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i-have-not-slept · 2 months

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By The Angel Bingo Prompt — Free Space

Pairing: Malec

This is for the By The Angel Bingo hosted by @malecdiscordserver

For my free space, I chose the prompt Morning Sex

Warning: NSFW

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Alec enjoys mornings, as a rule. Since he was very young, he was drilled to wake up early, ready for whatever the day might decide to throw at him. It’s become a habit, and it’s kind of nice to be awake when most of the world is still silent and sleeping.

For the past five years, mornings have also meant waking up next to Magnus, which is reward enough for anyone. Now, waking up early means that Alec gets to roll over and see Magnus’s face first thing. Every time, it shocks him with how happy he is.

On this particular morning, however, there’s a hefty stack of reports from various Institutes that need the Consul’s attention. So Alec does what he usually does when he wakes up before Magnus: makes a cup of coffee and slides back into bed beside him, balancing the paperwork on his knees.

He takes a brief moment to glance over at Magnus, sprawled out on his side with his limbs going in every direction, uncoordinated and messy as he only is when he’s asleep. In contrast to Alec, Magnus tends to sleep late, sprawling out luxuriously until eight or nine when he’s not working. Alec doesn’t mind at all. If he could, he would simply sit and stare at Magnus until he wakes up. But sadly, there’s work to be done, and so Alec squints down at the first page, trying to concentrate of a description of how the Zagreb Institute took out a hidden nest of Ravener demons.

Magnus sighs in his sleep, rolling onto his stomach, and Alec runs an absent hand through his hair, soothing and caressing until Magnus’s sighs and mutters die down into even breathing again. Alec flicks through the next report, skimming more than actual reading. He signs the final page and sets it aside before reaching for another.

Magnus sighs again, this time a little louder, and Alec glances over at him to check he hasn’t woken up. But no, he’s still soundly asleep. Golden sunlight falls across the curve of his cheek, the long arch of his spine, beautiful little sunspots that Alec wants to press his lips to, kiss the warmth lingering on Magnus’s skin. But these reports aren’t going to sign themselves, and so Alec goes back to reading.

Magnus shifts again, hands now fisting in the pillow under his cheek. He makes another sleepy noise. This one’s not really a sigh, it’s more of a—

Alec stops. He pauses. Then, very deliberately, he puts the report down on the bedside table and looks over at Magnus. He’s still fast asleep, eyes closed and features slack. But now Alec stares at him, feeling every nerve in his body spring to shocked life as Magnus shifts on the mattress and opens his mouth in what is unmistakably a moan.

By the Angel. Alec’s only heard a sound like that from Magnus when he’s been very decidedly awake, and Alec’s usually been the one causing it. He’s never heard Magnus make a single sound like that in his sleep.

But it’s unmistakable. And as Magnus shifts again, Alec’s mouth goes drier than a desert as he realises Magnus’s restlessness isn’t just random movements. He’s— he’s moving his hips. Alec sits there, dumbstruck, as his unconscious husband grinds against the mattress next to him, breath leaving his mouth in little pants, sounding debauched and desperate.

Magnus’s lips part, and he moans, “Alec.” And then again, louder in case Alec somehow didn’t get the message: “Alec!”

Alec’s pulse surges, blood pounding in his ears. Magnus is dreaming about him. What’s happening in his subconscious? Alec is dying to dive inside his mind right now, see exactly what gorgeous, depraved visions Magnus’s semiconscious mind has conjured up. In his dreams, does Alec grab his wrists and pull him closer? Does he push a leg between Magnus’s thighs for him to rut against? Does he pin Magnus against a wall, plastering their bodies together as he grabs Magnus’s thigh in his hand, pushing it up to open him to Alec’s fingers?

Magnus is panting hotly now. His mouth has left a damp patch on the pillow as little puffs of air escape him, accompanied by the occasional “Mmmm.” or “Alec.”

And Alec wants— he wants to wake him up straight away, flip him over and give him the good fuck he so clearly craves. He wants Magnus awake and writhing with pleasure under him. But he has no idea how these kinds of situations work. He has no idea what’s allowed, how far his rights as a husband and a lover extend. Should he wake Magnus up or let him sleep? Should he leave the room? Is Magnus going to want him there when he wakes up? Alec tries to form a coherent thought, mind distracted and addled by the sight of Magnus pushing his knees up towards his chest as he ruts against the pillow under him. The sheet covering him slips further down, exposing more of his back, brown and sun-kissed and glimmering with the faintest sheen of sweat. A little more and it would slip off entirely, exposing the simply glorious curve of his ass. Alec shudders a little with suppressed want. He forces it down, mind racing with indecision as he tries to figure out the best course of action.

As it turns out, he doesn’t need to decide, because the next moment Magnus moans so loud he apparently wakes himself up. He jerks awake, head snapping up and eyes blinking in sleepy confusion. He blinks at Alec, still half-asleep and struggling to focus.

“Magnus.” Alec says, more surprised than anything else.

Magnus blinks at him. “Alec.” he says, his voice thick and heavy from sleep. “What…how…”

Alec just stares at him, and Magnus seems to notice the condition he’s in— rumpled, sweaty, half-asleep and very obviously aroused.

He flushes, cheeks going a dark red that Alec desperately wants to kiss. “Oh.” he says. “Was that…was I…”

“Yes.” Alec says honestly. “You were. Definitely. And you were sort of, um—” He feels his own face flush in turn. “You were sort of…..moving. Against the mattress.

Magnus, if possible, turns even redder. “I’m so sorry. That— that hasn’t happened to me in a long time.” He laughs, sounding self-conscious, and Alec doesn’t get it. Is Magnus— embarrassed? Surely not. Surely Magnus can see that he had absolutely nothing to apologise for, that he makes Alec’s life infinitely better every day simply by existing.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Alec says. He shifts a tiny bit closer to Magnus. “It was….”

Hot, his brain supplies, but he doesn’t know if that’s too much, too soon. Magnus has barely just woken up, after all.

“Interesting.” he finishes, setting for the word that feels safest.

Magnus tilts his head, looking genuinely curious. “Interesting how?”

Alec swallows, aware that the room suddenly feels hotter. What the hell. He’s just going to go for it.

“I was wondering what you were dreaming about.” he confesses.

Magnus’s eyes widen a fraction. His head tilts back towards Alec, and the look in his eyes is just enough to make Alec that little bit bolder.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asks.

Magnus’s eyes flick down to the bedcovers for a moment before he looks up at Alec again.

“Oh,” he says, and there’s a hint of challenge in his eyes. “You want to know, do you?”

“What were you dreaming about?” Alec repeats stubbornly.

Magnus looks at him thoughtfully, a teasing smile spreading across his face. Then he sits up, shuffling around until he’s cuddled up next to Alec, head resting on his shoulder. His eyes sparkle wickedly, and Alec swallows.

“In my dream,” Magnus breathes, running a hand up and down Alec’s arm, “we were in bed together. Like this.” He gives Alec a brief, teasing look. There’s sin deep in those eyes of his, sweeter than honey.

“I was on my side.” Magnus continues. “You were behind me.” He taps his fingers against Alec’s shoulder. “One of your arms was wrapped around my waist. Your other hand was holding my thigh, pushing it up to open me.”

“Magnus.” Alec breathes. He’s not sure if he can take much more of this.

“Have I told you I love your hands?” Magnus teases. He takes one of them and puts it on his chest, over his heart. “So lovely and big and warm…Oh, and I love everything you can do with them, my darling.” He brings Alec’s hand to his mouth and kisses it, then very gently bites Alec’s fingertips.

“It was a very nice dream,” Magnus murmurs, releasing Alec’s hand. He slides languorously down to the bed again, stretching out like a cat. “But a dream just can’t compare to the real thing.”

And Alec feels the last of his resolve break as he reaches out for him. He pushes Magnus over, onto his stomach again, and runs a hand down his back. He’s so gorgeous that Alec thinks his heart might actually stop beating, sending him into cardiac arrest over his husband’s beauty.

And it would be worth it. It would be the most perfect way to die, with Magnus looking at him like that, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded as he looks at Alec over his shoulder.

Alec mouths over his skin, kissing the golden splashes of sunlight like he’s been craving to do. Magnus’s flesh is warm under his mouth, and he tastes of salt and spices. Alec licks a broad stripe up his back, chasing the flavour. Magnus digs his fingers into the mattress and groans, hips moving in tiny aborted circles against the silk.

“Alec.” he says breathlessly. “Whatever you’re planning on doing, just— hurry up and do it, please.”

“Someone’s impatient.” Alec teases. He sucks on the side of Magnus’s neck, just below his ear, suctioning the skin until a bruise starts to form. Magnus’s back arches and he tries to grab the sheets, but the smooth gold silk offers no purchase. He scrabbles ineffectually, hands sliding as he lets out small frustrated whimpers.

Alec decides the teasing’s gone on long enough. He lifts himself off Magnus and reaches across the bed to grab the pillow Magnus had been grinding against mere minutes before. He taps Magnus’s hip. “Up.” Magnus complies instantly, raising his hips enough for Alec to slide the pillow underneath, bringing him into an arch with his pelvis raised.

Alec drapes himself over him, plastering his front to Magnus’s back. He’s been hard this whole time, and his cock is trapped between their bodies, pressed into the small of Magnus’s back where he can no doubt feel it.

For a moment Alec thinks Magnus is too far gone to do magic, but then he waves his hand with a weak groan and a bottle of lube appears in Alec’s hand. He sits back on his haunches for a moment and applies a generous amount to Magnus’s entrance before dipping a finger inside him.

He clenches down immediately, clearly desperate for anything in him at all. Alec smirks. He curls his finger up towards Magnus’s spine, knowing exactly where all of his nerves are, exactly where to touch and press to make him writhe.

He adds a second finger and Magnus rolls his hips on them, hands clenching and unclenching as he presses down deeper and deeper. Alec curls his fingers in a beckoning motion, and Magnus’s muffled half-scream is the sweetest music in the world to his ears.

Angel, he’s beautiful. Alec could spend the rest of his life in this moment, never leaving this perfect tableau of sunlight and silk and Magnus, Magnus, Magnus. He can’t wait any longer, overwhelmed by the visceral need to be joined to him. To melt together until he can no longer tell where his body ends and Magnus’s begins. To press their bodies together until their very essences bleed into each other.

Alec sprawls out over him again, this time guiding himself to the wet, delicious warmth of Magnus’s body. Magnus rocks back to meet him as Alec presses forward, every inch that he sinks into Magnus like coming home. It’s absolute perfection. He feels Magnus suck in air, taut and trembling as Alec pushes fully into him, until he’s as deep as he can possibly go, their bodies fused together from shoulders to toes. Magnus moans breathlessly and sprawls loose and pliant under him. “Alec…”

His hands flex restlessly, and Alec slides his hands over Magnus’s, threading his fingers through his husband’s and linking their hands together. Magnus’s fingers curl tightly around his as Alec rolls his hips slowly, pressing Magnus against the mattress before drawing up again, pulling almost all the way out of him before sinking back in again. His hips move in slow, deep circles, a motion that has Magnus arching back and chasing Alec’s hips with his own.

“‘M here.” Alec assures him. He keeps moving, slow and deliberate, pressing a kiss to the back of Magnus’s neck before dropping his head down to whisper in his ear.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Alec murmurs to him, “all laid out like this, with the sunlight on your skin.” He thrusts into him again, deep and languorous, and Magnus’s legs shake where they’re pressed against Alec’s. Alec can feel the drops of sweat gathering and rolling down his calves. Magnus is close, he can tell. No surprise, considering he’d clearly gotten worked up from rutting against the mattress just moments ago.

“Want to spend every morning like this with you.” Alec continues. He brings one hand to Magnus’s hip, squeezing it, angling his pelvis up just the tiniest fraction more, making Magnus shudder at the new angle. “When I saw you— moaning my name in your sleep— that was so hot.”

“Alexander.” Magnus gasps, eyelids fluttering and mouth falling open.

“Magnus.” Alec breathes to him in the same tone, and it’s on the next roll of his hips that Magnus cries out comes, walls clamping down hard on Alec's cock. His whole body spasms, hands clawing at the sheets so hard Alec is certain they’ll rip, until he goes utterly limp, panting with his face pressed against the mattress.

Alec fucks him through it, the vibrations of Magnus’s body drawing him closer and closer to the edge, until he can’t hold back any more and comes with one final deep thrust. It catches him off guard, every time, how every nerve in his body draws tighter than a bowstring, tense and trembling, then something snaps and he’s spilling inside Magnus, vision whiting out from the intensity of it. And then afterwards, that exhausted, heavy feeling that makes all his limbs relax as he melts against Magnus, craving the warmth of his skin.

After a few long, hazy moments, Alec comes back to himself just enough to kiss the back of Magnus’s neck. “Was that good?” he murmurs into Magnus’s ear, voice thick and drowsy. “Did you enjoy it?”

Magnus still seems barely capable of speech. He nods, incoherently, and turns his head so Alec can lean in and kiss him. He gasps softly against Alec’s lips, and Alec can’t help feeling a twinge of smug satisfaction. Magnus is usually so eloquent, so poised, and yet Alec has the ability to turn him into a shivering, sweaty mess of limbs, so drunk on desire he can barely speak. Alec isn’t normally a proud person, but he’s proud of this. He looks at Magnus, lost in a hazy, post-coital flush, and thinks, I did that. I did that to him.

“Did I enjoy it?” Magnus gets out eventually. He blinks at Alec, brow furrowing into something resembling a glare. “Does your ego really need an answer to that?”

Alec can’t help it; he grins and wraps his arms around Magnus. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

Magnus slowly eases himself over onto his back, causing Alec to slip out of him. Magnus instantly reaches out to pull Alec down against him again, wrapping his arms around Alec’s shoulders. Alec rests his chin on Magnus’s chest, looking down into his honey-gold eyes.

Magnus taps a finger against Alec’s lips. “That,” he says, “was the best morning sex I’ve ever had. Ever.” He pulls Alec’s head down and kisses his nose. Alec scrunches up his face and Magnus laughs, the happiest noise in the world.

Alec pulls back and looks at him thoughtfully for a second. Then he leans down and kisses Magnus properly, coaxing his mouth open, warm and a little messy and perfect. Alec kisses along the curve if Magnus’s jaw and presses openmouthed kisses to his neck.

“My Alexander.” Magnus murmurs against his ear. “How you spoil me.”

“No more than you deserve.” Alec breathes. It’s true— Magnus deserves the world. Alec could spend the rest of his life worshipping him and it still wouldn’t be as much as Magnus deserves. It’s an honour and a privilege to wake up beside him every morning. To see him in all his unguarded glory, the way no one else gets to see him, open and vulnerable and entirely Alec’s.

Magnus pushes on his chest, and Alec takes the hint, sitting up cross-legged and leaning back. Magnus sits upright gracefully and flows into his lap, legs twining around Alec’s hips. He pulls Alec in and kisses him again, hands threading through Alec’s hair. “Thank you, darling.” he whispers, and Alec thinks that, as mornings go, this one started pretty well. Considering he’d intended to spend it signing Clave reports, ending up with golden sunlight and a lapful of Magnus is a much, much more agreeable state of affairs.

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demy85 · 2 months

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Mundanes and their tournaments

My third prompt fill for 'By the Angel Bingo' hosted by @malecdiscordserver is up

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They were on the move, it was a gloomy night and they had a job to do.

It was Izzy's first mission and Alec knew that there was no room for anything to go wrong.

Even though they were still children, their parents expected them to be obedient and dutiful.

After they had found and destroyed the Shax Demon's nest, Alec was finally able to breathe normally again.

Then he heard Izzy scream with joy and saw her running towards him with a piece of paper in her hand.

“Alec, hey Alec, look what I found here,” she shouted, a little out of breath, as she held the paper out in front of him.

'Come to our open archery tournament'

He had had a hunch that the area looked familiar, and now it was confirmed. The archery range he had been going to every now and then, on the sly of course, had to be somewhere nearby.

Alec took the paper, crumpled it up and threw it somewhere behind him. He had no time for this kind of fooling around. He had to prepare himself to take over as Head of the Institute and not spend his time thinking about a mere mundane pastime, let alone participating in such a tournament.

Without exchanging another word, he set off in the direction of the Institute to report back to his mother without fail.

He didn't wait for his siblings to follow him, for Alec knew there was little point in making them go with him. The two of them had a mind of their own and had a habit of blowing off some steam in a club or bar after a mission like this. Well that's at least what Jace did and Alec was pretty sure Izzy would rather follow his hot-headed parabatai instead of her boring big brother.

Truth be told, Alec envied them both a little.

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Alec, who at just eighteen had been officially appointed acting Head of the Institute while his parents had been summoned back to Idris, was also one of the few Shadowhunters who had chosen the bow and arrow as his signature weapon.

He wanted to do everything he could to make his parents proud, but he hadn't reckoned on how persistent his little sister could be.

Izzy just wouldn't stop talking about the tournament and raving about what an excellent archer Alec was. And she wasn't entirely wrong; despite his young age, Alec had already been considered one of the best archers at the time. At least within Shadowhunter society.

So when Jace started teasing him about the tournament and saying that he was afraid to compete with a few mere mundanes, Alec saw red.

He just couldn't let his siblings make fun of him, so in a knee-jerk reaction, he signed up for the tournament.

Alec just hoped his parents wouldn't get wind of it.

A few extra training sessions with his 'signature weapon' before the tournament certainly wouldn't hurt either, so he spent as much time as possible on the Institute's own archery range.

With four weeks to go until the tournament, Alec intended to give it his absolute best.

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Alec went to great lengths to ensure that he was perfectly trained for the tournament in order to make an impression on his siblings and deflect the mocking comments. With each training session on the archery range, he honed his skills even further. He was sure that his bow and arrow skills would be enough to win the tournament, but one could never be too careful. So he spent every spare minute improving his accuracy.

Over the following weeks, Alec perfected his technique and honed his senses as he tirelessly shot arrows on the range.

Izzy and Jace, initially amused, soon realized that Alec's determination was not to be underestimated. They now eagerly followed his progress as he prepared for the tournament.

The tension grew as the day of the tournament drew nearer. Alec felt the pressure, but his determination was unwavering. His parents were still unaware of his impulsive decision, and Alec fervently hoped it would stay that way.

With a steady gaze and signature weapon in hand, Alec finally stood ready on the day of the tournament, determined to show his siblings that he was good enough to win a tournament for the mundane.

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When he saw his fellow competitors, his nerves were on edge and his stomach turned. Sweat started to trickle down his brow and an uneasy feeling spread through him, something he had never felt before.

There was no question that he absolutely needed to win the tournament. He couldn't allow himself the embarrassment of failure. Izzy and Jace would never stop teasing him about it otherwise.

It was at that very moment that he made a decision of which he wasn't particularly proud, but neither did he see any other alternative. He had to be sure that he was going to emerge victorious.

A few minutes before the start of the tournament, Alec disappeared into one of the toilets and returned to the archery range just in time.

The tournament began and he sank one arrow after another into the X, even though all ten targets were at varying distances to him.

He came out the glorious winner. At least that's what Izzy and Jace said, who had no idea what Alec had done just minutes before the tournament began.

His victory left a bittersweet aftertaste in Alec's mouth.

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When the tournament and the official awards ceremony were over, a man approached the group of Shadowhunters, who were engaged in a lively conversation.

They startled when they heard the amused voice and stared at the newcomer in disbelief.

Alec's breath was knocked out of his lungs. This man, he was indescribably gorgeous and had a flamboyant air about him. It was almost as if he was surrounded by an aura that magically attracted Alec.

He sincerely hoped that his siblings wouldn't notice that he seemed to be drawn to the man. Alec had never before confided in anyone about his sexuality and under no circumstances was he going to let them find out like that.

As he rebuked Alec, "Now, now young Shadowhunter. Is that any way to win a tournament?" Alec finally snapped out of his daydreaming and looked at him, taken aback.

But the man simply grinned at Alec and his expression told him that the man knew very well that Alec had cheated. That he had used the precision rune.

"How..." he began to stammer, but stopped speaking abruptly when a pair of beautiful cat eyes stared back at him.

Magnus Bane, ever the powerful warlock, smiled at Alec and held out his hand. "I'm Magnus," he introduced himself. Alec could hardly believe that this mesmerizing man was at all speaking to him. He took Magnus' hand and it was then that a tingling sensation traveled up his arm and lodged itself inside his core. A warm sensation flooded his body suddenly and he was pretty sure that he was blushing.

"Alec...um...Alec Lightwood," Alec managed to mumble shyly. He couldn't stop staring at Magnus, simultaneously in a state of embarrassment and excitement. Magnus seemed to notice the way Alec seemed to be struggling as his smile grew even wider.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alexander," Magnus almost purred with a twinkle in his eye. Alec couldn't help but smile back.

And that was exactly the moment when Alexander Gideon Lightwood fell head over heels in love with Magnus Bane.

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insane-eli · 2 months

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We hadn’t turned on the lights yet, so the room was only lit by the afternoon sunlight peeking through the wood-framed windows

#we had to flee our home as it was invaded by mice & bedbugs – inspectors said it’s ‘deplorable’ but landlord won’t act #turned out pretty good!#the lights are on but nobody is home #yet so far #the room where it happens #only like #by the angel bingo #sunlight photography #through the woods #who framed roger rabbit #windowsxp

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fabuloustrash05 · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Season 2 Predictions/Wishlist

Lilith is the main antagonist but Charlie and the others don’t know

Lucifer is a massive simp for his (ex?) wife (Like Manny’s dad with his ex wife in El Tigre)

The Vees get a more primary focus, while Lilith is the main antagonist they can be the secondary antagonists

Alastor betrays the hotel

And because Husk and Niffty’s souls are owned by Alastor they also maybe betray the hotel by helping Alastor against their will

Sir Pentious in Heaven shenanigans

Cherri missing Sir Pentious (maybe they start a long distance relationship, if possible?)

Emily rebelling against Sara

Sir Pentious meets and befriends Angel Dust’s sister, Molly

Angel Dust reunites with his family (drama ensues)

Adam comes back as a demon in hell.

Adam becomes a guest at Charlie’s hotel in hopes to return back to Heaven (after knowing it’s possible to be redeemed once learning that Pentious got to Heaven)

More of Husk’s backstory. See flashbacks of him during his Overlord days

Niffty lore

Huskerdust moments, maybe feelings start blooming between them or even have them kiss?? Or hold hands. I’m happy with either

More Alastor vs Vox

Charlie has to do the favor she promised Alastor

Alastor stops smiling (Lilith may or may not be the reason)

Eve appears?

#this is my season 2 bingo card #random thoughts #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lilith morningstar #lucifer morningstar #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #hazbin emily #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #hazbin vox #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin molly #Huskerdust #lucifer x lilith #cherrisnake

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storm--bound · 6 months

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Monarchal Summit bingo anyone? 😎

First Redacted post, hello fandom

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fallenangelics · 22 days

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Cat Got Your Tongue?

PAIRING | Angel Dust/Husk

WORD COUNT | 1407

SUMMARY | After a long day of filming, Angel is ready to have a relaxing night at the bar flirting with a specific kitty as a means to overexpress his emotions until Husk flips the switch and leaves Angel's heart jackhammering against his chest at some simple words and touches.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Flirting

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EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | Banter

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"Hey Whiskers," Angel Dust purred as he sauntered towards the bar with a sway in his hips. He had just gotten back from an all-day shoot, Val calling him in bright and early to make sure they could fit in as many different scenes as possible. The long hours of shooting almost made him contemplate staying the night in his old room at the Vees tower, but then he remembered there was a certain kitty always waiting up for him. “You haven’t been up long waitin’ for little ol’ me, have you?”

“Pfft, no,” A laugh almost echoed off Husk’s lips with the words as his usual grimace-laced face filled with amusement. Even as Husk laughed at his expense, Angel couldn’t help but smile as he sat down at the bar in the same seat as every other occasion, resting his head in a hand. Without even a second passing, Husk was loading a martini glass onto the counter and sliding it over to him. “I had jobs to do. Manning the bar ain’t the only thing I got to do in a day.”

“Oh really?” Angel questioned suspiciously as he brought the drink up to his lips for a test sip. Everything Husk made him was always amazing, he had however grown a habit of checking every drink before properly relaxing and drinking it since beginning working for Val, not that he ever thought Husk would do something such as drug his drink. “And what is it that you get up to when I’m not around, Babycakes?”

“Many things,” Husk supplied without actually listing anything, hoping it would allude to enough unneeded examples so that Angel wouldn’t feel the need, not that it stopped the Sinner.

“Like?” Angel continued to push, setting his drink down to lean further across the bar, the short dress that Val had made him wear that didn’t even cover half of his ass falling down at his chest fluff, exposing the makeshift cleavage.

“Like cleaning drinks, restocking alcohol, shopping for toppers,” Husk trailed off, trying to keep an air of nonchalance as he listed the first few things that came to mind. Of course, they had all been things he did for the bar, leaving him to hope that his mannerisms spoke more as if there were far too many to count. He wasn’t however about to Angel what Alastor had him doing throughout the day.

“That all sounds like bartender duties to me,” If it was possible Angel somehow shifted closer in his seat, trying to bring his face closer to Husk’s. A few bristles of his chest fluff began to brush against Husk’s due to this proximity, one of his extra hands coming up to walk his fingers across the bar top. “Are you sure you're as busy as you say you are? It’s okay to admit that you were just waitin’ up for me, I’m not gonna judge you, Baby.”

“Is that so?” Husk asked, his voice coming out raspy to his own ears. The sound of which sent chills running down Angel’s spine, never having heard the bartender speak in such a way. Something inside his brain clicked at the notion, his attention suddenly spiking as he applied all of it to Husk. A choked hum of agreement was forced from Angel’s lips as he tried to keep his composure. “Well, I can go on all night ‘Baby,’ if that’s what you want to do.”

Husk had pushed himself to meet Angel in the middle. Their faces were impossibly close, breaths intertwining as they shared the same air. It was almost intoxicating, Husk being this close to him willingly without Angel having to go the extra mile to get up close and personal with him. From this close-up, he could see all the golden ridges of his irises, the crinkles of his little nose and every piece of stray hair that made up his furry being.

Clamming up, Angel could do nothing else but stare at Husk for a few seconds, his cheeks heating just from the proximity, sound and word choice that Husk had delivered. He hadn’t even been touched by the guy and he was ready to squeal like a virgin. It was almost embarrassing, having his mouth hung slightly agape and his face flaring to life, only concealed by the fur on his cheeks.

It seemed Angel took too long to respond quick enough to Husk’s words as a smug twitch of his lips overtook his face. Though it wasn’t the first time Angel had seen an expression similar to this on Husk’s face, it was the first time it had ever even remotely been directed at him, especially in this context.

“Why the long face?” Husk purred, a sound so uncharacteristically his as he let the words roll off his tongue. Reaching one of his clawed hands that were at least triple the size of Angel’s up to cup his face, his thumb danced across the white fluff that lined there, smoothing it out for Angel before it sank lower and graced over his bottom lip where it hung open. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I- Uh-“ Angel stuttered, all thought processes leaving his mind as he stayed rooted to his spot unmoving, scared that the slightest twitch would send Husk running. So instead of a witty comeback or just as flirty remarks as he was used to sending others' way, Husk was met with a stare akin to a deer caught in headlights from Angel. “Um…”

A guttory chuckle spilled from Husk’s lips as he took in the expression. Who would’ve thought that all it took to render the famous pornstar Angel Dust speechless was a bit of reciprocated flirting? “So you can dish it but you can’t take it?”

“I can take it,” Angel yelled once he got over his panic, noticing how Husk’s hand had stayed firm on his cheek. If it was possible his face heated up more as he himself almost broke the contact by leaning backwards, creating some much-needed space. “I can take a lot of things like dildos, spanking-“

“But not flirting,” Husk cut him off, one of his long red eyebrows quirking up with his statement. His whole face had relaxed out of the grimace it was usually set to, leaving Angel to take in a not-completely miserable bartender as his smile continued to widen as the night progressed, even if it was at his expense. “Isn’t that right, Baby?”

“I-“ Stumbling over his words, his black and white eyes flicked between Husk’s, searching for something he didn’t want to find. Before he could come to any revelation, Angel was pushing himself up and out of his chair, cutting off any contact that he and Husk were sharing. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Husk called after him even as he let out a deep cackle at Angel’s words and actions, his eyes trailing after him as Angel did a very bad job at fleeing the bar. Jumping over the counter in a quick swoop and grabbing onto Angel’s unfinished drink, Husk went chasing after him. “You’ve just got in and you’ve barely touched your drink.”

“I’ll take my drink to go then,” Angel declared as he stopped and turned around, ready to fetch it out of Husk’s hand. Instead, he was met with a large paw carefully wrapping around one of his many hands and pulling it in closer.

His lips ghosted the back of his hand as if waiting to place a kiss there as Husk’s eyes lingered on his. Angel made no move to pull away, his hopes slowly climbing as it seemed Husk was leaning in. As it almost nuzzled him, half of Husk’s face slid across his hand and up some of his arm before his fingers were being manually tightened around the stem of his glass.

“I’ll see you in the morning then, Legs,” Husk bid him goodnight, slipping past him as he left the tall arachnid behind with only a quarter of his brain functioning.

Being able to make it all the way up a flight of stairs before he heard the shattering of glass and the squeal of a school girl, Husk turned himself in for the night knowing his favourite resident was home safe for the night and that the games Angel liked to play with him got a whole lot more fun.

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neon-crayons · 2 months

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Yo! So the RadioDust server I'm in is hosting a BINGO through March & April!

Anyone interested in joining is welcome to do so!!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #radiodust #fanfiction #hazbin radiodust #bingo #event #fandom event

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prettypinkrioting · 3 months

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making my predictions now

plus empty template for y'all

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totallynuwonhere · 5 months

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*Places my first chip on the card*

Who Would Win In A Snowball Fight Feat. The SHAW Pack

TREND FROM: @frenchiefitzhere (IDK IF I WAS SUPPOSE TO TAG U BUT I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO CREDIT U- TELL ME IF I SHOULD TAKE IT OFF 💀)

Ok so I couldn't do it without elaborating and ofc with a group as chaoticallyGOOD as them, there ain't gonna be a clean cut answer soooooo:

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Asher: "CHARGE"

The beta yelled, holding a beanie filled with snowballs he's preparing to throw as the three VERY CONFUSED men turn their heads

David: "Oh for the love.."

Milo: "Oh hell no-

Sam: "Wha-"

Angel, Baabe, and Sweetheart soon appear behind him, hauling wagons filled to the brim with snowballs as they spread across the field, staring at them like hunters plotting to catch their prey.

Asher then takes out a walkie-talkie and makes a fucked up bird noise, causing a VERY loud reaction out of Darlin' from uphill.

Darlin': "THAT WAS SO NOT THE FUCKING SIGNAL?"

ANGEL: "HE WAS BOUND TO FUCK IT UP JUST GO" They said, screaming into their own walkie-talkie as they proceeded to throw snowballs the three mens way.

Darlin then shoots down from uphill, on a sled at full speed, aiming a dog ball Nerf blaster, filled with snowballs right at the three very scared and confused men.

Milo, David, Sam: "Ah shit."

Rip

#this was way funnier when i was bored #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted baabe #redacted darlin #fandomcember bingo 2023

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malecdiscordserver · 3 months

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Calling all Shadowhunters creators--it's time to dust off your notebooks, sketchbooks, laptops, drawing tablets, and other creative instruments.

Sign-ups for By the Angel Bingo are now open!

What is By the Angel Bingo? By the Angel Bingo is a Shadowhunters-themed event where you request a grid of prompts in the layout of a bingo board. The goal is to fill the prompts until you get a traditional bingo (filling 3 or 5 in a row, column, or diagonally) or until you blackout your entire board!

Do I have to be a part of the Malec Discord Server to sign up? No, being a part of the Malec Discord Server Community is not required to be a part of this event, but it is highly encouraged if you’re looking for friends to bounce ideas off of, if you need help finding a beta reader, or if you’re just looking for Shadow Fam to hang out with.

What is the schedule?

Sign-ups open: February 1st

Sign-ups close: February 29th

Last day to request prompt changes: March 31st

Masterpost due by: September 30th

Click here to sign up: https://forms.gle/8xp6y2YW1nAVyP54A

Have more questions? Head over to @malecdiscordserver and check out the Bingo page or join the Malec Discord Server!

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demy85 · 3 months

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Going to a bar - finding something new

My second prompt fill for 'By the Angel Bingo' hosted by @malecdiscordserver is up

You can read it on Ao3 or below

Alec mentally mulled over all his decisions as he stepped through the door of the bar his siblings had dragged him into.

'Hunter's Moon' had only recently opened and had quickly become the new it-spot in town.

Alec detested absolutely everything about it.

It was too crowded, too loud and reeked of alcohol.

Why had he given in to his siblings' begging?

He didn't know how long he'd been in the bar with Izzy and Jace, time seemed to pass him by unnoticed as he tried to make himself invisible.

Then, all of a sudden, a loud shout, a roaring crowd, loud clapping.

All of which jolted Alec out of his thoughts.

When he looked up from his beer, his breath got stuck in his throat.

There, standing at the bar, was the most magnificent man Alec had ever seen.

He had never seen him before but really that wasn't a surprise at all. Alec wasn't one to go out clubbing or to a bar drinking. He preferred to stay at home reading a good book or watching a movie or stuff like that.

But now sitting in this bar and having laid eyes on this magnificent creature he couldn't deny that sometimes going out had its perks.

Alec didn’t know for how long he had been staring at this beautiful man who was standing at the bar in all his glory. Tight black leather pants which ended in black ankle high boots, a red patterned blazer which fitted him perfectly. His mouth began to water at the sight.

It was then that he felt a sharp twinge of pain running through his side and could hear the laughter of his siblings.

"Stop ogling Magnus already." He heard Jace say and Izzy chirped, "Instead of sitting here drooling, you should go up to him and make your move. Come on, Alec, I dare you."

Alec found that he was unable to stop his eyes from rolling, his siblings were beyond unbelievable. He sighed softly as he averted his eyes from Magnus to escape his siblings' teasing comments. "Maybe they're right. Maybe I should take my chances," he pondered, deciding to muster up the courage to approach Magnus at the bar.

With hesitant steps, Alec made his way towards the bar, his heart pounding faster and faster, and then suddenly he almost came to a halt when Magnus turned around to face him, a breathtaking smile on his lips. Alec felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Hello, I'm Alec," he stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. Magnus gave him an intrigued look and replied, "Nice to meet you, Alexander. I'm Magnus."

Up until that moment, Alec had hated it when someone had called him by his full name. But from Magnus' lips, his name sounded like the most beautiful song, the most breathtaking poem ever written. Alec couldn't deny that there was something so very special about Magnus. The conversation began to flow easily, and Alec found himself forgetting about the bar and the people around him.

The night took an unexpected turn when Magnus suggested a game of pool. Alec, never one to turn down a challenge, agreed and they made their way to the back of the bar and started in on a round of pool.

The initial uncertainty gave way to a feeling of ease. Alec was surprised at how well he got on with Magnus. Time flew by and before Alec knew it, he found himself in a lively conversation with Magnus about their shared interests.

The bar he first declined to go to suddenly became a place that gave him an unexpected encounter and an unforgettable night. And so Alec put aside his reservations, immersed himself in the moment and let himself be enchanted by the magic of Hunter's Moon and his attraction to Magnus.

The night progressed and Alec and Magnus found themselves in a quieter area of the bar where they had deeper conversations. Alec spoke of his passions and dreams, while Magnus captivated him with an intriguing aura of mystery and charm.

In the midst of the exchange, Alec felt a connection developing between them. The barriers he normally put up around himself seemed to fade away and he was able to open up like never before. Magnus listened attentively, sharing his own stories and creating an atmosphere of familiarity.

The night was turning into an extraordinary experience that Alec never could have expected. Thoughts of the crowded and noisy bar faded as he focused on Magnus' presence. It was as if they had created their own world amidst the hustle and bustle.

As time progressed, Alec couldn't help but realize that he'd drifted away from his siblings, who were probably looking for him now. He searched around for Jace and Izzy, but couldn't find them in the crowd. A glance at his cell phone told him that Izzy had already left.

A smug smile flitted across his lips as he read the text message from his sister.

"Met Simon and went to his place. Didn't want to disturb your little moment. You two look indescribably cute together 😉"

Magnus made the suggestion of going outside together to enjoy the clear night sky.

Under the canopy of stars, Alec confessed to Magnus that he had been reluctant to come to the bar at first, but that right now he was very glad that he had. Magnus smiled warmly and took Alec's hand.

"Sometimes unexpected decisions lead us to the best of moments," Magnus said. At that moment, Alec sensed that this night was not just a chance encounter, but that the universe had led the two of them to come and meet. And that this was the beginning of something extraordinary between him and Magnus.

#by the angel bingo #shadowhunters fanfiction #malec #malec fanfiction #magnus x alec #malec fic #shadowhunters #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic

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