#angelichooves

[cxffeeshxp]

Lucifer stares at this man for what feels like forever before reaching up and putting an entire hand on his man chest. - Lucifer to Thragg

{{ L }} Who is this munchkin and why is he copping a feel of Thragg's massive chest meat? "

[radioiaci]

@angelichooves ⧐ Adaile sits directly on his lap and wiggles on it. "Mine." Enjoy the weight, Hartfelt. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

...That certainly is some friction he is being teased with. His had simply been minding his business (as he often does, really!!!!) and was thumbing his way through one of his pocket novels when Adaile saw fit to fill his lap.

"...One of these days, you will need to let me finish a book without immediately seeing my lap as free real estate."

It is a gripe, but not a truly spiteful one, one of his hands - despite his complaint - moving to set palm against Adaile's hip, giving it a slight squeeze.

For all of his whining, it is not a terrible sensation.

[venisontransmission]

First week in Foster's home, and he's sitting there, already wearing lingerie in his bed. But he's really being casual about it, hands resting on his face as he laid down on his stomach, hooves kicking back and forth on the bed.

"I was wondering when you'd get back! It feels like I've been waiting forever."

Really, he should have been expecting this. It's a bit of an oversight on his part–thinking that he'd come back to his room for the evening and relax. Maybe Adaile would come and relax with him?

Turns out his lover was already very relaxed and waiting for him. Foster can't help but feel like he's under a predator's gaze–a chill runs up his spine.

"Well! This is a surprise!" He laughs, eyebrows shot high as he makes his way over.

"You could have just contacted me, you know?" If it really was taking forever, that is.

[pomniegranate]

"...You're lucky I'm allowing this." He lays his head on her lap, acting grumpy as he gets petted. He wouldn't be caught DEAD doing this with anyone else! Which is why he's in her room, away from eyes who could embarrass him. - Bullybunny

Pffft, okay. Her eyes playfully rolled at that. After learning what she now does about him, she'll let him believe whatever he wants. He was a big softie that enjoyed her hands on him; it was nothing to be ashamed about! But... she wasn't going to embarrass him about it. It was nice when he felt comfortable enough to let his walls down with her.

⸺ ❝ I'm the lucky one and yet, you're the one getting pets? I think there's a misunderstanding somewhere on who's the actual lucky one in this scenario. ❞ Her fingers continued to scratch and dig, aiming for the spots she knew he liked best from their little secret time together.

@bullybunny.

[charmed-crowd]

Vox is leaning in towards the other Vox.

"Hi."

There's the slightest jerk of Vox's shoulders, hearing his other self before he hastily composes himself. A look of annoyance hangs there now, refusing to turn fully towards him.

"What the fuck do you want?"

[hazbinned]

Sometimes I think about how the one Vox my Alastor has made up with so far has been @angelichooves ' because they were insulting eachother and then Alastor essentially said that Vox's teeth were that color from using too much toothpaste and Vox was like "so I'm clean???" and Alastor broke down laughing

[steelgrey-angel]

“Shove” - alastor

Vaggie had for once just been minding her own business. Picking up paper from the hall, the normal daily rounds for a what she had assumed was a quiet Sunday through the hotel. That was of course. Until he suddenly and ever so abruptly yanked her from the shadows and slammed her back up against a nearby wall.

The world around her swirled briefly and without time to prepare for the sudden ambush, she had been slammed back without much of a fight.

Vaggie yelped out, her back smacking against the hallway's wall and in that instant she had closed her eye in a wince. When she opened it again with a flutter of dark lashes, she'd see just who it'd been to drag her away from her duties, who's body was quite keenly trapping her there against her newfound prison.

"A-Alastor?"

Vaggie hissed out the name in flustered surprise. What the hell was going on? "Wh-...What?" She'd squirm but she was very well trapped in place. All she could do was press her hands back against the wall, groping for anything to keep her upright as she stared up at wide burning red orbs.

[alteregozowie]

@angelichooves

A crowd's collective 'awwww' was loud in his static. "I want snacks and ugly plushies! Just another thing I blame Vox for! A denial of a heavenly gift basket!"