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Warm, full, thoroughly satisfied. Angel keens happily as Valentino released inside, milking him for all he was worth. His voice stammers a little bit, breaking with his own limit being reached. What words did he need anyway? Even whatever conglomerate he’d try to verbalize would really just be more of his adoration dripping from his lips. Feels as though his bones had been demoted to a soft jelly.

Falling limp as he had, his soft body nestles against him, so warm, so spent, that large body can swallow him up, the taste of poison that had dripped over his body slides into his mouth. Languidly his tongue slips against the other, lidded eyes shining in his mirth and contentment. Humming a sigh of delight into his mouth, Angel’s palms find themselves against lavender skin, small relaxing circles pressed into muscle with his thumbs.

Afterglow of their climax is welcome, he may feel heavy, but the tingling and dopamine rushing through his body only further brings him comfort and an ironic lightness.

For once, knuckles across his cheek don’t make him flinch or wince, his head leans wholly into the touch so he can act sappy and lovesick as a newly-wed. Valentino’s eyes, his laugh, and the warmth of his body more magical than ever. The floor is suddenly the most comfortable place he could think to be. Fuck however sticky he may be between the legs later, he would forgo that any time if it meant spending time here.

“Y’ full of good ideas.” His forehead falls forward, gently finding a way to assure more contact be had, and more of his affections could be given during his session of sailing cloud nine while it lasts. One hand gestures an invitation for Val to rest his head somewhere much softer than the ground while they lay sprawled on the floor.

“Mmh, I ‘n think I c’n do movin’.”

A fistful of hair tugs him back, he resists playfully, melting at the hands around him. Such a gorgeous voice in his ear, he groans long and deep, trying his best to nod despite the restraint. Yes- god yes, he wanted to be fucked into seeing stars, fucked within an inch of his life! He was his dirty little whore, and would go the extra several miles to do what the other wanted.

“Please..! Please, Daddy! ¡Por favor, folla mi coño sucio- Oww~!” Sufficient begging is interrupted by a yelp, his hip was released in favor of his rear receiving a smart slap. And it continues, sparing no time between thrusts to make sure he could whimper and cry for him as pain was dealt to him deliciously. Just as such, it’d been dealt with fingers taking estate in his mouth for him to suckle and slobber over, thoroughly scratching the itch for using his mouth. Valentino pushes him to tears, making him feel like he’s drowning in throes of ecsasty.

Shuddering, a wet tongue presses over his cheek before further making his arousal burn with his words.

‘You’re so nice and tight’ a squeeze- ‘I could fuck you for days’. Angel moans around his fingers, wanting and drunken with lust.

No way could he last like this, fuck’s sake he’s dripping, trying to keep on the edge so he doesn’t spill over too soon. But it feels impossible, tensing with each spank, his walls and womb getting no mercy from the slap of hips. Although, his ass was eventually given a break from any new markings to be had, the moth decidedly wanted to make it even harder on him, letting him feel a residing burn, he’d started playing with his rim before committing to sinking his fingers in.

A muffled sob drivels around the moth’s fingers, his legs threatening to buckle from just how weak that his boss had managed to render them. Swallowing thickly, he tries to press himself against Valentino, not able to resist that request if he tried. He was his, and as such, the other knew to play him like clockwork.

Seeing stars, a white hot rush claims him, he cums hard around the cock inside him, keening desperately while his hips try as they may to rock involuntarily to ride it out. Quite frankly, it’d made a mess, not often he gets brought to squirting anymore, but Valentino had laid into him just right. His body trying to milk him for all he’s got as he preens in his bliss.

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Drugs are his bread and butter, the thing he knows most about, downers and stimulants and all kinds of frenzied bullshit. The sinsmas holiday party had all sorts of stuff to sample and delight in. Angel likely already had a pockmark in his arm- couldn’t rightly care to remember or check. There’s a high, a buzz in his system giving him enough energy and a pleasant fizzle of his brain keeping him at a regular junkie state.

He was lucky to drag his body away from Val, mussed up enough even to feel the aftermath on his body be bothersome. But not as bothersome as the strangest look on Vox he had yet to see. Not even the fact that he’s in a santa suit was anything nearly as concerning either. It nearly looked like this man was starting to seize the way he was jerking his body so sporadically. Enough to sober his head just a little bit- to see something was up.

Angel’s head ducks to try and look at his face. Whether he sees or not isn’t known to him, those eyes are squinting at his fingers, and blown wider than an exit wound.

“Vox?” His fingers snap a few times to garner attention of the television, chilled fingers making a cautious grab for his arm.

The yearly Sinsmas themed party within the Vee Tower was far from shy with the amounts of booze and drugs available, given the spirit of the thing. Vox was sure Val was off enjoying an orgy somewhere and Velvette absorbing all the attention she could get with her new trendy outfit.

Vox, meanwhile, had decided on indulging on a little experimentation. Apparently a new drug had been brought along, and maybe it wasn't all that new - it really wasn't his scene, but after several drinks in, it sounded fun. Never let it be said he was a boring old man! Even if he was wearing that stupid santa fit.

Only the sinners at the party got the joke, not so much the hellborn. That was fine, he'd lost the beard at some point when the drug finally hit. It was fairly sudden. One blink and he was seeing everything much brighter. Louder. But...slower? Like his mind had trouble catching up to his surroundings. On the outside, Vox was moving quickly with jerking movements, eyes unfocused but blue irises blown wide.

"Whoa." Even his voice sounded off to him, like slow motion. It felt like minutes before he'd lifted his hands up to his face, claw tips glowing brighter enough to make him squint. Or maybe that was his own electricity going off the fritz. He really couldn't tell! But he was feeling very buzzy. Heightened.

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Suspicious he says, Angel had assumed it to be a joke, so of course he was going to find humor enough to laugh at it. Even if it was a less than flattering snort. It is a little nice, having someone else just meandering about at hours like this. The sleepless don’t always choose to wander or what have you, but as someone that is often needing a little distraction, regardless of work, Angel isn’t too rare a sight to see in these halls.

“I don’t think so.” He replies over the voice of suspicion, actually tilting his head, to see if something looked wrong by any chance. Well, nothing he could see. There was no sugar added, thus no need to worry, briefly he wondered if it was an allergy or something though. He’d had it ingrained in his grey matter for one reason or another that Alastor didn’t like sweets. Almost certain he’d been told. Or maybe it was sheer luck in his favor, his memory and thoughts are inside of a fried brain, he doesn’t always rely on it, sometimes he’s right to doubt his own head. Either way, it is easier to add than it is to remove.

Earlier the coffee had gotten his attention, something strong, a nice smell, less acrid, and importantly perfect caffeine content for someone as out of touch with rest as he was. A perfect little red stamp over the front didn’t exactly turn him away.

“Yeah?” Angel perks a little, certainly this news pleases him a good deal! He only remembers bits and pieces from their prior night spent together, but he did hang onto Alastor’s preference for coffee, as well as a few other likely trivial details he’d come across. “It was just kinda- spur of tha moment if m’ honest. I don’t think it counts as too nice of a gift, but I just kinda got it cuz I thought you’d like it.”

Shit, really does make him feel kinda silly saying things so… soft- and dopey like that. Feels like a school girl handing a love letter to her crush in the courtyard. Bashful isn’t a state of his that rears its little head around. But this..? Sure was sappy sounding.

“It is gettin’ colder, this’s jus’ somethin’ I thought would do ya a bit of good. Lil store made small batches n’ stuff. Y’do a lotta nice things fa me as it is, you c’n consider it returnin’ tha favor if ya more comfortable with that.”

@a-hazbin-spider ⧐ “i hope you like it. i picked it out just for you.” And/or [ coffee ]? 5 LOVE LANGUAGE ASKS.

"Should I be suspicious?"

That is his first response as Angel Dust makes an appearance on one of the earlier mornings when Alastor has found himself drifting about the hotel's kitchen to search for some early morning snacks. He wonders whether the other Sinner has been up all night - or has only recently returned from his work, undoubtedly at the Vee tower. He hopes it is more the former than the latter.

But it matters very little in the moment as the large mug - smelling interestingly of a brew of coffee that is unfamiliar to him - is placed before him on the counter. Cautiously, Alastor gives the thing a sniff, the briefest flit of concern in the back of his mind considering whether or not it might be poison, but brushing that away with an internal chastising of his paranoia.

"Can't say that I've ever tried this before. There is not any sugar in it, I hope?"

It does not seem as though Angel Dust is going to give him much of an answer, though he imagines the other Sinner might pull it away from him, if there is something untoward within that he did not realize. Without that, Alastor reaches to take the mug in hand, appreciating the warmth of it and the fact that it must be freshly brewed. Why Angel sees fit to reward him with this right now is anyone's guess - but he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

With only a few more seconds of hesitation, he brings it up to his lips to try - and finds it surprisingly to his tastes. Freshly roasted, it seems, with a bitterness that can only be appealing to his own preferred flavor profiles. A low hum begins to settle in his throat in appreciation, his eyes shutting as he takes a few more lingering swigs. The temperature is a non-issue - but he does not want to swallow it without properly taking it in.

Only when he is sure he can provide an appropriate assessment of it does he say much of anything else, glancing over at the other with a curious tilt of his head.

"It... is excellent. You got this for me? For what purpose?"

Nothing is free.

And even now as he maintains a polite candor, Alastor waits for the other shoe to drop.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑶𝑴 / 𝑺𝑼𝑩 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( nsfw! )

from the dom ❛  keep your eyes on me while i fuck you.  ❜ ❛  be a good girl / boy for me.  ❜ ❛  did i say you can stop?  ❜ ❛  you're going to regret asking for that.  ❜ ❛  beg me for it and i might let you come.  ❜ ❛  you've been bad and that's why you need a punishment.  ❜ ❛  get on all fours, head down, and ass up.  ❜ ❛  that's it, baby, nice and slow. keep doing that and i might reward you later.  ❜ ❛  you're mine to do as i please.  ❜ ❛  stop whining and do as i say!  ❜ ❛  have you been keeping all of that for me?  ❜ ❛  if only you'd listened to me, i wouldn't have had to spank you.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm going to take care of you and make you feel good.  ❜ ❛  you're taking me so well.  ❜ ❛  i know you can do that. you're being so good for me.  ❜ ❛  cum for me, pretty one.  ❜ ❛  since you've messed up your count we're going to have to start all over again.  ❜ ❛  i want to hear you moan my name.  ❜ ❛  i know, baby, you need me to fuck you, don't you?  ❜ ❛  i'm not done with you yet.  ❜

from the sub ❛  i'm yours to do whatever you want.  ❜ ❛  i'll be good, i promise! i won't break your rules again.  ❜ ❛  please, please, please ... i can't take it anymore!  ❜ ❛  i've been a good boy / girl today.  ❜ ❛  may i please cum?  ❜ ❛  what are you going to do with that?  ❜ ❛  you didn't tell me that was a rule ... i didn't know i wasn't supposed to do that!  ❜ ❛  make me forget everything except your name.  ❜ ❛  i've never tried this before ...  ❜ ❛  you want me to do what?  ❜ ❛  do you promise to take care of me?  ❜ ❛  is it time for my punishment?  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, i won't do it again! just please, let me cum.  ❜ ❛  i need to be punished.  ❜ ❛  am i doing good for you?  ❜ ❛  please keep doing that.  ❜ ❛  thank you for letting me cum.  ❜ ❛  please stop, it hurts.  ❜ ❛  can we maybe try something different tonight?  ❜ ❛  tell me what to do.  ❜

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“Dark? Ironic, ain’t it?” One brow raises, amused and a little curious. All that surrounding light, the flame, and a name like Dark is what he landed with. Not that he’s giving him too much flack. After all, it wasn’t particularly bad, Angel just had a pressing need to be a tease.

Honestly, he’s just grateful the other doesn’t insist to pry or play some bullshit white knight for more out of him. He’s not not paying someone to be some sort of false therapist in hopes for a hook up.

“Angel, Dust. Th’ porn star. Pleasure.” He extends one of the hands he wasn’t using, not usually a handshaker, but the other… he totally looked the business type. “You might recognize my face from a few posters round town. ”

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William was irritated today at the factory which was a mess. To put it lightly. There were new employees that he had to manage and well it was a pain in the ass. So now he was at the bar drinking a little. He rarely did this, but sometimes he had the desire too.

However, he heard a few demons around him whispering which immediately caught his attention. It was Angel Dust. He was known in hell even though William tried his best to stay away from watching screens mainly due to personal and familiar matters. He still heard about him though.

“It’s one of those days huh?” He asked softly to the other as he took a sip of his drink.

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No note as to when or really even how- Angel still knew the man was down here, that was just a matter of fact that he belonged in an area that was meant for scum. If he was down here, then the other surely was bound by the vehement actions he made. Angel had seen him, but he didn’t need to for his answer to be any different. His head bobs once in affirmation, a soft laugh joining a pleasant warm vibration in his chest.

“Yeah. Still deals drugs. Still a real strong influential type. Y’know how it is. He outlasted me fer a while I think. Good ten, maybe twenty years. I know he’s still round.”

Recalling so takes a moment, nothing finding their current year couldn’t fix. He can’t help but feel a bit of resentment towards it, as much as it’d been a goal of his to remain unbothered, to have his father mean so little that hate wouldn’t even be an option. But he was bothered, even if this was mostly something he’d blamed himself for. His father was uncaring. Violent. Cruel. And it’d cost him.

He shrugged, letting his smaller eyes do most of the looking while the larger ones rested. Alastor’s weight and warmth was a rather soothing thing to have, bodies beside him tended not to stay and lounge like this, and rarely were the bodies a pleasurable company. Had his issues with rest not twisted him so prominently, he would be in perfect condition to cuddle up, snooze away feeling secure and happy to be wanted.

So much of Alastor really was soft in the most stable form of the word. In a well kept manner. Maintained, acute, comfortable. The ears resting over his chest looked so velvety and fluffy, his hair held itself so neat even like this. They held the fluffy body in common, the fur over his own chest had been common hit with others, it made his breasts look bigger of course it’d become a statement piece. But here it’s a downey and well adjusted pillow, suitable to hold a resting head and broadcast a heartbeat and purr to a listening ear.

“Music?” He’d almost forgotten. The sounds around them had been plenty to make him feel at peace. But who could say no to a little music? Especially Alastor, the guy had good taste he had to admit. And what was wrong with a little nostalgia now and again? “Yeh, I’d like that. Music n’ coziness go t’gether real well.”

Maybe a little like they had been a fine match. The chirping of creatures harmonize even to each their own. Like a bird perched on a gator’s back, it’d just worked out to be friendly.

Did Angel think much of it? Not really, it was too big a grey area to have him really see what set Alastor and other mobsters too far apart. It wasn’t like he hadn’t worked with murderers and other violent or unforgiving individuals. His brother was even that sort. He’d seen fellas die right beside him and known from some of their own mouths they’d killed dozens, families, women as well, different reasons among themselves but no less real. He’d even seen a ton of brutality on himself. There were all sorts of things, really.

Who was to say there was much a gap from himself? Who knows if he would have done the same stuff at one point. He can say he thinks he would have just offed his old man had he not grown so… frail. As he was alive. He likes to think his bodily control and strengths were at least a fine bit better now at least.

“I wish. Unfortunately he struck first. Had enough of me when I was pretty young actually. My head can’t pick it all up. But this eye of mine looks like how it ended up last any of em saw me. If I’d been the one to jump on severin’ ties… maybe I’d have died a lil better. Or have my Pops down here b’fore me! Heheh~”

That thought tickles him a bit, probably more than others think it should. He may have never met up to the capo’s standards, might’ve seemed soft as far as things went, but he likes to think he wouldn’t hesitate on someone like that. Maybe he’d have spit on that grave for good measure!

“That’s actually- I’m glad you was callin’ tha shots. I know ya said somethin about the authorities tossin’ yer remains aside and stuff, but you lives yer life as yer own.”

Angel isn’t the envious type as much as he thinks, for someone who is vain as he is, it was expected from himself. And yet, he finds that despite his own problems and impurities, he has less of a Schaudenfraide view, and a little more compassion of others. More Joy in success, than a hope for downfall. Not that the princess or whatever would say these were good in this sense, but celebrating chains breaking was something he’d come to do for a long while now. Besides Alastor deals with all of them, so that guy probably sucked. So fuck him.

“Yeah? I ain’t too good at gettin’ any shut eye either. But, thanks. I’ll take it up if I can. I only really got cigarettes on me, s’too bad I can’t just grab a nightcap for ya, but, it ain’t so bad like this.”

Well- he could, easily he now had the ability to walk again, but he couldn’t wave it here without leaving the deer to his own devices. Alastor wasn’t exactly keen on that, Angel picked up on that well enough. Far be it from him to break away from this when Alastor had needed it.

Besides, he can’t say he wasn’t quietly enjoying this. What can he say- they were right about there being softness in him. He liked a position like this. It actually has him purring without much mind to it, clicks emanating from his chest.

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//Hey fun fact: I’m still working on this a thousand years later

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He enjoys his company, huh? That alludes a lighthearted shrug, his mouth more easily curling into a little smile. Hah. Geez, he was a charmer of some kind that was for sure. And yet, the poor bastard says things like that. Didn’t want anything bad to happen to him- at least Angel could lessen what he sees.

“Thank you. Das sweet that you’s gave me a spot to crash. You gave me somethin’ to eat too. Openin’ yer doors t’ trouble on yer doorstep is pretty bold of ya. Ain’t somethin’ to shake a stick at.” The corner of his mouth twitches in a half grin. He hopes there isn’t much that he knows. Simply so he can enjoy this here. Scooting his body just a little closer, Angel settles taking another nice gulp of soup.

“Hey, I’m tougher n’ I look, yeah? I won’t jus’ up n’ disappear on ya. I c’n promise ya that much. Okay?”

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Cain didn't know how the spider found him or why he kept coming back to him. It wasn't like the first son had welcomed him with open arms into his home on the outskirts, but each week, he kept coming back and it became their weekly rituals.

He walked over to the spider and placed the bowl of soup down in front of him, before sitting down on the couch next to him and eating his own. He knew there was something on the young sinners mind, he wasn't his bubbly sexual self. "Want to talk about it?"

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Joyous day! Hmm. That bitemark looks quite nice with those freckles he thinks. Worry not, he’ll kiss it better.

Ohoho? What’s this? Alastors with cheeks to bite? Thank you Hell for this meal-

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Freckled cheek: BITTEN! He lets it, too.

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Swollen cheeks over here simply insists that she chew more gum. Look, he opened a new pack. Sharon is Karen or something-

She's chewing gum for Chewsday.

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Stitches..? A glance is cast down to his leg. Was it really that bad? Guess he hadn’t checked, he was waiting on the good doctor here to pass out so he could take some supply- then he could assess in full. Guess he underestimated.

“Stitches,” he parrots. “Sure. I c’n do em’ myself, y’know? Always have. Last chance.”

It’s almost playful, but he’s still offering to end that long day the other spoke of. Out of altruism or distrust- who could really say? He just hoped his back’s wounds wouldn’t need that. What a fucking headache. His jaw sets tightly, hoping to prepare for the added pain. “Alright, I won’t question ya no more, do whatever ya gotta.”

" Don't sweat it. It's just been a long day. " he huffed out. the Doctor pulled his pair back into a ponytail. only to continue the process. tying the rubber band around their leg.. tight enough that the bleeding slows.

Beginning to process of cleaning things up.

" I'm gonna give you some minor stitches, okay? " He stated. it wasn't bad enough that it required intensive work. but it just needed to be cleaned. stitched. and bandaged.

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Strange that someone who could likely find millions of things he could ask for panics when someone asks what he wants for the first time. Like that book about a mouse with big ears- he feels that strange halt of his brain’s gears. The only answers being a quiet whine of machinery he can’t quite understand.

Connall seemed to understand, nobody usually does- but he figures out that pause is like a deer in headlights. Figures out that Angel isn’t always so seamless as his image suggests.

But it was true, he’d luckily got the poor hatchling breathing. He’d almost forgotten his help regarding the birth of Waverly. Really it’d just sunk somewhere in his mind like most memories. He doesn’t often rely on his brain alone regardless. Hearing that he’s regarded with such importance though… made his chest feel heavy and warm all at once.

“She said that, huh..? Can’t say I’d mind bein’ in a family nice as yers.” His smile brightens a little, the pat getting leaned into. Here big guy, a nice hardy pat for those broad shoulders too!

Ah, shit, he had been a little enabler. Connall was being so damn nice to him, choosing to offer comforts rather than just saying his piece. Angel thinks it endearing, makes him snort out a quick laugh that he cared to try sparing his feelings. Sweet, and so silly. As there’s no need, Angel prided himself on being pretty hard to shake regardless. True or not-

“Arson ain’t your thing, huh? Hnn, ain’t even thought about ya tryina quit. I’m glad ya like tha dumb lil fish on it in any case. You can make it talk to ya at least?”

That look of humor stiffens a tad however upon an option of sorts being given to pay him back. Or being given something in return. Maybe he didn’t notice..? Wishful thinking!

“Pfft- okay? It’s just a lighter, Captain. I ain’t hardly as generous as you’re probably thinkin’, y’know? You’re always treatin’ me all nice, an’- prolly doin’ more n’ ya need to fa lil ol’ me~” of course he needed to stay lighthearted about it. The shock activating the response.

“You… I mean. You really are nice all tha time. Y’know me, I ain’t really need anythin’..!” Connall probably didn’t know too much right? He even kept Phi in the dark for most his shit! But that was a rather decisive look to him… “Maybe. I dunno- you take me out somewhere ya like. I ain’t know a lot about ya, y’know.”

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Ew. Angel seeing any of what happened to his back and his leg- while he knew he wasn’t looking good, the blood and whatnot that worked its way into his fur and further made it worse than the less invasive marks of a beating. He hated it. And hated that the doctor might find other scars hiding beneath the mess.

Sucking in a quick breath just to steady himself, Angel allows himself to be touched again, nodding, albeit not very enthusiastically, in agreement to be patched up. God- what was with that face? He was just generally sore, and sniffing blood like that was starting to make him think he had some kind of fissure from everything here.

“You’re makin’ another look.” The spider doesn’t so much as wince over the start of cleaning here, tired eyes keeping their held gaze. “You gonna be good down there?” Awkward- but he asks anyway.

The Doctor didn't seem to care about the other's undressing right before him. his eyes focused on the bruises.. the marks.. those blue eyes watching over them. before following down towards the legs. he'd observe. looking for anything that wasn't 'minor' as the arachnid put it.. something that would cause such a strong smell of iron..

Even crouching down in front of Angel as he looked over their legs.

" How high of a dosage do you know you might require for pain medication to have any effect? " He asked. blunt and to the point. he had all medical records of the residents in the hotel. but that only covers as much as the residents were willing to give.

He is well aware he is dealing with a drug addict here.. so he knows that they have quite the tolerance to anything he might normally proscribe.

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Finding solace within his burrowed little crevice, Angel lets out a soft trill, face nuzzling into the soft fluff that frames around the moth’s head. Warm, comforting, and now sealed with approval. All of his arms are wrapped around, and in true koala fashion his legs make an attempt as well. But putting a chilled nose into the warmth and kissing wherever he could was a bit mushier.

“Of course, I’ve had practice. Can’t give you less than th’ best, can I~?” His voice purrs pleasantly, fingers tracing little patterns over his back. “Hot coffee ain’t gonna do much if it ain’t made right.”

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Valentino isn’t hated much as Angel might like to think sometimes. In fact, he can be quite the opposite. In this case the spider had made him a hot coffee, just how he knows the moth likes it, and in the hand-off, made a retreat under his arms and on his lap. It is a great spot after all.

Valentino could be nice when he wanted to be, if Angel was being a good boy and not a little brat then they could have nice moments like now.

As Angel settled into his lap and he wrapped three of his arms around the spider and pulled him close as he took a sip of his coffee and he hummed as the warm liquid ran down his throat. "You make the best coffee Armocito."

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It was refreshing that Cain hadn’t mocked him or shown that sickening kind of pity that just puts him in a place of better standing than Angel where he was. Schaudenfraide or whatever- the spider felt often enough he was being placed in a role beneath someone’s heel.

“Oh- yeah. All I’d need to do if anything happens is climb up to yer ceiling an’ not come down.” It’s a joke, meant to carry a lightheartedness, but there isn’t a lot of mirth behind it. “I shouldn’t need to worry bout ya. The guy that makes a fella soup for nothin’. That- you ain’t dangerous t’me, are ya.”

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Cain didn't know how the spider found him or why he kept coming back to him. It wasn't like the first son had welcomed him with open arms into his home on the outskirts, but each week, he kept coming back and it became their weekly rituals.

He walked over to the spider and placed the bowl of soup down in front of him, before sitting down on the couch next to him and eating his own. He knew there was something on the young sinners mind, he wasn't his bubbly sexual self. "Want to talk about it?"

[a-hazbin-spider]

So, I realized I haven't really told anyone here why I haven't been around lately.

I went on medical leave on 11/14 for abdominal pain, a couple days after that I had an ultrasound that found a number of my organs are enlarged and I have a large mass in my abdomen.

Ended up going to the emergency room on Thanksgiving and spent the whole night being tested. Two CT scans, a chest x-ray, another ultrasound, and about a million types of blood tests later they concluded that the mass was a 25cm cystic mass filled with fluid attached to one of my ovaries.

Since then, I have been dealing with excruciating pain, the inability to eat, and a myriad of other issues that I won't list here because frankly they're gross. I went to an intake appointment with gynecological oncology yesterday and they have me scheduled for an exploratory laparotomy to remove the mass on Tuesday. They plan to test the mass for cancer while I am still under anesthesia and remove other things if necessary.

Honestly, I am a bit scared. I don't like doctors to begin with, I am diabetic and hypertensive which can cause serious issues, and I've never had surgery before outside of having my wisdom teeth out. On top of that, I'm going to have a 6-week recovery time where I can't work per doctor's orders, and I don't have income coming into my house anymore. I owe $300 on the rent for December, and no idea how I am paying rent and utilities for January and February.

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A stare-down such as this likely held tension in a variety nobody liked too much, Angel suspicious of any cruelty or false goodwill. Usually everyone wants a piece of him, and the last time some new blood came through, they were a fucking spy too. Not exactly unfounded for him to lack trust.

“I don’t know.” He answers lamely, truthfully he doesn’t know, what he’s allowed and what would work might be two different things. That and, he had significantly gone a while without too, and anything shitty he’d just- dealt with. No nothing to take the edge off aside from maybe a glass of booze from the bar.

His leg had a good slash rounding his thigh, and his back- that had been split open. Aside from that, the blood and bruises on his wrists had been from binding, the others? Well, that’s rough play for you. If not bruises just nicks. “See? I told ya. It weren’t nothin’ to worry about. It’s nothin’ I ain’t dealt with b’fore. Usually I go in without usin’ nothin’.”

The Doctor didn't seem to care about the other's undressing right before him. his eyes focused on the bruises.. the marks.. those blue eyes watching over them. before following down towards the legs. he'd observe. looking for anything that wasn't 'minor' as the arachnid put it.. something that would cause such a strong smell of iron..

Even crouching down in front of Angel as he looked over their legs.

" How high of a dosage do you know you might require for pain medication to have any effect? " He asked. blunt and to the point. he had all medical records of the residents in the hotel. but that only covers as much as the residents were willing to give.

He is well aware he is dealing with a drug addict here.. so he knows that they have quite the tolerance to anything he might normally proscribe.