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Hi everyone! Personals I’m really glad you like my drabbles but please don’t reblog things that are tagged for others. If they’re untagged, I don’t mind.

Please, please, please don’t reblog them. Only like them.

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Small thing! I just wanted to mention I have a list of starters I owe. I plan to get them out before Jan, if I can. Thank you so much for the patience. Any drafts I owe I’ll be trying to work on too. Asks are slow, I like to take my time with them.

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Merry Christmas and happy holidays to those that celebrate!

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Vox & Angel

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「🕸️It was already that time of year when even hell decided to have some sort of Christmas spirit. The days were transpiring rapidly, or so it felt, which meant preparation time for festivities and gifts was thinning. And there was someone important he wished to craft something for. In fact, this would be the first Christmas he celebrated with Vox. So, how exactly could he make it unique? He planned to make a few dozen cookies for the hotel as close to his grandmother's old recipe as possible, among some other things. The spider paced around the room with both sets of arms folded. Without consciously paying attention to his surroundings, he halted when he was on the ceiling.

Since this whole thing began between them, they never insinuated they were dating or anything of that nature outside of carnal desire. But even though they were often eager to strip the other's articles off, there were times they participated in different things. The problem was sneaking around made it difficult. Neither wanted to risk Valentino discovering their affair ( if it could even be referred to as such ). But in those moments he could settle down on Vox's lap and converse with him or simply listen as his fingers busily typed away, a strange feeling building in his chest. So, even if Vox didn't feel the same sensation, why couldn't he still bring him something? After all, sex was on the agenda so some normalcy of their routine would still be intact.

Fingers eagerly prepared the cookie dough, rolling it to perfection. An assortment of shapes were skillfully etched out of the batter that consisted of: spiders, televisions, moths ( to appease his boss ), and absentmindedly some hearts. Yet as he placed the hearts on the baking sheet, he wondered why he even made them in the first place. Was it because they were cute? Maybe he should have paid more attention and considered some cliche shit such as trees, reindeer, or even snowmen. Fingers tap against the counter, thoughtfully. He could stick them in both Vox's and Val's individual baggies. It was just a shape, right? Why did it have to mean anything? Besides, it was just a cookie that would be glanced at for a moment before being eaten anyway. Before his mind started fucking with him, he threw the entire batch in the oven and that was that.

In the meantime, he worked on his accessories. He hummed as he pulled the string of the bracelet through various different charms. The little TVs were adorable. Their blue complimented the pink spiders wonderfully. When it was finished, he put it on his arm and held it up to see the little charms. It was so cute! Would Vox think it was cute, too? Would he want one? Could he have one? Even though he knew he shouldn't, a second charm bracelet was made anyway. After the cookies cooled, he placed them in a baggie with the bracelet securely wrapped and hidden under the treats. The final part of the gift was bought days ago. Sure he could make his own but he couldn't help how much he adored the transparent red-laced lingerie he saw in one of the shop windows. Not to mention the cute panties that came with it. He couldn't wait for Vox to see those~

Angel went to see Vox a few days before Christmas. Aside from simply wanting to see him, he wanted to plan where they would meet on the holiday. Charlie would be throwing a party at the hotel. And he assumed Vox would be entertaining Val and Vel. However, there had to be a point where both could get away to meet. So he could have Vox all to himself for either the whole night or even a few hours? They had to be careful spending too much time together because eyes were everywhere. And if they were caught they'd have to hope saying this encounter was only sexual would save their asses.

When they were finally alone, he bent over a little to kiss Vox's screen where his cheek technically would be. However, Vox seemed busy. It was a bad time, but around it, he tried his best to plan with him. Vox handed him his card and told him to buy whatever he wanted with it and that he'd text him a time to meet on Christmas, before returning to some important call. Angel stared down at the plastic after leaving the office. He didn't want his money. He wanted him. But treated himself to some treats and booze to indulge in while he watched some stupid trash TV. Was this his gift? Buying whatever he wanted? With no thought put into it whatsoever? Did he mean that little to him? Was he just a sugar baby? With Val, he had learned to handle it since their relationship was in shambles. But he didn't want that with Vox.

When he finally saw a text with a time, he responded. It was late in the evening on the big day. He put on a smile and kissed the demon. He was still a bit sad, but knew how to put on an act. He offered up the first of his gifts but asked him not to open it yet. He wasn't sure how he would react to the bracelet and he was a bit nervous about it. But Vox insisted on opening it since it was from him. ❝ Alright mista' impatient. Yer lucky yer hot. ❞ He sat on the bed, hands fidgeting amongst themselves as he watched. Vox seemed to like the cookies. He should since they were mostly made with solely him in mind. Val was just to distract him from being suspicious. But the bracelet seemed to leave him speechless. Shit. Was that bad? Maybe the lingerie would make up for it. He started lifting himself from the bed when he noticed Vox actually put it on. ❝ Boxy? ❞

He loved it? He what? He did? Really?! A smile curled on his lips, and before he knew it, he immediately pulled the demon into an embrace. Even though Vox informed him he would have to be careful with it Angel didn't care. He was relieved he even liked it at all. And maybe it had improved his mood a little. It was only when Vox tapped his arm did he realized he had the demon's screen smushed against his chest fluff. Vox had no issue with it but wanted to properly thank Angel. But wait, his gift wasn't finished yet. He had the lingerie hidden under his clothes. He was about to strip until Vox took his hands. Angel tilted his head as he stared. Vox had something he wanted to show him? He was instructed to cover his eyes and not peek. He teased Vox a little saying he would look, but he never did. Not until Vox reached for his hands to lower them from his face. ❝I wonda' wha' it could be- ❞ He was cut off midsentence by a myriad of something so beautiful. he stood there in complete awe. ❝ Oh, boxy... ❞ They were standing in a wonderland of various different Christmas lights. Snowflake lights hung around the perimeter. There were multiple trees, decorated in fake snow and flashy lights that cycled through different colors. Even fake snow came from the ceiling and decorated the floor in a magnificent white. The lights were in different shapes and sizes: snowmen, snowflakes, elves, reindeer, and some hell variants of them. And others moved and danced about the area. Angel didn't even realize he was smiling as his feet moved on their own. He wandered around the place, taking in the scenery that Vox had clearly taken the time to create.

❝ Yuh really did this all fer me? ❞ He asked while looking at Vox. The answer was obvious yet hearing Vox say it out loud made his heart skip a beat. An unusual feeling since their encounters were mostly sexual. He kept the sensation to himself, unsure what to make of it. But this was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. And it had come from one of the Vees. Something he would never have expected. He walked back over to Vox, who even apologized, in his own way, for basically shooing him the other day but he was int the middle of making sure everything was going according to plan. ❝ I fuckin' love it. An' I think I got a lil' somethin' yer gonna love too, boxy~ I wasn't finished wit' yer gift yet. ❞ Shamelessly he stripped off what he was wearing to reveal the lingerie. ❝ Ya like it, baby? I can't wait 'till we're back in yer office, boxy. Fuck me right 'ere in the snow. ❞ 」

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Charlie & Angel

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「🕸️Uh uh. No fucking way was the princess working her ass off tonight. Besides, after seeing her horns once or twice it was clear the bitch was stressing the fuck out. Without asking, he swiftly took the papers from her hands and withheld them out of reach. He could see the exhaustion written all over her face and, maybe just maybe, he was a bit worried about her. He sighed. ❝ Here, hold this fer me Vagina. ❞ He handed a disgruntled Vaggie the sheets before bending over enough to get on the princess's level. ❝ Ya ain't workin' no more, toots. Uh uh, them puppy eyes ain't gonna work on me. Invented that shit. Wha', no I didn't...Listen, we're goin' out tonight. Wear somethin' sexy. No Vags can't come, no shit excuses. Ya need a lil' fun an' I 'no a thin' or two 'bout havin' a good time~ ❞ He held out a hand to Vaggie before she even could protest. Shesh, didn't he earn a bit of trust?

❝ Holy shit, lookin' hot bitch! ❞ The princess rocked the fuck out of that black attire. it was tight in all of the right places, giving compliments to her assets. She had nice legs ( while his were killer ). To compliment it he wore a red low-cut dress. Heel heels were a requirement for full hotness tonight. But he wasn't a monster, they had backup shoes. The club he took her to was bouncing! The music was popping off, emitting so loudly you could hear it, a bit muffled, outside. Drinks were being passed around left and right. Some were doing drugs but they'd be staying away from that. Even if he felt a bit tempted. There was a table in the middle that had been cleared for them. Angel ordered them a couple of drinks. ❝ Relax. Yers ain't alcoholic unless ya want one. I ain't tryin' push ya, but ya gotta loosen up a little. Yer overworkin' yerself. Trust me, I 'no. it ain't healthy. Ya do a lot 'f shit fer everyone. Puttin' us all first, but it ain't doin' no one any good if yer lookin' like ya could keel ova' any second. Guess wah' I'm tryin' say is I'm...uh...we're wor- ❞

The drinks being delivered wasn't the issue. It was the chumps that had spotted them and thought it was fine to touch their arms. ❝ Can't ya see we're havin' a conversation here, asshole? ❞ Charlie was clearly uncomfortable but was doing her whole goody two-shoes shit. She was polite and tried to talk about respecting boundaries, but this irritated him. He was used to people putting their hands on him whether consensually or not. It was part of the job, the image, the status, whatever. But Charlie wasn't a part of that. Seeing her discomfort pissed him off. It reminded him of how Val's slimy tongue had coated her arm. Something that should have never happened. He was half tempted to pull out his Tommy guns and fill these chumps with lead.

However, what stopped him was knowing it would ruin Charlie's evening. And the whole point of this night was to relax her. He crossed his lower set of arms and huffed as the guy directly next to him tried to act like he had some game, but touching his inner thigh was the last straw. He felt no remorse as he elbowed him. but this idiot didn't take the hint! And worse! Did that clown just touch Charlie's ass?! He was ready to fight both of them and had even gotten up from his seat, but those fucking concerned eyes from Charlie made him hesitant. If he offered to sleep with them, that would ruin things. Buying them drinks would encourage the behavior. Leaving meant that they won. It felt like there was no nonviolent way to remedy the situation. Everything he thought of felt like a lose-lose situation.

Or was it? ❝ C'mon dollface, think we should serenade em a little~ ❞ Even though Charlie was confused, she still followed him over to the stage. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this sooner. He told the guy which song to play for them to sing. Hand on his hip, he stared right at the guys who were grinning, actually thinking they were getting what they wanted. The music began, and Angel took the reins.

❝ Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like. I can always see 'em comin', from the left or from the right. ❞ He looked over at Charlie, who was just standing there like a statue. ❝ C'mon toots, let em 'ave it. ❞ He watched as she turned her attention to the men who were basically catcalling them. She looked at the lyrics and took a breath. ❝ I don't want to be a priss, I'm just try'na be polite, but it always seems to bite me in the- ❞ Seeing her face, he took over. ❝ Ask me fer my numba', yeah, yuh put me on the spot. Yuh think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not- ❞ ❝ You had me at "hello", then you opened up your mouth- ❞ ❝ And that is when it started going south Oh! ❞

The men didn't seem to understand yet. Somehow the chorus, the second verse, none of it got through those stupid noggins. Angel winked at Charlie as the third verse neared. Hand on his hip as he started to walk towards the men with Charlie following close beside him. ❝ One- ❞ Charlie's index finger raises. ❝ Get your hands off my- ❞ Angel's hands seductively trail along his hips. ❝ Two- ❞ Her middle finger follows. ❝ Or I'll punch you in the- ❞ A wink as he balls some of his fingers into a fist. ❝ Three- ❞ One final finger raises to coordinate. ❝ Stop your staring at my hey! ❞ Angel leans in close to one of the guys as if to physically say my eyes are up here. ❝ Take a hint, take a hint! ❞

Angel and Charlie smile, looking at each other as the finally of the song approaches. They can see the guys visibly starting to understand how directed this is at them. ❝ Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips.Stop your staring at my hey! Take a hint, take a hint. T-take a hint, take a hint! ❞ The finally of the song resonates throughout the club. Charlie lets her hair down and climbs up onto the table with Angel. The crowd cheers as the two guys call them some dumbass insult and leave.

Back at the hotel, Charlie and Angel enter together resiting their epic event. When she sees Vaggie, she immediately runs over to her. ❝ Vaggie listen! There were these guys and-and they kept hitting on us but did we take it? No, so we told them off through song! It was so much fun! I wish you could have seen it! ❞ Angel smiles as he watches. Even noticing he gets a bit of a smile from Vaggie. That's new. As the two girls wander off, he texts a secret someone about the event. 」

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Alastor & Angel

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「🕸️Swirling the cocktail pick in his drink absentmindedly, the spider observes the party their ambitious princess insisted on hosting. Various guests are in attendance, including the folks from Cannibal Town. It's almost a celebratory event of their survival following the last extermination. Somehow they've managed to keep Adam, their newest resident, under control ( thanks to Niffty keeping an eye on him at Alastor's request ). Cherri's made her presence known with a few shots. She challenged a few of the sinners to a drink off. And demanded Husk be their referee. Angel considered indulging alongside his best friend, but something caught his eye. A bit of a distraction.

Mistletoe was hung from the ceiling in the center of the room. He was sure a line would form like a kissing booth if he walked under it. He felt it was half-expected that he would saunter over, maybe fluff his chest, and entice their guests with his usual facade. Truthfully, he was considering it. However, there was only one person he wanted to kiss beneath it, and that was the Radio Demon. Since their introduction, he immediately felt an attraction to him. It was shallow since it was a mere attraction to his physical features and physique. In the beginning, he would have been thrilled to spend a night engaging in carnal satisfaction despite the demon's Overlord status. It would have piqued his curiosity.

However, as time went on he found himself more interested in him. On the outside, he seemed the proper gentleman. Not to mention a fierce demon to be trifled with. But what was he really like? What made him tick? What did he like outside of radio? What attracted him? What kind of cuisine did he like? Angel realized he had a ton of questions. But the issue lay in the fact that they rarely conversed. And he worried Alastor was put off by the way he was. Even when he tried to remain more...civil, the flirtations occasionally escaped since they were second nature to him. But his concerns were put at ease when the demon requested his help, specifically.

He wanted his help? But. why? Alastor had those doodle-looking things and even his shadows to do his bidding. However, he refused to outwardly vocalize this. He was secretly giddy over this and didn't want to help the demon somehow change his mind. Alastor had asked for some assistance in the kitchen. Yes! One of his specialties! Some didn't know, but he was a pretty damn good cook. Though he often whipped up Italian dishes compared to anything else. But whatever Alastor wanted, he was overly confident he could do it.

❝ Yeah, sure thin', Smiles~ ❞ He responds when he's told what the dish will be. It was an eventful evening actually. With the Radio Demon, he discussed a few different jazz artists. Even reminiscing about his favorite artist of his time. Angel had teased Alastor about dancing and to his surprise Alastor had teased him back. When they got to the dessert, well, let's just say they were caught covered in some whipped cream and icing after getting into a little playful scuffle. it was the first time he felt he had actually bonded with Alastor and it was a memory he held dear. Since that evening, the two had conversed more often during their time at the hotel.

And because of their growth, he realized that his attraction went beyond quenching some sort of sexual appetite. He caught himself blushing in his presence sometimes. He had frozen when he realized he had purchased some deer and radio-related charms for his bracelets. The only person he had informed of this was Cherri. Her diagnosis: he had a crush on Alastor. There was no fucking way he did! Feelings for the Radio Demon?! But even as he cackled, the terrifying realization she was right crept in. When he saw Al, he always had some sort of excuse why he wanted to pester him. But those times were easy. Tonight, he couldn't just admit he wanted a kiss.

What if Alastor thought it was just him messing around like he usually did? What if he just straight-up rejected him? At least with the guise of the mistletoe, he could play it off. He noticed Alastor under it and started to move until he suddenly halted. His chest twisted into a knot. Rosie had stumbled under it with him. Shit. Fuck. No one noticed what he had been doing right? He didn't need to be embarrassed on top of hurt. He secretly glanced about then sighed as he assumed he was in the clear. But his heart felt heavy as he watched Alastor and Rosie converse. And when Alastor kissed her on the cheek, he felt a tinge of jealousy. His eyes drifted downwards, causing him to miss Rosie excusing herself whilst Alastor remained under the mistletoe.

Time for another drink, or two, or three. He turned on his heel only to notice Niffty sweeping around his feet. Why was she cleaning when they were attending a party? He knew better than to question that after the club night. Eh, whatever. At least she was having fun. He was about to step over her when she swept at his foot. His brow furrowed, so he attempted to go the other way until she did it again. And again? And again?! And again! ❝ Niffty, wha' the fuck? Can't ya sweep somewhere else? C'mon! Hey, Ow! Don't hit me wit' the broom! Stop it! ❞ Looking at that devious smile, was she enjoying this?!

He stumbled backward trying to avoid the onslaught of hire broom chasing him. ❝ NIFS! ❞ A soft grunt as he hits something solid. What? How far did she make him stumble? Turning around, he nearly freezes seeing Alastor. Huh? What? He notices Alastor pointing upwards. After a slight tilt of his head, he looks up to see the mistletoe. The...he looks over at Niffty. She's cackling with her hands against her face. She...That sneaky bitch! She planned this! But his attention soon returns to the demon before him. This is what he wanted more than anything tonight. But now that he's here, he's almost in disbelief. Alastor isn't trying to leave or making some disgusted face. He's just smiling. Yeah, yeah he always smiles but something's different about this one.

❝ Wha', ya wanna kiss me that bad, Smiles~ ❞ Acting this way sets a comfort. A little bit of control. However, Alastor immediately steals it back when he says yes. Angel's taken aback by this honesty. He does? Really? Before he can respond, the demon pulls him close by the waist. Angel can feel his heart racing in his chest. He shifts so he can be more on level with the other demon. He scans his face for any hesitation but sees none. Alastor is serious. ❝ Well, what 'r we waitin' fer~ ❞ When their lips finally meet in a first kiss, Angel savors the taste of his lips. His eyes slowly close as he allows himself to become more comfortable in the embrace. His hands gently touch the demon's face as he presses further into the kiss, trying to deepen it.

But after a moment he;'s worried he's gone too far and tries to pull back. However, Alastor's fingers thread through his hair keeping him in place. The spider softly blushes and allows himself to get lost. He takes in his smell, finding himself attracted to the musk. When the kiss breaks, he softly pants. He can't figure out if he's disappointed that it's over since he's thrilled to have even experienced it in the first place. But it isn't over yet. Alastor extends his hand and asks Angel for a dance, wanting to see if he was all talk or as good as he boasted about. 」

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Travis & Angel

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「🕸️❝ Yuh wanna help out lil' old me taday?~ Ain't yuh sweet~ Why don't ya show me how stron' yuh are, baby~ ❞

With extra dough, metaphorically, weighing down his pockets he opted to spend a little. Mostly on himself, but he'd spare a bit for his friends back at the hotel. And to show some false yet conflicted appreciation towards his boss, he'd find him a little something too. And he appreciated the help from his favorite director. Sweet-talking the chump into doing whatever he wanted was cake. A little flirting, chest fluffing, and a little kiss on his cheek seemed to put the guy into a trance. So, what job did he have for the perverted bird? He was the designated shopping bag carrier~

Angel hummed thoughtfully to himself, then gasped when he saw the cutest fabric basically begging for his attention in one of the shop windows. The sparkling gold was sure to catch Val's eye. Sure he could transform it into a lovely gown, but why not something more sexier? This was the first thing he purchased. However, their emerald green and pastel pink fabrics left him in awe. By the time they left that shop, Angel already had the bird carrying two bags. ❝ Thanks, cutie~ ❞ He complimented him before going to the next shop, and the next, and the next, and the next until Travis had six bags on his big, strong arms. These bags were filled with gifts for his friends.

However, only about half way down the street he came to an immediate halt, feeling Travis walk into his back. Even when the guy asked him what was up, he was speechless. ❝ Do ya see those?! ❞ He didn't really pay attention to Travis looking over in confusion and asking what. Without hesitation, Angel pulled him by the hand inside. ❝ Wait here. ❞ He left Travis sitting on the bench near the mirrors. The poor guy was likely confused. During the twenty minutes Angel was roaming about, multiple people had walked up to use the mirror or simply walked past the dressing rooms. ❝ Do I got a treat fer yuh~ ❞ Angel winked when he finally approached? He had several outfits hanging from each of his four arms.

Angel strutted out in a tight, off-the-shoulder pink top that exposed his fluff. He wore a black miniskirt along with it ( and whether he was commando or not underneath was a secret ). ❝ Love it, don't ya? ❞ He winked and then sat directly in Travis' lap. He made himself comfortable and checked his phone whilst he did. ❝ Yuh 'no how easy fuckin' in this would be. ❞ He stuck his tongue out and snapped a picture. Checking it, he was pleased with how hot he looked in it. once he got up he texted Cherri before stepping back inside the changing room. When he reemerged from the room, this time he wore a tight black dress with a slit up the side. He slightly bent over and ran his fingers along his leg as he slowly, seductively lifted himself up.

❝ Wha' d'ya think? ❞ He stood in front of Travis and lifted his leg, pressing it against the wall directly behind the bird. ❝ I 'no ya wanna peek underneath, baby, but I need yer eyes on my legs. Sexy, ain't it? ❞ He couldn't help fucking with the guy. It was fun. And he wouldn't make a big fuss if his bag boy decided to give his legs a little touch. After they left that shop, Angel hit up a few more. Travis had bags in his arms and boxes in his hands. ❝ Ya 'no, a big stron' daddy like yerself really turns me on~ ❞ The bags were placed in the limo. Most were dropped off at the hotel, but Angel's sweet-talking made sure the day didn't end just yet. With that whole divorce, that house was free so Angel begged as cutely as he could to come over.

❝ Uh uh~ Naughty, ain't ya. But ya can't come in. Be good fer me an' wait on yer bed. ❞ Angel slipped into one of the rooms and locked the door behind him. Hours had passed since they had gotten here. When he found Travis in his room, the poor guy must have been so exhausted because he was sound asleep. Cute. But not allowed. Angel straddled his lap and started poking his cheek. ❝ C'mon, baby. Wake up fer me~ ❞ When he finally had his attention, he was pleased by the reaction. Angel had slipped into some gorgeous lingerie that had Travis' eyes wide. But when he went to touch, Angel denied him.

❝ Wait a sec. Yuh don't really think I took that fuckin' lon' slippin' inta this, do ya? ❞ He revealed what was behind his back. It was a custom-made sweater by yours truly. He had taken the time while they were out this evening to choose a black fabric that wasn't gonna be itchy. The end of the sleeves was a bit fluffy, for some pizazz, as well as the neck. It was by no means the most extravagant gift but it was more of a thank you. Travis had gone with him all day, never once complaining about the amount he had to carry. Not to mention that lately, he had been more bearable. A few weeks ago after a really bad Val Day, Travis had not only treated him like a princess but had stayed with him until he felt better. And never once had the guy tried to fuck it.

❝ Do ya like it? Yer gonna wear it, ain't ya? Try it on~ Hurry up, the sooner ya try it an' I get my pics, the sooner I can pull it off ya. ❞ 」

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May stick around a little longer than dip. I wanna write but I'm also tired.

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Bedroom Preference

It's no longer sinday, but this may be helpful. If you're considering shipping with my version, please read it. Even if we don't write smut, still relevant.

With the way I write Angel, mine is solely a bottom. He's only a top for work and not interested outside of it. He's far more submissive in the bedroom (but this in no way means he can't have some dom energy and take a bit of control), he just prefers to be penetrated over penetrating someone (likely would use toys, more so).

I know Angel can likely be a switch, but I just don't entirely vibe with it with my own. If it changes, I'll update. But as of right now unless I feel comfortable and we discuss, Angel will likely only top (if even) with affiliates (or people I'm really comfortable with).

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For the shipping sheet - angel dust/Stolas

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻. / Accepting

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon ( not sure, actually )

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

Since no url is here I just did this as a generalization. Gonna be really honest that this all depends on how I and a Stolas writer characterize our muses. Like with he canon personalities we see, I like the idea. With how I characterize Angel, though, I'm not sure it would work.

For my own Angel, he can take a bit of control but he does prefer to be with someone more dominant. He's not too into someone that's more submissive than he is. But a blend of both isn't too bad.

The bedroom is the one thing I think would hurt a bit since both seem to be bottoms, lol. Sorry for a crappy explanation but I think it depends more on the Stolas I write with. I haven't thought much about this ship to have a big opinion on it.

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「🕸️❝ So, ya wanna take a bath wit' me after all~ Don't worry, baby, I can make it hot. ❞ His eyes momentarily widened from the direct contact of the other's head resting against his shoulder. Despite the moisture's chill, a warmth was building ( with the remnants of the alcohol contributing ). The fingers of his lower hands slightly curled and trembled even as a sudden temptation swept over him. One he managed to suppress.

Although, he wondered if the buck would have fancied his head against the center of his chest. The fluff is one of his favorite assets. It was warm, inviting even, and gave the illusion he had tits. But the thought of his head slightly shifting in that direction, slowly sliding along until it was buried enough that he could feel his breath against the chest hidden beneath, well, it made him shudder. Fuck, that desire was growing stronger. However, the attention was elsewhere.

He waited, almost impatiently for the guy's move. The drenched skirt sticking to his fur was hardly an issue to handle, but peeling it off himself was a bore. He gingerly slid a few fingers through the buck's hair, feeling the softness of the strands and the moisture from the previously offending rain. It was different being within proximity, as opposed to distanced. The smell of alcohol and the man's musk easily invaded his senses, and he found himself attracted to it. There was a slight flinch in response to the anticipated attention. The stimulation provokes a less-than-subtle gasp to emit.

Instinctively, his hips bucked forward, pressing himself closer. The realization that his sex life had been put on hold for the past few weeks was hitting. He had been so engrossed stalking the Radio Demon that he had neglected his needs. No wonder he was feeling desperate. He knew he could melt and become putty in his hands with the right touch. To give this man that power over him...Why was that such an arousing thought? ❝ Oh? Ya wanna see me more, do ya, Smiles? Why don't ya give me a reason ta agree~ ❞ Was that clear enough to express what he wanted? Did he need to outright say it?

But he softly chuckled. Why did he choose this? Was the demon having trouble tugging it off? Maybe he really did buy him one too many. He almost felt a bit guilty. ❝ C'mon. Don't act like ya don't 'no. I dressed slutty cause I wanted ta be slutty. I was lookin' fer a big, stron' daddy ta fuck me, an' suddenly yuh showed up. Didn't expect ya ta be so cute, though. Yer really turnin' me on. Even wit' yer fumblin'. How's 'bout I strip yuh instead an' we get in that bath? Wha'dya say, Smiles? Say yes, an' I'll take this skirt off fer ya once yer in~ ❞ 」

[hellsgreatestperformance]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

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type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

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would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

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[hellsgreatestperformance]

「 HELP 」

@arcanepactguile asked : 「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 … / Accepting

「🕸️The mission was to stalk and observe, not have one of his hands held as the Radio Demon pulled him along. How did this occur again? Felt like seconds ago they had, once again, bumped into each other at some sleazy club. Concerned the guy was growing suspicious of the encounters, he offered to purchase a round of drinks to occupy his mind. He somewhat, recalled, trying to convince Smiles ( his nickname for the demon ) to dance with him. But when you were hanging out in a club that reeked of sweat, had hell's residents not only high off their faces but drowning in booze, and aroused ( the grinding was impossible to miss ), you were bound to have some guy try and step between you both like a fucking moron. He was half certain that one of them only sucker-punched the dick. So, they clearly ditched, but Smiles never indicated where they were venturing to.

He felt a knot in his stomach as they passed a few establishments. Night covered most of their surroundings, and the streets almost appeared bare. Was he frightened? He was aware of the broadcasts and what occurred, but he doubted that same fate awaited him. It's not like he was made, right? He had, mostly, been cautious during his observations. He wore clothes that blended in, and stayed hidden enough ( or so he thought ) that- Wait, what was that? His eyes squinted from the moisture. Rain? now? For fuck's sake! These boots weren't cheap and don't even get him started on the sweater. And it felt like with each step the droplets tripled in number. ❝ Fuckin' for real. ❞ But his eyes drifted to the other. Wasn't he bothered by the droplets? His clothes were starting to get soaked too.

A few irritated mumbles as his hair blurred his vision. Sure the rain was nice when you were all cozy inside, but it was a bitch when you got caught in it. But they were fortunate to stumble upon a hotel. The interior was fancier than the exterior. Like a hidden gem, he guessed. And the room they went into was large in size and holy fuck that tub was huge. Getting out of these wet clothes and into that would be like a dream. And if he was lucky maybe the Radio Demon would join him. The Radio Demon...Right. He turned to face him. Like his own, the guy's clothes were soaked, practically sticking to his frame. Which made him curious. What did he look like beneath it? Did he have any muscle? Any fluff? A nice ass? What size was his dick? Should he really be thinking about his target this way? He just couldn't help himself. The thoughts were put on hold when he shivered.

❝ Fuckin' rain. Guess we oughta get out 'f this shit, Smiles. ❞ Stripping was easy, usually, but the clothes were clinging like an ex. The sweater covered his head and decided to stay in place. For fuck's sake. This was kind of embarrassing. Come on, in front of an overlord of all demons. He wouldn't be surprised if the guy was reconsidering bringing him here. Might as well take him to the broadcast room. ❝ I look fuckin' stupid... ❞ Was that a laugh? Alright, maybe if he just pulled harder. And he would have, but he felt the assistance. A pull that removed the sweater. Oh, that was much better. ❝ Thanks. ❞ But, wait. He didn't know if what he thought next was influenced by their previous drinking or if he just wanted this, but you miss every opportunity you don't take, right?

❝ Heya, Smiles. Ya 'no, that tub in there's big enough fer two. ❞ The spider approached him and reached out to trail his fingers along his covered chest, which he hoped wouldn't remain that way for long. ❝ Ya wanna get out 'f these an' join me? Or yuh could help lil' ole me out an' get this skirt off. It's a bit tight. I don't think I can do it alone. ❞ He asked, his voice seductive. ❝ I think it's stuck ta me, so yuh might 'ave ta squeeze a little~ ❞ He hoped the demon understood what he meant. Was he trying to tempt him with permission to squeeze his ass. Oh, absolutely. ❝ Yuh help me, an' I'll help yuh~ capisce. ❞ 」

[hellsgreatestperformance]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

[hellsgreatestperformance]

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

[hellsgreatestperformance]

「🕸️He knew that kind of drinking. No matter how much you drank you just felt like you needed more. Because all it would do was temporarily numb the pain. He was an expert at trying to drown your sorrows in a bottle. At the offer of cocaine, on a better night he'd be willing to stiff the hotel and indulge in that vice, but tonight something didn't feel right. Is this how Charlie felt that time she caught him all fucked up? ❝ No, thanks. ❞

❝ Yuh became an Overlord cause of Smiles? ❞ History, huh? Guessing by that ' take everything from him ', the story didn't end so well. Couldn't have since he wasn't invited to the wedding. He could hear the fans starting up again. Thinking about it, Al never mentioned Vox. At least, not to him. Then again, it wasn't like Al and he was close. But all of this seemed to be bothering Vox so much. ❝ Did he do somethin' ta ya? I mean, if ya wanna talk 'bout it. ❞ Angel reached out to try to focus Vox's face on him. ❝ How's 'bout yuh an' I forget that stupid weddin’, Boxy? Yuh wanna fuck all day? I bet I could take yer mind off it. ❞ 」

He needed a drink. Something stiffer than him. He sent out a message. A few moments later a little sinner carried in a tray of drinks. He gripped a glass of whiskey before taking it in one gulp. He then grabbed another. "Feel like a little favor?" He motioned to the lines of coke on the tray. He wanted to feel something else so he was focusing on indulging in other pleasures.

"I'm sure it will be stuffy and boring." He wasn't sure. It really didn't matter. No matter what, he would always claim it sucked. His screen flashed a the Alastor warning screen before he grunted. "We have history. He is why I became an overlord. I want to take everything from him." Mostly because he couldn't have him. "I should have been invited!" The fans once again began to whirl kicking on to high gear.

[hellsgreatestperformance]

「🕸️ ❝ Relax, baby. Don't get yer feathers all ruffled. ❞ The trial? ❝ Ya mean the one wit' the imp? Guessin' we ain't get all the details? ❞ He leaned in a bit close to the guy. ❝ It's botherin' ya that much, huh? Buy me a drink an' ya can tell me all 'bout it. An' maybe I can help. ❞ 」

"Ay that pendejo!" He squawked loud his feathers puffing up. He started to pace back and forth. He couldn't form words. He was so upset and worried. "That whole trail was a joke."