#raphael the cambion

[zyrart]

Not finished but liking the look

[oniishi]

I'm a Raphael drawing machine

[bitethedevil]

Why can’t Raphael fly if he has wings?

“It’s not necessary when he can teleport”/“He just can’t”/“The developers didn’t find it necessary to implement”

❌ Wrong. Boring. Silly. Stupid.

“Between his phat ass and humongolagongeus balls he can’t get off the ground and it keeps him earthbound”

✅ Correct.

[bg3-brainwormed]

I was already laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe, and then I saw these tags

help

I choked on a carrot while editing this because I couldn't stop laughing

[infernalwraths]

[msrhaxoz]

Fade away

[reverieblondie]

What if Raphael teleported himself to Tav and she just so happens to be completely naked? Like they haven't really begun courting yet, and BAM! Now he is in her home and he is seeing the object of his affections interests in all of her glory when he wasn't expecting to.

Bonus points if Tav is super calm about it - minus any initial surprise - and just sighs and casually goes to start covering up, maybe while saying "So what can I do for you, Raphael?" or mumbling something like "And this kind of thing was why I asked Korrilla to tell me when to expect you. So much for 'that would never happen'... "

You can decide what happens from there.

A/N: Thank you for this ask! I actually have made this ask a part one to another ask that will be its part two. ( I hope that makes sense! ) Anyway, sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy! Starts off steamy but the ending is more silly. MDNI! 18+ only!

Oops...

He tries to focus on the show in front of him. Raphael crosses his legs. Lounging back in his chair, he intently watches as Harrlep makes the moaning tiefling bend over on all fours. 

These are always his favorites when a client so enamored with him is rewarded with Haarlep. It's the perfect cycle, the client is rewarded for their loyalty, Haarlep is fed, and Raphael gets to feel the ghost of pleasure on his cock as the person is beautifully ravaged. Always so captivated as sharp claws traced down their backs letting beautiful drops of crimson cascade down their skin and decorated his satin sheets. Then there is the musical sound of horse wanton moans with desperate cries of more. 

But today… It's doing nothing. 

Even as Harrlep yanks on the man's tail, making him scream and rut himself back on the incubus's  cock faster. It still stirs nothing; Raphael looks down at his crotch, where he feels everything but nothing in making it swell. He's never had this problem before, and now he's bored of this show.

"Stop, stop," he commands, making Harrlep pause their thrust. 

Haarlep sighs, rolling their eyes while pulling the man's tailback, keeping his ass warming their cock. "Do I need to remind you about critiquing my fucking again?" 

Raphael sneers at the incubus, "No. I'm simply bored." 

Haarlep smirks, leaning down to the man, lifting his head by the horns to face Rapheal. The man's dark eyes are full of tears, his cheeks flushed and panting for breath. "Hear that, darling? You're boring the master…" 

Their words of cruelty taunt as the man's cock throbs, precum drooling out as he lets out a sob. Haarleps's hips started to roll again at the delicious sound and the feel of his quivering. Incubus are always so torturous to their meals. 

Raphael waves a hand before Haarlep can resume their pace, "Go take him somewhere else; leave me alone." 

Haarlep hums, continuing to tease their current meal, til a cruel smirk twists to their lips. "So sorry, pretty boy, but Raphael would have preferred to watch a little mouse instead."

They snap their fingers before Raphael can yell at Haarlep and disappear with the man. They will take all they can from him to get their fill. Raphael has been rather neglectful to his incubus as of late… but to mention you of all people…

Raphael twists his chair to face his desk where contracts sit, waiting in their draft forms. It takes no effort from him to pluck up one of the rolls of parchment and find the contract he had written just for you. You're so clever, having never signed it, much to Raphal's annoyance. Though his mind still lingers back to you. And though your name is not here, it still echoes in his mind. Haarlep, as insufferable as they are, does have a point… Raphael longs to see you, to see you in his bed… though he wouldn't be just watching on the side, Raphael would be the one tracing his long nails down your body, the one to be thrusting you into submission as your body sweats and quivers to take all of him. 

The mere thought of it makes his body grow hotter, and his cock finally twitch. Raphael rolls his eyes at himself; those thoughts get him to stir. 

Not only has Raphael been thinking of your body and how it could be twisted for all of his pleasures, but he also just wonders about you and what you're doing… He could send Korrilla to spy on you, though he doesn't know if he could merely be satiated with retelling your daily happenings. No, he wants to witness it, watch as you wake, follow you as you stroll through the city, and see your wit and quick nature to the worms that dare test you or flirt with you.  

The thought makes him sneer. He needs to get eyes on you; the sooner, the better. Standing, Raphael makes sure his hair is fixed, and his clothes are present. Once he deems himself suitable, he snaps his fingers and lets the blaze transport him. 

Raphaels is already practicing what he will say once he sees you again, but as he's transported to you and finally sees you, all of that rehearsing goes out the window. When the cambion, after all this time, finally gets to see his little mouse, he gets the privilege of seeing her in all her natural glory. From the steam and water running down the curves of your body, it's clear to him that you have just gotten out of the bath. The other thing he observes is that you don't seem all that surprised to see him.

You eye him up and down before rolling your eyes and reaching for a towel. "You have impeccable timing, Raphael..." You wrap yourself up and stroll over to the cambion. "What can I help you with, Raphael?"

Raphael feels his whole body approach him. You could help him with things... but those desires are forced to wait.

"Mouse, I'm hurt. How do you know this isn't just a friendly visit? "

A scoff leaves your throat as you turn away from him, dropping your towel as you do behind a Changing divider. "You don't do friendly Visits in my experience..."

 Raphael tsk. "my, you are cynical.."

You come from behind the divider in a simple outfit, and only you can enhance it into something beautiful... You fold your arms over and do that slight frown that drives him mad... "What have you come for?"

You... he Wants to say, but he bites his tongue.

Raphael is trying to keep his cool facade and does some quick thinking.

"Well, mouse, if you must know... I'm here for your home."

You look at him confused, "My home? Why?"

Raphael steps forward, carefully brushing your hair from your shoulder. "The house of hope has been... busy as of late... the screams, the questions from servants, Haarleps... loud feeding... it's all so distracting... even a devil needs an escape."

"Why my home?"

Rapheul smiles at the simple question, "You have always been my favorite client's mouse."

A Smile threatens to curl to your lips," so you want to use my house as an escape? What if I'm not here?"

"I can find my way around..."

"What if I'm here

"I wouldn't mind, it is your house…"

You think momentarily, "What if I bring a guest over?

Raphael Shrugs as his fingers trace your skin, "Tell them I'm your roommate ... or your lover…

Raphael feels you tremble, "What's the catch?"

"No catch, just sometimes unexpected company." 

You think long before nodding, "Fine, but I have some terms for you to follow." 

"Deal." 

[drownedrow]

do you guys ever think about how Raphael is very conservative and rather overdressed for the Hells, like bro has a frilled collar like no you can’t even see my neck whereas Enver dresses very slutty for a human in a position of power on the material, like compare him to the other patriars at the coronation- his tits are out.

Basically they’re both saying “fuck you dad I’m my own person.”

[himbodruid]

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[sanriowendigo]

I need him so bad

[infernalcornerzine]

Merry Christmas little mice...

Raphael has penned a poem especially for you to mark the occasion.

[lanafofana]

Can i ask for Raph x Tav

3.Foreheads pressed together, a silent way to say “I’m here”

after they won a war with Zariel over Avernus?

Thank you for the ask, beautiful anon! Behold!

Warnings: gore? A little bit.

More ask prompts for "touch" HERE

The sword slipped from her grip unexpectedly. She hadn’t meant to let go and the sound of it clattering on the palace floor is disconcertingly loud in the cavernous chamber. Tav stares at her empty palm for a moment, dazed and exhausted.

The battle for Avernus had been fierce and bloody. And long. Time moved differently in the Hells and with no sun or moon it felt even longer. Has she been fighting a day? A tenday? A year? Swallowing, hardly aware of the taste of ash and blood, Tav stood straighter and shook her head as if surfacing from a dream. She had to focus.

Where was Raphael?

Her heartbeat began to pound in alarm. Her breaths came in shorter bursts as alarm slipped into panic.

They had won, hadn't they? The violence of the encounter between Zariel and Raphael had shaken the foundation of the entire palace. When Zariel had fallen the entirety of Avernus had felt it in their bones as her hold was released. Like a grip on your heart that you didn't know was there until it was gone.

So where was Raphael?

Shaking off the ugly sense of foreboding that clawed at her, Tav swept her sword off the floor and stepped nimbly between the corpses she had felled.

The palace was so quiet. After Zariel had fallen there had been chaos as her army splintered; her chain of command trying to maintain some sense of control while hordes of hellish creatures seized their sudden freedom and ran. Not all had fled however, the scattered bleeding and smoking bodies attested to some infernal loyalty still at play within Zariel’s ranks.

Or, Tav thought grimly, perhaps they wanted a chance to seize Avernus for themselves.

Beneath her boots the polished stone of Zariel’s palace was filthy and the deeper into the beast she roamed, the more smeared with blood and bile it became. At last she approached the throne and nearly sagged to the floor in relief.

Raphael, enormous in his ascended fiend form, sat on Zariel’s throne. Around him lay the bodies of those he had sundered. It could have been a hundred or a thousand carcasses, Tav wove through and around them without seeing them, her eyes fixed on her quarry.

He sat somewhat awkwardly and the closer she got the reasoning became more apparent. Large gashes littered his frame, several still bleeding sluggishly. Standing on the dias of the throne Tav paused to inspect him more carefully. His eyes were dim with exhaustion, when he exhaled the air wheezed from between his jaws bordering on a whine. Across his chest a wound so deep she could see the black of his bones had her stomach clenching in horror.

“Raphael?” Her voice felt too small and too human to be uttered in this place. The devil hardly seemed to notice her, his eyes drawn down, expression almost...lost.

At his feet lay the corpse of Zariel herself, a ruin of torn flesh and bones.

Drawing closer Tav placed a hand on her lover’s jaw and with a snap of his neck he was looking at her, hellfire thrumming in his veins.

When he took her in he sagged, eyes shutting. “I forgot,” he began, his voice a rough growl, more beast than man in this form. The words slithered into her mind.

Her reserves were depleted. And even now, with his body tattered, Raphael held more power in his claw than she would ever hold in her entire body. But it physically hurt her to see him so flayed and so she mustered her will and pressed a spell into his flesh, ignoring the way her vision swam and her body trembled.

“What did you forget?" she asked.

“Raphael?” She prompted when it seemed he was only going to continue staring at her.

He shook his mighty head. He transformed into his cambion form, the heat of his magic a balm to her frazzled nerves. He glanced down at Zariel but though that's where his gaze was fixed, in his eyes she saw him travel still farther away.

“I forgot how she could get in your mind…manipulate what you saw. I–” The cambion frowned. “She showed me visions, I watched you fall in battle.” His lip curled in a snarl. “A hundred times, a thousand. Every fiend she sent at me had your face…I thought I–”

Tav grabbed his face before he could look away, before he could hide how the idea of her demise had distressed him. She shushed his protest and pushed her face to his. This close she could just barely smell the cherries under the blood and smoke. It brought a smile to her cracked lips.

“I’m here,” she soothed. He moved, and while she expected her surly lover to push her away or brush her aside he surprised her again when instead his arms encircled her and tugged her closer.

Straddling his thighs and sliding her arms around his neck Tav felt the last of her strength give out. Her already blurry vision darkened but strong arms tightened around her, holding her to his chest securely.

“Rest,” he said. “Rest, you foolish mortal. I’m here.”

[nepherit]

The Devil You Know 👑

I've been thinking about drawing his card for a while. Here he is, Raphael dressed in his finest silks ...

[junorsky]

finally, a worthy opponent!

~

Yes I love suddenly making fighting screens out of fandoms that have nothing to do with the fighting genre. Lawful evil against chaotic, let's go!

[punderdome]

They will eventually fall into his trap. And that, love, was that

When the misadventurer you’ve been obsessing over doesn’t take the meticulously crafted deal you offered seriously.

[pengychan]

So I failed the "paint me a clearer picture" roll outside the Mausoleum for the first time and Raphael was a huge bitch about it.

"Hey just so you know, death incarnate is in there." "Can you elaborate?" "What am I, your mom?" "Didn't you come specifically to warn me--" "Fuck you."

Understandable sir, have a good day.