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Red Moon - Astarion/F!Tav

Rated Explicit - Dead Dove TW: NonCon / Torture / Obsessive Behavior / Ascendant Astarion/ Emotional Abuse/ Bondage/ Scars&Branding/ No Happy Ending

Astarion has ascended....Tav knew from the beginning...had an idea as to how this would all play out. She made peace with her choices..that was before she had known. She never dreamt things could spiral this far out of control.

Haunt Me - Haarlep / F!Tav / Raphael (on going) [ tumblr link ch 1 ]

Rated: Explicit TW: Past Abuse / Implied torture - Torture / Shibari / Bondage / Smut sprinkled with plot / Scars & Branding / Possessive Behavior / Explicit Sexual Content

Haarlep heard Tav's cries echo in the Abyss and Raphael has come to collect her. In the end, Tav is not sure which devil is crueler; but she knows now which devils make her feel safe.

Fade Into You - Haarlep/F!Tav/ Raphael (on going)

Rating: Mature tw: blood & gore/ ptsd/ healing from abuse/ mentions of torture/ suicidal thoughts/ healing

Fluffy slice of life snippets

Until We Bleed - Haarlep / Raphael / F!Tav

Rated: Explicit - Dead Dove Prompt fic TW: Extremely DubCon/NonCon element/ Bondage/ Noncon Drug usage/ bad bdsm etiquette/ Fiend Sex/ Semi-Ascended Raphael/ Forced Orgasm

Foolishly, Tav and her party thought they could best the Devil. She weaponized seduction to lure his Incubus, followed a false trail of hope in a failed attempt at rebellion...tried to kill him. Raphael may be many things, dawn many titles - a forgiving God is not one.

Ecstacy - Haarlep/Raphael/F!Tav & Astarion/Tav (tumblr link)

Rated: Explicit Tw: Non-con touching/ dubcon - noncon /Orgasm denial/ fingering/ explicit sexual content/ cunnilingus/yandere Astarion/ possessive Raphael/ blood drinking/ phantom touches

Tav has yet to feel the repercussions of her pact with Haarlep. It is both a relief and a constant blade hanging over her head. Her carefully constructed house of cards comes tumbling down when Haarlep strikes at the least opportune moment.

Strangelove - Haarlep/F!Tav (on going)

Rating: Explicit - Dead Dove Tw: non-con/ knotting/ breeding/ emotional manipulation/ object insertion/ haarlep is their own warning

After Raphael's demise, Hope revives Haarlep. With their newfound life and freedom - unrestrained by any Masters, Haarlep has no desire to stay in the House of Hope. Instead, they have created their own little sanctuary within the Hells and intend to indulge in an obsession no longer out of reach.

Ptolemaea - Raphael / F!Tav (on going)

Rating: Explicit - Dead Dove TW: NonCon / Torture/ Ascended Fiend Raphael/ Blood play/ Wound play/ Violence/ Manipulation/ Gaslighting/ Forced Orgasm/ Religion as a Weapon/ Corruption/ loss of virginity/ tropes upon tropes.

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This was not the simple acquisition of her body; penance for her transgression once more come full circle.... This was the desecration of her soul.

Don't Wake Up - Haarlep / F!Tav (on going)

Rating: Explicit - Dead Dove TW: DubCon/ Incubus+Succubus Venom/ Explicit Sexual Content/ Blood play/ Sex Pollen

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Putting this here while I edit ch 11.

Haunt Me ch 10 smut snippet

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Rating: 18+ || Minors DNI

Pairing: Raphael / F!Tav / Haarlep [Haunt Me verse BS]

Warnings: dom/sub undertones | slipping into bad dom | edging | blood kink |makeshift gags | anal | double penetration

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(its long and I'm not sure how detailed I can get on this site so the whole thing is on ao3)

“I want to make it better…” Tav managed the words one at a time, in between brutal kisses.

Haarlep rasped a deep chuckle. Dark and deliciously twisted. The echoes of which settled along Tav’s veins like embers. “Oh, you will make it better – you both will.” A sharp loaded look at Raphael. Another nip along her neck. “I will take your repentance with submission, precious.”

“Of course, you will.” Raphael scoffed to their side in relief. His timbre dropping an octaval, husky with his own lust.

Tav wiggled out of Haarlep’s grasp. Landing on the balls of her feet, one hand fell against the edge of the bed to support herself. Her other pressed against Haarlep to shove them back a step and give her enough room to kneel.

This was…not something she did often – the act never demanded or pushed by either of her lovers. At one point in time, it was an act she rather enjoyed. Had given her satisfaction as she drew out pleasure from her partners. Something Astarion had spoiled for her. The ptsd it induced was involuntary…but in this moment Tav wanted to try – another mark expunged from her record of trauma.

Raphael and Haarlep both tensed at the action. Suddenly strung tight, like they expected her to break just from falling to her knees before them – sexual or otherwise.

Haarlep’s hand wound in her hair. Hesitation forefront in their gaze.

Their concern warmed Tav; made her feel safe in her decision to resume this particular position. It was not oral she was opposed to, so much as the kneeling. She wanted to do this, show this to them and bring pleasure to them as they did her.

“Little mouse…”

“Tav –“ Haarlep inquired. “This is not the type of submission I intended. We are aware... “ They would not voice it; neither would Raphael.

“I am sure – let me do this.”

“Any hint of a lapse  – “

“I know.” Her response was petulant – she did not want a reminder. She wanted to trust; to please; show them she was theirs in every sense.

Tav situated herself on her knees. Raphael’s baroque carpets cushioned her bones from the hard marble. One hand gripped the base of Haarlep’s cock while the other fell against the upper part of their thigh.

Their tangled grip in her hair tightened.

Raphael’s chest rattled a warning with his deep growl.

It only took a second – Tav did not even know what happened, did not intend for it to happen. The tremble in her fingers was completely involuntary; but it was enough for her fiends.

“Nope.” Haarlep stopped her. Swooped her up over their shoulder – unnecessarily –  and tossed her onto the bed. “There are other ways to do this, if you are so determined.” The sudden sense of vertigo chased the tremble from her fingers. Haarlep did not give her time to dwell on the small set back. Instead, they managed her as easily as if she were some doll. Positioned her so her head hung off the edge of the bed. Body splayed out, on her back, across the mattress.

Oh.

Tav was a bit irritated, she had not thought of this before. The new height put her at a much better position for access and control.

Happy with the new arrangement; Haarlep sunk down. Knees bent in a crouch; their hands brushed along the waves of hair cascading towards the floor. Glamoured eyes discreetly looking over her to Raphael, positioned on the opposite side of the bed. Tav felt the mattress dip under the weight of her cambion as he made himself comfortable by her ankles.

“I will have your submission, little dove.” Haarlep tipped their head to the side, hellish gold meeting the ruby of her own. “Your pain – that type – will not bring me pleasure.” They paused as if to collect themselves. “This is the only time tonight I will ask – “ Tav felt herself grow slick – arousal pooling low and deep. Raphael actions softened the severity of Haarlep’s tone. His fingers tickling senseless patterns up the inside of her calves, as they checked in on her. “Are you ok to continue?” Haarlep asked tightly.

“Yes.” Tav could see the restraint through the vestigial betrayal and ire. They were asking for consent, even after their unspoken threats. Foregoing their own desires, again, to make sure she was sound.

It was a kindness she had not been used to but should expect from them by now – it still shocked her. Their gesture kindled warmth where once there was only a void of algid despair.

Haarlep nodded once, fingers twirled within her loose curls, tugging gently.

“Does this position work for what you wanted?” Their question would be the final inquiry to her state of mind.

“Yes.” There was no hint of apprehension or doubt. The darkness of trauma could not reach her here – surprising enough.

“Then we will start here.” Haarlep struck, surprisingly soft lips slanted over her own in a lewd kiss. In turn, Raphael’s hand gripped her ankle. The firm grip pressed up, until the soft velvet tickled the sole of her foot. He encouraged her to bend her knees as sharp fangs nipped the inside of her opposite calf.

“I will be the only God you beseech tonight – sweet little thief.” Haarlep let the feral need bleed back into their gaze. Golden hues glimmered in a sea of black abyss – decorated with tiny shimmering flecks of red, like flames, Tav only just observed.

Haarlep stood.

Tav took initiative.

She lavished her hand from palm to fingertips in a way that drew near silent groans from both her fiends. Her spit acted as makeshift lube to pump Haarlep once, then twice. She wiggled back just a touch, so her head was at a better angle. Her tongue came out to swipe fully against their slit.

Haarlep’s cock bobbed at the sensation. Clawed hands fell against the bed to either side of her ribcage; their form curling over her, wings flicking out.

One of Tav’s hands gripped their hip; fingers pet along infernally decorated flesh. The other wrapped around their base, gripping the weight of them in her hand. The space between the tips of her finger and thumb gave her pause, their girth had always been intimidating. Tav was eager but knew they were too well endowed to just dive in. It would be best to ease into a full deep throat. This current angle, while better, was new to her and would take some getting used to. She mentally reminded herself that patience always paid off more in the long run when it came to sex.

Tav guided Haarlep to her lips. Tongue swirled around the head of their cock then pressed intently against the vein along the underside of them, before taking them into her mouth. The ribbed texture paired with the faded scent of cherry, and vaguely smoky salt of their skin gave an erotic flare to the act.

Raphael groaned in tandem with his incubus – Tav almost forgot Haarlep’s experience would mirror onto their master. Tav’s thighs instinctually pressed together around Raphael. The thrum of her own pleasure at the realization, made a darker part of herself tingle with her own sense authority.

Raphael’s attractive moan was cut off. The devilish purr muffled in a way that caused Tav to pull away to glance up at the pair.

Haarlep’s hand found one of Raphael’s horns. Their master had shifted to his cambion skin at some point during their spat. The sight alone was hot – enough that it encouraged Tav to continue. The visual of a slightly younger visage of Raphael making out with himself; now perfectly aged, did very damning things to Tav.

With the image burned into her mind, she went back to work. This time, pulling Haarlep closer. Head tilted and throat relaxed, she allowed her spit to pool enough to coat her lips and aid them in sliding across her tongue. Mindful of her fangs and teeth – although she bet they may be into a gentle graze – she avoided it. Something filed away for later if they were so interested.

Tav’s free hand wrapped around the width of them. She carefully squeezed and stroked the parts of their length she was unable to comfortably take at the moment.

There was a heady feel to controlling their pleasure like this. Powerful to the extent it kept her wet and ready. Every groan and hiss above her was a different language of praise that made fervor course through her. Her cheeks flushed as blood rushed to her head and lust curled within.

Tav felt a new sense of confidence bubble to the surface; she grew bold.

She carefully flexed her grip around Haarlep. Her other hand reached back so her fingers could dig into the muscles of their ass, pulling them flush against her. She made sure to breathe through her nose and relax her throat the best she could. Her tongue lavished the top of them. Writhed along the flesh she could get to before the girth of them pinned it down. When they were fully seated in her throat, she held them for a handful of seconds. Then repeated the process until she felt her gag reflex get accustomed to the sensation.

The muscles along Haarlep’s inner thighs quaked. The devilish rattled snarls and groans of both, Haarlep’s and Raphael’s, approval validated her actions.

The mattress dipped again as the large forms above her shifted.

The fiends rearranged until the soft breeze was shuttered, leaving her to feel as if she were surrounded by an inferno. Calloused hands descended to her form.

They touched her – finally.

Haarlep’s hands slid over her breasts. Fingers pinched her pearled nipples, then pet down her stomach to curl around each inner thigh. Warm hands drew her legs up and apart. Their steely grip pressed her knee into the mattress. Baring her, embarrassingly, to the world and Raphael. Displaying her as if she were some offering to be ruined.

Tav squeaked around Haarlep, when a second set of hands smoothed along the back of her thighs. Fingers trailed back down towards her center. A traced the outline of her, delving through her folds. She heard them both rumble at the evidence of how wet for them she was.

Their hushed whispers fell over her. Haarlep moved their hips without her guidance, hands still holding her knees to the mattress. Raphael took advanced of Haarlep’s assistance; he spread her open and licked her from cunt to clit in one go. Tongue flattened, the slight raised roughness of it – hellish and his own – made her moan around the cock in her mouth.

Haarlep cursed at the sensation.

Raphael snarled into her flesh at the shared experience. Lips sealed around her clit – finger penetrated her core.

Tav noted Haarlep and Raphael’s reaction, she hummed around their length experimentally. Her hand moved to gently cup their balls and massage. When she hallowed her cheeks and hummed again, Haarlep ripped themselves from her.

Raphael, too occupied to fully care, ate her like a beast starved. He drove her so quickly towards the precipice, her muscles contracted violently. Tav curled up, hands pressing against his horns in an attempt to push him away. Her thighs trembled from his pleasurable assault.

“Wait – “ Her rasped words were cut off by moans and shivers. His fingers slid from her, but his mouth stayed firm. Raphael licked and sucked while he secured her knees once more, this time pressing them up to her chest. He bent her in half and crawled over her, paying no mind to her rough grip on his horns.

Goddess be damned. She did not stand a chance.

“Raph –“ His name was cut off by the thick piece of silk Haarlep pressed between her parted lips. They wrapped the fabric around her head and secured it with a knot.

“That did not sound like my name.” There was an edge to Haarlep, power hungry and completely taken with their incubi nature.

Any response Tav tried to huff around the cloth quickly fled her mind.

Raphael shoved his tongue into her cunt – curled the appendage in a way that managed to brush that roughness against the sensitive spot along her upper wall. Tav’s eyes rolled at the feel.

Raphael had never eaten her out before – but by the stars was it a metamorphic, transformative, and rapturous experience.

Tav was going to touch Death’s gates again – for the third or fourth time.

The coil within her constricted. She could feel the microscopic contractions – the familiar precursors to an orgasm. Her cunt started to clench around Raphael’s tongue. The makeshift gag absorbed any of her desperately whimpered moans.

Haarlep’s face contorted, they leaned over her with a hiss, a hand shooting out to wrench Raphael off her by his horns. Tav mewled, chest heaving, perspiration gathering along her brow as the promise of an orgasm was stolen from her. Her hazy view of the room was quickly blocked as two sets of red membrane wings spread wide, secluding them all from the heat of Avernus. “That is quite enough, dear master, of ours.” Haarlep licked the glistening arousal from Raphael’s chin. Tav clenched around nothing at the vulgar sight. “That was not what we agreed on.”

Their conversation continued; tone nonchalant – down right casual – as they leaned over her. Matching eyes focused solely on each other.

“Is that so, dearest?” Raphael teased. His own cock fell heavy against her folds as he leaned in towards Haarlep. Hips dredged the entirety of his erection along her. The raised ridges and prominent veins distinct as they slid against her while he antagonized the incubus. He deliberately bumped her clit with every slow thrust as he held her down – pinned between them.

Tav knew they would not bring her any relief. She tried to discreetly move her hand lower to aid herself, put an end to Raphael’s torment of her.

Haarlep did not even have the decency to look down at her. Their hands immediately moved to ensnare her own and pin them back to the bed. Thumbs caressing the inside of each wrists in quiet admonition.

Tav groaned against the cloth in her mouth. She was rendered a voyeur to a discussion of her own ruin.

She squirmed below them. Her hips slanted against Raphael, desperate to gain some form of relief. A few pitiful muffled moans later, by the grace of everything unholy, her internal plights were answered.

There was a pressure against her entrance. A gentle push and the tip of something dexterous, thicker than a finger yet not a cock speared slowly into her.

A shallow thrust at first. When she did not resist, the object pressed deeper.

There was a sharp rasped snap of a foreign tongue followed by a silence. Tav watched Haarlep aggressively lean over her towards their cambion.

A knee came up to press into the palm of her hand, allowing them the freedom to grab at Raphael again to pull him closer. Their other hand pressed her wrist forcefully into the mattress with their weight. Both fiends’ lips smashed giving way to teeth and tongue as Haarlep thrilled at Raphael’s Infernally spoken confirmation.

Her two tormentors apparently came to an agreement on how to handle her.

Tav shuddered as the pressure within increased. The tapered object wiggled inside of her. Took care to hit sensitive zones Tav was not aware of. The movement caused her pelvis to automatically arch against it. She tried to match the pace it set. In response to her actions, the object withdrew, flicked hard across her clit then dipped back into her. Only then did Tav realize what the object – giving her quiet relief while Raphael distracted Haarlep – was.

His tail.

Raphael’s tail.

Goddess.

Tav’s eyes rolled, cheeks dark and rosy. Her shocked cry muffled by silk. Her legs cramped from being pressed to her chest. Strained from Raphael’s use of them as a perch, while he slid his warm cock against her and fucked her with his tail.

The thought alone threatened to undo her.

When her legs started to tremble as the ripples of another would be orgasm started to build, Haarlep finally noticed.

The incubus quickly hauled her from under Raphael. All snarls and false spurn, with a strength Tav had not expect. Raphael made no move to stop them. The ruler of Avernus simply reclined back on his haunches looking in every manor like the cat he claimed to be. His crimson tail flicked out – glistening; a devastating smirk painted across his handsome face.

Link if needed again: HM Chapter 10

Ch 12 peep:

things and edits are happening I swear. This is also very much unedited and might get switched around a bit... or get another thousand pages added. -_-

The intrusive need to write out their prequel is as real as the need to work on the Astarion/Tav one no one asked for.

Haunt Me Ch. 13

Split this one into two chapters so I could get something posted while I edit the other half because it kept growing.

It's rare I get two fics update in a 3 day period but I have been tinkering with all of the wips I swear.

Don't Wake Up Ch 2

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“Your thieving will be the death of you.” Her new fiend flung her off their shoulders.

Tav found herself bouncing on a plush mattress.

Hues of red, gold, and rich browns covered most surfaces. The aged stone walls were polished and intricately marbled – lavish. A tranquil trickling, like a small fountain, played in the room. The hint of added humidity made her struggled breaths less taxing. The decrepit crypt air was replaced with the layered aroma of luxurious oils and fresh linen – a hidden trace of incense and sex.

A high-pitched squeal broke the sensory spell.

Her fiend’s eyes snapped to the small squeak that came from the opposite end of the room. They glared, snatching a pouch from thin air, and chucking it in the direction of the sound.

‘Relax.’ The silky voice whispered in her mind.

Tav caved easily to the command. She flopped backwards; head tilted back as delayed reflexes tried to track the pouch’s path. Lazily pushing her head into the soft bedding and arching her neck to look at the source of the squeak. Secretly relishing the feel of extravagance cushioning her. Her raw awareness picked up every thread of silk and velvet brushing along her skin with each tiny movement.

The dueling toxins lulled her into a torrid, druggy state of ecstasy.

A small scantily clad maid caught the sack. The sound of coin sliding against coin jingled through the suite.

“I just fixed those!“ She complained, face twisting with irritation. Disgusted by their ruined appearances. Pink irises flicking from the fiend to Tav, squinting at the fiend for a second longer than what would be considered polite.