~ 18.10 - Raphael ~
Dom!reader x sub!raphael - reader is gender neutral
Warning: mouth inspections, body writing, (implied) automysophilia, choking/ asphyxiation, degradation, dacryphilia, teasing, humping, (roleplay) diagnoses, light manhandling, praise kink, Rara kidnaps you lol, fuck buddies
~ Word count: 4.4k ~
Nini!rant: this event happened before kinktober day 9, aka the Michael fic lol
Kinktober list 2024/2025
The dynamic you shared with that angel was a strange one, indescribable and hard to explain, you couldn’t quite put a label on it. It had some aspects that shared the same traits of sex partners, yet he was obviously harbouring ulterior motives, and you wouldn’t call each other anything more familiar than strangers. You couldn’t tell if he got feelings for you, or if it was just a fleeting fancy. As for what you thought of him, only you would know the best.
Despite you being fully aware that what you were doing was fraternising, your encounters with that individual didn’t cease to exist, in fact it got you in a chokehold. An addiction you couldn’t quit. Can it be counted as betrayal to sleep with your enemies? If you asked the avatar of lust about it, he’d surely disagree. Whatever, no need to dwell on something that has happened already, you didn’t really care anymore. Maybe you did the first few times you acted on your own, but now— it has become natural, some kind of habit even. You hated how you got used to his presence.
Besides, if you found out the right thing to do in this situation was contradicting what your gut told you to do, you’d just ignore that silly moral compass. You didn’t own anyone anything, and if you wanted to keep seeing that seraph, then that’s your decision to make. With that being said, you found yourself in front of a familiar building. A tavern of some sort, with private rooms to stay the night located on the second floor. The moment you entered, the boss asked if you’ll book the ‘same as always’ without looking up from the counter.
That’s right, you’ve become a recurring customer before you knew it, could be due to you appreciating how this old men here knew how to shut his mouth. “Same as always.” You replied, and he tossed you a bundle of keys. “Ya’ know the way.” He didn’t even bother showing you to your room anymore, and you couldn’t help but snicker. To simply be treated for who you are, as any other living being, it has become a feeling so unfamiliar now, which is why you adored moments like these.
The attitudes shown to you in the past few weeks were two extreme. Obsessive love and carnal lust, or the most intense hatred you’ve ever received in your life. All of it directed towards a part of you that didn’t belong to you. Though the fact that the owner was tight-lipped wasn’t your only reason for choosing this establishment. Another example would be that they have a great cook who can prepare very delicious meat based dishes, or that you always get the biggest room with the best view.
With that came a pretty large balcony, with enough space to allow a certain blond haired angel to descend upon and land. This was your not-that-secretive way to smuggle him into a private space, alone with you, without being found out. Never did any bystanders witness your rendezvous, and for some reason it always worked. You’ve been puzzled about that for a while now, surely this couldnt only be a coincidence, right?
As always, you made your way up the squeaking stairs, unlocking the door like you normally do, only to see something out of the ordinary sitting on the tangled white sheets of the king-sized bed. Someone you didn’t expect to meet this soon. “Raphael? Here already? Did something happen?” You wondered openly, especially because he seemed troubled. How strange, you weren’t used to this view. The only expressions you were used to seeing from him were apathy, anger, or ecstasy.
After closing the door and making sure it was locked properly, you dropped the key onto the a nearby shelve and walked over to the male. From the moment you opened the door up until now, he’s been following you with his bloody red eyes, observing your every move. Like a predator carefully leering at its prey, waiting in silence. He almost didn’t stir at all as well, though he only managed to keep that facade going until you stood right in front of him.
“You aren’t answering, how rude.” You mocked, crossing your arms over your chest, glancing down at him as he mumbled, “…it’s nothing for the likes of you to worry about.” His tone was telling you a different story though, as well as his actions and body language. Why would he arrive so early if he wasn’t looking to met or talk to you? It wasn’t like he had any friends down in hell, and neither was he fond of this place.
You scoffed at his lie, tempted to grab a fistful of his hair and make him look at you properly, but deciding against it at the last second. Why? Because the seraphim reached out for you first, wrapping his arms around your waist and thudding his forehead against your pelvis. “What are you doing, want me to comfort you or something?” Your taunting wasn’t enough to make him stop, and he simply nuzzled closer to you, inhaling your scent. Weird, he was normally pretty reactive to your teasing, you didn’t know he could also act this nonchalant.
“Raphael?” You changed your earlier playful tone to a more serious one, staring down at the boy clinging to you so tightly. When he didn’t respond yet again, you cupped his chin and made him look at you, snapping his head upwards, surprised at the flustered sight of him. Cheeks flushed as he wore a confused expression, furrowing his brows and averting his gaze. Now you understood why he was trying to hide, but what got him so shy? Do angels go through heats, or was he pent up?
A million possibilities ran through your mind, until his quiet voice snapped you out of it. “I feel weird.” Was all he said, alongside his groans of annoyance, continuing with, “it’s not the same as pain, but akin to it.” You blinked, did he have an illness you didn’t know about? Or is it another one of hell’s strange days where random things happen? “You’ve got to describe it better if you want me to help.” The blondie gave you a small grin, mocking, “I don’t think you can help me.” He stayed silent for a while, taking a deep breath before mumbling, “and I’m not sure.”
“Not sure?” Why is he playing riddles with you now, how irritating. “Not sure how to put it into words, you know?” Was his response, and you truly wondered how you even bothered helping him. At least he took the hint that you were irritated, and thought about it deeply, before coming up with comparisons, “It feels like someone’s squeezing the blood out of my heart. At first it’d stop when I’m near you, but now it keeps getting worse.”
A tightening feeling in his chest, it sounds like something you’ve heard before. If it was actually what you suspected, then he was suffering from one hellish illness. “I thought I’d understand it if I spend more time with you, but I’m just more confused. Did you do something to me?” He accused you, a glare forming on his face.
Seeing him ask so innocently made you feel bad for what you were about to do. That ‘feeling’, or rather— emotion he felt, you weren’t ready to reciprocate it in any way. Now you got your answer on what he thought about you, though you also wished you were left in the dark about it. Ignorance is bliss, that’s how the saying goes. “Of course I didn’t do anything, I’m not sure why you feel that way.” For now, you decided to act clueless to avoid responsibility.
Someday, he will find out the truth all by himself, and you’ll be met with quite the difficult decisions. But until that time comes, you’ve got plenty of time to think your choices through, to be able to give him a proper answer.
“Maybe you ate something wrong?” You teased, changing the topic, “tell me Rara, what did you eat today?” Your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, pressing down slightly to reveal a snipped of his teeth. He replied without any hesitation, “some devils I met on the way here, and lamb skewers.” After hearing that, you couldn’t help but smile, your stay down here really screwed your head up a little. These things became a daily occurrence, and you didn’t even question the credibility of his words.
“Must be the lamb skewers. Want me to diagnose you?” This caught his attention, and the blondie scoffed at you, “you really think you can find the root of the problem? I’m a being far too complex for your mortal mind to comprehend, unlike primitive creatures such as humans and devils.” Look at him getting all cheeky, was he trying to provoke you? Well if that was his goal he carried it out successfully, which is why you challenged him, “why don’t you let me try then, let’s see if that’s the truth.”
He eyed you down with his exposed eye, a hint of amusement and scepticism buried beneath, and he smirked, “kekeke, alright, if you are so eager to make a fool out of yourself.” It appears your little seraphim needs to learn a lesson or two. “At least I’m not the one clinging onto another all pathetically right now.” You reminded him, and his cheeks flushed at the realisation he was still hugging your waist like some soggy kitten. He instantly pulled back and coughed unnaturally, glancing to the side again. That kind of needy display wasn’t befitting his position..!
You grinned at the small win, and ordered him to strip for you, with the reasoning, “I need to see your body for the checkup, no?” Raphael obeyed without any resistance, back to being the obedient thing he usually was. Even you weren’t sure why he’d act all bratty at the most random times. It didn’t take long until the seraph was sitting on the edge of the mattress, all nude and bare, revealing his toned body for your eyes to feast upon.
Pale, unblemished skin marked with nothing but piercings fresh or old, decorated with the occasional bandages. It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t objectively attractive, a tempting piece of meat. His flesh took on a rosy colour tone at some places, making him look even more seductive. You knew he didn’t show his naked form to anyone willingly but you and god, and you felt a sense of pride at that fact. He was such a closet pervert, sticking so many yank-able objects onto himself.
Not to mention how he wasn’t wearing a chastity belt, something every other angel abide to. He stopped doing that after his first orgasm on Christmas, brought to him by your hands. What a mess he was for you, that’s what makes toying with him all the more fun. “Good job.” You praised him, and reached your hand out. He immediately rubbed his cheek against your palm like some cat, scratching you slightly with his band-aids. His hair framed his perfectly sculptured face, evidence that he was a creation sculpted by the lord himself.
A diagnoses, huh, that means you’ll have to write something down, no? But where and with what… you didn’t have any paper at hand, which means you’ll have to find a different surface to scribble on. That’s when you remembered the markers you got from dantalian, still stuffed in your pockets, and decided to use the red one. It’ll surely complement his pretty eyes.
Raphael saw the pen in your hands, but he didn’t think much of it, until he felt a tug from you. The hand he was once nuzzling against made him tilt his head upwards, allowing you to gaze down at him. “Open your mouth, birdy.” You commanded, and his jaw moved before he thought it through, as if your commands were branded into his brain, making him act on instinct. Once his lips were parted enough, you stuck your thumb inside carefully, telling him he wasn’t allowed to bite you, just in case he got funny ideas.
“Stick your tongue out as well.” You said, and didn’t have to wait long until he completed his task. Such a cooperative thing, unlike many others you’ve spend the night with. Afterward, you used your thumb to press down on the middle part of his wer muscle, spreading his mouth wider apart. “Let me take a good look at you…” the way you handled him made it difficult for him to breath properly, so he tried to regular his breathing through his nose.
Even so he couldn’t help the small gaging sounds escaping him here and there, arms kept behind him, clenching the bedsheets to help stabilise his balance. What he also didn’t expect was for you to take this so seriously, gawking at him like he was an interesting experiment, manhandling him however you wanted. “Nghh- hnng! A-anNnh…” Don’t blame him if his body’s got other, dirtier ideas. The sounds just kept spilling out on their own!
After hearing all that, you began inspecting him in earnest, even if all of it was only an act. Running a finger over his canines, causing him to open his mouth even further. Strings of saliva stuck from his lips to your skin, and the prolonged period of staying in that position made him start drooling. He didn’t know why he felt so… heated at the sensation of you fumbling around in his oral cavity, resulting in shivers running down his spine. All of that didn’t go unnoticed under your watchful eye, and you popped the marker open.
“How interesting, you are showing some unusual symptoms.” You cooed, and wrote down ‘PERVERT’ in big letters, right across his chest. “I think I know what’s wrong with you.” Raphael inhaled sharply at the feeling of something cold sliding over his skin, tickling him slightly. When you deliberately ran the tip of the tool over his nipples, he couldn’t help but buckle, causing you to smear your writing. “Raphael, stop moving. I can’t take notes like this.”
So mean, you were the source of his trembling, yet you are scolding him? He tried to complain, but due to your current situation, nothing but incoherent babbling left his throat. “Shhh, birdy, don’t chirp so much.” You chuckled, and resumed your previous exploration of the insides of his mouth, touching his palates to tease a reaction out of him. All of this was so weird, he could feel his heart quicken and pound against his chest, the sensation arguably worse to endure than the tightening one.
“Your teeth are kind of sharp, like an animals.” You commented, and marked another vocab down, a humiliating name this time, ‘y/n’s cute pet’. He winced as he read that, shoulders tensing and raised to his ears. “Hmm? Don’t like it?” Since he reacted so strongly, you asked to make sure he was still on boat with everything, and he shook his head meekly. How embarrassing that title was… yet he technically didn’t hate it. “So you do enjoy this… hehe.” Another subtle laugh escaped you, and you wrote down ‘sinful’ onto his pelvis. “Such a naughty angel, aren’t you scared I’ll corrupt you?”
He didn’t get any time to react to your comment, due to you suddenly tilting his face into any direction you wanted. First to the left, then to the right, observing him like some specimen. “That part looks fine, oh but that one… hmm, and this—” you mad him throw his head back, leaning closer dramatically, “that doesn’t look all that good. From what I can see, you are…” You muttered, an entertained smile plastered on your face before you continued, “…nothing but a dirty slut for me.” With that being said, you recorded it as well, writing ‘whore’ onto his smooth belly.
The change between insults and praise mixed together into a deadly poison, threatening to overwhelm his mind. All these pleasures he only got when with you made his head spin, but he had to endure, this was just another one of gods trials, testing his resolve. Though af the contrast of the object digging into his flesh gently and the lewd words it’s left behind wasn’t enough to make him want to moan out, you just had to stick your fingers down his throat out of nowhere.
“HnNghh…?!? MmHhh…! ♡♥︎” the angel whined out around your digits, feeling them brush his uvula. He wanted to cough and choke, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the bedcovers. At this rate the poor fabric’s going to tear. It just felt so good to have your skin on him, he had noticed this for a long time now, but he truly adored it when you two would conduct physical touches. Considering how aroused he’s become, it didn’t come as a surprise that he’d get a hard-on.
“Tsk tsk, filthy angel.” You whispered at the sight, and climbed onto the bed with one knee, placing it between his spread thighs. Lord, he really shouldn’t become so lustful over getting called ‘filthy’. After that, you leaned forward, rubbing his sex intentionally as the position made Raphael arch his back more and more, to the point his spine resembled a crescent form. You were towering over him while he had a beautiful arch, and you taunted, “getting turned on by being diagnosed? That’s not what it was for.”
Now you were lying through your teeth, no way you mean to say you did all that without the objective of getting him all hot and bothered. He could clearly see your smirk, and the way you were so engaged in everything. When he tried to protest, you ground your leg into his crotch some more, and he moaned in half-pain half-bliss, the vibrations of his voice muffled by your fingers. Precum stuck to your knees, and he was awfully excited. Skin glistening from the layer of sweat covering him, cheeks tainted in a dark crimson shade, toes curling from all the ecstasy coursing through him.
He like it, loved it even. The way you made him feel, the things you made him undergo, all of it were his firsts and he adored every second. That feeling of being plunged into a sea of pleasure, having it engulf and take over every part of his body… surely god created these mind-breaking sensations for the purpose of experiencing them, to have a taste of sweetness in this mundane life. And heavens did he adore basking in your warmth and light. “Y-y/nnn~ mhMm, huHh-haanngGhhh~ ♥︎♡♥︎” Don’t mind him moaning out your name, it’s proof that he’s enjoying himself~
Your fingers seeped deeper, down his trachea, triggering his reflexes. Which is why he began suffocating on them, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as a natural response. These soon began falling down, decorating his already debauched looking face, with his long bangs sticking to his forehead. He was acting so cute and docile, what a good little angel he was, you rewarded him by writing ‘good boy’ onto his collarbones, to which he shuddered in return.
“Nghhh— mHmfFfgg~ hnNghh…!! ♥︎♡♥︎” he groaned and whimpered at the stretch, trying to accommodate you accordingly, but his throat couldn’t stop spasming. Poor thing almost came in that moment, how humiliating that would have been! If he came this fast, he’d just be reinforcing the fact that he’s inexperienced! All the blissful ways his nerves messed with him, mentally or physically, was simply too much stimulation for a newbie. Sending so many waves of positive hormones travelling across every single part of his body, he really nearly reached the edge.
Raphael couldn’t believe how corrupted enlightened he’s become thanks to you, learning so many new ways to feel good. He wanted this precious moment to stretch a little longer, not wanting it to end just yet. But his impending climax was itching closer, you also knew due to how loud he’s become. “HnNghh, UhmM-mmfFgg~♡♡?!” Oh dear, hopefully you won’t get any noise complains.
He truly didn’t want to cum from something like this… from getting played and used with by you, yet he lost control over his own body. Sobbing under his breath as he felt the pressure on his dick getting stronger, and he tried to warn you about his impending climax, “mhhHuaww-haaHh, g-g-gunna’ c-cuuuUMmnHHh~!! ♡♥︎♡” his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as electricity ran through him, ropes of milky cum splurging out of his pathetic cock as it smeared your knee and his inner thighs, creating a sticky mess.
Such a messy wreck he was, shaking while his thick semen flowed down his shaft, plopping obscenely. The spit dripped onto his chest, now smeared with red ink. What a pity that it wasn’t water proof, this means you’ll have to repeat this process another time someday. Ah, are you finally satisfied? Now that he’s been turned into this withering ruin of a man? One day, you were going to be the death of him.
It took him a while to come down from his peak, a tear already forming in the bundle of cloth he was yanking at, you will have to pay the owner reparation cost later. Seeing the state he was in— reduced to a whiny, melting ruin, twitching in the aftermath of his own pleasure, still humping your legs all desperately… amazing, you pulled your fingers out of him, and glanced at the boy. You just had to write one last thing onto his sweat-covered body, and you had to be quick. The ink was starting to run, since his skin was moist, but you were still satisfied with the result even if it wasn’t perfect.
Scribbling down the sentence ‘property of y/n’, onto his torso, making sure to do it where there was still space. Now that your masterpiece was done, you close the marker and took a step back, admiring your fine handiwork. Saliva dripped all the way to his chin, obscene yet also quite cute words adorned his frame. His eyes were still glazed over from the bliss he just witnessed. It was simply heavenly, everything about him, from his appearance to his voice, such a stunning man.
When he recovered a little, he noticed how his limps were still shaking. He frowned at them, not liking the sight of him being so vulnerable. A heavy blush clouded his face, and he was pouting furiously. While raphael was rethinking all his life choices, you stared into the distance. There was much to do, was it really fine that you were out here slacking off fooling around? Since you were distracted right now, you didn’t realise the angel shifted his attention back to you again, staring at you intensely.
The moment you did get that intuitive feeling of someone watching you closely and turned your gaze back to the male, it was too late. Precisely because you weren’t focused, and he took advantage of that and lunged forward, taking you by surprise, stealing a deep kiss from you. This was one of his favourite things to do, and he smirked confidently as he murmured against your mouth, “I think I know what I want now.” You could still feel the phantom feels of his soft lips pressed onto yours, his warm breath tickling you ever so slightly.
“I finally understand why my heart is in its current state, to think your flimsy diagnosis’ were effective, consider me impressed.” Wait, now you were the one out of the loop. If he really did came to understand, does that mean he now knows that he was more fond of you than he expected? You didn’t like the sound of that, becoming more baffled at every sentence he spouted. This might become problematic later on, what to do?
While you were taken aback, lost in thought and still processing the events that happened up until now. Raphael grabbed his clothes and began putting them on simultaneously, which didn’t take long since his clothes were so baggy. As if destiny was keen on playing games with you, just as the blondie finished changing, a group of nobles outside surrounded the balcony, his only escape route. Right on clue, huh, did someone rattle him out? Was it you? No, most definitely not, he couldn’t imagine you hindering yourself like this.
Now was not the time to question such things though, this will require a change in his plans. Hmm… Didn’t matter, the details are just small stepping stones to the bigger picture anyway, nothing worth mentioning. After snapping out of your trance, you heard the noises coming from outside, thinking they sounded familiar, which is why you glanced towards the source of the voices: the balcony. The door to the exit was open, no wonder it was so loud— wait, since when was it open?
Out of nowhere the seraph picked you up and spread his wings, flapping them a few times before he flew out of the inn, dragging you along. Everything happened so quickly in the blink of an eye you barely got enough time to think, by the time you realised he was carrying you, your feet already left the ground, and you were soaring through the door into the clear blue sky. “W-woa— Raphael, what the heck are you doing?!” Your voice came out louder than intended due to the heat of the moment, panic breaking out since you were caught off guard.
Once you looked down to the ground, you were already too high up to stop him. If you fell from this distance, you could only hope you don’t survive it. You made out some faces of familiar devils, old acquaintances who desperately tried to get you back, to no avail. There wasn’t much they could do considering he was flying at such a roaring speed, with you in his arms. Any attacks would have a chance of hitting you, an in-comparison fragile human.
With their only two, and truthfully awful options weighed out, it was obvious they couldn’t do anything at the moment, only staring in disbelieve as he brought you all the way to the gentle clouds.
It seems you got kidnapped, by your enemy-to-fuck-buddy who developed feelings for you. Just great. Does that at least mean you’ll be able to do some sight-seeing in heaven?
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Nini!rant 2.0
Rara my fav whb angel! Who also wears an eyepatch like my lovely anaxa!
This one doesn’t have that much smut compared to my other fics, it actually has more lore?!? Like zam I’m writing a continuation of the angel series haha. Thta Gabriel one will be the last part to it, I really hope I can finish everything on time this year. I’ve been writing like crazy… after this I need a damn break.
The reason why I’m fond of Raphael, hmm, I guess it’s cuz he’s my first angel card. I still don’t own any other angel cards since I dropped the game, but during the time I did play he was the only one I got from the three angels across three accounts. Appearance-wise I thought I’d like Michael the best, since I like femine looking guys with long hair, but first come first serve and Rara stole that spot lol
