as you start to go through the drawers of his bedside table. You know it’s not here but you must play along with him, wanting nothing more than to hold his attention. Raphael lingers behind you, peering over your shoulder with a bemused expression.

“It’s not here, my pet. You’ll receive it at the right time — if you accept my deal.” You feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and your cheeks flush, your grip on the drawer tightening.

“How do I know you won’t screw me over?” You don’t dare turn around, almost afraid how close he is to you. One of his hands grabs you by the waist and you can’t help but give a startled mewl. He snaps his fingers and a contract appears in front of you, the infernal script too complicated for you to understand, and a quill floats beside it.

“You wound me.” Raphael purrs into your ear, savoring the position he has you in. The chase, the seduction is always his favorite part. “My deal is fair. We get what we both want. I promise you, my dear, I would never lie to you. You are my favorite client, after all.” His lips touch your earlobe and he can practically taste your desperation. He sucks in a sharp breath to compose himself while his hand on your waist drifts lower. Raphael has you right where he wants to and he’s relishing in having the hero of the sword coast in his grasp. 

“Raphael—“ His name catches in your throat as his fingers slip inside your waistband. You shudder and your eyes flutter open and shut, your cheeks bright red as he continues lower. For Raphael, this is something that happens every so often with his business — having to sweeten the deal with a little bit of devilish delight, but this felt especially sweet. Raphael is corrupting you himself, in more ways than one. His fingers stroke along your opening, your folds already slick to his pleasant surprise.

“My, my.” He teases and you can feel him smile against your ear. “Seems that you are quite ready to accept my deal, little mouse. Take the quill.” His voice is a mere whisper now, his fingers teasing at your entrance. You hesitate for just a moment, putting on a small act of reluctance before following his command, the quill feeling impossibly light in your hand. Raphael hums his approval and presses one of his long fingers inside your dripping cunt. You dip your head back and lean into him, resting on his shoulder as your eyes close and lips part, an embarrassingly soft moan falling from them. 

A rush of desire courses through Raphael, so strong that it nearly distracts him from the task at hand, a blush rising to his cheeks that unfortunately you can’t see. He gives a low growl, his mouth finding your neck and sucking on the delicate flesh while he starts to curl his finger inside of you. You gasp and drop your hand to grab his forearm, fingers digging into his sleeve as he continues, your body writhing and your toes curling in your boots. Your body is impossibly hot, your mind thinking only about how sinfully good his finger feels, the dangers and worries of signing his contract far away now.

Raphael is lost in your taste. His tongue and lips drifting along your neck, planting wet kisses and sharp bites, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. He slips another fingers inside, stretching you open with deft digits as he sinks them even deeper. You’re putty in his hands and you hate that it feels so right, that this is what you wanted, what you dreamt about after first laying eyes on him. Your knees start to buckle and the tension in your abdomen is almost at its breaking point, stuttering moans and huffs clawing their way from your throat. Raphael nearly forgets himself, so utterly wrapped up in your taste, your scent, but he’s able to catch himself before he takes it too far. He pulls his fingers from you and starts to stroke lightly at your fully drenched entrance.

“Sign the contract, my little mouse, and I’ll finish you off.” His voice is gravelly and you feel the words vibrate from his chest. You don’t hesitate this time, feverishly signing the contract as his fingers lazily circle your cunt. The second you’ve signed the contract ignites into flames and disappears, quill included. Raphael wastes no time, plunging his fingers back inside and thrusting them roughly. Your hips buck and your eyes squeeze shut, riding his fingers to the edge of the precipice. His teeth find your earlobe, grazing it before giving it a rough nibble that is enough to send you toppling over the edge. Your body trembles and convulses, breathing heavy as your vision blurs and it overtakes you.

Normally, Raphael would have slipped away from his mark, leaving them alone to bask in the delicious shame of making a deal with a devil. But he can’t leave you. His nose scrunches as his eyes meet your glassy ones, your cheeks an adorable shade of red and your lips shiny and pink. He shouldn’t be feeling this way, not for you, not for anyone, but he can’t help but want you. Raphael hasn’t felt this kind of want in ages. His heart pounds in his chest, his gaze drifting to your lips. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. But he can’t resist you.

Raphael’s lips crash against yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You groan at the taste of him, cherries and musk, and you melt into the kiss. It’s fierce and possessive, his strong hands grabbing you again by the waist and clumsily pressing you back into the nearest wall. It’s like he can’t control himself which is alarming given how carefully he has crafted his image for hundreds of years just for you to tear it all away in a moment of weakness. He can’t stop himself though. His hands are groping you all over, drifting from your ass to your breasts, with one firm hand settling on your throat.

You can’t breathe and you’re sure Raphael has forgotten that you need to breathe. You manage to tear yourself away from the breathless kiss, air filling your lungs as he bites at your jaw, those caramel eyes never leaving yours. He uses his free hand to tug at your pants, ripping them in the process but he doesn’t care. He needs you. He needs nothing but you in this moment. You’re not used to how quickly he moves, suddenly finding your legs wrapped around his waist while he holds you up against the wall with one hand, his hard cock already pressing against your slick entrance. 

You brace yourself against the wall as he slams into you, his sharp nails digging into your ass and a deep moan rumbling from his chest. A scream leaves your lips, your hands pawing at his chest before curling into his doublet to hold on. He keeps the pace desperate, the mere strength of his thighs pounding into your ass enough to leave bruises. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist and he whines, a sound you want more than anything to hear again. He captures your lips in a kiss again, his burning tongue dominating the kiss as he fills you so deeply, deeper than anyone has before. Your hands drift up his shoulders to settle around his neck, fingertips brushing the soft curls at the nape of his neck and you swear you hear him purr.

Raphael’s teeth, somehow sharper than before, sink into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Your nails dig into the back of his neck as you give a sharp yelp, your body jerking as the pain sears through you. His breath catches in his throat before giving a deep, rumbling snarl against your lips. One last thrust and he’s spilling himself deep inside you, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Your eyes are wide as you take in his face, his forehead glistening with sweat and a few loose strands of his usually perfect hair, his cheeks flushed red. His gaze meets yours, seeing your reaction and immediately disappearing, only to appear a second later in front of you and tidied up except for a hint of redness in his cheeks. 

Meanwhile your lips and teeth are stained with blood, your hair is a mess and your pants are still around your ankles with the devil’s cum dripping down the inside of your thighs.

“A pleasure doing business with you, mouse. We shall keep this a special secret between us.” Raphael sounds almost angry with you, nearly growling between gritted teeth but there is something else that catches you off guard. His face – his words sound threatening but his face looks unsure, perhaps even worried?

Raphael leaves in a flash of fire.

part two

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[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒜 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 ༻

You never expected a Devil to be your savior, never expected to be cherished by him…

PRT 2 (CLICK HERE) - Fluff - Soft Raphael - Past Talk About Abuse

Gazing outside his balcony, you watched as yet another red storm began to stir throughout Avernus. The wilted trees bend to the will of the fiery winds. The overcast clouding your view of the mountains, and with a deep sigh this dreary day has brought back memories you had thought you’d forgotten. A life full of pain and restrictions… But the devil took you away from it all, and gave you a new life with new meaning.

With a subtle startled expression as you felt your hand graze one of the small buttons on your wrist, you look down with a warm smile as you continue to run your hand along the soft cotton of Raphael’s opulent dress shirt. You nearly had forgotten that on days such as this you quite enjoy stealing his shirts. They always brought you such comfort and joy, who would’ve thought… A devil bringing you such comfort. It’s laughable really. Holding your arm to your lips you can smell the scent of cherries and sulfur, it relaxes your muscles and you can’t help but to thank him aloud to yourself, “Thank you, my devil.”

“For what, pray tell little mouse of mine?”

And just like a tiny mouse, squealing wasn’t the right word for the noise you had just made… But with a tiny cute noise, you hastily turned around on his silken bed to face the devil himself, Raphael… He was always so handsome no matter the form he took, right now though he appeared human. His milk chocolate eyes watching you with interest, his hand resting on his chin. Everything about him was so grandiose and each time you looked him in the eyes your heart would skip a beat.

The Devil wasn’t perfect, he had his flaws just as everyone else did… He also had his own ambitions to rule the 9 hells… But, for whatever reason, those flaws made him even more special to you. Yes, he was the son of Mephistopheles. Yes, he is technically one of the “bad” guys, but… unlike the last villain that had captured you… Raphael was soft with you, treated you as if you were some sort of delicate flower that would break apart if not careful. He had his souls he enjoyed to flail and torture, yet with you it was different… the devil had no need to put you through such horrors. He cherished and protected you like a dragon with its hoard of treasure.

“R-Raphael- I uh-… Thank you… For…”

Just his presence alone made you flustered, it couldn’t be helped.

“It would seem that the cat has caught this little mouse’s tongue.” A small laugh emanated from his chest, “How, precious.”

You grin at his response.

Damn near everyone would disagree with you, but in your eyes, Raphael wasn’t foul, not like Astarion was… This devil you came to know throughout your adventure didn’t hold you by a leash… Didn’t force you down whenever he pleased, or gauge your neck with his teeth to prove a point- Your flushed face reducing to a pale complexion as your hand cups where Astarion left his mark on you. A chill runs down your spine remembering when Astarion the Ascended chained you for days… All because you wanted to run out into the city for some fresh brioche and to say hello to Gale.

Raphael, a devil, son of Mephistopheles… Never chained you nor held you against your will. He let you run out into the real world… Let you do as you pleased. You knew he’d make Korilla follow after you. But it wasn’t due to lack of trust, it was plainly because he wanted to keep you safe and out of the Vampires grasps.

Like a falling feather, you gracefully glide off Raphael’s bed. His shirt on you flowed at the bottom thanks to it being far too big on you making this scene before him look like it was out of a book- and into his chest you fell. Your arms wrapping around him while your cheek pressed against his arm that crossed against his chest.

“What’s better than a devil you do know?” You looked up at him questioning.

“By all means please do enlighten me.” His hand never left his face and his other arm stayed crossed over his chest as you embrace him.

“A devil thats your savior…” -You looked away from him, staring back out the balcony-, “I don’t think you’d ever find a quote like that in a book, but I’m thankful for you, Raphael. Truly. Thank you.” You press your face into him, your lashes fluttering close.

Raphael would never tell you how he waited for your hope to whittled down to the very marrow of despair- how he waited for you to whimper his name between sobs while chained to the vampires personal bed. The Devil would also never admit how it pained him to see such a treasure being handled in such ways, yet he wanted you to call out to him. He’s still a devil after all… So he waited all that year, waited for you to call out his name for help, pleading to sign whatever it is he desired…

“You didn’t belong with such filth.”- you didn’t need to look up to know he was scrunching his face, you could hear it in his voice- “Fine beauty such as yourself belongs in a much more suitable home.” He finally moved his hand from his face to the top of your head. Petting you like some adored pet.

Raphael, from the moment he laid eyes on you, knew he'd make you apart of his plan forever someday. He just didn’t expect you to vanish all of a sudden… The damn vampire had ascended and taken you… All those years you were caged like some sort of animal. Nowhere to go, forced into things you wanted no part of… Living like a rat.

A rarity had shown its face as Raphael peered down at you, you didn’t see it and Raphael could only hope for once that Haarlep didn’t see the concern on his face.

Astarion still walks among the living, and Raphael can’t be everywhere…

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[myachanya]

✨ Raphael / Tav ✨

Read one fanfic, almost lost my mind, ran to draw hot art Lmao

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[bearhugsandshrugs]

Would you mind doing the ask with Tav using edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give her the hammer without giving him the crown?

Please?

(i feel so awkward 🫣 i'm so sorry if i'm doing this wrong and annoying you)

thank youuu for sending this again I appreciate you!!! 🥰🥰🥰 here, have nearly 1k words for this

Raphael x F!Tav, Edging

“That deal doesn’t particularly strike me as fair”, Tav protested after reading through the contract. Raphael stared expectantly at her from his couch, lounging next to her as she reviewed the legalese.

“I think it is more than fair. Generous, even”, he smiled, but his insistence was met with grimacing from Tav. Setting down the contract, she looked at the man next to her: He seemed more at ease here in the House of Hope, less stressed, and the way his eyes met hers tugged briefly at her heart, melting her resistance.

No. Focus, Tav.

“Trading a one-time-use hammer for a crown that elevates you into godhood-levels of might is hardly a fair deal”, she began again, “not to mention that you could simply free Orpheus yourself, but you’d rather have me do that work as well.”

"I do so very much enjoy watching you work", he retorted, voice sultry as always.

"Really? Is that why you let me sleep with Haarlep instead of you?" Tav's voice was sweet and innocent, carefully laying out the trap she hoped he'd walk into.

"No, pet. I did not 'let' Haarlep do anything. Or you." He looked sour, jealous even. “That was entirely your doing.”

"To be fair: Haarlep wasn't my first choice", she admitted. While enjoyable, she'd much rather slept with the devil himself.

He sized her up as if he was considering something, then replied: "I could provide some... encouragement."

Tav bit her lip, pretending to consider his offer. “I’m not sure that is a good idea.”

He was into it now, his prey drive luring him to a false sense of power. “Why not? Two consenting adults… potentially to be repeated, should this be to your – our – liking…”

Raphael’s mouth twitched into a smirk, a sparkle in his eyes revealing he’d do almost anything to get her to sign. Tav stifled a sigh, then nodded. “Okay.”

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

Raphael was breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering as he fought himself. He’d already clawed at her thighs, marking her with deep scratches while she was on top of him, grinding her hips ever so slowly.

Tav had let herself sink down on him with languid movements, running her hands over his chest up his throat, squeezing again and again each time the devil tried to speed up their pace. He was greedy and impatient, but oh so easy to manipulate.

Where Haarlep would serve him in the worst ways possible, Tav did anything but: Drawing out his climax until he cursed, then whined, then clawed; the latter followed by her pulling herself off of him to his desperate protests. When she’d sat down on him again, watching his mouth part as his cock bottomed out inside of her, she had scolded him for being so needy.

Not that he cared.

“Keep going”, he whimpered, eyes glassy from lust, after she’d interrupted yet another release.

“Hmm”, she sighed sweetly as she clenched around him teasingly, “I think I need a little more encouragement.”

Raphael opened his eyes in disbelief, a growl coming out of his throat that warned her as much as it aroused her. “And what is it that you want?” His voice was barely contained, no matter how detached he tried to make it sound.

Tav leaned down to suck at his throat, and his hands immediately grabbed her, held her, melting her body into his. “I don’t think you’re ready to give me that yet”, she whispered into his ear as she started to move again, the wet sounds between them giving away both of their pleasures.

“I am”, he groaned, running his fingers through her hair, “Please, I am.”

Tav knew she had to be careful now. She had to push him into exactly the right kind of ecstasy in which his guard would he lowered enough for her to get away with this. It’s what she’d been building up to. It’s what she’d planned and schemed before.

Rolling into him again, she watched as the devil’s pants mixed with small sobs, high-pitched and so very unlike his staged persona. He was hot, so hot, and she constantly had to force herself not to let go. In truth, she was edging them both.

He was about to spill over the edge, so she paused, stilling her entire body and holding down his hips with the last bit of strength that she had, denying his involuntary attempts to push into her. Nearly there. He was nearly there.

“Tell me”, she moaned, not even intentionally, but this was wearing her down as well. “Tell me that you give me anything I want and I’ll let you find release.”

He swallowed, the adam’s apple in his throat moving underneath her palm. “What exactly do you want?”

She started moving again, slowly, so he wouldn’t calm down. “You know what I want, Rapahel.”

“Fuck”, he cursed out, hands moving down to her waist, trying to steer her. “You fucking bitch–“

Pausing again she chuckled as he let out a whine. It was now or never. “Yes or no? Say it.”

She clenched her walls around him, adding more tease, then started riding him as if he had already agreed. Tav knew she was nearly done for as well.

He fought with himself. Sweat was gleaming on his chest, his temples, and between his thighs. “I’ll give you the hammer”, he groaned, “if we’ll do this again.”

Sighing with relief as much as lust, Tav leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. “Good devil”, she praised him. “Now come for me.”

#anon asks #raphael asks #bg3 raphael #bg3 raphael x tav #bg3 smut #if you enjoyed that please share :)

[dantent]

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐯

A/N: This is a very fluffy oneshot inspired by a song. The discord server has once again done it's job lol

The song: Frank Sinatra - My Way Of Life

Raphael sat in his study, working on another one of his contracts. His quill gently caressed the paper as he muttered the words he wrote under his nose. Oftentimes he grumbled before restarting the process, not satisfied with the already existing text. Never had he been this distracted before, or made so many mistakes in his own contracts. The Devil couldn’t pay attention to his work when his little mouse was all he could think of. 

He stopped writing, tossing away yet another ruined paper. Raphael sighed deeply while bringing his hands to his face. Instead of continuing his work, he reached for the scrying ball he used to spy on Tav. With desperation, he made the hero appear on the ball. In an instant his face relaxed. His eyes looked fondly at Tav as they smiled. Deep inside Raphael wanted to reach out to them, take their face in his hands and absolutely ravish them. He shook his head at the thought, turning back to his papers. 

Yet he couldn’t help but glance at his little mouse, unable to make progress. With a sigh he reached for his diary, having to write his thoughts out. Raphael was frustrated with these human emotions, even more so that they made him miserable. He couldn’t bear the clenching of his heart any time Tav made a witty remark at him. The way his breath hitched when his little mouse laughed at a half-hearted joke he made. How he dreamed of them, gently holding him and pressing kisses to his lips. A bliss he had never experienced before and it wasn’t even real. Waking up every day to the lingering feeling of warmth in his chest. His diary was filled with all his dreams. Raphael constantly read them back, needing to experience Tav’s embrace again. Even if it was only in his mind. 

The Devil began scribbling a song into his diary. He needed his thoughts out so he could focus again. But how hard it was to focus when he remembered how Tav’s lips perfectly fit his own. How their hand cupped his face and drew him in. The way their bodies danced in unison on his precious bed. His little mouse’s loving caress as he laid back. Life was torturing him surely, to not be able to experience this. 

“Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine

Gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time” 

He sang as he wrote the words down, thinking of the next lines. Raphael hummed the tune while taking a peak at Tav. They were talking with one of their companions now. The Devil’s brows furrowed in anger. It was only him they should be talking to, not those lowly mortals. No, he needed to perish these thoughts. The mortals were nothing compared to him, and Tav could surely see that. Yes, of course, they were just playing with him. The way they blinked at him with half lidded eyes as they took his deal. Surely that wasn’t just one of his dreams. In truth he didn’t quite know anymore. All of his dreams felt so real yet he never wrapped Tav in his wings, while pressing lustful kisses along their skin. 

“Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you

I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you”

Raphael tried banishing the thoughts from his head while writing the next lines, singing them out loud. His brain was in shambles. Tav occupied his mind constantly, and he was unable to do anything. For the past few days he didn’t do anything but stay in his house and daydream. It was pathetic. A mortal had ruined him. He should’ve been furious but his little mouse’s words of endearment rang in his ears, dissipating all his anger. How he longed for their whispers as they caressed his wings. The Devil had to stop writing, gripping his hair at the thoughts. Never had he experienced worse torture than the yearning he felt right now. A simple kiss wouldn’t have been able to sate his thirst, not even a night of passion. He needed Tav in ways unexplainable to a mortal mind. 

“You are my way of life, the only way I know, you are my way of life

I'll never let you go”

Oh how he had tried to deny himself the pleasure of Tav. But he couldn’t. Each night, his little mouse took another part of his body, mind and soul. It was agonizing, seeing his Tav enjoy themselves with others, not knowing how Raphael would give them the world. No matter, they will have to realize it in the near future. Once he is Archdevil Supreme, he will be loved how he wants to be. How he needs to be. With Tav by his side, their gentle fingertips tracing his skin on the nights of his victories. They were meant to be his, this much he knew. Raphael remembered very well from his dreams how well their bodies fit together. Tav’s head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his perfume. How they couldn’t have enough of his scent, asking him permission to use his perfume. Raphael’s scent on everything Tav wore, even their own skin. They were truly his.

“Never let you out of my sight, be it day, be it night

You belong to me, that's the way it will, be wrong or right”

There was desperation in his voice now, his writing getting messier before completely abandoning his diary. Raphael reached towards the scrying ball and took it into his hands, only paying attention to Tav. They had changed into a more comfortable attire, getting ready to sleep. In the city they had found an evening attire so stunning Raphael wished he had one hundred paintings done just of his little mouse in their night clothing. Another hundred of both of them, enveloped in each others’ arms, how nature intended them to be. 

“I don't need the crowds at my door, the applause from the floor

All I need is you and the love we once knew, nothing more”

He was whispering the song to the ball now. Others’ opinions and affections didn’t matter anymore. Raphael only needed Tav’s affection, no one else’s. He wouldn’t, no he couldn’t bear to waltz around with them as he did with Hope. But Tav wasn’t like her. They would accept him, love him, cherish him, support him. His little mouse had already complimented him countless times. Yet he needed more. The dreams weren’t enough anymore. He needed Tav to bow before his greatness, telling him how the crown looks ravishing on him. With half lidded eyes always on him, a smile gracing their face. 

“You are my way of life, the only way I know, make me your way of life

I'll never let you go because I love you so”

It was a disgrace to feel love as a devil but Raphael didn’t care anymore. He sang those words with the purest tone he had ever taken. Tav had already fallen into deep slumber, their face relaxed. Raphael wished he could be by their side now, his claws pulling them closer to his body. He couldn’t even imagine what bliss it would be to finally hold them to his chest. Finally getting lost in their soft flesh, leaving marks on their skin. 

“You are my way of life, the only way I know, make me your way of life

Don't ever go”

Raphael needn’t wait long. The crown would soon be his, with Tav by his side. Once he got the ever so sweet power, Tav would finally pay attention to him. They would finally look at him with love in their eyes. For that, he could be patient. He would wait for eternity if it meant that Tav would be truly his in the end. 

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[lustfulfuchsia]

Challenge

Summary:You shouldn't challenge a devil, especially in bed

Type:Scenario:Smut:Haarlep, Raphael X M!Tiefling!Reader

Version:Bg3

!⚠️DNI FEMALE READERS AND MINORS⚠️!

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Second Person

You never thought you'd need up on your knees on the devils bed, but here you are, looking behind you as Raphael climbing into bed and grips your hips. A shiver ran down your body at his size, he was huge compared to you and his human disguise. You arched your back, presenting yourself to him even more. As soon as you felt his tip against your hole Haarleo grabbed Raphaels bicep, stopping him from continuing.

"What?" Raphael looked at Haarlep annoyed, already eager to fuck you.

Haarlep chuckled, leaning close to to Raphael.

"Remember, he's still a mortal, he can't handle your usual brutality." Haarlep looked down at you, watching your tail twitch with a smirk.

Was that a challenge? No, but it sounded like one. You laughed, pushing back on Raphael.

"I can handle it, a little rough play doesn't scare me" You smirked, watching Raphaels and Haarleps reaction.

The two shared glances, a dark look forming on their faces.

"Alright, one moment" Haarlep moved to sit infront of you, pulling you to lay your head on his stomach, your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist.

You raised an eyebrow, looking down at Haarleps dick.

"Do you want be to suck you off?" Haarlep laughed, watching Raphael line himself up with your hole again.

"No, I want to see you fall apart." Haarlep ran his hand through your hair, gently caressing your horn.

You snickered, resting your head on his stomach. Before you could say anything Raphael slammed into you, causing you to loudly gasp. Your eyes widening and gripping Haarleps hips. He laughed at you, watching you squeeze your eyes shut and start breathing heavily. Raphael was bigger than you expected, not nearly enough prep to take him like this. Haarlep ran his hands through your hair as Raphael gripped the base of your tail and your hip.

Raphael groaned as he rolled his hips, causing a huge shiver to go up your spine. You buried your head against Haarleps stomach as Raphael shifted inside you. He didn't start off gently at all, you said you could take it, and who's he to back down from a challenge.

Raphael pulled all the way out before slamming back in, causing you to jolt and rock forward, the tight grip on your tail and hip tightening as he started thrusting brutally into you. His thrusts were rough and hard, slamming into you over and over again painfully, yet the pleasure drove you up the wall. Your cries where muffled against Haarleps stomach, your hands clenching Haarleps sides.

Rapheal smirked at your gasps and wails, not slowly doing his thrust whatsoever. Haarlep reached up and ran his finger along the underside of your tail, feeling your moan and shiver against him. Your moans and cries only edged Raphael to go faster, rougher, to break you until you forgot your own name, which he did. He speed up, slamming into you with such a force that you were gasping against Haarlep, clawing at his skin, your claws digging into his skin and tearing his skin. Haarlep groaned, gripping your wrists tightly.

"Easy now, pet. You can take it" Haarlep laughed, petting your hair again.

You cried against him, tears running down his face. Raphael yanked your tail, making you arch your back even more, his hand pressed into your lower back, pushing it down to give him more room before gripping your hip again. Your hole burned, stretched thin from his cock, your ass burned from his hips slamming against yours so brutally it felt like he might actually break you. Raphaels hand gripped your horn, yanking your head up out of Haarleps stomach. Leaning down over your back Raphael chuckled into your ear.

"What's wrong, little mouse? Can't take it?" Raphael snickered, your crys sounding like music to his ears.

Leaning back, he let go over your horn. A burning hot feeling formed in your lower stomach, you ass clenching down on Raphael as you reached your peak. A few more harsh thrusts has you cumming all over your stomach and the sheets, a dazed look on your face as Raphael came soon after.

You gasped, feeling him fill you was differently a new experience. Raphael pulled out with a grunt and a wet pop, flipping you onto your back while keeping you laid against Haarlep. You watched as Raphael grabbed your legs and wrapped his arm around your thighs, putting your legs on his shoulder he lined up to your hole again, slowly pushing back in. Your eyes widened, your breathing speeding up as the new position and sensitivity makes you wiggle.

"What? You didn't really think a devil only goes one round did you? Master usually goes for hours on a good day" Haarlep chuckled behind you, running his hand through your hair.

A soft moan left your lips as Haarleps hand wrapped around your dick, finally giving it the attention you've craved.

You made a note to yourself to never challenge a Devil again.

~

[A/n:The ending is rushed, I wanted to finish this pretty quickly so 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

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[noroamenial]

Relief, deep and utter relief.

You had not let yourself get there until you had dived deep into the Chionthar and pulled the crown from the sandy bottoms. You coughed and sputtered on the shore, bringing the damned artifact with you. The gold seemed silver under the full moon. The city was silent. Your friends had parted for the Elfsong long ago. Gale, Shadowheart, Halsin, Wyll, Jaheira—and with hope Astarion would have found his way there too: under the cover of night.

You would have gone along, but you had business to finish. Business involving your soul—and your soul alone—so it seemed wiser to finish up before you could revel in a life without the tadpole.

Coughing again to clear your lungs of the saltwater, you let yourself kneel in the sand. Your first moment alone, your first moment of silence. On the sandy beach of the Chionthar bay, soaked and clutching the Crown of Karsus. Your tears were warm, and that is how you realized you were crying. It was over, it was over.

“Ah, mouse.” The faint murmur of cinders caught your eye as Raphael appeared before you in the dark. He smiled softly as he caught your eye.

“You’ve done well.” He hums, dropping to a knee in front of you. “Come now, don’t cry. You’re done, you’re the hero, it’s over.” His hand cups your cheek and wipes the tears mingling with the seawater dripping from your form.

You wish you had the words to say something, to break the sob caught in your throat, but you don’t. He so easily takes the crown from your hold, not removing his gaze or his hand. It’s so intimate, so raw as he places a kiss on your forehead. And you don’t even think to second guess his command as he speaks again: “Sleep.”

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[sekiromi]

A Devil You Do, ch. 1

Raphael tells himself that it is only because of your importance that he tolerates your insolence, placates your tantrums, grants you courtesies never before bestowed on a mere mortal. He tells himself his interest is purely professional, his desire to be close merely an expression of wanting to protect his investment.

But then, why do you remind him so much of someone who once felt like home? Why does your soul echo with the remnants of something heavenly, and why does it entice him more than any contract ever could?

He learned not to hope anymore, but for you he might make an exception.

pairing(s): Raphael x Tav/Reader, Astarion x Tav/Reader

themes: reincarnation, soul bond, past lives, lost memories, pining, slow burn

cw/tw: canon-typical violence, gore

word count: 1k

[read this fic in all its glory on ao3!]

Chapter One: A Hundred Lifetimes from Now

The tragedy of the divine retribution of an original sin.

Fire rained down in whistling streaks, scorching the plane and causing it to shudder.

Raphael was many things; eternal, infernal, unforgiving. Hellfire simmered in his veins, behind his eyes, beneath his skin. Cruel and calculating, wicked and sinful, a creature of an irredeemable nature. Scorned son of Mephistopheles, a young lion lying in wait to pounce on his father, tear his throat and devour his flesh to take his place.

Concerned only with control and domination, loving no being other than himself.

Despite the heat of the fight, Cania remained cold and impervious, desolate and dark.

It had been that way for a long time, almost as long as Raphael could recall. His long life stretched out behind him unwaveringly endless, shadowed by greed and lust for power.

A flicker of a dying light, the last gasping breath of something divine erupted into the blackness.

The beginning grew hazy sometime during the second millennia, but there was one thing, or one person, rather, that stubbornly clung to the very fringes of his memory, slipping into his subconscious for safekeeping somewhere around 1400 DR.

Their body lay broken, crumpled, cold. Chest stuttering, choking on the blood rising in their delicate throat, and Raphael knew terror for the first time.

It still haunted his sleep, festered in a dark corner in the back of his mind, waiting for an opportunity to remind him of all he had won and then lost in his quest for everything.

“No…” Bloodied feathers and shattered bones, he tried to hold them together, put them back into one piece as if it could save them. “Hold on, my dear.” This fear on his face, it was a new emotion to them, one that they would remember a hundred lifetimes from now if only in the deepest reaches of unconsciousness.

They made an awful sound, thick, congealed blood pooling in their mouth as they tried to speak.

“G-Go, Raphael…it’s a trap.” Skin was already turning cold, fingertips icy as they weakly brought them to his cheek. “Mephisto…he—”

“Hells with him, I’ll kill him for this. I swear.” Rage burned unrestrained behind fiery eyes they had grown to love, despite every sense telling them to do otherwise. A forbidden attraction, a dance between the infernal and the divine, a collision between the Heavens and the Hells. They had both been damned from the start. They knew this. It had not stopped them.

“You won’t. Please…go, live. We will meet again.” His rage subsided to sorrow, feeling their once immortal life drain from them faster than sand through an hourglass, faster than the Styx through Avernus. His eyes grasped theirs, searching, pleading, bargaining, but both knew it was too late. Stripped of their invulnerability by the very Gods that had gifted it to them, Death would make a move soon. There was one thing left to say, a final deal, their last promise. Gently, they guided his face closer to their own, voice diminishing as a numbness climbed into their very soul.

“In the next life.”

Raphael wept for the first and last time.

—-

Whatever souls are made of, some are awfully persistent.

When theirs had departed for a more distant realm, it was some decades before it graced the material plane again.

They kept true to their promise; Raphael did meet them in their next life, albeit in another form, another face. It did not matter to either, their essence was still there, still the same. In that second life, they had managed to hold on to their memories of the one before, remembered the centuries they had spent together. The first, which they had spent the better half trying desperately to kill one another. The second, when they started to realise why they never could succeed. And the third, where they paid the price for his arrogance and ambition, slaughtered by his own father to teach his unruly son a cruel lesson.

Whatever you earn, I will steal. Whatever you have, I can take. What is yours, is also mine.

When their mortal life ran its course, they found him again in the next. And the next, and the next. He loved them in every single one, however they appeared to him, wherever they had come from. He cherished them entirely, stood beside them as they grew old, mourned their deaths that felt like they were coming faster and faster as the years stretched on, and waited for them to knock on his door once again.

Until they started to stop remembering, until it took him searching for them to elicit any memories at all. Until only echoes of the past remained.

Every reincarnation remembered less than the last.

Sometimes, he would miss reincarnations entirely. In these lifetimes, he would wonder what had become of them, whether they taken another lover, whether any visions of him and their past entanglements haunted them in the void of the night like they did him. During these lapses, the near misses, Raphael would find himself beginning to grow hazy on the details himself. An amalgamation of lives, a collection of personalities that were so similar but also just slightly distinct from one another, made it difficult to hold on to what was original. What he was looking for.

Eventually, it had been nearly a thousand years.

A thousand years of solitude, a thousand years to forget.

Raphael’s heart hardened once again. He became the devil he knew, the creature he was born to be. Cruelness returned, contracts were formed, and souls were traded year after year.

But he did not come across theirs again. He was not sure if he would even recognise it anymore.

By the mid-1400s, any lasting hope of finding them diminished entirely. Wherever in this existence they wandered, they would simply pass as hollow ships in the night, each unaware of the other.

Raphael accepted this, and got on with his work.

[chapter 2]

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[rcehb-art]

Happy Holidays!

“A photograph taken by Haarlep.”

Congratulations to @vintageexquiste & @steampunkserpent for winning my little game! Thank you so, so much for participating and for trusting me with your Tavs. I know I wasn’t able to finish it on time for Christmas but I hope it’ll still pass as a holiday present.

Thank you once again!

I might open commissions soon so stay tuned for that.

Ta-ta and happy holidays!

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[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Brain Baby

Summary:You called us, brain baby, and your keeping it as if it's your child

Type:Hcs:Fluff:ShadowHeart X Gn!Reader: Gale X Gn!Reader: Rolan X Gn!Reader: Zevlor X Gn!Reader: Raphael X Gn!Reader

Version:Bg3

Shadowheart

Disgusted, actually disgusted

Maybe even disturbed

Cause why did you keep it! And brain baby?! She hates it

Would kill it if you weren't actually attached to it

Might kill it honestly

Gale

He also hates it, but also interested in it

Is that weird? He doesn't fully hate it, but looking at it gives him the chills

He'd poke it to examine it if it weren't so...brainy

He wouldn't question you about calling it brain baby, not openly anyways

He will burn it though, he just needs a reason

Zevlor

Horrified.

He's never seen a walking brain, and he never wants to

Probably tried to attack it at first

Hates it, will make you put it outside until he's calmed down

If you truly love it, he's not gonna so anything, but he doesn't want it around him

Rolan

Now, I see him more disgusted than interested like Gale

Like he might puke, keep it away from him

Oh that Thunderwave his siblings were talking about? Yeah, he's about to use it on you if you call it brain baby infront of him

Will judge you, very openly

Actually hates it

Raphael

He's not surprised, he knows you, you've done weird things before

But this? Definitely takes the cake

He will burn it to ash if it ruins anything in his house

Without hesitation

But, he won't hate it, just hold the brain will in his house

[A/n:I love us, I actually call it my brain baby. I hope you enjoyed]

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[ghostchems]

bad idea right? - raphael x f!tav (part two)

raphael lays some ground rules for your deal and extends an invitation.

author's note: read part one here. 2.3k words. 18+, mdni please. some bickering, some groping. thigh riding. ya know, the usual. ao3 link.

“What are you writing?” 

Raphael’s quill runs off the page, a thick line of black ink staining his desk. His nostrils flare and he quickly claps his journal shut, eyeing the incubus with sheer annoyance. He clenched his jaw before giving a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he tries to let the frustration roll off of him. The last thing he wants to do is give Haarlep any ammunition. 

“My recent business dealings.” Raphael answers curtly and in one fluid motion slips his journal off his desk into a drawer. His eyes flit up Haarlep’s body before settling at his eyes and scrunches his nose. “And where have you been?” He sets down his quill and leans back in his desk chair. 

“You know I like to get some air every so often.” Haarlep yawns as he slinks onto the nearby bed, laying down on his stomach with his head propped up in his hands. “Writing smut again, are we? I can smell a certain aroma from you.” His mouth curls into a sly smile, his pointed teeth poking out from his upper lip. Raphael’s gaze falls to the incubus, eyes narrowing as his lips purse. It’s difficult for him to get frustrated with Haarlep at this point — he’s grown used to his teasing after having him in his “employment” for so long but still this situation is delicate.

“Are you jealous, dear Haarlep?” Raphael’s voice drops to a low purr. He gets up from his padded armchair and saunters over to the bed only to sit beside the other. Haarlep rolls over so that he can face him, claws immediately starting to drift up along his doublet sleeve. 

“Not jealous.” The incubus huffs, his touch drawing closer to Raphael’s stomach. “It has been quite some time since a mortal got your loins in a twist, though. Seems more receptive than your other pet.” He flashes a brilliant smile while Raphael digs his nails into the palms of his own hands, giving a vicious growl — a warning. Haarlep merely scoffs in response but he does lower his head, gaze beginning to drift around the room. “If you’re going to have her over you should probably have one of your debtors clean up the place.”

“Bringing her here is not a part of my plan currently. Are you requesting something of me?” Raphael peers down at the other as he cocks a brow. Haarlep shrugs and stays quiet for a moment before giving a huff.

“I want to see what all this fuss is about.” 

Raphael considers him, his mind quickly running through a few scenarios. Why should he share? But there it is, an opportunity underneath all the show: a deal to be made.

“Perhaps I could make some changes, but what would be in it for me?”

***

You feel a violent hand over your mouth and your eyes shoot open as a gasp rips from your throat. Once your vision settles, you’re met with those caramel eyes leering over you, Raphael’s teeth-bared and gaze sharp.

“Outside. Now.” There is venom in his voice unlike that you’ve heard from him before. He disappears in a spark of ash before you’re able to say anything — and then you realize he’s cast silence on you anyway. You feel an angry growl rumble through your chest but it’s swallowed up by the time it reaches your lips, in some ways a blessing since you don’t want to wake your companions. As you get out of bed, Astarion stirs in the one in front of you, making soft snores and every so often small whimpers? Do vampires have dreams? Your mind wanders as you put on your evening robe to fight the chill of the air. One last scan over your companions and you’re out the door, heading downstairs of the tavern and out to the alleyway.

Raphael is waiting for you, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. You hate that the first thing you think of is how radiant he looks in the pale moonlight. The dim light makes his brown eyes sparkle and the gold details on his doublet shine. Memories of the deal you made and what happened after flood your mind, replacing your annoyance with a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. You open your mouth but only air tumbles out, making you clench your fists in frustration.

“No, no. You don’t get to speak yet, little mouse.” He stalks closer to you, his movements slow and deliberate. “Rumors have made their way back to me that a certain hero has been fraternizing with an infernal being.” Raphael grits his teeth as he leans in, his eyes boring into yours. “You couldn’t wait to tell your little companions, could you?” There is anger in his voice but underneath it you swear there is a hint of teasing. He awaits your response but then gives a dramatic ah! before snapping his fingers. 

“I didn’t tell them about our deal.” You’re finally able to snap back but your voice is hoarse from the silence. “Astarion noticed! He could smell you on me. Called me a freak — but not in a disgusted way, more like… he was impressed.” Too much information but the words spill out of you. Raphael’s face remains unchanged, his lips pressed into a straight line and his brows furrowed. “He’s bad at keeping secrets… but I wasn’t sure if you would care since you left me alone at Sharess’ Caress.” 

He exhales slowly through his nose and his face seems to relax, his jaw shifting back into place and his eyes softening. One of his hands reaches for yours, which is balled into a fist at your side. His fingers graze your fist, lightly trying to loosen it before he takes your hand. Raphael’s eyes stay fixed on you, his lips starting to quirk into a barely there smile. You try to keep a straight face but his warm fingers laced with your own makes an infuriating blush rise to your cheeks.

“Did I hurt your feelings, pet?” His voice drops dangerously low as he brings the back of your hand to his lips. You roll your eyes, amazed by his nerve. Did he think he could bat his lashes and you’d be wrapped around his finger? “Mmm… forgive me, for that. Please. It’s been an eternity since someone has affected me this way.” He murmurs, averting your gaze as you swear you see a flash of embarrassment cross his face. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden candor, having only seen it once before in him. 

“You shouldn’t have left.” You remain firm but your voice is a hum, your eyes tracing over his features. “After everything we’ve been through, I thought I would have gotten special treatment.” You wriggle your hand free from his grasp as you give him a sly grin, not about to let him off the hook that easily. Raphael’shead tilts as he regards you silently for a moment, as if your playfulness caught him off guard. His lips tug into a smile and you catch his gaze fall to your mouth, then back up to meet your eyes.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. As you know, I tend to keep my word.” He all but purrs, drifting in even closer to you. 

“Well, I’d like to get it in writing.” 

“You what?” Raphael’s charming facade immediately drops, scrunching his nose. You are delighted with the way he glared at you. “Let us discuss this later — we have more pressing matters. Your companions, I am certain they aren’t very supportive of you mingling with a devil such as myself.” He presses his hand to his chest, those caramel eyes sucking you in like they always do. 

“I wouldn’t say that they are thrilled about it.” You sigh and break your eye contact. “But it doesn’t seem like a reason for them to leave, at least for now… if this is something that will continue.” He uses one of his long fingers to gently turn your head back to his gaze. 

“I would rather that they didn’t know about us, sweetling.” Raphael sounds almost sweet as he seemingly takes in every detail of your face, his hand now cupping your cheek. “Them and the entirety of the Sword Coast, at least until the Elder Brain is defeated. We don’t want the general public to think our savior is taking orders from a devil, do we?” It’s something you haven’t thought about until now. You were never one to care for optics but he isn’t wrong. “I have an idea that will put your companion’s minds at ease and take some of the heat off of us.” 

You’re hardly paying attention to what he’s saying because of how close he is. You could easily kiss him right now. What would he do? You decide to find out. The gravel crunches beneath your feet as you quickly push yourself onto your tippy toes to kiss him, nearly cutting him off. Raphael’s body freezes in surprise before his hand moves from your cheek to tangle with your hair, his tongue desperately pushing into your mouth. It’s like a switch went off in his brain. He’s grabbing you, tugging at your waist so your bodies are flush against each other.

You nearly fall into him as he takes a few steps back, your hands slipping to hold onto his shoulders. Tasting him again was almost just as overwhelming as the first time, the heat of his mouth making me crave him more and more, deepening the kiss. Raphael moves quickly, both his hands suddenly gripping your thighs to pull you down with him into a chair you’re sure didn’t exist a moment ago. He has you straddling his waist, strong hands making sure you stay in place. You finally manage to break away from the kiss to catch your breath, hazy eyes meeting his gaze.

“Go to the Devil’s Fee when you’re ready — my contact will grant you entrance to my House of Hope.” Raphael’s nose traces along your jaw, his lips brushing along your neck as he speaks. He teases at your neck with his teeth, inching lower and lower, while drifting his hands along your robe to grope your breast through the light fabric. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you eliminate the remaining space between you, melting into his touch. Raphael sucks on your collarbone as he opens your robe even further, fingers toying with your nipples through your shirt before pulling it down and exposing your breasts. You’re dizzy from it all, lost in him and his expert touches and that velvet voice, lips parting to give a soft whine. 

“The hammer will be in a safe in my boudoir — an easy heist for you and your companions.” His voice is ragged, breath heavy as his mouth moves down your chest to run his tongue along your sensitive flesh. Raphael dips his hands to cup your ass and guides you along his thigh. Even through the layers of fabric the friction is delicious, making your legs tremble more and more with each drag over his thigh. You forget that you’re outside where anyone could stumble by, moaning recklessly as his lips close around one of your nipples. He flicks his tongue against it, teeth nipping it only just enough to hurt before giving it a few rough sucks. 

Your fingers move to dig into the hair at the base of his neck, tilting your head back while his mouth works over your breasts with feverish need. A growl rumbles up from his chest, feeling it against yours as you start to grind against him without his help. It all feels so reckless. Raphael’s composure is completely gone, groaning against your chest as his tongue teasing your other nipple. Your eyes fall shut and you snap your hips harshly into his thigh, chasing your release. 

And as easily as he gave into you, he takes it all away.

Raphael grabs you by the chin and wrenches you down to look at him in the eyes. You’re shuddering in his grasp as his caramel gaze sharpens, fire in his eyes. The sudden shift in mood has your mind turned upside down and your body aching to be touched by him again. 

“This part is extremely important, pet, so listen closely.” He snarls, digging his nails into your cheeks. “Do not assist Hope while you are a guest. Is that understood?” Raphael yanks you so that his lips are hovering directly over yours. You quiver at his closeness and you nod before even trying to understand what he is asking of you. All you know is that you want him now. There’s a spark in his eyes once you agree and he lets go of you gently, his hands dropping to cover you up before, leaning back in the chair with a smug look on his face. “Go on — take what you need.” 

You snap your hips immediately, flinging your hands to grab for his shoulders again. Raphael can’t stop watching your face, the way your expression twists in pleasure with each thrust, the soft groans spilling from swollen lips, basking in how much you crave him. You stare into his eyes as you do as he says, taking what you need from him until it’s all too much. You give a choked sob, hip stuttering and fingers digging into his doublet as your orgasm rips through you. His arms swallow you in his embrace, pulling you tight against his chest to help guide you back down to Earth. 

“I’ll amend your contract to reflect the changes discussed this evening.” Raphael purrs into your hair, lightly brushing his fingertips along your back. “I also have something for you – perfume that should mask my scent even from those with heightened senses of smell.” You lift your head up. A present? For you? Strangely sweet for a devil, even if it was to help with sneaking around. 

“You’ll also add your promise to the amendment, right?” You ask sweetly, the picture of innocence. He dramatically rolls his eyes.

“If you insist.”

part three

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[dark-and-kawaii]

To add to anons Haarlep request, could I request a scene where Raphael forces reader to take his ascended cock. It’s at that moment where Haarlep realizes they actually do have feelings for tav

I love angsty shit like this!!! I hope you enjoy it babes!!! I’m trying to keep Haarlep in character as best as possible!! I wrote this while eating at shake shack LMAO I hope it turned out okay!!!

Haarlep - Ascended Raphael - NSFW - Noncon - Hurt/ Comfort - (Click Here For Haarlep Request)

Haarlep holds you tightly in their arms, attempting to offer some semblance of comfort before the impending pain. Their hand caresses your head gently as they whisper in your ear, "The more you resist, the longer he will prolong it." The cold ground beneath you provides no solace for what is about to unfold.

Opening your eyes, you gaze upon the transformation that Raphael has undergone. His once simple horns have morphed into a complex crown of infernal bone, framing his snouted face. Additional faces protrude from either side of his cheekbones, granting him a total of four fiery orange eyes. His entire being radiates with infernal flame, and fearsome tusks emerge from each of his mouths. Trembling, you find your arms instinctively reaching out to grasp Haarlep's, desperately pleading, "Haarlep, please... I-I won't be able to endure this..." Tears well up in your eyes.

As for Haarlep, they were powerless. They have already tried to sway Raphael, his brat of a devil. But in Raphael's eyes, both of you have crossed the boundaries one too many times. And now, he plans to utterly ruin you, to push you beyond the point of no return. He seeks to starve Haarlep of their desires, and what better way than to take the very flesh that brings them the most pleasure.

Haarlep rests their head against yours, silently promising to bring you relief in the healing bath afterward, it would be your only saving grace. Raphael, however, pays no heed to your pleas, his focus solely on the cruel act that is about to unfold. He positions himself at your entrance, his monstrously large cock ready to invade your trembling core.

A scream escapes your lips as your pussy strains to accommodate the colossal pillar of cock that invades you. It feels as if you are being torn in two, both your stomach and cunt stretching to accommodate the immense member. Your nails dig into Haarlep's arms, their grip on you tightening as they reassure, "It will be over soon, little dove." The ridges on Raphael's cock only added to the discomfort, scraping against your sensitive inner walls. A strained whimper escapes you as he shows no mercy, thrusting into you with relentless force, plunging deep into your womb. The brutal pace leaves you gasping for air, with no respite in sight. "N-no... No more, pl-please... Har-Haarlep…" you groan, your head hanging limply. Haarlep lifts your head gently, planting a tender kiss upon your forehead.

Another scream erupts from your lips as you throw your head back against Haarlep's chest. Raphael is determined to breach your cervix, to claim your womb as his own. He desires to impregnate you, to mark you as his possession.

Without wasting a moment, Raphael releases a torrent of his cum inside you, causing your once flat belly to swell with his seed. Tears stream down your face, you realize the gravity of the situation, the knowledge that you will carry his offspring, a physical manifestation of his dominance over you. There’s no way you aren’t pregnant after all this…

As Raphael reverts to his human form, a smirk of satisfaction plays on his lips. Your stretched and gaping cunt leaks his seed, an endless stream that seems to mock your vulnerability. "I wonder," he taunts, his voice dripping with sadistic delight, "if my child will bear resemblance to my ascended form. Will it tear your insides as it emerges, breathing new life into this world? Only time will tell." With a snap of his fingers, he disappears, leaving you and Haarlep on the floor, your consciousness barely intact.

Haarlep takes a moment to collect themselves, their emotions a twisted mix of dread? And, love? They gather you in their arms, carrying you over their shoulders to the healing bath, Raphael's cum still oozing from your ravaged cunt. As they enter the bath, Haarlep carefully places you in the water, the warmth offering a brief respite from the pain and torment that has consumed you.

In the past, Haarlep had reveled in your suffering, laughing in your face before taking you for themselves, ravishing your cunt just as their master had done. But now, after all this time spent together and witnessing your unwavering loyalty, Haarlep found themselves contemplating the concept of love. The dread in their chest prompts them to ponder these unfamiliar emotions. The desire to protect and keep you safe, to claim you as their own, grows within them. Haarlep has always despised Raphael, but with every passing second that you remain under his clutches, the yearning for his demise intensifies. Perhaps it is time to send word to your old companions…

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[sklepick]

I made a small picture for one wonderful fanfic that’s made by @certifieddilfenjoyer

Thank to the author for their responsiveness, erudition and attentiveness. If you like Raphael, like a well-thought-out world, slow burn and empathetic, complex characters - go and read it, it's gold.

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[nikolailantsovhoe]

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[lustfulfuchsia]

Could i ask for smut of tav playing with raphaels dick and teasing him? 👀

[A/n:I was gonna write this into my other story, but changed plans half way through. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:You tease Raphaels dick, much to Haarleps amusement.

Type:Scenario:Smut:Rapheal X Gn!Reader, + Haarlep

Version:Bg3

!⚠️DNI MINORS⚠️!

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Soft kisses and slow strokes where slowly driving Raphael insane. If it weren't for Haarlep, you'd be pinned down getting destroyed by Raphael right now.

"Fuck.." Raphael groaned out, trying to thrust into your mouth, only for Haarlep to pin his hips down.

You hummed against his dick as you softly kissed the head, a kitten lick along his slit to make him moan. It was quite fun honestly, arching your hips up, teasing him in various ways. A hand slowly creasing his thigh, another hand softly stroking his dick while light kiss were pressed to the side.

Gods

Your lucky Haarlep agreed to help you with this. It's so fun watching the master come apart by some mortal. Raphaels hands were chained to the bedframe, stopping him from grabbing you, Haarlep held his hips down. But his legs? They weren't restrained at all, that was Haarleps way of teasing you.

Every soft kiss and lick made his legs twitch, inching closer and closer to your head. You just had to play your cards right to not end up crushed by his thighs, not that you'd mind. His thighs, thick and strong were perfectly seated by your head, your could feel the heat radiating off of them. Almost threatening you, or, teasing. You couldn't tell at this point.

"What's wrong, Master? Can't keep up?" Haarlep teasing, running one hand down to cup his balls, making it harder for him.

You moved your hand so Haarlep had a clear path to tease Raphael, who was practically fuming at this point.

"I thought you loved teasing?" Haarlep chuckled in his ear, giving a firm squeeze to his balls, making him gasp loudly and buck upwards.

Now, only one hand held Raphaels hips down, giving him more movement. With deliberate motions, you slowly inched down on his cock, finally taking him into your mouth. Raphael let out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes as he finally felt the warmth of your mouth. Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down. Not fully taking him, so you didn't choke. He groaned, the edging went on for so long this felt like pure bliss. Haarlep chuckled and leaned closer, pressing his chest to Raphaels back.

"Master? Thank them, for being so generous" Raphael glared at Haarlep, but sighed anyways.

With a shift, Raphael looked down at you, holding eye contact as you pulled off.

"Thank you," Haarlep seemed pleased with this and signaled you to keep going.

It didn't take very long for him to finish, only a few more expert strokes and swallows had him cumming,

Hard

He breathes heavily, letting out a loud roar of pleasure as he came down your throat. He huffed and panted, slowly calming down as you pulled away, whiping your mouth and swallowing his seed. Haarlep undid his binds and got up from behind him, softly kissing his cheek before getting a rag to clean him up.

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[A/n:I hope you enjoyed]

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