Abel's hubby

yall can call me Mari or House. CEO of Abel's most biteable asscheek 24. he/they Agender transmasc. dni bigots, creeps, and minors. 18+

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Why is it that when racism occurs in fandom spaces, in independent media, that y’all keep calling people weird for reacting strongly to it? Y’all really think you’re doing something when you pull that dingy “there’s real world problems to deal with” excuse out your ass just to shut up people rightfully wanting justice and feeling comfortable with their media.

It was real when y’all dressed up in cosplays, and made fan art, and went to conventions, and got to interact with your faves through their social platforms…but suddenly when bigotry is involved, it’s not that big of a deal.

Let me rephrase what y’all are trying to say: POC don’t get to have fandom. We don’t get to have media. That part of the real world is something we’re not allowed to touch. It’s the one space that discrimination and prejudice will always thrive, because you refuse to acknowledge the layers of racism for what they are.

I think people should be just as critical of fandom spaces and their bigotry as they would the real world. You should treat these scandals of people saying slurs, of outright refusing to hire POC for certain roles, and whatever the fuck else these companies decide to facilitate and be complicit in as hate crimes, as segregation, as RACISM. You should see these behaviors and patterns of behavior as indicative of something in the real world, because we all exist in the real world, and these things don’t leave us just because we put on a quirky username.

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Reblog if you don't use Generative AI to write fanfics/original fics or to create fanart/original art.

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Came out to my mom

Came out to my mom as a transmasc guy today

She told me to be myself

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s t r e s s e d

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He's so me

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It’s his scene guys!!

[singleloserinyourarea]

Sometimes I want a partner but then I think about it and would someone even want me?? I feel like such a fucking freak all the time

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Happy Birthday to this cutie!! 🎉🕸💕

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Just leaving a little star right here ⭐

you can claim it after ep8…

UPDATE: THIS AGED BADLY

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TADC ep 8 spoilers with no context

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Introducing....

Dion Powers

(He/They)

He's 22

Dion is a young African American transman from Texas and comes from a long line of Watchmakers.

He named himself after his Great Grandpa, Dion. Who he knew for the first 6 years of his life. He would spend a lot of time with his great grandpa and learn what he could about watches. He grew up in a very religious household, he was a pastor's kid and his community was quite bigoted toward queer people. He came out as trans to his parents and moved in with a friend of his.

Dion volunteered at an animal shelter and loved taking care of the rabbits.

Dion died in a snowstorm in 2021 while saving his shelter bunnies from freezing to death.

They now reside in heaven making and fixing watches for winners and angels alike. They also spend their off time hanging out in their qp polycule with Abel, Emily, and Peter.

He is a vegetarian after questioning how meat in heaven works if a lot of winners are very animal-like in appearance.

Dion is learning to deal with his religious guilt around being trans.

More fun facts

Dion has paw prints on his ears because he accidentally kept stepping on them and tripping over them when he first got to heaven.

He always has snacks in his clock themed bag (not shown)

He has golden top surgery scars.

He's always cold

Tends to use Abel as a pillow

Makes the BEST Mac and cheese and cornbread

He has many rabbit like tendencies, including flopping when comfortable, thumping when anxious or fussy, chinning, and honking.

Ain't he precious

Artwork by my great buddy. My bestie even, @inktonic

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the Tboy Abel moodboard no one asked for but I had fun making it

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Quick disclaimer, I'm on the aro spectrum, but I tried my best. I love Huskerdust💕

~This aching heart of mine is singing "Lover Come Back to Me"~

“I'msolonely....everyroadI .....walkalong,”

Husk bitterly mused in a drunken stupor over his--he didn’t know how many--trays of microwave mini tacos and however many beers he’d consumed--he lost count. Whiskey was his drink of choice, but nothing drowned his sorrows better than good, strong ale, and lots of it. At this point, even Alastor was concerned by how much he was drinking. He had been watching the poor cat for the past hour. He wondered how much longer he could go on like this, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, stuffing his face with greasy bar foods, and “singing” sad songs.

“Damn, I’m out of fuckin…” Husk uttered. He clumsily pushed his now-empty tray of mini tacos out of the way and reached for a giant tub of soft pretzel balls and a can of cold microwave beer cheese dip. Alastor was staring in fear. What was Husk planning? The forlorn feline opened the can with all the poise of a walrus in en pointe shoes, plucked a pretzel ball from the container and dipped it. He popped it in his mouth savouring the taste, before once again ravenously, drunkenly feasting. There had to be something to numb the pain, and it was gonna be him fitting those pretzel balls in his mouth if nothing else. Husk rested his head on the bar counter as he kept indulging himself. Was he indulging himself if he was so miserable? Either way, he was ever so slightly shocked when he popped a pretzel ball into his mouth and it was wet. 

‘What the fuck?” Husk looked and saw his claws were also dripping in…beer? He shrugged. “Fuck it.” He dipped another pretzel in his beer. It was all going to the same place anyway. Why would he care? Why should he care? What even was care? His heart was broken. Fuck it all. “Lover, come back to me~” he slurred.

Alastor had had it. He materialised right next to Husk, clearing his throat.

“Husker, I really do believe you’ve had enough.” Al tried to take away the evidence of Husk’s binge. He hugged his pretzel container to him like a cat clinging to their owner’s leg

“No!” he hissed. “Mine. All I have is this now, damn it!”

“If you miss him so much, why not just go visit him?” the demon suggested. The question woke him up. “Huh?!” Husk looked around at the mess he made. He looked down at himself. 

“You’ve been in this stupor for 3 months. Just go see him.” 

“I- Alastor. I can’t”

“Sure, you can. I give you my permission. As a matter of fact. I want you to go.”

“No, I-I can’t get past his fuck ass boss. Even if I do, I can’t see him looking like this.”

“Let me take care of that-- As for your appearance. I’m sure that won’t be a problem. Trust me.”

“What do you mean, man? I got fat. Look.” Husk grabbed his stomach fat. Still no shirt, though. He didn’t hate how he looked, but how would Angel feel? Al just leaned on his staff. “Trust me, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” the deer mused. He was very much in a state of bliss that comes with his “I know something you don’t know~”

The days had come and gone, and Husk had been busy trying to steel his nerves. Today was the day he would finally see Angel. He really hoped the spider would still like him despite his appearance changing. Husk looked at himself in the mirror. Alastor had manifested a nice suit for the bartender to wear, reminiscent of his overlord days. He finally bestowed upon him, drip. Husk checked himself out, analysing his new build and how the suit fit. He looked good, he thought. But would Angel feel the same?

This was set to be the perfect date. The lobby was abuzz with Charlie overseeing the preparations, but renting out Dante’s Inferno had been no easy feat. Not because of a lack of funding, but because of Lu and Al, yet again, trying to outperform each other. Lucifer swore he was the better matchmaker. After all, he was the only married one at the hotel and, well, he did also finesse both of Adam’s wives. Alastor had no real stake in proving him wrong, but he--ever the ragebaiter--saw to it that he would put his hat in the matchmaking ring. After so much back-and-forth, Vaggi and Charlie finally got them to compromise.

“Both of you, stop it. This is about Husk and Angel. Put your pride aside for more than 10 seconds so we can make sure this is the perfect date for them.”

“Yea! They need it”, Niffty interjected, pausing from her rat chase with Baxter.

The two at odds looked at eachother, neither wanting to cave. They rolled their eyes and begrudgingly shook hands in a truce.

The only loose end was getting Angel there. 

“Why don’t we just call Valentino?” Cherri suggested from her spot on the couch. 

“Yes. Perhaps pose as an anonymous client seeking the company of Angel Dust.” Baxter added, earning Niffty’s nod of approval.

“So, who’s gonna call?” Charlie asked, “I’m sure he knows my voice by now, so it can’t be me.”

“I can do it," Vaggi suggested. Baxter just shook his head pensively, “No. You’re not good at the act of deceit.”

“Hey-”

“Well, I can’t do it. I kicked his ass last time we dealt with them.” Cherri added. They went around narrowing down the options until there was one left.

“I can do it.” Lucifer declared. “Are you sure, dad? I’m sure anyone would recognise your voice at this point. You’re the king of Hell”

“I’m not ‘dad’. Nor am I Lucifer, king of Hell. ” He cleared his voice and postured himself. “I’m Ricardo Valentine, master of seduction, who is woefully lonely this Valentine’s Day.”

Vaggi facepalmed. 

Lucifer pulled out his phone, dialled *69 and called, putting the Moth on speaker.

“Hello, you’ve reached Valentino. Para español, aprieta dos.” Lu let the voice directory continue. “You’ve reached Valentino’s escort services. If you’d like to book an escort, press 6. If you’d to change an appointment , press 9. If you’d like to cancel your appointment, press 0. If you have any complaints, go fuck yourself. Just kidding. Press 3 and we will fix the issue right away”

Lu pressed 6. He cleared his throat and shifted around nervously.

“Hello, this is Valentino. How can I help you today?”

“Oh uhm yes hello. My name is Ricardo Valentine. I am a master of seduction and am interested in booking an escort for the night.”

“Oh, lonely this Valentine’s Day, huh? Well, don’t worry, we have plenty of lovely options for you. Girls, guys, does it matter to you?”

“Uh, preferably guys. I love to top them of course.”

 “We have Orgazmike, Duke, Glamazine, Angel Dust-”

“ANGEL--I- yes, Angel Dust.” ‘Ricardo’ responded. There was a pause on the line. 

“Looks like he’s all booked for the night.” Their hearts sank. Lu looked around for inspiration. 

“I can pay you 5 times the amount,” the king of Hell and international man of seduction blurted out. The line went silent again. After a beat, Valentino responded.

“Alright, Ricardo. You have a deal, but be careful with my goods- er my employee.” 

The Lobby erupted in silent celebration.

“Perfect.”

Payment details and time of meeting were discussed. The goal was in sight. 

“One thing, Mr uh…”

“Valentine, Ricardo Valentine, master of seduction.”

“Yes. Mr Valentine, you sound really familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

Shit.

“Uh…uh no? Don’t believe so?” Lu started to panic. 

“That’s a shame. You have a really sexy voice.” Valentino trilled. Lucifer blushed at the compliment. 

“Anyways. Angel Dust will see you at Dante’s Inferno at 8 pm. Thank you for your time and your money. Bye-bye now.”

The line went dead, and Lu hung up as well. The lobby was filled with cheers, and suddenly Husk felt…hope? And butterflies in his stomach. Fuck that. Birds were flapping around in his stomach. Was this actually happening? 

Husk checked the time. It was

“7:30?!” 

“Shit, I gotta go!” Husk exclaimed, speeding toward the door. 

“Wait, Husker. I got a car for you. It’s the least I can do as the best matchmaker.” 

They all looked at Alastor. “Please don’t start.”

Husk sat at the restaurant, shifting in his seat nervously. He checked his watch every 10 seconds, waiting for Angel. Finally, he saw Angel from across the empty restaurant. His heart began racing, and his breathing quickened. 

“I’m here for Ricardo…Valentine?” Angel told the host at the front. The host escorted him to the most romantic section of the restaurant, ushering him right to-

“Husk?” Angel’s eyes shot wide. “I - You-” The spider felt faint.

Husk stood up to rush to Angel, catching him before he fell. He escorted him to the seat across from his, pulling it out for him.

___________________

“I- I can’t believe you’re here. You’re my client?!” Husk blushed

“Well, Lucifer made the call for me but…Heh. Guilty.”

“Aw you really missed me, huh whiskers?” Angel teased, already knowing the answer. He reached across the table and took his hands in his. Husk kissed them, mustering all of his old player confidence. “More than you know.”

The two caught up and enjoyed eachother’s company. Good food. Good drinks. Amazing date partner.

“So what have you been up to lately?” Angel asked, trailing his hand along the table toward Husk’s. Husk just blushed. “Uh, nothing much. Tending the bar like usual. Everything has been just about the same at the hotel. I miss- We miss you a lot, though.” Angel looked away sadly. He missed them, too. He missed Husk. He missed these quiet moments they got to share together. He missed showing Husk weird, cute animals on his phone. He looked back at Husk and perked up a bit. Hey, at least he got to be with Husk for this moment. For once, he could try to forget about the stranglehold Valentino had on him. 

“But hey. I’m here with you now, aren’t I?” Angel puffed his chest fluff and fluttered his eyes. Husk chuckled and rolled his eyes. “That you are.”

The date went smoothly, culminating in the two going back to the hotel after Husk’s convincing. The intimate tension between the two was palpable

Up in Husk’s room, near spotless because of how seldomly he’s in there, the two…shuffled around awkwardly?

“So uh…this is your room, huh? It’s nice.” Angel eeked out. Husk just smiled.

“Uh, thanks.” The room went silent. 

“Angel. I don’t wanna pressure you. But-” The cat exhaled, steadying his nerves. “You know you can stay. I want you to stay.”

“Husk, you know I can’t.”

Husk sighed, not wanting to ruin the good vibes they had going on. “At least stay for the night. Tell Val that ‘Ricardo Valentine’ needed you longer.” Angel looked around pensively, processing the idea. He knew it was risky, but he wanted nothing more--deep down inside-- than to stay with Husk.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.” Husk exhaled like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. This was the happiest he’d been in…forever?

“You make me so happy. You know that?” Husk asked, taking Angel’s hands in his own. Angel blushed. This is the first time someone has ever been so tender with him. It felt like more than he deserved, but damn it he was going to enjoy this moment.

“You deserve the world, legs. I mean that. I’m sorry I can only give you what I have but I hope you’ll accept it. Accept me.”

“Oh, Husk.” Angel was melting. “I- I could just kiss you right now.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Angel bent down and kissed him. Sparks flew immediately as Husk returned the kiss. Once broken, the cat tenderly lifted the Spider and placed him on the bed. Angel was flustered. Sure, he’s had sex plenty of times before. This was far from his first rodeo. He had just never seen Husk like this. Soft, erotic, forward.

Husk crawled on top of him, kissing Angel all the way up, starting with his legs, having access from the slit of the spider’s dress. The kisses were gentle, but still hungry nonetheless. Angel was in pure euphoria. He couldn’t remember the last time this felt so good. He moaned and sighed at Husk’s ministrations. He began tearing up from the sheer bliss.

 Once face-to-face with Angel, Husk placed one last kiss on his waiting lips before speaking. “Angel, what’s wrong? If you don’t want to continue, we can stop.” The cat wiped Angel’s tears away and made a move to get off of him. Angel used his second set of arms to hold Husk in place. 

“No, this is great. Really. I’ve just…never … It’s never been this good to me. Hasn’t been in forever. Let’s keep going. Please.” Angel sighed. Husk took that as his cue to begin kissing the spider once again. Angel threw his head back once Husk reached his neck.

“Oh, Husky~” he sighed and reached for his wings, caressing them gently. Angel felt Husk grow against his pants.

“Husk,” Angel chuckled. “You really gonna do me fully dressed?”

“Oh-” Husk suddenly remembered the other thing he was worried about. Angel hadn’t rejected him so far based on his newly acquired heft. Why would he reject him now….is what Husk wanted to think. In reality, he was internally panicking. 

Fuck, what if he doesn’t like me or find me attractive after this?

Husk steeled his nerves and sighed. He could be brave. If Angel really rejected him after this, was it really worth trying to be with him in the first place? Husk slowly removed his suspenders, bow tie, and shirt, revealing his larger form. Angel sat up and his eyes widened, and he smiled incredulously. 

A “Damn~” was all the taller could manage. “Give us a little turn~” Husk bashfully turned in a circle. He motioned for Husk to come back to the bed. Husk sat next to him 

“Fuck, so that’s what you’ve been up to while I’ve been gone huh?” Angel purred, tracing his hands along Husk’s belly. 

“Uh, heh. Well uh. I just switched to beer and cheap bar foods. Heh. Uh..”

“Mhmmm~” Angel just hummed, completely distracted by Husk’s build as the cat continued explaining himself. 

“....I could try to lose it if you want.”

Record scratch. Huh? What? Noooo

“Why would I want that?”

“I don’t know. I just figured…I mean…look at you.” Husk gestured. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Husky~” Angel caressed the cat’s face. “You ain’t too bad yourself. Only change if you want to. If you like how you are now, that’s fine by me.” Angel snaked a hand back down to Husk’s soft stomach and pinched the fat there lightly. “More than fine by me, really~” the spider mused. 

“Come here, you~” Husk pounced once again

“Oh, Husk~”

Epilogue

After all went quiet, Alastor quietly snuck into Husk’s room, finding the two lovebirds asleep, cuddling under the covers. The deer snuck a picture of the two, then exited the room. He had an incentive to make sure Angel stayed at the hotel.

‘Oh, ain’t this just such a happy display?’ Alastor thought as he scrolled through his phone to find Vox’s number. He attached the photo to his message 

‘I’m taking him back, old pal. Get fucked.’ 

And sent. Alastor quickly moved the photo into his “gross. Do not touch” folder and went back to his room. ‘It sickens me.’

Fin

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

P.S. Sorry I'm late, but I needed time to cook this one up. Also, for Valentino's Spanish, I used a Puerto Rican Spanish translator. I don't speak much Spanish at all, so I'm sorry if it's inaccurate. I am more than willing to correct it.

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Should be out tomorrow

Happy Valentines Day

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New fic?

And if I write a huskerdust fic with fat cat Husk?

What are y'all gonna do about it?

[inktonic]

Not the stepdad, but the dad('s minion) that stepped up

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If you were church, I'd get on my knees

Abel x chubby transmasc winner!reader

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CW: THIS IS SMUT. 18+ ONLY Body worship. Tender, desperate top Abel. Bottom reader. Reader has top surgery but not bottom surgery and is on T. The fact that reader is chubby isn't THAT relevant, but there's slight hints toward it. Abel is a desperate service top. Praise kink. Oral reader receiving. Words hole and entrance are used and which one is left vague on purpose, except the oral part. Comfort. TW Religious trauma and guilt? Title comes from “Church” by Fall Out Boy. Yes it’s because Abel is voiced by Patrick…well that and I’ve been a fan of fall out boy for about 12 years. Finally, apologize if it's not that good, I haven't written smut in maybe 6 years.

“Mmm~” you moaned embarrassingly as you hid your face behind your hands. Abel kissed his way up your tummy to your chest until he reached your face. “Hey~” Abel whispered kindly. He propped himself up, straddling your waist as you remained prone. The blonde angel gently held your hands and pried them away from your face. You couldn't look him in the eyes because of your shyness. Abel stared at you with a warm, heartfelt smile, and he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Don't hide from me, please, babe,” Abel pleaded as he lowered himself to place kisses on your face, starting with your forehead and ending with your lips.

“You're gorgeous.” Abel continued, starting at your neck. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Marking. Drawing out sweet sounds from you for him to revel in. He loved making you feel good--more than anything in Heaven. Even more than his precious taffies and cheese assortments. Abel whimpered softly, feeling his dick harden, skimming across your skin. Your lover lowered himself to your chest. He kissed the golden-tinted scars left from when you woke up in heaven without that literal weight on your chest.

“Heavenly” he mused. His eyes held stars in the shape of your soft form.

You spent so many years of your life being made to feel like you were an abomination, worthy only of death and eternal damnation. You still often wondered if you deserved to be in heaven, let alone with the son of an archangel, especially in this moment. Here he was making love to you when the only thing you could think about was the Lord striking you down, despite already being in heaven. And you saw the weird stares you'd get from Adam and Lute all the time. You heard the snickers and comments behind your back, and ever since Adam died, Lute has been airing out her hatred to you face.

I'm an abomination. You felt a tear begin to prick your eyes as your mind spiralled. Abel, ever so attentive to you, noticed immediately. He moved from on top of you and to your side, holding you as the dam broke. You buried your face in his soft chest, tears flowing freely now. He continued to hold you until he felt your breathing calm.

“What's wrong, babe?” He shifted back a little to get a look at your face. You sniffled.

“Why are you with me? Why am I here? I'm an abomination. I’m disgusting”

Abel's eyes widened. He knew you were a bit self-conscious about your body--your scars that you tried to wear as a badge of honour--but it still felt too heavy.

“What do you mean?” The chubby angel propped himself up on an elbow.

“I mean, I don't deserve heaven. I don’t deserve to be here with you. I don’t deserve your love, and I certainly don't deserve you making love to me. Lute and Adam were right.”

He said your name with pain.“Why would you say that?”

“I'm trans. They teach us that we're sinners in church every Sunday on Earth. Politicians say we deserve to go to jail just for existing. Some ‘holy men of God’ call for our deaths just because we fight to live.” You vented. You toed the line between disbelief and belief. Deep down, you knew that you weren't wrong for wanting to live freely, but all those years of bible thumpers did a number on your morale, even if you DID ultimately end up in heaven. Abel wiped your tears as he called for you.

"You're so precious, ya know? If anyone deserves to be here, it's you. You fought so hard to be yourself. You're still fighting. M-My dad was wrong. Lute is wrong. All of those people deep in…” Abel tried to find the words, “bad-faith… gospel…stuff are wrong. You belong here.” He kissed your nose. “With me” Abel doesn't lie.

Abel stood up from the bed and beckoned you to sit on the edge of it. He steadied his breath.

“If you were church, I'd get on my knees,” The second son kneeled in front of you on a pillow that had fallen off the bed as if you were an altar, “ confess my love. I'd know where to be.” He held your hands to his lips, kissing them. “My sanctuary. You're holy to me.”

Emotions welled up inside you. This registered with you on a higher level than any simple ‘I love you’, though those were fine as well.

“I love you. You're my partner, and I won't let anything happen to you. I promise…i think-no-yes-n-yes. I promise”

You chuckled through residual tears, “Thank you, Abel. I love you too.” You looked down and caught sight of his crotch, his girth still standing at attention through his boxers. You slowly returned your gaze back to his flushed face, taking in the view of his soft, pliant body in the process. He looked delicious, and you wanted him. He wanted you. Still kneeling, he placed his hands on your knees, tenderly spreading your legs as if he were opening the gates to heaven himself. For this moment, you were his heaven.

“M-may I?” He stuttered, attempting not to lose his nerve. You nodded.

“I need words, babe,” the angel said, giving a cheeky smile—one of those rare moments when you found him being a bit more confident. He was at least mildly confident in his abilities, but he needed constant praise and assurance as to whether you were enjoying it as much as he was.

“Yes, baby.” You pleaded. He blushed. You raised your hips to help him remove your underwear. The cool air hit, causing you to whimper. He swallowed your noises in a kiss, continuing his earlier ministrations: Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Biting. It was magnificent, you thought you could find release from this alone.

Abel worked his way down your body, from your neck to your shoulders, landing at your chest. He tenderly caressed your chest scars, kissing along every inch of them. He continued lower, also spending time on your tummy, then your thighs, littering both areas in hickeys.

You fully rested on the bed as Abel returned to your pelvis. He left chaste kisses on your inner thighs, leading up to your core, revelling in your sounds.

“Baby, p-please.” You reached for Abel before he could dive back down, caressing his cheek. He reached for your hand to hold as he went in. The feeling made you gasp in pleasure. He started slow, placing kisses and long, broad tongue strokes at your entrance. He pulled you closer, as if you were his meal. You supposed you were at this point.

“F-fuck”, you gasped for air as he brought his free hand into the mix. Abel looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. He circled his tongue around your growth, sucking on it between licks.

He steadily increased the intensity of his ministrations, eating you out like a man starved. You clumsily reached for a pillow and held it to your face. It was all you could do not to scream so loud the neighbours would hear. Abel paused briefly to call for you, still allowing his thumb to continue to preach to your aching growth. You peeked down from your silencer, spotting his face. His lips and chin glistening from your juices.

“Don’t silence yourself. I-I want to hear you. Please. I-I love the sounds you make because of me.” You brought your pillow away from your face, clutching it to your chest like a rollercoaster lap bar. Abel returned to his mission. He hit a particular rhythm that made you buck your hips into his face. He rested his free arm across your hips as if to prevent you from floating away.

“Oh Fuck! A-Abel! Please. I’m so close,” you cried. Abel’s fingers were deep inside, probing for your sweet spot until-

“FuUuUcK~” Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you tossed your head back further into the sheets. Abel didn’t stop, however. He kept placing small kisses and licks, blowing air at your sensitive growth. You could feel yourself flying over the edge again.

“A-Abel, baby, please, I’m still too--ah~ sensitive.” He kissed along your inner thighs, giving you a second to breathe before picking back up where he left off. You were shaking, causing him to giggle against your core.

“You’re so cute, babe~”

You rested your legs on Abel’s shoulders as he pulled you even closer. He swirled and slurped, prodded and stroked you higher and higher, stealing your breath with every movement of his fingers and tongue. You buried a hand in his hair as he got filthier and filthier with his pleasuring. He was well and truly feasting on you. Your legs were shaking. The sounds escaping you were borderline whorish cacophanies--music to Abel’s ears. He was thoroughly surprised he hadn’t come just from eating you out. You warned him, “Abel. Abel, please, I’m gonna cum again.~” He just hummed. “Good.” He looked at you, fighting so hard not to break eye contact. "You just taste so good and…I want to baptise myself in your ecstasy. Will you let me?”

The desperate look in his eyes and tone in his voice were enough to send you over the edge again. Your climax came crashing over you like a tidal wave. Abel continued licking as you rode out your orgasm. He helped you down from your peak with gentle kisses to your thighs.

“Are you okay?” He asked, a look of concern on his face. You just propped yourself up on your elbows and nodded, panting and running a lazy hand through his hair. “Yeah.” you chuckled. Abel stood, crawling back over to you, not forgetting to cover you in open mouth kisses. You reached up to caress his sensitive wings as he climbed. He whined in pleasure. You chuckled in response, “Aw, is my baby boy sensitive?” Abel just whimpered as he kept kissing you. His lips found your neck as his hands grasped yours, pinning you to the bed. You wrapped an ankle around his back, urging him closer to you. You could feel the spot soaked through his boxers, wet from pre-cum. You needed this chubby angel to fuck you.

“Take off your boxers, baby. I need to feel you,” you whined. He stood and wordlessly rushed to remove them. You looked at his dick; it was heavy and girthy. You did all you could to not drool at the sight. Apparently, you had been staring too long because at this point, Abel was slightly covering his body and shifting in his spot. He cleared his throat and called for you.

“Um, is everything okay?”

“Mhm~,” you assured him, biting your lip, “just enjoying the view, commander”

You swore he looked like he could’ve come from you calling him that alone

“Babe, I-I need…” He trailed off, crawling back over to you, his body hovering over yours, the heat from his body radiating off him. You reached a hand up to cup your lover’s cheek for a second, he took your hand and kissed your palm. Retracting your hand, you clumsily and hastily reached over to grab a small bottle of lubricant, coating your hand in it. “Please, Abel. Take me.” You reached for his erection, working the slick substance onto him and positioned him at your entrance. He nodded as he gently pushed himself in, allowing you to get used to the fit. You were pretty sure he could split you in half at any point. He whimpered and sighed as he entered. “F-fuck.”

“I need to have you…But I’m gonna pull out, then go all the way in, is that okay for you?” your angel asked.

“Yes.”

He was always so sweet and caring out of the bedroom, and now in the bedroom. Despite his desperation, he was aware of the tight fit and made your comfort his top priority. So much better than what you had ever heard about or experienced on Earth when you were alive. This was heaven for you, literally and figuratively. Abel pulled out just as he said. You missed the feeling already, even though it was only gone for a few moments. Abel carefully reentered. You took him slowly, inch by inch, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He gently kissed them away and held your hands, supporting his weight with his elbows. He sighed, a soft whistle flowing through the gap in his teeth as he bottomed out

“Fuck, you feel so good, babe.” You giggled and kissed him, swallowing his sighs and whimpers as he moved. Who would’ve known his stroke game would be this insane? His movements were long, deep, and desperate. This wasn’t confidence; this was the expression of wanton desperation from a desperate man. Desperate to get off? Maybe. Desperate to please you and drown in your pleasure? Yes.

“Fuck, baby~ you’re so good~ oh my God, Abel~”

You ushered one of his hands down to your growth. “Touch me.” You whispered in Abel’s ear, tracing your tongue along the outer edge of it. A shiver ran down his spine, and he adjusted both of your positions so he could reach better. He began to circle your bundle of nerves with his fingers. You pleaded with the desperate top. “Harder”, “faster”, and he obliged eagerly. The pace was insane, between his thrusts hitting that sweet spot every single time, and his fingers stroking your growth, your brain was hazy. The only thing you could think of was Abel. I’m an abomi-ABEL, I don’t belong h-ABEL. ABEL ABEL ABEL ABEL ABEL. Fuck! He was driving you crazy. Your name was on his tongue like a prayer or a choir’s refrain. Your pleasure was reaching a fever pitch, as was Abel’s. He was beginning to feel worried about the volume of his moans.

“Pretty sure we’re gonna get noise complaints.” Abel managed to get out between thrusts. “Ah~ fuck! I-it’s oka-ay. Let them--let them complain,” You gasped out in reply. “Abel, baby. I’m- I’m so close.” You moaned out, desperate to communicate. “Me too. Come with me. Please~ Pleasepleaseplease,” Abel begged. As you two reached higher and higher, you made a decision. You felt him try to pull out, but you locked your ankles together, keeping him inside.

“Babe, I-”

“Come inside me, please. Please, we’re both clean, I can’t get pregnant at all here. Please~”

“Fuckfuck shit. Okay~” Abel swallowed his trepidations the best he could and released inside of you as you released around him. You rode out your climaxes together as he slowly stopped his movements and lowered himself completely on top of you. The weight of his plush form covering your own was soothing. Both of you were catching your breath. You chuckled, “Still think we’ll get noise complaints?” Abel just buried his face into your neck to hide. “I-I I might even hear it from Sera tomorrow at this rate.” Abel hissed as he slowly got up and pulled out, missing the warmth. Following his shaft was a mix of both your juices, opalescent in colour and sheen. He wanted to paint you in it, too. Just the thought caused his stamina to recover. He called your name, and you craned your neck to look up at him, now sitting on his heels. Your eyes shot open when you saw his dick half hard again. He just chuckled bashfully.

“Sorry, babe. I’m uh h-hard again.” He looked down, up, to the side, everywhere but giving you eye contact. You sat up and held his cheek in your hand, making him face you.

“Another round?” His eyes lit up in response.

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