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Tav is a warlock of Mephistopheles, who annoys Raphael by calling his patron daddy (of course, this is Mephi's wish specifically for working with his son)
"-How do you know this?
-Daddy told me"
"-Soon I will get the crown and rule the nine hells
- Daddy doesn't think so)~"
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Raphael × His favorite tailor and Raphael × His knitting creative mouse
• Think about Raphael and his favorite tailor. You were just a small employee of a rich atelier owner, specializing in ornate clothes, so your clients were more often girls. And it was easy to work with them, these are frivolous beauties who like to chat and it was enough to briefly agree with them while working. They also liked your ideas, they most often agreed to the first sketch of the dress, without having strict preferences.
But then Raphael appeared... A rich and demanding client who caused a lot of inconvenience to your colleagues. They told you how difficult it was to coordinate the sketch with him, how he demanded to make changes to the finished costume, forcing tailors to embroider the night on the fly, what strange conversations he leads at fittings and sometimes reads poetry. Fortunately, his money covered any whims and made him a golden client for your superiors.
However, later he drew attention to your work and asked to meet with you. So that you finish finishing a new doublet that your colleague couldn't handle. And surprisingly, Raphael was not so frightening. A rich and grown man, which is unusual for you, but he has such a soft voice and he smelled like your usual female clients, even sweeter, you are used to the smell of fresh herbs and flowers, and the bright smell of cherries appeared unusual to you.
His requests were more modest than a girl's, but he demanded maximum accuracy. And ... it turned out to be so pleasant to please him. You were used to the reactions of girls, they smiled, sometimes squeaked and clapped their hands, circled in front of the mirror. But Raphael's reactions...
in principle, he was extremely handsome and his very presence made the room hotter. A magnificent male silhouette, long legs, a wide back and perfect posture, and all these advantages were emphasized by clothes.
And his face... how he examined the costume on the mannequin and on himself, how his gaze changed from picky to satisfied and he blossomed into a contented expression, looking at you in the mirror, making butterflies flutter in your stomach.
He loved talking to you and you trusted him. In fact, not many people were kind to you, and no one rated you as highly as he did, for the owner of the atelier you were just a good tool. And in case of a fault, if you had ruined expensive materials, you would have been in trouble. Raphael might notice it. He loves to coo with you, and it is unwise to refuse a client, he calls you his golden bird, a precious little sewing machine and the only one who can satisfy his desires... and then he sees bruises on your thin arms when your sleeve is accidentally pulled up. You say that it's okay, you ruined expensive fabrics and gold threads and that this punishment is natural.
And if you continue to be beaten, then he will have to take you away. It's simple, Raphael just needs to scare your master, throw him a purse of gold and that's it, he can set up his creative bird in his House of Hope.
Or a slightly different situation. A terrible disaster has happened in Baldrus Gate, people turn into creatures with tentacles, and a huge brain takes off from the center of the city, destroying your entire familiar world to the ground. But before you die in this mess, your favorite client appears and drags you into the portal. The unpleasant incident with the revival of the Illithid empire is not at all a reason to abandon your favorite tailor.
A lot of new details open up for you, like the diabolical nature of Raphael. Hell is scary and the people in the corridors of the house don't inspire confidence, but you still have your favorite client with you, right? The kindest and most attentive person in your life. You will be allocated a room with everything that a person of your profession can dream of, you also have a lot of free time, you can fully relax, eat and sleep, which is an unprecedented luxury. Even if there wasn't much sunlight in your life before, but now you see something besides threads and fabric, such as books. Raphael still loved talking to you and now had the opportunity to leave you a book to fully discuss it at the next meeting.
• anddddd Raphael and the creative mouse
I really like to think of half-fairy characters with special magical abilities, like creating artifacts. You have turned away from this magical girl and she is already handing you a tiny flower, enchanted for good luck.
But your creativity more often irritates Raphael and Haarlep...
Raphael. you have to look at him, you have to get carried away with him, it's unthinkable that he passes by you, and you don't even look up, it's outrageous.
However, Raphael is dissatisfied in silence, your talents will still be useful to him and from an aesthetic point of view your flowers are quite pleasant, But Haarlep ...
Haarlep is dissatisfied demonstratively, he will not allow you to just sit on his bed and confuse the threads. He will make many attempts to distract you by pawing and dropping you on the bed, tickling you and harming your creativity in every possible way. If it works out, he agrees to somehow hug you or put you on top of him while you knit, if not, then you will have to change your location, having quarreled with him.
I like to imagine this magic as knitted flowers that we can turn into talismans like those carved out of stone.
"Why are you knitting roses again? In the house of hope, there will soon be no free surface on which a vase with a bouquet does not stand."Haarlep is grumbling watching you. (answer: because Raphael likes roses, and so do you. and you like Raphael)
And I chose Tav Drow only because they can work with cobwebs, so they can knit. And my girl will knit the finest lace for her husband's shirts, yes.
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I'm totally fine with roses, really
Raphael × His favorite tailor and Raphael × His knitting creative mouse
• Think about Raphael and his favorite tailor. You were just a small employee of a rich atelier owner, specializing in ornate clothes, so your clients were more often girls. And it was easy to work with them, these are frivolous beauties who like to chat and it was enough to briefly agree with them while working. They also liked your ideas, they most often agreed to the first sketch of the dress, without having strict preferences.
But then Raphael appeared... A rich and demanding client who caused a lot of inconvenience to your colleagues. They told you how difficult it was to coordinate the sketch with him, how he demanded to make changes to the finished costume, forcing tailors to embroider the night on the fly, what strange conversations he leads at fittings and sometimes reads poetry. Fortunately, his money covered any whims and made him a golden client for your superiors.
However, later he drew attention to your work and asked to meet with you. So that you finish finishing a new doublet that your colleague couldn't handle. And surprisingly, Raphael was not so frightening. A rich and grown man, which is unusual for you, but he has such a soft voice and he smelled like your usual female clients, even sweeter, you are used to the smell of fresh herbs and flowers, and the bright smell of cherries appeared unusual to you.
His requests were more modest than a girl's, but he demanded maximum accuracy. And ... it turned out to be so pleasant to please him. You were used to the reactions of girls, they smiled, sometimes squeaked and clapped their hands, circled in front of the mirror. But Raphael's reactions...
in principle, he was extremely handsome and his very presence made the room hotter. A magnificent male silhouette, long legs, a wide back and perfect posture, and all these advantages were emphasized by clothes.
And his face... how he examined the costume on the mannequin and on himself, how his gaze changed from picky to satisfied and he blossomed into a contented expression, looking at you in the mirror, making butterflies flutter in your stomach.
He loved talking to you and you trusted him. In fact, not many people were kind to you, and no one rated you as highly as he did, for the owner of the atelier you were just a good tool. And in case of a fault, if you had ruined expensive materials, you would have been in trouble. Raphael might notice it. He loves to coo with you, and it is unwise to refuse a client, he calls you his golden bird, a precious little sewing machine and the only one who can satisfy his desires... and then he sees bruises on your thin arms when your sleeve is accidentally pulled up. You say that it's okay, you ruined expensive fabrics and gold threads and that this punishment is natural.
And if you continue to be beaten, then he will have to take you away. It's simple, Raphael just needs to scare your master, throw him a purse of gold and that's it, he can set up his creative bird in his House of Hope.
Or a slightly different situation. A terrible disaster has happened in Baldrus Gate, people turn into creatures with tentacles, and a huge brain takes off from the center of the city, destroying your entire familiar world to the ground. But before you die in this mess, your favorite client appears and drags you into the portal. The unpleasant incident with the revival of the Illithid empire is not at all a reason to abandon your favorite tailor.
A lot of new details open up for you, like the diabolical nature of Raphael. Hell is scary and the people in the corridors of the house don't inspire confidence, but you still have your favorite client with you, right? The kindest and most attentive person in your life. You will be allocated a room with everything that a person of your profession can dream of, you also have a lot of free time, you can fully relax, eat and sleep, which is an unprecedented luxury. Even if there wasn't much sunlight in your life before, but now you see something besides threads and fabric, such as books. Raphael still loved talking to you and now had the opportunity to leave you a book to fully discuss it at the next meeting.
• anddddd Raphael and the creative mouse
I really like to think of half-fairy characters with special magical abilities, like creating artifacts. You have turned away from this magical girl and she is already handing you a tiny flower, enchanted for good luck.
But your creativity more often irritates Raphael and Haarlep...
Raphael. you have to look at him, you have to get carried away with him, it's unthinkable that he passes by you, and you don't even look up, it's outrageous.
However, Raphael is dissatisfied in silence, your talents will still be useful to him and from an aesthetic point of view your flowers are quite pleasant, But Haarlep ...
Haarlep is dissatisfied demonstratively, he will not allow you to just sit on his bed and confuse the threads. He will make many attempts to distract you by pawing and dropping you on the bed, tickling you and harming your creativity in every possible way. If it works out, he agrees to somehow hug you or put you on top of him while you knit, if not, then you will have to change your location, having quarreled with him.
I like to imagine this magic as knitted flowers that we can turn into talismans like those carved out of stone.
"Why are you knitting roses again? In the house of hope, there will soon be no free surface on which a vase with a bouquet does not stand."Haarlep is grumbling watching you. (answer: because Raphael likes roses, and so do you. and you like Raphael)
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Raphael × His favorite tailor and Raphael × His knitting creative mouse
• Think about Raphael and his favorite tailor. You were just a small employee of a rich atelier owner, specializing in ornate clothes, so your clients were more often girls. And it was easy to work with them, these are frivolous beauties who like to chat and it was enough to briefly agree with them while working. They also liked your ideas, they most often agreed to the first sketch of the dress, without having strict preferences.
But then Raphael appeared... A rich and demanding client who caused a lot of inconvenience to your colleagues. They told you how difficult it was to coordinate the sketch with him, how he demanded to make changes to the finished costume, forcing tailors to embroider the night on the fly, what strange conversations he leads at fittings and sometimes reads poetry. Fortunately, his money covered any whims and made him a golden client for your superiors.
However, later he drew attention to your work and asked to meet with you. So that you finish finishing a new doublet that your colleague couldn't handle. And surprisingly, Raphael was not so frightening. A rich and grown man, which is unusual for you, but he has such a soft voice and he smelled like your usual female clients, even sweeter, you are used to the smell of fresh herbs and flowers, and the bright smell of cherries appeared unusual to you.
His requests were more modest than a girl's, but he demanded maximum accuracy. And ... it turned out to be so pleasant to please him. You were used to the reactions of girls, they smiled, sometimes squeaked and clapped their hands, circled in front of the mirror. But Raphael's reactions...
in principle, he was extremely handsome and his very presence made the room hotter. A magnificent male silhouette, long legs, a wide back and perfect posture, and all these advantages were emphasized by clothes.
And his face... how he examined the costume on the mannequin and on himself, how his gaze changed from picky to satisfied and he blossomed into a contented expression, looking at you in the mirror, making butterflies flutter in your stomach.
He loved talking to you and you trusted him. In fact, not many people were kind to you, and no one rated you as highly as he did, for the owner of the atelier you were just a good tool. And in case of a fault, if you had ruined expensive materials, you would have been in trouble. Raphael might notice it. He loves to coo with you, and it is unwise to refuse a client, he calls you his golden bird, a precious little sewing machine and the only one who can satisfy his desires... and then he sees bruises on your thin arms when your sleeve is accidentally pulled up. You say that it's okay, you ruined expensive fabrics and gold threads and that this punishment is natural.
And if you continue to be beaten, then he will have to take you away. It's simple, Raphael just needs to scare your master, throw him a purse of gold and that's it, he can set up his creative bird in his House of Hope.
Or a slightly different situation. A terrible disaster has happened in Baldrus Gate, people turn into creatures with tentacles, and a huge brain takes off from the center of the city, destroying your entire familiar world to the ground. But before you die in this mess, your favorite client appears and drags you into the portal. The unpleasant incident with the revival of the Illithid empire is not at all a reason to abandon your favorite tailor.
A lot of new details open up for you, like the diabolical nature of Raphael. Hell is scary and the people in the corridors of the house don't inspire confidence, but you still have your favorite client with you, right? The kindest and most attentive person in your life. You will be allocated a room with everything that a person of your profession can dream of, you also have a lot of free time, you can fully relax, eat and sleep, which is an unprecedented luxury. Even if there wasn't much sunlight in your life before, but now you see something besides threads and fabric, such as books. Raphael still loved talking to you and now had the opportunity to leave you a book to fully discuss it at the next meeting.
• anddddd Raphael and the creative mouse
I really like to think of half-fairy characters with special magical abilities, like creating artifacts. You have turned away from this magical girl and she is already handing you a tiny flower, enchanted for good luck.
But your creativity more often irritates Raphael and Haarlep...
Raphael. you have to look at him, you have to get carried away with him, it's unthinkable that he passes by you, and you don't even look up, it's outrageous.
However, Raphael is dissatisfied in silence, your talents will still be useful to him and from an aesthetic point of view your flowers are quite pleasant, But Haarlep ...
Haarlep is dissatisfied demonstratively, he will not allow you to just sit on his bed and confuse the threads. He will make many attempts to distract you by pawing and dropping you on the bed, tickling you and harming your creativity in every possible way. If it works out, he agrees to somehow hug you or put you on top of him while you knit, if not, then you will have to change your location, having quarreled with him.
I like to imagine this magic as knitted flowers that we can turn into talismans like those carved out of stone.
"Why are you knitting roses again? In the house of hope, there will soon be no free surface on which a vase with a bouquet does not stand."Haarlep is grumbling watching you. (answer: because Raphael likes roses, and so do you. and you like Raphael)
And I chose Tav Drow only because they can work with cobwebs, so they can knit. And my girl will knit the finest lace for her husband's shirts, yes.
#raphael bg3#raphael x tav#raphael x reader#haarlep#raphael fanfic#Raphael imagine#bg3 fanfiction#Raphael fanfiction
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I feel an urgent need to find Raphael's beautiful face as close as possible to my semi-naked chest while he does his business. I sit on his lap, or I move to the armrest of the chair for convenience. Let him meet other devils or adventurers and have a conversation with them, while I annoy him, hugging him with my thin white hands and defiantly with a satisfied smile, like the cat that ate sour cream, looking at strangers.
And better than such intimacy after sex is only a scenario where my devilish husband's plans were disrupted by a certain Tav and now he is upset, so half of the house of hope is blown up (My duty is still to find a whole sofa and hold my master to myself. He may not be in a hurry to tell me what happened (
the man is a breast fan with problems with his mother, but he will never tell about it. Like, it's so intimate and tender, it's just crazy.
And also, as standard, we sit at Raphael's feet and hug them, but once we are alone, our positions change. He adores us! Therefore, our plush hips and legs are anti-stress for him, and there is nothing shameful to sit with a mortal like that.
It's good to play the role of his squish in these positions, it's worse when he forgets and starts gnawing at us (the role of his tooth-scratching toy is hard, but it's good that he forgives the sounds that we make and interrupts his meeting with this! He's the one who forgot himself, and we're just obedient pets.
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I feel an urgent need to find Raphael's beautiful face as close as possible to my semi-naked chest while he does his business. I sit on his lap, or I move to the armrest of the chair for convenience. Let him meet other devils or adventurers and have a conversation with them, while I annoy him, hugging him with my thin white hands and defiantly with a satisfied smile, like the cat that ate sour cream, looking at strangers.
And better than such intimacy after sex is only a scenario where my devilish husband's plans were disrupted by a certain Tav and now he is upset, so half of the house of hope is blown up (My duty is still to find a whole sofa and hold my master to myself. He may not be in a hurry to tell me what happened (
the man is a breast fan with problems with his mother, but he will never tell about it. Like, it's so intimate and tender, it's just crazy.
And also, as standard, we sit at Raphael's feet and hug them, but once we are alone, our positions change. He adores us! Therefore, our plush hips and legs are anti-stress for him, and there is nothing shameful to sit with a mortal like that.
It's good to play the role of his squish in these positions, it's worse when he forgets and starts gnawing at us (the role of his tooth-scratching toy is hard, but it's good that he forgives the sounds that we make and interrupts his meeting with this! He's the one who forgot himself, and we're just obedient pets.
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Over time, fictional men simply pass into the category of a husband. Like I don't have to talk about him every day anymore, he's my husband and we fall asleep in the same bed, of course I still remember and love him.
And I also realized that this is my third husband in my life, because the first is Alucard from Hellsing, the second is Dante from DMS and here is Raphael. I'm 20 years old, so these three are divided into childhood-adolescence-youth, it's funny.
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We can tell Mizora from the first second how beautiful she is, why not tell it to Raphael
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I have such a strange love for Raphael, because I love to read and write how he offends us, BUT I look at his model with kisses of the ascended Astarion and literally: 🥺🥺🥺 NOOOOO he's a gentleman!! he would never do that🥺🥺🥺
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(I just saw screenshots from the scene with Jurgir and I'm weak)
I definitely feel that my place is on my knees while Raphael mannerly points out the shortcomings of my work. And as a nervous person, this will be more than enough for me to shake and whimper with wet eyes. However, it is unlikely that he will pay attention to my reaction. He can just throw my papers on the floor and enjoy how I collect them to escape back to the archive and perfect them.
in general, this is such a good tactic, if he wants to have fun and teach us the art of drafting contract texts, if we skip loopholes, he will calmly but in colors talk about possible consequences, giving examples as close as possible to our position. That's why it's SO easy for him to intimidate us. Perhaps if we don't make progress for a long time, he will even force us to sign one such work.
He has read our revised version and our eyes are full of hope for praise, but he offers to sign it... To practically show how quickly the devil will get the rights to their soul, so that we really think that he decided to get rid of us (
and even if we did well (and we can never beat our teacher), Raphael will always find flaws and poke our wet face at them, although in his head he may think that we I didn't do a bad job.
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what is sleepy sex in the middle of the night for us, then a night snack for Haarlep?
Yes. the night feast and the consequences of sex with an incubus
She was tired after her usual weekday, and after that she was devastated by the appetite of her beloved incubus. Still, the day was over, and the prospect of a long sleep quite palpably surrounded her with the warmth and softness of their bed.
However, the sweet dream was not as long as I wanted. In the middle of the night, the girl woke up to Haarlep's persistent stroking. She frowns, tries to open her eyes, which persistently require sleep. She barely has to start moving to turn to Haarlep, as his leg slips between the girl's legs and with a jerk she finds herself lying on her back while the brazen incubus continues its unscheduled offensive.
"Haarlep... you've already got yours today,"
the girl mutters, barely opening her eyes. Haarlep runs a string of wet hot kisses from her belly to her neck. She barely slows him down, leaning her hands on his hair, then wrapping them around his broad shoulders.
"I know, darling, I know," the Incubus whispers sweetly, without taking off her neck. "But I'm still hungry. Therefore, if you, delicious thing, let me do it again, I will be so grateful to you." The velvety meow of Haarlep seems to be able to persuade anyone.
"But I'm so tired...
"Of course dear. Therefore, I will be the most gentle and delicate, you can even continue your sleep. Just let me."
Haarlep settles comfortably between her legs in advance. If match the stubbornness of the incubus, it is expected that he will lick her face like a joyful dog, but his touches on her face are the most gentle, and kisses do not even seem to block her air.
"If you let me sleep, that's fine."
Haarlep's eyes sparkle.
"Great honey, then close your eyes," The incubus kisses the girl deeply, plunging her into such a desirable dream.
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The girl wakes up closer to noon and discovers with displeasure that she did not sleep that night. She sits up on the bed, her hair is disheveled, her eyes hurt and her limbs ache. In a small room, it is easy to notice Haarlep, who enthusiastically wipes the shelves of the closet. He turns at the rustle of the sheets.
"Oh dear, you're awake!"
In the sunlight, he looks like the most innocent and happy creature in the world. As if his excellent health was not the result of the girl's nocturnal ruin.
With an almost bouncing gait, he lands behind her, leaning her against him as if she couldn't hold herself on her own. Which may have been the case.
"How are you feeling?"
He coos and tucks strands of hair behind her ears.
"I dare say there was more than one at night."
The girl barely turns to him and says with feigned resentment.
"Well, a lot can go wrong if you leave a hungry person in a buffet full of food."
He barely makes excuses, tracing circles on her shoulders with his fingers.
"But don't worry, honey, today I will surround you with the maximum of care."
He slides off the bed and goes to the door, thinking along the way.
"I can provide you with a fragrant bath and also bring your favorite flowers and..."
He turns to her at the very door. It's hard not to love this face, the young face of Raphael with pronounced soft cheekbones that rose even higher when the incubus smiled. Haarlep hangs slightly by the handle and looks at her playfully.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
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what is sleepy sex in the middle of the night for us, then a night snack for Haarlep?
Yes. the night feast and the consequences of sex with an incubus
She was tired after her usual weekday, and after that she was devastated by the appetite of her beloved incubus. Still, the day was over, and the prospect of a long sleep quite palpably surrounded her with the warmth and softness of their bed.
However, the sweet dream was not as long as I wanted. In the middle of the night, the girl woke up to Haarlep's persistent stroking. She frowns, tries to open her eyes, which persistently require sleep. She barely has to start moving to turn to Haarlep, as his leg slips between the girl's legs and with a jerk she finds herself lying on her back while the brazen incubus continues its unscheduled offensive.
"Haarlep... you've already got yours today,"
the girl mutters, barely opening her eyes. Haarlep runs a string of wet hot kisses from her belly to her neck. She barely slows him down, leaning her hands on his hair, then wrapping them around his broad shoulders.
"I know, darling, I know," the Incubus whispers sweetly, without taking off her neck. "But I'm still hungry. Therefore, if you, delicious thing, let me do it again, I will be so grateful to you." The velvety meow of Haarlep seems to be able to persuade anyone.
"But I'm so tired...
"Of course dear. Therefore, I will be the most gentle and delicate, you can even continue your sleep. Just let me."
Haarlep settles comfortably between her legs in advance. If match the stubbornness of the incubus, it is expected that he will lick her face like a joyful dog, but his touches on her face are the most gentle, and kisses do not even seem to block her air.
"If you let me sleep, that's fine."
Haarlep's eyes sparkle.
"Great honey, then close your eyes," The incubus kisses the girl deeply, plunging her into such a desirable dream.
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The girl wakes up closer to noon and discovers with displeasure that she did not sleep that night. She sits up on the bed, her hair is disheveled, her eyes hurt and her limbs ache. In a small room, it is easy to notice Haarlep, who enthusiastically wipes the shelves of the closet. He turns at the rustle of the sheets.
"Oh dear, you're awake!"
In the sunlight, he looks like the most innocent and happy creature in the world. As if his excellent health was not the result of the girl's nocturnal ruin.
With an almost bouncing gait, he lands behind her, leaning her against him as if she couldn't hold herself on her own. Which may have been the case.
"How are you feeling?"
He coos and tucks strands of hair behind her ears.
"I dare say there was more than one at night."
The girl barely turns to him and says with feigned resentment.
"Well, a lot can go wrong if you leave a hungry person in a buffet full of food."
He barely makes excuses, tracing circles on her shoulders with his fingers.
"But don't worry, honey, today I will surround you with the maximum of care."
He slides off the bed and goes to the door, thinking along the way.
"I can provide you with a fragrant bath and also bring your favorite flowers and..."
He turns to her at the very door. It's hard not to love this face, the young face of Raphael with pronounced soft cheekbones that rose even higher when the incubus smiled. Haarlep hangs slightly by the handle and looks at her playfully.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
#haarlep#haarlep × tav#haarlep × reader#I just want to purr in the crib with Haarlep#devil boyfriend#boyfriend incubus#incubus × reader
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So, when devils swear, their tails tense up like cats and wag their ends from side to side. this is exactly what happens when Haarlep and Raphael argue as a married couple
and also, if for some reason we give Tav cat ears and a tail, Raphael will make fun of their feline habits. Tav sulks, but then watching Raphael laughs, because he literally has the same feline habits that he does not notice (how his tail moves, how he sleeps, how he stretches, purrs contentedly and snorts discontentedly) Yes, cambions are big devilish cats
and Raphael really likes Tav cat ears. He likes to watch their movements from the side, he likes TO BE the CAUSE of their movements that Tav cannot restrain, and of course he likes to stroke them, no matter it's in everyday life to embarrass Tav, or in the order of tenderness while they rest in bed or on the couch
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you gain enough audacity to throw off the blanket, and with it the tail and wing of your devil boyfriend, who had the temerity not to hug you to him in a dream. The unusual heat and dryness in hell were merciless to you. therefore, you woke up from a terrible dryness of the face, nose and throat, having an urgent need to refresh yourself.
So now, your awkward sleepy gait led you across the warm floor of the boudoir to the pool, where you had the pleasure to wash off some of the heat and get rid of the excruciating dryness.
After that, you went back to the bed, climbing back into your place under the red bedspread. You felt his wing hovering over you again, and his tail gently and securely wrapped around your leg again. You laugh because you realize that this gesture is completely unconscious and you cling more tightly to the devil in his bed
#raphael bg3#raphael x tav#raphael x reader#Devil boyfriend#demon boyfriend#Devil × reader#Oh shit it's just the heating season baby. so my middle of the night looks like this#only without Raphael in bed(#Demon × reader
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