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reverieblondie · 6 days

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Could I request headcanons for Raphael, and Haarlep with touch starved gn s/o?

Sorry this took forever to get to you! It's been half finished for weeks but I was finally able to wrap it up! I really do love these bullet point headcannons that deal with a specific type of reader they are fun!

Post with other BG3 boys with touch starved s/o HERE

Haarlep

You have always been good at hiding your inner longing. That aching emptiness that craves touch. It was your weakness, something that you could never tell anyone about you…you would suffer solely to save yourself the embarrassment. You're supposed to be strong, mind filled with ways to help people, there is no time to sit wrapped up in your loneliness… you could have gone to a companion for sure. Everyone knows Karlach is always eager to give a hug, but you knew it would only make you crave it more. Just suffer in silence; don't let anyone know. That worked for you until you ventured into the house of hope. They smelt it on you as soon as you walked through the door; Haarlep's fiery eyes couldn't help but glimmer, their mouth turning into a cruel smirk. A little mouse and a touched-starved one at that. As soon as your eyes met theirs, Haarlep knew they had you ensnared, and they couldn't blame you, their body exposed to all, the sheer heat radiating from them, their words silky and sinful. You had to fight the urge to melt, which Haarlep found quite amusing. Maybe that's why they decided for you to play with them rather than just kill you like they had been told. It was desperate, tender, and ultimately satisfying. From that moment on, even if you didn't know it, Haarlep, in their infinite generosity, vowed you would never be touched starved again. If Haarlep couldn't come to you, they would make sure you could feel their touch, transforming into your form and touching all your most sensitive areas, knowing full well of the shivers and excitement they flooded you with. Nearly every night, Haarlep was desperate for another feeding and would gorge themselves on you. Taste every part, listening to every sweet moan. You are so delicious…it started out as a mutual benefit for you both but slowly built to longer and longer that Haarlep would stay in your bed, holding you close.

Haarlep would say that they enjoy being touched everywhere; you can use your hands, feet, or tongue, and your pleasure is their pleasure. Though you enjoyed the sentiment of Haarlep saying this, you wanted to find where they liked to be touched. You, of course, knew the obvious place, but you wanted to see if there was more… You framed it as a simple message to thank them for all they do for you. You ran your hands over Haarleps shoulders, neck, thighs. Giving teasing kisses to their ears, stomach, and hands. You finally got what you were looking for when you placed an experimental kiss on the base where their wings reached from their back. A quick shiver, then a low hum, almost like a purr. You felt their body heat up as their wings twighted, silently begging for more. Now, when Haarlep and you engage in your nightly cuddles, you pay extra attention to Haarlep wings. You just love to make them feel special in any way you can.

When Haarlep is feeling needy, it is obvious…If you're up, they're up; if you're reaching up to grab something off a shelve, Haarlep is snaking their arms around you, pressing kisses to your arching back. If you're trying to take a bath, Haarlep is right there dragging the soap all over your curves as their hard cock sits in your ass, whispering their deepest desires to you, bouncing you slowly. If you are lying down for a nap, Haarlep is curled right behind you, their lips caressing your neck as their warm hands stay pressed to your stomach. Though many would probably grow tired of receiving so much non-stop attention, you could never tire of the feeling of Haarlep lips on your skin.

Haarlep would never say that they worship anyone…But that was before they met you. Haarlep can't help themselves when it comes to your body; they crave you endlessly. The taste of your sweat, the sound of your moans, the feeling of your warm walls squeezing their cock with every pull, they love how you quiver with every push. They could ravish you endlessly, let years go by, and they would never tire of you. But you're mortal, and your soul is delicate, so they will have to be able to allow you to have your breaks, to let your soul drift back down to your body after every devastating orgasm. The good news is you have adjusted quite well to the hours of cock warming.

Raphael:

It was like you didn't even try to hide your desperate need for touch. No, you didn't go around giving everyone a hug, but he saw it when he was watching you, that shy trembling when someone touched you, and how you would place your hand where the former was just to linger in the sensation more. How your eyes seemed to always be in a pleading-like state, begging for any kind of affection…comfort. The thought of his hands touching your skin floods his mind. The feeling of having someone so close like that…he can't help but crave it too. Raphael was a master of temptation; his words promised power and fame, but if you were to tell him what you craved the most…would he offer it to you? You couldn't help yourself; it was all so perfectly orchestrated…his bare chest, the fire that scorched behind him as he asked what you wanted for being a good mouse…his favorite client. Raphael knew as soon as he ghosted his hands over your arms that you were ensnared by him, the great hero, in the arms of a devil… how your body trembles for his attention. What he didn't expect from this deal was how his body would start craving you back. What began as a reward for when you did what he wanted slowly turned into a need you two shared for each other, an intimate closeness that is so sweet and foreign to both of you… After a while, it bloomed into something more; Raphael sees it in your eyes and your touch…he can't say it back, but do you feel it in his touch? The desire he shares with you.

It's no secret that Raphael is gorgeous… The worst part is that he knew it. Though there's something sexy to the cockiness of that. Raphael assumes your favorite part of him is his angelic face, his hands, his voice perhaps? Imagine his surprise when he learns it's his broad shoulders you just love to run your hands over and dig your nails into, all while your lips bite and suck marks to his neck. Raphael has warned you before about marking up skin…flipping you over face down on the bed, his hot tongue running up your spine. It's your turn for him to mark, and you can't help how your toes curl from the anticipation…

Raphael likes to think his neediness is subtle, but it's not. When you went to bed last, it was in your bed, but now you are wrapped in luxurious silk, laying on top of the cambion, his nails slightly digging into your skin to ensure you don't leave or that nothing takes you from him. For the rest of the day, he takes you everywhere, his hand constantly caressing you by either holding your waist or your hand. He spends the day being a perfect gentleman; you're unsure if there are ulterior motives, so you try to keep your head straight despite it. Raphael understands he is a devil after all, and your wit is something he enjoys about you, amongst other things. It's not until he brings you into his arms after the day is through that you realize this is different…Raphael sways with you slowly as a hauntingly beautiful melody of instruments whispers through the house, his rich voice in your ear as he sings soft, poetic verses of love. It's then that you know that this…this is real for him too.

"Such an eager pup…" his hands roam over your body as you push him down to his back, your strength apparent by the force. Raphael has been toying with you, and finally, you hit your breaking point. Your hands are fanatic as you rip apart his tunic and unlace his trousers. Raphael had spent days making you burn with withdrawal. His hands only ghosted over your skin, his lips only a whisper away before he would pull back. His bringing you here only to strip for him and then tell you to leave had been the final piece to break your neediness he had been so carefully cultivating. Why did he do this to you? Raphael loves your neediness, loves the feeling of you so eager to push his cock through your entrance, how tears of relief flood your eyes as you bounce on top of him, calling him an arrogant ass as you ravish yourself on him. Raphael is rarely left speechless, but watching your lovesick eyes on him as your body clings, sucking him in deeper, only one word can describe how he feels in this moment looking up at you, love.

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waesabi · 5 months

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“Devote yourself to pleasure eternal”

NSFW - censored since idk how accepting tumblr is nowadays 🫶🏼

#spicy art #baldurs gate fanart #bg3 fanart #baldurs gate 3 fanart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #digital painting #bg3 haarlep #haarlep #baldurs gate 3 Haarlep #bg3 art #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3

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gothitelleex · 1 month

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I was thinking... What does Haarlep do in their free time? Since I believe they can go around the House of Hope just not in Raphael form, I imagine they like to terrorize its inhabitants. We know that Haarlep has collected lots of forms over the years, so it would be funny if they used this capacity of theirs to create drama to entrain themselves. Or to save their ass when they mess up! Just imagine: Haarlep "accidentally" ruins one of Raphael's portrait. No one is around, so no one saw them do it. But! They don't have enough time to fix their mess and they hear someone approaching. So what do they do? Change form! Then they can sit and watch chaos unfold while staying on the side line!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #haarlep bg3 #house of hope #baldurs gate 3 #baldus gate 3 raphael #baldurs gate 3 haarlep #silly thoughts at 3 A.M

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beesneedswords · 3 months

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My headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to shy gn s/o telling him that they never kiss anyone request is so good! I love it especially how sweet Dammon is that he offered to show it, he holds their cheek while kissing 🤭, he knows what's he doing despite having little experience 👍, he would also hold their waist & direct them where to put their hands, he's surprised that they're not a bad kisser like I'm surprised too 😲, he loves to steal kisses when he can 😚, Zevlor reassured them, he's more experienced than they thought 😯, he likes to dip them before kissing them which I find fun & cute too 😊, he would have one hand holding their head & the other at their waist, they would instinctively wrap their arms around his neck when he dipped them, he would make a show of kissing them even in private 😳, how honest Rolan is, he's not a good kisser despite being in relationships before, both of them learn together 😊, he prefers quick kisses, he would hold their waist when they kiss longer 😚, and he would be rough occasionally which he would pull them closer & have his fingers in their hair 😳 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I request this prompt for Haarlep? Only if you don't mind of course! Sorry if you already have this because I'm too paranoid that Tumblr ate it 🤣

Masterlist

Haarlep

Overly cocky about his abilities.

"Let me take the lead, mouse."

Does his best to make Tav comfortable, while trying to keep his image.

He takes it slow at first, but works his way up.

Tells Tav they're a natural (even if they aren't).

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isas-neatstuff · 22 days

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#rokhandurge #durgerokhan #on my knees #bg3 #bg3 haarlep #dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 dark urge #baldurs gate 3 haarlep #baldursgate #bg3 screens #bg3 act 3

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mrfancyfoot · 3 months

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Raphael x Evie (f!OC) | Rating: E/varied | Chapter 1 on AO3

Chapter 8: Echoes & Whispers

Haarlep takes advantage of Evie’s heightened hearing to tell her of all the things they’d like to do while she and Raphael are busy.

Chapter Rating: M/E / NSFW Word Count: ~1.6k Tags: POV Evie, M-Solo; Sexual fantasies; Bathing fantasy Warnings: Haarlep; Unsolicited lewdness

“Welcome back, little fox!” Not five minutes here and the incubus was already back to trying to get under her skin. She wasn’t sure how - had Raphael told them? - but they had found out that her ears were extra sensitive and could hear them wherever they were skulking about in the House of Hope.

“Why not come play with me,” they bid in that deceptively dulcet lilt, “once you’re done with all that boring stuff I’m sure you talk about with the master?”

If she hadn’t been a product of the modern era of sex and such things as the internet and all that came with it - porn galore, unsolicited lewdness and pictures in every inbox as a woman merely existing online, rule 34, et cetera, et cetera - maybe their words would have fazed her. As it was, they usually weren’t too difficult to ignore, though they had been escalating in drama and explicitness... She refused to give them the satisfaction of getting a response out of her.

“I could pamper you in the bath first. Evie…would you like that? Light candles while we soak and relax in the hot waters. I would scrub every bit of that soft skin until my touch makes you tingly and breathy. Run my claws over your scalp as I lather and rinse your beautiful red hair. I bet they’d feel divine on those fluffy ears. Oh, and I of course cannot forget about your tail! I wonder how sensitive it is? Do you moan when it’s grasped and pulled, little fox?”

“I would massage all those muscles, so tight and sore from your travels.”

“Perhaps I would steal a kiss or two from those lips and give your nipples a pinch just to hear you gasp.”

“And then I would pluck you up and seat you on the pool’s edge. You would lie back into plush pillows and I would attend to your most sacred of places!”

Oh, what she would give for a proper hot bath… One of the things that she did fantasize about. What was most aggravating was that the incubus was likely saying all this from that amaaazing looking pool she’d seen in Raphael’s ‘boudoir.’

‘Boudoir’: an archaic term she’d giggled at when Raphael first used it. He had a poetic way of speaking at times though he clearly kept up with linguistic changes to be however many millennia old and still sound similarly to the others that she had so far met. But words like this reminded her that he was not that forty-something appearance of the man before her. Astarion frequently did the same, and Gale, sometimes to a lesser extent. Surprisingly, it was infrequent from Halsin, who she knew to be the oldest of their group - maybe the language of the wilds changed less than that of the cities?

She wasn’t playing this right with Raphael. She could be asking for things in exchange for the information he was trying to dig out. Getting caught in his game, though, wasn’t something she wanted.

“Do you leave your curls? Or do you trim them down? Perhaps you’re bare completely? I would wager that to be difficult to maintain for one travelling so long in the wilds. I could clean them up, should you like? If you’ve never been shorn bare, you’ll be in for a treat!”

But it was so tiring to dance around saying what he wanted to know all the time. In most of it, she didn’t see much harm, but he was sneaky, and with her tendency to ramble once she got started, her mouth would go before her brain had a chance to pull the break.

While their first meetings had felt more like they were butting heads and clashing horns at times, the devil had pivoted and changed his strategy since. It was a constant battle now to remind herself that he wanted her to associate him with comforts and luxury. There was always food and drink offered. Plush, velvet seating. The House was near always quiet at the hour they met - except for someone. He’d even offered to loan her a book after they had shared some of their favorites - she’d declined for now for fear of it getting damaged or ruined while travelling. She thought he’d enjoy Alice in Wonderland. It was kind of sad that she’d never be able to loan him or anyone a favorite book from her world.

“-to taste you! You come here smelling all sweet and it’s not fair that I’ve been denied! Would you be so sweet on my tongue?”

His obvious logic was that if she liked him she would be increasingly likely to sign over her soul to him - if not now, then at some point in the future. But what if she did start turning into an illithid? If it came to that, would she really be able to kill herself or allow another to kill her? It was easy to say she would, but she could just as easily panic and summon him. Because comfort was what you turned to when faced with your own mortality. As it stood, she still thought chance was on her side.

And now- They were discussing tea. She loved tea! Now Raphael knew her favorite tea. Black with lots of spices and a dab of honey and cream and sugar… Most of that she had actually been able to come by, but certain spices and dairy were a luxury out there. She would bet a hefty sum of gold that he would start offering tea alongside, or instead of, wine for these meetings.

“-eave little love bites all up your thighs. And then I’d hold them apart as my tongue laves at your lips. I’m afraid I might be too eager to savor this! I’d delve into your cunt for that first bit, then lick and suckle at your clit until you’re writhing beneath me and begging for more. My tail would thrust into your hole until you spill that sweet nectar for me. Would you cry out? Would you scream your release?”

Her problem was that she did like him.

However much of this was an illusion to draw her in, there were parts that were genuine. When there wasn’t ‘work’ to talk about, he often led conversation with his own interests and hobbies - they had quite a few in common! It might have started as a way for him to show off his sophistication as he played host, but he was happy when she was able to keep up and contribute. After so many months out no-where, it was exciting to be able to get a bit nerdier with someone over her own interests! Even if they were a devil. Was it possible there was a part of him that felt similarly? Devil’s didn’t have friends, right?

…Did they say tail?

Was that…a thing? That they could do?

No! They were not going to distract her.

“-or we could get adventurous. And you would look up at me with those big, innocent eyes-” They were cackling again.

“Oh, I hardly believe you are innocent or lacking experience, dear fox. You’ve quite the self-control if Raphael hasn’t caught on to our game, yet. I think you’re much the opposite! Keeping hidden your wiles and desires. He likes to talk and brag, you know? Little ‘modern era’ girl, are the carnal delights so free where you are from? I should love to hear all about them! Could you surprise an incubus? Could I surprise you?”

“-been fucking a vampire? I could turn green with envy! Has dear Astarion tasted more than your blood? We could invite him, too! Have you ever been with two lovers at once? Stuffed so full of cock? Could your little body and holes handle us both? Or…are you the voyeur type? Would you like to watch as I fuck him? Or he could fuck me, I care not. Lie back or pull up a chair, spread your legs wide, and touch yourself as he moans on my cock. I could shove him between your thighs and make him-”

Bringing Astarion into their stupid fantasy made her angry. She could shake things said about herself, but it was much harder when she felt the urge to defend someone else.

She hadn’t told Astarion about Haarlep. He was self-conscious enough as it was while he was processing his changing feelings over his sexuality. She didn’t want to worry him or have him think it was somehow his fault if something did happen to her.

“And I shall let you in on a secret, you vixen- As I lie here stroking my cock to thoughts of you, my dear master - whose form I presently share - can feel everything!” She could hear them giggling. “I can guarantee that he’s fighting himself in those britches. Here, watch closely~”

She tried to keep the surprise from her face upon hearing that fact, probably only going unnoticed as, in that moment, she saw Raphael’s jaw tick as his eyes flicked in the direction of his bedroom from over the rim of his wine glass. He had quite the mask, too - she wouldn’t have known about this had she not been warned. At least the table between them blocked the view of anything potentially indecent.

Maybe that was karma for the devil.

“Will you go back to your camp and touch yourself tonight? Or seek the arms of your lover? I do so hope you’ll think of me. I’ll certainly be having fun.”