The Radio Demon

It was a habit for Alastor to roll his sleeves up and unbutton that high collar when cooking, always had been. Despite doing so within the hotel time and time again it hadn't lead to any questions. But the prominent one anybody would ask of was the single large scar against his neck. It was a bold red mark, with four branches that wrapped around the right side and one that wrapped around the left. They incircled his too thin neck all the way around until those thin branches, almost finger like but not quite...talon maybe...connected against his throat.

Nifty and Husk knew better than to ask and frankly they were always the only ones to think about intruding on what he considered me time. He truly didn't mind answering, especially considering it was interesting dear Charlie to ask...

However.

The full extent of his explanation seemed...short. Vague like a lot of things that slipped from his mouth in a chipper charismatic tone.

"You see as a sinner the key moments in your life, your actions, dislikes...all dictate how you look once you end up down here. That's all there is to it~"

Still stirring away at the pot of cream to keep it from sticking, grip tightening against that spoon ever so slightly, gaze glancing to the side at the demon belle. He was prepared to steer the topic if he truly needed to.

Weakness was not something she needed to know.

Most of Alastor's days were good days. To find the demon without a cheek splitting grin on his face was rare. But there were days where reminiscing took hold and old vices, thoughts, feelings of all things would settle in.

Patience would deteriorate, white noise grew, and his shade would grow restless with the negativity it's master oozed. All in all...those days were not a pleasant thing for any demon in the vicinity.

Today was supposed to be quite a big magic lesson, a practical test if you would for the spoder demon Alastor had found himself getting along splendidly with. A hard worker with wit, what wasn't to enjoy? But he knew in the state he was in...no lesson would go well. And the last thing he wanted was to scare the spider off at this point.

What plots would I have...

Well for Charlie I would be thrilled for Alastor to give her a tiny sliver of reality. As a sinner himself who grew up with...less than a picture perfect family, and plenty of vices, I feel like he could be a voice trying to explain why change in a sinner would be so difficult to obtain? Like an honest heart to heart about why people do what they do. And just 'stop drugs' isn't going to help unless they have reasons to stop, etc.

For Angel...I mean I would love to further our magic lessons. But on a grander scale than that I'd love for Alastor to open up to Angel about other sorts of things. More on the emotional scale. He holds a lot to his chest, and understands he's a manipulative asshole, but there's a big ol' tangled mess under there and a friend (or more depending on how things go) to help untangle that would be amazing. Helping each other out and being 'better' people because of it.

@radioxdust​ asked “Kinky...” For X meme.

Number...39. “My muse crossdresses for your muse”

Angel and Alastor had been dating for quite a while now, much to everyone’s utter surprise. The stag demon kept coming out of his shell, slowly and thriving under the attention and affection the spider gave him. 

But being in a relationship with a literal porn star had left the demon feeling...inadequate. He refused to acknowledge it vocally, but the more questions he asked and received answers that spun his head around...the worst that feeling became. So, Alastor took a little initiative and visited an old tailor of a friend to do something that had been stuck to his brain for a while...

A few evenings later he mentioned wanting to have some alone time with his beau and pressed a kiss to Angel’s cheek before slipping off to change and get ready. Fluffing up his tail even...so when Angel set foot into the room he’d find a typically clean cut deer demon dressed in a short...blood red slip of a dress. One strap had slipped off of a bony shoulder but he was too determined to be in position to fix it...lying stomach first on the sheets, propping up with his arms. black fishnets covered his legs, a garter holding them up securely. Leaning his chin into the palm of a hand. 

@vodun-transmissions asked: “kinky -whistles-” in response to X ask meme.

4. Your muse dons high heels and asks my muse to lick them.

They were quite the...adventurous couple. Or atleast Rai thought they were. Every few weeks or so they would end up inevitably trying something new during their romps. It had been a few weeks since their last addition to a romp, and Rai was practically biting nails to see what Ade had planned. She had pressed a kiss to his cheek and a whisper right in his ear before he left that morning.

He kept an eye on the clock until time to head back home, work was done for the most part and he was just wasting time, imagination running rampant until those hands hit five. Once they did he rushed home ready to take up that purred offer in full. 

His stomach twisted in anticipation as he unlocked and opened his door, finding Ade sitting on the couch and his greeting rushed out. “Hello love, how was your day?” But she just tilted her head towards his own gaze, lips curling into a smirk that sent his stomach curdling. She raised an index finger at him and waved him over. 

How did she make the smallest of movements be so enticing? 

So he moved over towards her, shivering a little and dark gaze sweeping over her form, she wasn’t dressed too oddly, but his brow rose at seeing the pair of nearly perfect, new, shiny even, stiletto shoes.

“Those are nice..” He commented quietly, and her smirk widened, wagging a single foot, her legs crossed. Out from her softly painted lips came her idea. 

“If they’re so nice why don’t you lick them?” 

And he paused, face heating. 

That was her idea? Well he...could he supposed. It certainly fit in with their previous experiments. Mildly degrading and she got worshiped in the process. 

Rai moved to settle on the floor in front of her, gaze flitting up to Ade’s face to ensure he would be doing this right. 

He settled a little closer, a hand reached out to gently caress her leg, bending close and pressing kisses from her knee downward, eventually pressing his last to the line between the plastic-like material and her stocking covered skin.