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// Oh btw, Haarlep would absolutely fuck Malcanthet in the most unholy of ways, and despite Meph being his Archdevil contract, he doesn't actually worship Meph. As a rebellious little fiend, and someone who was forced to be contracted to Raphael (a lawful evil devil of the Nine Hells), Haarlep took great pleasure in being the 'enemy' (as the Hells and the Abyss are at an eternal war with one another), and absolutely pisses off Raphael when he speaks of Malcanthet--the Succubus Queen. (:

Anything to annoy his little duke, because Haarlep takes great pleasure in annoying Raphael.

I'm sure Raphael, after a time, FORBID that name anywhere near him and would be sure to lock Haarlep in the boudoir with no bed partners for a month if he continued.

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Lilith statue in Malbork Castle, Poland

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drawing raphael until larian lets me romance him

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you'll cry tears from your pretty eyes and your soaking cunt when i'm done fucking you silly

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stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.

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“My love”

“My darling”

“My good girl”

“My princess”

“My baby

“My pretty bunny

“My beloved”

“My pretty girl”

“My dearest”

“My beautiful doll”

“My sweetheart”

“My babygirl”

“My gorgeous angel”

“My everything”

“My world”

“My wife”

“My pretty puppy

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"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."

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Like fire, hell fire...

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// Raphael is indifferent if people call him 'Raph' behind his back or informally (though he GREATLY prefers being called RAPHAEL as it's his actual name). But he is aware of people like Mol calling him "Raph" as she's... Mol... (and he sees her as an uneducated urchin of a child). Anyone who calls him Raph is basically an uneducated buffoon in his eyes, though he will not correct it unless he's making a solid point of displeasure towards someone, he can overlook it (begrudgingly).

But by the gods, if you call him RAFFY...

He will want to kill you.

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What's my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?

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Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours.

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I fucking love sextapes and livestreams and watching my friends fuck so much. Fuck yeah set me up in that cuck chair and let me watch you fuck nasty for hours! Actual cucking though interestingly I have negative interest in. Let me watch you fuck yours but don't you dare touch mine

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// Haarlep is disappointed there's a lack of Gort's to harass.

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it’s not manipulation if you're begging for it, my darling doll

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"Your tomb"

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Stockings? Oh yes, definitely stockings. Those thighs were so lean and fit, all muscle and little fat to them. Haarlep did enjoy the glamour, even if it had bothered him at times. All for Raphael, of course. All because the devil loved the sight of himself so much. Raphael truly was missing out on some exceptional bodies, including his very own...

Haarlep positioned himself on the bed beside his lover, clutching the catalogue in his hands as if it were some prized possession of theirs. Haarlep loved playing dress up!

"Well for one, the brothel you visit so often, which is rather sad since it's patrons are wasted... I could truly be a spark of influence there, my dear. I could prance around and dance in front of them. Or perhaps I could tease your little mice, wouldn't that be fun?" His eyes narrowed as he grinned, walking his fingers up Raphael's chest. "Or perhaps a certain Archdevil would summon me, and I could show them just how pretty his son is, tied up in lace and string."

Flicking the Infernal Calatogue, Haarlep's claws pointed to a particularly revealing dress. "How about this one, darling? It would compliment my (your) thighs."

“Naturally. Silk, stockings, skirts, every type of garment would worship these thighs.”

His tail snakes around his ankle in a possessive caress.

“But do tell--” the syllables lock like steel “where did you dream of flaunting that, my pet?”

An unseen, invisible leash snaps tight.