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[hellsgreatestperformance]

@arcanepactguile from { x }

「🕸️Celebrating the New Year with the Radio Demon of all sinners was an evening he'd anticipated since the invite. A bit of bubbly and conversation with a warm, cozy fire beat frying his brain cells with an excessive amount of alcohol, and waking up who the fuck knows where the next morning.

His fingers trailed along the buck's back, and he found it adorable how the demon practically used him as a body pillow. He was hardly complaining, relishing in the warmth that emitted from his body. When the other moved, he frowned, assuming Alastor was getting up. After a few drinks, the potential distance would make the spider whine. However, his thoughts were incorrect.

The abrupt kiss caused his eyes to briefly widen before he slightly parted his lips to press further in. The taste of alcohol was a reminder that, oddly enough, most of their latest encounters involved indulging in that vice. His cheeks dusted a faint pink, and a soft moan was elicited in response to the sensitive spots being teased.

❝ Happy New Year's, Smiles. Ya 'no, yer tail's fuckin' adorable. What's stopin' me from touchin' it? ❞ He teased. He raises his index finger to gently slide it along the other's bottom lip. ❝ If ya wanna that bad, I ain't gonna say no. But I got a condition, Smiles~ I get ta leave in yer shirt afta'. ❞ 」

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

[Closed Starter for @arcanepactguile ]

As a Sin that preferred to lay in a dimly lit or dark room than do paperwork; she was quite fond of the radio. Music played through the device always seemed to amuse her. She could be entertained even with her eyes closed!

Though the music played was wonderful, it wasn't until she caught a foggy signal from the Pride Ring to hear a rather enthusiastic radio host that she truly paid close attention to the station she was tuned into.

It took her a few days to figure out that the Sinner's name was Alastor, and he was a deer Radio Demon. This new found information gave the fatigued Sin something to look forward to. She hadn't been this excited since Princess Charlie was born.

She absolutely needed to have an audience with him. Waving a hand to her assistant, Bethany, and asked the paralysis demon to write a letter inviting the Radio Demon to Sloth. Once the letter was put together, Belphegor lazily scribbled her signature on the request before it was sent up to Pride. A pixie imp in a white and pink cloak guides beside him.

He would feel a light tap on his shoulder, an imp from Sloth wearing a small pink candle on his head.

"Heeey Mister! You wouldn't happen to be the Radio Demon, would you?"

[poisonedspider]

[ TABOO ] 😈 from @arcanepactguile

When it came to the world of sex, individuals would not be remotely surprised that Angel Dust had practically done it all. Even the things he hadn't liked to do, because for whatever reason, Valentino liked to find the absolute weirdest kinks and attempt to sell them. There's a kink for everyone. He knew that his pimp wasn't into the dull and vanilla, and quite frankly, neither was Angel. It was how him and Val had gotten along so well at first.

He hadn't quite known where Alastor's level of kinkiness lay, especially since up until their recent escapades with one another and their exploration of each other's bodies, he had been convinced that the man was, as Rosie had put it - an ace in the hole. But over time, Angel had recognized that Alastor was a lot kinkier than he would ever have believed, so trying to think of something that would be new and enjoyable for them both was a challenge.

While there wasn't a lot that he knew about Alastor's preferences, there was one thing he knew with certainty. And it had been one category that Angel had never dabbled in himself. It wasn't like he wasn't willing to try anything at least once - he remembered distinctly that he had told Valentino once that piss and shit were literally off the table, but if he was being honest with himself, if the person he cared about asked him? He'd probably cave.

Thankfully, that was a kink that seemed far off from either of them. However the thing he was thinking about had been on his list of pretty much no gos - until now. He knew that Alastor liked a certain thing, and in his attempt to make the Radio Demon happy, he was willing to push himself. If he wasn't happy? That's what safe words were for.

Which was why he was sitting cross-legged on Alastor's bed, after having told the other that he had had a thought. "Ah' want yeh' t' eat me." A pause, holding up his hands. "And not like, eat my pussy or anythin' - though we both know ah' love that, but. Yeh' know, feed into yeh' cannibal side a bit. No pun intended." He laughed, clearly a bit nervous at the concept he had just brought up, wringing his hands together slightly.

"Not sure how it'd work, it ain't like ah' want yeh' t' just...break off a finga' or nothin'. Ah'm into pain but there's still a limit." Scrunching his face up in thought, before eyes widened. "Oh! Maybe we could do like...hematolagnia. Yeh' know, cut some places, drink some blood. Would yeh' even like that? Ah'm just pullin' things outta' my ass right now, but if yeh' like t' eat people and that makes yeh' feel good...ah' figured...doin' that sorta thing durin' sex would feel double good...yeah?"

[visage-of-hell]

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Oh, the hellhound had no intention of stopping anytime soon, the flat surface of that pale azure tongue dragging hot and wet up his skin as she traced the line of his pulse. Only when she arrived at the sharp edge of his jawline did that tongue retreat, only to be replaced by the hard points of lupine teeth raking ever so lightly. The Overlord wouldn't be so cruel as to mar that handsome face of his ... not when there were so many other choice locations to mark with the evidence of these forbidden dalliances.

Clawed fingers trailed down the bare flesh revealed by the unbuttoned shirt as her hips gave a self-indulgent grind against him. Her jacket already lay on the floor somewhere in the room, the form-hugging crop top she wore still leaving a plethora of bare fur for hungry hands to roam over, if they were so inclined. The dark jeans she wore did little to hold back the moist heat between her thighs that she now pressed with purpose into his groin. The length of decorative metal chain that hung from her thick leather collar would be cool against his skin, standing in stark contrast to the weighted warmth of her form atop him. That fanged maw continued to rove back down Alastor's exposed neck, leaving a trail of love bites and teasing licks in her wake as she traveled further and further down. Teeth and tongue ghosted across his collar bone ... and then lower to his chest. A small shudder of anticipation gave a shaky edge to her heavy eager breathing as she pressed a heated kiss right against the dead center of his chest. She needed more--more flesh, more contact, more of him. Impatiently, those same claws then moved with purpose to the buckle of the Radio Demon's belt and began to work it open.

[hells-musing-along]

Continuation from here // @arcanepactguile commented:

Clasping his hands behind his back, smiling wryly, Alastor calmly waited. Presenting a modicum of his subterfuge would dash his deception to pieces. Let the Queen of Hell believe the worst — play along with the ruse, Alastor was apt to find the tiniest scrap of joy in teasing his Mistress's susceptibility to mind games. He could taste the vibrant flavours of the martini on her lips, the Radio Demon prolonged the kiss; returning the tender press with a devious flick of his tongue, murmuring softly, "my-my, alcohol — at this hour—?"

The answer would reveal itself eventually, as it always did, but until then, she might as well savor this moment with the Radio Demon. Her free hand slowly rose, caressing his cheek before sliding into his silken red locks as the kiss lingered longer than intended. 

A soft laugh slipped from her lips as she pulled away, swirling the martini glass in her hand. “Scolding your Queen, are you? Quite bold, my dear… Shall I fetch you a glass so we can be partners in crime?”

[hellsgreatestsideshow]

@arcanepactguile { X }

「 🍎Charlie's insistence to wash his coat was given into, regardless of whether the article reeked or not. This was hardly inconvenient when he had a pristine spare in the closet. Or so the King thought. His hues gazed at the empty spot whilst his index finger gently tapped against his chin. It was unlikely Charlie fetched this one, too, since she had asked for permission with the other. The eggs would have been too obvious since they likely would be tumbling around, chuckling with it.

And no one here would be stupid enough to raid his room, right? Although, recently he had gotten into an argument with that deer. Could he have taken it to be spiteful? To send him on a ridiculous chase throughout the hotel to retrieve it? Even if the deer decided to do something petty, he would remember that magic existed. What harm could it do to peek in and see? His only other thought was Angel Dust since he had been flirty multiple times.

The King left his room and headed towards the Radio Demons. He really wondered what Charlie saw in that sinner. He was irritating, and he had a hunch he was devising some sort of scheme. He trusted his daughter but wanted her to be on her guard as a precaution. He understood Alastor came at a time of need for her and assisted. That he, for whatever reason, was helping her accomplish her goal of rehabilitating sinners. If that even was possible. The deer seemed a prime example of an unredeemable one. Yet even as he explained this, she still struck him where it hurt.

Was he a fan of Alastor's? Hardly, but he could respect or simply appreciate, that someone had taken the time to do anything for his precious child. Maybe he should have listened to her sooner, but the situation between Heaven and Hell was so complex that he was terrified of her getting hurt. Yet, even if he only meant to protect her, he had hurt her a bit himself. But now he was here, willing to give her additional assistance and hopefully mend their relationship. So he should try to figure out some truce with this guy since he likely wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon.

With a sigh, he turned the knob. There was always the chance the sinner may be elsewhere, performing his daily routine or whatever the guy did. But, no, the guy was in his room. And the King almost wished he wasn't. Like a frog, one eye blinked before the other as he perceived the sight. Was this a hallucination? Or was the deer pleasuring himself with the assistance of his abilities? This was a personal scene he intruded on. His chest twisted in a knot, feeling a tad bit guilty. He supposed even the guy with a stick up his ass sometimes enjoyed twisting it around. He considered leaving, however, he noticed something. Was this his coat? Alastor had really taken it?

But why? The fabric was still intact. No rips, stretches, or tears. Although, with how tightly the sinner held it, he expected to find a few wrinkles. Even though Alastor's expression pleaded for his departure, the King denied this and stepped further into the room. He was gracious enough to close the door behind him. ❝ I had a hunch it was you, though this isn't what I pictured. ❞ As the King processed the sense, his perplexed expression transformed, curling his lips into a smirk. Could it be? He reached out, aiming to cup the deer's chin between his fingers if allowed. He wanted the deer's eyes forcibly directed at his own, even if it meant tugging him down a little.

❝ I won't judge. I'm just surprised you of all people are getting off to something of mine. Make sure you wash it when you're done. ❞ If his grasp was on him, he would have let go this second. ❝ You may have Charlie fooled, but I can see right through you. And I'm not going to just let this slide. ❞ His eyes drifted, observing the sinner's lustful form. ❝ Any suggestions on how I should punish you, Alastor? ❞ The King still wore his smirk, but in truth, he wouldn't stoop so low as to take advantage of him. Not in this way. He was only teasing him since he figured that should be warning enough. And he was curious what suggestions this guy would come up with if any. 」

[andact1on]

FMK — Valentino, Husk, Cherri

fmk

"marry val." he says dreamily. it takes him a few minutes to come back to earth from his fantasy.

"uh fuck cherri. you can step on me any time, sexy." he makes his signature smile. it's not sleazy. shut up. it's sexy.

his expression turns sour. "kill the nosy bartender."

[originemesis]

🥃 + What do you miss the most from Eden?

Just swirls the drink in his glass by the tense tips of his talons around until it makes a little sweet and sour mix cyclone. Then down the hatch it goes- followed by a few fist to chest knocking coughs.

"I thought we were doing shots here- so why's this shit taste like Pete farted in a cup?" Was that glitter residue at the bottom, too??

Yuckeroni.

[hellsgreatestperformance]

@arcanepactguile { X }

「🕸️❝ 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~ ❞ 」

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

||🐑 ~ @arcanepactguile ||

Stirring from her rest, a sleepy smile crept over her lips. It warmed her heart to know her favorite Sinner was close by; safe from the spears of merciless angels who slaughtered Sinners without blinking. He was right here, close to her arms.

She dared any angel to pass through all of the other Seven Rings to reach her realm. A protective arm wraps around him as she bumps her nose against his head.

He was her demon, and she would ensure that nothing bad would happen to him. At his inquiry, she hummed softly.

"I think..I'd like to have more time to test a few vaccines and sleeping pills on you, if I may? Your biology is fascinating. The more I know about you, the more I can do to give Sinners top side a chance to change some of their bad habits."

A soft yawn was displayed, her eyes dropping a bit, her mind fading in and out of sleep.

"I wish I could help the Princess with her hotel, but I would hate to intrude. Redemption is her thing. If she wants a therapist from Sloth up there, I will wait for her to ask herself. In the meantime... I will find medical ways to help those in Pride.."

[poisonedspider]

🍒 Moi?

Eeeeee, I've got you babe! I know you've really been struggling a lot in this RPC lately, and I just want to give you the biggest squeeze. I will never understand why people don't just support everyone on this hell space when life is too short and the world is already on fire, but what do I know? Just know that I always have got you, I always support you, and I am here to be a listening ear as I can be.

I love all of our talks. Even if they're very sporadic because I am terrible at chatting ooc, you are one of the people that reaches out to me the most, and I really appreciate that. I love that you trust me enough to be your vent buddy and that you really seem to trust and respect my opinion on things. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that I can be that for you.

I absolutely love your writing, as much as it intimidates the fuck out of me. Sometimes there are big words and I'm like uhhhhhh daddy like dumby lol but your writing is so eloquent and written with such prose and I would not be surprised if you're an actual like full-time author behind that screen. Your take on Al is incredibly unique, very different than the fandom sees him, but I love that you've made him your own. I love that you don't hold back and aren't afraid to be yourself, even when some people disagree with your takes.

I really love the bonding that our boys have done. I think they've grown so much in connection, and I honestly can't wait to see where they continue to take it. Keep being wonderful, babes.

[visage-of-hell]

(Continued from here with @arcanepactguile: Thankfully most nights, sleep came relatively easy--especially if Visage had done a fine enough job of distracting herself with all the usual vices. And oh, had she indulged earlier than evening. Somehow, though ... even through the haze of uppers and downers floating through her system, the she-wolf had known it wouldn't be enough this time. Not this time. Not while she could still remember what day it was. No sooner had sleep claimed her than familiar images began to reply themselves in the theater of her mind. Things she would have given just about anything to forget. The feel of gravel digging into her knees ... the cold steel of the Exorcist blade pressed to her throat ... the sight of a winged lapine demon held in the exact same position mere feet away. "Dhallia!" She can feel the panicked name tearing free from her throat as raw and and painful as the day it happened. Just as before, she struggles against an unyielding grasp she can't escape. Just as before ... she's powerless to stop what comes next. Tears well up in the rabbit's eyes as she stares pleadingly back at Visage. "Vizzy, please...! Don't--" A spray of blood arcs through the air seconds before the head is fully freed from the neck. It happens in an instant, but it feels like time slows to a crawl as it falls in a cascade of long black curls and pouring crimson. Like every time before, the thud of her lover's head hitting the ground is what finally jolts her awake with a ragged gasp. Sitting upright in bed, Visage's wide tear-streaked eyes darted around the darkened room as her own heartbeat hammered in her ears. It took her several moments to realize that the bed sheets were balled up into her fists, which she slowly released with trembling hands. She almost entirely forgot about the presence of the Radio Demon until the mattress shifted as he sat down. Deep down, she had hoped Alastor being there would somehow stave away the wretched memories that always resurfaced with a vengeance whenever Dhallia's birthday came around--as though his presence, alone, could scour the pain from her heart, if only for a day. Foolish. Sentimental. Disgusting. Anger intermingled with that lingering grief as the vividness of the nightmare slowly subsided. The hellhound's head dropped with a frustrated sigh. ".....Somethin' like that. It's complicated."

[hells-musing-along]

@arcanepactguile sent 27: [ LAUGH ] from Mystery Prompts: Sinday Action Edition

“Your lips would look better on mine.”

An elegant eyebrow arched with great interest at the unexpected comment, followed by laughter echoing through the small space. It was absurd for him to make such a remark, given his position—on his knees with ropes holding his arms stretched tightly above. His shirt was long abandoned, while his trousers hung loosely around the thighs.

The Queen of Hell slowly circled the Radio Demon, her eyes hungrily taking in the sight of her pet. The tip of her riding crop trailed along his exposed skin as she quietly debated what to do with his comment.

From the start, she had set an unspoken rule for their encounters: no kissing. It was too intimate, too vulnerable. She wanted to keep their connection confined to pure physical need without letting it evolve into something deeper. 

Yet, she couldn't deny that she had imagined what it might be like. The temptation lingered, her lips tingling with the unspoken question. Curiosity tugged at her mind, urging her to imagine the moment. What could it hurt? After all, it was just a kiss.

“What a corny line…” she murmured, her heart pounding as she hesitated, breathless. "But... I'll indulge." Her fingers gently covered his eyes, and then, with a longing she could no longer deny, her lips grazed his before pressing down. The kiss began slow and tender, a kiss meant for lovers who knew they shouldn't be, then dissolved into a fierce, hungry passion. 

Her chest ached, knowing this moment would unravel all the barriers she had so carefully constructed around him.

[mothvalentino]

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ring tone for Alastor: Madds Buckley- The Red Means I Love You

[angie-long-legs]

☯ Do you believe you’re a forgiving person?

☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone?

munday questions !

☯️ - yes, I'm a very forgiving person. I will give a lot of chances before I put my foot down. I rarely block, I've only broken a mutualship/friendship once in my entire time here. unlike angel, I am very conflict-averse, which is part of it, but I also just want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt.

☘️ - this is such a boring answer, but it is absolutely just how much I enjoy their writing! if I come across someone's blog and their writing appeals to me, or I feel as though their style and portrayal would click with my own, that's what really appeals to me!

[voxxisms]

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If you slip in a little 📃 I will discuss one scenario that had been living in my head rent free ( accepting! )

i'm have this kinda specific thought of vox being someone's like, hell creation rather than a sinner?? like. imagine he was created by someone, literally anyone in hell, thinking he's a full person. built with maybe memories of a human life that never actually existed or was someone else entirely. the writing partner's muse finding out that he isnt a real person, having to break the news. or navigate the fact that he just ... isn't someone??

he's a tech demon, it makes so much sense. it really feels like more of an all encompassing verse but still i really like the concept, or even your character being the creator if someone wants.