To The Hells I Go…

—Where I write away my (slight) obsession for fictional people—

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Introduction <3

NSFW Content Ahead

-> Fandoms: Bg3, Genshin

-> Character Focus (by no means comprehensive): Raphael❤️ + Haarlep🖤 + Astarion🩸 + Tav + Halsin🐻 + Minthara🕸️| Dottore💉 + Pantalone👖 + Childe💧 + Capitano🗡️

-> Prompts/requests welcome <3

-> Might dip in and out of activity

Have Fun!

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I’m making a cardboard cutout of Raphael and taping it to the ceiling so he can disapprove from above #1–

Step 1: Make and print poster

Will update

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♥️Infernity

|Raphael x Haarlep Safe Sane Consensual Oral|

Haarlep knows everything he needs about his master. His ambitions, enemies, who’s indebted to him and what makes him tick. So many nights they’ve spent conjoined, with Raphael baring himself body and soul.

Sex for Haarlep is as banal as living. They’ve memorized Raphael’s innards and the dissatisfaction of a half-baked orgasm. Still, Haarlep returns night after night, and given that Raphael is home, they indulge.  Their mouth wraps around Raphael’s bare member, sinking completely to the base first pass. Then up, down, up down, drinking in the spice of his pre and the satisfaction of their own arousal. Raphael bucks himself deeper—the extent of his work—and leaks more, messily, into his incubus’ waiting mouth. Haarlep snakes his tongue from side to side, lavishing every ridge and bump. They feel the pleasure of their efforts in their own loins along with the associated satiety.

More pre. Haarlep fans their tongue on Raphael’s base, taking in as much as possible. The essence melds with their very being. Haarlep draws back to where their lips wrap around the base of his head and swirls his tongue on the pointed slit. Raphael lays limp, shivering, and lets the sensation take him. He lays horns to the headboard in bliss mouth open. Soft mewls slip out while it takes him again, up down up down all the way to the base then halfway up. “Mmm… f-“ 

They speed up before Raphael can ask. Twitching, bucking, gripping the sheets with his claws—after so long Haarlep anticipates everything to the second. Three more bobs and it’ll be done. Again, deeper than the rest, Haarlep takes him down his throat, hugging his member with heaven, undiluted and raw. Twice more and Raphael comes near-scalding semen down Haarlep’s throat.  Fluid coats every inch of mouth and esophagus. It completes something, fills what is empty and forever draining. Haarlep nurses, consuming all they can get. A little more spurts out and the incubus sinks further, chasing a worrying amount of cock down its throat. 

Raphael yanks Haarlep off by the horns when he’s done. He smears the copious amount of spittle on their chest and rolls over—torpor in an instant. With a grumble he asks for contact and instantly Haarlep curls up beside him. They pass the next two hours claw to claw, wing to wing, together. Two devils, as one. Until Raphael goes again. 

[r0semaryt3a]

I haven’t seen my wife (the literal devil) in a while. I miss her (she is a fictional man).

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Tales of the Hells: Reader!Tav x Raphael

warnings: Blood, violence, unhealthy dynamics, Raphael with a whip

-Pre-established Relationship-

 I

Raphael lures you in at first. His usual charm belies fury underneath, undetectable unless you know him. The first few times you actually fell for it, letting yourself believe that you actually dodged his wrath. 

Then his charm sloughs off and he turns cold, steely. He lets everything hang in the air unaddressed, giving you time to ruminate your guilt, or to guess what you’ve done to anger him. 

After a few minutes of anticipation, Raphael bites. He insults, he degrades, he lets the venom in his teeth tenderize you for what’s to come. 

And my, there is so very much coming. You’re reminded that Raphael is indeed a devil, and that you’re in hell. He scorches you with his blistering rage until every shred of defiance burns away and you’re completely bare to take it all again—this time raw and breaking. 

It’s hardly surprising that a devil has so much hell to give. It shouldn’t have surprised you then, when he wrenched one of Haarlep’s collars on your neck followed by a leash branded with the same infernal script.

“Walk.” Raphael commands as he yanks you towards the balcony. You follow him, crawling on all fours while the devil yanks you along with his leash. He makes you faceplant a few times and your body devours the prelude of the pain to come. 

“Kneel. Stay. I will swap your place with Hope’s if you move even a muscle.” 

You kneel on instinct. His voice holds an inflection that gores you inch by inch as if he were kneading his horns into your chest

Indeed, you can’t breathe. Dread pits in your stomach reaching upwards to your heart before splitting into tiny little tendrils piercing through every inch of you and jutting out your fingertips. It makes you shake which Raphael notices, coupled with the wince that’s inadvertently overtaken your expression. 

“Still yourself. This is a consequence, one only natural for your transgression.”

You ball your fists, close your eyes, and breathe the best you can. Nothing stops the shaking; fear settles in you so wholly it mixes with everything else you’ve ever felt. All the memories with Raphael, your loving master, grow dense and sink you through the floor to Dis then Minarous then ever deeper through the hells. Fire, fumes, thousands of swords and millions of fangs lash at you the whole way down.  

It hurts. It hurts so terribly the feeling wrenches you into living. 

“You squirm, little mouse” Raphael’s voice has never sounded so vivid. “Squirming for the claw to descend.” 

Crack

Pain bursts from your back and punches through to your chest. You look up to see Raphael wielding a five stranded whip. His favorite; a sturdy, brown leather with metal barbs the shape of a cat’s claw finishing each strand. He cards the whip through his fingers as he stares at you, sneering. 

Crack

You see him bring the whip down and again, pain bursts from your back seeping to the visceral below in a hot, blinding embrace. Hurt whites your vision, clearing the fog that’s lingered on your mind for far too long. You scream, for now you have a reason to. 

Crack 

Just before the pain fades from his last strike Raphael brings the whip down again. Renewed, the delicious ache spreads deeper, stabbing at your chest making your heart skip and lungs stall. Your back feels warm, puffy— a feeling that envelops you in an embrace. 

Crack

You feel the barbs, you feel your muscles bruising, and you feel Raphael’s malice behind each strike, threatening to strip you to the bone. “Haah~” The breath you let out morphs into a moan as you lap up the flashes of sensation. 

“I have walked the planes longer than your line has lived, yet I know not of a single entity that has any hope of curing you” Crack. He strikes you again. Pain distracts you from whatever he says next. 

“A-ah-“ The sound spills from your lips that are begging for more more more. Liquid runs down your sides—blood, you realize—dripping like melted wax, seeping downwards from the flame from your conflagrating soul, whirling the ashes of what could’ve been into heavy, red-orange smog. Crack. Raphael strikes you again for ignoring him. 

“Look at me. I choose to keep you, however misaligned you may be.” His voice wedges under the crush of your torment, weaving into the pain. “Who else would want to have you, mouse? Who would care for a creature about to come from a flogging?” 

He does. He does. “You do” he does. 

Raphael feeds your sick little wishes. A helping of anguish, shame, sadness, pain to cause wounds which he’d deliver a morsel of sweetness into, right through your skin to blood and flesh.

Crack

The whip interrupts your reminiscing, forcing you back into the present and you look to Raphael, just as he asked. His eyes, that dark, infernal gloss fill with satiety. When else has he looked satisfied? 

With you, of course. You placate his ruthless ambition, if only for a moment. How you cry as the devil traces his claws across your bleeding back, how your body trembles, stuck between lurching from or towards the pain brings him a fullness matched by little else. Raphael then leans down, collects you by the underarms to stand you up, and presses his lips to yours. 

Immediately you’re embraced by the gentle heat of a fireplace as blood dries a carapace over your back. Of course it hurts; standing stretches the welts painting your skin but the pain dissolves his tenderness, allowing you to take both in a combined parcel. You feel your heart flutter in delight at a first love.

Raphael shifts his hands to under your breasts, making a careful effort to not aggravate your wounds as he moves you towards the balcony’s edge. You instinctively push your hands back to grab the handrail while he practically latches onto your mouth, feeding you the burn of wyvern whisky. 

While intertwined, Raphael ghosts his hands to your back, meeting his claws over your spine and pulls.

Claws rip through the jagged mess of your skin, cutting four parallel lines from the curve of your scapula to the side of your ribcage. You scream, still latched onto his mouth and Raphael, ever hungry, consumes the sound from its very source. 

Some part of you, body or mind braced itself, but did not communicate it to the other. All of this is hardly surprising; devilish endeavors involve souls. He’s tenderizing yours, fattening it up with hope and anguish before the day comes where he’ll take you entirely. 

Scraps will do for now. He pulls away and goes to your neck while playing with the damage on your back. A claw here, a swipe at a reddening welt there, and you’re bleeding as fiercely as when the night began.

“Mmmm.” You take all of it: pain and pain and pain and more pain tinged with sweetness. Between the haze of Avernus and Raphael’s broad frame, a delightful shiver runs down your spine. From your skin, your loins and the ache in your soul, pain stings through them, making you one.

Never before have you felt so complete. 

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The Science of Why Raphael Won’t Get Tf Out of My Head

It’s your local doctor in cambion physiology here. I’m going to take you through my theory about why Raphael is stuck in our heads. It’s all based on Science™, of course. Some of these carefully studied theories are dependent on the fact that you are the owner of a uterus. If you aren’t, then idk. I can’t help you. You’re a medical anomaly. It’ll all make sense in a moment, don’t worry about it.

There are a couple of things that I believe are necessary for prolonged focus on a specific character (Source: The Devil, Bite. 2024: Pulled it out of my ass):

Attraction: It helps if said character is hot.

Versatility: I’ll explain later.

A feeling of being able to relate to said character

Attraction

There’s this theory about how women’s attraction to men changes in accordance with their menstrual cycles (source and source). Basically the study says that when a woman is at her most fertile, she prefers more traditionally masculine looking men. However, the rest of her cycle she might prefer men who lean more towards the feminine (both in general qualities and physical attributes).

The whole point of this, is that at ones most fertile, it’s full on monkey brain genetics going “he looks strong and male, so he’ll make good offspring”, while for the rest of the time, it’s more attractive to find someone who actually has good partnership potential. Someone who is reliable and caretaking, and who would be stable in a longer relationship.

I suppose you could sum it up to one being a more romantic attraction while the other is more of a primal and carnal attraction.

Now I want you too look at this very educational graph that I used a couple of minutes to slap together:

Basically, my argument is that though Raphael is not stable or caretaking in any form, the difference between the two forms still visually fits into the two respective categories. His human form for the rest of the cycle, and his cambion form (the ascended form too if you’re freaky, I guess) that seems more traditionally masculine when fertility is highest.

That means that you can look at his dumb face throughout your whole cycle, but might feel a shift in which one you find more attractive (if all this science stuff is correct).

Even if the science behind all of this is bullshit, I still believe that different forms help when it comes to not getting tired of looking at someone.

Versatility

I’m just going to say it, even though my heart might disagree: Raphael would not have the effect he has if he was a more explored character with more screentime in canon. We would all love more Raphael, but I really think the reason for his longevity in our minds is that he is still somewhat mysterious.

Which parts are actually him and which parts are performance? What is he like behind closed doors? How much devil and how much man is he? We don’t really know. We have been given puzzle pieces, but there’s still a loooot of space free for interpretation, which is honestly what makes him great.

It’s been said before in this little corner of the internet: there are so many versions of Raphael, and the great thing is that people are never fighting over which Raphael is the “right” one. Some prefer Soft!Raphael, while others prefer Dark!Raphael. The versatility of his character’s representation allows for that, which I know at least has kept me interested for a long time when it comes to writing him.

Being able to relate

In much the same vein as above, people find different ways to relate to him. The thing on top of that is the feeling that we shouldn’t be able to relate to someone like him, which adds a certain level of taboo to it which is interesting.

He is both the smoothest mf alive and the biggest cringefail loser behind closed doors. He’s obsessive, weird, and too fucking much to be near for a longer period of time. He writes his contracts as songs because he likes ‘whimsy’. He’s got daddy issues and makes that everyone’s problem. There’s a lot to him that someone would at least be able to relate to at some level.

In conclusion

He is without a doubt the character I have hyperfixated on for the longest time, and I know it’s the same for a few others. I genuinely believe it’s because there is so much to him. If you get tired of one aspect of him, there are always other aspects of him to focus on, both physically and psychologically, instead.

And there is some variation to the attraction that I atleast can feel myself. If I have written a lot of darker stuff about him for a while, I get the urge to write something softer, and the cool thing is that you can do that and it still makes sense with the character. My preference for his forms vary often too.

Even when I tried to focus on other characters, I found myself returning to Raphael, because those other characters were often too fleshed out canon-wise. It quickly bores me because then there is a limit to what you can do with them.

There is a lot to Raphael and he’s like a glob of clay. You can mold him into whatever you like.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

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Raphael Nsfw Alphabet ❤️

Wow it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these. A bit archaic but fun nonetheless

TW: Violence, control and Raphael generally being a cruel bastard

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He cares a lot for appearances. After he finishes, he’ll drop you in the pools of restoration before rushing to have the sheets changed and any other messes disposed of. Raphael then preens himself to hell (heaven?) and back, often leaving you to yourself.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Raphael loves his face. It’s why he’s particularly fond of mirror sex. 

His favorite part of you are your horns if you have them. He enjoys grabbing his more infernal partners by the horns as he rails them, forcing their head backwards to reciprocate his thrusts. If you are not a tiefling, he’ll settle for your chest and snake an arm around your breasts to hold you. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Devilish, to say the least. Almost warm enough to burn, tastes of spice and ash, and leaves a tingling sensation wherever it touches your skin. He produces enough to last him six or so rounds. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a lazy bottom. He’s a pillow princess. Basically everything he does with Haarlep. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Raphael is thousands of years old with thousands of years of experience. He knows of every kink and fetish in the planes’ and every weakness of the mortal body. He would be a near-perfect lover if he were not entirely preoccupied with pleasing himself. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Raphael prefers to have you sitting on his lap. It lets him hold you on display while he teases you into a squirming mess atop him. He’ll finally take you when he’s sure you’re desperate enough to come before him. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Many of the things that Raphael does are quite funny, though he himself does not think so. Best hold your tongue. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Raphael obsessively preens all parts of himself, nethers included. He has no body hair except a thin brown patch leading to his cock. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Devils do not desire intimacy in the way that mortals do. Raphael takes pleasure in control; he wants to be begged for and allowed far past your boundaries. Every act of intimacy—kissing, caressing— is just another facet to affirm his domination. 

If you ask for softness, he will oblige you only to satisfy himself. He’ll hold you like he owns you and kiss so roughly he draws blood. The only time you’ll hear praise from his lips is when he wants to talk you out of your reluctance, or to glorify your ruination. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Raphael pleasures himself through Haarlep. Due to the nature of his work, Raphael returns to the house only a few times a month; he promptly dives under Haarlep to get both his cock and ego stroked.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Humiliation, leashes and drawing blood. Unsurprisingly, Raphael is a sadistic bastard. He loves to leash you and“train” you into submission, often when you displease him. If he feels particularly irritable, he’ll incorporate weapons into these sessions; what he inflicts rivals the savagery of many Loviatan rituals. 

Haarlep sometimes joins in the debauchery. He’s more affectionate—a kinder lover than Raphael, but by no means less cruel. When you’re being shared, Haarlep will drug you with his saliva and take you until you’re a docile, fucked out mess beneath the both of them.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the bed in his boudoir. Sometimes in the hallways or on a loveseat, but always in the House of Hope. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Himself. And the aftermath of himself on you. Welts and bruises and cuts, how you beg and cry and scream his name, all because of him.  

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bottom for anyone but Haarlep. The closest you’ll get is riding him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Raphael sometimes gives, but only as foreplay, and only when you’re below him (he will never kneel). Considering how much he talks, he’s fittingly skilled with his tongue. 

Of course, he’s accustomed to receiving. He particularly enjoys breaking his partners in by training the gag reflex out of them. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. When he’s not angry he drags it out and savors every thrust. When he is, he fucks his rage out and scratches bloody rivulets into whoever is there to take him. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Every time Raphael has sex is a quickie lmao 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Everything Raphael does to you is a risk. Whips, knives, having Haarlep lap a bit of your soul away—anything that doesn’t seriously disfigure you is fair game. You occupy a mere moment of his eternal life, and thus he treats you like a passing commodity. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If Raphael actually puts in effort he lasts longer, though his stamina is by no means impressive. He partly makes up for it with how many rounds he can go without rest—six, usually enough to make his partner forget about his mediocre performance. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. He has a designated room for them. Built almost like a second archive. Every erotic device that was made in his lifetime is there. Everything. 

Including dildoized replica(s) of his dick. 

Raphael alternates between using himself and a toy to draw you closer to climax while delaying his own. He only allows Haarlep to use toys on him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Even for a devil, Raphael teases you a maddening amount. 

He’ll…

-Put you in a chasity cage and let Haarlep feed you aphrodisiacs. 

-Get bored mid-sex and leave

-Sit you on his lap and finger you for hours, only to then throw you off

-Tie you to a bed leg to make you feel the creaking as he fucks himself atop it

-Do the same to Haarlep (doesn’t work, he’s into it) 

…Just to name a few. 

He delights in frustrating you to the point of tears, to have you groveling on the floor in his behalf.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Raphael hums and growls, groaning when he’s especially aroused. His higher pitched noises are reserved for his incubus. 

The debtors outside the boudoir usually don’t hear anything. Except that one time…

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Imo Raphael is enough of a bastard that he moans his own name when Haarlep rails him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His human form as a slender penis longer than average with no other peculiarities. 

His fiend form though, oh my. Red like the rest of his body, a dark crimson tip, and ridged along the sides. The tip is curved upwards, making finding g spots easier. He’s quite large in this form, though still reasonable for most mortals to take. 

There’s also one on his ascended fiend form. It’s burns like hellfire and is too large for most mortal bodies. No one has laid with it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

High. High enough that Mephistopheles sent Haarlep to distract him. He has yet to outgrow the lust of his younger years.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No rest for the wicked as they say. Devils don’t sleep and he is no exception. If you do after a particularly rough night, he may throw you off the bed just to laugh as you jolt awake on the floor.

[velutfortuna]

Uh, guys...

Lanceboard - Raphael Romance Route - Part 1 BETA

This mod adds a new quest that allows the player to romance (or alternatively 'befriend') Raphael. Contains new dialog and location.

This looks very promising!

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I will sell my soul for this

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@angstyastro recently pointed out that you can cast “speak with the dead” on Haarlep’s corpse and ask if Raphael was a top or bottom and Haarlep basically intones he was a lazy bottom

And I just think it’s so funny you can even ask that as one of your limited five talking corpse questions

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I think if you really loved Raphael bg3 you would love him with the bad sex included. If you are like "yeah I like raphael but i want him being good at sex" you don't really want him you want Haarlep