I Adore Raphael...but I Swear, Every Time He Says He Will Be The Archdevil Supreme. I Think Of Taco Bell...Raphael

I adore Raphael...but I swear, every time he says he will be the Archdevil Supreme. I think of Taco Bell...Raphael can do way better than Taco Bell.

Also, back on my BS

Ch 13 Sneak.

idk when it will get posted, but this chapter is gonna be a longer one. My inspo might get squashed after work and thesis stuff in the weeks coming, but this happening.

When you have a fever and your friend helps bring down the temperature. So touching. Jokes aside, I have three more sketches related to this scene, but it's very difficult for me to finish it. I hope I can do this.

WIP WEDNESDAY

thank you @tellmeallaboutit for tagging me. I am sharing three WIPs and I am tagging @haru-sen @dark-and-kawaii @aevallare

(no pressure as always)

These are suuuuuuuuper rough drafts as I am mostly bouncing between HM and Don't Wake Up atm.

(Raph/Haarlep, Raph/Haarlep/Tav, Astarion/Tav)

“There, there, little mouse.” Raphael rasped between sinful moans. His deep voice sleep ridden and endless. Haarlep mewled, her hand reaching behind to grip the muscle of Raphael’s thigh pressed against the back of her own. “Deeper – she loves it when you fuck her right –“ Tav’s back arched, her scream muffled by Astarion’s palm. Thighs trembled and her core clenched. She fought the phantom onslaught of Haarlep and Raphael’s coupling. A noisy exhale from her flared nostrils made the Ascendant Vampire behind her scoff. Astarion’s breath ruffled the wayward strand of hair along her temple. “Tsk tsk, pet.” His breath should have felt warm yet was cold as death. Even after he sacrificed all those souls. Seven thousand wasted un-lives for a botched ritual that failed to provide him the freedom he desired. Tav lips parted, her own pointed teeth grazed the fleshy palm pressed against her. Astarion jerked her back.

(Haarlep/Tav - Haarlep is wearing Astarion's skin)

“Oh, little love.” Astarion slipped his finger easily into her, the cold metal of his first ring pressed against her heated flesh. His fingertip curled up and dragged against her, forcing a cursed moan to rasp through her sneered lips. Astarion brought the glistening finger to his mouth and sucked the damning evidence off. Eyes closed to savor the taste of her. “If there is one thing I have dominion over, its desire.” He leaned over her; grip yanked her head back. “I know what makes you tick, precious thing.” The fingers of his free hand found her jaw and dug into her skin. “Your body betrays you, darling.” The mocked snarl of her pet name did not go unnoticed by Tav. He slanted his lips over hers, tongue shoved against the seam of her lips. Tav tried to snap her teeth at the intrusion; wanting to bite. Astarion’s lips curled, his forehead pressed against hers, furious with her continued rebellion. With a growl, Astarion ripped himself away. The fingers digging into her jaw tightened painfully, forcing her to open her mouth fully. Ethereal features contorted with his snarl. He leaned back, eyes ablaze and spat into her mouth. The palm of his hand quickly sealed over her lips. Her head secured by the fingers ripping at her hair, the hand muzzling her. “Swallow.”

(Haarlep/Tav)

“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. Aged stone was polished and intricately detailed; lavish. The sound of trickling, like a small fountain, played in the room. The hint of added humidity made the struggle of breath less taxing. The decrepit crypt air was replaced with the layered aroma of luxurious oils and fresh linen – a hidden trace of sex and incense. Her fiend’s eyes snapped to the small squeak that resonated 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 soft embrace of a voice whispered in her mind. Tav flopped backwards, head tilted back as her delayed reflexes tried to track its 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 brush of silk and velvet against her skin with each tiny movement. The toxins lulling her into a simmering druggy state of euphoria. 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, Eyes flicking from the fiend to Tav. Then her spine snapped straight, the pretty hue of her skin turning pale. “M-master R-Raphael will be – “ The stuttered words stopped, eyes wide, hands taking in the weight of the coins. The girl’s jump from one extreme to the other hurt Tav’s head – but she recognized the pensive look. Understood, even with her venom induced fog, the value of coin in the heavy sack. “Raphael is in meetings all day.” Her fiend snapped. “Our deal remains unchanged. Half to your mistress. No disturbances. Not a word.”