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[the-hart-radiostar666]

"Are-- Are you in heat? // vox to al whenever you would like to start something like this even if you answer today, i'll still reply to our other threads/interactions just for fun/sinday things ? up to you!

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It was the start of his rutting seasons.. And it was honestly humiliating for him having to deal with it himself, but he tends to hide himself away from others so no one can see him like this. To either wait it out or attend to it, but there was one thing he forgotten.. He still had vox under his contract, to be by his side. So this was gonna be an issue.. Especially when alastor's behavior changes drastically from a cold collective demon, then a panting feral animal in heat... Alastor was hiding in his tower in the floor and panting, and expected that no one was there around him, but when he heard the tv demon's voice in the background, his head snapped toward the direction of the other demon while his eyes were gone black and feral. "...You weren't supposed t̷̡̯͖̰͂ǫ̵̧̲͉̎ ̸̗̬͕̫͑͗̄ͅb̸̛͍̔͊ę̷̮̣͚̗̉̔͐͝ ̵͙͍͐h̴͉̫͔͑̓̑̐͝e̸͎̖̭͛́͝ͅŗ̴͂̑͛e̷̢̹̮̎̅̆̈́̃..." His voice dragged a low yet loud snarl with his radio static sound glitch out across the room, since he knows if the demon doesn't leave.. Alastor might do something to him..

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[bewitchedmuses]

Sinful Ideas

@ofmoraliity for Vox and Alastor (with guest muse Angel Dust)

Since settling in the hotel with his own radio tower again Alastor had started broadcasting again. Every evening after dinner he'd get on the air and talk about the hotel and new guests. Being the host of the hotel and advertising it the way he did best and he loved it, it reminded him of the joys of his life. But he didn't just talk about the hotel, he'd sometimes bring sinners up and have a little interview segment. Unscripted and would talk about whatever came up.

This evening Angel Dust was his guest, and though it started out tame it spiraled into one of the kinkiest and most sexual interview he ever did. It certainly would never be allowed on the air in the human world, but this was hell, they could say whatever they wanted. The freedom of that was the best. Their sensual conversation turned into what they desired in the bedroom, things they liked or wanted to do with someone. Angel just finishing up his part.

"-And that's what I'd do if I had more clients would let me top." Angel said into his microphone.

There was a brief pause as Alastor was still processing the information. "...Well! With such an interesting manhood you have hidden I'm sure you'll have clients begging for it after that detailed description..." Alastor said and Angel's giggles came through as he was the only one who could witness how flustered the radio demon was.

"For those who can't see what I'm seeing, Alastor is blushing like a bottom." Angel says and receives a glare from the radio host but chooses not to say anything to the listeners and allowed Angel to continue. "So what intimate fantasies do you have Al? We're all dying to know what turns you on."

The stag takes an audible deep breath to calm himself before answering. "I rarely think of those things, I have a rather low libido. Always have... But..." Alastor paused to think of what he would enjoy and with who. "I'd enjoy someone who worshiped me and allow me to do whatever I wanted to him." His tone had dropped to something low and sensual, bringing the microphone closer to his mouth so the audience could hear the intimacy in his voice. "A willing sacrifice that I could take my time with learning every inch of his body with my mouth and claws. Leaving my marks all over and licking up every drop of blood. I'd put them in a collar like the dog they are and would edge him until he was crying and begging for my body. I want to make his sanity completely unravel while he's helpless beneath me. Hands restrained to the bed to deprive him of touching me until I decide he gets that privilege..."

The arachnid sat across from Alastor stunned and aroused, very possibly how everyone was when listening. The radio demon was widely feared with how he was able to draw out that emotion from people. Clearly he was skilled in bringing out any emotion with just his voice. "W-woah..." Angel breathed out as he adjusted himself in his seat and crossed his legs. "You said he, so you prefer guys then?"

Alastor shrugged at the question. "Yes. Women are works of art that should be admired and respected. I would never want to humiliate them in that way." Expressing how he had no sexual attraction towards them but that didn't rule out dating. Though the audience wouldn't know because he wouldn't be going into detail.

"And I think you know my next question, What are you packing?" Angel asked the big grin.

A chuckles left the stag before he answered. "Hm... I won't go into much detail but I'm definitely a grower. What is that one saying?... Hung like a horse. Somewhat equine in shape."

"Oh damn." Angel expressed with interest. "And in your fantasy, are you giving or receiving?"

Theres a pause before he answered. "I'm giving and taking. I want everything he has. I want to give him every inch of me then ride him while I'm holding that leash attached to his collar around his neck until I've drained him of every last drop he has to give me." Alastor explained, his voice dropping to just above a whisper. But then he said something unexpected. "I know you're listening sweetheart, you're always tuned in. Give Angel a call after the show if you'd like me to come take care of you." The radio demon said with a light chuckle and returned ti his usual cheery tone.

"I think that is enough sharing for one night. Thank you Angel for joining me tonight, I'm certain that this has been the most tuned in broadcast to date."

"Thanks Al, it has been alot of fun and we all learned something we'd never thought we'd know about you."

"Heh, yes. I'm surprised with myself as well. Anyway! Goodnight Hell and thank you for tuning in. Enjoy your sinful wet dreams~" Alastor said before going off the air for the evening, snapping up a drink for both him and Angel to have after that very intimate broadcast. The arachnid taking out his phone from his chest fluff to see how long it takes for Vox to call him to get in touch with Alastor.

[stardustmcde]

"Because you're mean to me! Sorry if my dick goes soft when I hear you open your mouth." That was a lie and he knows it. But Alastor doesn't have to know.

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vox : thats a no isnt it.. // wheeze--

{{ L }} "....... You're on thin ice, Vox." No she wasn't over that shit. Was going to die over some bullshit.

[thehazingang88]

: @ofmoraliity “Lucifer.” Satan’s voice doesn’t rise—it drags, low and molten, like something pulled from the core of Hell itself. The single word lands heavy in the chamber, silencing even the distant screams beyond the walls.

He stands rigid at the edge of the obsidian table, claws flexing slowly against its surface. The stone hisses faintly under the pressure. “I want him brought in.”

A pause. Not for effect—he’s containing something.

“That… thing.” His lip curls, revealing far too many teeth. “That fucking television-headed parasite.” The air flickers with heat. A nearby imp flinches and quickly pretends not to exist.

Satan’s tail lashes once, sharp enough to crack like a whip. “He hijacks a broadcast, makes a spectacle of us—of you—and I’m supposed to what? Sit here? Smile? Let the masses laugh?” His eyes burn brighter, fixed now on Lucifer.

“I say we drag him in front of the table. Strip away the signal, the smug little persona, all of it.” His voice lowers further, turning precise. Surgical. “And then we decide if he’s worth the effort of continuing to exist.” The chamber seems to lean inward with the weight of it.

A slow grin creeps across Satan’s face, cruel and anticipatory. “Personally,” he adds, almost conversationally, “I’d like to see what’s left of him when the screen finally goes dark.” Silence follows.Waiting. Watching. For Lucifer’s answer.

A soft, almost inappropriate laugh breaks the silence.

“Wow,” Beelzebub drawls, leaning back in her chair like this is dinner theater instead of a potential execution. One leg swings lazily over the other, golden eyes glittering with amusement. “You are really mad about this.” She props her chin in her hand, watching Satan like he’s the main event.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong—” she gestures vaguely, as if summarizing Vox’s offense with a flick of her fingers, “—super disrespectful, totally chaotic, very ‘I have a death wish.’”

Another small laugh slips out, lighter this time, but edged. “But also?” She tilts her head, curls bouncing slightly. “Kind of iconic.”

Her gaze drifts to Lucifer now, sharp beneath the playful exterior. “Hijacking Hell’s airwaves, poking the Morningstar brand, stirring up all that delicious panic?” She hums. “That’s not just stupidity. That’s strategy… or insanity. Trying to take over heaven.

She straightens slightly, the air around her shifting—still warm, still indulgent, but no longer careless.

“I’m not saying don’t punish him,” she adds, voice smoother now, more deliberate. “I’m just saying… if you’re going to make a spectacle out of this, make it worth watching.”

A slow grin spreads across her face. “Interrogation?” she echoes, glancing back at Satan. “Sure. But don’t just tear him apart right away.” Her eyes gleam. “Let him talk. Let him perform. See what he thinks he’s built for himself before you rip the plug.”

She taps her fingers lightly against the table, rhythmic, almost like a beat only she can hear.

“Besides,” she adds sweetly, “if he really believes he can play in our league…” Her smile sharpens. " I want front row seats when he realizes he can’t.”

[the-smallest-star]

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Vox: HE KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE

".............. should I be worried about that?"

[wondrouscalamity]

❝ Tell   me   how   many   angels   have   already   gone   to   Hell   without   my   permission   ?    ❞

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[angelichooves]

@ofmoraliity replied to your post “✥✧∘* “I think he should kiss me sloppy style,...”:

Lucifer: i said not one word!" he hissed out.

✥✧∘* “Baby doll, you just let some fuck head loser alternative slap you. I can't believe you even took that shit. Fuck that guy. You're also the King of Hell, aren't you? You can do what you want. Don't let anyone make you feel guilty for wanting what you want."