#Raphael x Tav

[tapetum-lucidumb]

durgetash nation rise up

[bitethedevil]

A House of Hope (Modern!AU Raphael x Tav): Chapter 3

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Fic summary: Tav lives at her mom's place after a tough break-up with her former boyfriend. Rent isn't cheap anywhere, but one day her mom finds her someone online who presents a tempting new living situation that won't break her bank account.

Tav moves into the Haven estate and becomes a part of Raphael's House of Hope project: a project that helps unfortunate souls to get back on their feet. Although, something is not quite right about the house and her fellow tenants. That's not to mention her odd landlord who seems to be hiding something...

AN: There's smuuuut.

WARNING: NSFT Content, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Oral

Tav felt hands move slowly up her legs and then settle on her hips. She was still half asleep.

The hands moved up under her shirt. They were delightfully warm, making her utter a content moan. The fabric of her shirt was pushed upwards, and she felt equally warm lips press against the skin of her stomach. Her breath hitched ever so slightly.

Kisses trailed up to one of her breasts. A hot tongue licked at her nipple, making her shiver and arch her back. The owner of the tongue took the hint and lowered their mouth over her breast, sucking and nibbling at her skin. It felt amazing.

Tav’s eyes only fluttered open when her nipple was released with a wet pop. They quickly fluttered shut again when she suddenly felt lips against hers.

Whoever it was, they smelled better than anything she had ever smelled before.

Almost instinctively, she parted her lips for them, eager to taste them too. Their tongue invaded her mouth. The taste was sugary sweet.

When they broke the kiss, she almost whined at the loss and her eyes finally opened to see who this mystery person was.

It was Raha, the beautiful woman she had briefly met the day before.

Tav’s mind was too hazy now to think it was odd. Raha gave her a toothy grin, flashing her sharp canines. Tav couldn’t pry her eyes away from her sharp teeth.

“I thought you might appreciate a warm welcome,” Raha purred.

“Hmhm…” Tav responded with something between a drunken moan and a hum, still mesmerized by the young woman’s sharp teeth.

Raha spoke again, but this time an entirely different voice came out of her mouth when she spoke.

“Shhh-shh-shh. Just relax, darling,” they said in a voice that sounded exactly like Raphael’s, though the tone was all wrong. “You’re home~”

She looked up at Raha’s face and found that it was no longer a young woman hovering over her. It was a devil with orange, glowing eyes and huge horns. The features were Raphael’s. Tav began to squirm, a sense of panic pushing its way through the haze of her mind.

Raha-Raphael shushed her once again and lowered themself between her legs. The second their tongue found the wetness between her thighs, her panic faded into the background of her mind as pleasure took over instead.

Her eyes fluttered shut once more and her breath grew shallower as they hungrily ate her out. The hungry groans of the devil between her legs mixed with the sound of their tongue exploring her dripping wetness were downright sinful.

Tav felt a strand of hair tickle her now sweaty brow. She absentmindedly moved her hand up to brush it out of the way.

Although…her hand got stuck on something foreign. Something hard and almost bone-like was protruding from her head. She grasped at it, yanked at it and found that it was a part of her.

Her breathing got quicker as the panic started pressing its way to the forefront again.

“No, hey…mm…stop, what—” she mumbled. “What’s happening?”

Tav moved her hand to stop the devil between her legs. She froze when she saw her own hand. Her skin was scaly and red, and her nails were sharp, dark claws. Her mind became crystal clear just like that.

She was suddenly able to take in her surroundings.

The bed she was in, and all of the furniture around her, was red and gold like most of the furniture at Haven but she had never seen this room before.

Her eyes were suddenly caught by the landscape outside. She could see it over the railing of the balcony: a barren, hellish landscape.

She screamed.

Tav woke up in a pool of cold sweat, breathing hard. She quickly noticed that it was a bit too bright outside and picked up her phone.

10:26

Slight panic rose as she realized that she should have been at work over an hour ago. Her alarm should have gone off at least three hours ago so that she had time to figure out how to get into the city. She must have slept through it somehow.

She quickly pulled on her clothes and ran a brush through her hair, before running to the main house.

She knocked on the door and John opened it shortly after.

“Morning, John,” Tav said with a quick, polite smile. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. Is Raphael still here?”

John gave her a nod and opened the door for her.

“Alright, great,” she said hurriedly. “Where?”

John made a gesture for her to follow him. She held in a frustrated groan. She had hoped she could just find him herself instead of following John’s snail pace around the house.

She was led into a room that was brightly lit by the sun. It had big windows that you could see a good part of the garden from. Raphael was calmly painting something in the middle of the room.

“I thought I very specifically said that I did not want to be disturbed,” Raphael said in a tight, but still calm tone, not even moving his eyes from the canvas.

“Maria wished to speak with you,” John said in a quiet, apologetic tone.

That made Raphael turn his head. His eyes lit up when he saw her and the tightness of his features at getting disturbed vanished in a heartbeat. Tav was bouncing on her legs, eager to get a move on.

“Tav, dear. What can I do for you?”

“I’m really sorry about barging in like this, but I really need to know how to get back to the city from out here. I slept through my alarm, and my shift started at 9. I heard there was something about a bus?”

Raphael made a dismissive gesture.

“I’ll drive you,” he said. “It will get you there sooner than the bus. Give me a moment to change my clothes and I will be right with you.”

She let out a small sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much…”

She watched as he wiped his paint-stained fingers on a rag behind him and then unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. She couldn’t pry her eyes off him as he shook it off. She got a good glimpse of his bare back.

Her thoughts involuntarily went back to the dream.

Raphael was handsome, there was no doubt about it, but he was definitely not the usual type she went for. He was too old and took himself too seriously for her tastes. Still, that odd, terrifying dream must have awakened something in her.

She adjusted her gaze when he turned to face her.

“Come,” he said with a smile.

He gently put his hand on her shoulder when he passed her, sending a slight jolt of something through her.

She watched as his long fingers moved over the screen of the GPS, typing in the location. She followed their movements as they started the car and then gripped the steering wheel. The car purred and came to life.

“A kindergarten, hm?”

She snapped back to reality. She suddenly noticed that she had been staring and looked out through the window instead.

“Yeah.”

“Surely there are no children being sent there on a Sunday,” Raphael said.

“No, but I don’t work on Fridays,” she explained. “The mess from the week luckily stays put until Sunday.”

“It seems slightly unsanitary to leave said mess over the weekend, no? Children can be…”

“Disgusting? Yeah. They are.”

Raphael chuckled.

“Good thing is that the staff who with the kids usually cleans up a bit too,” Tav explained. “In the weekends I mostly do the floors, walls, windows…Any kinds of surfaces, really. Those little buggers put their hands and faces on everything…”

“I can only imagine,” he said, his nose crinkling in slight disgust at the thought. “Will you get in trouble for being late?”

“Probably not,” she answered. “I rarely get a visit from my boss and there’s no security cameras to prove that I was there or not.”

“I see.”

The small talk came to a lull. Tav looked out the window as they drove. She could not get that damned dream out of her head. It wasn’t unusual for her to have some odd dreams every now and again, but this one had been so vivid.

“You seem tense, dear,” Raphael noted, pulling her from her thoughts. “I hope that I am not overstepping any boundaries, but is it only about the job?”

She looked at him in the rearview mirror. He looked back with a glint of something in his eyes that didn’t seem like worry, but something else entirely. She brushed it off and looked away.

“Just…some weird dream I had…”

“Ah, I see,” he said. “Those are not uncommon amongst the residents at the estate, I hear. I believe it may have something to do with the sounds the house makes. It does something to the imagination.”

“Yeah,” Tav mumbled. “Must be that.”

The car stopped outside her workplace.

“Here we are,” Raphael announced. “When are you off from work?”

“Around two.”

“I will send a car to retrieve you then,” he said with a smile. “Have fun with your cleaning.”

She gave him a bright sarcastic smile, followed by a genuine one before getting out of the car.

“Thank you for this.”

“You are very welcome,” he purred. “Any time.”

She shut the door, and he drove off. She dug out the keys to the building from her bag and unlocked the door. Just as she swung it open, her eyes met with the disgruntled face of her boss who had come to visit.

Just her luck.

She was exhausted. Not only had her boss been over her like a hawk while she worked, but when she got home her mother came with her things and hovered over her with the same intensity while she unpacked.

She had finally got rid of her and was granted a moment of solitude, when she heard a knock on her door. She made a long, frustrated whine and then opened it.

It was Linda.

“I made too much food,” Linda said. “I gathered that you might not have had the time to fill your fridge yet, so if you want some, you can join me.”

Tav smiled and rubbed her face tiredly with the palm of her hand. She hadn’t had a moment throughout the day to even think about feeding herself. She suspected that the offer might just be an excuse to have some company, but it was a really nice thought regardless.

“I’d love some,” she muttered. “Thank you.”

Linda led her into her apartment. It was surprisingly homely. All of the red and gold furniture had been replaced with Linda’s own, she noticed. The new furniture wasn’t fancy by any means, but it looked comfortable.

“Just sit wherever. I’ll bring you a bowl.”

Tav sat down on the soft, turquoise couch and melted into it immediately.

“Love what you’ve done to the place.”

Linda huffed, thinking she was being sarcastic.

“Oh, no-no, I mean it,” Tav quickly said. “It’s really nice. Homey. I haven’t bothered making my place my own yet. I just kept the furniture it came with.”

“Yes, well,” Linda said and filled a bowl with stew. “When you’ve haven’t had a home for as long as I, you learn to appreciate being able to choose your surroundings. Everything here, I’ve bought with my own hard-earned money.”

She had wondered what Linda’s deal was. Everyone she had met seemed to have something that made them end up at Haven.

“You were homeless?”

“For most of my twenties through my forties,” Linda replied and handed her the bowl. “Here.” She sat down beside her. “Raphael found me and offered me a job and a home. Who could refuse that?”

Tav smiled. The stew smelled great, despite her not really being able to discern what it was. She took a spoonful of it and blew on it before taking a bite.

“Do you like it?”

Tav nodded eagerly and her smile widened.

“Good,” Linda said. “It’s my mom’s recipe. It’s cheap to make too. I can teach you.”

“I’d like that,” Tav replied. “Cheap is good…Especially since I might soon be out of a job…”

Linda dug into the stew herself.

“John told me you were late this morning,” Linda said. “For someone who can barely remember his own name, it’s impressive how gossip sticks to that man’s brain. If all else fails, you can work with the rest of us. God knows I could use help with the cleaning of this place.”

“Yeah I’ll…think about it,” Tav mumbled.

There was a moment of silence. Tav noticed a distant sound of some kind of ruckus coming from the main building, which made her ears perk up a bit.

“What is that?”

“Raha and Raphael,” Linda explained tiredly. “They fight like cat and dog constantly. Give it half an hour though and they will be making up loud enough for the whole estate to hear.”

Another vase flew past Raphael’s head and smashed against the wall. He gritted his teeth and looked at them.

“You give me the same lousy excuses for not going home every single day,” Raha hissed and picked up another vase. “’Soon Haarlep, have patience Haarlep, I don’t like it any more than you do,’” they said, mocking Raphael’s voice. “Which we both know is a lie! You are right where you belong, aren’t you, darling? We are really indulging in that human side of you.”

“Mind your tongue, Haarlep,” Raphael said in a low, dangerous tone. “Lest I cut it out.”

Raha threw another vase in response. This one almost hit him. Their aim was getting better every day.

“Why? Isn’t that what we’re doing? You are not even playing pretend at this point! You are fully like them. Driving cars, doing taxes, checking your phone, using hours on the fucking Face-thing!”

“Facebook,” Raphael corrected tiredly, having tried for months to convince Haarlep to blend in more by using the technology available in this realm.

Another vase flew by his head.

“What are we doing? Did you forget why we’re here? We were supposed to go home ages ago!” Raha hissed at him.

Raphael walked over to them. He was towering over the form of Raha that Haarlep had taken.

The real Raha had been dead for over a year now, strangled in the dead of night when she did not prove as malleable as Raphael had thought her to be, but not before Haarlep had taken her form.

“I do not need to explain myself to you,” Raphael growled at them. “A dog does not need to understand the motives of its master, it simply needs to obey his whims, or it will be deemed useless. Useless pets get put down, my dear.”

“Oh, you are fucking one to talk, dear,” they countered in a mocking tone. “That’s why we are running from daddy, isn’t it? So, he doesn’t steal back your new toy and put you down. And here we are: two useless strays running in circ—”

Raphael’s hand shot out to close around their throat. They narrowed their eyes at him and changed into their usual shape of Raphael’s cambion form. Now they were towering over him with a challenging look in their eyes.

A flash of fire surrounded Raphael as he changed into his cambion form too. He pulled them further into the room, away from the windows. Haarlep got a lot less cocky at that. Raphael turned them around and shoved them hard against a wall, face first.

There was a low growl in his chest with every breath he took. Haarlep knew that he was pissed. He leaned in until they could feel his breath against their ear.

“We are done here, when I say we are,” he growled into their ear. “If you want to return to Avernus, that won’t be a problem, Haarlep. Just say the word, and I will happily send you home,” he said in a mocking, lighter tone. “Who knows? Perhaps the demons of the Abyss might recognize you as kin and spare you when I drop you off at the front lines. Or perhaps they won’t…”

Haarlep huffed in defeat. Raphael let them go.

“You are not to use that form here,” he reminded them. “Do not let me see you in it again unless we are in private. I will not tell you again.”

Haarlep sneered and turned around to face him. They took a couple of deep breaths, gritted their teeth, and tried to control their temper.

“What form would you prefer tonight then, master?”

Raphael gave them a satisfied smirk at their change in tone. He transformed back into his human form. He sat down on a plush chair that was facing the bed.

“The new one,” he said and made a lazy gesture to the bed behind them. “She intrigues me. Let us see her.”

Haarlep crawled onto the bed. Their orange eyes turned light brown, and their sleek dark hair turned into Tav’s thick and unruly mop of brown hair. Once they had transformed, they stripped themself of their clothing and threw it on the floor beside the bed.

Raphael was watching their every move with dark, dilated eyes.

“How was she?” he asked.

“Surprisingly eager, even before she tasted me,” Haarlep purred back in Tav’s voice. “I didn’t get to fuck her, but she tasted delicious.”

Raphael gave a hum as he was feasting on their bare form. Haarlep smiled and teasingly spread their legs a little bit, earning them a low growl from him. He got up from his seat to look down at them. They looked from the very obvious bulge in his pants to his face with a smile.

“Spread them wider,” Raphael commanded.

Haarlep laid back and spread their legs fully for him, giving him a full view of her physique. Raphael looked at them with heavy-lidded eyes. A smile tugged on his lips as his attention was caught by her piercings.

“Quite a naughty girl, isn’t she? Our dear Tav,” he muttered.

His fingers brushed over one of her pierced nipples and slowly traced them down to the piercing she had through her clitoral hood. Haarlep made a show of uttering a breathy moan at his touch.

Raphael lowered his head between their legs. He dipped his tongue into her and slowly licked upwards until he reached her clit. He closed his mouth over it and swirled his tongue around the piercing there for a moment before moving back from her form.

“Mm,” he said in a deep hum of satisfaction. “Change back. Tempting as she is, let’s not risk scaring her away. I have plans for her.”

They had just finished eating. Her and Linda had been chitchatting when she suddenly felt a shiver out of nowhere. He nipples hardened and she felt herself grow wet. She squirmed a bit in her seat and cleared her throat. Linda noticed her odd demeanor.

“Something wrong?”

Tav quickly frowned and shook her head.

“No, no,” she said. “Go on. there was a breeze or…something.”

“It’s the ghosts,” Linda said completely serious. “This place is haunted, I’m telling you. Do you know that when I got here—”

Linda kept speaking but Tav was busy trying to ignore whatever the hell her body was doing. She physically jumped from her seat and gasped when she felt something move between her legs.

“I need to go, I think,” Tav said suddenly in a high-pitched voice and shot up from her seat. “Thank you for the dinner!”

Linda looked at her with a puzzled expression as she hurried out the door.

Tav practically ran to her own apartment, almost dropping her keys in her eagerness to be in private. She unlocked it with some difficulty. She leaned her back against the door when she got inside and took a deep breath. She stood still. The feeling, whatever it had been, seemed like it had passed.

This had been such a weird day.

[nepherit]

My honored guests...dinner is served ✨✨

Go on, little mouse. Partake, enjoy your supper...

I was so disappointed when Larian dropped Patch 7 with its new evil endings, but no Raphael dinner included, so I vowed to make up for it with a dinner of my own. I was all set to color and shade, but things didn’t quite go as planned, and I had to take a little break. I picked it up again a few days ago, and here it is—finally finished.

Happy holidays!

[wysteria-bloom]

↪" you amaze me "

Bg3 x reader

Giving them a surprise kiss

Warnings : suggestive on Halsin's part... Spoilers for bg3 (duh).

Genre : fluff

A/n : I have 367 hours in this game so I believe that I am worthy enough to write for these characters I love so very much. I am extremely open to requests for bg3 please send me all the stuff you want to see! I'm not gonna include minsc and jaehira for obvious reasons.

Characters : halsin, astarion, wyll, gale, gortash, rolan, raphael

▢ astarion

Leans into the kiss almost immediately. Its usually how he responds to any affection coming from you. Rests a gentle hand on your arm as he deepens the kiss with a pleased little smile on his lips.

When you break from the kiss, still has the smile on his lips, his eyes looking down at you softly, " can't get enough of me, darling?" He cooed out teasingly, a giddiness to him that wasn't there a few minutes ago.

You nip his jaw," stop getting cocky. I caught you off-gaurd, admit it."

He gasped in offence," and here I thought my beautiful partner was merely expressing how much they loved me." Shaking his head at you with an exagerrated pout," shame on you."

"... That's a 'yes'." You smirked.

"Oh shut up," pulls you into another kiss full of laughter.

▢ gale

Blinks for a good 5 seconds before finally responding to the kiss in full, hand curling through your hair to cup the back of your head. A wistful sigh blows through his nose as he leans into the kiss more.

When you pull away, he still holds your head. You smile happily at him," Hello, love." You greet cutely.

Sends you a bashful little smile, pressing his forehead to yours," Well... hello to you too."

"Were you surprised?"

"Oh-hoh?" He grinned with amusement," there was a goal behind all this?"

You tilt your head from side to side," eh... I did have one. But I also just wanted to kiss my handsome husband."

Clears his throat, cheeks warming," Oh, well consider me th..thoroughly surprised, then."

▢ wyll

It only takes him a second to respond to your kiss, cupping both sides of your face so gently and rubbing a thumb across your jawline. A small happy hum falls from his lips as he's kissing you.

When pulling away, his lips chase after yours, giving you a final little peck," You amaze me. Everytime." He breathed out, always has something cheesy to say after every kiss but it never fails to make your heart stutter.

You huff," You're impossible to surprise, yknow? You're too smooth."

He laughs," will it make you feel better if I said you gave me butterflies?"

A hum and then a smile you nodded to him," I believe that's substantial. However, you need to pay for your indiscretions with a kiss."

"Whatever will I do?" Wyll leans down, nose pressing against yours," I have no choice but to give in, hm?"

"No choice." You agreed, hands moving to his waist as he cups your face.

He presses his lips to yours excitedly.

▢ gortash

He's doing some paperwork when you give him a little kiss on the cheek. Not reacting at first, he finished his signature before looking up at you, a softness to his eyes," Can I help you?"

You merely give him an innocent smile," just reminding you that I love you."

He blinks for a moment before he hums, a slow grin reaching his lips," I see.." He places a hand to your hip, rubbing it slowly with a thumb," Well, I fear I need another reminder then, my dear."

"Greedy," You cooed out before pressing a proper kiss to his lips.

▢ raphael

Is certainly shocked for a split second. He was only telling you about a recent poem he had read and enjoyed.

He cups the back of your neck with his clawed hand, deepening the kiss with huff of amusement. Before breaking the kiss he nips at your bottom lip with his sharp teeth," It's rude to interrupt."

You hum, pressing another kiss to his jaw," You're too endearing when you talk about your poems." You reply honestly.

"Oh good, I was afraid I was boring you." No, he wasn't. He knew how engaged you got in his little speils. That was endearing.

"You could never." He drags you into another kiss with a lot more flames stoked beneath it.

▢ halsin

A low hum of surprise and then a slow smile reaches his lips. His large hands rest on your waist as he deepens this kiss, feeling heat build between the two of you the more passionate it grows.

When you pull away from eachother there's a trail of saliva left between your lips. His eyes are a lot darker now, a yellow shine to them," is there something you need, my heart?" He questioned with that low tone of his.

"Just you."

Pins you to a nearby tree and kisses your neck," that I'll give you in abundance."

▢ rolan

Was in the middle of complaining to you about how you put a book in the wrong place. He had that cute little frown on his face, the grouchy furrow to his brows and the agitated swish of his tail.

You just couldn't help yourself. Leaning forwards, you caught his lips with yours, making him shut up completely. He stared down at you with wide eyes before he moans a little and leans into the kiss.

His tail curls around your leg, dragging you closer to him as he leaned back against the bookcase behind him.

When you pulled away for a breath, he still had his eyes closed for a good five seconds.

Looks into your eyes for a moment before he cups your jaw," you can't kiss your way through an argument." He huffs out.

"I just did."

"Did you? What if I'm still mad at you?"

You grinned at him," Your tail says otherwise, love."

He scoffed and tried to frown but his lips kept twitching," You're impossible." Pulls you into a more heated kiss, arms wrapping around you protectively.

[jason-todd-is-a-real-mood]

I was ready to risk it all for far worse characters than him

[mynqzo]

idk if i posted this before but raphael and lamb hehe hoho

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

POV you saved the Baldur's Gate, all of your friends and yourself. You even get some pretty shiny diadem. Ah, everything is just great.

[atrueneutral]

Gorgeous work by @littleskrib - thank you so very much for bringing this scene to life!

[cherriesandsulphur]

A Raphael cutscene that only happens if Tav attacked him at Last Light Inn instead of talking.

[alwachart]

I don't know if this has been done yet but here is my Raphlep version of that meme going around

[dark-and-kawaii]

You can pick who but I'm begging for more smut from you. Zevlor Rolan Haarlep Raphael whoever I just need it. Call me thirsty I don't care.

Shameless Smut

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Zevlor x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael xf!Tav/Reader - Rolan x f!Tav/Reader - Dammon x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I- I picked everyone and added Dammon because i'm horny and unhinged like that... AND BE THIRSTY WE LOVE A THIRSTY HOOMAN!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Haarlep Is The Best | Big Dick Zevy | Creampie | Dirty Talk | Breeding | Pregnancy | Choking | Tail Play | Public Sex | Lorroakan Is A Perv | Dammon Chokes You With His Tail | I Missed Stuff But Oh Well

Enjoy xoxo

Haarlep

“What would the city think, their precious little hero-“ Haarlep thrusted the rest of their cock inside you, “filled with an incubus’s seed.” They continue to ravish your cunt, stretching and filling you so well, you could only pant as you clenched the sheets.

“How would they react-“ Haarlep bent down, their teeth grazing against the back of your neck, their hand caressing your still flat tummy, “seeing their savior swollen with a demon’s child~” The incubus bit down gently, but enough to mark you, a dark red hickey blooming where their lips met your skin. You groaned, tightening up on their cock, the thought of bearing an incubus’s child, bearing a demon child, was strangely arousing.

Haarlep growled at the feeling of you squeezing down on them, and continued pounding into you, their hand tangling in your hair to press your face against the mattress, your ass high in the air. You let out a muffled moan as Haarlep ravished you, the head of their cock hitting that spongy spot inside you every time, and their tail rubbing your clit with a speed and skill that rivaled your own hand. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and coil, your moans turning into desperate mewls.

“s’too- too much! I-I can’t- AH~!!”

Haarlep’s hand wraps around your throat as they slam into your sopping pussy, the bed creaking, “So pretty with my hand around your delicate little neck-“ headboard slamming into the wall and you just have to hang onto the sheets like your life depends on it.

"Do I scare you?" The incubus purred, letting the hand squishing your neck tighten around it, "Do I terrify you? You know what I am and what I can do." Their voice was low and their breathing harsh.

Haarlep’s breathing picked back up when you nodded- their hip knocking against you painfully when your hand came up and sealed around their wrist, pressing down. Wanting them to do it, to press harder, to push you around more and more, shamed in how good the feel of their hand squeezing your throat made you feel."Y-Yes! Y-you- nngh- a-ah~!” you gasped, "B-but you- f’m-make me f-feel- n-nngh- s’good- AH~!"

You were a mess beneath them, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat, the feeling of them filling you up making you see stars, “gu-gunna fill m-me~” you babbled, eyes rolling back. Haarlep chuckled darkly, their thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Pump you full- fill your womb with my seed- fill you till you're leaking-" Haarlep grinned against your flesh, "-until the hero’s stomach swells with my child- I'll make you a mother, a breeder for my little demons." They mutter, the tip of their tail flicking your clit just right, your thighs trembling and your vision whiting out.

"F-Fuck! Haarlep~!!" Your orgasm slammed into you, making you scream.

“Good! Cum- cum with me, little mortal-!"

"S'gonna- I-I-!! G-Gods, please!~" You sobbed your body going numb. Haarlep always teeters on losing themself at this part, always brought back though to reality by your nails digging into their wrist, and how sweetly you whimper their name.

"H-Haarlep~” you sob, wanting, needing their cum, "I-I want- I w-wanna b-be a m-mother, w-want you t-to f-fill me- g-give me a c-child~" You were crying now, the way your walls just clamp down around them, pulsing and gushing.

"I'll take such good care of you~" they coo, kissing your tears away as they paint your insides white. Their seed warm and thick, Haarlep pressed themself deeper inside you to push their cum even further. Their tip rubbing against your cervix, the incubus wanting to be sure their sperm finds a home in your womb.

Their goal to make sure the shape of their cock is imprinted into your gummy walls, wanting to ruin you for anyone else. 

Rolan

Rolan grabbed your arms, his face deepening in color as soon as his back hits the scroll shelf. He looked down at you, his lips parted in a slight snarl, his nostrils flaring, "Th-Thish is highly inappropriate-." He tries to protest, but you push forward, your lips meeting his. He stiffens for a moment before he relaxes- almost. Pushing you off of him, Rolan glares at you, his lips firm. "You're insufferable-." He groans, “You need to leave before Lorroakan retur-“.

You stare at the cut on his eyebrow, your eyes trailing to find the bruise on his cheek. The marks his mentor left behind… Your eyes darkened, and you press up against him, your chest rubbing against his.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're alright." You hiss, your eyes softening when you find his stare, your lips pursed, “besides~” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, tracing over his heart, before finding his neck, then his chin. You lean in, gently pulling him forward. His breath hitching. "I want him to catch us~” You glide your nail against his throat, causing Rolan to swallow thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flutter close and he sighs.

"You are… insufferable," he says, his voice a mere whisper. Your lips curl into a smirk as you pull him in for a kiss, pressing your body closer.

“Want him~” you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, nipping him gently, "to catch me~" you whisper, his breath deepening, before his hands find their way around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt, “to watch me take you~".

Rolan inhales sharply, his lips parting just enough for your tongue to slip through, the heat of his mouth causing your eyes to flutter closed. He groans, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue brushing against yours. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. His mouth following yours before you push him back again, “I want Lorroakan to hear my sweet Rolan’s moans~"

You tug up on his robe, "Want him to hear me cry your name~.” You bite your lip, “To watch you fill my dripping pussy with your delicious cum~" You glance up at Rolan, whose face is completely flushed, his lips parted, and eyes dark, “Wanna bruise his ego~”

"You are going to be the death of me," He spins the two of you, your back to the shelf now. His hips roll forward and you can feel the evidence of his arousal.

"I'll be your death." you whisper, pressing up against him.

Rolan groans, his lips ghosting against your neck, "And what a way to go," he mumbles, his breath hot. He kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse. He reaches his hand out, and grabs the shelf above you, knocking a scroll onto the ground, "Lorroakan is going to find us." He warns, “ The man knows everything that happens in this tower."

You moan as he bites your neck, his fingers digging into your skin before pushing you down to the ground. Rolan’s hand forcefully flips your dress up, bunching it at your hips, his other hand reaching to rub the wet spot of your panties, "So wet already."

He pulls down your undergarments, his hand slipping between your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles, his middle finger sliding into you, his index finger teasing the edge of your ass, "Such a degenerate," he purrs, his tail flicking behind him.

You moan, rocking your hips, feeling his fingers slide in and out, “Rolan~," you mewl, spreading your legs, your chest pressed into the wooden floor.

"Look at you, getting so wet, so loud." His fingers move faster, the lewd, wet noises filling the tower. You moan, reaching a hand back, grasping his arm. Rolan grunts, "Do you want Lorroakan to find us? Hear me make you a sloppy mess?" He growls, adding another finger, "Do you want him to see how good you're taking my fingers? Hear the noises you make?"

You nod, "Yes!" you mewl, "P-please~, rut into me, Rolan~."

He scoffs, his fingers leaving you, the wetness trickling down your thighs. You feel his cock slide between your slick folds, a low groan leaving his throat, "Such a needy thing," he mumbles, his lips trailing soft kisses along your back, "My needy thing." he growls, his hands wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling around your leg.

He pushes in, a small groan leaving his throat, his hips flush against your ass, his head pressed into your back, "So tight," he groans, his nails digging into your sides, "My beautiful girl."

He starts to move, pulling out until only the tip is left, and then roughly thrusting in. You gasp, pushing back against him, feeling his hips slap against your ass, "R-Rolan~" you moan, clawing the wood beneath you, "M-More~" you whine.

Rolan moves his hands to your breasts, groping and pinching throat the thin fabric of your dress, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, "How lewd of you, getting turned on by the thought of being caught." He teases while he rocks his hips, his tail tightening around your leg. He grunts, his thrusts growing erratic, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your breasts.

Rolan is too focused on you, his rough snaps causing scrolls to fall from the shelf beside you, but as you tilt your head you notice a pair of eyes staring at you, their cock in their hand.

You lock eyes with Lorroakan, who watches silently. The sight of him causes a chill to run up your spine, your back arching as Rolan pulls you up giving Looroakan a perfect view of his cock thrusting into you, your juices coating his cock making a mess on the floor. Rolan doesn't stop, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his pace unrelenting, his cock hitting all the right places.

"M' s'so close~," You whine, your eyes never leaving Lorroakan’s, "C-Cumming~" you mewl, closing your eyes. Your body tenses, and the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs twitching as Rolan keeps thrusting, your walls clenching around his cock. Rolan's hips stutter, his thrusts growing sloppy, and a low groan leaves his throat, "D-Damn," he grunts, his cum spilling out, the warmth causing a shudder to run through your body.

You hear Lorroakan groan, his own cum covering his hands. His eyes meet yours, and you bite your lip, your hand reaching behind your to pull Rolan's face to yours. "Kiss me~," and he obliges, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Again?" He chuckles, "Such a dirty girl."

You would keep at it until Lorroakan had to come pull you off Rolan…

Raphael

"Sweet little mouse." Raphael whispers, taking in how fucked out you are beneath him, wheezing out how good he feels. 

"Do you like being pinned down like this, hm?" it's an almost teasing lilt. You think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

You nod your head, whimpering. The motion is a pathetic, weak jerk. A few strands of hair fall across your forehead. He takes note of how flushed your cheeks are, how glossy your eyes look.

The sight makes him groan. You feel so good, clenching and spasming around him with each thrust, making him throb and swell.

He has you trapped, completely. Raphael has broken you to the point where all you can do is take his cock, whimpering and crying as he drives it deeper into you, stretching your insides so that they fit his shape and no one else's ever again. Eradicating the memories of those who had been with you prior.

You think to yourself, there’s nothing more delicious than being pressed, pinned down onto his bed, bred like livestock, and barely able to suck in a shaky breath of air between each rough thrust.

The feeling of his cock plunging deep inside, filling you up, stretching you, is addicting. You don't know how many times he’s made you cum, only that it doesn't seem to stop. Unable to focus on anything else besides the cock splitting you open and the pleasure wracking through your body.

"M-more~!!" you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. It’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass. 

The cambion more than willing to provide. He’ll keep you forever, a beautiful ornament for his bed, his own personal toy to fuck whenever he desires, a perfect suitor to give him children, an army of his own blood, a pretty little thing to keep by his side. 

Zevlor

“Mm~ Zevlor-” warm hands made their way up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of your underwear being pulled to the side. The cool air nipped at your hot skin. 

"I- I missed you so much, Zevy.”

The tiefling let out a soft hum, "I’ve been quite busy, haven’t I?" his tail brushed against your folds, and your breath hitched.

He chuckled and pressed his thumb on your clit. He began rubbing it in circles and you mewled in delight.

"I apologize," he whispered in your ear.

His lips trailed hot kisses down your arm, his hands wondering over your entire body, pausing at your swollen belly and looking up at you.

You met his gaze with half lidded eyes and smiled, caressing his cheek. His eyes softened and a smile grew on his lips as he continued kissing lower and lower. Situating himself in between your thighs, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, as he buried his face in your pussy.

The heat of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine and a groan escaped your lips. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed his horns.

"Z-Zev~" his thick fingers held your cunt lip apart, his tongue making small circles around your clit before a finger probed at your dripping hole.

"S's~ hahhh~" Zevlor curled his fingers, feeling for the spongy spot that made you arch your back for him, careful not to scape your insides with his nails. Your hips bucked into his face but his other arm held you down and prevented you from moving, “I~ please~ please~! Zevlor! I-“ You blushed, holding your swollen belly, “N-need you~”

Zevlor pulled away from you and you whined at the loss. He looked at you and licked his lips. His horns glistened from the sweat on your hands, his lips and chin shiny from your juices.

He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally, his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, tasting yourself on him, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, your tongues dancing. His hand finding the swoll of your stomach where his child grows…

His child.

Zevlor still can’t get over it. The thought of it turns him on and he can feel his own cheek flush with embarrassment. He constantly thinks about how he filled you up so full of his cum it had gotten you pregnant, the sounds of you begging him to impregnate you still lingering. You were so beautiful like this, so plump and soft. He’d never admit it, but if he could, he’d put another child in you this second. 

“Fu~ S’so tigh-tight~~” you squirmed beneath him as he pushed into your sopping cunt. Despite bedding with him countless of times it was always such a stretch. Your toes curled and a long drawn out moan escaped your lips as your hole greedily took in his thick girth.

He let out a guttural groan as he felt your velvety walls envelop him. It had been a few days since the last time you two had sex and your insides hugged him so tightly, so nicely.

He slowly thrusted his hips, relishing in the wet heat of your cunt.

Dammon

"D-Dammon! I-I'm so sorry! I‘ll be a good girl, I swear!" Lying in the hay you struggle against the rope wrung around your wrists, but Dammon easily presses his foot over the both of your bound arms, forcing you to stay still. He kneels down beside you, his lip lower down to your ear, nose inhaling your scent as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "Keep count.”

You take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact. The first strike of his hand comes down hard, stinging the delicate flesh of your exposed bottom. A small yelp leaves your mouth and you instinctively move forward, “Ah~ O-One! Another strike and you cry out louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes, "fu’-Two!"

The next six strikes come in quickly, and by the end of it your tears and mascara paint your face, your lip tint smeared from burying your face against rough hay inside the barn… Your ass marked with his handprints, and Dammon finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "So desperate from my cock that you couldn't even control yourself in front of her, could you?"

"Y-Yes-!."

It was true, you always grew envious when Karlach was around, desperate to show her that Dammon belonged to you.

He pulls you up so that you're resting on your knees, your face now level with his crotch. Dammon’s calloused hand grips your jaw tight, forcing his thumb past your lips.

"Are you going to be good for me," he says darkly, and you can't help the whimper that rises when his coarse thumb and nail presses down on your tongue, saliva pooling. He takes his thumb from your mouth with a pop. His hand fishing his cock out of his slacks, "Go on, wrap those pretty lips of yours around me." and you open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his cock.

Dammon's cock is impressive in size, thick and veiny with a bulbous head, and the sight of you kneeling before him, tied up, lips stained and eyes puffy from crying has him leaking pre cum.

Dammon's hand that had been gripping your jaw moved to grip a handful of your hair, his tail coiling around the base of your throat, choking you in a way that leaves you moaning around him.

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes welling up with tears as you look up at Dammon who looks back down at you, smirking, "Can't have you forgetting that you’re the only one that belongs to me."

Dammon thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat, "This is mine." He struggles to keep his eyes open, heavy, breathy moans escaping him as you take more of his length, bobbing your head as you twist and slide your tongue around and under his cock, tracing every vein and ridge. 

Each time you take him deeper and farther you ignore the tight pressure on your throat. You're his to use right now, and despite the pain, you'll be his good little throat hole. His hips twitch a little, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on. Dammon’s tail squeezes your throat, and your moans vibrate around his cock and appendage.

He groans, voice heavy and strained, "So obedient when my cock stretches your throat.” 

It isn’t long until he begins fucking your mouth, pulling out and pushing back in deep, a loud groan escaping him when your nose bumps against his pelvis. The sounds of you choking and gasping for air has him lost in the moment. He can feel the way your throat bulges against his tail every time he thrusts forward.

You gag, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears and mascara running down your face. And yet you look so beautiful like this. You take everything he gives, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you feel your mind begin to cloud.

“Going to fill your stomach with my cum, make sure you never forget what we have, princess." His words come out in a strained growl, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic.

You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Going t-to.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your neck and hair is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your gullet and forcing you to swallow every drop.

Dammon releases you, watching you slump down on the ground while cum and drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, his tail wiping up some of the excess. He kneels down, pulling your limp form against him, holding you tightly against his chest as you take in large gulps of air.

"You are the only one for me, I promise." He swipes a stray hair from your face, “My one and only girl.”

You look up at him with a dazed expression, a smile on your lips as you rest your head on his shoulder. Dammon’s tail curling around you as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gentle purr emitting from his chest

[tellmeallaboutit]

sleep tight, little mouse art by Kate Shilovskaya based on belle de jour shadow reference by @dodorimo high resolution

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

[PERFORMANCE] A silver-tongued devil bade me feast in his lavishly appointed banquet hall.

[nepherit]

Welcome to Hell

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This is Raphael's week, day four:

Poetic torment

inspired by @NienoTheater’s photography shoot and one of Raphael's most threatening quotes

[starrforge]

Bear and Cat....

[jason-todd-is-a-real-mood]

Same coin.

Different sides.