#raphael x tiefling tav

[cambion-companion]

Tail Talk

Based on this anon ask:

I would love to see more smut with raphael and a Tiefling tav- Some tail to tail action !! And stuff involving horns..

AND inspired by the art piece where the Tiefling OC has a "heart tail" position around Rolan because I love the idea of Tieflings having tail language.

Especially if our Tiefling Tav is unaware they're doing it.

Raphael x gn!reader

Your tail flicked like an agitated cat. "I'm working on it, Korilla. I was close to success when you whisked me back here." You gestured to the familiar lavish dining hall, the grand fireplace crackling behind where you stood upon the marble floor.

"Our master wishes to speak with you." Korilla raised a preemptive hand to ward off your questions. "Don't ask me why, you know how he is."

"Hmm." You did indeed. You had been his warlock for a shorter time than Korilla, yet his theatrical and often contradictory nature still kept you on your toes.

"And do try to keep that tail of yours in check this time, yes?" Korilla gave you her trademark smirk. "I think he's beginning to notice."

"Notice what?" You were quite puzzled but the Dwarven woman just waved you off and sauntered back to the archive, leaving you alone to wait. "Notice what?" You asked a little louder at the empty doorway she'd disappeared through.

"Hells it's hot." You tugged at the collar of your shirt uncomfortably, familiar with the stifling heat, yet never as comfortable as you were in biting cold climates.

"Indeed." Raphael's voice made you turn, his leathery wings and red skin glowing in the flame light. "This is hell, my dear."

Your tail immediately stilled from its nervous swishing, the blood rushing to your cheeks as it always did when he caught you by surprise.

"I asked you to have an update on your progress." Raphael cocked an eyebrow as he slowly circled around you. He clasped his hands behind his back, observing your comparatively diminutive form. "Two months ago. Perhaps I've been too lenient with you."

"No." You quickly protested.

"I am not one to coddle my servants." Raphael looked you up and down and smiled, looking for all the world like the cat who got the cream.

"No, I know." You said, wanting to turn to face him but hearing the edge in his pleasant tone. "I was almost there when Korilla-"

Your words broke off in a short gasp as you felt a large hand press hot against the small of your back. Raphael leaned over your shoulder, his breath tickling your ear. "Your words paint an idyllic picture, yet the rest of you is quite beyond your control. Is that not so?"

Genuinely confused, you furrowed your brows, your heart hammering in your chest. "I don't know what you mean."

Raphael chuckled and the sound alone sent a shock of feeling to your core. "You truly aren't aware." He slowly withdrew and circled back around until you were chest to chest. "For such a precocious flower, I expected more."

His glowing eyes roved your puzzled expression, self-satisfaction practically oozing from him. His long devil's tail whipped around and tangled with yours. You let out a small squeak of surprise.

"Your tail, my dear." Raphael explained, his tail continuing to twist and pull with your own. "It betrays you."

With a wave of his hand, a large standing mirror was conjured beside you, the reflection of the hearth fire nearly blinding you for a moment. His tail trailed down your leg to wrap around your ankle and Raphael gestured broadly for you to look at yourself. He watched you closely as you turned your face to the shining mirror.

"Oh." You said, your cheeks burning.

"Eloquent as ever." Raphael sounded amused, though something simmered below the surface.

Your tail had been curving in the shape of half a heart, slightly raised at the base in a universal signal of wishing to mate. You quickly let it fall to a normal position, unwilling to look back at your master.

Long fingers tucked beneath your chin and coaxed your face back to his. Raphael's tail slithered slowly up to your thigh, you thought for a moment you were going to succumb to the heat and faint, but his fingers beneath your jaw grounded you.

"I do not mind." Once sure you would not turn away, Raphael released you. "For the present, we have other matters to attend to. Do not think I will forget this revelation, however."

[taneysha-pictures]

I was actually very surprised when he was rude to me.

[azperja]

Raphael and Josi

Comm drawn for gaeldricge

[adarlingmess]

They changed Raphael's horns, now I had to overpaint my old art + close up because I am obsessed with every line and pore on that bastard's face

[dantent]

tav, trying to flirt with raphael but rolling a nat 1: if i had to pick a favorite tea... i would pick you, shaw-tea *winks*

raphael: ...

raphael: im surrounded by idiots

-later that night-

raphael in his bed, still thinking about tav: fuck...

[oniishi]

cmm for Ephraal

✨ commissions are open ✨

[rielzero]

A Devil You Can Kiss

Oh, for those wondering, I have a lot of stuff in my askbox atm, that I'm hoping to get to at some point :) If you have questions for my ocs or want to see me draw my ocs in certain scenarios, a reminder that askbox is always open. I'm just slow and juggling between projects.

[corelle-vairel]

Lives, all mortal lives, expire ♫♪♪

Comm from facebook

[oriixxc]

[dark-and-kawaii]

love knowing that you’re into bg3 like so many of us Kiwi! Did you love all the romance options or do you wish we could’ve had others because have you seen Dammon and Raphael! Glad to have you back with us btw!

AWHHHHH STOP!!!! You’re going to make me cry! It’s so good to be back on here, honestly!!! Now to answer your lovely question!!!

I was honestly happy at first but the more I played the game the more I saw the potential in adding other characters as romance options…

𝓩𝓮𝓿𝓵𝓸𝓻:

Like, I fell in love with Zevlor the moment I met him and I honestly would’ve picked him over Astarion for my first playthrough if he was an option -yeah yeah I know unpopular opinion.

But as I continued I was so confused as to why he wasn’t available for us because if you don’t go Minthara’s route then he would’ve been the perfect substitute because HELLOOOOO PALADIN!!!!

Not to mention during act two that would’ve been a perfect redemption ark for him, like there was SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!! Like he literally needed a hug after all the shit he’s been through and we weren’t able to grant him that…

He’s been with us since Act one… Up until the end he was with me. So I ask Larian, why wasn’t I allowed to travel and bed with this man!?

Grinds my gears man!!! I’m trying not to spoil too much in case someone hasn’t played yet.

𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷:

Okay okay okay, as for Dammon…. Yeah no, I fucked up bad with him my first play through… uhhhhh he kinda died when the tieflings and I attacked the Druids 🥲 Oops. But during my second run I realized my mistake and he’s very much alive right now 😂!!!

With Dammon I don’t necessarily want him for myself, but rather for Karlach. I ship those two so damn hard it’s unreal!!! He loves her so much, you can just tell 🥹

And when he tells her she’s very touchable, I always kick my feet and giggle!!! Adorable to the max!

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵:

-Gods, just look at him… I love him so much UGHHH!!!-

Now as for our beautiful, smug, elegant cambion, Raphael… OOOOOF don’t get me started because the mouse would’ve pounced on the cat. I LOVE, and I do mean LOVE Raphael. Everything about him I just adore, and again SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

If you go his route there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be able to romance him. Like if you let Haarlep use you and you leave house of hope it indicates that Raphael is doing the nasty with Haarlep in your form once you leave. There’s clearly something there!!! So why can’t we!? I feel they left it during his ending that there might be a dlc for him, I hope, maybe… Also can we all agree that Raphael would’ve been another great villain ending with Tav???

The relationship between Tav and Raphael in game is already so interesting, and if you break into the house of hope to steal from him he looks extremely hurt that you betrayed him. Not to mention he’s like the only one who’s actually upfront with you, I don’t feel like he really hid anything unless you’re dense -no offense-.

Another thing, just because Haarlep says Raphael is bad in bed doesn’t mean he actually is. I feel a lot of individuals forget what Haarlep is 😂 sex is basically their thing.

Not to mention his little helper is basically always saying “he can’t stop talking about you.”

Plus, hold on, we can romance Mizora but not him… Nah!!!

𝓖𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓱:

A lot of people have said Gortash, which at first I didn’t really understand but that’s because I was a huge simp for Karlach and if you’ve played you know…

However the more I play and the more I read into I do understand. He could’ve used a nice redemption after everything he’s been through. He was a pawn, someone to be used, and honestly that was his whole life. So it would’ve been nice if Tav was an option for him.

I feel they could’ve had two endings for him and Tav, a good and a bad. Good being his redemption where Tav opens his eyes like what Tav did for Astarion and then the Bad obviously they rule together.

I feel Larian made a lot of great choices but I also feel they missed a lot of potential, which hopefully they continue to listen to their audience and add more routes in the future. So far they have been so one can hope. I also feel like all of these characters were left to where they could be potentially added later down the road. Fingers crossed!!!

- 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝔀𝓲

[aristenfromwarsaw]

❤️ Mara x Raphael 🖤

Request for: @infernalrusalka

uncensored version - twitter

uncensored version - twitter

[taneysha-pictures]

Yes. I saw an old meme. Raphael fits in perfectly.

[sforzie]

Summary: Curious about his son's new girlfriend wife 'contractually bonded partner', Mephistopheles proceeds to mildly stalk her through Baldur's Gate. It goes about as well as you'd expect. ___

Mephistopheles was admittedly perplexed when he heard that his son had begun lodging with a mortal woman. Not just lodging, no, word was that Raphael and this woman had mutually signed a contract that bound them together in some sort of undisclosed relationship. If the pair had been mortals, the devil might have written it off as some sort of youthful elopement. But this was Raphael that was being talked about, and while his son was certainly still a brat he was far from young and foolish.

He sought out information on the woman, and was able to determine that she was a tiefling, not quite thirty summers of age, who had been part of the group of tadpole-infected adventurers who had stopped the relatively recent invasion of mind flayers that had been focused on the city of Baldur’s Gate. There was little else to go on, and Mephistopheles remained puzzled as to what about this woman could have drawn his son’s narcissistic interest.

So he decided to see for himself.

One day, he received word that the woman–Livia, was her name–was making a trip from the Hells and back to Baldur’s Gate. This was apparently something she did on a somewhat regular basis. Curious, Mephistopheles took on a mortal guise–that of a ruggedly handsome tiefling, thank you–and followed the woman to the mortal plane. 

He knew her when he found her, because she absolutely reeked of his son’s magic. Livia was a tiefling woman with pleasantly dark gray skin and black hair that was streaked here and there with crimson. She was pleasantly built–nearly tall, with gentle curves and long, curling tail. Mephistopheles could immediately understand why the average man would find her appealing. Hells, he certainly found her appealing, and briefly considered it a pity that she had been foolish enough to contractually bind herself to Raphael. She could have done so much better for herself…

He followed her at a somewhat careful distance through the busy city. He was impressed by the confidence in her stride, how despite being a tiefling she did not lower her gaze to those around her. She clearly did not care that she was viewed by other mortals as less-than, as tainted by her infernal ancestry. She kept her head held high, horns arcing behind her with elegant poise. Livia seemed to be on some variety of shopping trip, as most of her stops in the city were at various market stalls and shops. If she was purchasing anything, he could not be certain for sure, as she carried no packages with her from one business to the next.

One of her last stops, in the middle of the afternoon, was at a wizard’s shop in the lower city. Sorcerous Sundries was a messy, loud place, full of the mortal realm’s finest of middling magics. Mephistopheles found it all quite quaint, but managed to keep his opinions to himself as he trailed after the woman. She meandered through the shop, her pivoting gaze indicating to him that she was looking for someone specific. She eventually found her target on the second floor in the form of a ruddy cheeked tiefling man garbed in a wizard’s attire. The man stopped in his industrious fussing over a bookshelf to smile brightly and pull Livia into a hug. His enthusiasm in seeing her was quite evident by the happy wagging of the tip of his tail.

Mephistopheles wondered if there was something going on between them. He pretended to browse a nearby shelf while Livia chatted with the other tiefling. He couldn’t quite hear what was being said–the shop was rather noisy–but could still tell that the young man was gushing enthusiastically about something. A few minutes passed, and then another pair of tieflings came clamoring up the stairs. They both hugged Livia with the same ferocity as the first tiefling had.

Ah, Mephistopheles thought, just friends.

His target continued chatting with the tieflings for nearly half an hour before going on her way. Downstairs, she bought something from the shopkeep before again venturing out into the city. Mephistopheles briefly lost track of her in the busy streets, before eventually finding her once more as she made her way into a tavern. He decided that there was no harm in more directly approaching the woman here in a bar, as in a place like this striking up a random conversation with a stranger was not all that unusual.

She was ordering a drink at the bar when Mephistopheles joined her. He sat on the adjacent stool, curling his tail around the base so that he did not topple off of it. They sat side by side in silence for a few minutes, she sipping from her glass while he turned his in his fingers.

Finally, he said: “Do you come here often, miss?”

It took Livia a moment to respond. “Now and then, though not as often as I used to.”

“Moved on to greener pastures, eh?”

“Something like that.” She did not turn her face away, but Mephistopheles still got the impression that she was not interested in speaking with him. That was quite rude, he thought. He knew his mortal guise was attractive–it still looked like him, after all–and he had gotten his fair share of appraising looks while following the tiefling woman through the city. So, why did she have no interest in him? He was definitely more attractive than his son.

He decided to try again. “Tell me, young lady. What’s a lovely thing like you doing in a place like this?”

Livia looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Truth be told, a tavern is one of the best places to get all of the latest gossip in a city. And I do so like to be kept up to date on my gossip.”

So she claimed, he thought, but the woman had yet to speak to anyone else in the tavern.

“Gossip, you say? What of interest have you heard, my dear?”

“Nothing yet.” She set her glass on the counter and made a show of looking around the tavern. “Things in the city have been quiet as of late, at least on the surface.”

“And under the surface?”

She shrugged. “Who’s to say.”

Mephistopheles considered her nearly blank expression. What was she hiding from him? “You know, for someone who claims to be seeking out gossip, you do not strike me as being particularly adept at it.”

Livia blinked slowly. “Oh, I don’t know. The day is young.”

“I could offer you something far more tantalizing than petty gossip, if you were interested.” He leaned toward her. Livia did not flinch at his approach. She stared at him with lowered eyelids.

“Is that so? What did you have in mind, good sir?”

“I could certainly show a pretty thing like yourself a good time.” He grinned toothily at the woman. “I could take you places you’ve never been, and show you sights that you have never seen.”

Livia hummed to herself, seeming to consider his offer. She picked up her glass and murmured into it: “You could indeed.”

“Are you not curious, my dear? You would never want to return to listening to gossip in taverns when I was done with you.”

“You sound quite confident of yourself, sir.”

“I have no reason to be otherwise.”

He watched as she leaned back slightly and looked him over–from his long black horns all the way down to the red tail that was still loosely gripping the leg of the barstool. The bright pink tip of her tongue briefly darted into view as it traced the line of her lower lip.

“I see. I daresay my darling would have told me to expect such bravado from you.” Livia leaned in and lowered her voice. “Mephistopheles.”

He felt a jolt in his back. “Pardon?”

“You heard me, sir.”

The archduke hesitated, reluctant to drop his ruse so quickly. However, the tiefling looked quite confident in her assessment of his identity. How was that even possible?

She stared at him, waiting.

“Guilty as charged,” he finally conceded, still sincerely surprised by her observation. “How could you tell?”

Livia took a sip of her drink.

“You ordered an expensive drink, but haven’t actually consumed any of it. Not even a sniff. I know from listening to Raphael complain about you that you absolutely refuse to consume any of the ‘tepid swill’ produced in the mortal realms, and only stock your cellars with the finest of vintages produced on other planes.”

“A bold observation, but I could also be trying to stay sober while seeking out company.”

“Perhaps.” Livia tipped her head to the side and stared at him. What a piercing gaze she had! Her eyes flicked from his face and again down his front, and then back up to his horns. “Your glamour may be first class, but you still reek of the hells to anyone in the know. And on top of that, you… well, ‘smell’ isn’t the right word for it, but you smell very similar to Raphael. On a manifested level. You have a markedly similar aura.”

“And how would a little thing like you even know how to sense that?” He watched as she continued to study his face for a moment, a distinctly unimpressed look on her face.

“I fuck your son on a daily basis,” she said blandly into her glass. “And my essence has been infused with his own. I think I know what he feels like.” Livia gestured with the glass, pointer finger flexing to draw his attention to a thin golden band that looked as though it had been etched into her skin. Indeed, focusing on this strange trinket was enough to tell Mephistopheles why he sensed his son on her. The ring was composed almost entirely of his magic, of his essence. Even without touching it directly, he could detect a plethora of bits of spells woven into the band. A glamour, location spells, protection wards… He wondered if she had any idea of the true nature of that ring.

“Well then. I must concede defeat, little lady. You have indeed sussed out my true identity.”

“Of course I did.” Her pretty lips pinched briefly. “So, why were you following me all day? I knew you were there–you were kind of obvious.”

“Ah, I do apologize for my lack of stealth, my good lady. I must admit, when I heard that my son had become involved with some mortal woman, I was intrigued as to who might have drawn his attention away from his mirrors.”

“I suppose such curiosity is to be expected.” She set down her glass. “And, what did you learn?”

The archduke huffed softly. “Truth be told, only that he had become drawn to a beautiful, confident woman. I cannot profess to understand what really drew him to you.”

Her lips pulled into a smug smile. “Good.”

Mephistopheles hoped that she did not hear the faint sigh that escaped him. This little tiefling was far too good a woman to be wasting her time on his son. He could put her to much better use than Rapahel. A clever spy, perhaps, or at least a lovely new concubine with which to entertain himself.

Pity.

Of course, he could steal her away and take her back to Cania if he truly wished to, there was nothing that she or Raphael could do to prevent that. It could be interesting to do just to see his son, still flush with the power of the Crown of Karsus, come thundering into his domain to reclaim his pet. However, he had made a pledge of fealty to his son in exchange for being left in control of his assets in Cania. It would be unfortunate to have to waste time and resources over so trifling a matter as a mortal woman.

Livia was ignoring him now, seemingly, having picked up his untouched glass from the bartop and pouring half of its contents into her own. He could not tell whether or not her indifference to his station was sincere or an act.

She was a charming little thing, he thought. Perhaps just the sort of distraction Raphael needed, seeing as Haarlep had clearly ceased to be effective at their job ages ago. That was what his son needed, after all–distractions, things to keep his devious little mind occupied. Mephistopheles decided that, for the time being, Raphael could keep his new little toy.

“So, tell me, little one–Livia, wasn’t it? What did you buy at the wizard’s shop?” he asked after a few minutes. Livia’s shoulders jerked slightly, as though she had forgotten he was there, and after a moment of hesitation she pulled a paper covered bundle from her cloak. She unwrapped it, revealing a fist sized chunk of a dark red and black stone.

“Bloodstone,” she said. With a hint of shyness, she added: “It’s for Raphael. He likes to use bloodstone in his preparations of the ink he uses on his contracts.”

“I see.” Not what he had expected. “Did he send you here to purchase it?”

“No, of course not. But, I heard him grumbling about his stock being low the other day. I thought I would get some for him, since I was already here.”

A curious action on her part. “What reward could you hope to earn for such a menial task?”

“Reward?” Another sharp shrug. “Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps a smile? A kiss between the horns? At the very least, it would be one less thing for him to complain about for a few weeks.”

Mephistopheles tried to imagine his son smiling at the woman, but found it difficult. Imagining Raphael showing any sort of real affection to anyone but himself was nearly impossible.

“That’s all?”

“I need nothing more.” Livia drained the last of her drink. “I already have everything that I could want.”

He watched as she opened a pouch and set a coin on the counter next to the empty glass. “And, what was it that you wanted?”

Livia looked up at Mephistopheles, and her blue eyes gleamed.

“Him.”

[adarlingmess]

A DILF (devil I'd like to fuck) brat taming his feral kitten

Sketch of a future scene I have planned for my fic, The Devil's Canvas

[sakharine-den]

Beach night

Human!Raphael x f!Tav || Cambion!Raphael x f!Tav || Raphael x m!Tav

[red-dead-sakharine]

Some soft Raphael shots

Bonus: