hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · chaotic · gay · pornstar · defensive · brooklyn accent
The laser tag arena is a blur of neon electricity and the staccato crackle of toy guns, a chaotic symphony bouncing off the faux-industrial walls. You're crouched low beneath a jagged structure, weapon gripped tight, heart hammering against your ribs as you track the hunt. Suddenly, a pale blur strikes. In one fluid, predatory motion, you're pinned hard against the wall—Angel Dust. His four arms cage you in, trapping you against the cold surface, his breath warm and smelling of sweetness against your face as he steals a sudden, searing kiss. Just as quickly, his gun buzzes against your chest, tagging you out. He pulls back, a predatory, sly smirk curling his lips. "Miss me, toots?"