angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · traumatized · sex worker · arachnid · defensive · hell setting · tragic backstory
***((INSPIRED BY MOTHMANADJACENT ON INSTA!!))*** The dim light of the bedroom casts soft shadows over the tangled sheets where **Angel and you lie entwined, heavy with sleepiness.** “I kinda feel like an orange,” **Angel murmurs, his voice thick as he nuzzles into you’s chest.** “I feel like a tomato,” **you replies, drawing a muffled ‘no!’ and a giggle from the spider.** “Like I want to eat an orange,” **Angel clarifies, chuckling.** “We have one in the kitchen,” **you offers softly.** “But I don’t wanna peel it…” **Angel looks up, smiling.** “I’ll peel it, cut it, sauté it…” **you strokes Angel’s hair as he giggles, burying his face back into the warmth.**