SEXY ASK. You're Clearly Into Angel Dust (ahem, Totally Not Poisonedspider, Ahem). If You Got To Have

SEXY ASK. You're clearly into Angel Dust (ahem, totally not poisonedspider, ahem). If you got to have one night with him, what would you do?

definitely not for @poisonedspider Blitz spins around in his chair, thinking about it.

"Honestly," he says after a moment, with a quiet little snort, "probably either give him emotional whiplash or make him lose all respect for me. Because we'd probably go back to one of our places all like, sexy and giggly and shit, you know? Teasing each other, making out, being playful...

"But look, I know myself. I fuckin'... I really love soft people? So once his clothes come off and he's given permission for me to touch him, all that fuckin' fur? It's a miracle if me an' Stolas can get through a night together without me like, freaking out and rubbing my face all over him, and kicking up and down alongside that lanky motherfucker so I can rub my whole body along his, cause I like the way the feathers feel. So.... yeah that, uh, that's proooobably going to happen to Angel? He looks so soft. I'd probably try to play it all cool at first, like..."

He mimes petting. "Oh, Angel, you're so soft, I like your fur, it's so nice... and..." More petting, more quickly. "I really like your fur... Aaaand then I'd be a lost cause and just have to like, pet all of his fur and rub against him and be a big fuckin' dork, because it's just like, it's, I don't know. A nice fuckin' feeling or something. So we'd go from sexy flirting to that, and then from there...

"Listen, don't ruin my like, cool image or anything here. But I like talking to my partners about what we're actually gonna do before we do it? So I'd ask him. Adult conversations, the uh, stuff of sexy fantasies, right?" Blitz looks down and fiddles with something on his desk, embarrassed. "If he said he's in the mood for some toys, I'd show him what I had in mind so we could pick together what looks good. If he's more in the mood for some romantic vanilla shit... I... can do that, too. Or... I can try. I don't... know how to--anyway.

"I really like topping. Domming. But that's not always somethin' you can just, uh, jump right into with someone, you know? Sometimes it takes a while for people to feel comfortable with offering their trust like that. So I wouldn't push for that.

"If all we get is one night together... guess I'd ask how he wants to get fucked, then spend the whole damn night trying to make sure it's the best he's ever gotten that way. But like, sincere-best. Not exaggerated porny best. I can't compete with that shit, with his job. I just... I'd want to leave him feeling great in the morning, you know? Like somebody.... Christ, fuck. Like he was heard, wanted, and like someone fucking cherished getting to spend that time with him. Being allowed to uh... be. With him. Like...

"You know what, I'm doing a whole lot of rambling here and it's waaaaay off topic for work, I'm just gonna--yep. Look at the time, gotta go!"

BLIIIIITZØ ROCKING THAT OUTFIT (and Millie with long hair!? EXCUSE ME!??)

Someone get him a can of Raid

Blitz tearing up as he says "I'll do anything," thinking he's genuinely selling himself, before the breakup, got me in the feels. Ouch. Fuuuck.

Fuck all of this bullshit. Blitz heard Angel out, listened to every damn word, and he hated all of it, because he understood. Angel didn't seem to think he would, or could, but that was the damnable misery of shit like their lives: one couldn't help thinking they were suffering more than others somehow, or that there wasn't any way things could get better, or that someone couldn't understand.

The imp's tail wasn't often very animated around people he didn't know well, but he and Angel had been becoming friends recently, and he cared now. So, seeing Angel's distress, hearing it, and feeling his own, his tail started to twitch in sinuous little frustrated movements.

Blitz looked at their hands for a long moment, then shook his head and turned away, letting go. He started pacing.

There was shit he didn't tell people. He didn't tell Stolas. He didn't tell Moxxie. Only one person he could even remotely consider a friend knew, but nobody was going to ask Fizz about it, and Fizz wouldn't squeal on him anyway.

"You don't need to protect me," Blitz said. "If Valenfuckingtino wants to try shit with me, he's welcome to. I've dealt with a lot fucking worse. I know, I know. He's dangerous. It's Hell, everyone's dangerous, everyone's an asshole. And I do." He looked up, golden eyes practically blazing, and stopped pacing. "I do know the life of a sex worker. Not all of them are--completely fucked up by it. And some of them--us," he amended, tears shining momentarily bright in his eyes, "started real fuckin' young, because we didn't get a choice." The anger and shame made his voice break, and he quickly turned away from Angel.

"So Val's a psycho. Who here isn't?" Blitz pressed a hand to his face. "I just... don't want to lose you as a friend, alright? Whether that means I need to march in there and beat the shit out of Val," not that he really believed he could, but Blitz would try, and he would use every resource and trick at his disposal to make it work, "or we just pretend everything's fuckin' fine so we can cope, I don't... just...

"Don't leave. Alright? Please. Don't... leave. Me?"

Continued for @doublejango

Angel felt terrible for laughing, but it was impossible not to. Here was Blitz, thinking that he was going to fuck up Angel? It was the funniest joke he had heard in his afterlife. Sure, he still didn't know Blitz fully to a degree, but they all had their secrets. Especially in Hell. He shook his head, hiding the rest of his giggles at this point behind two of his hands, before snorting and pushing his hands through his hair. "Yeh' hysterical. Good one. If yeh' don't already think ah'm fucked up, yeh' clearly don't know the life of a sex worker."

He stressed, in a way of trying to affirm to Blitz that the imp would never be able to do more damage to him than he had already done to himself. He was certainly caught off guard, however, by the next things out of the smaller's mouth. The way that Blitz developed a sense of anger, enough so that Angel immediately laced his bottom two hands together, wringing them a bit nervously. He could handle anger, but he always prepared for the blow that was to often come from it.

"Ah' ain't wantin' tah' puss out." He stressed, shaking his head. "It's just, yeh' don't know mah' boss. And ah'm tryin' tah' protect yeh' here." Because he cared immensely about his friends, and protecting them, and putting their safety before his own. Before he could even explain just how cruel Valentino could be, Blitz was putting his hand out to him, Angel blinking at it in a bit of shock.

He stared at the extended hand, fighting off the urge to cry at it, taking Blitzo's hand in two of his own and gently squeezing the offer. "Ah' can't." He whispered, hating how broken his voice sounded, hating how much leverage the Overlord had over him. "Ah' can't run away, Blitz. Mah' soul is fuckin' under contract. Ah' literally can't escape because ah'm not...." Free. He couldn't say it. But he wasn't allowed to make his own choices, and he knew it.

"Ah' want this tah' work. This...whatever we have. Ah' like it. Ah' like you." He stressed, punctuating enough that his accent didn't even catch on the word. "But ah'm always gonna have tah' go tah' him first, Blitz. He pulls the strings. And ah' don't...ah' don't want that hurtin' yeh."

Crimson hated her. He hated her for so many reasons, but chief among them, because she was right. She kept things interesting. He never quite knew what to make of Betty, but the fact that she was here, that she wanted to be here, that she stuck around when she had no reason to, when she had to know better? Every day, that grew just a little more intriguing. And while Crimson had no intention of ever truly trusting her, his instincts seemed to disagree with that choice.

She felt trustworthy.

It was a poor business decision, getting involved with an unpredictable, feral beast like her...

But here they were.

His eyes locked onto hers, Crimson took her firmly by the chin and ran the claw on his thumb down her jaw, down her throat--hard enough to hurt, even if it wasn't hard enough to draw blood.

"Alright," he said, after a long silence. "You want a taste of my blood? Go ahead. But," he snapped his fingers, and several guards came in, "you go too far, Betty-babe, and you'll be sleeping with the aquatic bitches." Maybe this wasn't a huge and sweeping statement of trust in the grand scheme of things, but for Crimson, it was. He didn't trust people easily. He didn't open up easily. But this charming lunatic--what was that phrase punks these days were using? Rizz? She rizzed him up and it worked.

He let go of her jaw. "Don't hurt me bad, doll, and maybe you'll get another chance." He wasn't excited at the thought of pain, but hey, if a little pain meant his vampire pet was happy? Sure, he could take it. Why not?

What was the worst that could happen?

[ Cont. ]

“ Oh, baby…I do not want you to call in just someone. I want YOU to be that someone. “

Eyes narrow with SINISTER EUPHORIA, watching as he flicked his tail out of her grasp. Taking all of this as a GAME, the warlord stuck her tongue out playfully and spun the mobster around in a circle, pushing her large head up against his neck like a BEAR DESIRING PETS.

“ Oh, please.

Do you not tell me you do not ENJOY MY PRESENCE — I make shit ENTERTAINING around here! I am SMARTER THAN MOST OF YOUR STUPID, AQUATIC BITCHES.

ADMIT IT ~ . “

@doublejango