#dvilsdesire

[natureswarden]

“I will tickle you internally.” (I am sorry, but also Ghost is playing right now and I thought this was hilarious)

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The scent of sulphur assaulted his nostrils several beats before the druid caught sight of the devil, before he uttered his...interesting proposal. Or perhaps demand, considering the speaker. An unkempt brow raised, he turned his full attention from the work before him to his unexpected guest.

" In all my long life, devils have never taken an interest in the likes of me, " he began, removing his pipe from between his teeth. He folded his free arm over his chest. " And now I must wonder why one would do so now. While I can only guess what exactly 'tickling me internally' entails, I am certain you can sate what I assume is lust just about anywhere else. "

[bloodtwin]

"Absolutely nothing wrong with burying your nose in someone's delightfully sweaty pits, darling." Who was Haarlep to judge when he had a scent kink, too?

         ❝  See,  I  knew  you  would  understand  me.  ❞

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[withered-scribe]

"You would make for an interesting... companion," teased the incubus (ofc Haarlep is being a bother, sorry Withers!!!)

The scribe narrowed his eyes at Haarlep, neither enjoying the devil's presence or this line of thought.

"Why art thou here, tempter of flesh? Is this thy master's bidding?"

[fiendishfinesse]

Haarlep slipped his hands over Raphael's shoulders whilst his master worked on the latest writings of a contract. He pressed his lips to Raphael's neck, his nose in his hair, until he bit down onto his shoulder and sat there, unwavering with his teeth clenched down.

The quill set down, the ink temporarily forgotten. Standing idle for too long, with no distraction in sight, caused his pet to grow increasingly. . . Restless. Needy. The devil sighs.

“Someone is desperate for attention today, gnawing on me like a feral little pup. Have I neglected my shadow?”

With a shove of his boots against the floor, he slid the chair back, creating just enough space to seize the incubus by the waist; down over his lap, trapping him tight between his chest and the edge of the desk.

“You will sit here, and you will not move. You will bear my touch, feel my hardness against you, and be completely silent until I finish this paragraph.

Raphael pressed a kiss to the shell of Haarlep’s ear “Disrupt my handwriting, spoil my ink. . . and I will return you to the cage boudoir without a second thought. Do we have a deal?”

[sweetbitterbitten]

it is a strange occurrence, and from whence it sprung uncertain; only that now it is commonplace between the pair - that bedsport and unclaimed bride - have begun the practice of profiteering from mutual purchase…in one another’s arms.

not in any outward lechery, the likes of which are too often consumed by all else in these labyrinthian halls. but of companionable cohabitation and noncontention.

to put plainly: they curl like litter mated kittens - kept in the crook of elbows or tucked tightly by tail end.

it is rest alone, resplendent and rancor inducing to which the master of the house finds them one night. estella heavy in yards of stiff satin, crinkling crisp as immortal autumn leaves - and haarlep, a bolster - broad at her back.

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[chaoticbard]

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"I hardly think you can blame me and my disposition toward you, given all devils do to mortals..."

[sanguinisa]

@dvilsdesire gets a surprise ;;

The woman sitting in the House of Hope had once been one of the most dangerous people in Baldur's Gate. Less than a year ago, she lorded over the Bhaalists with an iron fist, murderous and ruthless. She remembered none of it -- nothing but her name and how to kill a man in a hundred different ways.

The book in her hands was made for children, words only four letters long, and yet she glared at it like it had offended her personally. Nan was stuck sounding out the words, stumbling over each letter, a newborn faun taking its first clumsy steps on uneven ground. "S.....Ssss...seh-s-see....see....J....Ja...J-Jack...."

"This is fucking stupid." No more of it. She snarled and chucked the book at a wall, narrowly missing her instructor's head. "What's the fucking point? I'm not a delicate fucking lady, I don't need to learn this shit." Her hands flexed of their own accord, hungry for blood, desperate to do something other than turn the pages of a children's primer.

[relentlessgrief]

"Darling, what if I told you, that I wish for you to wear a harness with a big, leather strap... Would you take me to pound town?" (I regret nothing)

"...I don't think any harness is well suited to a body of bones."

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