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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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Hi! I’ve been thinking about this for awhile.

Imagine Astarion walking in to see his s/o, only to see them on their knees groaning and looking uncomftarble, because of Haarlep and his promise. ”Everytime I make love with your body, you will know.”

Maybe Astarion could like try to comfort s/o through one of those times? Not in a sexual way, just doing his best to show that he’s there, maybe throwing a comment to distract them ”pretend it’s me.”

If you’re uncomftarble with this you can ignore it! Have a nice day/night!😊

I used they/them pronouns for Haarlep when applicable because the Narrator refers to them this way

References and dialogue taken from a scene in the game, transcribed by yours truly

Warnings: rape/non-con elements, swearing, crying, reference to victim blaming, references to past trauma/abuse

Word Count: 1,031

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It comes on like a violent shiver. You can feel hands all over you, tracing up and down your legs and chest, but you’re all alone in your tent. You try to ignore it, focus on a book or something. Anything. But it’s overwhelming. Haarlep is using your body to pleasure someone else and you can feel it all. Maybe for Raphael it was incredible - another layer of pleasure to heighten the experience. To you, it’s violating.

You curl into yourself, tugging your knees to your chest as you sit on the floor, and hiding your face from the lamp light. If you could curl up tight enough, maybe you could block it all out. It’s a useless attempt. You know nothing can stop it.

“Darling, you’re going to miss… Shit.” Astarion rushes to your side, the flap of the tent shutting out the rest of the world. He’s not sure if he should touch you, where he should touch you. But you’re shaking, and whimpering, and he wants more than anything to help. “Can I touch you?”

You lift your face from your knees, nodding as a groan tears from your throat. It should feel good, but it doesn’t. You want to squirm and dive into water and roll in the dirt - anything to get rid of the ghostly hands on your skin.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and tugs you into him. His touch is more solid. He’s not a phantom taking pleasure in your image. You sigh with how real he feels. He brushes his fingers through your hair. “It’s the incubus, isn’t it?” he whispers by your ear. You nod and grab onto his arm. Your hands are trembling. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I can feel it, Astarion,” you gasp. You press your face into his chest. “Everything. Hands, just, all over me.” You can’t bear to speak out loud what else you feel. He can tell when your legs press tightly together.

“Tell me what I can do to help.”

Your mind is blank. You can’t think. You don’t know. You squirm closer to him and he draws your body into his lap, pressing his cheek to your head. He tries to be more firm in his touches. He scratches lightly at your scalp, tugs gently at the hairs at the nape of your neck. His hand runs up and down your arm, stopping only to press his fingertips against different locations that follow no consistent pattern. He can feel your tears against his skin, and he wishes more than anything to have killed that creature when they had the chance.

“Keep talking,” you whimper. A violent chill forces its way down your spine and you groan against his skin to avoid being too loud. He can’t imagine what the others would think or say.

When this happened before, it was in public. You couldn’t avoid it then, couldn’t rush somewhere private away from public eyes, and they scolded you. Told you to be quiet, teased you about liking it. It made his blood boil just thinking about it. It hadn’t been this bad then - the sound you made wasn’t out of disgust or discomfort.

“I know what it’s like to lose control over your own body. It’s a wretched thing.”

“I may as well just try to enjoy it.”

“I thought the same, once. It didn’t last. I know what’s done is done - you made your vow. But I’m sorry all the same.”

“Please,” you cry. “Please talk to me.”

He hushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “It’s going to be okay, my dear. You’re going to get through this. And once these damn tadpoles are out of our heads, we’re marching right back to Avernus and killing that bastard.”

You chuckle, weak and wet, but it’s better than hearing you suffer. “Promise?”

“Do you even have to ask? I’d march down there tomorrow if we could.” He moves his hand from your arm to your leg. He rubs circles into your thigh with his thumb, applying various amounts of pressure as he does. Quietly, unsure, he whispers into your hair, “Can you pretend it’s me?”

He’s not sure if he wants you to, truthfully. But he’s willing to carry that weight if it means easing your suffering. It’s a sentimental thought, but it doesn’t last long as you shake your head. “They don’t touch me like you do.” There’s an edge of teasing in your voice, trying to make it a joke, but it doesn’t quite land.

“Good.” He wants to say something more, but nothing comes to mind. He’s almost… proud. Definitely possessive. If that incubus and whoever they're bedding now doesn’t know how to touch you in all the ways you enjoy, then Astarion won’t feel bad when he touches you. He would hate to ruin intimacy for you because Haarlep touches you the same way.

Your legs shake and you hold onto him desperately, wrapping an arm around him to dig your fingers into his back. You try not to dig too deep, try not to hurt him, even in your torture. It breaks his heart. A sound bubbles in the back of your throat, agonized and lewd. With just one touch of your hand to his cheek, he knows precisely what you’re asking for, and he captures your mouth with his own. It’s not romantic or sweet. It’s teeth clashing and swallowing every loud noise that would be louder if he pulled away. It’s offering you a final comfort as Haarlep desecrates you.

As your legs stop shaking, the phantom touches on your body fading, you kiss him softer, until you feel safe enough to pull away. You don’t hide your face again; you press your forehead to his. Your cheeks are flushed and stained with tears. He continues to play with your hair as he wipes them away.

“Thank you,” you whisper. A sob rises from your chest. “I’m sorry.”

He shushes you, pressing kisses to your cheeks and wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay, my love. You’re okay. It’s not your fault. It will never be your fault. You’re okay.”

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depressionart · 6 months

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Wait, wait, wait…Raphael is bottom? Like canonically? What?

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate raphael #baldurs gate haarlep #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate tav #art #digital art #my art #artists on tumblr #asexual #nature #black #blue #fanart #purple #raphael is bottom #raphael #haarlep #bottom raphael

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movedto-clifflix · 8 months

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HAARLEP — BALDUR‘S GATE 3

#i love him a lot .#haarlep #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate haarlep #bg3 #bg3 haarlep #baldurs gate

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beesneedswords · 1 month

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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 🤣

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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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aenvittorielle · 2 months

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i’m playing bg3, comin to haarlep’s room, the cutscene starts

my husband:…

me:…

my husband:…

me: what?

my husband: it reminds me of ‘montero’ by lil nas x

ok, now i can’t unsee Haarlep and Raphael there

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate raphael #baldurs gate haarlep #lil nas x #montero #caaall me by yooour naaame

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ihassheepquake · 4 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 is my favorite game ever purely because I got to fuck an incubus and have him take my form to fuck other people and then I also went and killed him and stole his sexy underwear, which I will wear for the rest of the game.

#co-op playing with my boyfriend who's dragonborn took the 23 strength gloves #and my halfelf wizard has the 23 con necklace #the two are gay and in love and with this information i must quote Aabria Iyengar #they fuck weird #my boy has kinks and a high con #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate haarlep

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klauswalz · 7 months

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