#HAARLEP I'M SORRY

[sky-kiss]

Best Served Cold

A/N: I want the record to show that I love Haarlep. Spoilers for Patch 5.0 Epilogue. Using it for evil. Hiding under a gif. Maybe don't read if you don't like. Sex and violence. Short bit of something.

Haarlep/Durge (GN), Raphael/Durge GN: Best Served Cold (18+)

Oh, the spoils of war are ever so sweet. 

The thought flits through Haarlep’s head, a disconnected spark lost amidst a sea of pleasure. The incubus grips their lover’s hips tighter, fucking up into them as if it’s their last night in Hell. Raphael’s treasured pet comes to take their pleasure from the cambion’s form one last time. Torrid, debauched, and so blessedly delicious. 

I wondered when you’d visit me, my godling, breathed into the hollow of their throat. They’d shivered, eyes widening in wonder and lust—Haarlep’s favorite combination. The incubus bathes themselves in the bhaalspawn’s hunger. You seemed so fond of my little brat. 

“Oh, look at you.” Haarlep breathes. Raphael’s voice, dark and heady, fills the chamber. The bhaalspawn shivers. “Made for his cock, weren’t you? More’s the pity: you were never disappointed by the real thing.” 

They ride him harder, snarling into the frozen air. Haarlep laughs, shifting their touch inward, fingers splayed low on their belly. He likes the contrast of their skin, devil-red against mortal flesh. Haarlep licks their lower lip and thrusts his hips up. There is something so debauched about the way the godling takes him. Furious, punishing, oh, it’s good. Nails bite into his shoulder. The bhaalspawn dips their head, licking the hollow of their throat.

Teeth graze over their pulse. 

And then they bite. 

Haarlep groans, a rush of blood and heat as they break the skin. The bhaalspawn turns their head to the side, hissing into the ruined flesh. There’s pain, but they’ve had far worse during their tenure in Cania. And they still clench around him, move. 

“Mmm, hungry for him, were you?” 

The godling laughs, nosing the underside of his jaw. “No. No, sweetling, that was just for you.” 

They purr, “I’m flattered, pet.” 

“Dreamed of it.” They groan, pushing up and impaling themselves on his cock. Haarlep spreads their legs wider. They want to watch. “Dreamed of this.” 

The incubus chuckles, rocking. “And is it everything you desire?”

“Almost.” They tip their head back, mouth falling open in rapture. “Raphael!” 

Haarlep hisses, pushing up under them. “No. No, pet, you call my name.” 

The godling laughs, rolling their hips. “Raphael.” 

Any response dies on the incubus' tongue. The voice is as familiar as breathing, so much a part of them after centuries of life. Haarlep’s blood runs cold. “You called, little mouse?” 

Haarlep thrashes, suddenly needing to get free, get out. Raphael is there. A mangled reflection of himself, but still alive. His left eye is milky, flesh badly burned and scarred. The right corner of his mouth curls up in a sneer. The godling clenches around them, moaning.

“Oh, Haarlep. Whatever’s the matter? You were so keen on using my form before.” 

The bhaalspawn’s grip is more sure than death itself, tearing through the flesh, leaving long stripes of blood across his pecs. Haarlep hisses, pitches, gets no further. They try to speak, but the damned creature kisses them, swallowing the words along with their air. Raphael closes the distance between them, hands clasped at the small of his back. Dispassionate. The once prince strokes a hand down the godling’s back. 

Fear settles low in the incubus’ belly, coiling alongside the rush of pleasure. So close to the end. A feverish weight at the base of their spine. 

Raphael strokes Haarlep's cheek. His one good eye narrows. 

“Once upon a time, you left me to our little beast…” the bhaalspawn groans, reaching out to fist a hand in Raphael’s robe. “...and I am a cyclical creature. An eye for an eye, hmm? Only fair I return the favor.” 

“Raphael…” They choke out his name, vision blurring. The godling’s teeth are back at their throat, biting, tearing. Haarlep tries to catch their hands, but they are brutally strong. 

Their little brat chuckles, bending and pressing a chaste kiss to their mouth. “Adieu, darling. It’s been…unforgettable.” 

And Haarlep screams. 

[junorsky]

Yeah I hate him. But I'm shameless so it doesn't stop me

[harpershigh]

@dvilsdesire sent:

Haarlep looked the woman up and down. "Very down to earth, I see." Was that an insult? Possibly. "What brings you here, to my play pen, druid?"

Jaheira’s fingers stilled on the spine of an old tome she was browsing through at the Devil's Den as a familiar voice drifted over, each word laced with something as close to disdain as it was… amusement? A brow arched, she smirked without turning. "Oh, Raphael. Out for a leisurely stroll, are you? Funny, I thought devils had better things to do than loiter."

But as she turned, her smirk faltered. The figure had Raphael’s features — his sharp cheekbones, his ever-calculating eyes �� but there was something askew. Too fluid, too… exaggerated, like he was wearing Raphael's skin as a costume and thoroughly enjoying the act. Jaheira’s eyes narrowed, her posture shifting subtly as she took in this peculiar devil. “You’re not Raphael,” she said, coolly. Her eyes lingered on the creature’s smirk, inevitably noticing how differently he wore it. "So who exactly am I graced with?"

[dvilsdesire-a]

"Pfz hafr kuq oiz tatc ul ph vyjud kah efwwh."

[morgotts-moved]

when a choice in a game fits your character, but makes you sad :((

[aracnaregis]

Haarlep wiggles his butt. "Punish me, mistress." @dvilsdesire (I'm sorry lol)

Punishment. Oh, how precious. The little winged creature begged for it — fluttering so eagerly into her webs, like every other pitiful, glittering moth from the Hells. They all yearned for her webs, craving the silken strands that would bind them tight. And who was she to deny such a delectable plea?

Yes... punishment could be arranged, but only on her terms — and always more exquisite than they could possibly imagine.

Lolth's fingers danced through the air, each movement deliberate and graceful, as gossamer threads of shimmering silk materialized from the void. They spun around the incubus with an eerie, predatory precision, encircling their wrists, their ankles, their waist, until they were suspended like a prized trophy. The threads stretched taut, pulling their limbs outward — not in violence, but in perfect, controlled tension, as if Lolth were presenting them to an audience: herself. The web glimmered faintly, a cruel beauty in its intricate design. Lolth tilted her head, studying her work with a satisfied smirk. "There now," she purred, her voice honeyed with malice as she closes the distance, her body touching theirs, their lips now mere millimeters apart. "Stretched just enough to admire... every exquisite flaw. Tell me your name, winged little wonder..."

[lolliputian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raphael/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Raphael (Baldur's Gate), Haarlep (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Tav is Not Described (Baldur's Gate), Tav is only mentioned, mocking raphael hours Summary:

Raphael wants to become an author. For some reason, he decides Haarlep needs to be his copy editor.

[reverieblondie]

Hopefully, this idea is spicy! Female s/o never had pleasured herself before because she found it intimidating so Haarlep (she made sure she had his consent first!), and Astarion (she refused to even think about being intimate until Astarion is ready or willing to try again 😤) teaches her but also finding every opportunity to tease her 😏 while Halsin, Dammon, and Zevlor would patiently teaches her & praises her when she does well!

A/N: Anon, this is so spicy and oh so sexy! Sorry this took forever to get out but I hope you enjoy! Warnings 18+ under the cut, MDNI!

Halsin, Rolan, Astarion, Haarlep, and Zevlor + Dammon

Halsin

When he first told you he could help you with your situation, you thought he was just teasing you, but when you looked into his hazel eyes, you saw how completely serious he was, even with his signature smile. Now, here you are, naked in the woods like nature apparently intended. When he finally showed, your eyes nearly popped from your skull when he emerged completely naked himself; you blanched at the sight of him... It was so heavy that even hard, it hung low and thick. "It won't fit," you state of shock. Halsin was kind enough not to laugh at you as he shook his head. "I'm afraid you're not ready for that yet, but my heart, I had another idea." Halsin held his large hand out to you, which you took without hesitation. Halsin spun you around and slowly ran his hands over your body as he guided you down to your hands and knees. On all fours, you looked back at him, confused before suddenly things became abundantly clear when his hands gripped your ass, and his tongue licked your needy core in long slow stripes. Halsins tongue Savored your arousal like it was the sweetest of nectars, his tongue pushing against your clit before plunging deep into your tight slit. Your hands held tightly to the blades of grass under you as he licked and fucked your tight hole. The pleasure was pulled from you at least twice before he gave you any reprieve with a break. Halsin smirks down at your blissed-out form so pliant before him, and your cunt still quivering and needy. He kissed down your spine, "How are you, my heart?" Your response was "barely coherent as you trembled in bliss, thanking him over and over. "Did you enjoy it!" You nodded, "Yes, very much, yes." Halsin smiles as he slowly pulls your ass cheeks to part showing him your unused hole. He grins. "Good heart... are you willing to try something new?" he didn't have to ask twice before you were begging with a yes. 

Rolan

When you finally opened up to Rolan about your inexperience... you didn't expect this to be his reaction. But here you are on the Achemage's lap; Rolan brushes the hair away from your face Softly before he runs his fingers down your cheek, then caressing your lips softly. "Use me any way you like." Your jaw practically drops as you look into his golden, ardent eyes. "I don't know how..." You mumbled without thinking, holding tighter to his Shoulders. Rolan takes you even more by surprise when he brings his hands to your hips and whispers closely to your car, "Lift your skirt, and I'll show you. "A nervous laugh rips from your throat; you knew he Could be assertive....but not like this. You find yourself quickly pulling up your skirts and biting your lip when you feel his warm hands sliding up your legs to dig lightly into your thighs. Your wet core is exposed directly onto his lap, the material of his trousers making you already needy. Rolan nuzzles into your neck as he begins to rock your hips, as you gasp at the feeling of the cloth rubbing against your clit. Rolan smiles at each noise... He gently bites your neck as he moves his hand down to your dripping core allowing. you to tease yourself on his fingers while you grind yourself against him. hand where you need." His rich voice makes you roll your head back as you lose yourself to his guidance. You grasp his hand and move his fingers to your quivering slit. Rolan watches your silent moans as he traces his middle and index fingers over your cunt. "Ro... please... you quiver as your thighs start to tremble on his lap. Rolan just shakes his head as he marvels at you. If you want it, then take it." You know exactly what he means, So you sit up and guide his fingers to fill you, slowly sinking down on them till you reach his knuckles. Rolan Watches you momentarily before he moves his fingers to brush against your sweet spot. You clutch to him tighter as you bury your face into his neck, feeling his Soft hair and indulging in more of his Sandalwood Scent. Rolan smirks at your shyness before he instructs you further, "Now move your hips up and down, ride hand till you feel it." As soon as he says it, you feel it... You cling harder and bounce steadily faster till you feel the sudden snap. You didn't mean to moan so lewdly... or to make a mess all over his lap... But despite that, Rolan keeps looking at you with stars filling his eyes.

Astarion

You feel yourself shaking as you watch him stalk Around the room. "Are you sure this is okay... Astarion locks at you confused before he smiles and moves his hand to pinch out the last candle filling the space with warm light, "If it wasn't, I wouldn't have offered darling..." His red eyes glimmer like that of a predator as he stalks closer... Astarion had offered... he had seen all your stress slowly building and building... Astarion cares for you... You care greatly for him, and that may be why you agreed. So now you are in the moonlight room of Last Light, letting Astarion crawl over you and kiss your lips so tenderly as he begins to undo his Places to his trousers... His kisses make you dizzy, and his cold hands make you needy as they tempt your skin. As he lowers himself onto you lifting your legs to Slot himself between your thighs, and D right as the head of his cock is sliding against your slick folds, you're grabbing him in a tight embrace. "I don't want you to do this unless you're sure." You pant out, making him pause. Astarion holds you back softly; you care a lot for him despite everything. Astarion kisses your cheek, then your eyes, before finally kissing your lips again. "Darling, I care for you immensely... If you don't want to tell me. But I want this to help bring the person I care for pleasure? I can't think of a better thing. In the moonlight, you see his smile and eyes so clear and set on you. With a breath, you smile back, "Yes, I want this." Astarion carefully runs his hands over your body, building back up what you need as he positions himself once more. You give him a bed as you feel his cock tapping against your aching slit. Astarion swallows as he looks down at you. So beautifully splayed out for him. "I will go slow, darling, I promise..." It was slow, sweet, and the best release of your life.

Haarlep

Your blood feels like it's boiling... and the fiery eyes staring at you from where they lounge on the grand bed does nothing to help it. Haarleps smile makes them completely unreadable, but as they wave their massive hand to call you, you feel some relief; despite your trembling, they still want to help you. "Lay down on the bed, get comfortable..." Their words flow over you like warm honey; you can never deny Haarlep; you don't think anyone could... Crawling towards them bare like this is already making you wet, Haarlep smirks, leaning back like he already knows it. Once close enough, Haarlep grabs and gently pushes you to lay against their chest. You can already feel your breath hitching as you're pressed to their hot skin, but Haarlep places their hand against your chest to Steady your breath as the other grabs your thigh and begins to spread your legs, "I've never..." Haarlep Coos is down at you. You know, sweet girl. That's why you will simply listen. Haarlep Slides your arm down to your wet core, lightly guiding your fingers to play with your folds." And obey..." Haarleps words alone make you keen, your fingers threatening to move fast. Haarlep, though, Keeps you from losing yourself. "Go slow and rub here." As Haarlep talks, they take more control of your hand, Guiding your fingers to find your puffy little clit. Nuzzling your hair, feeding off your Soft nose in mews as they lead you through your pleasure. Teach me... touch me, you had so Sweetly asked the incubus; you knew they would, but you didn't expect it to be this good. Haarleps, Watching your fingers move intently as they bring your other hand to prod into yourself. As you're teasing your quivering slit, you want to hold your breath, but Haarlep keeps you gasping, "Finger yourself and make sure you breathe... You nod feverishly as they guide your hand in deeper and deeper. Your whole body starts to tighten, and your stomach twists into an eye-rolling ache, and then a snap has you Shuddering with a moan. Your ears are ringing. As you lay in your afterglow, you hardly hear Haarlps cooing, but you feel him bring your hand to his mouth and lick it clean.

Dammon and Zevlor

Your body feels like you're on fire, and their touching only worsens it. It feels like it's been hours, and you are hidden away in the privacy of the chamber there is no way for you to even know if it's still dark with the party chanting on or if it's the morning hours with everyone sleeping off their hangovers. Though you hope. Pit's the former, so you can stay here pinned between them."You're doing so well... "Zevlors rough voice coos into your fevered ears. You push flush against his chest as you fidget and pant; on the one hand, keep your shaking thighs open while the other rolls slowly circle over your clit with his calloused thumb. Zevlor nips the shell of your ear, making you whimper, "Does it feel good, Dove? You roll your head back as he presses down on your pearl; he knows it feels good. He only keeps pushing you to your climax over and over again.... well..." Zevlor..." Dammon releases his lips from his slick cunt with a wet pop, his bright eyes dark as he looks up at you and the older man, his lips wet and dripping down to his chin. "Don't tease our hero. You know she can't speak right now. She's hot after those first three times. I bet she couldn't even hear anything past her own heartbeat." Zevlor Chuckles as he pushes his hate into your 1 hair, taking a deep whiff. "Sweet Dove... She has been so good for us... though I miss that lovely voice of hers..." Zevlor takes the opportunity to pinch you at your clit roughly, earning you both a pleading moan. Zevlor seems to know your body better than you... and he's not going to let you forget it. Dammon smiles as he kisses your trembling thighs, gathering your slick on his fingers as you rock your hips blindly for more. Dammon kisses up your body, nipping at your soft flesh and licking on your sensitive peaks. It gets not only a moan from you but a moan from Zev as well as he watches the display. Dammon smirks at your blown-out eyes, bringing his fingers to Zevlors. He lips for the older man to lick the arousal off his fingers. "Hope our Sweet hero knows how thankful we are..." Zevlor releases Dammons fingers from his lips, his glowing eyes raking over your flushed body. "What do you say, Dove? A few more rounds to show our devotion?" You smile up at the two men, nodding lazily, and the men couldn't be more delighted. Dammon is about to go back to taste more of you but is stopped when Zevlor turns you around and lifts your legs over his shoulders, positioning his cock to your warmth. Dammon protests, "Hey! I wasn't done!" Zevlor's tail wraps around your waist before he sinks in with a growl, "Enough; you can have her once I fill her up again." He gives Dammon a warning but playful look as the blacksmith cradles your head, "We promised to take turns, remember..."

[madschiavelique]

Could I request smut headcanons for astarion, gale, halsin, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, rolan, and wyll being teased by his female s/o that he came in his pants/underwear please?

omg im so sorry this took so long but arcane has a grip on me that is just SO tight. also, i'm sorry but i couldn't think of a way to make this prompt work for kar'niss, thus he won't be present in this sorryyy

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ characters : astarion, gale, halsin, raphael, haarlep, rolan, wyll

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : smut, reader being a dom if you squint for some of the men in this, teasing, reader being a teasing shit, fem!reader, no use of y/n

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 2,2k (~ 300 words per characters)

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ astarion : 

After a long day in camp, Astarion was on duty sewing up the few clothes that had been torn during the day. It was a relaxing activity that he didn't see as an inconvenience when it came to the tasks everyone had in the camp.

It was his turn on guard duty, his elven assets obviously allowing him to be awake for longer. And, as luck would have it, you were sharing this shift.

Sitting by the campfire for better light, he was concentrating on drawing and sticking his needle continuously.

"What a tear it was," you confirmed, coming to sit just behind him and lacing your hands around his waist.

He chuckled softly, the sensation of your warmth against him quite different from that of the flames facing him. "Should my mind wonder, I think you get your clothes torn on purpose." He said, his face turning away from his task to meet your eyes, a flash of mischief crossing them.

"Really?" You smiled, your eyes lowering gradually to his lips as one of your hands moved slowly down his stomach to brush against his crotch. "I think you'd prefer me with no clothes at all."

His eyes were half-closed, a sigh of relief expelled from his lungs as your fingers slipped past the thickness of his trousers to press against him.

"Do you like it when you see my clothes torn apart?" you whispered against the back of his neck as you placed a kiss on it, your hot breath sending shivers down the vampire's spine.

His head fell back against your shoulder, moans rising from his throat as the feel of your breasts, barely covered by your shirt, pressed against his back. The pleasure was building fast, the feel of your lips against his skin, your divine fingers pumping his length to perfection, and your words pushing him towards ecstasy.

"Would you want to tear them yourself?" you questioned as your wrist increased the pace, your teeth grazing his skin for a moment before you bit down gently.

It almost took his breath away, the knot of pleasure bursting as you gently kissed his skin in encouragement.

You pulled your hand out of his trousers, watching the spectacle in the firelight with a satisfied smile. His eyes returned to yours, and you could be sure that your shirt was going to be ripped to shreds in the next few seconds.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ gale : 

Gale pinched the bridge of his nose, trying as best he could to integrate the complex workings of a new spell he wanted to learn.

"You look tense," you remarked as you sat down beside him, placing your hand on his thigh in an attempt of reassuring him.

"Somehow these engravings are giving me quite a hard time," he replied, giving you a frustrated little smile as his eyes returned to the paper.

"Maybe..." Your hand slid to his crotch, his eyes drifting slowly from the parchment to yours. "You need to relax a bit to learn it better?"

His nose brushed yours gently, his lips grazing yours and inhaling heavily as your hands moved past the waistband of his trousers and onto his warm skin.

His lips sought yours relentlessly, but you always found a way to turn away and smile against his cheek when he twitched at your meticulous and delicious movements.

"Why don't you try and read it for me?" you purred.

He tried to return to his parchment, but your hand against him simply made him press his forehead against the spell lines as you brought him to climax.

With a gasp, he regained his composure and you kissed his jaw.

"Can you focus better on it now?" you suggested slyly.

How could he concentrate on anything after what you'd just put him through? He chuckled, almost throwing his parchment away as he grabbed your chin.

"My dear, I think it's time for me to practice some different spells on you."

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ halsin : 

halsin was, as usual when he was staying at camp and the others had gone elsewhere for one reason or another, sitting by his tent carving a new wooden duck that he couldn't wait to add to his collection

You rested your head on his thigh, watching him as he gave you a gentle look, refocusing on his task.

What could be disturbing his serenity, his concentration and his control? When even was the last time you'd seen halsin flustered?

You placed your hand tentatively on his second thigh, letting your thumb caress his bulging muscle beneath the fabric of his trousers. He glanced at you for a moment, continuing his task more gently already, his attention gradually drifting to you as your finger ventured to his crotch, caressing it.

He inhaled harshly, his hands tightening on the knife and the piece of wood as his breath caught, his eyes now completely on you.

"My heart?" he asked, his breath catching as your hand cupped his cock.

"Just keep going," you said simply, not taking your eyes off him as your hand continued its little game.

You felt him harden under the caress of your fingers as, in your semi-innocence, he continued his task with some difficulty.

On several occasions, he smiled, a low laugh of air rising from his chest as your fingers touched a particularly sensitive spot or you stopped your movements to his surprise, saying, "If you don't continue carving, I will stop."

However, as time progressed, he forgot all about his sculpture, your fingers a delight on him as you picked up the pace until he relaxed completely with a few spasms under your hands, ruining his trousers.

Breathing hard, he watched you, cheek still resting on his thigh as you indicated as if nothing had happened "the next sculpture you make should be of me."

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ raphael : 

It had been hours already since Raphael had been sitting at his desk, and boredom mixed with envy had led you to him.

It didn't take you long to settle into his lap, embracing him and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Do you miss me that much, my pearl?" he asked, a dark chuckle echoing in his chest.

"You've been doing this paperwork for hours already," you mumbled, your eyes facing the corner of his jaw.

"Be a bit more patient," he assured you as he continued reading yet another sheet. "It won't take me long."

But you had been patient enough already. Still, you sighed, simply resting your cheek on his shoulder.

Maybe there was a way for you to get him out of this boring situation with something more enticing.

You rolled your hips, a low hum coming from his throat. You repeated the movement, feeling his breath heavier already.

"You're up to something," he murmured, pressing his cheek to yours as his lips brushed your ear.

"Am I?" you questioned without waiting for an answer, your hips rolling against his as you felt him harden beneath you.

"You're being a distraction." His breath became heavier as his hands left the papers to rest on your hips.

"I'm your favourite distraction." you whispered in his ear, smiling playfully as you nibbled his lobe.

His hips reacted of their own accord, grinding against you as you kept up an ever-accelerating rhythm. His breath quickened as he whispered your name, your lips kissing and biting his neck until, with a groan, he came.

He rested his forehead on your shoulder, smiling against your skin as you straightened, leaving him with a stain in his trousers and looking surprised.

"Now you know the fun that you're missing." you say, moving away from the desk before he catches up with you, placing you on your shoulder and carrying you to the nearest bed.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ haarlep : 

catching haarlep off guard in terms of teasing is no easy feat, so you'd offered him a challenge.

"you want to make me cum without touching me, little dove?" he sneered, the idea probably seeming ridiculous and insane to him, but above all: impossible.

But you weren't going to be deterred, advancing towards him in the most beautiful lingerie you owned - his favourite. his eyes, burning with desire, roamed over your body as though they were starving.

"you truly think this is impossible for me to achieve this?" you asked, coming to sit right on top of him without your thighs touching his hips or any part of your skin coming into contact with him.

"you're making me reconsider my own words," Haarlep remarked, his eyes at the same level as your breasts.

you lowered yourself towards him, your hand barely brushing his already hard length as your lips parted near his ears, whispering words that would shock any paladin.

of their own accord, his hips began to move, finding friction against the fabric of his black underwear as your hand continued to move just above him, the distance driving him mad.

The friction intensified, his movements becoming more erratic and repetitive as your words lifted him beyond the clouds of hell.

"Come for me, Haarlep," you whispered as his breath hitched. "Come for me."

He came as if on command, his hips jerking against nothing as you laughed close to his ear before kissing him, pulling back to admire the sight of his half-closed eyelids.

He smiled, his canine teeth glistening in the light as he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you under him onto the bed, "I think it's my turn to achieve the impossible."

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ rolan : 

Rolan, eternally busy in the library, was sincerely starting to make you wait. 

You sat next to him, waiting tirelessly as he turned another page. There was no fun in sight for any of you if he continued like that for long.

You rested your head on your hand, watching him for a moment as an idea popped into your head.

"Read for me," you said, as he turned to you in surprise. 

"You want me to read this to you?" he repeated, pointing to a book that seemed immeasurably boring.

"Mhm," you simply hummed, shrugging your shoulders as your hand came to rest on his thigh and you moved closer to him, pretending to be interested.

He cleared his throat, the simple sensation of your hand on his thigh making him all a-twit as he began his technical reading.

Gradually, though, your hand moved closer to his crotch, caressing his thigh with your thumb as you felt his voice tremble at times and his jaw tense.

When you placed your hand down on him, however, he couldn't help but let out a moan, turning to you.

"What are you-" he began, but you cut him off.

"Just keep reading," you said simply, a flash of slyness still in your eyes.

He breathed in, understanding your little game as he returned to his reading with some difficulty and you resumed your slow, precise movements.

Sometimes you felt his hips twitch, or enjoyed his sentences punctuated by sighs and moans as he stopped reading, unable to concentrate as you urged him to continue unless you'd stop.

"I'm..." his breath quickened, your hands doing the same as he couldn't even put two coherent words together under your touch.

"Mhm?" you hummed, your movements as precise and fast as ever.

"Fuck," he swore as he clamped his hand over his mouth and his hips bucked against your hand, the warm sensation of his release pressing against your palm.

You watched the result of your work, Rolan huffing and puffing and his head thrown back, covering the blush darkening his cheeks.

"You're never going to get me out of this library alive," he sighed, hiding his eyes as you laughed softly.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ wyll : 

He was spending such a tremendous time making sure his sword was clean and efficient that you wondered if you'd end up envying rapiers and other sabres.

You came up behind him and wrapped your hands around his waist.

"You've sharpened it enough," you breathed, resting your chin on his shoulder as your own reflection watched you in his blade.

He raised it in front of him, straight into the sunlight. "What's a blade of frontier without a proper sword?"

He laid the blade on his knee again, running his file over the metal with precision, much to your frustration. He could have put that determination into something else, like you for example.

You sighed, your hands wandering mischievously to his groin. "Maybe the blade himself needs to loosen up a bit..."

A dull moan spread through his chest, vibrating against your own as you cupped him through his pants.

You massaged him gently, caressing him as his concentration on his sword weakened and he hardened.

"Do you prefer your sword to me?" you asked as you reached past the edge of his trousers and ran your hand down his shorts, a hiss escaping his lips as your hand came in contact with his skin.

His hips bucked messily against your palm, his breath getting heavier and heavier.

You pressed your mouth to his ear, whispering "Can your sword make you come like I do?"

Without further ado, he came against your hand with a long moan of pleasure, his head falling on your shoulder as he breathed softly, turning his head to look at you.

But you stood up, leaving him like that.

"Who will you choose tonight?" you said playfully, "your sword, or me?"

[dark-and-kawaii]

Just a thought came to mind! How do you feel about Raphael, Haarlep, Rolan, and Zevlor being spanked by you (with consent of course!)? I'm curious :3

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭*✩‧₊ When Love Gets A Little Cheeky

⊹ D’awh this is so adorably cute!!! They all have nice booties so yes!!! Let’s smack some bg3 ass!!!!

⊹ Content: Smacking Some Ham ♡ ♡ ♡ - Cheeky - Cute - Teasing

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Zevlor

Watching Zevlor do just about anything is like a treat for your eyes. The way his muscles ripple beneath the white fabric of his linen shirt when he does anything, it’s hard not to drool a little. But right now, as he bends to grab the cloth he dropped, you suddenly notice just how fine his backside is…

You’re sitting there, legs crossed, completely entranced. Your body seems to have a mind of its own as you quietly get up and make your way over to him, hands tucked behind your back, cheeks flushed with a mischievous grin. Just as he straightens up, your hand playfully lands a cheeky smack on his rear!

Zevlor’s reaction was so priceless, so cute as his tail shoots straight up, spinning around, utterly bewildered at the sudden violation of his privacy. His eyes meet your beautiful face, which is lit up with the biggest, most innocent smile and blush.

You giggle, “Sorry! I just couldn’t resist! It’s just so nice and it was just staring at me!” Your lashes flutter, laughing, and gaze up at him with the same sweet expression.

It takes him a moment but soon his body relaxes, the look of confusion on his face replaced with that sweet and kind smile of his, that smile that always makes you fall for him over and over again, “You should wane on the side of caution, my dear. One might think that you were flirting with me.” His tail slinked up around your waist to pull you closer, making you giggle again.

You rest your hands on his chest, giving it a playful rub, eyes twinkling as you reply, “Gasp! Flirt with a hellspawn? Never!” You bite your lip with a cheeky grin, leaning into him, fingers toying with his shirt buttons.

Zevlor chuckles, “Well then, I suppose it is I who should wane on the side of caution in such a situation. The look you're giving me suggests I might have a succubus in my arms.” He leans down to capture your lips, his hand gently cradling the back of your neck as his tail holds you close.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Haarlep

Sneaking up on Haarlep? Yeah, that wasn’t really your strong suit. Even now, as you watch the creature sprawled out on your bed, lying in his stomach with that tempting ass of his in the perfect position to be played with- just begging to be smacked...

But Haarlep, being the ever tease he was, just laid there, his eyes closed as he played along with your games. The incubus is always so eager to see what you’re planning.

You try, oh how you try so quietly to sneak up on your incubus, standing beside the bedside where he lounges, eyes locked on that irresistible ass. Just as you think you’ve finally did it- that you finally were able to land the perfect blow, your hand coming down- his tail snakes around your wrist… And with a swift tug, you’re forced to fall onto his back.

“Now, now, what have we here~? What mischief are you up to, my little dove?” That voice, that sultry whisper that always sends a delicious shiver down your spine, “Up to no good again, I see? Whatever shall I do about this~?” As his tail releases your wrist, it swoops down deliver a smack to your own ass, “Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson or two~”

Deep down, you knew it would end up like this, but honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way~

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Raphael

Lounging in the House of Hope, you watched your devil as he paced around, examining his latest contract. The parchment was so insignificant compared to that handsome smirk playing on his lips, how his tail swayed, and you couldn’t help but admire how his pants hugged his rear just right.

You felt so incredibly lucky to be in his presence, grateful he decided to keep you around so that you could enjoy the view of such eye candy.

As he approached where you were soaking in his healing bath, he lowered the contracts so that he could glance down at you with a dark chuckle, “Enjoying yourself, mous?”

You tilted your head with a playful smile, “would be better if I had a certain devil I knew in here with me~” you replied, lifting your leg out of the tub in a teasing manner.

“In due time.” he murmured, beginning to walk away.

But patience wasn’t on your agenda today, not at all. Feeling a bit bratty and craving his attention, you decided to make a move. With haste, you stepped out of the water, careful not to slip as you dashed up to him, delivering a playful smack to his ass.

You watched as his shoulders tensed and his tail froze mid sway. As he turned to face you, his little mouse, you flashed him a toothy grin, stuck your tongue out, and scampered back to the bath, read for the cat and mouse game you knew he enjoyed so much~

Peeking out from the water, you watch him observiently.

“My, my, how Ill mannered of you, little mouse.” He mused, snapping his fingers to make the contract vanish. In an instant, he also disappeared only to appear behind you, pressing against your backside, his body pinning you against the edge of the bath. His large hand cupping your ass possessively.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Rolan

Rolan was always the serious type, nose buried in his scrolls and potions. Even now as you visited him in his tower, he’s all about his work. You let out a dramatic sigh, plopping yourself onto his desk, watching him with nothing but boredom in your eyes.

Hopping off his wooden desk, you lean against him, your chest brushing up against his arm as you grin wide at him. Rolan barely spares you a glance, sighing, “Can I help you with something?”

“Just watchin!~” You chirp, wiggling your hips before slipping behind him. He’s so absorbed in his potion and scroll. Leaning back, your hands come up to frame his cute little butt like a camera lens.

“So adorable~” You whisper under your breath.

“What was tha-?”

Your hand suddenly claps down somewhat hard on his ass, causing Rolan to let out a cry, and the potion in his hands to go everywhere. He doesn’t have to turn around so you can see his reaction. From how he suddenly froze and his whole body tensed up, you can tell that the poor tiefling is stunned.

You bite back a laugh, a small squeak coming from your mouth as you cover your mouth. Rolan, on the other hand, lets out a strangled noise from his throat as he slowly turns his head towards you. His eyes are narrowed, and the tips of his ears an even brighter red.

A smirk graces your lips as you reach up to tap his nose, “Oops! There was a fly there~” you wink.

Rolan sighs heavily, his face falling into his hands as he shakes his head.

He swore you were going to be the death of him.

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

i'm also a big fan of both! maybe tav will get the whip this time? i'm a sucker for raphael in traditional devil setting, it scratches something in my brain. for the rest, whatever you want is fine with me

Tav tested her restraints. Not looking for weakness, no. She expected none. The chains around her wrists were heavy-duty and clinched tight, biting into her skin. She wanted some leeway. She’d been strung up and dangled like a prime cut of meat, just high enough that her feet lifted off the ground without supporting her entire weight, leaving her strained and uncomfortable. That she was nude only made things worse. Avernus’ air was dry and hot, yet Tav shivered; she was waiting for him, and the dread, the anticipation, chilled her to the bone. She had no way to know how long he kept her waiting. An hour, an eternity, it was all the same. When she finally sensed him enter the room, each of his footfalls causing tight spasms in her belly as he approached her, she was already breathless.

“My, my,” purred Raphael, clear delight in his hellish eyes as he observed his prisoner. “So well-behaved…not even a squeak from you. I almost forgot you were in here.” He reached out one big and warm red paw and cupped her chin, lightly dragging the claw of his thumb across Tav’s bottom lip. “Unfortunately, no one leaves the Room of Shame without submitting to their punishment, but that’s a rule you know intimately…isn’t it?”

“I…” Tav hesitated. Raphael’s expression did not change, but he traced her lip again, this time pressing just hard enough to make a thin scratch. Tav winced at the sting, a taste of what was to come. “Yes, I know,” she murmured.

“Of course you do. And you know exactly why you’re here, hanging so…precariously…yes? Remind me.” The way he curled his smoky words with such sweetly sinister intent never failed to heat Tav’s cheeks, or moisten her sex. Apart from his grip on her face, Raphael was keeping himself out of reach. Reminding her of the distance, metaphorical and physical, between them. He was untouchable and she, a wriggling morsel for him to play with.

“I’m being punished because I…because…” Tav didn’t want to admit her transgression aloud. Raphael hummed throatily, his black and fire eyes glittering with dark delight.

“Every second you hesitate is another lash, dear…”

“I’m being punished because I played with the incubus without permission,” she blurted. She wasn’t sorry and he knew it.

“Indeed you did. You took advantage of my previous generosity and indulged in my unruly pet’s attention. How many lashes do you think you deserve for that, audacious little mouse?”

“Ah…um…t-ten?”

“Ten?” Raphael barked; laughed. “Ohhh, audacious and foolish, aren’t you? Were I not in such a good mood, I might’ve decided you deserved flaying instead for that.”

Tav shuddered. She was both lucky and unlucky as a warlock, with such a temperamental patron. She was too useful to be disposed of. There was the sound of infernal displacement and a whiff of fire and sulphur, and Raphael’s unruly pet himself swaggered into the room.

“Oh, excellent! You haven’t started yet,” Haarlep crooned.

“You weren’t invited,” Raphael growled. “Go back to the boudoir where you belong.”

“And miss a good old fashioned whipping? I think not.” The incubus clicked his fingers and summoned a chair that he, sensual and over the top, folded himself into, ready to watch.

“Fine.” The master of the house decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. “But be quiet and keep your hands to yourself.”

“Not a problem.” Haarlep winked at Tav. She couldn’t hold his lust-laden gaze, dropping her eyes to his bare feet – long, clawed toes that he deliberately wriggled, rubbed the arch of one foot with, reminding Tav of when she, out of her mind on spit and pheromones, eagerly gagged on them to the sound of the demon’s twisted laughter. He made her experience shame and humiliation beyond anything even Raphael was capable of. Haarlep smirked when Tav looked away.

Disregarding the exchange, Raphael cleared his throat. He was, after all, the most important person in this room. “What delightful instrument shall I use on you…”

“Cat O’ nine tails,” Haarlep offered helpfully. His suggestion was ignored.

“How about one of my old favourites?” The devil clicked his fingers and a long, thin whip with a flared tip appeared in his hands. “Yes…this will do. Simple, but effective. Sometimes a bit of simplicity is all you need.” He petted the weapon, fondled the black leather, testing its weight in his hands. Tav watched with baited breath. Raphael grinned, making a show of rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. He was enjoying drawing it out, knowing Tav’s racing thoughts, her growing dread, would only make her suffering taste better. She knew better than to beg for clemency. Begging excited him, meaning he was inclined to strike her far more times than he promised. All she could do was wait. In a way, that was worse than the whipping itself.

Get on with it, please, she thought, on the chance that he might be peering into her mind, hit me already.

Raphael prowled around her, a lion circling his prey. Tav tensed, jolting when he stroked the length of her spine with one claw. “Such a pretty canvas waiting to be painted…where shall I make the first stroke?”

Deafening silence. Tav’s own heavy breathing. Then a mighty crack – the whip split the air, and Tav’s skin. For a brief, merciful moment she didn’t feel it, but the agony wouldn’t be denied. Sharp, burning. Tears sprang up in Tav’s eyes. Her body arched, her mouth open but her scream silent, shock and pain stopping her from making a sound. Good, because Raphael preferred it if she fought just a little, if she refused to give him what he wanted until he broke her. Haarlep shifted where he sat, eager and lascivious.

“How was that, sweet mouse?” Raphael cooed.

“F-fine,” Tav managed through grit teeth.

“Hmm…perhaps I need to make the next one harder.”

She could picture him raising his arm up higher, bending into the strike. He grunted as he swung. Tav couldn’t keep quiet this time, making a strangled noise as the whip ripped her flesh. Her mouth filled with blood; she’d bitten through the meat of her cheek.

“How about that one?” Tav struggled to speak, fought to push words through her copper-wet mouth. The devil chuckled. “Surely you’re not done in already…we’re only on the second…”

“No…I’m f – it’s f-fine.”

“Good girl.”

Tav briefly whited out with the third, calculated strike. He’d got her across her lower back. She could only imagine the expression on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, because when her vision returned she saw Haarlep avidly watching her, feasting on her torture, his thighs spread. He squeezed and rubbed his fattening cock still in his harness. His forked and fraudulent tongue licked his thin lips that were pulled into a serpentine smile. Raphael released a quiet groan from behind. Arousal and frustration went into his next strike, and the next, and the next. Again and again and again. No break between, no leering in her ears.

Someone was screaming, guttural and wheezing. Tav realised it was her. She could feel her warm blood dripping down her back, over the swell of her ass. Raphael was shredding her raw; Haarlep had freed his red, ridged prick and was stroking it leisurely, enjoying the fruits of his impish, infernal misbehaviour. Never punished, always rewarded, but Tav just couldn’t hate him for it.

“There, now,” Raphael crooned, sounding a mite breathless, awed by his work. He rounded her. Through blurry eyes Tav saw a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, a lock of black hair unkempt from his effort. The whip was soaked crimson. The devil’s erection strained in his trousers and he was alight with fiendish frenzy. His tail swayed to and fro. He spoke with pride. “Quite the piece I’ve made of you this time, I must say.”

“It looked good from the front, too,” sighed Haarlep dreamily. “Choke her on your cock and you’ll complete it, I think.”

Raphael hummed, loosening his belt. His dick, hard and veined and heavy, its thick head leaking hot cum, sprang free. He clicked his fingers and Tav lowered to the ground, collapsing onto her knees – perfect height for Raphael to feed that fat dick between her slick and bloodied lips, into her warm and slack mouth. He groaned deep in his throat when his precum-sticky tip touched the back of her throat and Tav gagged. “For once, Haarlep, you’re right about something.”

[bekaroth-reads]

Baldur's Gate 3 Characters x Reader/Tav with childcare habits

[ Not sure what to title this. I work with toddlers and very small children, and there are so many habits that leak over into other things I do. Thought that it would be funny if Tav had the same problem. Not necessarily romantic relationships, it can be platonic too. This is written gender neutral so it can be any reader or Tav.]

Gale- There was a general air of exhaustion that hung over the camp. But, on the bright side, at least Gale could rest easy in the knowledge that there was a very powerful, easy to consume artifact in his hands. While he usually liked to go through the whole song and dance of this unfortunate requirement by himself, he didn’t mind if you were there. You had both seen each other in stranger situations by this point. Add to this that you looked like you were about to fall asleep at any moment, there wasn’t much to be self conscious about.

Just as Gale put the artifact to his lips, you suddenly moved his hand away, giving it a few gentle taps.

“Ick, ick! Makes a Gale sick.” You mumbled, not conscious enough to be considered awake before you rolled over and fell asleep proper.

Gale gave a tickled chuckle that was slightly tinged with the bitterness of the truth in the situation.

“Oh, believe me. I know.” He patted your shoulder and got back to the deed at hand.

Halsin- Everyone else had retired to their tents except Halsin and yourself. The both of you had offered to clean up the mess from dinner. You had talked for awhile, but finally got around to actually cleaning. The pot that was used to cook dinner was left too close to the fire, so it was still too hot to touch with your bare hands. You had used a cloth to move it away, and were waiting for it to cool off when Halsin came over to pick it up.

Moving faster than your thoughts, you moved away his hand while instinctively saying.

“Hot, hot for Halsin!”

You were hoping that he somehow didn’t hear what you had said exactly. And, when all he responded was a polite, “Thank you for the warning,” you thought he might have not. However, Halsin was literally biting his tongue to try not to laugh.

A few days later, he teased you by taking a lit torch from you and gently scolding, “Hot, hot for Tav.”

Astarion- Things haven’t been great for him lately. And, by lately, he meant decades. However, he could wallow in self pity later. Right now he needed to feed, and animal blood wasn't cutting it. Lucky that you seemed to put your bed roll a bit farther from the fire than the others in the group.

He quietly sneaked his way over to you, and prepared to strike. However, when his fangs hit your neck, things took an unexpected turn.

"No bites! Not nice!" You scolded in your sleep as your hand moved to rest on his forehead and gently push him away.

You suddenly woke up. The two of you stared at each other, neither saying anything. After an agonizing awkward few minutes, he walked away.

The next morning he pulled you aside from the rest of the party and sternly whispered, "Look- you don't mention that I'm a vampire and I won't tell them about the baby-talk."

Shadowheart- She and Lae'zel had gotten into an argument. Nothing new for either of them. This one really got under Shadowheart's skin this time.

"Can't believe that slimly toad of a woman thought she could pull something like that..." She grumbled as she stomped past you.

"Hey, are you using your kind words?" You asked.

This stopped her in her tracks and she turned to look at you, her anger almost completely replaced by myrth. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" She questioned, her voice sounding as devious as she felt.

"Are you speaking well about our teammates?" You rephrased.

Raphael- He had insisted that he recite a new poem that he was working on, even if he had to wake you up to do so. Despite trying to stay awake, you couldn't help but doze off on Haarlep's shoulder. They didn't mind as, though they weren't physically tired, they would also rather be anywhere else. The two of you both being Raphael's quite literal captive audience.

"Oh, no. That most certainly is NOT what you asked me." Shadowheart teased. She wouldn't let you live this down for a long time. She's never too hard on you though.

Once the cambion had finished, he looked at the both of you expecting praise for his prose; Haarlep elbowed you just in the nick of time so you could sit up before Raphael noticed.

"Well?" He goaded.

"Truly, you have outdone yourself." Haarlep gave a purposefully unconvincing cheer.

Raphael rolled his eyes before moving his attention to you. "And, you, Tav?"

Still not fully aware of how you sounded or anything in the actual contents of the poem, you said, "Oh, how pretty, Raphael!" like you would have to a child that just gave you a finger painting.

The next thing you knew, Haarlep was rushing down the hall, you slung over their shoulder, their wings hitting your head with every movement, as they were laughing so hard it almost turned into a coughing fit. The quick escape must have been from the vaguely Raphael shaped fire right behind you, snapping and flinging blazes your direction while cursing and yelling about you not knowing what true art is.

Haarlep- They had heard that you had taken a pretty nasty hit to the head. Still, they hadn't quite expected what they were greeted with when they went to take stock of your condition like they were asked to. (Nurse work wasn't usually in their duties, but Raphael couldn't be bothered to do this himself.)

They appeared in your room to see you sitting on your bed, staring at nothing.

"Knock, knock, little mortal." They announced their presence which tore your eyes away from the space you were looking at.

You looked at them for a moment before giving a exasperated sigh.

"Where are your clothes?" You asked.

They blink a few times, not knowing how else to respond. "I beg your pardon?" They eventually asked.

You walked over to your closet and started digging through it. Eventually you walked over with a completely mixed matched set of clothes. "You have to wear something. You can't just run around in your undies!" The last part was very exaggerated as you lightly pinched and wiggled their nose.

They immediately returned to Raphael with you in tow. "It's worse than we thought." Was all they said as they sat you down and walked away.

Gartash- To say that Enver Gortash's work and habits were messy would be an understatement. It was certainly no different tonight. He had gotten blood and viscera all over him. And, seeing as he loved to get a rise out of you, he chose not to wash it off before going to find you.

When he saw you reading, he took a moment to compose himself to seem as though nothing was amiss, and walked calmly up to you.

"Anything interesting in your books today?" He asked, barely holding his excitement to hear you yell at him.

You started to say something, but when you turned to look at him you took a cloth from your pocket. Reaching up, you rubbed the blood from his face; each pass of the cloth was acompanied with a sing-song, "Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe."

Gortash was baffled and indignant that he didn't get the reaction he wanted. He smacked your hand away and yelled, "What in the hells was that?!"

"Sorry," you offered sheepishly, "force of habit."

[bitethedevil]

Theories, Character Analyses, and Nerdy Stuff: Masterlist

Here is an extensive list of all sorts of analyses I've done (or those of them I found relevant and that I often refer back to). Some of them are asks while others are just me going on a yapping-spree about this man. It was taking up a lot of space on my main masterlist, so I made it its own thing. They are sorted oldest to newest. Enjoy.

I cry about how cambions are doomed to fail from the day they are born.

Raphael and his weaponized mortality: How Raphael's plays on his mortality to lure people into his web

Raphael and the Devil's Tango: Raphael and sex

I think that Raphael is actually an okay dude and maybe we are the real assholes (I'm delusional)

I think that Raphael could be able to take over the Nine Hells: my take on why it is not as far fetched as some people believe

(Ask) Does Raphael serve an Archdevil and who is it?

(Ask) Does Raphael admire Tav/Durge?: What is his relationship to the Tav/Durge?

Raphael and the scrying orb in the Devil's Fee

(Ask) How much does Raphael's humanity affect him?: Raphael and his humanity

(Ask) A list of resources to find lore about cambions and devils

Why does Raphael hate Mephistopheles?: Raphael as an outcast devil

(Ask) What the fuck is an incubus?: Alignments and nature of incubi

(Ask) My theory on cambion cum (yeah you read that right and I'm so sorry)

(Ask) Does Haarlep feel their own pleasure or Raphael's when they use his form?

(Ask) The nature of souls when it comes to cambions: Does Raphael have one or two souls?

Raphael The Cat: A character analyses of how the cat metaphor is super accurate to Raphael's personality

(Ask) What's my 'brand' of Raphael: Some words on how I interpret his character in general

(Ask) Raphael as the Devil You Know

Raphael and his Morals: The Analysis Where I Sound Like A Devil Apologist

(Ask) What is the difference between devils and demons?

(Ask) Did Raphael rape Hope?

(Ask) Raphael’s involvement in the plot

(Ask) Raphael and Love

(Ask) Why didn’t Raphael steal the crown himself?

(Ask ) Raphael's upbringing

(Ask) Depictions of Raphael in the House of Hope

(Ask) Why would the Archdevils make overtures of peace to Raphael?

(Ask) Hope and Korrilla

[dvilsdesire-a]

// Unless there is some form of being sworn to secrecy when entering Raphael's House of Hope, Haarlep is not a secret.

Both the Archivist and Nubaldin point you in the direction of the boudoir, telling you that the true pleasures of the HoH is within the boudoir (meaning Haarlep as we encounter them).

(sorry had to get the Archivist off YT cause apparently I didn't save my vids of him?)

It also is a pretty big indication that Haarlep gets visitors from time to time and is allowed to share pleasures with them. And that there's a secret way in (lol yeah big secret a whole open balcony lol), which means others have likely used that path if they can't get an invite.

Raphael also has personal visits within the boudoir logged in his logbook:

Obviously, as the player, we nab the High Inquisitor's invitation, but there are clearly other guests that are allowed to venture into the boudoir. While my little personal hc is that Raphael likely has an office somewhere he could talk to people about work/contracts/all that serious business, I'm assuming in game the boudoir is ALSO Raphael's office.

Either way, Haarlep has likely been lounging about during some of these visits. He's literally called the "resident of the boudoir", meaning that's pretty much Haarlep's home. There's always the indication that they venture off when it's something more serious, but I really can't see Haarlep being seen as some secret that no one knows about. They might be bound to the HoH, but they're not a secret. And why would Raphael hide Haarlep anyway when he thinks so highly of himself? If anything, Raphael would show off his prized sex toy, his beautiful incubus that takes on his glamour.

The Archivist also gives the indication that what happens in the boudoir is pretty intense (as we all figured), when you come back to him and he says you're still in one piece. Unfortunately, I don't have the vid, but you can talk to him again, and he says basically along the lines of you're either stronger than you look or haven't been to the boudoir yet.

I recall seeing somewhere that there was the possibility that the boudoir wasn't Raphael's actual bedroom as well but uh... I'm about to debunk that with this lovely little screenshot I took:

That, my friends, is indeed, Raphael's bed.

So from this, we can pretty much gather that Haarlep lives in the bedroom (as he's the resident), it's legitimately Raphael's bedroom (even tho it's called the boudoir and holds private social meetings as much as pleasurable ones), and that others visit Haarlp and Raphael within the room.

Thus, I'm concluding that Haarlep is not a secret. Though they may be bound and the resident of the boudoir (although the fact that once you've encountered him, he legit disappears and can't be found says otherwise), there's no way that the incubus is a secret. Devils also talk, so even if Haarlep was supposed to be, I doubt that it's been kept within the HoH.

Haarlep is basically a big house pet (spy from Daddy).

[myers-meadow]

Raphael or Haarlep reacting to waking up as the little spoon, even though the little mouse is smaller than the fiend. Like Tav's chest is pressed against the fiend's back, arms loosely but tenderly wrapped around his torso, their head resting by his shoulder blades as he feels the mortal's peaceful breath gently fanning the base of his wings. Perhaps the fiend even realizes that his tail has ended up coiled around one of Tav's legs.

Here you go, love, and thank you for the ask!

Please let me know if you enjoyed, reblogs very welcome, I'm v enamoured with the half-devil <3 and I love getting to talk to others who love him too ^^

Summary: fluff, fade to black hinting at smut, sleepy cambion, no warnings.

Wordcount: 345

divider by saradika-graphics

How did the House of Hope come to be your escape, you wondered, absentmindedly, half asleep. You curled into the cambion in front of you, comfortable in between his wings, resting your chin on his shoulder. His heat kept you warm, but still you preferred a blanket. It felt more intimate to be underneath one together. His presence made Avernus feel like home, the sounds of the Blood War a far off noise that lulled you to sleep. It was never easy to sneak away from camp unnoticed to spend time with Raphael, but at this point, you didn't care what your companions thought. You slept best with the cambion.

The tail around that's gently curled around your leg, tightened for a moment, twitching as it stretched and relaxed. He's waking up. Softly, you pressed kisses into his skin, enjoying the ridges of his spine.

He hummed as he stretched the rest of him, tensing for a moment as the arm slung over his waist inhibited his movement.

"Comfortable, are you, my dear?" His voice was still thick with sleep. You tightened your arm around him, preventing him from turning around. It was nice to be the big spoon. Would he feel safe, as you feel when he holds you?

"You're very warm," you say softly, "I'm sorry if I woke you. We can still sleep a bit more..."

He lifted your arm to turn around, you let him this time. Immediately, he leaned in, noses bumping, and kissed you deeply. The sharpness of his teeth still delighted you, bringing up images from the night before. The bitemark in your thigh throbbed at the memory. His groan as you lick into his mouth was sinfully deep. With a big hand, he held your face still, to kiss deeper, so deep it felt like you barely got to breathe. He's truly a dream, you thought, moaning as you traced the ridges on his back.

He dislodged from you, holding you close, trapped within his arms, to say: "Sleep? Hm. Maybe there's something else we could be doing instead..."

[littlelionwriting]

Could I request headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with gn s/o who always makes it a habit to tell them/him that they love them/him whenever they can like when they wake up, before going to sleep, before they leave, and when they return?

I'm sorry this is so late! I have had a hell of a week but I am now done and I hope you enjoy it!

Zevlor

Every time he hears you say ‘I love you’ his heart melts. He tries to say it back, but his love language is act of service, so he makes sure you know he cares.

The first time he heard it he was caught off guard, he just wasn’t used to people saying they loved him.

When you wake up in the morning and tell him ‘I love you’ his first response is to pull you to his chest and just hold you.

He never gets used to it; every time is like the first time you’ve told him.

After you’ve fallen asleep, he will often just hold you and whisper ‘I love you’.

Dammon

First time you tell him ‘I love you’ he feels his face grow hot and he gets so embarrassed.

It takes him a little while to get used to it but once he does, he is just as enthusiastic to saying ‘I love you’ to you.

He wants to spend as much time as he can with you, but he balances it out with his work. When you pop in to tell him that you love him, he wants to just pick you up and hold you.

It almost becomes like a game between you two for who can say it the most through out the day.

Rolan

The first time you say ‘I love you’ he almost misses it since he was busy but the moment it processed in his head, he did a double take.

He is used to Cal and Lia saying ‘I love you’ but hearing it from another person? His poor heart can’t accept that you would actually say it to him.

The more he hears it from you the more he gets flustered from it. If you ever want him to stop talking all you have to say is ‘I love you’ and he will stare at you wide eyed like an owl.

He rarely says it back, but he shows his love for you by leaving you little bits of poetry and notes saying ‘I love you’ instead.

Haarlep

They find your habit amusing. They won’t bother to say it back, at least that is how it is in the beginning. Instead, they tend to tease you playfully. They’re never cruel with their teasing though.

Over time they begin to crave you saying, ‘I love you.’ That frightens them.

The first time they say ‘I love you’ back it is when you both are lounging in bed with them holding you.

After that they will often tell you ‘I love you’ when least suspect it but no where to the amount that you do.