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So, as you probably noticed, I kind of let this blog gather dust for a while.... LOL.

That's because I got into roleplaying and have been spending my time there for the past few months. I forgot to mention it here too. I'm still writing shameless BG3 smut, just in a different format now. LMAO.

Feel free to follow. @fiendishfinesse. Yes, it is a Raphael RP blog. xoxo and nice holidays!

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I’ve got a bit of a different take on this because I see things from both sides—as a hobbyist writer and as a reader/friend of other writers. If you write something in a genre or on a topic that your friend isn’t really into or doesn’t know much about, it can feel like you’re giving them a bit of a chore, especially if it’s a long story. So, don’t get discouraged if they’re taking their time to read it! If they’re a really close friend, they’ll probably make the effort, but otherwise, it’s like, "Hey, I love you, but you just handed me a big project, so give me some time-I’ve got a lot going on."

Also, remember that proofreading is actual work-it takes real effort to dive into and critique a story. Personally, as a friend and an avid reader, I love reading my friends’ and mutuals stuff and being asked for feedback! But not everyone feels that way (or even enjoy reading much), and that’s okay. Just because they’re not jumping to read your work doesn’t mean they don’t care-they still love you, no doubt about it.

When you genuinely love writing, but then slowly lose motivation because none of your friends ever find the time to read your stuff.

#hurts even more if you write said stuff specifically for them 🥲💔

#writing is my love language

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My next smut story I'll try my best to do sub!raphael some justice

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as a portuguese native speaker, i find so weird how yall laugh on the internet, specially because i read "lmao" as "limão" (lemon) and it just looks like you are calling me a fruit instead of laughing at my lame jokes.

meanwhile we laugh as a feral menace (KKKKKKKKKAAANSJSSKAAKKK)

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[CHAPTER 4 - END] He will not be denied

Raphael had finally claimed the Crown of Karsus, a relic of unimaginable power, though it was not by Tav's hand. Her scornful refusal to aid him in his pursuit still burned deep within him, a slight he would never allow to go unanswered. Tav had dismissed and betrayed him as if he were a mere nuisance—a grave mistake she would soon come to regret. Raphael was not one to be cast aside lightly. By all the seething flames of Hell, he would not be denied. Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav Content: NSFW | BDSM | Humiliation kink | Rough | Dirty talk | Creampie | TW: Kind of non-con Author's note: Thank you for reading this far. It warms my little lewd heart. ♡︎ ‧₊˚

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Raphael broke the kiss, leaving Tav gasping for air. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he took in her flushed face and swollen lips, the very picture of submission. Without warning, he thrust upwards, impaling her on his hellish length in one swift, brutal motion. Tav cried out, her body arching as she was filled beyond anything she had ever experienced.

"That's it, my pet" Raphael purred, his voice a low growl of pleasure. "Take every inch of me. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked and owned by a devil."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, a twisted mix of shame and arousal warring within her. Her body betrayed her, clenching tightly around his thick shaft. Raphael's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements with calculated precision, each thrust designed to push her closer to the edge of madness. Tav gasped and moaned, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over her. She hated herself for how good it felt, for how desperately she craved more.

"Look at you," Raphael taunted, his voice thick with lust. "So eager, such a whore. Where's that defiance now, pet? Has it melted away in the heat of your desire?"

He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust, drawing a sharp cry from Tav’s lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode him, her body moving of its own accord, driven by the relentless pleasure he offered.

"Please" she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "More... I need more..."

Raphael's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "More? Oh, my sweet, I'll give you more than you can bear."

With a swift motion, he flipped their positions, pinning Tav beneath him on the couch. His weight pressed down on her, his cock still buried deep inside her trembling body. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, while the other gripped her hip with bruising force.

"You want more?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Then take it all."

He began to thrust with brutal intensity, each stroke deeper and more forceful than the last. Tav cried out, her body arching beneath him as pleasure and pain mingled into an intoxicating cocktail that overwhelmed her senses.

Raphael's relentless assault left Tav gasping and writhing beneath him, her body aflame with exquisite torment. Each powerful thrust drove her deeper into a haze of ecstasy and shame, her mind reeling as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations.

"Look at me" Raphael commanded, his voice a dangerous growl. When Tav hesitated, he gripped her chin roughly, forcing her gaze to meet his burning eyes. "I said, look at me while I fuck you."

Tav's eyes locked with his, unable to tear herself away from the infernal hunger that blazed within them. She saw her own reflection in those fiery depths—flushed, disheveled, utterly debauched, crying.

"Beg for me, pet" he murmured, his voice low and sensual. "Call out my name."

Tav swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with shame. She had no choice but to obey, to give him the power he craved.

"Raphael" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please. Please, Raphael. Give me what I need. I need release."

His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes blazing with a dark, infernal light. "Good girl," he purred, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Very good."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Say it again."

"Raphael," Tav moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Raphael, please. I need you. I need you inside me."

A low, predatory growl rumbled in Raphael's throat, his grip tightening on her wrists. He was a beast unleashed, his power and dominance palpable.

Raphael's thrusts became more frenzied, his hold on her hips bruising. He was close, so close, and the sight of Tav writhing and begging beneath him only fueled his desire.

"Come for me now" he growled, his voice a dangerous snarl. "I want to feel you tighten around me as I fill you with my seed."

Tav's body shuddered, her climax building deep inside her. She felt like she was on the brink of eruption, her skin aflame with need.

Raphael's thrusts were relentless, each stroke sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, the heat of his release building with every movement.

With a guttural groan, Raphael gave one final thrust, his cock spasming as he spilled himself deep inside her. His release was a torrent, filling her to overflowing, his seed spilling out and coating her thighs and belly.

Tav's body convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She was lost in the ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their coupling.

As the aftershocks of her climax ebbed, she felt herself coming down from the heights of pleasure. Raphael remained inside her, his cock softening, his breathing ragged and heavy.

"My pet" he murmured, his voice thick with possessive satisfaction. "My little mouse."

Tav closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had lost herself in him, had surrendered her will and body to his dominance. She had given him everything he craved, and in doing so, she had become a slave to his desires.

"Shh, Shh" Raphael whispered, his voice soft, almost soothing. "Don't fret. I have you."

As his words washed over her, Tav felt her muscles relax, her body melting into his embrace. She had crossed a line, given him more than she had ever intended, and now, there was no turning back.

She was his.

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never indulged in fandoms because i am usually too late to the party and mostly draw/write personal and OC stuff but it feels great (i feel like an emo nerdy teenager)

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My favourite bit of BG3 lore is that Withers is legitimately responsible for the Dead Three, but he's probably too embarrassed to tell you, so every time you ask him to elaborate he just gives you a very stern, "Noooo."

I also love that the reason he's responsible for their uprising is because he got bored. He literally got bored of his position as Lord of the Dead and wanted to retire, so when these three morally questionable humans came looking for godhood he was like, "Hmmm. Yes, okay. Here. Take my portfolios. Fight over them. I don't care. I quit."

So after bowling with skulls in a friendly competition to decide who would get what portfolio, they took up his powers and wreaked havoc on the world. Only at that moment did Jergal, AKA Withers, AKA our precious Bone Daddy think, "I'm just now, internally, asking myself, in quite a worried way, whether I might've made an error."

So he joins your merry band and watches your escapades, calmly twiddling his fingers while you clean up his mess. He's happy to lend his aid, even to the point that he'll bring Durge back to life if they reject Bhaal, even though he technically shouldn't. But he's Withers. The rules don't apply to him. If Ao doesn't like it, he can descend from the Heavens and say it to his rotting face.

And the reason he saves Durge isn't necessarily because he likes them or because he's a morally good entity (though one certainly could make that argument), but because he wants to add insult to injury. He steals Bhaal's child with a big smile on his face, dubs them his Chosen, and praises them for rejecting all the power they were promised. But of course, he still doesn't tell them who he is—or rather who he was.

Then, when all is said and done, he throws Tav and their companions a cute little party. No one knows it's probably half a thank you party and half a "Withers is bored again" party. And if anyone misbehaves, he'll get irritated and whisk them away. Because how dare they? He put a lot of work into that.

And at the end of it all, he walks up to a mural of the Dead Three and basically goes, "Lmao. Thou didst fuck around, and thou didst find out." Just savagely roasting them.

And then poof!

He waves them into non-existence.

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POV: You told him no

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Very tempted to go through the hassle of exploring Raphael 3d model just to render him making a cunty pouty face

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Behold: Haarlep 3d render majesty for the greedy little mice. UNC*NSORED HERE.

Had to get creative with censoring here sorry lol

Softwares: DAZ Studio, Blender, Zbrush & Photoshop

Basemesh model NOT mine!!! Ripped/made by @/zeppers on patreon, support him (thank you! <3)

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feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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[CHAPTER 3] He will not be denied

Raphael had finally claimed the Crown of Karsus, a relic of unimaginable power, though it was not by Tav's hand. Her scornful refusal to aid him in his pursuit still burned deep within him, a slight he would never allow to go unanswered. Tav had dismissed and betrayed him as if he were a mere nuisance—a grave mistake she would soon come to regret. Raphael was not one to be cast aside lightly. By all the seething flames of Hell, he would not be denied. Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav Content: NSFW | BDSM | Humiliation kink | Rough | Dirty talk | Creampie | TW: Kind of non-con Author's note: More lewdness for our sake.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The next blow landed with ruthless precision, the sharp crack echoing through the chamber. Tav gasped, the pain radiating through her body, intertwining with the dark pleasure that pulsed within her.

"A-Arfour..." she stammered, struggling to keep her voice steady, but Raphael offered her no reprieve. His fingers curled into her flesh, claws scraping delicately at first, then digging deeper, sending shivers down her spine as he explored her most intimate, vulnerable places.

Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside her, his movements unrelenting, each stroke making her moan and squirm. She tried in vain to remain still, to resist, but her body betrayed her—her nipples hardened, her back arched, her need intensifying with every teasing touch.

"Please" she whispered, her voice raw and barely audible, a desperate plea slipping from her lips. What the hell was this overwhelming force? Was it the power of his newly acquired Crown of Karsus? Or perhaps something deeper within herself? She no longer knew, nor did she care. All that filled her mind was the sensation of his fingers tracing over her, his touch igniting a fire that consumed her entirely.

Raphael paused, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned in closer. "What was that, pet?" he mocked, his voice dripping with amusement. "I didn't quite catch that."

His fingers withdrew, only to glide over her clit, drawing slow, torturous circles that sent electric jolts through her. He alternated between soft caresses and rough, possessive thrusts of his clawed fingers, driving her to the brink of madness.

"Beg" he whispered, his voice a seductive snarl. "Tell me what you desire. Tell me how much you need me—how much you ache for my cock inside you, filling you, claiming you as mine."

His words were a cruel, intoxicating blend of lust and humiliation, each syllable tightening around her like a vice. Heat flooded her cheeks as he traced her lower lips with his wet fingers, his movements agonizingly slow, each touch designed to torment her further.

Tav trembled, the weight of his command pressing down on her, suffocating her defiance. She felt herself unraveling, her resistance crumbling as the dark, forbidden desire took hold. She despised how much she wanted him, how much she longed for his touch, his dominance, his control.

"Please..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Raphael... Sir... I want it. I want you."

Raphael's lips curled into a wicked smile, his satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Ah, there it is—my sweet little pet." He purred, his fingers teasing her entrance as he savored her surrender. "Such sweet words... so eagerly offered."

His grip tightened in her hair, pulling her up onto his lap with commanding ease. The devil leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Now, my precious mouse, speak your true desires. Tell me exactly what you crave, and perhaps... I'll indulge your wicked little wishes."

Tav hesitated for only a moment, her breath catching in her throat before she forced the words past her lips. "I want your cock... inside me... marking me as yours."

Raphael's chuckle was a low, rumbling sound, rich with malevolent pleasure. "Good girl" he murmured, his fingers sliding inside her once more, his movements deliberate, each thrust a tantalizing promise of what was to come. "You’ve earned your reward."

With a fluid motion, he adjusted her position, turning her to straddle his lap, his cock pressing insistently against her wet entrance through the fabric of his pants. He paused, savoring the anticipation, the way her body trembled above him, poised on the edge of surrender.

Slowly, agonizingly so, Raphael unfastened his pants, the heat radiating from his red cock palpable, its hellish size a promise of the torment and pleasure to come. He teased her entrance with the tip, barely brushing against her wetness, his fingers digging possessively into her hips, controlling, adjusting the angle with meticulous care. He was in no hurry, savoring the way she trembled, her patience hanging by a thread.

"Is this what you crave?" he asked, his voice husky with lust, his words a taunt as his fingers traced over her bare shoulders, then down to her chest, where they lingered, sending jolts of electricity through her.

His hand moved to her chin, gripping it firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. His touch seared against her skin, his eyes burning with dark amusement. "You would be on your knees, begging for mercy right now" he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper, "if I weren’t so inclined to indulge you. Why don’t you show some manners and thank me?"

Tav hesitated, her gaze locked with his, the fire of his words scorching her from the inside out. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his cheek, her breath warm and uneven against his skin. "Thank you, Sir" she whispered, her voice trembling with a desperate need she could no longer hide.

Raphael chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. His fingers tightened in her hair as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it just as he claimed her breath, her essence, her very will. He took what he wanted with a relentless hunger, and she gave it willingly, her surrender as intoxicating as his dominance.

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(K)Har'niss?

Well Y'all did vote for this. (twitter did)

cw:Arachnophobia

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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Can you draw some doodles of true form haarlep? Maybe first meeting Raphael or smth if u want. XD

The real reason Raphael asks Haarlep to take his form.

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practice

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[CHAPTER 2] He will not be denied

Raphael had finally claimed the Crown of Karsus, a relic of unimaginable power, though it was not by Tav's hand. Her scornful refusal to aid him in his pursuit still burned deep within him, a slight he would never allow to go unanswered. Tav had dismissed and betrayed him as if he were a mere nuisance—a grave mistake she would soon come to regret. Raphael was not one to be cast aside lightly. By all the seething flames of Hell, he would not be denied. Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav Content: NSFW | BDSM | Humiliation kink | Rough | Dirty talk | Creampie | TW: Kind of non-con Author's note: Gotta love a good spanking. The down came the claw part was by far my favorite moment. lool

Cont. of Chapter 1.

Tav snarled, baring her teeth as she struggled against her captor, but his grip was unyielding, his hands pinning her chained wrists down with a cruel ease. Raphael chuckled, the sound a low, rumbling purr that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Why resist, my dear little pet?" he murmured, his voice dripping with malevolent charm. "You’ll find there’s pleasure in surrender—if you only allow yourself to enjoy it."

"Fuck. You." Tav hissed and attempted to kick him.

Raphael grunted, tightening his grip on her wrists and effortlessly pinning them above her head. He lowered his face to hers, his breath hot against her ear. "Such a filthy tongue" he whispered, his lips brushing teasingly against her skin. "We’ll have to remedy that."

Without warning, his hand lashed out, striking her cheek with an open palm. The sharp sting of his claws sent a jolt of pain through her, the slap echoing off the stone walls. Tav cried out, her voice a desperate, anguished moan as her body arched against the restraints, struggling futilely against his hold as if her very survival depended on it.

"You will behave." he hissed, his voice laced with dark menace. "You will obey."

His words were a sinister warning, his tone low and dangerous, but his eyes gleamed with a twisted desire that made her pulse quicken. He could see the conflict in her, the simmering desire for punishment beneath her defiance—and he intended to exploit it fully.

"Never" she snarled, her defiance blazing in her eyes.

Raphael raised a brow, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "Oh, my sweet little fool" he purred, the amusement in his voice chilling. "We shall see about that."

Another slap followed, harder this time, searing her flesh with pain. Her jaw throbbed, her wrists strained against the chains as she writhed beneath him, desperate to escape the torment. But Raphael held her fast, his touch bruising, his gaze alive with dark amusement as she shuddered under his control.

"Never?" he echoed mockingly, his lips grazing her ear as he slapped her once more. The impact sent a wave of agony coursing through her, tears welling in her eyes from the shame and fury that burned inside her. Raphael’s touch softened then, a mockery of tenderness as he brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, his touch warm and disturbingly comforting.

His hands remained firm as he leaned in closer, his lips trailing along her cheek, his breath hot against her skin. She could feel his scent enveloping her, a heady mixture of sulfur and dark musk that sent a jolt of lust straight to her core. His cock, hard and insistent, pressed against her hip through the rough fabric of his pants.

"Shall I stop, my pet?" he purred, his voice a low, seductive growl that wrapped around her like a velvet chain.

Her body trembled, the heat in her belly coiling tighter with each strike of his hand, a dark pleasure mingling with the pain that made her flush with shame. She looked at him with a mixture of hatred and unwilling longing, her defiance crumbling beneath the dark yearning for his touch, his cruelty, for the moment he would claim her completely.

"You fiend" she spat, her voice breaking into a low, desperate moan.

Raphael’s laughter was a soft, sinister chuckle, dripping with menace. He slapped her again, the blow sending a rush of pleasure and pain through her that made her body shudder uncontrollably. Her resistance faltered.

"Please, stop."

"Stop what, pet?" he taunted, his voice a deadly whisper. "You’ll address me properly."

Her voice trembled, thick with shameful desire, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "Please, sir. Stop."

He struck her once more, the sting of his hand lingering on her reddened skin. "Better." he purred, a dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Truly, my pup bark is worse than the bite."

His hands roamed across her body, exploring every curve with a slow, teasing gentleness that sent a flicker of shameful pleasure through her, making her squirm beneath his touch. He stroked her cheek, the action a mockery of tenderness, his fingertips tracing along her jawline with maddening slowness.

"So pretty, pet. Such a good girl when you are in the proper place. Where you belong." His tone was almost condescending, his words a mockery of praise that sent a rush of shameful desire through her. "Don't fight me, little mouse. You know it will only make this more pleasant for me."

Her body ached, the throb of each slap still lingering on her skin, but her heart beat with dark longing as he whispered in her ear, his touch leaving her longing for more. Her body trembled, her resistance wavering as she met his gaze, her eyes shining with helpless need.

"You want me to punish you" he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent a flicker of shameful desire coursing through her. "Don’t deny it, my dear. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in every defiant little shiver of your body."

Her resistance wavered as he touched her, the darkness inside her rising to the surface like an ocean tide, drowning her in a lustful, shameful desire. She felt his hands on her skin, his touch a warm, electric touch that burned her. She ached to submit, to surrender to him completely, to let him claim her as he pleased.

"Yes" she whispered, her voice low and trembling with need. "Please..."

His lips curled into a cruel smile, his touch becoming rougher, his caresses a mockery of punishment, making her skin flush with shameful desire. "Oh, I want to hear you beg" he whispered, his voice low and menacing.

Her body ached, her resistance fading under his touch, his words a dark command that made her yearn for more. "Please..."

Raphael grinned, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her skin. "Please...what?"

"Please, sir." Her voice trembled, thick with shameful need, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

"That's better, my pet." He chuckled, his touch becoming almost tender, a mockery of praise that made her flush with shameful desire. "Now, let us make this easier."

With a snap of his fingers, the remaining restraints fell to the floor, leaving her feeling exposed and aching for more. She felt a rush of freedom, but her body remained frozen, her breath quickening as he looked at her with a dark, malevolent gaze.

"You will learn to behave." He murmured, his words a dark warning.

He lounges on a couch in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on her as she moves towards him, flickering with dark amusement as she stands in front of him, trembling.

He gestures to his lap, an invitation that she knows she should refuse, but her body craves the punishment, the humiliation, the submission that comes with surrendering to his will. She lowers herself onto his lap, wincing slightly at the touch of his claws.

"You've been a very naughty girl." Raphael spoke softly, his voice a dark purr that sent a shiver down her spine. "Now, I want you to count the strokes."

Without warning, his hand lashed out, slapping her bottom with a sharp, stinging pain. She cried out in shame, struggling against the restraints, but his grip was unyielding, pinning her to his lap as she squirmed helplessly beneath his touch.

"Count." He ordered, his words a command that made her heart flutter.

"O-One." She stuttered, her cheeks burning as she felt him stiffen beneath her, his hand resting on her bottom as it lingered there, his touch teasing her skin with maddening slowness.

He spanked her again, the blow sending a rush of heat through her, her body arching against him as his grip tightened around her waist, holding her in place.

"Tw-two." She moaned, her voice low and breathless as she struggled to stay still beneath his touch. She could feel his cock twitching, pressing against her hip.

His hand rested on her backside again, a cruel parody of affection as he caressed her skin, making her squirm with anticipation. Then, again without warning, down came the claw.

"T-T-Three." Her body ached, her flesh tingling from the sting of his hand, but her need for his touch was growing, making her ache for more.

Raphael’s hand hovered over her for a moment, his fingers trembling slightly as his own restraint began to falter. The thrill of her submission, her reluctant surrender, sent a wave of satisfaction through him. He craved to take her fully, to make her his, to make her his alone.

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