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Radio Dust
credits to the artist
Angel Dust X Alastor
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I love these two, but don't shippo them both
Wish this was me right now. Angel dust is such a tease and sweetheart at the same time, lord jesus 💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️
Hi!! I was wondering if I could request Angel Dust x inexperienced! reader where Angel teaches reader how to properly kiss? This can be a mix of both a little spicy yet fluffy thank you!!!!❤️❤️❤️
Hiya sweetheart! Here ya go! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
Angel Dust teaching an inexperienced s/o how to kiss
tags: fluffy, slightly spicy/smutty, implied masc reader but still gn!, friends to lovers, kissing, making out, grinding || Minors don't interact, please!
"Gosh, sweetheart, yer shakin' like a leaf," Angel brushes his hair back. "Sure ya wanna do this? Not gonna force ya." He squeezes your hand, stroking his thumb across your knuckles. You're sat facing one another on Angel's plush bed, both dressed in comfy clothing. He's wearing black shorts with an oversized flushed pink off-the-shoulder tee and long striped socks.
Vehemently, you shake your head, reaching to take his hand in yours. The air is thick and hot, a palpable humidity that clings to your skin in a sickly sweet way. The knot of anxiety in your stomach twists and turns, watching with apprehensive eyes as Angel slowly crawls across the pink sheets until his hot breath fans against your slightly parted lips. He parts his legs, kneeling with you between his legs.
One set of arms carefully grasps your chin, the second stroking up and down your shoulders and arms, and the third are settled politely on your hips. You feel like you're floating already and he's barely touched you, already a bit overwhelmed with his gentle caresses.
Angel softly nuzzles your nose. "Yer so fuckin' cute, baby. I'm honored ya picked little ol' me." His smile is genuine, stroking your hair softly. "'M gonna kiss ya now, okay? Hmm?" He hums, inches from your mouth. "Gimme yer words, baby, need'ta hear ya."
"Yes," you gasp. Angel slots his mouth to yours slowly, pulling back shortly after. When you don't disengage he dives back in again, lips molded against yours. Like they were made to be together. Fuck, he's wanted to do this forever.
Carefully, Angel lifts you up into his arms, falling back onto his plush pillows with you on top of him. Gasping he pulls away from your divine lips, a string of saliva linking both your tongues. "Still okay?" There's a certain sparkle in his eyes you haven't seen before. Eagerly you nod, bowing at the waist to claim his lips with yours again. Letting out a soft moan, Angel pants heavily, the hands on your hips slowly tugging you along his hardening cock already staining the black fabric with precum.
Sucking in harshly, Angel collects you with all sets of his arms to push you back into the pillows. He towers over you, one of his hands linking with yours and pressing your knuckles into the sheets. His hips roll against you, gasping. He's throbbing so fuckin' hard, sweat clinging to his skin, and it's getting harder for him to think coherently.
Angel whimpers softly when your hand presses to the outline of his bulge. He quickly grasps your hand and tugs it away. "Tonight's about you, baby, don't worry about me, 'kay?" He stares down at you. Fuck, you look amazing. Smiling up at him with your kiss-bitten lips and rapidly rising and falling chest. You're holding his hands so lovingly, beaming up at him like he hung the fuckin stars in the sky. His undead heart soars at how sweet you are for him.
Your voice is soft when you speak. "I'd like to. If you're comfortable with it." He all but groans with the thought of your mouth wrapped around his cock. He's gonna bust in his shorts if he's not careful.
"Sweets, I want nothing more than ta show you how much I love ya." Slowly, Angel returns your hand to his dick, gasping with a pleased shudder. He covers your hand with his, showing you how he likes to be touched. This night certainly took an interesting turn of events. Not that you'd find Angel complaining.
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old angel dust drawings
i hate these but whatever
i want to give myself at least a LITTLE bit of slack because i was still trying to figure out how to draw him, but damn do i hate this
LIKE WHY ARE THERE SQUARES IN HIS SWEATER LMFAO
this was in march
Day 12 of drawing hazbin hotel characters as homestuck trolls
Angell Duster
Red blood, light player
Headcannon: when angel wakes up his hair is sticking straight up like he’s supersane
I imagine it’s something like this, I don’t think he’s a morning person if you couldn’t tell
Headcannon: when angel wakes up his hair is sticking straight up like he’s supersane
Angel dust x cook!Reader
Reader’s pronouns: you/yours (implied reader uses he/him)
Tw: description of injury, allusions to workplace a***e angst angst and more angst babyyyyyyy
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You could hear your beloved Anthony burst through the doors of the hotel, loudly complaining. He had all the reason too, considering his work environment. You walk up to him, placing a hand on one of his top two arms. “Angie?” You say, tenderly. “Do you want to talk?” He pulls his arm away and slumps over at husk’s bar. “No.” He tells you, plainly. You nod, looking down and to the side. “Well…I’m here if you do.” You know just the way to cheer him up. Food. Lucky for him, your specialty is Italian food. You make your way to the kitchen and about a half hour later you come back to a vacant bar, penne alla vodka in hand. You make your way up to angel’s room. You use your free hand to know on his door to be met with “fuck off.” “It’s me, tony. I made you dinner.” He opens the door and you see him in all his glory. Mascara and eyeliner running down his face, a black eye and a bruises running down his face and neck. He is wearing a blanket on his head and wrapping it around head and shoulders. He takes the bowl of pasta with his bottom two arms and gives you a small smile. “Can I come in, darlin’”? He takes a breath and adjusts his hair with one of his top two arms.“Why~? Ya miss me~?” You look at him blankly. “I don’t have to be angel dust right now, just Anthony.” He looks a mix of offended and nervous, though you can’t quite tell. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hands the bowl back to you. “I don’t need your pitty or your food.” He shoves you and the food spills on the ground. He then slams the door and, little did you know, he slides down with the back of his head against the door. “Why did I do that?” He asks himself. You will get to him eventually.
Right?
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A/N: hii! I hope you liked it, this is my first hazbin fic:) if you see any problems please comment! Constructive criticism is encouraged!!!
Whenever I listen to the mark ronson remix of smile by Lilly Allen I picture angel dust being free from Valentino
Yoo i just read your angel dust x reader in the 40s and it was great! If you ever need to write something in italian i'll gladly translate it for you (i am italian)
Btw are your requests open? If so then can i ask for a sort-of follow up to your aforementioned post? Reader goes to hell after getting shot by angel's dad, some years pass and angel dies too but they don't know they both went to hell and assume the other one is in heaven and one day they meet again out of luck and recognize eachother after having a conversation in a bar or something like that (btw if you could refrain from calling him anthony too much it would be greatly appreciated, nothing against that it's just that my dad is named antonio and it feels kinda weird to read a fic with my dad's name lol, but if you want to call him anthony anyway i don't mind at all), thanks for reading!
If my request violated any rules please tell me so that i won't make the mistake again
You are incredible! I adore how detailed this request is. I will use as little “Anthony” as possible lol.
Angel dust x reader (1940s follow up…or part two?)
C/W: cannon typical violence, grief, loss, mildly suggestive, survivors guilt, regret, crying LOTS of emotions.
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70 years. 70 years is how long it’s been. 70 years since you have seen him. It was startling at first. You never thought you would see him again. For a while you just held eachother. You sat there, your face nuzzled in his fluff. “Oh my god I have so much to tell you.” He smiled down at you. He began to talk about the family. You didn’t listen. You just stared at him. At how beautiful he is. You held his bottom set of hands and rested your head on his chest. You’ve never seen him so happy. This beautiful man you have been waiting for him for what it feels like an eternity and he’s finally here. You are in his arms at last. “Hey are you listening?” “No. I’m not. I’m sorry but…you look so happy. I can’t help but think…I mean it’s like- my whole brain is occupied by the thought ‘holy shit…this is it. This is what I have been waiting for. What I have been wanting.’ I’ve waited seventy years, my angel.” Tears well up in both your eyes. “Oh…oh my god.” He grabs your face and pulls it up to his. He kisses you. Not a kiss full of heat, but not with any less passion. A kiss filled with love and adoration. A kiss from a man missing the love of his life for 70 years. 70 years filled with pain and agony. For a moment, he forgot his pain, suffering, trauma, and tears. You are his everything. You are the reason he wanted to hang on. The shred of hope that you might reunite. “I thought you went to heaven” he said after he pulled away. You shake your head. “Why?” You laugh pitifully “I’ve done terrible things…” he sighs. “Because you regretted it. Every time. Every time you shot or stabbed you felt horrible. You brought flowers to their graves. You cried, tha-that can’t mean nothing!” He looks confused and angry. How dare they deny the love of his life entry to paradise? You are the kind of person to cry when Bambi’s mom died every time. Without fail. You put a chocolate smile on his pancakes once! “You’re too good for this shithole, (____)…too good.” His voice shakes as he said your name. You kiss him. Comforting, passionate, painful, sweet, and loving. “If I went to heaven I would’ve never seen you again.” You looked into his eyes. There were so many emotions swirling between the two of you that night.
I think the moral of this story is that…I don’t know hold on to the people that love you.
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I cried well writing this. Any feedback is encouraged. Thank you for reading🫂
Old drawing of Alastor, Rosie, and Valentino as a moth
