#tangledfate

@tangledfate gets a starter!

"So, the old missus is finally back in town." Alastor's voice crackles in its usual radio-like tone, which hides some of the strain he's trying so hard to conceal. He looks at Lucifer with a raised eyebrow, leaning back against the wall. Whatever's been building between them, if anything.... well, it's not nothing. But it's certainly changed now with Lilith's return. "You must be pleased as punch about that development, hmm?"

sleepy cuddles for angel and cain!!!

Every now and then Angel stayed the night, it was more so he could get away from Valentino even if it was for a night. As electronics were not a thing in the Cabin, they spent most of it talking about random things every now and then Angel pulling up something on his phone to show him.

Cain wasnt someone that was to comfortable with physcial contact but with how close he had gotten with Angel, he didnt mind it with him.

Vox stared at him. He isn't necessarily a shrinking violet before him, but he's purple enough to be. Doesn't match his demeanor, though he's making a good effort at being-- shall we say benign?

They've been at odds lately. Obviously they haven't been fucking. Vox wants to ask who he did fuck. Someone had touched him, had left fingerprints and hand prints all over the Vox's things. And he's livid. He's killed for less than this. Go ask Travis how the blunt end of his cane tasted. Bones crunch easily under a strong foot or a sledge hammer.

Vox is vibrating. Something is sparking behind his screen and he can't help but light up a little brighter, teeth gnashing as he answers him.

[overstimulated] : sender’s muse keeps making receiver’s muse orgasm { Val to Angel } for @tangledfate

There was a short list of reasons that, despite the disgusting way Valentino treated him nowadays, Angel would continue to return to his side. Top of the short list? Phenomenal sex. He knew that to an outsider, that probably sounded beyond pathetic. Going back to the hands of his abuser, just because he could make him feel good. Especially considering exactly how many people Angel slept with on the regular.

But sometimes...sometimes things with Valentino weren't bad. Sometimes he genuinely felt that the other man cared about him. More often than not, those times were in the bedroom. Though there were times he didn't think about where that was very much the furthest from truth. Whatever it was, the point was that Angel typically enjoyed himself when in the arms of Valentino. No one else matched his freak quite like him. No one else was unafraid of trying the more obscure kinks. No one knew his body almost as good as he did, because they'd been together for decades.

Which was exactly why it had been...oh fuck...how many orgasms now? He had lost count two orgasms ago. In a way, he had been surprised. Valentino was known for being so selfish, that him focusing on Angel's own pleasure seemed practically unheard of. Granted, this was definitely all about the control over his favorite toy. Teaching Angel that only he could make him feel that good, and only he decided when that got to happen.

@tangledfate : and you're mine.

Adam woke up to darkness and a figure beside him,his blood ran cold when he saw the tell-tell antennas of Valentino. His throat felt hoarse, another bad sign. He hoped that he hadn't been screaming aloud,tho considering what he remembered from his dream, he probably had. He cursed inwardly, he swore he'd never let the other know or see just how deep his grief went. He didn't want to appear week, well weeker then he already was.

The angel didn't wear any of his robes or anything fancy. Mainly just a pair of boots, jeans and some kind of shirt. Today it was a red shirt. The only thing that people really noticed was his halo that still glowed golden and his rather large wings tucked against his back.

He'd been to a couple bars around the pentagram but wanted to check out the club life going on. Finding a very large club he shrugged and made his way in. Easily making it through the door. Enjoying the beat of the music he would head past some sinners and make his way to the bar.

tangledfate asked: “ The hardest part of letting go was realizing you let go first. ” { Fizz to Blitz }

"But I didn't--!"

Well. Yes. He did-- but only because he thought Fizz wanted nothing to do with him. That's what he was told when he went to that hospital-- when he tried to explain-- when he tried to apologize...

But they said Fizz didn't want to see him, and he couldn't blame Fizz for that-- not then, at least. In the years since, he's gotten real fuckin' good at blaming anyone and everyone for anything that goes wrong.

That fire wasn't his fault. It was his dad's, or the jackass holding that cake, or those fireworks-- or Fizz's own fault for being so damn perfect that it made him...

... Yeah. Even he's not buying his copyrighted brand of bullshit right now.