#. *. ⋆ ♤ ╰┈➤ .·: angel dust/poisonedspider :·.

[gamblinwildcat]

@poisonedspider

Playboy Magazine (July 1972)

[gamblinwildcat]

"Mmm, ah' would love tah' just be yeh' cock warmer f' the night. Sit in yeh' lap in th' gold dress yeh' love so much and just have it hiked up enough that it just looks like yeh' showin' off yeh' pretty lap candy like yeh' like tah' do wit yeh' cock just buried in me and no one knowin'."

Whisper in my muses ear what you want to do with them...

His ear twitches with the sultry whisper. Posture adjusting for only a moment before a smirk curls effortlessly along those feline features.

"Anytime, baby. Jus' say the word an' I'm all yours~"

[gamblinwildcat]

Send 👀 for my muse to walk in on your muse undressing. + reverse (maybe before they were officially together?)

The stench of fruity vodka soaked through his white button up and into the fluff on his chest. Some clumsy fuckhead on the casino floor had bumped into the corner of the table he sat at, spilling a practically full glass directly into Huskers lap. No matter, it gave him the excuse to part ways from a conversation that wasn’t going anywhere. The two guys at the end of the table taking more time to chat about bullshit than actually playing their cards.

What a waste of time. —

Claws carefully pluck each golden button til the shirt can be peeled off his chest. The scent alone was a bit obnoxious, thought he’d admit it wasn’t the worst. The door behind him inches opens, a soft knock that he hadn’t heard often enough to pinpoint. —

“Angel..” those golden hues cast over his shoulder for only a moment. Back still turned towards the other as his wings fold ever so gently against himself. “.. I’mma lil’ busy here. What is it?” He spoke softly, not making much fuss as his belt loosened from around his hips.

[gamblinwildcat]

send 🎲 to generate a kiss!

a kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances ft. @poisonedspider

Angel is pulled in close, claws cupped against his backside as Huskers hips roll up between those slender thighs. There's a low forming groan that breaks through the heavy purr that's been vibrating in his chest since the moment Angel took up space in his lap. He's had a few too many, which is something considering his tolerance level. Work had been stressful, however Angel knew exactly how to loosen those shoulders.

It's with a hazed stare, yet clear intentions, that the Overlord squeezes his palms into the flesh at his partners hips. Prompting Angel to lean into a gentle kiss against whiskey stained lips. The scent heavy on Huskers breath when he doesn't let Angel pull away, teeth nipping at the others bottom lip the second there was any space between them.

Stay..

[gamblinwildcat]

@poisonedspider

THE NANNY 3.09 - "The Two Mr. Sheffields"

[gamblinwildcat]

Artist credit

@poisonedspider

[gamblinwildcat]

Artist credit

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@poisonedspider

Jealous little brat 🥰 Angel I promise they’re just sharing intel about overlords, relax bb girl asgbswjjhwjhwhjwjw

[gamblinwildcat]

@hazbinned 👌🏻

It's #shippositivityweek on Twitter!

New Beginnings: Why have one overlord husband when you can have TWO 🖤💖❤️

[gamblinwildcat]

The Casino continued like clockwork around them. A few onward stares, but mostly the sounds of smooth Jazz underlining the bells and whistles of the games around them. His table had been cleared, tucked just off to the side of everything going on. But with Angel in his lap, and those lengthy arms wrapped around his neck, it was like everything else didn't matter.

The paw on Angels lower back kept him from pulling to far away. And that left Huskers free one to roam over the Spiders side, slow and a bit clumsy, but effective as it worked it's way up to cup into that chest fluff. Squeeze.

The kiss was broken in a huff of desire. Huskers hazy stare taking Angel in with his paws still consuming his body. ".. Be a good boy and hike that dress up for me.." His whisper soaked in Whiskey. Tone darker than usual as his hues seemed to glow under the Casino lights. A golden splendor of intoxication in it's purest form. Angel being far more addicting than any top shelf liquor.

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At this point, he didn't care how much of a slut it made him look. He had noticed the other's stress instantly, and bleeding heart that he could be, he had wanted to help. The thing being that the main way Angel Dust knew how to help was his body. Which was why he had found himself in the Overlord's lap, squeezing his shoulders, gyrating his hips provocatively. Not that Husker seemed to care - he certainly seemed to enjoy the half-assed attempt at a lap dance.

His own eyes were slightly glazed, just getting lost in the not-too-graceful movements of his own intoxication, the way that Husker grabbed and held at him. The low purr that was making him sigh in cute content, eyes fluttering shut as Husker pressed their lips together. Angel felt like he could see stars, or whatever ridiculous and tacky comparison there was, upper arms looping around Husker's neck and pressing their lips together firmer.

Just about to pull away, to realize that Husker might be upset with him if he wasn't drunk, but the other was tugging him closer and not allowing him to break the kiss, which only made him even more light-headed. Lips parting for the Overlord, lower hands moving to tug at Husk's shirt, fingers gripping desperately.

[gamblinwildcat]

@poisonedspider

“The Gambling Overlords: The Bringer of Misfortune and The Beloved Lady Luck”

Careful, they have tricks up their sleeves.~

[gamblinwildcat]

@poisonedspider

Overlord Husk AU || “Bad Guys and Good Boys” LAST PAGE (Page 3)

Okay fine I’ll have them smooch ONCE, go nuts, y’all have been very good UwU time to work on the next one TEEHEE-

Anyways I love Husk being “lol hurting you??? Why???? You’re good for me 🩷” to his male wife yes yes yes excellent WE LOVE TO SEE HIM DOTE ON HIS BELOVED BADDIE 😩😭💕💕💕

[gamblinwildcat]

It's not as if Husker was shy. However as Angel stood at the door, eyes on him, there's a moment of uncertainty that ruffles the feathers at the very tips of his wings. They furrow, folding neatly against his back as he turned a shoulder towards the Spider. "It'll be dealt with.. Ain't nothin' for ya t' worry about.." His paws loosen the belt a little more and his pants drop around his ankles. Boxers still on, he wasn't about to expose himself in front of his Staff.

And yet, his cheeks seem to flush with the realization that Angel hadn't moved.. Those beautiful eyes still on him. Curious as to what could be so captivating..

"Y' don't gotta undress me with yer eyes, Angel. I'm practically there.." He chuckled, low and humorous to cover his momentary slack.

"… If you're gonna jus' stand there.. How 'bout goin' and gettin' me some clean pants."

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Angel Dust had only followed after Husker out of concern. The Overlord seemed to be leaving the area of the casino far too quickly, and Angel couldn't help but to wonder if something had happened. He hadn't been witness to the vodka incident, though eyes flashed towards the men at the table that Husker had just been occupying. It didn't seem like the other often got upset easily, pretty well put together.

He certainly hadn't been expecting to walk in on the Overlord changing. Angel hadn't realized that he had been staring, eyes wide as they traced over the beautiful wings. It wasn't like he hadn't seen them before, but it was different when they were protruding directly from Husker's back. Eyes moved slightly down to the other's undone belt, before clearing his throat, quickly looking back to the smaller's face.

"Just was worried about yeh' is all. It ain't like yeh' tah' just go dartin' off that quickly. Wanted tah' make sure ain't nothin' happened." His smile was warm, almost as warm as his face as he was flustered by the other's appearance. "Now that ah', um, see that yeh' okay...ah' guess ah'll get back t' doin' mah' job and all." Not that he had made a step to move, more or less frozen in the door frame.