#atreion

[dvilsdesire]

Haarlep has probably received gifts in abundance, all kinds of sweets and wine and scandalous accessories. From Atreion, left sitting on his bed with a silly sewn smile... is a teddy bear. A demon one, with red fur, little horns and everything.

The teddy bear is holding a tiny, knitted dildo. There's a note stuck to the shaft.

Hi! I'm Haarlep Junior! Will you be my naughty friend?

Valentines Day || accepting

What a cute little friend! Sitting there all happy on his usual room of the brothel. Soulless, lifeless... but soft and snuggly, and hand stitched, with little gem eyes and the cutest cock in its hands.

He plucked the note from the little demon and laughed to himself before he crawled up on the bed and tucked it against his chest. Now... how to break it in, of course.

"Be our naughty friend, I will, little Haarlep."

This little plush was going to get fucked.

[kaaras-adaar-a]

@dalishflame​ said:  "So... You and Mahanon."

The nervous twitch of a lip may have given the Inquisitor’s position away, form stiffening the moment it was mentioned, and the hint of a blush all too quick to cover sharp cheeks.

“What of it...?” 

[kaaras-adaar]

Manhandling starters || no longer accepting 

@dalishflame​ said:  ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)

A grunt left the Inquisitor as Atreion’s hand pressed firmly to his chest, preventing him from moving further up off the cot. It was unusual to see the elf here, but he must have been in worse condition than he thought.

“I’m fine,” he muttered with a sharp breath. Clearly, he was not. A stubborn man at his core, no doubt. He was not sure what to expect from the fiery haired elf, though. Would Atreion scold him for putting himself in harms way? He never seemed the sort to care that Kaaras was in a position of power above him. Or maybe Kaaras had read him wrong, after all, they didn’t know each other exceptionally well yet. 

[dvilsdesire]

"Haarlep you little shit, where the fuck is my bottle of Elsmetar Red? You know I was saving that!"

Random asks || always accepting

Haarlep was sitting back against the lush lounge, his tail swaying near his legs, the heels he was wearing clicking together when he crossed a knee over the other.

Beside him, on the table, there was a bottle of wine, and two glasses. The cork had been popped, and the two glasses were half way full, a rather good portion being offered for such a rich and delicate drink.

"Well, I thought we could celebrate," he grinned, gesturing his hand to the table, the jewels he was wearing jingling as he moved. "Your last client had some very positive things to say about you. In fact, they were so breathless and languid, they hardly made it down the stairs. I had to help them."

[dvilsdesire]

✌️

Send “✌️” for two words my muse would describe yours as.

"Eternal tease."

[dvilsdesire]

"Haarlep, I know you're there. If you're going to come in, then so so. Don't loiter on the threshold." (Hi ❤️)

Random asks || always accepting

A lowly chuckle rumbled from the incubus' throat, tail swaying from side to side behind long, red legs. Well, apparently the elf was rather good at sniffing him out, or perhaps Haarlep's intentions had never been to actually stay hidden. A creature such as them, why should they?

Long, black claws trailed down the wood of the door, dragging, the sound of them echoing in the room as Haarlep pressed the door open and stepped inside.

"Perhaps I was simply enjoying being a voyeur," he whispered sweetly. "As much as I love a good performance, there is something so delightful about all guards being down. And you, my dear, do have such high walls. A fortress that surrounds you."

[dvilsdesire]

"Who the fuck starts a conversation like that? I just sat down!"

Random asks || always accepting

"Me. Obviously, dear. And you didn't answer my question."

[dvilsdesire]

{ WOW 😍 } - Atreion floating around the Caress in a completely sheer gown of gold, green and ivory.

💞💘🌸 VALENTINE'S DAY PROMPTS

They were pretty, there was no doubt about it. And confident. Perhaps that was the best thing of all, to watch as Atreion wore the gown with such confidence that they could have had the entirety of whatever gold was kept within the pockets of every patron within Baldur's Gate.

The incubus hated it. Hated that he wanted to tear it off the elf with his teeth and claws. For something that Haarlep could not have, the creature only wanted more.

This little game of cat and mouse would have to come to an end soon, though. The sweeter it would taste, as his lips would finally consume Atreion's.

Haarlep tilted his head as Atreion approached, sitting back in a comfortable chair that was padded with velvet. There was a glass of wine beside him, and he picked it up between his claws, taking a sip after swirling it, like the many times he had seen Raphael before he tasted whatever age it was.

"My dear, you turn heads as much as drunkards drink," he smiled. "Your date will dine on you splendidly, though not before they enjoy removing such pretty garments, I'd imagine."