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@bloodxpurity
devilsbled:
“You underestimate the pleasures of reliability, old friend.” A bite fixes itself firm on the hunter’s bottom lip. “Do you never think of the joy of knowing you can rely upon me to make your skin crawl with bliss?”
“I think I rely on you plenty.” The makings of a growl echoed dark and heavy from his chest, fingers in flaxen hair preventing escape. “I do, trust me. If only you weren’t so busy being under me to keep those promises.”
devilsbled:
“Your paperwork.” Tugging that Aramis answers by bending low enough to purr in the other man’s ear. “What does it take for little old me to get you to do as you are told?”
A gloved hand pressed upon the cambion’s neck, guiding him into a kiss. A lazy smirk pressed against the soft shape of his mouth. “I never do what I’m told -- otherwise, where would all the fun be?”
devilsbled:
“And I’m very sure you would love for me to take care of your responsibilities for you. Nice try, but as always, rather lacking in finesse. Or subtltety…” The dramatics of his sighing are very, very intentional.
“Not all of my responsibilities... Just the paperwork.” Fingers played with the silken tie overhead. Clasping, tugging. “Come on, what does it take for this old man to get a break?”
devilsbled:
“All the same, I would think a little embellishment or literary flair would not be beyond even you...” Though he struggles to even pretend at surprise. “I suppose I am always in a position to be proved wrong.”
“You’re more than welcome to write the report for me,” His body leaned back in the creaking seat, gaze set upwards towards Aramis. “I’m sure that nosy association would love your flowery talk.”
WHAT IS YOUR ROLE IN A FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC
THE HERMIT WHO HELPS
at first, you were a resource for the established characters to turn to, but you quickly began to steal the show due to your personality, your usefulness, or your inherently interesting perspective on life. you were pretty much already able to provide for yourself, but the next thing you know, these people are growing on you. instead of asking favors, it becomes an invitation to socialize. you find yourself sticking around for no apparent reason other than you like it here. the people are fun to watch, if nothing else, but ultimately they're just--oh no. oh no, you care about them. you always thought you stayed away from this "relationship" stuff for a reason. it gets messy and isn't worth it unless it really works. for some reason, this group really works. these weirdos are now your weirdos, and if anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay. you were basically already looking after them before this, after all. welcome to the family, hermit.
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devilsbled:
“…That’s it?” His more eloquent companion evidently takes issue with that.
“...Yeah,” The pen was laid flat against the table. “Sometimes it’s lackluster, you know? You just stab them, and then they die. Makes me look a little less heroic, doesn’t it.”
“...And then he died.” No, writing reports was not his expertise.
devilsbled:
“Good. Keeping you in line is hungry work–just as well that I reap some reward for the effort…” And so swiftly does such reward finally come as he finds himself weightless between the wood pressing into his back and the hard cut of muscle that fits firm against the frame of him. Broad hands, bold teeth–the seer all but gasps for their company as hands twist hard in the dusky curl of the other man’s hair.
“Use your imagination, why don’t you?” A kiss presses hard and hungry to the shape of the other man’s mouth, teeth answering with a scathing pinch of their own as his a heel digs in the small of the hunter’s back.
“Ha, you run me wild more than you keep me tame. And where’s my reward for quelling your hunger...” A snarl, too beastly for a man once holy. The grasp was tight, punishing in how it sunk into soft, malleable flesh. Tellings of bruises, made in the shape of his fingers and palm, would speak their story in the morning after.
“Why?” The hold to his jaw returned, keeping him still while the Hunter devoured him. Stole his breath and bruised his lip. Replying to each pinch and tease with the cruelty of his bites and pulls until they tasted crimson between them. “You like telling me what you want. Why stop now?”
devilsbled:
“You’ll grow soft if someone doesn’t keep that enormous ego of yours in check…” Or not. Though Aramis’ business is always to tease the possibility, stoke the fire, light the match under Helsing’s traditionally limited patience–and the smokey warmth of the man’s voice against his ear all but affirms his efforts as a success.
“Hm…compelling argument.” A slender thigh hooks firm over the man’s hip. “Where do you propose we begin?”
“And you’re doing such a wonderful job of it.” A scoff, fingers gliding over the slender curve of that thigh. Grasping, lifting as he guided the other leg to do just the same. Kept aloft with his back pressed against the wood and the weight of the Hunter bearing down against his front. Teeth teased and worried the fluttering traces of the other’s pulse, following the trail the gentle curve of his jawline, then to the softness of his lips.
“Wherever you want, Princess.” He murmured between a kiss -- too light. Not near enough to soothe either. “Unless you’ve grown out of being picky.”
devilsbled:
“Maybe you’re just getting soft in your old age.” Heat colours the seer’s face, hot, jubilant blush cresting over his high cheekbones as he is shuffled and convinced into the wood towering at his back. His smirk widens and fades as quickly as those hands steel around the sloping white of his throat. There is a challenge flashing moon-bright in the devil’s eyes. “Not unless you’re willing to say please and thank you. Like a good boy.”
“I think you know better than anyone else that I’m not that soft.” The makings of a growl rumbled from his chest, singing sweetly in the devil’s ear. Unoccupied fingers smoothed their way along the bend of an arm, touching upon the still burning cigarette held loose within the other’s grasp. “Please, Aramis.” His name hissed between bared teeth, hand closed around the tobacco. Crushing it, smothering the embers with nary a flinch. “Let me comfort you.”
p-a-t-h-o-s:
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Oh yeah. That’s the guy - the absolute giant. The brute. The most grunt-ish looking NPC-bad-guy sort that he has had his eye on for a while. Tall dark and mysterious. What most would call handsome, he thinks. Or so sleazy romance would have anyone believe.
“Hey.” And up close, the man is much more intimidating than from afar. Mano’s nose crinkles from the smell of decade-long smoking. “Yeah. You. I’ve had my sights on you, you know. You better be taking care of Aramis – I don’t want to have any problems.” Fuck it - what can he do? He’s already fought God with a box-cutter.
Mano adds the gesture of watching him with his fingers for added effect.
What the fuck.
And here he was thinking that Aramis was small. This guy was a pipsqueak. It wasn’t enough to just cast his gaze downward, but his chin also dipped a good amount. And the way he huffed up, trying to make himself more intimidating than he really was. Hey, someone grab their puppy.
“Uh-huh.” Then, it suddenly clicked. Ah, this was the kid that’s been hanging around Aramis, huh. He’s only seen him in passing glances, during convenient moments where he didn’t have long to stay. A smirk curled his lips, arms crossed over his chest. He grabs the two fingers in one hand. “Oh, don’t you worry kiddo, I’m taking very good care of him.”
devilsbled:
“It’s your own fault if you let yourself get walked all over, Helsing.” A purr seething in the devil’s throat. “I begin to think you enjoy it, generous soul that you are.”
“Maybe I’ve been a little too generous,” A pull then a push, the his grasp firm and commandeering as the devil was led to take a step back. And then another. Until his back pressed against the cold wood of the wall, fingers having moved from his jaw to so lovingly curl around an open throat. “What do you say? Shall I take some debts?”
devilsbled:
“The polite thing to do, no? Don’t tell me politeness is lost on you now, too…”
“Hmm, wise words coming from someone who don’t adhere by them.” Fingers clasped around the fine jawline. “Don’t you just take what you want from me, too?”
devilsbled:
“…Want one?”
“You gotta ask?”
devilsbled:
Have you ever known me to be patient and mild when it comes to my requests? Offer me nothing at all if you won’t offer me your best. I certainly do expect to be bedridden at least a day.
Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely high-maintenance? You look so mild and mannered until you’re in my lap, writhing for attention... Why don’t we make it a week instead.
devilsbled:
All the better–I’d sooner not crawl back to an empty bed to warm it myself anyway. You’d better do your best to make our time worthwhile, then.
Tsk -- the princess is pretty demanding this time. Don’t complain to me if you can’t get up tomorrow. Tell your cultists they’re gonna have to take the day off.
devilsbled:
Well, you can’t be opposed to having your lap warmed for a few minutes then while I politely insist you lavish a couple more on me, can you?
As if you were going to wait for my permission. Only a few minutes? Sorry, darlin’, but if you’re gonna cozy up then you’re staying here all night.