Writing Drabbles

Angel dramatically collapsed onto a sofa, every arm splayed as he exhaled. Smiling when Cherri caught one of his hands, Angel scooted over to cuddle with his friend.

“Long day?” Cherri questioned.

“So long.” Angel replied. “And hard.”

“Was Val bein’ a dick like usual?” Cherri proffered a bomb. “I can wreck some of his territory.”

“Eh, keep it for another day.” Angel smirked. “Half of today was sittin’ back to watch Vox bitch at Val.”

“Good.” A pause. “I’m still gonna blow shit up.”

Moxxie smiled as Millie pulled him out of his seat after dinner, their bodies moving to the soft music that played.

He was so in love.

A mischievous glint in Millie’s eyes drew Moxxie in as the dance became a slow sway. Tails loosely twined together.

Millie leaned in to kiss him.

Moxxie let out a happy little sigh when they parted for breath from the drawn out press of lips.

Hooded eyes.

A playful smile.

Moxxie caught curves and pressed close. Kisses peppered skin within reach as Millie led the way to the bedroom.

Vox was a dead man, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when he was suddenly living out a fantasy.

Alastor’s ears were pinned back, eyes narrowed.

“So that was a bad idea.” Vox admitted.

Alastor’s fangs parted.

To be fair, Vox hadn’t meant to tangle himself in his own wires, which then latched onto the chair Alastor was tied up on for balance.

The radio demon clearly disagreed.

Valentino entered the room, taking in the scene. “Why Voxxy.” Val purred, stepping closer to playfully pinch Vox’s antenna. “Bondage? Without me? I’m-”

Alastor kept to the darkness, watching from afar.

Lucifer was far too comfortable within the hotel for the short time he’d been around. Acting like he could do more for the hotel than Alastor.

Radio static loudly crackled.

The King of Hell had spotted Alastor, offering a smug look.

Alastor’s smile tightened. He vanished and reappeared, rankled when Lucifer didn’t even seem to notice he was closer.

Nifty eagerly stabbed a roach, narrowly missing Lucifer’s boot.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp. 

Bodies shifted beneath luxurious sheets within the warmth of the bed. The smaller of the two sidled up along the lax body of his partner to face-plant into the fluffy, feather mane. 

A large hand gently rested over Fizzaroli’s upper back and head, gently tracing broken horns. 

An arch into the touch; mechanical hands digging into feathers. 

A low, interested thrum. 

Hands relaxing, Fizz’s head turned to peek up. All three faces were smiling at him. Fizzaroli leaned up through feathers to kiss Ozzi deeply, unhurried. 

Vox was disoriented as he woke, before recalling he’d experienced a hard crash that came from a strong surge of emotion. But he was aware enough to realize he was lying across two laps. Vox shifted, but subsided as his screen glitched out to darkened, blinding him.

Two hands grasped Vox’s tightly. 

Val, who was aware that Vox needed time to reboot. 

“Next time, let Val or I know you need an outlet.” Velvette pat Vox’s thigh. “Before you blow your circuits like this.”

“Or let me blow them for you.” Val teased an antenna. 

“TMI, Val.”

Four arms wrapped securely around Vox’s body, a mouth languidly exploring shoulders and neck. A fluffy antenna tickled the back of Vox’s head. Vox started to rise, only for Val’s arms to tighten while fangs grazed skin. 

“Stay.” Val pinched one of Vox’s antenna, before all his hands began to rove. The lower set slid down to cup Vox’s hips, the upper set caressing shoulders.

Vox rolled over, screen pressed to the soft ruff around Val’s neck as Val’s hands began to wander. 

There was work to be done. 

A lithe body pressed closer.

She didn’t often wake before Charlie to truly appreciate the sight of her at rest, the enthusiastic vibrancy briefly quelled by sleep. 

Vaggie smiled at the serene look, pressing herself closer to leave a soft kiss on that rosy cheek, followed by the other. A teasing kiss to her girlfriend’s nose, which wrinkled at the touch. 

The fallen angel’s expression softened. 

Charlie’s eyes blinked open, hazy with sleep but aware. 

Without a word, Vaggie closed the distance. A press of lips, a soft sigh and exploration with parted lips. 

One eye met two. 

“All right, people, get the fuck out!” Blitzo announced, kicking the office door open with unexcesary force.

Moxxie, Millie, and Loona stared. 

“Sir, why is-“

“Satan’s tits, Moxxie, not now!”

Loona caught sight of who was waiting in the hall. Hands raised, she left the office. “I’m out. I don’t even want to know.”

“See you later Loony!” Blitzo waved a hand.  “See Moxx?”

Moxxie felt a headache coming on. 

“Try not to destroy the office.” Millie said cheerily. 

“No promises, Mills.” 

So that’s what this blog will be. Some days there’ll be more than one drabble, and other times, there’ll only be once in awhile posts. Who knows how long I’ll keep at it.

I’ll be posting a small batch of drabbles just to start this blog off.