(Also he followed me on Instagram!!!)

He'd shower you in roses and gifts. He'd set up scenarios for himself to be the hero. He'd meticulously take note of little things he notices about you through direct interaction or spying to exploit later. Obsessively writing about you in his little diary from bed while giddily kicking his feet.

Those gifts might be finery (perhaps taken from some unfortunate soul), questionable poetry, and the heart of your enemy, but any way you cut it, everything is about showing off his prowess, his status, his ability to provide, and why he's better. He likes his complex games and the slow pursuit.

I think he'd be pretty devoted if only to maintain that image of being perfect. At least while his focus is on you. He might have some dumpster fires behind curtains, don't look there.

The mortal part of him may even crave true affection, devotion, and a coy, storybook courtship. Very much a "only soft for" vibe. That he can slowly corrupt. He'd love someone who could match a lot of his energy and ambition. Someone he can show off and have on his arm.

It could also explain why he (at least publicly) dresses more conservatively and akin to a human noble instead of like many other cambions and devils. While it probably helps disarm his targets to look more like a human noble when they first meet him, he could also enjoy the romantics it allows (he's into a lot of mortal things despite his denial of his own mortal blood). I have a related pet theory that his comfort with mortals/mortal things may come from being raised or forced to live in the Material Plane for at least a time. He really likes lullabies.

Would he be a good lover in bed? That is up to anyone's interpretation but I personally think it's likely that there isn't much love between him and Haarlep and not many probably match up to the standards of an experienced incubus (one of these days I'll go on my spiel about Haarlep). Haarlep's a cheeky devil themself. At the very least, Raphael probably thinks himself fantastic in bed and a perfectly giving lover (even if he's not).

TW: child abuse

1) I headcanon that there is indeed nepotism and family ties / allegiances in the Hells (Glasia, Fierna, Antilia), and Mephistopheles is openly affiliated with his son. Raphael is very well known at Mephistar court.

2) Raphael had a terrible childhood. His mother died in childbirth, he was looked after by nannies who couldn't care less about an annoying little cambion who cries all the time and sycophants who didn't care about him, only about sucking up to Mephistopheles. He was beaten as a small child for "disciplinary reasons aka rule-breaking” by Mephistopheles’ goons, and very soon learned that Daddy does not give a fuck about his suffering.

Actually, he learned that nobody gives a fuck about him. At all. In turn, he doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself.

Idk, maybe in devil culture he’s discouraged from exploring his sexual desires because nobody wants the shame that would be brought by his spawn and who would lower themselves to sleep with a half mortal/half fiend? Even if they did, why would he ever trust that their intentions were not to cause harm and chaos to him? That’s the belief he lives by and we see so many outlets for it in game. The kinky punishments for debtors, the obsession and torture of Hope, and even the Glug Glug 9000 that was gifted to him, because daddy knows that Raphael is being driven around by his cock. Raphael, I think, appears deeply uncomfortable and ashamed of his sexual needs and I think Haarlep’s comment of “he only loves himself” is true, but not just due to narcissism. He could fuck anyone, or anything, with Haarlep but I think, instead, he needs familiarity and the only thing he can be vulnerable in front of is himself. And not only that, he doesn’t see it as a time to exercise crazy desires but it needs to be methodical and controlled. Safe. Comfortable. Predictable.

So imagine, along comes this little mortal and like so many times before, he starts the dance he has done so many times. They blush when he says the right things, they hang on his every word, and they look at him with such longing. They are exactly where he needs them, and expects them to be. They’d fallen for the act and he was in complete control.

Until, all at once, he realises he isn’t.

Give me Raphael who has never known anyone’s tender touch but his own, but who can’t stop thinking about how yours would feel late at night or while playing with Haarlep. It haunts him and he hates himself for it.

Give me Raphael who starts to dare to imagine, as much as it tortures him, that someone could actually be his. He had caged the mortal parts of himself up so tightly but the need for someone who was made of the same wretched stuff as him, that could really see him and love him never goes away. Someone to share his empire with who would never betray him or disappoint him and who would would devote themselves completely to all that he was. It was lonely always being in top, he would come to admit.

Give me Raphael who for the first time in his life, starts to show himself to you bit by bit to you and you never shy away, despite all the parts of him, from the gentle to the downright depraved and animalistic. He has no clue what to do with this acceptance. It was a foreign thing. Something not meant for him. Give me Raphael who hates you for all of this. He knows your game. You’re trying to get to him and he will lot give you control. He starts feeding that depraved voice inside of him. All the things he would do to you. How he’d punish you and make you regret feeding the mortal inside of him, through the bars. You saw the him inside. Your understanding of his weaknesses is what you’d use to destroy him. He’d protected it all so well but this would be his undoing. His solution of denial and hate had never failed him, so far, so he’d revert to what he knows

Then…

Give me Raphael who, when you crawl unexpectedly up and onto his lap one evening, kissing and sucking at his neck, can do nothing other than pant and shake at your touch, blushing like a virgin. You’d be so soft and gentle and his ears would be filled with ringing, his own breathing, and your cruel voice, telling him to ‘just let go’. ‘It’s okay’. This moment would be devastatingly painful and euphoric. You’d finally done it. You’d ripped away the last of his control and power. You had finally reduced him to nothing - pathetic and whimpering. You’d bested him and he should have been drowning in the humiliation and shame but holy fuck it felt so good. For you, he’d slowly learn to share his control, sometimes. You were so gentle with him. Your soft hand would teach him a different way to tame the beast inside.

Warning: slight nsfw, automysophilia, bullying, child neglect

Featuring: Raphael

⚠️SPOILERS!!⚠️ (For Baldurs Gate III)

ACT III SPOILERS, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

Okay, so I was having some thoughts when doing the Raphael fight in one of my playthroughs, which I initially struggled with and kept dying. I was thinking like, if you took Harleps deal and then D13 anyhow, A) Does Haarlep still have your form? And B) Is Raphael mad at them for helping the party and then doing nothing as they wrecked the place.

I came to the conclusion that, Raphael wouldn't have it in him to be that mad since, he's a devil and Haarlep is an incubus, he's aware they're not friends, merely two ends of a transaction. Additionally, I think that as much as Raphael likes f/cking himself, he has grown attached to Haarlep. Then came an awful thought:

Imagine Raphael coming back to the House Of Hope after being alerted to Tavs presence, k!lling them and the party, ignoring all the mess because he's too irritated to fix it there and then- he just wants a break because his plans have been thrown out the window- he makes his way to Haarlep to unwind and just- finds their body. On the bed, where they spend a lot of time. Their blood seeping into the nearby pool.

Just imagine him dropping to his knees knowing there's nothing in all the Hells he can do to help them. That they're gone. That they died defending their space in Raphaels home- their home. There's anger, anguish, greif. Just him telling Korilla to fix the house and leave him be. Holding their head in his lap and staring. Not realising just how much he liked them.

Pairing: Reader x Raphael 

Plot: Raph starts carrying short and smol reader around on his back as a joke but then it turns into habit.

A/N: This is a special one (belated) for my birthday baby @txx-yxxng-txx-hxxntxd ❤️ 

Raphael’s voice, eyes or even his lips, which you time and time again found yourself caught up in, wouldn’t allow you to ever get used to his flirting. No matter the occasion.

He was known to throw the filthiest looks at you, especially when you’re hanging out in a group. Testing all that’s in you.

But Raph adored you and wanted to make sure you knew you were the centre of the room for him at all times.

Besides, seeing your blush, fidget and sneak looks back at him made his heart race. And well, Raphie-boy was an adrenaline junkie when it came to that.

However, at the same time, the red turtle also knew when to express himself with the cheesiest lines; he was a passionate romantic and only you seemed to experience that side of him.

To illustrate, his actions varied from blatantly asking you for your number to later on saying something along the lines of “I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

In sight of all this Raph was approachable, not the tough shell he seemed to be when standing in contrast to his brothers.

You always knew you could count on him, on his advice and his presence. Whether it’s unnecessary ranting about shitty friends, the need for some air and calm, or even the simple need of his presence, Raph never failed to be there for you.

You were open with one another, with the flirting always around the corner, however, one day Raph has had enough of playing around.

He’d occasionally point out his obvious height advantage by nicknaming you shortie, quite often.

It was a late night and you were, as usual, found sitting on the couch in the lair, your chin resting and eyes focused Raph, a few feet away in his gym corner, lifting and jumping and doing all the things that seemed to add up to his massive size. No complaints though you were starting to feel thirsty.

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen passing Raph. Opening the fridge and bending down to look you were interrupted by Raph’s voice. “You won’t find any drinks, sugar. We all have our own stash, we rarely share.”, he spoke matter of fact. “I can tell you where mine is, shorty.”, you could practically hear his smirk but still decided to turn around and look at where he stood not putting his weights down. He simply pointed to a couple boxes on the top shelf. Ignoring the obvious disadvantage of your height, determination on your face.

“You could help, you know?”, you expressed after hearing a couple of sighs and chuckles from the mutant.   “I could,” Raph purred, staring shamelessly as you struggled. “But that wouldn’t give me nearly as pretty a view.”  “Do you always talk so much crap?”, you talked back, managing to climb the counter though not as steady as you’d hoped.

“Only when it works you up so much.”, he only smirked and took slow, sauntering steps towards the kitchen. Call it coincidence but in the same moment a slight imbalance in your feet and a bad grip caused you to fall back and straight into the hands of one handsome mutant turtle.“So yes, I suppose always then.” Too embarrassed to find words you just pouted and furrowed your eyebrows at which Raph couldn’t help but laugh before he placed you on his back, thighs on his shoulders. “Better, sugar?”

“I don’t like it when you’re so smug.”, you asserted. “Liar.”, he almost hissed as you took our the bottles out of the crate which was in your reach now.

Eventually, Raph starts making up excuses to carry you

“You look tired, peach, lemme help you relax.”

Or just a simple, “How ‘bout a ride around the city, babe?” 

His willingness encourages your shyness and it turns into a habit

“Look there comes Mountain Man and Heidi.”, and “It’s like the strangely sweet love between King Kong and the only woman who understands him.” were only the beginning of the teasing you’d endure from the other turtles.

Raph loved to have you close, having previously failed at making an excuse to touch you in the smallest ways.

He was, to put it simply, overwhelmed by the amount of touching he received from your part.

With your hands never resting anywhere away from him. They were either on his neck, massaging out the sore muscles, twisting and turning his bandana (definitely braiding it at some point, “Don’t move! I’m almost done, Red.”), rubbing circles in his temples whenever he became his grumpy self or simply resting your head on his.

If you were a pain in th ass then, now you’re inseparable. You aren’t seen one without the other, and always Raph carrying you somehow.

At this point Leo, Donnie and Michael, occasionally Splinter, are all putting money on you two either ‘dating already’, ‘soon to be’ or (written in big red) ‘Raph messes up and we’ll miss Y/N’s cooking’

“I’m not moving, your shoulders are comfortable. This is non-negotiable.”, you whispering between you two once it’s brought up by the guys.

“Alright, sugar. How could I say no when you talk so sweetly.”, he’d tease back, not giving you a break.

Definitely laying on his shell, admiring him, talking or even napping while he’s working out.

He can’t be more thankful when the cold days come around and since he’s and aquatic replete, cold blooded, you’re his favourite source of warmth.

This only furthers your relationship which eventually leads to the confession of the inevitable, though unspoken truth, between you two. Namely, just how head over heels you two were for one another.