#poisonedspider

[luvsxcks]

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“Oh, here ya go with them five dicks again. Everyone knows it's harder to eat pussy, anyway.” Cherri bends her knee to deliver a swift tap to Angel's thigh with her foot. “And I'll prove that right n–– Fuck off.” Eye narrows in a mix between a glare and a pout as the jar of cherries is moved out of her reach. It would have been impossible to one up her with a whole handful of stems, and it would have been really cool. “I have a jar in the kitchen, anyway. Just don't feel like gettin' it.” She also may have eaten them all after her latest drug binge.

Angel's sappy comment earns him an eye roll, but also an affectionate “tch” and a small smile. “Sure. ’Cause I live for male approval.” She lets her quip sit for a moment before breaking out into a laugh. Hands pull her stool close, and she shifts right onto Angel's lap. “Thanks, though. I guess.” A kiss on his cheek. A tender whisper.

“Shithead.”

[icecoldmarquees]

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make him roll his eyes.

Was bad enough he’d see his face on billboards when attempting to cross city to his luxury hotel whenever they took the limo now he’s out and about raking in the attention of horny men.

Truly a fucking eyesore.

There wasn’t much left in the imagination with that fit either.

Yet he kept staring.

[luvsxcks]

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There was a time not too long ago Cherri would have loved this. Nights out weren't the same without her best bitch. From dancing to body shots, there was no one that could remotely match Angel. While that was still the case, getting him back — at least like this — didn't feel right. But what was she going to do? Pushing would only make him pull away. That was a mistake she'd made frequently in the early stages of him and Val. She has to go along with it.

A sharp-toothed smile is plastered on her face, and she nudges her tits onto the counter with her forearm. A finger twirls pink hair around as she lets out a ditzy, barking laugh. “My bad! All that friendship is magic shit's gettin' to me. Keep this goin', I'll be a dried up old bitch in the therapy chair.” Her eye squeezes shut for a moment. “Alright. Let's scan this bitch. Who here would ya say has the biggest dick? Then we can narrow down our options from that. Lemme see . . . what about that dude? Over there?” Red nail points to a beefy turtle-looking sinner. “Bald. Looks like he qualifies for social security. He's exactly your type, Ange!”

[luvsxcks]

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“You're such a fuckin' show-off.” Heeled foot comes up to gently shove at Angel's thigh. The slippered one slides upwards, and so both of her legs are on top of his. “Alright, alright. You're on, asshole. You may be a celebrity or whatever the fuck, but that doesn't mean nothin'. I'm pullin out the big guns now.”

Cherri twists so she's parallel with the bar's counter and reaches for two of the maraschino's. The glare from the barkeep isn't missed, but also isn't outwardly acknowledged. Mentally, she notes how whipped Angel has him, and they're not even together. At least they better not be, because that means she hasn't been told and that's a massive fucking problem.

She bites the cherry part off a little too aggressively ( but smiles afterwards—it's all a joke, but she doesn't need to scare him ), and then takes both stems in her mouth. A whopping thirty seconds later, she sticks out her tongue to reveal—

“Two at once. What do you have to say about that, ya bitch?” She places them both down on the wooden table and crosses one calf over the other. “Am I good enough for Mr. Pornstar yet? Or do you have somethin' better to show me?”

[bitchfluencer]

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 ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ don't know what's going on… but then to be honest, i've not had a clue what's going on for most of this.

she shrugs on shoulder. her umber eyes stay on her mobile while her fingers fly over the touch screen. ❝ i usually tune him out after the first half hour. ❞ velvette admits without guilt. if she spent all day listening to vox's yapping, no work would get done. she has the decency to play back the important parts, usually after he leaves the room. ❝ presenting a unified image and so forth. ❞ she says absentmindedly & flaps manicured hand. ❝ all you have to do is show up and look pretty. ❞

[broadcastinferno]

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Of all the bullshit in Hell, being stuck in the Pride Ring was one of the things Satan hated most, but here he was anyway, forcing his massive frame to shrink down just so he could squeeze through the damn doors of that eyesore called the Hazbin Hotel. His horns scraped the frame as he ducked inside, and he let out a low growl under his breath while his tail lashed sharply behind him. Charlie’s little redemption project was still a complete waste of time in his book, but that wasn’t why he’d dragged himself over here.

Word was that the latest extermination had been brutal enough to take out the First Man himself. Satan didn’t give two shits about the sinners getting culled or the yearly bloodbath, but he knew Heaven wouldn’t let something like that slide without hitting back hard. Until they made their move, this place Heaven’s favorite punching bag seemed like the smart spot to settle in and wait.

He shoved past a couple of chairs, his heavy hooves thudding against the floorboards, and stepped behind the bar like he owned the joint. One clawed hand snatched up the biggest jug of liquor in sight, the glass clinking as he yanked it free. He dropped onto a stool with enough force to make the wood creak under his weight, his tail still flicking with pure irritation as he tilted the jug back and took a long, messy swig.

Alcohol burned down his throat while his glowing eyes scanned the lobby with a bored scowl. He hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Lucifer yet, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t much care if he ever did. In his mind, he was the true ruler of Hell. Made perfect sense for him to be right smack in the center of whatever bullshit Heaven was about to stir up.

[stardustmcde]

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about my ratings," Grabbing Angel by the jaw, he gets really close to him. "Maybe you should worry more about being Val's perfect little whore, now that you've left the hotel and abandoned your 'fwiends'."

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[luvsxcks]

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“Angel. I'm not scared of Valentino. As a matter of fact, I'd love the opportunity for round two. Especially after this bullshit.” There's an edge to her voice that contradicts Cherri Bomb's usual laid-back persona. They're not the only two that can play a part. And for a moment that shone through — there was more to the trigger happy cyclops. Behind her was the girl who'd been fucked over enough to get there. In no small part thanks to men quite similar to the moth that'd gotten them both in this situation.

Fuschia eye closes itself tightly, and she sucks in a deep breath. There's no need to get her friend more wound up than he is. She can cool her jets, even if just barely. When she looks back at Angel, her sharp-toothed smile is back on full display. She drops it soon after. It feels wrong — and both of them know it.

“You really think we're just gonna forget about you like that? Is that what you think about us? You think Nuggets is just gonna stop sniffing and sitting by your door every chance he gets? Niffty's just gonna stop cleaning your room? Husk isn't drinking himself even more stupid than usual? Then maybe you are as far gone as you think you are. Because that's what I'm seein'. Every fuckin' day.”