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"I'm putting you on my to-do list." (here ya go pentious)

“…I beg your pardon?” That gets the snake to shoot Angel a very quizzical glance, looking up from where he had been in the middle of reading the daily newspaper, a pair of bifocals sitting on his face.

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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for muses who just love to flirt. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) 

"Let me distract you."

"Let's misbehave."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

"I'd look good on you."

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"

"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"

"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."

"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."

"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."

"Your lips would look so much better on mine."

"You know we should save some water, shower together."

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."

"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."

"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."

"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you."

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

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Sir Pentious happens to have two dicks by the by and they’re certainly not fucking small either.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie [ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand [ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire [ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe [ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness [ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better [ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony [ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance [ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene [ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire [ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner [ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion [ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water [ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends [ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area [ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone [ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner [ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard [ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin [ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together

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“Better hope that bullet didn’t reach any bone, Alassstor! I would hate it if any of the acid sssstarted to leech into your marrow!”

Taunting words were perhaps not the best choice at the moment, but they came to his lips nonetheless even as he watched Alastor’s great clawed hand grasp at his chest in obvious confusion and pain as the sizzling, burning, sloughing wound made itself known, the victory certainly a small one, but a victory nonetheless. He turned tail and fled, slithering as fast as his coils could carry him toward the next wreckage of the ship’s hull he could see, but just as he heard the deafening, bone rattling screech of the Radio Demon’s roar, the ground shaking with it’s weight, he felt the piercing sensation of something sharp stab itself down into his scales.

Blood ran hot down his skin thick and heavy, a scream tearing itself from his chest as he looks back to see one of Alastor’s massive talons, stabbed down right into his tail, near the end where it began to thin into a fine point. The great claw was stabbed down into the ground itself, deep into the earth, and though the pain was great, Pentious still scowled, trying his damndest to keep slithering forward even if that meant slicing the rest of his tail right down the middle, cocking his gun and aiming it right toward Alastor’s looming visage and firing once more.

He can’t but help and admit the satisfaction that burns through him when he sees that spray of red blood, that strike true that causes the accursed microphone staff to almost fall into the mud and the dirt, a satisfaction that brings a grin, however brief, to his lips, wicked and full of fangs, even as he hauls himself up onto the highest point of the wreckage. He begins to dig through the inside of his coat, probing pockets in order to try and fish out even a single replacement bullet, and when his talons touch something cold and heavy, he feels a thrill of excitement rush through him, even as his eyes steadily watch Alastor’s body shift and elongate into his more proper, more deadly demonic form.

He is quick to load the bullet into the chamber, a practiced flick of the wrist that takes him less than a second, and when the beastly deer’s claws shoot forward to attempt to grab him, he instead topples backwards, slithering coils quick to bunch up around himself into a tight ball to as to minimize the damage of the impact. He feels himself bounce off the side of the warped metal once, twice, before his momentum slows into a roll as he feels the ground go from steep to more or less flat, and he uncoils himself with his gun raised, snarling with vicious rage as he fires yet another shot, right into the Radio Demon’s chest.

“And yet you’re the one who’s bleeding firsssst!”

His lips curl into a wide, sadistic smile full of fangs, as the site of where Alastor was struck begins to visibly smoke and burn.

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Sir Pentious was…not sure how he got into this particular situation. But like hell was he about to stop.

He feels the King of Hell’s neck against his lips, his body all but crushed against his own in a heavy, frantic embrace, needy and full of desire. He is kissing against the man’s throat, nipping at patches of flesh with his teeth, his tongue swiping stripes of saliva against his neck, eyes closed as he savors the feeling of a pulse fluttering against his lips. Claws are gripping and tugging at clothes on both sides, and the sounds of heavy whines and panting fills his ears in a way that sends shudders down his spine in hot, electrifying tingles. His skin feels warm, the taste of the sweet vodka cocktail he had been drinking still fresh on his tongue as he lets it slide free of his mouth to drag right against Lucifer’s pulse point, just as he moves to seal his lips against the sensitive crook of his neck where it meets his jaw, sucking, scraping his teeth as tenderly as he can against the soft flesh, trying to see it bruise, to see what kind of colored blood the Devil himself possesses, trying to coax more of those wonderful noises into the open air.

His talons move to slide under the hem of Lucifer’s overcoat, claws gliding and palms rubbing against the soft warmth of his stomach, up his chest, pushing his clothes up with the path of his arms, exposing him to the open air. He took his time. He wanted to memorize every inch. See it all marked in the telltale bruises of his teeth.

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“To abssssolutely no one’s sssssurprise.” Pentious all but preening at this very fact.

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A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

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“Me?” He raises a brow at that, and his tail flicks, even as he moves to take another careful sip of his wine, having it drained down to at least halfway now. “I would have to know what exactly you are propossssing firsssst, if that is what I am understanding. My craft and my goalssss are lesss inclined toward that of decadence and wealthy ssssplendor as it is that of more pragmatic things. War, conquessst, the ssssubjugation of those under my territory and the expansion of my power, be it through diplomatic ties, economic trade, or through the calculation of power and force. Now, obvioussssly”, he gestures to his own wine with a flick of his free hand, “I am no stranger to occasionally trying my own hand at luxuriesss, but I wouldn’t call myssself that of a hedonist by any means. I prefer to keep my head relatively clean of drugsss, and save for the few nights I aim to get drunk, I try not to imbibe too much.”

“Of you..?” The question is unexpected, leaving him trailing off faintly as he raises a brow, looking Valentino up and down for a moment as he tries to piece together what exactly that might all mean. What Valentino is specifically asking of him, and what it could mean depending on how he answered. If the man was being truthful in his words about being interested in him, then perhaps this could be a means of gauging interest back, a means of trying to determine how Pentious himself saw the man. Whether it be out of ego or just wanting to see his analytical perspective turned on him to see what can be gleaned. Either way, it has him going quiet, slowly shifting to face Valentino properly in his seat as he does so.

“….You carry yourself with a ssssense of confidence. You are content and feel secure in your power, and in the grip you have on it, and so you feel keen enough to share it through acts of splendor or through shows of wealth and decadence, such as your clothes, your frequent trips to parties and clubs and other venues and indulging in either alcohol, drugs, or warm bodies, and of course, how your alliance with your partners has made you prosperous among the city’s cutthroat environment of Overlords and their territories. Would you say any of that is accurate?”

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He can’t but help and admit the satisfaction that burns through him when he sees that spray of red blood, that strike true that causes the accursed microphone staff to almost fall into the mud and the dirt, a satisfaction that brings a grin, however brief, to his lips, wicked and full of fangs, even as he hauls himself up onto the highest point of the wreckage. He begins to dig through the inside of his coat, probing pockets in order to try and fish out even a single replacement bullet, and when his talons touch something cold and heavy, he feels a thrill of excitement rush through him, even as his eyes steadily watch Alastor’s body shift and elongate into his more proper, more deadly demonic form.

He is quick to load the bullet into the chamber, a practiced flick of the wrist that takes him less than a second, and when the beastly deer’s claws shoot forward to attempt to grab him, he instead topples backwards, slithering coils quick to bunch up around himself into a tight ball to as to minimize the damage of the impact. He feels himself bounce off the side of the warped metal once, twice, before his momentum slows into a roll as he feels the ground go from steep to more or less flat, and he uncoils himself with his gun raised, snarling with vicious rage as he fires yet another shot, right into the Radio Demon’s chest.

“And yet you’re the one who’s bleeding firsssst!”

His lips curl into a wide, sadistic smile full of fangs, as the site of where Alastor was struck begins to visibly smoke and burn.

“You treat thisss like a damn game! I’m treating thisss as a fight to win!”

Pentious’s lips can’t help but twitch up just the faintest touch at the sight of the blood that bloomed over Alastor’s cheek like a streak of paint, can’t help but feel that brief and giddy sensation of having caused pain to the Radio Demon, if however slight, but when the tentacles rush up from the ground, dark twisting tendrils crackling with a haze of green energy, he feels himself tense, quick to leap himself off the ground and right onto the side of the demolished ruins of his ship, coils twisting and his one free hand clawing up the wreck of warped metal and twisted glass, escaping the tendrils from immediately ensnaring him. He’s quick to aim another shot, knowing he only has 7 more bullets to spare, gritting his teeth and firing another round, this time aiming properly for the arm that was holding that damnable microphone staff of his.

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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@hellsbroadcaster continued from X.

Pentious sat motionless from the other side of the table, talons holding the mug of coffee carefully, steadily, the brew on the inside a much lighter color, so much so that the brown hue was almost tinged white, having been mixed steadily with a heavy amount of both liquid cream and sugar, the drink still steaming softly with heat. His eyes did not leave Alastor’s own for a moment, his lips curled down into a frown of steady suspicion, wary and filled with a deeper, poisonous anger, one born of days past of humiliating defeats, of words, thorny and barbed, sinking deep into his visage like brambles. His gaze was filled with that same anger, that same poise as a growling beast who has yet to fully bare their fangs and snarl, prepped to strike should danger rear its head in the deer’s ominous visage. As Alastor spoke, his pupils thin ever so slightly, and the long flowing locks of his hair, stretching down his back, twitch and shudder in the faintest of motions, producing a rattling akin to a snake of the same name shaking its tail. A threat, and yet also a warning.

“…Twenty five timessss. Twenty five timesss over the lassst ninety one years.” His words were a small, but low growl, clearly revealing some of the rage at the very idea of Alastor being so careless as to not remember the times they did battle. His tail flicks faintly across the floor, a sweeping motion that makes a slow scraping sound as his scales grind against the wooden floor.

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“Of you..?” The question is unexpected, leaving him trailing off faintly as he raises a brow, looking Valentino up and down for a moment as he tries to piece together what exactly that might all mean. What Valentino is specifically asking of him, and what it could mean depending on how he answered. If the man was being truthful in his words about being interested in him, then perhaps this could be a means of gauging interest back, a means of trying to determine how Pentious himself saw the man. Whether it be out of ego or just wanting to see his analytical perspective turned on him to see what can be gleaned. Either way, it has him going quiet, slowly shifting to face Valentino properly in his seat as he does so.

“….You carry yourself with a ssssense of confidence. You are content and feel secure in your power, and in the grip you have on it, and so you feel keen enough to share it through acts of splendor or through shows of wealth and decadence, such as your clothes, your frequent trips to parties and clubs and other venues and indulging in either alcohol, drugs, or warm bodies, and of course, how your alliance with your partners has made you prosperous among the city’s cutthroat environment of Overlords and their territories. Would you say any of that is accurate?”

“…Hm. Perhapssss a little bit of both.” Pentious’s tail flicks, almost idly, and he swirls his drink in his talons before moving to take a sip. “I don’t betray all of my alliesssss, mind. Just the ones I know that are plotting to betray me firssst. I have no usssse for smiling faces that carry concealed daggers behind kind wordssss that carry no teeth to them. But assside from that? Mossstly surveying the field. Getting a sssssense of who is the mossst dangerous, and who can be left alone. Who needssss to be dealt with swiftly, and who can potentially be a ssssource of connection for me.”

His eyes finally flick over to Valentino, all of them, across his coils, all of his pupils flickering over to Valentino in unison. “And what of you? Why are you here engaging in thisss crowd? Talking to me?”