a-hazbin-spider

[a-hazbin-spider]

Vox’s doubts weren’t misplaced. Wobbly legs, and an otherwise shaking frame picking back up in the loss of body heat- he probably wouldn’t die? Or, he’d hope so. He already has these dumb feelings playing with him, and making him feel bad for all of what he could wrap any coherency around. He was a problem to begin with, he ruined Vox’s night, it was supposed to be special too, he doesn’t even celebrate the holiday and he knows that much. Of course he’d try to tough it out. He toughs out just about everything dished at him. Which is probably why he’s had to face trips to limbo in any case.

Vox’s jacket would give away too much. Even when he was only capable of half the usual talking, he knew that the jacket was a major give away to the tech overlord’s cover. If Alastor or anyone were really still awake downstairs. Or anywhere. It would just be more trouble. More trouble he wasn’t worth. But Vox was doing it anyway. He feels an arm support him a few paces in. His mouth opens and the start of a word gets out, but Vox is quick to insist. And adds that he’d be answering for any of those dumb questions he might get. A few clicks from his throat respond with a nod, his own arms being careful of the grab, and his legs trying as hard as they can to take whatever weight they’re able to hold.

A slightly damp cheek is attempted to be wiped- not like it was hard for Vox to see, Angel’s usual filtering, and usual bodily function were pretty shit far as things go. With that though, Vox gets a lot of thanks, even if it’s given with his face pressed into his shirt for the walk. He feels a touch of added guilt to make him get out into the cold again. But, more than glad not to crawl like he’d been willing to.

“Thanks. Maybe… they’s all gone t’bed..?” Somewhat wishful thinking, but, he honestly has no idea of the time, just that Charlie was excited to celebrate a holiday that a lot of sinners took part in. Even had the place “decked out” with tinsel and a few added lights. It takes a few pawing motions of his hand before he finds the door. At least he’s trying to help? Getting it open, he tries nudging to check for anyone, more worried about Alastor should he be up and about.

Angel’s thoughts had meshed together into a sloppy mess. His place inside a warm coat and practically limp against Vox’s body had far too many reflections of kindness in his mind. Of course his dumb head would think things up that were dumb and impossible. The idea that Vox could care? That they’re bonding? Growing closer? Please. He ruined his night. Being the way he is doesn’t help. Exhausted, hurting, practically useless if he were to describe. At least with him, he was doomed from the start, likely to just die again. But Vox? He was promised a date, a nice night, celebrating what to Angel is practically just another calendar day that he’s lost track of. Vox was supposed to enjoy himself and instead Angel is near positive he ruined it. And now the TV is roped into helping his pathetic ass somehow. What kind of bullshit tradeoff was that?

And he kissed him- ridiculous. Vox could have killed him for that understandably, just smacked him over his stupid mouth- hell just deliver 900 volts, fry him like a new age criminal. But he doesn’t. He’s forgiving of Angel’s woozy tomfoolery. Willing to be calm about the whole image thing- where Angel’s doting mutterings are regarded with nothing more than a scoff. No competition to be had- Vox was sweet, Angel knew it. Or thought so enough to where he finds he hugs on tighter when the limo made its stop, glassy looking eyes filling with tears again. (Without his goddamn consent).

“Ahh… y’- y’coat.” It’s a surprise he remembers that much. But he does. And carefully slides it off with a violent shudder. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to crawl inside and either anger those sleeping or disgust the night owls. He’s so needy. This isn’t fair to Vox, it’s disgusting how much he’s been a little bitch and clinging for support. But he’ll try to do right for once, sloppily folding the coat to return and trying to slink out before his eyes betray him any more than they already had.

#the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #vox: find a love or a power plug #voxtekoverlord #vox is so cute man ;; #also! it is up to you should you like added difficulty for him! but you can let me know if you’d like me to have someone for tv boy to see!

[a-hazbin-spider]

The kiss has his eyes close contentedly. A breath calming an otherwise slightly tense posture. This was starting to feel oddly familiar in less than pleasant ways, but he was sure he’d get over it, there were small little affections that made him much more of a willing subject to be led around. He actually felt his little tail appendage start a subtle wagging. Usually this doesn’t do much for him. But being a Good Boy, and seeing Buzz happy was enough for him. “Thank you, Sir. I know my owner will treat me so well~.”

"Collared!" (Buzz)

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Click! Angel’s eyes glance down to see a decorative collar round the usual slim one his boss issued him. That was new. Turning his attention back to Buzz he flashes a quick grin. “Such a pretty gift ya got me~ I must make a pretty good pet, huh?”

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[a-hazbin-spider]

“Yeesh, well, I mean, I ain’t think I stopped when I prolly should have a good number of times. Usually cuz it’s spiked, or on th’ floor. But, pff, ain’t somethin’ like that maybe a lil more obvious than somethin like- I dunno, caffeine or whatever? Jus’ cuz they’s dumb ain’t mean you’re any less sharp.”

Pretty sure Vox didn’t actually have his intelligence diminish because others were stupid. Doesn’t mean it probably didn’t feel like he was dumber for having had to listen to someone’s drivel. Sort of like Angel didn’t think he would have any more braincells to lose after half the shit he’s experienced. But damn, Vox wasn’t too far off with the stupid fill in the blanks, sometimes it really did seem like a wheel got spun, or they took the sex dice and stuck with just about anything. Sure there were some that were just a horrific torture, and some that- sure they were fine, but as his reading had much to be desired, a lot of these scripts left him wishing he couldn’t read a damn word. “If I hadn’t watched one of the writers talk to Val about some of them ‘flowing ideas’, I might think th’ monkeys in your theory were gettin low on material.”

A smile cracks. He can’t help it. Praise wasn’t just a kink of his, having some forms of admiration or appreciation go a long way with him. Like Vox, he can fall into a repeated cycle of his efforts of any kind being inadequate. “Heh! Thanks. You do a damn good job with rolling with the punches. Y’know, interviews an’ shit. You hardly get a script to rely on for reference. Then again. Readin’ people. You seem pretty good at that.”

Buttons? Suppose he does like those. Especially when he’s allowed bare fingers over smooth buttons to press. Ones with a soft light, or just a quiet click, he’s a fan. But, usually clicking a pen or making a window rise and recede can be seen as a purposeful annoyance. Not that it matters, if he isn’t swaying his leg or wringing his hands or fixing his hair? He’s usually got something else.

“People are th’ worst. Sometimes I forget I work in customer service technically, until I hear em’ pulling some tomfuckery like that. If it weren’t prolly bad fer business, I think a bat to the head would do em some good. A nice hard reset.” Laughing at his own jokes is commonplace, but he is a little proud of that one. Although, perhaps pummeling a shitty customer adds to the satisfaction more than his wordplay. Vox’s words sure are making his heart race in ways he can’t describe. Fills him with warmth, and oddly enough a tingling in his core. “You’re so sweet t’day..! But I’ll be happy to distract ya. And also eat crackers- but I’d probably keep crumbs outta your bed. That sounds like a petty revenge for a bad lay~. Um. Thanks, Vox. I know you ain’t do a ton of complaints, but. I ain’t mind hearin’ them out, either.”

He may not know what cathode rays are, but he does know what glass is! And- certainly knows a handsome face! He’s no fool! And Vox likely isn’t either. Actually, it is proven to him near every day that the overlord here really did have a good, sharp mind. “I ain’t seen much else from ya, you’s pretty smart, and yeh, I’d say yer face’s definitely got charm to it! Ain’t hard to gain admirers I reckon.”

Talking about all the performances live, or rolling for a live audience, single tapes to adhere to..? Yeah he might not know too much about its magic, aside from the rare bliss that perfection gives him, but it made Vox happy. That’s easy to see! Almost like it was a bit easy to hear and essentially feel the verbal mistake he’d made. Vox grimaces, and yet again, Angel is faced with the Shocking Revelation that bullshit he deals with was not in itself a funny story to tell.

“Well I hope not! Though I can only imagine not everythin runs smooth fer broadcast. But. If it’s any consolation t’you? I’d say yer head don’t look like it’ll be fallin off anytime soon.” Haha- he thinks he’s clever with a joke like that, doesn’t he, just look at that cheeky little grin. “Th’writers? I guess you could say that. They still got deadlines n’ shit, but even without? At least in my work, I’d argue some of the shit I gotta try an’ read might be the most insane brain hemorrhage worthy horsepiss from anywhere.”

Oh- those little flashes of color, those were actually rather precious. Vox’s smile turned into something far too sweet to exist, he’s not entirely opposed to it though. Neither is he a stranger to distraction. Likely not in the same way of course. “I can’t even imagine. I already have trouble jus’ remembering how to speak English sometimes, or if I need to do math and somethin’ else together? Pretty much impossible. I get distracted by the controls on a car window. Yer success sounds like one that was damn well earned. You really put yer work in for it, a’right? Everythin goin on, you took time to organize. like them big computers. All the wires an’ cables can tangle if you ain’t take th’ time to sort em.” Not that he knows much. But, he remembers enough, evidently. He’s been around for a while. “I kinda hope it ain’t so obnoxious a thing for ya anymore. That’s kinda my role.”

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[a-hazbin-spider]

Ohoh, he might like to see how this guy taking a leap would end up. Ah, but, practicing with this first was a good idea.

“Yeh, sure. It might help just keeping the second one- locked, I guess? If you wanna walk more like a human. It just gets yer legs all tense. But. Yeh, y’know, I know what it’s like sorta. Not exactly th’ same, but damn close.”

Oh, he recognizes he was doing something helpful. He’s starting to look a bit bashful, though a shrug is used to hopefully give a look of nonchalance.

He’s definitely soft. Gross. And showing that to this guy? He needs another wallop to the head.

“No skin off my balls, might as well tell ya so ya ain’t trippin’ and breakin’ shit.”

"This is a bunch of shit."

#gdjsgsk look he has funky legs too. he’d probably just get annoyed watching Adam do it Wrong /hj #he’s an ass but he likes being an ass better to people who aren’t totally kicked down. he needs that Flavor #the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #adam: wretched and divine #sinnerxroulette

[a-hazbin-spider]

The noise he made was probably more lewd than it needed to be. But, it was partly on purpose, just to mess with him. And partly because his muscles sorely needed this. It wasn’t any secret now just how taut and wore down his body was. Being relatively bony might make it a little easier for Adam to dig at least?

“Nngh..! Yeah, good, just like that..!” His hips grind down a little more, teasing a bit longer before he allows himself to fall forward. His lower arms do start to move his panties to the side, which hole Adam wanted- up to him, really. As long as he could keep doing the massage, Angel saw no reason not to give him a prize.

"I hate slow days,sooooooo board".

“You can speak fer yaself, Mr. AC/DC. If shit ain’t runnin’ me through th’ wringer? Das a good day. But, if yer so bored, I s’pose I could entertain ya for a lil bit.”

His legs sling overtop Adam, crossing casually. He could use rest, but he ain’t like his Pops where it was ‘better to be board than to be beaten with one’. He’s a far worse thing: Annoying.

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[a-hazbin-spider]

That car sure was timely. Suppose when you’re someone important it’d be a top priority. He can’t say he isn’t a little jealous, but the inkling is quickly drowned out by a startle upon being handled. He almost bit that guy honestly. Soon enough, relief is evident the way he sighs when Husk is finally inside and safe. His legs were pretty thankful for a little while to sit too.

Up. Down. Up. Down- Angel had been flicking the little switch for a window while words and pleasantries were exchanged. Something for his hands to do, and the click was pretty nice. But he finds himself pretty quickly latching on to hear what got Husk in that situation anyway. He could say it was only fair he knew what caused the thing he temporarily patched, but, maybe he had a little interest as to what kind of guy this was. And what shit he dealt with.

For once, Angel hadn’t expected attention on himself. Almost makes a guy feel bashful, especially because he’s being painted in a light far kinder than he really is. Husk approached a whore, and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. That’s all.

“You make it sound like you ain’t found me, an’ paid for my time. Glad to hear you still find me lovely. I’m sure you’ll find me a lil more appealin’ when m’doin’ what m’good for. But, I will say, usually I don’t just strip like that. You must be special~.”

@overlordhusk "oh, excuse me..."

“Ex- oh.” There’s a few owlish blinks before the spider smooths himself over, looking a little less like his appearance had been seasoned with GangBang. This one looked… fancy. “Heya, handsome. Ain’t get a lotta fellas classy lookin as you. You lookin’ for a good time?”

@overlordhusk

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[a-hazbin-spider]

This time, the tug ended when he was met with Buzz’s lips. Although short lived, it left him feeling a tingling over his mouth mixed with an excitable sting where the bite rested. It’s clear to see the spider wagging in his own thrilled response. One arm slides up, rests on the hornet’s shoulder, claws tapping while he feigned a thoughtful hum.

“Hmn~ precious, huh? So sweet. I… guess I done both b’fore. But if ya want me at yer heel… how could I say no to that?” Not like he hasn’t been paraded around with worse. But, in the spirit of this little request. Buzz’s cheek is met with a kitten lick.

"Collared!" (Buzz)

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Click! Angel’s eyes glance down to see a decorative collar round the usual slim one his boss issued him. That was new. Turning his attention back to Buzz he flashes a quick grin. “Such a pretty gift ya got me~ I must make a pretty good pet, huh?”

#the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #buzz: local wasp in a plastic cup #nebula gaster #>:3c

[a-hazbin-spider]

Scratching makes him positively melt in Buzz’s hands. This collar had a few more fun elements than just being an ever present reminder he was collared by someone, and under their control. Those thoughts hardly have time to take root. Teeth sink into his lip as the collar receives a tug. Oh, he kinda likes that. He playfully pulls back, a challenging grin on his face. “Don’t worry, Buzz~ I still know how to misbehave! But yer right. I’m pretty damn perfect, ain’t I? Thanks fer the lil gift~. Leash c’n wait. Yer fingers are doin th’ job jus’ fine.”

"Collared!" (Buzz)

Send Collared to Collar! || @nebula-gaster

Click! Angel’s eyes glance down to see a decorative collar round the usual slim one his boss issued him. That was new. Turning his attention back to Buzz he flashes a quick grin. “Such a pretty gift ya got me~ I must make a pretty good pet, huh?”

#the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #buzz: local wasp in a plastic cup #nebula gaster

[a-hazbin-spider]

“Those are what I like to call ‘Knees 2, The Sequel’. Cuz it sure as shit ain’t as good as the first one, but it sure does hold a lotta the same premises as th’ first.”

Look, he is so proud of that. Like watching a kid use a big word for the first time. But, he points out one of his slender legs, and rather than keeping it locked, bends a similar joint.

Hold on, he’s counting. Huh. Guess unless he was counting the walking on his toes thing- six is the number of bends added together?

“They sure do. Don’t worry, you get used to havin’ two toes quicker than ya think. But jumping is a lil weird. Just push it a lil further forward. Use th’ ball on yer feet. Yer fiiine.”

That’s one good hardy slap to Adam’s back. Yep. Go get em, tiger.

"This is a bunch of shit."

#the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #adam: wretched and divine #sinnerxroulette

[a-hazbin-spider]

Fangs sink into his lip, grinding stammering while his chest and hip are granted that grip and attention. He couldn’t put a finger on it- why something that was so simple, so common as these touches would do so much for him. Husk just made it feel so good- he played with him in ways that felt heavenly. The squeeze to his hip was tight in a way that both excited him and felt like it’d alleviate pain from typically sore joints. The warmth from his palm blossoms in his chest too- the fondling delighting him a bit more than he anticipated.

Husk’s voice was so gorgeous, he tried to angle and adjust to where the feline reacted strongest. All the while, it felt nice to be filled, and to be given the time to get used to him. Bouncing and rolling his hips- his heated breath and soft gasping finds itself getting louder, Husk can hear genuine whines in place of his rehearsed moans for camera. And Husk is so careful. Being worried about going too hard was never a thing. Part of his whole image was never disappointing. No play was too rough. But Husk made sure to keep him comfortable and safe. Aw fuck, he hopes he isn’t going to ruin this by tearing up.

“Good- y’so good, Husk..! I’ll t-tell ya if it hurts- promise. Please keep goin’-!” His back arched for a little more,hips trying to meet where he saw such strong responses from Husk. It probably wasn’t too secret he liked to please his partner, but he appeared to be enjoying each second of this too. With his face so close to the feline’s he can nuzzle in, and adorn the barkeep in more kisses in between his noises created from his melting. And despite Husk having said it wasn’t needed, Angel was quick to mutter earnest gratitude. Showing it enough hopefully- mapping each reaction to get Husk feeling good. The noises and reactions only drove him closer.

A chuckle from Husk drew a scoff of a laugh. Geez. If it were anyone else, he might’ve felt like a damn fool. But, this didn’t let the weight of shame fall on his shoulders, in fact Husk had considerably made him feel relaxed. The coddling worked for him it would seem, maybe he was a bit softer, a bit more of a timid creature than he liked to portray, but getting to be soft and small- cared for? It was actually nicer than he’d imagined.

The moan pulled out of Husk was a glorious noise, heat builds inside his gut, and he can think very clearly that he really wants to hear more of that in his ear. Pressure squeezing over his hips actually had Angel trying to press into it, while he paused to adjust to the other’s size. Once more, with the feline pulling away, a confused noise makes itself apparent. The secondary set of hands try to catch them to allow them back. He liked being held- liked that he was secure. “Mmngh~ Hu-usk.” Slowly Angel starts to rock his hips, ride at a moderate pace to begin.

“Thank you..! Gh- so good~ pl-please, keep touchin’ keep goin’..!” He mutters out, lidded eyes staring hopefully and adoringly while lips lightly kiss up a line to his face.

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[a-hazbin-spider]

Vox’s flickers and changes seemed to calm down, it makes Angel un-tense. Usually someone that acted that way- they were after trying to violate him in some way, or just blow off some steam regardless of- or maybe especially without his own say. Maybe Vox can feel it, the way the stiffness and otherwise shaky limbs waver after a moment of relief, before getting back to a proper and stable way yet again.

“Heh, ain’t you a smooth operator? I s’pose I’ll take what I c’n get~.” Certainly not every day he can hear himself being called anything but a dumb whore or a long list of slurs. He can appreciate it, and won’t push for more after he’d just seen the man’s emotions take off and switch so readily. He wasn’t an identical copy, but he certainly had similarities to the moth. The differences so far had him a bit less capricious. But likely just as dicey, and just as sure of being above Angel. The tech overlord presses up against him, earning a low groan. He’s even shifting to give access to what the other is going for.

Although, the attempt at the outfit did get a slight snort from him. The observation was a common thought of his. They could achieve a similar look without all this godawful navigation. “Y’can say that again. Heh- here.” He pauses one set of hands on Vox to slide and undo some of the skimpy bunch of straps and loops. All too happy to slide that off, help Vox strip him. The small slip of a genuine response to his outfit did somehow relax him. It made undoing Vox’s clothes easier too. Honestly, with claws like his, Vox could’ve tore his clothes so easily. But he was surprisingly careful. So Angel would return the favor by treading carefully as well. It was more sensual unbuttoning and disrobing slowly anyway, right?

Smarter, huh? The breath that was huffing in quick careful puffs feels a nearly indecipherable laugh. He isn’t called smart! Nobody says or thinks such things! That isn’t to say he doesn’t appreciate that sort of thing. Usually it’s just being called any name in the book to his face. But, Vox was cooling down from his prior rage. And starting to find a bit of intrigue after all. The little flickering- was almost cute in the sense that his emotion was finally notable. Like an owlish blinking.

Tilting his head to allow a bit more access, Angel can’t help that the sliding hands, and the grope cause him to shudder. Val is always so quick to the point, so he can roll with the punches, and enjoy that his garments have yet to be torn. He can be smart, just for now. It fits the bill of dealing with a smarter man like this. He could look past what was only available to the naked eye. But- the yelp at the lift was easy enough for anyone to hear. Even so, he spread his legs, dragging one set of claws in an almost ghosting rake down his spine.

“Haah. You can really charm a guy, can’t ya..?” His pause for breath is used mostly to get a cheeky word in. But, no ill intent, he was flattered, for… a few reasons. And while he wouldn’t fluster with too many words, his hands pause before any stripping. Vox is an ass, but least he can do is check that he wanted this.

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[a-hazbin-spider]

“Poor baby,” that cooing? One hundred percent genuine mockery. Though he is trying to peep them leggies. Boop.

“Wait, do you like- are you havin’ trouble walkin’ around or what?”

"This is a bunch of shit."

#poke him!!! yesssss!!!!! #the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #adam: wretched and divine #sinnerxroulette

[a-hazbin-spider]

It isn’t quite expected for a hooker to put clothes onto their customer, is it? Well, no matter, it seemed to fix the problem for the time being! That top wasn’t exactly special anyway, not like it wouldn’t have been torn off later!

Despite being prepared to lose the clothes, guess he wasn’t prepared for any compensation- he’s frozen with a dumb look on his face for a moment.

“Oh, like they wouldn’t be off me sooner or later~ But, y’know, yer welcome— t-to that if ya wanna. Already said you was payin fer th’ service, but I wouldn’t say no to a shirt.”

Angel tilts his head, half paying attention to the man and his call, the rest of his attention paid to their surroundings. He’s glad shit was pretty tame and safe, he didn’t exactly like the idea of fighting off some blowhard after him or his company. Shoving his phone back where the sun don’t shine, he flashes a quick grin.

“Y’got lackeys. Not bad. Can’t say I’ll mind a car ride, I’m sure I c’n speak for you too, looks like you could use a lil break.”

@overlordhusk "oh, excuse me..."

“Ex- oh.” There’s a few owlish blinks before the spider smooths himself over, looking a little less like his appearance had been seasoned with GangBang. This one looked… fancy. “Heya, handsome. Ain’t get a lotta fellas classy lookin as you. You lookin’ for a good time?”

@overlordhusk

#the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #husker: favorite healthcode violation #overlordhusk #huzzah! he can be saved!

[a-hazbin-spider]

There it was, a confidence seemed to regain itself on the giant. Though, it was a bit obvious just how much he was making an effort, kind of funny- almost endearing. It allowed him to let some of his own muscle relax despite his body so easily being controlled, able to push him and hold him in place however he wanted. It… sure, that’s sort of scary, but he can handle it. He just got this virgin here to build himself up. Can’t just let it crash. That’d be a total waste.

“Ah-!” Large hands grip on his hips, and it makes him buck a little, he can feel already how far he’s being stretched, and how hard and needy the other is. Aww. Cute. Though, he feels his heart stop a moment when Axeton says he wouldn’t be holding back. He can brace himself a little, squeezing his eyes shut, and letting his hands hold tightly on those broad shoulder. It’s hardly a moment before he feels the length thrusted eagerly inside. So fucking much, so big- his mouth opens briefly in a soft gasp, but they get met with the blonde’s almost like he’d needed the noise fed into the kisses directly.

Separating from the kiss only leads him to getting a soft muttered praises in his ear, but the further Axeton went with it, the more Angel’s breath hitched and huffed. Panting and groaning soon replacing words, his claws start to rake down his back before he feels his stomach prodded, and his insides filled. A shiver runs through him, mouth agape while he helps milk that load inside of him, whining loudly as teeth sunk into his shoulder. God- so full. And they were far from over too, he could feel that by the length still hard and ready inside of him. It’s starting to feel more sensitive, Angel’s body giving him a coiling warmth inside. The tight fit means the giant might feel each twitch and throb.

“Mmn..! S-shit, y’came a lot.” He breathes out with a chuckle, shifting and quickly rebounding to check up on the other. “M’fine, really-! Y’doin’ good, huh big boy~? Y’made such a cute face when y’were fillin’ my tight lil ass.” He presses a few kisses up his neck, moaning softly upon grinding on the dick inside him. “Let’s make ya feel like that again, huh? You wanna fill me up some more? You wanna destroy these holes?”

Of course he’d egg him on, the flats of his teeth teasing and grazing skin, his front pressing and rubbing up against him. Not that he needed help to get hard- no Axeton had that covered, but Angel thought it might push him to go again when he’s ready.

(´∆｀*) from Axeton but only if it's okay!

The man was giant, he’s stronger than most Angel deals with, but this was surprisingly not nearly as bad as he’d thought (or- moreso worried about) in fact, just fingering him was melting the spider considerably. Angel’s huffs turn to whines- and to moans while he writhes on Axeton’s lap, claws digging into the shirt, back pressing into the oni’s chest.

“There- fuck..! Jus’ like that..! Ah!” Walls clench over those fingers and a spurt of slick presents with his orgasm quite literally by his hands. “Mmnh~! C’n I have more? I’ll let ya inside since ya prepped me so nicely~.”

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[a-hazbin-spider]

Ohh, so he’s cross faded. But, this beats whatever coked up manic rage he could’ve otherwise been on. He might almost like him like this. If only Val could have some of that affectionate aspect to him without needing a trip-sitter. But, Val just looks so happy in his tits like that. He can’t help the soft laugh, and the rumble in his chest.

“Si-si, pequeña. Sure, Papi.” His cheeks might hurt later the way Val’s causing him to smile involuntarily. Gently, the pads of his fingers pet his head, and rub his back. He can see in moments like this how much the moth loves him. Perhaps loves being cared for and able to lay comfortably at least. But he can lie to himself if he wants to. Who’s going to stop him? The thought police? Instead a kiss is placed atop his head. “Too bad I can’t getcha water like this. You’s awful comfy down there.”

Of course he treated him well. Despite it all, Angel was some kind of goddamn simp, the way he still found himself caring about this pile of limbs. It feels impossible not to dote. To slip back into something sweet.

For Valentino to ask him like that though? That’s so far done with that it feels new again. He chuckles quietly, his lips pressing a few places in quick chaste kisses. “A’course. I was taught by th’best.” Was this true? Maybe, he got high enough to puke plenty of times.

“I’m a’right, Val, after a big shift, ‘feels nice when m’here with you like dis.” His boss can have a bit of coddling, as a treat. That and Angel’s own body pains can be quieted if he has a moment to rest. “What about you? Nabbed a lil too much, didn’t ya.”

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[a-hazbin-spider]

“Sal, I forget my own birthday- I forget what day it is all th’ time. I wouldn’t never hold it against ya! Guess you did always have yer head screwed on better n’ me..!”

His big brother is mercifully set back down. As much as he would like to shake him around like the bastard he is.

"Hey Anthony! Happy Birthday!"

“Wha- Nissy! Ya remembered..?” His expression lights up, based on all that, it would seem he himself had forgotten. “Yer th’ best. C’mere..!”

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[a-hazbin-spider]

Morphine runs through him, and in waves, pain starts to ebb away, causing the spider’s body to further relax. Clenched fists and stiff muscles lay limp now, while his breath evens out. Yeah, he was protected right now. Safe. Barely keeps his eyes open from his little expended energy, but he managed. He needed to stay awake to do what he needed to. To follow orders and answer back.

“T’ank ‘ou.” That was better. He shows appreciation, lets his head bonk softly onto his boss. His shoulders and limbs slump heavily with a deep breath used to calm himself. The hot water might suck in some areas, but it was much needed, he felt… disgusting. Pathetic. Ugly. He needed a bath for sure. Another thanks is muttered out to the two in the room. He never liked needing help, but was grateful that Val would still give his ass the time of day- despite it all. Clinging best he could, his head bobbles in agreement. “Yeh. Please. S’so good t’me…”

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That look was a bit scary, so was the tearing of his- admittedly already lack of clothes. But despite his want to cower, he was acting so good to him, his fizzled brain allows him to lay back, find a bit of relief for now, despite it all.

Morphine. There wasn’t much else that he’d caught it seems. His head starts looking like it’s growing too heavy, eyelids seeming to lag on reopening with each blink. Even still, he appears to understand the question. Nodding in slow puppet like movements, a small croak leaves his throat to agree to the numbing. Sure he’d gone without, gone through worse agony, it didn’t make this pleasant.

Talk to daddy. His mouth opens and a few more failed cracks from his voice are given before he’s forcing himself. “I- Yes… yes please. M’so shorry..! Thought I could handle it- I c’n handle it no-normally..! I weren’t good ‘nough.” Not a fan of his own sniveling, but he was a little too fucked up to care. Pain, humiliation and a little bloodloss mingled far too well with the sweetness and likely faux intimate concern. For as much as he didn’t like being hit, he thinks he’s surely in the wrong. Once more he’s reminded why leaving would take so long.

"It's OK, my angelito. I'm here and I will protect you." Valentino commented as he primed the morphine to inject into his arm. Once he was ready, he took the closest arm, found the vein and injected him. Once the morphine was in his bloodstream he threw the needle and syringe onto the nearby table and pulled the naked spider into his chest, holding him close as his hands ran down over his body to comfort him.

"Stop apologising baby, it's not your fault on what happened. I will find out who did this and I will make them pay." Noone was allowed to touch his angel like that, he was the only one allowed that honour. After a moment of holding him and comforting him, Kitty walked out letting him know the bath was ready. "Do you want a bath baby? Kitty got it all ready for you."

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