#raphael BG3
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oriixxc · 3 days ago
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you sure wanna interrupt devil’s poker night?
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alwachart · 2 days ago
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I need a time loop fic where he repeats this day over and over and over again
Can someone write it? I can't write otherwise I would do it myself
the house of hope quest is honestly so fucking funny when you think about it. you break into this guys house, steal his shit, fuck his bitch, make fun of him for being bad at sex, and then you just fucking kill him. raphael’s no good very bad day.
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french-teapot · 2 days ago
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Been really wanting to clean up this old sketch, cos the sketchbook spine going through it was really doing my head in, and I really liked it.
Doing it digitally definitely doesn't look as good though, but I'm glad it's a bit more whole now.
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oniishi · 23 hours ago
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silly devil
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bitethedevil · 2 days ago
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The True Meaning of Fear
Warnings: NSFW, Arachnophobia, Choking, Very Violent Oral, Abusive behaviour, Fear Play, Non-Con, Devils Who Are Deviling.
AN: I'm having fun writing more angsty and loving stuff for other characters like I mentioned in my update post, but sometimes you just got to write some fucked up Raphael stuff to clear your palate a bit. Seriously: mind the warnings. It’s…yeah…pretty fucked. I will be seeking professional help and saying some Hail Mary's to repent for my sins🚶‍♀️‍➡️Enjoy! 🫶
”Pleeease, Raphael,” she sobbed. ”It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Please what?” he asked with a smile and a soft tone that made him seem like the perfect image of innocence. “We are only having a conversation …”
She was not buying this attempt at lulling her into a false sense of security. She knew him. He had brought her to a cell in the bowels of the House of Hope. Had he simply wanted to talk, he would now have done it here.
“I will ask you again,” he said, still in that soft tone. “What did you see?”
She gave a small sob and shook her head. His yellow eyes narrowed slightly at her, but the smile stayed on his lips. He was in the cell with her too, on a chair in front of her sobbing form on the floor.
“What was it that frightened my little bird so much that she neglected all of her duties? I do so hate to repeat myself…”
Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to hold in more tears.
He had come home to find his house in complete disarray. Multiple dead debtors had laid scattered across the floor, as they had tried to defend the house against intruders. He had found her shaking in the corner of his office. A powerful fear spell had made her hide instead of dealing with the intruders or alarming Raphael.
He had been furious when he found her. He had lost a small fortune in gold and an invaluable staff that dated back to the early days of the Netheril Empire. He had yelled at her, but due to her fearful state, he did not receive the reaction he wanted. She had been too out of it to properly react to his words, so he took her here instead.
She could see from the way his tail flicked and the way he drummed his claws on the arm of the chair that he was running out of patience. She had to give him an answer.
“Death,” she lied and dried her tears with her sleeve. “I saw my own death.”
The corners of his mouth turned upwards in an amused smile and gave a huff of laughter.
“Death, hm?” he repeated. “Are you truly such a simple creature? I find that difficult to believe. If death was what you feared the most, you would not dare lying to my face in such a manner. Try again. The truth this time, if you would be so kind.”
She started shaking again and she could feel her skin become clammy. She had a good idea what would happen if she told him. She also knew what he would do to her if she did not. It was hard to decide which was worse.
“Come now,” he said, his tone softer again. “You will receive no judgment from me. Is it something embarrassing? Something completely irrational? Those do tend to be my favorites…”
She remained quiet.
“Or,” he said and looked at her with a bored expression. “I could bring the Omuan dreamcatcher in here, present you to every fear known to man, and I can deduce what it is from there. I’m certain that Hope would not mind if we borrowed it for the day.”
“No,” she said quickly. “No-no. Please don’t.”
She had seen how Hope had been after her time with the dreamcatcher. She was an empty shell of a person after those sessions.
She swallowed hard and looked at the floor in front of her.
“Spiders,” she admitted quietly. “I’ve never liked spiders…”
“Ah,” Raphael said with a satisfied smile. “A classic.”
She looked around. Her skin was tingling at the thought. She was already becoming paranoid.
“When did you acquire this fear? Were you always afraid of them?”
Her hand shot to the back of her neck where she felt a tingle. Nothing. It had only been her hair touching her. Her skin was becoming increasingly sensitive.
“As a child,” she said.
“Do elaborate,” he purred with a smile.
Her breath hitched at the memory a bit.
“I was in my bed,” she explained. “I turned to lay on my back and looked at the ceiling. I saw it just before it fell down into my face.”
“Mm,” he hummed. “That does sound rather unpleasant.”
His eyes slowly turned upwards to look at the ceiling above her. She flinched and looked up. Nothing. Raphael chuckled at her movement.
“I can almost hear your heartbeat from over here,” he purred. “Such a pretty sound…”
“I beg you, Raphael,” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything. Just please don’t—”
“Shh-sh-sh,” he hushed gently. “We are only talking.”
He leaned forward slightly in his chair.
“I am a jealous man, my dear. It’s one of my less attractive qualities, I’m afraid, but it is so. So, you must understand how it irks me to find that your fear of me is only second to that of the eight-legged vermin you seem to hate so much.”
Her hand darted up to her hair where she scratched her scalp. She swore that she could feel them everywhere, even though she knew that it was only her fear that made her feel things. For now, anyway.
She felt something hit her shoulder from above and squealed. She brushed her shoulder in a panic and swore that she felt something furry touch her hand as she did. She quickly moved her body away from the wall she had been sitting against, closer to Raphael and let out a whine. Her eyes searched where she had just sat but once again: nothing.
“Tell me,” Raphael said in an amused tone. “What do you think causes this fear of yours?”
She was practically sitting between his legs now. He ran his claws slowly over her scalp and it made her shiver in her overstimulated state. She wrapped both her arms over her head like a stubborn child refusing to let their parents comb their hair. She knew that she was pathetic, but she could not control it at this point.
Raphael brushed two claws against the back of her neck in a featherlight touch, making her flinch again. He still wanted an answer, and maybe as long as she spoke, he would not do anything. She quickly tried to construct a sentence in her scattered mind.
“I—I don’t know,” she said. “Too many limbs maybe. I don’t know.”
“Well,” he said with a mocking laugh. “I am one limb short of eight in this form. That doesn’t make you fear me any more than your eight-legged friends, evidently. It must be something else, mustn’t it?”
His claws tapped her arm in a way that mimicked a spider’s legs, and she flinched away from him. She moved back to where she was sitting before. She could see on his face that he was enjoying every second of this.
His smile widened as he unstretched one hand and snapped his fingers with the other. A fat, long-legged spider hovered over his hand, and she started crying again. She did not want to look at it, but on the other hand, if she did not, she could not know where it was. She watched in horror as the small creature clumsily and frantically tried to move in the air but could not.
Raphael studied it with a bored gaze while she pleaded for him to stop.
“Have you ever noticed how the creatures humans fear irrationally are rarely mammalian?” he mused over her sobbing. “Spiders, insects, snakes, birds…I do suppose rats and mice are an exception, but there is a theme, isn’t there?”
She had backed herself into the corner of the room. She could not get further away, and she was still uncontrollably crying.
“Cats, dogs, horses…Feeble-minded creatures, but the human need to anthropomorphize makes you believe that they are perhaps not so different from yourself. A spider, on the other hand…”
She let out a long whine as he pinned the spider to one position in the air and made it hover slowly towards her face. She screamed when it came to a stop in front of her. Its legs were still moving, but it was facing her. She could not breathe.
“It’s scared,” Raphael cooed mockingly. “Terrified, like you. Yet you cannot sympathize with it. Your brain will not let you. So much for human compassion, hm?”
He got up from his chair. He snapped his fingers, and the spider disappeared. He leaned down slightly and loosely put his hand around her neck. The claw on his thumb dug into her as he tilted her head back to look at him.
“Look at me.”
She whimpered and looked up at his face.
“Tell me, my sweet,” he purred. “What is it like to stare into the eyes of a creature and realizing that they do not work like you? That they do not have feelings in any way that you understand them? That there is nothing human in there…”
She looked into those yellow eyes of his and felt the same way as he just described.
“Terrifying…” she muttered.
“Good,” he said in a low growl, smiling at her. “Terrifying, yes.”
He snapped his fingers, and she felt something on her shoulder. She frantically tried to move away, but Raphael’s grip around her neck tightened. He pushed her head back against the wall.
“Don’t. Move,” he said firmly. “You are not leaving this cell before you realize that the only thing in this world you will ever need to fear, is me. Serve me well, and you will never have to fear at all…”
She felt the spiders furry legs move slowly over her skin. She gasped for breath as her tears started rolling down her cheeks again. She knew that Raphael would not stop this before she did as he said. His grip loosened when he saw her freeze instead of continuing her attempt to flee.
He let go of her and stood up tall to admire her pathetic state on the floor. He began unbuttoning his doublet while he watched. She felt the spiders legs on her collarbone, slowly making its way across her chest. She sobbed quietly and did everything in her power not to move.
“I think it likes you,” Raphael purred in an amused tone.
He hung his doublet over the chair. He was only in his white shirt and pants, and she could now see just how excited the whole situation was making him. His erection strained against his pants. He walked closer to her so that he was now towering above her.
He slowly tipped her head back with a claw under her chin.
She screamed but the fear had now paralyzed her so much that she could not move even if she wanted to. There were hundreds of them above them on the ceiling, and they were all the size of a palm. The scream turned into a sob as she stared upwards.
He was smiling in an almost fond way as he feasted on her terrified expression. She felt his hand cup her cheek. He wiped the tears on her cheeks with his palm, before moving his hand to his now freed member. He gave it a few lazy strokes, using her tears to lubricate his length while he watched her with a heavy-lidded gaze. He gave a content sigh.
He put his thumb and index finger on each side of her jaw with his free hand, forcing her to open her mouth.
“If I feel teeth, I will show you the true meaning of fear,” he warned.
He ran the tip of his cock over her bottom lip, smearing his precum on her trembling mouth. He pressed his cock inside and her mouth closed around it. A deep groan escaped his mouth.
“Such a good girl,” he purred with a smile.
He began slowly moving in and out of her mouth with languid thrusts. His hand moved to where the spider had nestled in her cleavage to pick it up. He gently placed it on her head, making her sob around his cock. She choked as she forced herself not to bite him. He growled in pleasure.
“We are making such wonderful progress, my dear,” he said. His voice was slightly breathier and huskier now. “I believe that you are beginning to understand… Fear does not excuse negligence.”
Her eyes closed shut as she could feel the spider’s legs on her face. She whimpered, but the sound came to an abrupt end when he shoved his cock further down her throat. He gently shushed her and caressed her tear-stained cheek with his thumb. She could not breathe.
She gagged but he did not seem to care. The sounds she made, the way her crying and trembling was making her throat feel, the way she looked so utterly pathetic: it was pure bliss for him. He suddenly snapped his fingers. She felt the spider on her face disappear. Her eyes opened and she looked at the ceiling: nothing.
She did not get to revel in her relief before Raphael started fucking her face with hard, violent thrusts. His hand clasped around her throat again in a hard grip. She could not breathe at all, and she started squirming and panicking. Her limbs flailed as she tried to get away, but her back was up against the wall. There was nowhere to move.
She tried pushing him away, hitting his legs, but he was unmovable. She looked up at him with panicked and pleading eyes, and it only seemed to excite him further. He did not cease his violent assault on her face.
“I lost a small fortune,” he growled. “All because of a frightened, stupid, little girl.”
She tried everything to move, but his grip on her only tightened when she did. Soon, she would not have the energy to fight anymore. Her throat was hurting so much. The grim thought that this might be how she died flashed into her mind, making her panic even worse.
“Nothing would excite me more than watching the life leave your eyes,” he growled as if having read her thoughts. “Instead, I think I will let this be a reminder to you, dear girl: the next time you feel tempted to let your fear control you, remember what it gets you… Nothing.”
She stopped moving and she could feel herself slowly beginning to lose consciousness. He shoved his cock as far down her throat as it would go. Her nose was brushing against his pelvis. It was painful and she felt like throwing up. He gave a deep groan as he came down her throat.
She gasped for breath when he pulled out. She coughed hard. She spat a mix of blood, cum, and saliva onto the floor in front of her as she wheezed for breath. She felt like throwing up, but she couldn’t.
When she finally looked up, Raphael was watching her with a small smile as he began buttoning his doublet.
“I trust you have learned your lesson?”
She nodded quickly. She could not stop coughing, and every cough felt swallowing knives.
“Good,” he purred. “You did well…”
He turned and opened the door to the cell with a snap. She tried to scramble to her feet to follow him out. Just as she had gotten up off the floor, he stepped outside the cell and closed the door in her face.
He smirked as he looked at her for a long moment. Then his eyes slowly drifted to the ceiling above her. Her lips began trembling again as she kept looking at him.
“Korrilla will come get you in the morning,” he said in a cold, even tone. “If I have decided to forgive you by then…”
There was the softest thud as she felt something land on her shoulder. Then another on the floor. Then another as she felt something fall off her head. Then another.
There were no more tears in her, and no screams came out of her ruined throat. Just a quiet, broken wheeze came out of her mouth as she looked upwards.
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adinfernumadinfinitum · 14 hours ago
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I thoroughly believe Volo is still alive only because he’s favored by the gods for crack, so he would survive pissing Raphael off too #lmao
Unstoppable Force VS Immovable Object
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agent-jaselin · 2 days ago
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Had to do this idiot twice cause i messed up the first one XD
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ultrakatua · 2 days ago
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Ok so I want a pet play (puppy, kitten, bunny, little fox, mouse, whatever you want) with leashes and going on all fours and tails!
Bonus point: Raphael taking it SUPER seriously and losing his patience if Tav / Durge does what a cat (e.g.) is not supposed to do.
Your chances of survival as a caught little mouse may as well be null, but you know for a fact that the devil much prefers a cat… So, a cat you shall become.
CW: all of the above + NON CON (oral, fingering, PiV), butt plugs, physical punishments, degradation, humiliation, Raphael being a level 666 freak, just dark in general
I had a loooot of fun writing this in case the fact I wrote over 5K in four days wasn't clear enough, so thank you for the prompt, and I hope you'll enjoy it :)
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vipershy · 1 day ago
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👿🤨
Raphael in his armour 👌🏼 and fantastic facial expressions…constantly feel judged😂
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octarinecat · 3 hours ago
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I did some quick clothes study today. If you help me, then I can put Raphael in it. So, which one?
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nepherit · 5 months ago
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The Devil You Know 👑
I've been thinking about drawing his card for a while. Here he is, Raphael dressed in his finest silks ...
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housegoblin · 7 months ago
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Baldur’s Gate 3: But Make it Cats (and 1 dog) 🐱🐶
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vipershy · 2 days ago
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lol! 100% would squish his face❤️😂
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catsharky · 4 months ago
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The capacity to work on more demanding stuff is still eluding me, so meme redraws it is, I guess.
I'm using this as an excuse to draw some characters I haven't had a chance to yet lmao
The original images these are based on under the cut:
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vipershy · 2 days ago
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Nyx and Raphael🫢
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rrredgi · 6 months ago
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How's that for Calimshan rules?
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