#dorkydemcn

[calebron]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❤ -- @dorkydemcn

He stands in front of Jerry's door with a bottle of liquor and looking like he had just spend an entire week at a night club.

--- " Hey baby ~ "

[burning-fcols]

✧ 「  @ᴅᴏʀᴋʏᴅᴇᴍᴄɴ   」   ✧  - ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ★

「 ☆ 」 Fogged by desperate want, it takes Stolas a moment to shed the confusion as to why Jerry suddenly stopped. Blearily opening with questioning blinks, dazed expression clears with widened eyes and a sharp intake of breath. His voice rings with clarity in his mind, echoing Blitz's name... while Jerry's dick had been buried deep within. It's no wonder the lizard had hastily made his exit. Frankly, Stolas is surprised he hadn't been STRUCK for such a transgression. Lord knows his father and Stella have always seen fit to hit him whenever he acted in a way that wasn't wanted.

But Jerry is a far kinder sort... Yet this is how Stolas repaid him for such patience and understanding. No wonder all his relationships ( as if those false bonds could be considered such ) ended with such malice and heartbreak. He's undeserving of anything else. Scrambling to sit upright, hands hastily gather up the blanket to cover his naked form, not feeling like it's appropriate to be so brazenly unclothed in front of Jerry now that the mood has turned so sour. Hands trembling by his chest, Stolas blinks back tears in tandem, bitterly fogging his gaze as he emits a panicked—

❝ Wait! ❞

Shocked by the utter desperation in a single word, glowing gaze is riveted upon Jerry's unresponsive form. Fighting to break through the betrayed trance, anguish overflows from his broken voice, ❝ Please don't go! I'm sorry, I— I didn't mean to! I don't even know why I— why... Please, I just— Don't go. PLEASE, don't go! ❞ Tears streak down his face, white pupils shining through terrified pools of scarlet. Feathers now ruffled from more than their passionate coupling, he shudders pitifully through his sobbing. Begging becomes barely audible as he whimpers, ❝ Please don't hate me... ❞

Like Blitz does.

❝ Pl-Please don't leave me. ❞

Like Blitz did. 「 ☆ 」

[volac-boutique]

    Volac towered next to the door of her boutique - smiling sweetly at her newest customer. " Hello~ " The vixen cooed. " Are you looking for anything in particular~? "

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[diffxrentwxrlds]

@dorkydemcn

{{ L }} “You said you are here cause you defended yourself, you should be mad like all Hell that self defense led you here and make sure no one messes with you again. Like...are you happy just being stepped on, used and abused? Is there some weird enjoyment you get out of it?” Leif sighed, he couldn’t figure out why he cared so much. Jerry was a demon now, Leif didn’t like demonkind....but...they usually gave him a reason but Jerry hasn’t. 

[calebron]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❤ -- @dorkydemcn

" Hey, Jerry! Have you seen my ballgag? I could've sworn I put it back in the nightstand... "

[burning-fcols]

✧ 「   @ᴅᴏʀᴋʏᴅᴇᴍᴄɴ   」   ✧  - ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ★

「 ☆ 」 Demeanor does NOT match the design, Angel more taken off-guard by the others actions than running into him in the first place. Helped up as if he weighs no more than a feather ( not that he’s ever been heavy to begin with ) confused gaze studies the imposing sinner as shockingly-gentle hands brush dirt off him. It’s been a long time since he’s been treated like he was made of porcelain. Shame he can’t enjoy it for a bit longer, but he’s in a bit of a time-crunch; as the rapidly-approaching footsteps can attest.

❝ Uh— Don’ worry ‘bout it… ❞ He awkwardly replies, taking the others confusion in stride. It’s not the first time he’s been mistaken for a woman and frankly, it won’t be the last. Were it any other instance, he'd have some fun with it. Maybe even have some fun with the STRANGER. Few things are more satisfying than the realization in another man's eyes when they discover they still want to fuck him, regardless of Angel's gender. Besides, this towering lizard looks like he could show someone a good time. Lord knows Angel could use one of those.

Before Angel can usher a quick reassurance that he's fine and be on his way, they have some... company. Groaning at the interruption, mouth opens to snap at the creeps. Venomous words get caught in his throat from the others sudden action, Angel blinking with surprise at the body positioned between himself and the danger. Cheeks dusting pink, Angel peeks around the stranger's body, gaze then raising to take in his expression. He seems serious... Understandable, considering how massive he is. Even if Angel can't be sure how much is a bluff. He had seemed so fidgety earlier, it's hard to imagine this guy having too much bite in him.

The aggressive group appears to have the same idea... Emboldened by having numbers on their side— and the temptation of experiencing Hell's biggest star too enticing to pass-up —they don't heed the lizard's warning; the leader ( a gruff hellhound, muzzle covered in scars with a torn ear ) barking out a harsh laugh, before mocking through a perverse snarl, ❝ That WHORE seemed pretty interested earlier... All sorts of promises comin' from that pretty mouth. ❞ With a step forward, gleaming eyes leave the lizard to focus on Angel instead, grin growing hungrier as a long tongue slides across sharp teeth.

Grimacing, the spider silently glares back, fur bristling as the Hellhound ends with, ❝ So why don't you drop th' Hero Act an' move along... B'fore you end up gettin' killed over some stupid slut. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[calebron]

@dorkydemcn​ ❤’ed

“ Hey baby ~ Missed me? “ He’s finally back from prison. 

[burning-fcols]

✩    「   @dorkydemcn​    」   ✩  - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」     ❝  Well, yeah— Of course we’re friends.  ❞  Angel says with a light laugh, patting Jerry’s hand a few times before moving it away. Resting his elbow on the table, cheek is propped up by a fist as he continues through a grin,  ❝  D’ya think I’d be hangin’ around you fo’ free if we weren’t? My time’s valuable, baby… and I’ve decided that you’re worth it~  ❞  Not many people get to see this side of Angel. Playful in a calm, casual way. Comfortable in his flowy sundress, no need for dramatic airs or form-fitting clothes. Not needing to fill a role— any more than he normally does —because someone paid to see it.

Around Jerry, he doesn’t need to try quite so hard.

The bashful guy deserves a reward for that.

Leaning further over the table, chest rests on his crossed arms, fluff spilling from the low neckline of his dress. Fluttering his lashes, he playfully adds,  ❝  I’ve also decided that I’d like t’ show ya a li’l thanks. Fer bein’ such a great guy… So, how about it? It ain’t a big deal. Jus’ two people pressin’ their lips togetha’ an’ havin’ a bit of fun~  ❞  It’s funny, despite all the stuff he’s done, Jerry’s flushed expression makes Angel feel as if he’s suggesting a full-out orgy. He supposes he can’t judge the other too harshly. Kisses aren’t to be taken lightly… Not when someone thinks they matter.

Smile turning softer, voice follows suit, a hand reaching out to cup Jerry’s cheek,  ❝  C’mon, Jer-Bear… I wanna do this. If you end up not likin’ it, then we can pretend th’ whole thing neva’ happened, alright?  ❞  From the light chuckle interlaced in the suggestion, Angel clearly doubts that’ll be the case.  ❝  Tell ya what, if you’re interested- then meet me half-way.  ❞  Brushing his thumb against the other’s cheek before lowering his hand, Angel moves a bit closer, leaving enough space between them for Jerry to have to make a move for anything to happen.  ❝  An’ if you ain’t, jus’ lemme know an’ we can get back t’ lunch. Eitha’ way, you got nothin’ t’ lose.  ❞  

Patiently waiting to see what Jerry does, Angel calmly studies Jerry’s reaction, eyes glittering with a fond curiosity.   「 ☆ 」