#drunk devil

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Part 2 - Hope in hell

Words: 1258

Warnings: drunkenness, drunk confessions

Summary: It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's...."Is he...drunk?", you asked....

You swiftly positioned the objects on the hastily sketched summoning circle, your drowsy eyes still longing for sleep. It was the dead of night, and you had been immersed in blissful dreams before they were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a certain incubus. Usually I'd tease you just for my amusement but you need to come to House of Hope. Now. It's about the master. Hurry up little mouse. Haarlep's words echoed relentlessly in your thoughts. He lacked his usual playfulness which worried you. What was happening with Raphael and why in the nine hells would the incubus reach out to you for help? Placing the final object onto the circle, you stepped into the radiant glow that materialised before you.

You ran through the corridors of the House of Hope, rushing towards the boudoir, the only room where the incubus always lingered. Just as you passed around the last corner, you witnessed a bottle flying out of the doorway of the boudoir, crashing onto the ground and shattering into countless pieces, accompanied by an angry, slurred, yet familiar, voice. Cautiously you entered the room and gasped at the scene unfolding before you. Haarlep was casually leaning against the wall, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. Further inside, Raphael was seated on the floor, dressed in only a pair of thin black pants, his back resting against a nearby pillar next to a small pool. His hair was dishevelled, his fiery orange eyes clouded, and his hand moved erratically through the air as he mumbled something unintelligible to you.

"What happened?", you looked at Haarlep who was still smirking.

"Well I think it would better if my esteemed master tells you everything himself, little mouse", he chuckled, proceeding towards the devil with you following close behind..

The moment Raphael laid eyes on you, his hazy expression turned into one of shock. He attempted to get up, but his hands slipped clumsily from the pillars he was using as support. His tall cambion body then slumped back onto the ground, and a pained groan escaped his lips.

"How issit possible you can look like 'er?!", the devil slurred loudly, "'s'only...it's...you contemptuous creature!", he snarled, struggling to lift himself from the ground once again, "h-how did you? You have slept with her! My li-little pr-precious mouse!"

Haarlep chuckled at Raphael's second attempt to stand up, then lifted his master's stumbling form onto his shoulders and began walking towards the back of the room. It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's....

"Is he...drunk?", you asked the incubus, prompting a hearty laugh from him.

"Well of course, little mouse", Haarlep responded with a hint of amusement, "I added a little something to his drinks tonight so, for once in his miserable life, he'd be rather unrestrained and truthful instead of his usual insufferable self."

"But why?", you exclaimed, the question bursting out of you, "and why summon me here?"

Raphael's eyes snapped up at the sound of your voice. He raised his head and his hand gently cupped your cheek. 

"You look and sound so so so real", he slurred, his words interrupted by a hiccup, "I wish she was here, I-I mmmiss her."

Raphael's hand slipped away from your face as Haarlep continued walking. He tossed the devil onto the bed and turned to face you, gripping your chin and tilting your face upward.

"We used to delve into the depths of carnal pleasure, admittedly only onesided pleasure but still...and then you came along and he won't shut up about you. I can't fathom how you managed to capture the attention and affection of this self-centered devil, but here we are. Now, my dear, seize this opportunity while I go and find genuine pleasure elsewhere", he tapped your head gently, "oh and by the way, you're welcome."

The incubus gave you a sly wink before disappearing into thin air, leaving you alone, in hell, with an utterly shitfaced Raphael.

You felt a clawed hand tug at you and when you turned around you saw Raphael sitting up on the bed, his expression carried an unusual gentleness that caught you off guard. In a gasp, you found yourself being pulled closer to him, your bodies pressed together as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed, with your delicate form resting on top of his. Your heart raced, threatening to burst out of your chest and you almost released a soft moan at the sensation of his warm, exposed skin against yours, coupled with the intoxicating aroma of cherries, sulfure, and an indescribably sweet scent that was unfamiliar to you, which, you concluded, must have been the result of whatever Haarlep had given him to drink. The devil wrapped his wings around you and tilted your head, forcing you to look at him, his lips parted to say something but you spoke before he could even utter a word.

"I'm not Haarlep."

Raphael chuckled and you felt blush spreading across your cheeks as his warm sweet breath fanned across your skin.

"I know, little mouse."

His hand found its way to your head, his fingers tenderly curling around the back of your neck as he leaned in closer. His lips collided with yours in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into the embrace. His tongue pushed past your lips, deepening the kiss as the hot taste of sickly sweet liquor filled your mouth. You were the one to break the kiss first, gasping for air and desperately trying to ignore the pleasure pulsating between your thighs.

"You know", Raphael whispered, making a conscious effort to sound as sober as possible, "I've ground rather fond of you, in my own way."

You cupped his cheek, unable to pull your gaze away from his the orange flames dancing in his eyes, grinning slightly as he furrowed his brows, a failing attempt to concentrate in his drunken state.

"I l-l-looove you", he slurred in a half moan, eye closing at the gentleness of your touch, his head falling back, "stay with me."

"If I've learning anything from our encounters", you spoke softly, " then that you'll hate me and yourself tomorrow morning when you realise what happened."

A sudden wave of melancholy swept over your thoughts. You found yourself uncertain about how to handle this very strange and particular situation. From the moment you laid eyes on the charismatic devil from the first moment he appeared, even though you were aware that his charm and polite demeanour were merely tools to deceive you into a pact. And yet here you were, lying on top of said devil, his dishevelled appearance and drunken state revealing a vulnerable side as he clumsily professed his love to you, unfiltered and genuine words of truth finally finding their way into your heart. His arms enveloped you tightly in a warm embrace.

"Stay here, little mouse", he murmured softly as his breathing slowed and a gentle snore escaped his lips.

You couldn't help but smile as you rested your head upon his chest. Thoughts of what the morning would bring, when Raphael would awaken sober and potentially irritable to find you sleeping on him, briefly crossed your mind. However, you decided to leave that worry for another day. In this moment, all you wanted was to revel in the happiness and solace that your devil provided. With a contented sigh, your eyes grew heavy, and you peacefully drifted off into a tranquil slumber.

Notes:

I'm tempted to do a second part and play with the thought of how a sober Raphael would probably react to this and what will become of Haarlep...if Haarlep ever comes back^^

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I will settle for motion sick Matt Murdock if I have to.

But we deserve to see more consequences of Matt’s alcohol consumption.

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Part 1 - Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Words: 2138

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: The dreaded morning after ;)

Raphael let out a groan, his head pounding like a piece of metal relentlessly being hammered into shape by the most skilled dwarven blacksmiths, the constant painful throbbing clouding his memories, making it difficult to piece together the events of last night, despising how he felt like a common mortal after a night's out. He attempted to sit up but froze as he felt something soft resting on his chest, accompanied by a comforting warmth. Taking a deep breath, he glanced down and let out a sigh, his heart suddenly feeling heavy. Haarlep must have slept with you, assumed your form and then... his eyes shot wide open and he muttered a curse under his breath as fragments of the previous night's memories flickered through his mind.

That damned incubus got him drunk and then you showed up and... His hands delicately traced the contours of your slumbering figure. It was truly you, his beloved little mouse, curled up against his chest. His heart raced, a twinge of pain accompanying the rapid beats, as he pondered how to proceed. What clever remark would he throw at you once you woke up? Would he even need one? Would you recoil and attempt to flee from the sight of the devil beneath you? He didn't get enough time to find an answer to all his questions as you slowly stirred awake, your eyes were still closed as you lazily stretched and your hips accidentally brushed against his growing arousal.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest, causing you to quickly raise your head and look at him, eyes wide with surprise. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, swirling in chaotic circles, expecting to be scolded, pushed away, or even punished. But to your astonishment, nothing happened. You still remained lying there, on top of him, silently gazing into each other's eyes, both afraid that any spoken word might shatter the peaceful and loving moment you were sharing. But the silence grew heavy and a sense of unease slowly crawled up your spine, threatening to consume both your thoughts and body. It was unusual to witness Raphael in such a state of quietude, after all that happened, it didn't sit right with you that he was so calm, devoid of any movement or speech. It almost seemed as if Haarlep had managed to shatter him completely, that one evening of unfiltered truth had stripped away every trace of his self-centered arrogance, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before you. You were the first to ever glimpse at the raw essence of Raphael's entire being and, despite your constant cat and mouse game, you felt no desire to exploit it; on the contrary, you cherished this side of him, the devil laid bare, and at this very moment, you yearned to love him more than ever.

"About last night-"

"I feel the same!", you interjected, cutting off Raphael mid-sentence, "but if you..."

Any further words you were about to utter were engulfed by a provocative moan as you sensed his growing arousal pressed firmly against your hips the moment you attempted to readjust your position. Raphael's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth hanging open, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washed over him.

"To hell with this, I want you!", the words escaped your lips almost simultaneously, filled with an urgent longing.

Raphael snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both yours and his clothes disappeared. He pulled you towards him so swiftly that you had to clutch onto his horns to prevent yourself from toppling over. As his mouth met your dripping folds, you couldn't help but whimper. It was at this moment that you realised how much of the Raphael you came to know was still present. The damned devil teased you with the anticipation of his hot tongue caressing your arousal but you simply wouldn't have it, not now. You lowered your hips, grinding gently against his face, yearning for any kind of friction. His claws dug into the tender flesh of your thighs, firmly keeping you in place.

"My little mouse", the devil chuckled, "so eager to be eaten."

With a tantalising slowness, he dragged his tongue through the delicate contours of your folds, briefly encircling your clit before sucking on it with an insatiable hunger. The air was filled with the intoxicating symphony of your sinful moans and your grip around his horns instinctively tightened. This was a desire that had consumed your thoughts for countless nights, the fantasy of being pleasured by your very own devil. And now, as it finally became a reality, you couldn't hold anything back. The intensity of your climax approached rapidly and just as you were about to reach its peak, his licks ceased. Frustration welled up within you, ready to protest, but then he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing clit while simultaneously thrust two of his large fingers deep inside you. The rhythmic pumping intensified, driving you towards the edge once more. Within mere moments, your inner walls clenched around his fingers and you experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, screaming his name in ecstasy.

With an unexpected tenderness, he released his grip on your hips and gently cradled you in his arms, carefully laying you down on the bed beside him. His face turned towards you, his eyes filled with love as he gazed upon your blissful expression. As soon your eyes met his, he understood that there would be no turning back anymore, he was in love with this fragile mortal and he would curse himself to an eternity of anguish if he'd deny himself the bliss of your love. The hells and all its devils be damned, he would see that you'd remain at his side for as long as you'd live.

"You now know about my best kept secret", he whispered, as if afraid that any disruption would shatter the fragile balance, "and rest assured my feelings for you will not easily waver. However this is hell and I'm not just any devil but the son of Mephistopheles, I, I can't", he faltered, uncertain of how to proceed as it felt wrong, for the first time in his existence, to utter those words.

"You can't show weakness to others, you can't show your love to me", you offered, the pain your voice obvious.

You turned your eyes away, unable to bear the increasing sorrow, but his hands swiftly moved to cradle your face, redirecting your focus back to him.

"If you're willing to stay by my side despite the laws of the nine hells working against us, I will vow my love to you within my House of Hope for as often as you desire it and I promise you that beyond these walls, I will always treat you with utmost respect and defend your honour, for you will be the lady of this house", he paused briefly, attempting to discern your reaction before continuing, "if you'd be willing."

His words left you in astonishment as you blinked. Did he truly express his desire to commit to you, vowing to cherish and safeguard you? It was a proposal you should have considered longer before answering, yet your body instinctively reacted before your mind could fully comprehend the situation. You crawled towards him, pushing him down on his back as you straddled him, gently, to not hurt his wings before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a fervent embrace. Raphael moaned your name as he felt you positioning his hardening member at your entrance, sinking down on him just enough for the tip to enter. His hands found your hips, holding you in place momentarily as he broke the kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"We're not done until we both had our fair share of pleasure", you breathed as you sank down on him, swallowing a moan, "besides shouldn't the lady of the house keep her man satisfied?"

Raphael's smile widened as he guided your motions, starting off slowly and then picking up speed. Feral growls escaped his lips as he he could feel himself approaching the peak of his own pleasure fast. He had been intimate with many throughout the decades, including Haarlep, a being existing ultimately to provide pleasure, but there was something special about you. The closeness, the shared emotions, the intimacy - all of his previous encounters paled in comparison to the connection he felt with you in this very moment. But you felt just as good, riding a devil, having his cock buried deep down inside you, filling you up perfectly while hitting that sweet spot over and over again, transforming this sinful act into something heavenly. The feeling of pure bliss cursed through your whole body as you moved your hips in a perfect rhythm, the heated embrace of desire and lust unleashed as both of toppled over the edge. In this moment of tenderness and passion, it was clear that your connection went beyond physical pleasure. It was a union of souls, an experience that transcended mere satisfaction. 

"Raphael", you moaned loudly as your walls clenched around his cock, feeling it twitched as his seed spilled inside you.

Both of you panted heavily, a contented smile playing at the edges of your lips as the devil sat up, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

"I love you", he whispered tenderly, chuckling as you hummed your consent, too spent to utter a word.

"Oh my, what a perfectly delicious sight", a familiar voice chuckled, drawing nearer.

Your eyes snapped open and you blinked in disbelief as you spotted Astarion standing in the boudoir, bearing a smug grin as he observed the two of you with obvious amusement.

"Astarion?!", you shrieked, scrambling off Raphael, hastily covering your exposed form with the silk blanket to hide both your nakedness and your embarrassment from your companion. The vampire merely chuckled, his gaze shifting between you and the devil.

"Guess again, little mouse", the pale elf playfully teased, giving you a sly wink, his crimson eyes glowing up for just a second, "it seems my plan worked rather well."

Before you had a chance to fully comprehend who was standing before you, Raphael, still unclothed, swiftly leapt out of bed and lunged towards the elf. His fingers clenched tightly around Haarlep's throat, exerting a dangerous pressure. You wanted to scream, to implore Raphael to stop, but Haarlep calmly transformed into his master's form, causing Raphael to immediately release his grip on the incubus' throat.

"You wretched creature!", Raphael spat, "you poisoned me! Do NOT forget your place in this house, slave!"

Instinctively, you retreated further onto the bed, clutching the blanket tightly as sudden fear surged through you. You had witnessed many facets of Raphael's personality, but this seething rage terrified you beyond measure, especially coming from the same being who had cradled you tenderly just moments before but a part of you also understood his anger.

"You misunderstood, my dear master, my intent was never to poison you. I simply intended to", the incubus gestured towards you, "enhance your chances with your favourite misadventurer, all in your best interest I assure you."

Raphael was fuming, wishing he could obliterate Haarlep into countless fragments. However, he recognised that he couldn't afford to destroy such a gift from his father, at least not yet, and deep down Raphael knew that the incubus was right, without his involvement, last night and this morning wouldn't have unfolded so magnificently. Haarlep, of course, fully grasped the advantage he currently held over his master and decided to push his luck even further, knowing that such a perfect opportunity would not present itself again in the near future.

"If you'll excuse me", he hummed while transforming back to Astarion's form, "I have to get back to my new, rather passionate, lover. It's quite nice to be in the receiving end for once."

He gave you a sly wink and blew a quick kiss your way before disappearing once again, leaving you alone with the annoyed devil.

Rising to your feet, you cautiously approached Raphael, still wrapped in the warmth of a blanket. Your fingertips lightly traced along the edges of his magnificent wings as you circled around him.

"Why not free the incubus from his duties?", you suggested, tugging at his hand and bringing it up to your lips, planting kisses along the inside of his arm, "no more Haarlep means no father watching your every move."

Raphael chuckled, pulling you close and lifting you effortlessly in one swift motion.

"Well, well, my little mouse," he whispered, planting a sweet peck on your lips, "not only are you full of delightful surprises, but it also seems that I couldn't have asked for a more perfect lady of my House of Hope."

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