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Usually I enjoy dash events, whether reading them as others participate, or joining in as well. Sinday, Chewsday, those short and silly weekly events can be silly and entertaining!

are you angel dust's type?

"Two bingos. Looks like yer my type, red. Who woulda' guessed it?"

Was anybody surprised that the mysterious, menacing Radio Demon was Angel Dust's type? Probably not. It was no secret that his taste in men consisted of those who could chew him up and spit him out - something that, in this case, could potentially become frighteningly literal.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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?”

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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.