#gender neutral pronouns for haarlep

[tavyliasin]

The Scent of Cinnamon 2 - The Contract, The Kiss, and The Cambion's Pride

With the talking over, it is time for the deal to be sealed. However, Haarlep is not willing to relinquish their physical form so quickly, nor are they in any rush to finalise the contract with Raphael without enjoying it first. 4,965 Words - AO3 Link Click Here

--- Summary: Haarlep draws out the first kiss into far more devious uses of their own lips as well as Raphael's. They will ensure he doesn't forget a single thing about them. The sound of their voice, the feel of their touch, the taste of their- Pairing: Raphael/Haarlep SPICE Rating: 3.5/5  Content Warnings: Oral Sex, Shapshifting, Power Play, Mild Choking, BDSM, Aphrodisiacs, Incubus Kiss, Mild Blood, Mild Humiliation/Name Calling

Spoilers Vague House of Hope and Act 3, but most of this series is focused on what came before. Canon Compliance As before this is now taking on my canon and headcanons for this section. Other Notes Haarlep has the ability in this to change their form, which in my HC here is only for when they are in their original body. So unfortunately not something we will see later in the series when they have Raphael's form, but they want him to remember. They want you to remember too~

Song Pairing (Click the song title to open it in spotify) Diabolical by NYXX "I love the night That's the only time I feel really alive! I'm sugar on your tongue My name sounds so sweet Swimming in your blood I'm under your skin, baby Well, I got you strung out You just can't get enough, oh"

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The Contract, The Kiss, and The Cambion's Pride

The moment their lips touched, Raphael could feel a heat that rivalled his own. Haarlep curled one arm around his waist, the other hand reaching up into his hair to pull him closer. Their tail snaked out from behind them, grabbing at the base of the cambion’s own tail and squeezing hard. Raphael’s mouth opened involuntarily at the sensation, exactly as Haarlep planned. Their tongue dove between his lips, hot with sweet cinnamon and an edge of hellfire that immediately drew a low moan from his throat. Their wings fluttered happily, he was responding perfectly. They could feel the well defined muscles of his body beneath the layers of silk shirts, a pleased purr rumbling in their throat as they continued to devour his kiss, tasting the edge of black pepper and coal fires. The cambion was pliant, willing, the tension beginning to soften as the aphrodisiac began to work its way into his infernal blood. Had he been mortal, Haarlep would have pulled back, consciously weakening the effects of their saliva lest their partner’s body burn entirely to cinders in the heat of lust. But Raphael was no mortal. Inexperienced, perhaps, or at least he had yet to bed an incubus, succubus, or concubus… He would be able to withstand what Haarlep demanded of him. Their words had been no passing whim or idle threat. They were determined to burn their very presence into his soul. Their tail pulled his leg up, hooking his now bent knee around their hip as their hand moved down to grip his thigh, the hint of sharp claws making their presence felt through the fabric. The move was reminiscent of an old romance, a lover bringing their bodies closer, holding them together with affection and a dire need to be connected in their passion… Romance, however, was not in Haarlep’s vocabulary. This was all about power. ���

The cambion was now balanced on one leg, forced to cling to the incubus to retain his balance, lips still locked together and moaning softly from the effort it took to cling to what remained of his pride. His mind was becoming clouded by desire, a lust risen from a libido he had long thought to be non-existent. His body responded likewise, fine silks straining as he unconsciously pressed his hips towards the Harlot he had invited to get closer than any others had been permitted. This felt different to the boring performance required to satisfy mortals foolish enough to lust after him while chasing the power his contracts held. Those times he simply went through the motions, physical stimulation enough to prevent anyone foolish enough to complain from voicing them. His pulse did not rise, his breath did not turn ragged with desperation, and his tongue certainly did not seek to drink in the sweet cinnamon of mortal conquests. When they pulled back, he was breathless, lips already seeking theirs for a moment before they tugged his hair slightly to force eye contact. The emerald green was even brighter, the slight glow colouring their tan cheeks, made all the more vivid by the dark makeup they wore to accentuate their features. Raphael’s arms were around their back, holding tightly to keep his balance still, though one clawed finger stretched up to the base of Haarlep’s wings. They smiled as his sharpened talons drew the slightest drop of blood from their skin, a slight shake in their breath from the sensation. Good, he thought to himself, feel it, I will not give you everything quite so easily. 

“Marking me already~” their voice purred close to his ear as they pulled him closer, “do go on, I shall return every mark in kind. I will ensure your body knows nothing but me.” “You are very sure of yourself, Harlot.” He growled deeply, pushing back against their control again, even as the heat in him built further.

“My my, Archduke, you gave me a name and yet you do not use it? Very well…” Their lips pressed to his ear, quickly replaced by sharp teeth that bit down and made him hiss from the moment of pain. They smirked as they licked the droplet of blood from his heated crimson skin. “When you lose control, when you give yourself over to me, when you are ready to turn over your pride to the pleasure that only I can give you, when the only word left upon your breathless tongue is me - that is when you shall call me by my proper name.”

“If you believe yourself capable of such a thing, you are welcome to-” Raphael’s voice was cut short. He had forgotten about their wicked tail, but now the almost sharp arrowpoint tip was at his throat. “It is adorable how you fight me even as you want me. How your lips speak of rebellion but your hips are pressing you to my body to seek your greedy release already.” They kissed more softly now, each touch of their lips a heated lie of affection, another spark to his overheated libido. They began to alternate little bites with their soothing tongue when they reached his neck, nudging his frilled collar out of the way even as the tip of their tail still pressed into the vulnerable flesh beneath his chin. “Go ahead, Archduke, let yourself go. We have all night, or longer if I have to - I shall not let you have a moment’s rest until our deal is complete. Do not think you shall get away with finishing swiftly and considering our business finished.” “Haa-” Their tail pressed down now on his tongue, stopping the word even as his body quivered against them with his release. “Too easy, and not even honest. There is more to your pride than preventing the stain spreading through your smallclothes.” They smirked, aware of the damp spreading through the layered finery. All Raphael could do was groan against the invasion in his mouth. The Harlot pressed against him did not seem to care one bit for how easily he had been overtaken by a swift climax, driven over the edge by the stimulation of their voice in his ear, their body possessively gripping him, the scent of cinnamon hot on their skin… 

— Haarlep withdrew their tail from the groaning cambion’s lips painstakingly slowly. “My, what a mess you have made…” They gazed down at the infernal fire in his eyes, still fighting their control over him. “Oh, very well, I shall indulge my poor Master a while longer.” Their words might have spoken with a respectful title, but the tone carried no such deference. They found it delightful to peel away his pride as easily as they begin to peel away his outer clothing, finally allowing his feet to both remain on the floor. For now. “Do not expect me to be so generous with you every time we meet. This is…a special occasion. We may only make our deal once, after all, and then you shall be intimately bonded to the form you wish me to take.” They ran their hands down his exposed body, tracing the lines of muscle with sharp claws. He was young, lithe, and undeniably strong. But that strength would be so much more delicious when it bent to their will. Raphael bit his lip, Haarlep watched with amusement as they continued down until they were on their knees. “You know, the next time I do this for you, you will feel it too. Can you imagine, tasting the ghost of yourself on your own tongue, your lips parting just as mine do, your throat filling with your own heat-” The incubus stopped with a laugh as they saw him already responding without a hint of their touch. “But you will remember this face, Archduke. You will hear the echo of this voice even when I speak with yours, you will see these eyes buried behind your own, you will feel the touch of my hands to the point that touching your own body will feel like me.” —

Their words sank into Raphael’s consciousness, burying deep into his lust-clouded mind. He had no way to know if this was another part of the deal, if it was just a game they were playing to toy with him, but some part of him - some very deep and intimate part of the core of his being - was paying very close attention. The moment their tongue began to taste him, curling around the ridges of his tip, he groaned. His wings spread behind him, tail pressing down onto the floor, both of them an attempt to maintain his balance. Haarlep’s own tail coiled around his hips, pulling him closer as they suddenly took every inch between their infernally heated lips. He felt their throat tighten as they swallowed, pulling every last drop that had spilled into their mouth with a soft moan. If Raphael had any care for the gods, he would’ve sent several silent prayers for his own sake at the sight of the incubus looking up at him. Ebony hair still perfectly sleek, horns wickedly sharp, and those perfectly green eyes gazing up at him as they pulled back until only his tip was still in their mouth. Even though they had stopped talking, he could still hear their voice. The night had barely begun and they were living up to their promise… Sharp teeth kept his thoughts sharper, not allowing him even a moment’s lapse in concentration as they continued to work every nerve with only their mouth. —

Haarlep listened with great enjoyment to the heavier breathing above them. They could feel his pulse quicken on their tongue, and though this was an act they performed only rarely, it was necessary to sear the essence of their being into his memory. Even as the essence of his being quickly rushed out once again, pouring heated lust down their throat. They swallowed hard, being sure to drain every last hint of him. It was amusing that even this carried the faint taste of cherry, a thought that brought a smirk to their lips as they released him from their grasp. “Once again, you are so very easy to please~” They rose slowly from their feet, watching his brow furrow with growing gratification, even though anyone else seeing that same expression from the cambion would be feeling nothing but the knot of fear sinking into their stomach. “Oh don’t be so serious~ you are with an incubus, after all. And not just any incubus. When we are through, I shall be your incubus, just as you shall be mine.” “As I shall be your what?” Raphael’s face darkened more, eyes blazing even as they laughed at his query. “Why, my Master, of course. Although, by your own agreement, not one with any power over me within these four walls.” They began to lead the way to his bed, tail curling around his wrist to tug him along behind them like a disobedient brat on a short leash. “Do not dawdle, Master, if I am to be your loyal servant then I must know every way I can serve you.” They looked back over their shoulder at the cambion, his feet moving automatically across the floor, as they left the last part of their thought unspoken: Perhaps I shall have you call me Master, some day… —

Raphael allowed himself to be led, wondering how he did not already feel drained completely by the incubus’ powers. It seemed they had an easy control over it, just as they had a vice grip on a libido he was not aware that he had. The aphrodisiac they had kissed into him was growing still, a burning that kept him pulled towards them more powerfully than the tail tugging on his arm. “You can serve me without force, Harlot.” He spat the insult easily as they reached the edge of the bed. “Oh, of course I could, Archduke.” They returned the spiteful nickname with his own, their face betraying their quiet amusement at his reactions. “But isn’t a little force a lot more fun ? Of course, if you don’t think you can take any more…speak one word, with your mouth or your mind, and I will show you nothing but mercy. Angel should fit us well, no? I doubt either one of us would utter such a disgustingly divine term.” Without warning, their claws were on his chin, pulling him into a ferocious kiss that still tasted of his own skin and seed. Haarlep’s other hand gripped the base of his tail and pulled on it wickedly, their own tail coiling around his waist preventing him from moving with the vicious yank to reduce the pain. Raphael yelped against their lips, or would have had they not been so tightly holding him, not giving him room to so much as breath. His mouth was filled with a ferocious tongue, the taste of cherry, salt, and cinnamon hot with more of the salacious drug that set his nerves alight even further. He felt his own blood rush lower once more, flooding him with an aching need that made his knees weaken. The cambion’s hands rapidly sought purchase at the point Haarlep’s wings connected to their back, claws digging in to sensitive muscle and drawing a low warning growl from the incubus. —

The pain did not bother Haarlep so much as the audacity to cause it. Still, it was pleasing to them that they could make him lose his grip on his sanity so easily. Perhaps in years to come it might be harder to pull such a reaction, but they relished it now. Even their wings would be in his memory, the feel of every kiss lingering on his lips when they eventually pulled away for the last time in this form. Everything they did was carefully calculated, though. They could not risk giving him too much of their “poison”, there was little point in draining him to the point of death. Instead, the goal was to secure their deal, cement their very being in the core of his soul, and perhaps even gain a little favour in the process. His demise would cost them everything, but the potential of his power could bring them anything. “That’s enough for now, Master, greedy as you are, you should not think yourself enough to handle too much at once.” They licked their lips as they pulled back, pleased to see the hint of disappointment in his proud eyes. “Now, if you would be so kind as to release those claws of yours from my back, kitten.” “Harlot, I will permit you to name me Archduke if you must insist on insulting me, but I am far from some mewling housepet.” He snarled, the attempt at intimidation only amusing the incubus further. “If you say so~” Haarlep purred, silently wondering exactly what his mewling would sound like when they inevitably drew it out of him. That would be an exciting challenge… Their tail was still wrapped around his waist, one hand on the base of the cambion’s own appendage with a tight grip. They chose their timing carefully now, using one foot to hook Raphael’s knee out of balance, their other hand on his shoulder to spin and hurl him bodily onto the bed with the strength of all their limbs working in a smooth and powerful motion. —

The air left Raphael’s lungs in a rush as his body slammed onto the mattress. He would have cursed under his breath had he any left within him to curse with, instead he lay gasping as his wings folded uncomfortably beneath him. He watched as the incubus stood beside the bed, towering over him with a wicked grin. They were clearly satisfied with watching him writhing and vulnerable, looking every bit like a predator about to swoop down upon helpless prey the way their wings spread even further above them casting a looming shadow over him. They finally began to unfasten their robes, allowing the silk to slide slowly over their skin, revealing their body inch by agonising inch, as he felt compelled to watch intently. Unsurprising to the fiend, Haarlep did not wear anything beneath the silk. However, they appeared somewhat smoother than he had imagined. Raphael’s eyes were directed to the hand that wandered down Haarlep’s body, curling in between their legs for a moment before reappearing slick and shining. “Are you hungry, Archduke? You should know that I am capable of transforming this part of myself to whatever I wish, it makes it far easier to devour my usual meals. This does not mean I will deign to receive you here, but your mouth would do well to remember everything that I am, that I was, and that I could have been had I not chosen to accept your terms.” They smiled as they licked their own arousal from their fingers, an act that he found far more enticing than he should as his own tongue absentmindedly licked his lips. “See? You are just aching for another taste, are you not? Use your words now, Master, I should like to hear it clearly, if you please.”

“You insolent-” He found his usual venom running dry in his throat. “If you insist on being so obstinate, hurry up. I will not be kept waiting. I have no issue with what configuration you prefer, if this is what is necessary to fulfil the contract then so be it.” Haarlep laughed again, seeing through his veil of pride easily. “Rationalise it however you like. I prefer my other form, it is more… versatile for the pleasures I can provide, but I will not have any part of me forgotten.” They knelt on the bed, moving forward until they were straddling his chest. “So, tell me. Are you not hungry? Don’t you want another taste?” The scent from them was even stronger now, the essence of lust itself raising his appetite against his will. Raphael moved his wings upwards and out of the way, stretching them uncomfortably above his head. “Must you draw this out?” “Oh do indulge me for one night, Archduke. This is the last time I shall feel such pleasures, at least until you see fit to allow me this form again. Though I should imagine that might well be centuries, so prove to me that it is worth my time.” They moved a little closer, though still keeping just out of reach. Frustrated, Raphael grabbed at Haarlep’s hips, pulling them forwards and onto his face with a ferocity that surprised even himself. He moaned as he began to taste them, the same cinnamon spice dancing across his tongue in a heady cocktail of pure lust. His greed made him messy, a thin line trailing down his chin and neck, holding them tight against him as they moaned wantonly above him. It would be humiliating were anyone to know he was accepting a lesser demon above him, allowing their thighs to grip at his cheeks, giving them everything they asked for and more in an unsightly display of submission. —

The incubus gazed down at the cambion between their thighs, relishing the tight grip he had on them, how his claws dug in to their heated skin. They reached down to smooth some of the hair that had fallen out of place when they threw him to the bed, a moment of softness before they found a firm grip on his horns to redirect his attentions. They moaned a second time as he obeyed the unspoken demand, switching to sucking, nibbling, and flicking his tongue in a way that was swiftly driving them towards a climax they longed for. Even an incubus was entitled to their body’s own pleasures, especially as these sensations would soon be lost to them when they took on his form. This…this they would miss. They would miss the feeling of their muscles tensing, the heat building in a single point, the almost overwhelming sensitivity reaching a near unbearable peak before their head fell back in pure bliss. Their hips were barely held in place by Raphael’s rough grip as he relentlessly continued to devour them, pulling out every last shuddering convulsion, before roughly pulling them forward to delve his tongue deeper inside them again, earning himself a pleased gasp as Haarlep’s wings fluttered in a moment of pure ecstasy. —

Raphael listened closely, judging by the incubus’ breathing and moaning, stopping only when he was certain they would be satisfied. His pride might be reeling at submitting to them like this, but it would also not stand for him to fail at the given task either. It was a conundrum he did not wish to indulge with further thought. That was unnecessary. So long as the deal would be done, he reminded himself, it didn’t matter what it was that signed the line. Or how slick his skin was with sweat and cinnamon scented lust. His head fell back onto silken pillows the moment Haarlep released their grip on his horns, the taste of them still hot on his tongue. Emerald eyes gazed down with approval, as the incubus casually wiped a line of moisture that was trailing down his cheek with the side of their hand. “Good, Master, very good~” They purred their approval, though the cambion felt the title was even more disparaging than before. Still, something about the praise… He shook the thought from his mind. He did not need nor desire the devotions of a lesser being. “Are you quite satisfied now, Harlot?” “You think so much of yourself after a single passable performance?” They grinned wickedly. “You have barely done half of your work, or did your lust-addled mind forget that I told you I can change my form?”

The magic was almost subtle at first the infernal flames wrapping around their hips and curling beneath them. Despite his resistance to fire, Raphael’s hands withdrew from the range of the effects automatically in the way one might recoil from a sharp blade against the skin. He blinked a few times as the light hit his eyes, and when his vision cleared he saw that they had indeed completely changed. With their devilish tail, horns, and wings, he had perhaps expected something more rigid and barbed, similar to his own cambion form, however perhaps to his relief now what he saw was decidedly closer to a human shape. The tip was a little wider, maybe, as if echoing the arrow-head end of their tail- A tail which now cruelly curled forwards around his throat, applying just the lightest pressure so he could feel it. —

Haarlep watched Raphael’s eyes as they changed, wondering what he might be thinking behind his carefully held expression. As their tail took hold of him, however, they felt the bob of his throat as he swallowed subconsciously. “Hardly an impressive trick for someone as long-lived as you, surely~” They mocked him, though both were over a century old he was certainly less experienced in the bedroom. Not that they minded. They were using this time to judge his responses, to get a feel for his body and his needs, to begin learning how best they might use him to satisfy their needs. Besides, this way they could shape his desires closer to their own whims, just as he was going to shape their entire body to fit his designs. “Do not think yourself so impressive,” Raphael lied, “I have simply not witnessed this ability from your kind up close. Cheap parlour tricks, nothing more.” “Cheap?” They were offended by the implication. Everything they had given, everything they stood to receive- “Enough. Pay for your words with that silvered devil tongue. Make that your Parlour Trick, and I might deign to make it pleasant.” Their voice was growing more demanding, their movements rougher as they yanked him forward by the neck and thrust between his lips. —

The cambion resisted the urge push them away, instead working his tongue swiftly, rewarded by the stiffening and growth that pressed towards the back of his throat. The shape was different, but their flesh just the same. Heated, the taste of them becoming as familiar as their scent. He wasn’t yet sure if he despised it or felt a deep desperation for more - the effects of their aphrodisiac made it maddeningly difficult to tell. He felt the same way about the pressure on his neck. It was demeaning, of course, but having that choice of when to act taken away… No, now was not the time to go admitting deeper desires that were blinking into life. The bitch above him, as he decided bitch was indeed a fitting word, demanded satisfaction. Just as he was finding a rhythm, however, copying the careful motions they had used on him earlier, he found his breath leaving him in a gasp as their clawed hand reached behind them and took hold of him again. Raphael almost bit down in a mixture of surprise and frustration. Perhaps they would’ve deserved it if he did, or so he thought…but the pleasure quickly grew to be the greater sensation of the three as that grip began to work him into a desperate need once more. He blinked back his own frustration as they laughed above him. “Oh you are so so delicious~” The grip of their tail loosened slightly, but their hips thrust forwards instead. “And how do I taste, Master, do I satisfy your hunger?” He could only moan as they filled his throat, swallowing hard around their intrusion, and at last remembering he had hands available for more than just gripping the silken sheets beneath him. The cambion slid his hands across the incubus’ abdomen, caressing their form with an act akin to affection but bearing none of the goodwill or pleasant emotion. His claws dug in and drew sharp lines into that far-too-perfect skin, crimson seeping out in drops along rich tan, as if already painting them with his own infernal hues. —

It was Haarlep’s turn to moan now, the pain was unexpected but not unwelcome - pleasure and pain were two sides of the same coin and it was one they enjoyed spinning on its edge. However, they were still not going to take the insult of being coloured with their own blood without incident. Sharp talons pressed threateningly into Raphael’s most sensitive areas, not yet breaking the skin but close . “Now, now, play nicely or be prepared to feel the same as you-” They paused as he redoubled the efforts with his mouth, clearly pleased with the way he was able to stop their words mid sentence. They decided firmly to remove every last trace of that smug look by the time the night was through, however…they felt their release building again with the stimulation of being with a newer partner and tasting so many delicious sensations and emotions drifting from his body. Each touch, every motion they made on him, all the reactions of his body were singing to them - this was a buffet, and one they would take their time over. They released their grip on him now, bringing their hands instead to grab his wrists, letting the thrill of the power raise their arousal further as he continued to work lips, tongue -

Their wings rose high above them, shuddering with the pleasure once more as their tail tightened slightly on the throat that was obediently swallowing everything. He was not so careless to be as messy with his meal this time, though his eyes watered from the pulsing rush that filled him as they moaned through the orgasm. —

The cambion’s body shuddered slightly with the effort, and the complete overstimulated arousal of having the incubus use his body for their own gratification. By the time they withdrew, still pulsing slightly and shifting their weight back over his chest, releasing their tail from his throat, he felt as if the sensation of them within his mouth would leave an eternal impression. He lay gasping a while as they caressed his body with a liar’s touch, the passion of a lover with all the emotion of a chef who was simply preparing a meal, or perhaps more accurately an archivist checking every last letter in the document of a deal. “You did well, Archduke, after consuming that much of my particular poison most would be consumed entirely by lust by now~” They casually pushed their stray hair back over their shoulder, gazing down at where he lay, assessing the reactions in his body. “Although, you aren’t too far from that now, are you?” 

“Go on, Harlot, you have me where you want me, do you not? You are well aware of your potent abilities. Do what you will.” His eyes almost betrayed the pleading of his body as it ached, yearned for everything he knew they could give him. They were finding every string in his body, tuning each and every one until they were able to play him like an infernal violin. “What are you waiting for? Permission?” “No,” they smirked, eyes flashing with a light that screamed danger to every remaining sensible thought in Raphael’s lust-addled mind, “I was waiting for this. To see you fall entirely into your own desire. To desperation.” “Harlot,” he began, but found even the insult was dying to a whisper on his tongue. “Please- ” The incubus laughed, a mirthless sound that ricocheted off the walls, accompanied by the display of their wings and tail rising to their full height above them as they glared down at the helpless cambion in their claws. “Be careful what you wish for, Master, you might just get it.”

--- --- ENDING NOTES --- --- The next part will cover the finalising of the deal, and I should have it out within 24 hours as it is already written and published on AO3 - it just takes a little time to transfer. I didn't set out to write what is essentially just shy of 5,000 words of oral sex, but here we are and here it is~ Haarlep would be satisfied with no less. Raphael is not permitted to forget, and neither are we~ They also have the ability here to change their genitals, which I decided makes sense for a genderfluid incubus who has different kinds of partners to satisfy. It's not in lore, but it's in mine now~

The story continues at the link below!

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Can I request general dating headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with gender neutral s/o?

🗒꒰⸝⸝₊ General Dating Headcanons ❛ ✧

Featuring: Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan & Zevlor

# Notes: using they/them pronouns for haarlep bc we deserve a gnc icon

🌿┊HAARLEP

Surprisingly very romantic. Which romance language is their main one, you ask? The answer is all of the above. Physical touch? Please, they're an incubus, it goes without saying they'll have their hands all over you all the time. Words of affirmation? They know how to put together a compliment, your name sounds like a lyric on their tongue. Gift giving? They're very keen on jewellery, always surprising you with a golden necklace or bracelet. Acts of service? This motherfucker is a giver, ask and ye shall receive. Quality time? The day they're not at your heels is the day the nine hells freeze over.

Clingy and needy. Will pout and complain every second they're not receiving attention, not above throwing tantrums either. What could possibly be more important than lavishing them with affection? Nothing, that's what. So put that book down, they demand cuddles.

Was definitely not expecting to fall in love. Love is such a sweet and pure concept and they're... Well, them. It just didn't seem compatible with their nature. So when they realized they were beginning to like you more and more, they felt a bit frightened. It was such an unusual feeling, but they grew to welcome it with time.

Definitely gets a bit spoiled just being around you. Tenderness is hard to come by in the hells, so now that they've tasted it, they want more more more. Also talks back to Raphael a lot more now — they deserve the best treatment they can receive, the devil can shove it.

Service top in and out of bed. Again, they're a total giver, always tending to your needs. Had a hard day? They got your favourite food and ran you a bath, go ahead and enjoy it, they'll be there for cuddles once you're nice and dry.

🌿┊DAMMON

Has no control over his tail whatsoever, it will be wagging whenever you're near or wrapping around you to keep you from leaving. He always blushes and apologizes profusely — it has a mind of its own, he says.

He's a bit of a workaholic. Will spend way too long cooped away in his forge. However, he doesn't resist or complain if or when you try to drag him away from there. He knows he needs it, and to be honest he's kind of a simp, will do almost anything you ask of him.

Super attention starved. He won't outright ask for affection, but that look in his eyes isn't fooling nobody. He absolutely melts when you hold or kiss him, he's such a sweetie.

Even before you start dating, he's super affectionate. He just likes letting the people around him know he cares for them. it's almost difficult to tell if he has a crush on you or not because of this little habit, but again, the tail doesn't lie.

Giddy whenever you're around. He's already a somewhat upbeat guy, but having his beloved close to him brings out the best in him (if that's even possible).

🌿┊ROLAN

I love this stupid fucking wizard so much.

Does not know how to flirt. I'm a firm believer he never even kissed anyone before you. Not with his behaviour and obsession with his studies, at least. (And with Cal and Lia constantly at his heel).

Somewhat easily jealous. He has this mix of confidence and insecurity that's... odd, to say the least. He trusts you and thinks he's more than capable of pleasing you. On the other hand, he knows he's a pain in the ass most of the time, so if he sees you enjoying a conversation with someone a bit too much, it will gnaw at him.

As mentioned, not the most experienced. Your first kiss will probably be messy, especially if it's your first as well. Clanking teeth, a bit of drool, all that cute stuff. He's just a little too eager, okay?

Awkward and smooth as fuck at the same time. Really good at teasing you, but will sulk and blush if you do it back — especially if his siblings are around. He'll never hear the end of it.

He makes up for awkwardness with sheer eagerness, most of the time. He's just so happy to be able to call you his, to hold you, kiss you — he's over the moon. And you're not going anywhere anytime soon.

🌿┊ZEVLOR

This dumbass paladin is such a romantic. He's more old-fashioned, of course — almost refuses to kiss you on the first date. Maybe even the second. He just wants to treat you right the best way he knows how, even if it can be a little frustrating at times.

Gets flustered easily, but never backs down. Like, he will blush and maybe stutter a little if you catch him off guard with a kiss or compliment, but will 100% reciprocate, maybe even make you blush in return.

Has some problems with inferiority and may think he doesn't deserve you at times. He sees himself as a coward and since he believes you deserve the best knight in shining armour you can get, he becomes a little insecure at times. Nothing some kisses won't solve.

Expect lots of communication. This is a man, not a boy. If something's wrong or bothering him, he will let you know and expects you to do the same. How else is the relationship supposed to flourish?

Not big on PDA. Again, he's old-fashioned. He believes affection like that should be kept behind closed doors, something for the couple and the couple only. But he won't say no to some hand-holding if you ask nicely.

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B A S I C S

Full name: Tav’Lyn Faen Tlabbar

Gender: Female 

Sexuality: Bi

Pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R

Family: Ghenni'tiroth Tlabbar (mother), Vadalma Tlabbar (sister), and a bunch of other sisters who are now dead (+ mom) lol

Birthplace: Menzoberranzan

Job: Former Cleric of Lolth now a follower of Eilistraee. At the beginning of the game, she is completely lost about what to do/who she is. She was chilling with the Eilistraeeans with no clue what to do with her life.

Phobias: eternal punishment by Lolth, being betrayed, losing those close to her 

Guilty pleasures: she has no concept of a "guilty pleasure" lol

Hobbies: Dancing, playing the Lyre, reading about the surface, lizard riding in the Underdark days.

M O R A L S

Alignment: I feel like she’s on the chaotic scale…raised to be chaotic evil but is neutral by the beginning of the game and more chaotic good by the end. 

Sins: Wrath and Pride

Virtues: Courage and wit

T H I S  O R  T H A T

Introvert / Extrovert 

Organized / Disorganized 

Close-minded / Open-minded 

Calm / Anxious / Restless 

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between 

Cautious / Reckless / In between 

Patient / Impatient / In between 

Outspoken / Reserved / In between 

Leader / Follower / Flexible 

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between 

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist 

Traditional / Modern / In between 

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Astarion

Acceptable Ships: Minthara

OT3: None

Brotp: Shadowheart (i mean really everyone)

Notp: Halsin, I think with his history with Drow this would not work and it would be way too messy. 

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[luniluvia]

Main blog: @luniidae | Headcanons

Rules:

BG3 and D&D RP only

OC friendly

+21 only, minor do not interact

Mature themes

NSFW possible if the interest is mutual

Ask! Don't be shy

Don't mind OOC chats as long as they do not interfere in the IC posts

Quick bio:

For the sake of the RP, Luvia's personal story won't follow the Of Gold and Blood main line. She has never lived in the House of Hope, she knows Raphael only by reputation and she doesn't know Haarlep.

She's a contract-breaker huntress, employed by devils who don't want to waste their time in running after those who have been stupid enough to not respect their deal. She never deals with devils (or anyone).

She's usually paid with magic artefacts, precious stones, stuff she can sell and make money with. But she never makes deals.

Firstname: Luvia

Surname: Lunamorte

Nickname(s): Luv', Luvie, Luvluv' (this last one is pretty rare)

Race: Dracanist

Class: Sorcerer (and a bit of a bard)

Alignment: Chaotic good/neutral

Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Sexual Orientation: Straight, bi-curious

Setting: Baldur's Gate 3 and DnD (Forgotten Realms)

Trivia:

She mainly uses "regular" magic. She won't use blood magic or her dragon form unless it is really necessary.

She can create daggers with her blood. She uses them to hunt.

Luvia has sadistic tendencies. She takes pleasure in hunting and killing the contract-breakers. She loves to feel their fear, and if her clients want them to suffer, she's more than happy to oblige.

People think she's a Tiefling without a tail. She doesn't want them to know about her true nature anyway.

Luvia tends to hide her emotions most of the time but her eyes speak for her.

She hates when things don't align with her plans and it is difficult for her to hide her frustration.

Luvia uses coconut and vanilla scent as perfume, but her natural scent is more like honey and blood.

[kaykebitez]

Vox - Tav Character Sheet (AU Edition)

The second of my character directories, here’s everything you ever needed to know about my Modern!AU Tav, Vox.

This bio will contain SPOILERS for Hands in the Fire and the subsequent fic universe, Light Years Away (in the hells). So read at your own risk.

Pls enjoy both masc and femme versions of my shapeshifter bby below! Also some beautiful artwork by @littleprincepaladin 💖

Name: Vox Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling/Half-Incubus Class: Bard Age: 26 Sex: ??? (Can shapeshift, doesn’t remember biological sex at birth as they can change their body at will) Gender Identity: Genderfluid/Agender Pronouns: They/Them Alignment: Neutral Good Orientation: Pansexual Partner: Astarion

Family: Haarlep (“mother”), unknown tiefling father

Height: Varies. Small femme form is 5’3”; medium masc form is 5’11”; muscular femme form is 6’0”; muscular masc form is 6’3” Build: Varies. Usually dancer’s build but can be bulkier. Skin: Pale periwinkle with lots of freckles Eyes: Infernal violet Hair: White with faint periwinkle highlights Tattoos: Dark grey-purple vines across the face Piercings: Ears, lip (not pictured)

Favored Weapon: (in game) Sussur Dagger; (in Modern AU fic) Switchblade Instrument: Violin (in game); Guitar (in AU)

Base Stats (By Vibes Only)

CHA: 17 WIS: 10 DEX: 15 STR: 12 INT: 12 CON: 8

Likes: Music, Dance, Vodka Sodas, Sex (duh), Poetry, Trashy Romance Novels, Lo-Fi Beats, Being the Center of Attention Dislikes: Injustice, Devils, Raphael (especially him), Lying, Snowstorms, Large Animals Personality: Vox is, in a word, a flirt. Physicality, seduction, and intrigue are their tools of choice, and they use their body and charm to get out of any situation (well, most any, but we'll get to that.) An incredibly talented musician and dancer, Vox will take any opportunity to flaunt their talents, which to some can come across as vapid, vain, or self-absorbed. Which they can be, just a little bit. But below the surface lies an incredibly warm heart, selfless demeanor, and a desire to be known and loved, even if baring themselves to another, raw and unfiltered, is absolutely terrifying. Eagle-eyed observers will note that Vox tends to utilize their shapeshifting abilities not only for seduction but in casual conversation, as well. They will change their outward appearance and physical sex to better mirror what they believe their conversational partner is most comfortable with-- (i.e. ; they always present female around Minthara, they favor a stronger body type with Lae'zel or Karlach, or they present masculine or androgynous around their fellow tieflings). They also will mirror interests and tend to go out of their way to talk about things the other person likes, regardless of whether or not they actually enjoy that topic, themselves. A true chameleon in every sense of the word, Vox uses their versatility and adaptability as a shield, to the point where they hardly know who they even are under all the frills. Only when they're truly alone do they unmask. Even then, they sometimes will still choose an appearance or hobby based on who they last spoke with. Their own identity is malleable, ever-changing, and yet... they wish more than anything to be known and accepted for themselves.

Backstory: (SPOILERS FOR HANDS IN THE FIRE) *This backstory is for a Modern AU - Vox as of now does not have a storyline for the game's canonverse.* Born to the mysterious incubus Haarlep as the result of a repeated rendezvous with a Mephistopheles Tiefling man from Elturel, Vox's existence is a bit of a mystery in the first place. Haarlep was no stranger to having sired countless children (most of which they don't even know exist), but actually birthing one? Now that was a novelty. Sadly, Vox's father passed away before they were born, but their affinity for the musical arts comes from him. At least, according to Haarlep, anyway.

Haarlep's reasonings for keeping Vox have never been disclosed, but regardless, they surprisingly did their best to give Vox a mostly 'normal' childhood. As normal as the child of an incubus can get, anyway. The "mother"/child duo traveled throughout the mortal realm for most of Vox's childhood, eventually settling back in Elturel when Vox was a teenager... just in time for the descent into Avernus. No stranger to the Hells, Haarlep actually enjoyed the locale of the fallen city, despite the horrors that took place daily within the city limits. Vox did their best to adapt, making fast friends with many of the young tieflings trapped in Elturel and providing joy with song, dance, and (ahem) distraction however they could. (A budding half-incubus has to feed, y'know.) They grew close to a whole host of familiar faces, including Rolan and his siblings, Dammon, and Alfira. Zevlor became something of a father figure to them, when he wasn't busy fighting for his life, and Haarlep sat back amidst the chaos to watch their offspring come into their own. Then the city was lifted from the Hells, and the tieflings were cast out. And Haarlep decided it was time to move on.

Vox, by then an adult, theoretically could have left to start their own life, but every now and then they caught a brief glimpse in their mother that, for an incubus, Haarlep seemed lonely. Every so often, they'd catch Haarlep looking at them with a glassy, wistful expression, one that would disappear within seconds. Haarlep had said in passing that Vox resembled their father, so perhaps, contrary to popular belief, incubi can actually love?

Nah. Impossible.

The pair took a trip to Cania around Vox's 20th birthday, and that's when their life went to hell in a handbasket.

Enter: Mephistopheles.

One of Meph's irritating spawn, a cambion by the name of Raphael, had started to get too big for his britches, so to speak. At the behest of Meph (and a little contractual obligation), Haarlep was sent to 'distract' Raphael from his growing plans and delusions of grandeur as a personal incubus. Unable to refuse due to the hierarchy of the hells, Haarlep had no choice but to make their way to the mortal realm with Vox in tow to meet up with Raphael. There, Raphael also pulled Haarlep into a contract, warping their appearance and even their name to reflect his vanity-- to the point where even Vox couldn't remember what their own mother had looked like before the contract was signed. Livid, Vox threatened Raphael, but they didn't have any leverage to stand on, and there was no way they would sign a contract of their own to get their mother out of servitude.

And then, Raphael posed a deal. No strings attached (or so he claimed.)

His Hells-Adjacent nightclub in Baldur's Gate, The Devil's Den, was in need of some entertainment and staff. Vox could stay with their mother, free of charge, so long as they utilized their talents to provide entertainment for the club each and every night, and help Raphael bring in new staff by any means necessary. Unfortunately for Vox, this arrangement quickly became something of their own personal hell, as they watched time and time again as their ability to connect with people was weaponized for the Devil's own gain. Of course, Vox was free to leave at any time... but the more people that Vox unwittingly roped into Raphael's growing plans, the more responsible they felt to somehow, some way, take the devil down once and for all.

(To be edited with more backstory when the fic catches up~)

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Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for female reader, male reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any characters you wouldn't accept for each fandom? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you accept requests for Baldur's Gate 3? What kinks would you accept for requests? Thank you in advance!

These are very good questions, thank you for asking them! I do scenarios and headcanons, I like to do them mainly because it's easier for me to write and takes less time. My limit is probably four characters, but depending on the characters, I might let in five. I can do the same prompt with different characters.

You may request female reader, male reader, or GN reader, but I will mostly use GN reader/ not use specified pronouns purely because I want everyone to be able to read my Tumblr page without thinking I'm purely specializing in female reader or male reader. If you request smut or suggestive stuff, you may specify if you want me to use AFAB or AMAB for the reader's body. If you don't specify, I will just stick with GN terms. Please also specify if you want Dom! reader or Sub! reader. If you don't specify, I will stick with Sub! reader.

I do not have any characters unwanted on my list besides probably Raphael and Haarlep. (BG3 characters) Purely because I haven't had many interactions with them both, and I think other people can do a lot better than I can with writing for them.

I will NOT do any rape or suicide, anything non-consensual, etc. Please do not ask for it!

I accept Poly ships, as long as they y'know make sense.

Yes, you may ask for different AUS; just make sure to specify the AU you want so I do not mess it up. If I do, message me what you wanted again and I will remake your request!

I don't mind if the request asks for implied sex, suggestive, and mentions of sex.

I will accept requests for BG3 but I don't think it will be my main priority. (Unless you ask for one of my favs/ask for a rlly good idea :3)

I accept most kinks besides ageplay, rapeplay, cumflation, forced pregnancy, and I don't rlly accept daddy/mommy kinks. Unless you really want it for like Gallagher or others.

Let me know if you have any more questions!

[eepy-writer]

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for gender neutral reader? Would you accept requests for Wyll, Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? Would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? What kinks would you accept for requests? Thank you in advance!

hello there anon! thankyou for being so curious as to my boundarys that is very sweet! i do take requests for hc and scenarios ! and yes the same prompt and different characters i will do! you can ask for up to ten characters, you definitely can ask for gender neutral (as well as any pronouns neos included) i definitely would take request for all those characters ! i will write about touchy subjects in only truma then comfort ways, i will never glorify horrific acts. it can be vaguely suggestive or full on, what you want, i shall write! i dont mind about that at all, you can give me extreme specifics about race, appearance, bodytype or be and vague as you like. you dont have to pick the class, or type (elf, drow eta) i will do poly groups and ships! alt universes are new to me, but i would try my best<3 and i will never write Emetophilia , ageplay or Coprophilia.

thankyou<3

~eepy-writer.

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Requests Open!

Raphael x Evie (f!"human"OC) | Rating: E/varied

With the nature of Plots & Prosody being a more 'slice of life' series interspersed with drabbles and snapshots, I am quite happy to consider requests!

ETA: this post works in general for Patchwork Plots, as well. Astarion x Evie (f!"human"OC) | Rating: E/varied

Just hit the Ask button on my page. :)

Depending on timing, I may throw fills up on Tumblr first since Prosody will be divided by game events, post-game events/once Raphael has the Crown of Karsus, and after they're together (there's a vague overarching plot). Smut won't happen until later in the series once they're together, but I'm still open to writing and posting it for Tumblr before then.

I'll write most things as long as they fit the general characterizations and my universe for Prosody, which is fairly broad and detailed some below (feel free to inquire!). Depending on the request, I may stick with feminine pronouns/parts or write with gender neutral terms.

There are spoilers below for those who may be reading Prosody.

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Raphael x Evie (f!"human"OC) | Rating: E/varied

(These lists are non-exhaustive)

Things I love:

Worldbuilding and exposition

Domestic fluff

Slice of Life

Weird/unusual topics

Will Write:

Any rating/SFW, NSFW

Violence, gore

Smut (both are bi/pan for the interest of including others), Kinks; Non-Consent is a grey area

Interactions with other characters

Various AuDHD topics/behaviors (as long as I feel comfortable depicting them - I mostly write these to my own experiences but am willing to discuss)

Unbound by BG canon/lore and DnD rules

Head canons

Won't write:

Stuff that's going to make me super sad or uncomfortable (death, certain forms of cruelty)

Things that are way Out Of Character without good reason

Some extreme kinks

Pregnancy/babies/children (breeding kink is an exception but already in the works as part of a later chapter, haha)

I'm ignoring a lot of established lore regarding Asmodeus and Raphael probably flying too close to the sun with his aspirations for Archdevil Supreme, lol

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Quick characterizations and Prosody plot points:

Raphael: cunning and strategic; ambitious; prideful; pretty classically Lawful Evil; Not Bad in Bed (I'm firmly Team 'Haarlep's a fucking incubus and they hate each other but Raphael can't get rid of them due to circumstances with his father'); totally a Bard; will use the rules and others to get what he wants; intellectually curious; isn't needlessly cruel (in most circumstances); will use sex and sex appeal in pursuit of what he wants/his contracts if most convenient, but more often uses the seduction of power and luxury; honorable; respectful; nosy (he's an information broker); manipulative but doesn't lie; possessive; domineering; trends towards obsession with his interests

He mostly just thinks Evie's weird and kind of annoying at first but she grows on him in part due to that weirdness. He believes her 'modern' knowledge and technological drive to be very useful to him/his goals, so pursues trying to get her to join his side, which triggers that obsessive drive he has. Very interested in her and Astarion's efforts to transform Baldur's Gate. He tries to genuinely court her in post-game (and sabotages the efforts of others - much to the amusement and consternation of Astarion). Morphs into a kind of marriage contract. He does have a soft spot for her but sees having her as his consort/Archduchess politically advantageous. He's supportive of her ambitions (because they align with his own) but also kind of a hard-ass. He chooses to trust in her loyalty to him when he allows her to retain a lot of personal freedom. Doesn't quite realise (but thinks he does) what chaos he's brought into his life/House (maybe make sure you fully know someone before you make them marry you?).

Evie: she/her pronouns; human 'modern girl'; Chaotic Neutral and morally grey; made a deal with a book-bound nature spirit to be given fox ears and a tail in exchange for traits/magic/spells; worshiped by Kuo-toa (and takes her unwitting godhood over them very seriously); AuDHD; friendly; slow to trust but generally presumes the best of others; polite and respectful; can be overly (though usually tactfully) blunt; can be both very socially apt and oblivious/awkward in turn - not great at recognizing flirting towards herself but can see it between other people; prone to daydreaming/getting lost in thought; frequently impulsive and tightly self-controlled in turn; hyperfixative; introverted but 'takes charge when forced into social situations'; strategic; very intelligent but the ADHD gets the best of her at times (will totally channel 8 INT Tav); will rant about politics and culture; modern girl = modern knowledge (+quite technologically savvy); has special interests; very musically inclined; afraid of disappointing others or not being 'useful'; sexually experienced/knowledgeable

She is fairly neutral about Raphael and uninterested in his deals (she isn't the one who gives him the Crown), but they do end up becoming fairly friendly during game events. They bond over shared interest in theater/music, literature, politics, etc. Feels no fear of him and will stand up to him. She grows to see him as a friend by post-game and isn't personally terribly concerned about him having the Crown even though she wanted it destroyed. Her focus is mostly on her inventions and business ventures and helping Astarion manage his political career post-game, though starts exploring the dating scene of the City. Due to his status and ambitions, she mentally puts Raphael in the 'off limits for sex/romance' box and doesn't see any reason he'd be interested in her that way. Becomes very 'they're dating but she doesn't realise it.' Very salty when he forces her into a corner to marry him but ultimately accepts it as his interests require that much stays the same and she's acknowledged to herself by then that she is attracted to him. Makes her problems, his problems as a form of retaliation. Then becomes 'they're married but now need to actually date.'

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In Prosody canon, Evie never sleeps with Haarlep for ~reasons~, so I lean towards not involving them in smut, but will write them non-sexually. They don't have the most positive relationship, however, so most interactions between them are a bit catty/antagonistic.

Evie and Astarion (who chooses to ascend but retains a softness due to Evie) have a very strong platonic relationship (and past, very brief sexual one) in post-game events. Evie's on friendly terms with the rest of the crew, especially Karlach (who goes the Avernus route with Wyll).

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Some Prompt Lists for Inspiration:

Touching

Make 'em Swoon

Good Traits Gone Bad

Seeking Out Physical Attention

Kinktober 2023

Subtle Suggestive Smut Prompts

Tav Asks