#[ tangledfate ] ── angel dust

[diresang]

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ✦․⁺  ↳ @tangledfate

of all the deals husk had made in his life, this was the toughest one he had to hash out. the cat had numerous casinos, but they were all ones he had inherited from contracts━ but this one, his newest one, was all his. designed by him, he had been in charge of the building, and now he was in charge of the advertising. many regulars of his previous casinos were happy to try out one of husk's own creation━ the amber lion. but he needed more business.

and what sold better than sex.

though it ended up with dancer's poles in select casinos ( husk refused to install any into this new one ), he had brokered a deal with the overlord valentino. after all, when overlords weren't killing each other, they were figuring out ways to become more powerful. this way, they both were gaining more influence. the deal was a simple one; valentino gets VIP rooms and spots for dancers in a few casinos, and husk gets valentino's prized porn star on loan━ angel dust. the plan was that if angel could charm some suckers, and be seen as the face of this casino, the money would come pouring in.

husk stared down the spider from across his office's desk, a cigar between his fingers. 'all yours' came the sultry voice of the moth, a hand tracing under angel's chin, before he left the two alone. husk seemed unassumed by the display, scoffing in disgust as soon as the door shut behind him and flicking ashes into the ash tray on his desk. with a puff of smoke, husk walked around to the side of the desk, closer to angel but still giving him space.

            ❝ too bad you had to deal with that guy, kid. but for now, you're dealing with me, alright ? i ain't the kind of prick he is, but act out of line and i will remind ya' that for time being━ you're mine. ❞

husk paused, giving a moment to angel to acknowledge that before continuing on.

            ❝ all i need for you to do is make me money. and i ain't talkin' sleepin' with the chumps, i'm talkin' getting 'em to spend their money with your charm and good looks. distract 'em, give 'em bad advice, anything that'll work. ❞

another puff of his cigar, and husk turned his head to blow the smoke away from angel's direction. his gaze is cold, but it's serious━ it's truthful.

            ❝ i'll be providin' for your clothes, food, booze and even your goddamn bed━ so i'm expectin' ya' to treat me well. anything ya' want, it's yours, so long as i'm makin' money . . . any questions before i show you around ? ❞

[gambling-bartender]

closed starter for @tangledfate

It had been 3 years since Husk had sat down and sketched out his idea for the Afterlife Casino. 3 years of work and managing and dealing with the ever-present warfare of pentagram city but finally all that work had come to fruition. Finally, Husk's magnum opus would be opened and revealed for all the world to see.

His plan was to throw quite a little get together, drawing in Hell's overlords and the most famous traditional sinners the ring had to offer. He had managed to get some imps to extend invitations to a number of the sins themselves as well but those bigger names had all declined, not that he expected them to show themselves. It was about the principal of it, and a number of them had sent in their apologies for being unable attend so Husk wasn't too upset about it. Mammon had offered to attend but only in the event that Husk signed over 50 percent of the casino's profits and he had thanked Mammon for the offer but had turned it down.

The get together in question was to be one of the best parties Pride had ever seen, and not just that, but a masquerade. Husk had even gotten into contact with some of the best glamour crafters in envy and directed the various attendees to commission them if they wanted a truly disguising costume.

Husk's disguise had been one he had worked very directly with the designer to create. Rather than the winged cat he was naturally, a form he did not mind all that much but certainly wasn't his favorite, he would take on a far more fox-like appearance along with losing the wings. He had kept the black and red coloring but introduced some gold into the clothing. His outfit was to be a black and gold ornate eye mask with a matching vest layered over a cream shirt and matched with a pair of black slacks.

He had very specific plans for the party that evening. The on stage where the various performances would be held normally he had hired a number of live musicians to perform intending to cover a number of musical genres over the course of the night. What would normally be the main gambling hall had been left absent of the usual tables and roulette wheels, instead he had left it empty to act as a dance floor for the evening. The dances were to change over the the course of the night, matching the changes in music and the goal was to provide music and dance from times of the the lives of the various attending overlords. Along the sides of the dance floor was to be playing tables for various games, creating space for guests to gamble to their hearts content and as a favor to those attending Husk had included in his invitation an announcement that all attending would receive 5 thousand dollars in chips to start with, and they could buy or play for more once there.

Husk himself would play little part in the actual running of the event, however. He had left the operations of the event in good hands and had every intent to enjoy himself as a simple guest.

The night was going to be a night to remember, he was sure of it.

[littlebadger]

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ㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  Danny steeled his nerves for this- for this moment,  because he knew if he didn't summon the courage and strength now, he never would be able to. The nineteen year old was soft, hand tentatively moving up to the demon's jaw, thumb against his chin and fingers pressing lightly to hold him firm and still— before a  KISS was sealed.

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It's four days too late but there's a bouquet of peonies all a soft pink and white delivered by courier to Val's office with a card that reads "for your special day". There's no name to tell who they're from but the sender knew it likely wouldn't be necessary.

[ Valentino ]

Stomping through the door to his office with a little growl, slamming the door behind himself, "I need a goddamn minute, Travis!" He snapped, leaving the avian in the hallway on the other side of the door. Throwing his hands against his heavy wooden desk, he bared his teeth as he reached down for the margarita he'd left untouched in there half an hour previous.

Knocking it back easily, he dropped the empty glass back to the desk, whipping around to the right to make his way around the desk. That was when the sweet, citrusy, rosy scent of peonies hit him full force, and he squinted at the small table near the door. His antennae shifted, slowly lowering in confusion as he crossed the room, suddenly entirely placated.

He did love flowers.

Plucking the card from the beautiful vase of peonies, he brought it close to his face and squinted to read it. For your special day. It was the eighteenth? God, this was late. This was so late. Or, he supposed, incredibly early.

April was the next month that he would spend celebrating himself, being the month that held his death day. The day itself would be a solemn, drunken one, but the rest of the month would be specifically for celebrating everything there was to about himself.

Setting it down, he lifted one of the flowers to his face, smiling softly at it before glancing at the door. Dropping the flower back into the intricate vase, he turned and sashayed towards it. Ignoring Travis, he glided right past him, letting the office door fall shut behind him, and headed for Angel Dust's dressing room. The spider was supposed to be getting ready for the next scene in the shoot, but he could be late for this one thing.

Valentino's whims were always more important than anything else as long as he thought that they were.

Entering the room without knocking, he scooted up behind Angel Dust and ran all four of his hands over Angel's four shoulders. Down his arms, he touched him slow and carefully, bending forward until he could speak against the back of his head.

"Sending me flowers again, Bichito...? It's been a while, hasn't it?" Dragging his lips over Angel's neck, he let his tongue flick against his fur after a second.

No doubt Angel knew better than to fight him right now. Valentino had been shrieking, throwing things, and violently pissy just five minutes ago, and now he'd returned to the public eye sugary sweet. It would be better for everyone involved if Angel Dust just went along with this.

"They're beautiful, like someone else we know." Valentino. He was talking about himself.

[taleswritten]

@tangledfate sent Touch yourself for me { from Husk to Angel }

Tensions are running high. Angel has been a menace all day, subtly teasing Husk in ways that are only known to Husk. Like walking past him and gently brushing a finger along his wing or standing a little close, or dropping something and picking it up very slowly.

What can Angel say? He's been in a mood today and it looks like he's about to pay for it. The moment they're alone it's all kisses and heavy petting until they get further and further into the room.

Honestly, Angel had been more than okay with just being taken over the bar since the hotel is empty but....he's still figuring out boundaries so until he can figure out just what limits he can push, they make it back to Angel's room.

An arm wraps around Husk to drag him with him towards the bed except Husk shifts to push his hands against Angel and gently shove him onto the bed. He lands with an oof before he scoots his way up the bed.

He stretches out along it completely, laying on his side and propping one hand up so he can rest his chin in his hand.

Touch yourself for me.

Well, well, well. The clothes haven't even come off and Husk is already making lusty demands. Not that the spider minds at all and instead the growled command sends a shiver down his spine.

This time, Angel is wearing a dress, and so he decides he'll have a little fun with this. "I dunno, I might need a little more convincing, Husk." Angel breathes while fingers inch to the bottom of his dress, pulling the glittery fabric up inch by inch, agonizingly slow, to reveal inch by inch of skin, over thighs, but not quite what Husk wants to see just yet.

'Will I get a reward~?"

[taleswritten]

Being dropped on the bed hardly bothers him. In fact, he reacts by sprawling out across the bed and shifting legs to spread and make room for Husk to join him.

Once the feline crawls in after him, Angel's hands move to the other's body, trailing fingers up his arm, up his chest, to his face where he'll brush fingers through the fur on his cheek.

All the while there's a smug teasing look upon the spider's face. "I didn't say anything, handsome." Leaning upwards, Angel slants his lips over Husk's once more.

Oh he definitely liked to see Angel squirm, he was sure he’d proven that already. Liked him begging too. But too much squirming and he’d end up on the floor–and NOT in a fun way.

The original intent was to be sweet and just kiss and cuddle for a while. Angel, however, seemed to be in a hurry, so Husk changed tactics.

Hoisting the spider up as he got to standing, he let him drop onto the bed and crawled in after him. Well if he wanted to squirm, might as well make it for a good reason.

“What was that? Didn’t quite hear you.”

[weakermoments]

starter for @tangledfate ( Angel Dust ! )

-` 🔪 ´- 【  “ I would call you ' Tall, Dark, and Lanky ', but you're on the pale side, aren't ya?~ ”  Dan’s low drawl boomed across the stage where the spider demon was performing. “ What's a ghost gotta do to get something sweet like you into bed?~ ”

[fizzarollitm]

smash or pass + angel | | @tangledfate

" Angel Dust ? The fuckin' porn star ? I wouldn't mind inviting him over for the stage sometime. " Tongue poked out as he hummed to himself, foot tapped to a beat in his head. " I don't fuck talent but I want tips on how that goddamn throat works. Shit is like Mary Poppins bag. "

Smash & Pass !

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@tangledfate

A week had passed since the sinner demon had struck his deal with Valentino when he could not pay his tab, and in that time, he had become intimately acquainted with the seedy underbelly of Valentino's club.

Long shifts had turned into endless nights of serving drinks instead of drinking them, cleaning up after rowdy patrons, and catering to the whims of the club's unsavory clientele in whatever capacity they desired, so he definitely had a bit of a limp going on too.

As the hours stretched on and fatigue weighed heavy on his weary shoulders, Norrington found himself collapsing into a chair beside Angel Dust, the neon lit club buzzing with the energy of the night and reeked of sex, drugs and spilled booze. With a weary sigh, he greeted the Spider with a tired yet genuine smile.

"Oh, Good evening." Norrington muttered, his voice laced with exhaustion as he slumped against the upholstery of the chair. He'd usually be one to sit in the back and spend what hell dollars he had on the spider's dancing, but this was the first time he'd ever spoken to him.

Fan to Coworker

[gambling-bartender]

@tangledfate asked “What more do you want?!” { from Angel } from ask meme

Husk took a deep, frustrated breath. Angel started going out to bars again, started coming home in the early hours of the morning again. Husk knew what he was out there doing, knew he was self destructing again. He had tried to bring it up in a gentle way, but gentle had never been his strong suit.

"I want you to treat yourself with some god damn respect. You're better than this shit and there are other ways to deal with how fucked up everything is than literally throwing yourself to the god damn sharks."

[diresang]

[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends { angel to husk in our overlord au ;) }

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦․⁺  ↳ 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

husk wasn't a good man, and he never would claim to be. he was littered with flaws━ one being admitting he was in the wrong and apologizing. he couldn't remember a time when the words 'i'm sorry' came out of his mouth, and he wasn't quite sure how he planned to make up his mistake with angel without doing so.

            ❝ just fucking say sorry ! ❞ kimi had yelled at him, tugging at the fur on his ear angrily. she had been a witness to it, husk telling angel he'd just wanted to get on his good side━ that he was basically manipulating him for their first few months together. she had also been there to witness husk realizing he did have feelings, then proceeding to take out his frustration of it on angel.

and she was right. fucking hell, husk hated when she was right. because he was now down in the empty lounge way too late, having drake bring angel down from the bedroom he had confined him to earlier in the evening. he downed the whiskey in his glass just as angel had emerged, dressed in bellbottom jeans and a fluffy pink sweater. dull jazz played over the speakers, and husk looked at his saddened face with guilt.

            ❝ angel. . . dance with me. ❞ husk requested, watching the nerves overtake the spider in response━ taking the blame as he often did.

            ❝ whatever i did. . . i'm sorry. ❞

husk didn't respond, simply holding his hand towards angel and waiting for him to take it. and he did, cautiously, like he was waiting for husk to get angry at him. but it didn't come, only husk sweeping him off to the empty dancefloor as the music changed to kitty kallen━ a jazzy, slightly more upbeat orchestral filling the room. there were no words between them for a while, only the lyrics of the song that made husk's ears twitch.

                        ❝ it's been a long time                          haven't felt like this my dear                          since i can't remember when                          it's been a long, long time . . . ❞

husk found himself silent through out the song up until the outro orchestral, carefully spinning angel around before pausing their dance. he lifted angel's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of his palm before slowly inching up his arm.

            ❝ . . . stay with me tonight, baby. ❞ it was husk's very own pathetic attempt of an apology. attempting to make up for it rather than actually using the words themselves.

            ❝ ain't you mad at me ? 'cause that's how it felt all night. ❞ angel snapped back quickly, yet he didn't pull away from husk's kisses, like he was expecting more.

husk glanced up to angel, catching a glimpse of kimi behind them at the bar frantically mouthing at him to apologize. he could've sworn he saw her silently threaten him as well. he tensed, let out a sigh, holding angel's arm against his lips.

            ❝ no, i'm not mad at you, baby. ❞ husk finally lowered angel's hand, reaching to take ahold of the other one, looking up to angel and meeting his eyes, ❝ mi dispiace. ❞

angel was silent for a while, and all husk had was his worrying thoughts racing through his head, and the jazz still playing over the speakers. husk was ready to pull away when suddenly hands cupped his face, leading him forward and into a firm kiss on the lips. the cat froze up, his wings behind him poofing up rather dramatically. husk's eyes were wide staring up at angel, even as he pulled away and whispered, ❝ ti perdono. ❞

husk was frozen in his spot for what felt like forever, thinking through his options here. until finally he settled on one━ ❝ . . . fuck it. ❞ and grabbed angel, tugging him back down into another kiss.

[diresang]

❛ you are my salvation. ❜ { from angel to husk, you know it's for the overlord au, do I need to say it at this point? ;) }

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦․⁺  ↳ darker vibes

husk watched angel with a smile. he wasn't quite sure when their relationship had turned into this, so soft and almost domestic. he's simply laying in his bed, angel getting un-ready from the day sitting at the new vanity husk had just had brought into his once lifeless room. everything around him was slowly gaining a touch of angel in it.

not that he was complaining.

when angel got up, husk couldn't help but notice the serious look in his eyes. husk had a knack for reading others, and angel was the easiest he'd ever met. he held his hand out, inviting angel to take it and join him at his side. he's ready to question him, ask him he's okay━ but angel beats him to it.

            ❝ you are my salvation. ❞

what should be a compliment makes husk's ears flatten. because that wasn't what he was. he was no savior, no salvation━ he was a deal-maker, a contract holder. a personal hell for specially chosen sinners. even with angel, the spider cupping his face and kissing his cheeks, husk was just an overlord who had bought his services in the end. no matter how well he treated him, that's what it would always look like. he was dangerous, he was feared. and he couldn't help but think for a moment the rumors were true━ he was getting soft.

but husk didn't say anything. he let his hands rest on angel's hips and guide him closer. he wouldn't deny angel what he thought was true, what husk wished was true. his tail thumped against the bed behind him.

            ❝ dormiamo, tesoro. ❞

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“ please  touch  me. “ { Angel to Val }

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

[ Valentino ]

Taking Angel Dust's hand in his upper left one, he drew his arm out and ran his tongue up the other's arm. Licking fur wasn't the best thing in the world, and it was damp with his hot pink, tingling saliva, but he didn't mind. He liked to make a statement, and this one was obvious.

"Yeah, Bichito?" Valentino's grin was downright predatory as he drew his lips from the other's arm, "You want me to touch you? Drive you crazy?" Did he need to roll that 'r' on crazy? "I know you need me. Miss me?"

He'd been gone all morning with Vox, having started off having sex with him and missing out on the first three hours of recording. When he'd finally arrived on set, he ended up blindsided by Angel's eagerness to see him.

"You want to try saying these things on camera?" He added, "Let me get you in that stage bed?"

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🦴 { from Angel, you knew this was coming }

Send 🦴 For Valentino To Call Your Muse A "Good Boy/Girl!"

[ Valentino ]

He couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Angel looked too good today, was too dolled up, too perfect, and Valentino had almost forgotten Angel was supposed to be shooting today. Instead of letting him get on set, though, he'd been holding the spider hostage in his lap. Both lower hands gripped Angel's hips, the threat of his arousal very real beneath him. All the while, his upper hands were everywhere.

They ran up his sides, over his stomach, dug into the thick fur on his chest (which always elicited a soft sigh of satisfaction and a series of purrs from him), and rubbed at his shoulders. Without a thought in his head, he had spent the better part of an hour just touching him. Travis had been giving him the side eye for most of it, and eventually, Valentino had simply ordered someone else to take Angel's shift today.

Just for today.

A little, well-placed moan from the spider sent a surge of desire through the moth and he rolled his hips up, catching Travis' eye again as they watched the scene before them. Valentino was a handsome man, and Angel was beautiful, and they made a damn impossibly sexy pair. Travis would have been blind and stupid not to gawk at them.

"There's Daddy's good boy..." He purred into Angel's ear, licking his neck and wrapping his long, slim tongue around it. He gave a little squeeze, just a hint of one, before he released him and used his hold on Angel's hips to grind him down, "What do you say we play the quiet game?"