#dom angel dust

[pink-alien-queen]

Everyone say "thank you, @floralcopingmechanism" because our talk made me sit down to write. That's how "Drop and Catch" happened!

[charli-x-18]

https://x.com/vanillabrwnsugr/status/1766266653355159692?s=12

Okay-

I saw this post and random shit went to my head.

What if Husk was in…a “Mommy Dom” porno? And Angel finds out?

…

Yes, my mind is a confusing place 😃

[hazbinwhoree]

HELLOOOOO I’m new to tumblr and I’ve been reading a couple of ur fanfics and I rlly like them. idrk how requests work, but could u please write a Sub!Adam x Dom! Female Reader? Thank u and have a good day! 🫶🫶

Oxytocin

A/N: This was heavily requested lowkey.

(Name) sometimes tried to get the upperhand in bed, and Adam never let her. Little did he know, she wasn’t really trying. All it took was playing on his incredibly high sex drive.

They were having a picnic out in a secluded location, a little waterfall surrounded by trees. They were the only ones around, and (Name) decided to come over and straddle Adam’s lap. Adam took a second to decide which was more important; his ribs, or seeing where this went.

He decided seeing where this went was more important, and discarded his ribs on the picnic blanket. He ran his hands up and down (Name)’s thighs. “Where did this come from, baby?” (Name) didn’t answer, shutting him up with her lips against his.

As they made out, Adam flipped them so that (Name) was on her laying on her back, him on top of her. To his dismay, she pulled back. “Position we were in, or else we stop.” Adam looked taken aback, but he definitely didn’t want to stop, so he crawled off of her and let her push him onto his back.

“This isn’t the position we were in–” “Shut up.”

Adam wasn’t sure how to feel about (Name)’s attitude, but his sex drive outweighed his reservations. He let her crawl on top of him and reconnect their lips. He tried to grope her chest, and she slapped his hands away. “You ask before you touch.”

Adam whined. “What the fuck, why?” “Because I said so. We can stop…” “No, can I touch you?” “What’s the magic word?” (Name) purred. “Please,” Adam growled. “Let me touch you.” “Hm. Fine,” (Name) hummed.

Adam excitedly slid his hands up (Name)’s shirt. He groped and massaged her breasts for a moment before deciding he wanted to see them, and trying to tug (Name)’s shirt over her head.

(Name) caught his wrists and with Adam off guard, managed to pin his arms down. “You undress first.”

She let him go and Adam gaped at her. Still, he wanted to see her naked, so he quickly began stripping. When he was completely bare, (Name) sat back on her heels. “Now you can undress me.”

Excited, Adam did so. He took his time, savoring the reveal of her body. Once he’d removed her shirt, pants, and panties, (Name) pushed him onto his back again. She laid on his chest, reconnecting their lips. Adam grabbed her hips and tried to pull her down so he could grind against her, but (Name) bit his lip before pulling back.

“You’re not in charge,” she told him, taking his wrists and pushing his arms down.

“You know I could easily overpower you, right?” Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. (Name) smirked. “But you won’t. Because I have something you want and you’ll do whatever I want to get it.”

Adam shuddered. She wasn’t wrong.

(Name) reconnected their lips and they made out steadily until (Name) reached out and began to pet Adam’s wings, causing Adam to jolt and moan into her mouth. “Fuck,” he panted. “Yeah?” (Name) smirked. “That feel good? I know how sensitive your wings are~”

Adam’s dick twitched, neglected. (Name) took pity and slid her body down so that his erect dick rested between her folds. She let him make small little thrusts with his hips to get some friction, not ceasing her ministrations on his wings.

Adam whined, slowly becoming a mess underneath her. (Name) slapped his thigh to get his hips to still before slowly beginning to move on her own, teasingly slowly rubbing herself against his dick.

“C-come on,” Adam panted. “What?” (Name) asked coyly. “What do you want? Use your words.”

“I want to fuck you,” Adam tried to growl but his voice cracked.

“Beg for it.”

Adam was silent for a moment. (Name) leaned herself up with her hands planted on Adam’s chest, staring down at him. “Well?”

“Please, please get on my dick and let me fuck you, I need it so bad, baby, stop teasing, please let me inside of you.”

(Name) grinned, wiggling her hips and drawing a groan from Adam. “I can’t say no to such a cute face.” She sat back, grabbing Adam’s cock and lining it up with her opening. Then she sank down slowly.

Adam panted and whimpered, the pace torturously slow. When (Name) had taken all of him, she sat still for a moment. “Buck your hips and I’ll get off,” she warned when she felt him twitch underneath her. Adam whined. But he didn’t move his hips, and was rewarded by (Name) finally moving.

She planted her feet on the picnic blanket on either side of Adam, steadying herself with her hands splayed against his chest. She began to ride him, and Adam threw his head back. “Fuck, fuck,” he hissed. (Name) bit her lip.

Adam held onto her thighs for dear life as she rode him, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting filling the small clearing. (Name) made sure to sink down as far as she could every time, taking all of Adam inside of her. The position allowed him in deep, which was benefitting both of them heavily.

(Name) picked up the pace, her legs beginning to shake.

“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” Adam babbled beneath her. Seeing him coming so undone went straight to (Name)’s core.

(Name) put her full body weight into riding Adam’s cock. Her legs were getting tired, and she knew she probably wouldn’t have enough energy to chase her own orgasm, but Adam was nearing his and that was all that mattered.

She could feel his dick twitch and observe the way his wings fluttered, warning signs he was nearing his peak.

“You gonna cum in me, my love?” Adam’s grip on her thighs was bruising. He nodded vigorously, his eyes shut tight. A few more bounces on his dick had Adam crying out, cumming deep inside of her.

(Name) didn’t move off of him, pulling him up into a sitting position. They held one another as (Name) sat in his lap, his dick still buried in her. She looked down to see the mess they’d made and grinned. Cum was leaking out of her hole despite still being plugged by Adam.

“That’s a lot a cum,” she smiled, kissing where Adam’s nose would be (he was wearing his mask). “You must be trying to make me a mommy.” Adam blushed, looking utterly fucked out and content.

“We should do that more often,” he said, still coming down from his orgasm. (Name) smiled, kissing his lips sweetly before climbing out of his lap, cum staining the picnic blanket. “Anytime.”

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

Dom!Angel Dust x reader

CW: Penetration (receiving), Dirty talk, Tiny bit of daddy dom Angel, Kissing, Sub/Dom

Imagine cockwarming Angel while watching a movie. 

If you weren't so turned on, this moment would be so sweet. He'd have you nestled in his lap, cozy with a blanket over you two. His chin resting on your shoulder, occasionally moving to give kisses to your temple. And while one set of arms is hugging you tightly against him, another has your legs spread for him. It doesn’t take very long before the movie is long forgotten…

 "Mm, you must really like this~" He whispers against your ear, grinning. He's definitely going to have to clean the sheets afterwards with how much you're leaking for him.

"You like when I touch you like that?" His fingers play with your arousal, easily sliding small circles along you, making you arch to feel more. He takes his time, pulling his hand away when you seek for more of him, then only touching you again once you settle.

"Fuuuck...You want s'more?" He groans as he slowly grinds himself into you. His cock brushes slightly on that special spot inside you, making you tighten around him. When you try to reach down to touch yourself, he quickly stops you by holding onto your wrists. "Oh no, no touching sweetheart." he ignores your frustrated whining and the way you struggle unsuccessfully against his grip. When you relax and push your hips back against him in acceptance, he teasingly drags his fingers along where you need him most. 

He starts to hump into you a bit faster now and you feel his breath coming out in soft pants against your neck. "So tight for me..." His hand finally palms between your legs, allowing you to rut yourself against him. "Mmm, whose is this, huh?" He grunts, letting go of your wrists and opting for your hips instead. Your mouth opens slightly as he begins fucking into you earnestly now.

"I think I asked a question~" He repeats himself playfully, another hand coming under your chin to tilt it closer to him. He places teasing kisses along your neck, watching as you struggle to form the words, moans fall from your lips instead. His hand purposely moves faster between your legs, "Come on...need you baby...whose is this? Who gets you so fuckin' messy like this?"

At that moment it feels like it’s all too much. His voice that has been so soft with you this entire time, his provoking words, his teasing touches, all have you squirming in his lap, trying to ground yourself. And he sees this. Holding onto you tighter, his voice lowers just slightly, "Ohohoho, don't run from me, sweetheart..."

You can't help the desperate whine that escapes as you call out to him. And you don’t mean to, but when you’re slipping quickly into a certain headspace, it isn’t his name that comes out of your mouth, rather it’s-

 "D-daddy..!"

He hesitates before he responds to the unexpected title, making you freeze in embarrassment."Oh?" He purrs, almost laughing at how adorable you sound. He lifts you slightly and manhandles you forward to lay face first into the mattress, his hands then tugging your hips up to him. He presses back into you, continuing the previous pace and leans over you to press you into the bed. His hand finds his way back between your legs before he murmurs, "I'm right here baby, you've got me..."

[goldenshornyjail]

MAGIC, Baby~: Chaggie & Huskerdust

Hazbins: *all gathered around for weekly movie night*

Vaggie: (dead inside) Who's idea was it to watch "Magic Mike"?

Charlie: (peeking through her fingers) Angel.....

Husk: ...... (tilts his head to the side) How does that bastard not break his back doin' that?

Vaggie: (helps Charlie cover her eyes) Angel, what the fuck?

Angel: What? It's still better than the local parody, "Magic Dyke". That's just a bunch of-

Vaggie: Don't finish that sentence. We don't need to be canceled.

Angel: (rolls his eyes) Fiiiiiine.....

Hazbins: (watch a dancer back into a woman aying on her back, hook his legs on hers, and flip her over so she's belly down and he grinds on her ass)

Niffty: OooOoOOoooOOOOoOoooOoh~

Vaggie: Niffty, no. Besides, that can't be an actual move.

Angel: Oh, I guarantee it is! (Smirks with a glint in his gold tooth) Wanna make a bet?

Vaggie: No.

Angel: Aw, come on, Ol' Featherduster. If you win, I won't make a single horny comment for a week. I win, you gotta buy me that new Sex Delux Blaster 5000.

Vaggie: ...........What is it?

Angel: See who can bust that move better! You or me. You're a dancer. You should be able to manage. You can use Charlie, and I got Husk.

Charlie & Husk: Excuse me. What, now?

Vaggie: Hmmmm.... (glances at a blushing Charlie and smirks) Psh! Too easy. You're on.

Angel: (claps his hands together and rubs the palms) Ooohohooooo! This is gonna be good!

*Cut to Vaggie and Angel sitting on all fours on the floor with Charlie and Husk laying on their backs behind them. Husk is draining a bottle of whiskey while Charlie blushes to the point of being faint and covers her face in her hands.*

Charlie: I-I'm supposed to be setting a good example here!!!!

Angel: You're bonding with your clients, Toots! (To Vaggie) Ready, bitch.

Vaggie: Get ready to plaster duct tape to your mouth for a week.

Angel: Ha! Yeah. Right. Cherri, you and Niffty are the judges with Al as the tie breaker! Ready?

Cherri: You bet! (Pulls up camera) Aaaaaand..... GO!!!

*Angel and Vaggie slide back seamlessly, hook their legs under their prospective partner's knee, and whirl them over onto their bellies. Angel grinds against Husk's ass and pulls on his wings. Vaggie grinds against Charlie's ass, drags her nails upper girlfriend’s clothed back, grabs a fistful of blonde hair from the back, and pulls back.*

Husk: (eyes widen in pain and his pupils change sizes as his spine cracks and pops like a glowstick) FUCK!!! YOU BROKE MY BACK!!!

Charlie: (hearts in her eyes as she blushes and drools, her horns and tail spring into existence as she keens into a moan) FUCK!!! PLEASE, BREAK MY BACK!!!

Alastor: ............................ (walks away in tired asexual)

[mvskedxrtist]

Hey, can you do an angel dust x Huge Dino male reader where the reader truly loves Andrew and the reader takes good care of him after they do the deed. You can add the sex if you want, if you could that would be great! Have a nice day 😊!!

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Mention of Abuse (it's Angel), Established Relationship, Praise, Small Mention of Creampie, Size Difference, Cockwarming, All in all: Fluff

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Another request means another star in my sky of smut. Thank you all for sending in requests! I have 3 in store (including this one) so watch out for these! After those three requests are down, requests will be open but I'm gonna ask that you do some other fandoms other than Hazbin, please. This is also probably on the shorter side because I couldn't think of what else to do, so sorry but you guys will enjoy the next two

Tᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: @certifiedcrybabyyy

AMAB!Huge!Dino!Reader x Angel Dust - The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Angel Dust was cuddling Fat Nuggets in his arms, wanting to forget everything that Valentino had made him do that entire day before he heard a specific knock on the door. "Y/N? You can come in, tall, buff, and sweet." He said gently as you walked in and smiled, sitting on his bed gently so it didn't break.

"Hello my Spidey... I wanted to check on you after Husk brought you back... Seems you both had a wild night and you had an even wilder day... Do you.. Wanna stay in my arms and cuddle? We don't have to do much." You gave him a small smile and opened your arms wide for Angel to look over and snuggle into your arms, his head resting on your stomach.

You smiled and kissed his cheeks all over, cuddling him in the bed as you watched Fat Nuggets go sleep on his bed. "I'm glad Fat Nuggets is asleep now... Because now I can really comfort you~" You teased Angel Dust and chuckled, pulling your cock out before sliding into him slowly and pressing kisses all over his face.

"Dear, you know I'm already used to this.. You don't have to go so slow." "I know. But I just wanna hold my itsy bitsy spider in my arms while maybe filling your ass once...or twice." Both of you chuckled before you rubbed his back gently and looked him in the eyes.

"Angel, I love you so much... I know you try so hard to get away and I really want you to.. I also want to beat that damn moth's face into the ground.. But I can't. And neither can you. So please remember, I'm always here for you, even if you think I don't Anthony..." Angel Dust looked away a bit hurt from the mention of Valentino but started tearing up when you comforted him, pushing his face into your chest.

"So cute.. You're absolutely precious to me. And fuck your ass feels so nice... But I'm not gonna do much tonight. Not unless my itsy bitsy spider wants more?~" "...Go right ahead, baby arms~"

[vaggieslefteye]

HAZBIN HOTEL (2024): 1x04 - "Masquerade"

[dilucs-princess]

Fucking Angel Dust so softly and gently, praising him the entire time as he breaks down and sobs but begs you to keep going. He has never felt this loved and cared for before

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Fit to be Tied ~ Part 1

⊹ Hazbin Hotel ⊹ RadioDust ⊹ Explicit ⊹ 3.2k

After a rough night on set, Angel Dust falls at the feet of the one resident of the hotel he knows will take care—and control of him. CW: Rough treatment of Angel prior to story, and the implied consent issues of working with Valentino. //This is a thanks for 100 Followers~//

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Alastor savored the bitter notes of coffee as the old grandfather clock chimed midnight. 

He was comfortably reclined in one of the plush armchairs near his crackling green fireplace as he lazily skimmed over the pages of his book. Enjoying a quiet night at Hazbin Hotel, for once. 

Until a prickle at the back of his neck made Alastor’s ears twitch. 

Barely a moment later, the door to the Radio Demon’s room burst open and knocked a few tomes off his shelf. 

Alastor’s head snapped up in time to see a blur of pink and white, before a pile of silk and flailing limbs tumbled towards him. 

The red-clad demon vanished from his seat, reappearing behind the intruder as he face-planted into the recently vacated chair. 

“My, my, Angel Dust.” Alastor drawled, his ever-present smile constricting. He flicked his staff and the door of his room shut. “It appears our resident libertine has been through quite the wringer this evening.” 

His words dripped with facade, but a gleam of genuine concern ghosted across his features as he took in the state of the spider demon.

Angel’s pink robe hung precariously off of one shoulder and his makeup had run and long since dried. He was panting furiously, Alastor could tell even as he leaned over Angel’s back, his own hands clasped neatly behind his back as he examined Angel’s crumpled form. 

“Care to enlighten me as to the nature of your…predicament?”

“Val…Valentino.” Angel managed to choke out, his voice gone horse and raw.

Alastor’s curiosity deepened at the utter lack of bravado and flirtation in the spider demon’s words. 

Angel lay sprawled across the red chair, one set of limbs hanging over the arms of it, the second set barely keeping him off of the floor. His chest heaved for every breath, and his mismatched eyes were unfocused. 

“He had me trussed up and gagged all damn night.” He whined breathlessly. 

A shudder ran down his arched spine, and Alastor could see the residual arousal and overt desperation in every quivering muscle. 

“Oh?” Alastor’s eyebrows lifted above his perpetual grin. “Correct me if I am mistaken, but isn’t that sort of treatment typically right up your ally?” Though he had never seen the effeminate fellow looking so horridly undone.

With a whimper, Angel pulled himself to turn over, sprawling across the chair in a way that might have been enticing—if not for the anguish radiating from him.

“Listen Al, ya ain’t gettin’ it.” he grumbled as he shifted restlessly and his silk robe bunched around his middle. “The bastard slapped a chastity belt on me—I’m wound so fuckin’ tight, it’s killin’ me!” 

Something dark passed over Alastor’s features. 

“I see,” he murmured, with the edge of sizzling static. “The vermin Valentino decided to be particularly cruel.” Alastor shifted closer to Angel. “And sending you home in this state is a slight that I take rather personally.” 

Angel lifted his head, his mouth opening like he was going to ask, when the air shimmered around the Radio Demon. Inky black tentacles rose from the back of his perfecftly pressed suit, swaying menacingly towards the spider, before they tenderly parted the thin robe around his slender frame. 

The chastity belt was an atrocious looking thing. Heavy and with an ugly heart-shaped lock. 

“Stay still.” Alastor ordered the distressed demon. 

Without a further word, his shadow powers slipped under the device and then surged—deftly breaking it apart without harming Angel. 

“There now.” Alastor said, standing and brushing off his hands though he hadn’t touched the other. “Is that bett—”

Before he could finish the question, Angel launched himself at Alastor with a distraught sob. They both tumbled back into the other armchair, Angel clinging to Alastor like he’d just offered him his soul back. Tears streamed down the spider demon’s face as his entire body shook. 

And Alastor didn’t push Angel away. 

He lifted a clawed hand, flexing his fingers, before dropping his hand to the other’s hair. Stroking over it in a comforting gesture. 

It wasn’t his forte, certainly, but Angel leaned into his palm like he craved every meager scrap given. 

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“Al…please…” Angel still felt like he couldn’t take a full breath. His voice was ragged, and he was trying to cling to Alastor with every limb. “I need…I can’t.” 

A hand slipped under Angel’s head, grasping his chin firmly and tilting his face upward. He tried to focus on Alastor’s face—wondering if he’d have pity, or if the spider demon was about to get tossed out on his ass. 

“Now, now, my dear,” Alastor steady crimson gaze met Angel’s mismatched eyes with a smoldering intensity as his voice was perfectly controlled. “Tell me what you need. And do try to articulate it clearly.”

Angel gripped at the arms of the chairs to lift himself and clutch at Alastor’s jacket. 

“Need ya Al…please.” He pleaded, and he didn’t need to act to hitch his voice. 

 “You need me?” Alastor's smile softened, almost imperceptibly, before he gave a jut of his chin. His clawed fingers caressed the fuzz of Angel’s cheek. “Do elaborate, won’t you?”

 “Come the fuck on, Smiles! Ya want me to paint ya a picture?” The spider demon let out a rattling growl, burrowing his head into Alastor’s lap in frustration. 

“Angel…” Alastor purred, his voice lowered, and he felt it. The way the Overlord’s demeanor shifted into a dominance that was almost gentle. 

 Angel felt the tension in his neck ease under the weight of a hand.

 “You know I will take care you…but first, you must ask me nicely.” 

The spider whimpered in response, blinking against the unshed tears in his eyes. “Y-yes, Alastor.” He panted against the Radio Demon’s palm. “Please…I need you to—” 

It was taking every last dreg of his willpower to pull himself out of his fuzzy headspace. He’d been begging all night…but he had to play Alastor’s game. 

“You need me to what, Angel? Tell me.” 

Angel’s voice was barely above a whisper when he finally managed to speak, “I-I need you to... to make me come, Alastor.”

“Well, well. Coming to me in your hour of need.” His lips curved into a devilish grin. “Since you asked so very sweetly…I might just consider it.”

“Please, Alastor.” Angel was weeping with need now, on the very edge of his sanity. “I-I cain’t take it anymore!” 

“You would do well to remember how our game is played,” Alastor’s hand wrapped around Angel’s throat. “When you come here, In your moment of weakness.” He forced Angel back onto his knees, while the spider’s many fingers grasped at his sleeve. “You belong to me.” 

Angel’s whimper in response was a tone of broken relief. 

His body responded eagerly to Alastor’s domination, eager to throw himself down at the Radio Demon’s mercy. He needed it. Needed Alastor to take control and make him forget, for as long as he could. 

Angel trembled on his knees before Alastor. His legs parted at a nudge of the red-toed boots, his four arms dropping to his side as more shadowy tentacles sprung from the demon’s back and up from the floor. 

They slid over the spider’s body, soothing despite their raw power, slithering into the pink silk clinging to Angel’s frame. Delicate touches coiled over him—until the tendrils turned and shred Valentino’s robe.

It fell in tatters around them. 

Angel’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried to calm his breathing and focus on the feeling of the thrilling and terrifying power coiling around him. 

He was already overwhelmed, his nerves fried from the constant barrage of sensations all night, never reaching the peak, never giving him relief. One of the tentacles brushed up against his throbbing cock, and Angel gave a pained cry as he tried to recoil. 

“There, there, relax, ” Alastor’s soft recognition was almost pacifying, and he withdrew the touch from Angel’s oversensitive prick at once. Claws were back in the spider demon’s hair, forcing his head down, his cheek pressed to Alastor’s slacks even as the man whispered. “You don’t have to come like that. Let me take care of you.” 

Angel let out a shaky breath, the tension slipping away under the vice-tight hold. 

He felt another tentacle, small, slick, and pleasant, sliding inside him. The spider let out a sigh as the tendril adjusted to him before it slowly and deliberately began to move. 

“That’s it, Angel.” Alastor purred, his voice a low rumble in his chest as Angel gave a subdued moan. 

He didn’t have it in him to put on a show—no teasing words or dirty talk came to his mind as he surrendered to what he was given. It was easy to slip into the sensation. 

Until his body shuddered as he came dry with a weak cry against Alastor’s slacks. Angel felt boneless, his limbs heavy as lead as he slumped onto the other demon’s lap. 

“You did so well.” Alastor said, his voice gentle as he stroked through Angel’s mussed hair. “Good boy.” 

There was no afterglow, not with how tightly coiled he’d been.

But in that moment, Angel couldn’t bring himself to care. All that mattered was the warmth of this little bubble, this space that existed only between the two of them. 

Where Angel was safe from any other touch. 

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The spider demon knew it wasn’t long—but he wanted more. He needed more. 

“Al,” he started his plea, turning his head to try to catch the demon’s scarlet eyes. “Do it again?”

Alastor’s claws tightened in his hair, holding the spider in place with a vice-like grip. “Begging so soon, my dear?”

Angel bit into his lip, his golden fang glinting in the low light.  

“I thought you might need a moment, to recover.” 

The words were firm but gentle, a suggestion, not an order. Not yet. Angel shook his head vehemently. 

“I cain’t…I’m gonna…pretty please.” He wriggled under the Radio Demon’s hold, prying his fingers loose from chair and clothes, just to fold all four hands behind his back. Crossing his wrists in submission to Alastor. 

The demon’s smirk widened. 

“Very well,” he purred, his voice dropping low, out of his usual register as he leaned forward. The very sound raising the white hairs along Angel’s body. “But this time, I want you to beg for it properly.” 

“Yes, Al. I’ll do anything ya want.” Angel nodded eagerly. 

With a flick of his fingers, Alastor’s tentacles wrapped around Angel’s wrists and ankles, lifting him effortlessly from the ground. 

Angel gasped as he was held suspended in mid-air, bearing all of him for the Radio Demon. And leaving him completely at Alastor’s mercy. 

“Good boy,” Alastor said, his voice dripping with approval. “Now, let’s see how well you can beg.”

 Angel’s heart raced as he felt Alastor’s tentacles begin to explore his body, teasing and caressing every exposed inch. 

He wanted to sob, to cry out, but he knew Alastor wanted to hear his pleas. “Please, Al,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “I need you...I need you inside me.” 

“Is that so?” A tendril of shadow wrapped around his neck, pulling Angel’s head forward. Alastor chuckled, his breath hot against Angel’s ear. “And, what will you give me in return, darling?”

Angel’s mind raced as he tried to think of something; anything that would satisfy Alastor’s desires. What did he have that he could give the Radio Demon? Not power or wealth. He didn’t even own his own soul. 

“Anything,” Angel mewled, desperate to be owned completely. “I’ll do anything ya want.” 

Alastor’s tentacles tightened around him, holding him in place as he leaned in closer, so Angel was barely a breath from those razor-sharp teeth. “I want you to surrender yourself to me completely,” he intoned, like it was a threat, somehow. “I want your body, your mind, and your soul.”

A pained gasp of shock escaped the spider demon, ducking his head from the burning gaze in front of him. Hating the…shame he felt as the tentacles stopped their possessive slither over his chest and between his legs. 

He wanted to give Alastor everything—but he couldn’t. 

Valentino had already taken it. The deal for his soul, the studio where he used Angel’s body however he pleased…the drugs and that damn pink smoke he breathed and stole Angel’s mind from him. 

“Al, I—” his breath hitched with a sob and the red and cursed green of the room swam before his eyes. “I can’t.” 

Angel Dust prided himself on telling people exactly what they wanted to hear, couldn’t make himself say the words to Alastor—not knowing that it was a lie. 

The other demon just gave a simple, knowing smile. “Yes, you can, Angel.” He assured the frantic spider demon, each word resonating with certainty. “When you are free of that insect’s clutches, you shall willingly surrender to me.” The undeniable command was smooth as silk. 

Angel’s eyes went wide. 

This was their little dance, what some might call a twisted game of power and submission. 

Still, a shiver made the fur along the back of his spine raise at the thought. The shame didn’t vanish entirely, but it shriveled to nothing when Alastor dropped the tentacle around Angel’s throat, and replaced it with his clawed hand. 

“Yes,” Angel was still crying, but his voice was stronger now. His eyes were able to meet Alastor’s again. “I’d give ya, all’a me, Al. Everything I got.” 

“That’s it, darling.” 

Alastor’s tentacles moved again, stretching Angel and thrilling him with their raw force. Probing and teasing every inch. Working his hole until his heart was beating in his ears. 

“Let go, of anything else. There’s just you and I.” Alastor’s voice was nothing more than a low rumble in his chest, but Angel fell limp in the grasp of his darkness. 

Surrendering himself to the Radio Demon until there was nothing left, but the pleasure that threatened to consume him. Letting there be nothing else, for just one blissful moment. 

The tentacles moved within Angel, curling into his sweet spot, filling him until the pleasure bordered on pain. The spider writhed in the web of dark tendrils, but never asked to be released from it. He didn’t want to. 

Even as his head dropped and his eyes squeezed shut with a shuddering breath. 

But Alastor wouldn’t let him hide. 

The point of the Radio Demon’s thumb pushed Angel’s chin up, eyes wide as he saw the way the crimson eyes had dilated to dial-like slits. 

“Look at me,” Alastor growled the order. “You look at me…while I take you apart, piece by piece.” 

Angel whined as the claw kept him in place and the tentacles writhed, wringing every last bit of pleasure from his quivering body.  He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Until you can’t remember anything else.” 

Alastor wasn’t finished with him .

“Then, I’ll put you back together.” Alastor’s voice was a harsh, unfiltered whisper, rough with the same need coursing through Angel. “Because you belong to me.” 

Angel panted against Alastor’s lips as he sealed that promise with a breath-stealing kiss. 

With a final thrust of the tentacles buried inside him, Alastor sent Angel over the edge. The spider demon cried out his name, his body shaking, before falling limp in the shadows’ hold, every ounce of tension wrung from him. 

At last. 

⊹♡⋆♡⋆💖⋆♡⋆♡⊹ 

When Angel surfaced from the pleasant pink fog that had filled his head, he was lying on his back in Alastor’s bed. 

With the Radio Demon himself sprawled out above him. 

Reclining with one knee bent, Alastor casually flipped through a book with a flick of his thumb. His other hand splayed over the fluff of Angel’s chest. 

The damn guy hardly looked disheveled—other than his missing red coat. Angel was vaguely aware of making a mess of it with his come, and a rush of heat came to the spider demon’s face. 

He tried not to jostle Alastor as he looked around for clothing, already going to offer to clean it. 

The claws tightened reflexively on Angel’s chest. 

He knew he was busted when Alastor set his book aside.

Angel was already flinching—his instincts telling him to expect the sting of a slap or harsh words now that they were done with him. 

But, Alastor was never like anyone who’d had him. The Radio Demon smiled down at him with a tenderness he’d never seen on the man’s face before. That felt like it was reserved just for Angel. 

The spider turned in his hold, his many limbs feeling like jelly as he fumbled to get himself up into Alastor’s lap and wrap his arms around the slender frame, tucking his head under the perpetual smile. 

“There, there.” The Radio Demon hummed ever so charmingly, idly petting down Angel’s back. 

The warmth of his rare affection was everything Angel craved as he came down. He buried his face in the crook of Alastor’s neck, finding the red shirt unbuttoned just enough so he could take deep lungfuls of his smoke and sulfur scent. 

More comforting than the sweetest concoctions. 

Alastor’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close. Angel felt safe in his embrace, like nothing could harm him as long as he was in these arms.

They lay there in silence for a few moments, the spider’s breath slowing to fall in line with the Radio Demon’s. Then, Alastor pressed a soft kiss to Angel’s forehead, making him sigh contentedly.

“Al…?” Angel tilted his head back, mismatched eyes pleading.

“Drink,” Alastor ordered, summoning a glass of water and holding the straw to Angel’s lips.

Angel took a few sips, feeling the cool liquid soothe his parched throat. When he opened his mouth again— 

“Are you hungry?”

“Alastor.” 

A bemused smile came to the demon’s lips. “Yes, dear?”

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, his voice soft.

The scarlet eyes lightened at the question, and he brushed a stray hair out of Angel’s face. “Not tonight, darling,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Tonight, you are in my care. And that’s all that matters.”

Angel smiled and snuggled closer to Alastor, know that the man meant what he said when he said it. 

The spider had this, sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he was safe in Alastor’s care, and that was all that mattered right now.

Alastor simply smiled and wrapped him in a soft pink blanket, pulling him even closer. 

They lay there for a while longer, exchanging unhurried kisses that were sweet and mild.

Before Angel decided he was fucking starving and he would eat whatever the hell Alastor made for him.

Part 2

[potato-frenzy]

Please consider the idea of Alastor and Angel's mom meeting in heaven and falling in love now they're free of their shitbag husbands. I know they likely died decades apart but God imagine sweet little Creole deer lady that makes the fucking best jambalaya on the block. And then then imagine this tall ass Italian spider woman rocking up looking like a mob boss and giving her a little kiss and taking her shopping.

Imagine.

[ohfuckiamsohardrn]

YALL SWAP HUSKERDUST GOT ME TWEAKIN ONFGBFNFB

@FeveDreamsicle ON TWITTER, GET INTO IT

[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

I want to ask about your headcanons for huskerdustcloud (i guess? Does it count as headcanon if its your oc?) And their sexualites/genders/etc!! I saw you mention it a few times, and i was curious if you wanted to talk about it

I am so glad you asked. Thank you. I've wanted an excuse to ramble about this. PLEASE feel free to ask more about it. i love talking about them ;;♡

Angel

Transfemme (still identifies as a man and uses he/him)

Gay

Hypersexual

Power bottom / Dom (im right on this everyone can fight me)

Husk

Panromantic

Demisexual (enjoys sex but doesn't go out of his way for it, would be fine without it, tbh but he's totally down if one of the others ask him. Likes watching the other two together and steps in as aftercare often)

Service top / true vers, could do either sub or dom tbh

Cloud

Bisexual

Demiromantic

Not exactly hypersexual but damn close (easily keeps up with Angel most of the time)

He/They (prefers He, but They is important to have. IDs as demiboy)

Transmasc

Bottom/Sub (there is not a dominant bone in this boys body once he hits the sheets LMFAO although dont be fooled by how easily he melts for huskerdust, he is a force of nature when it comes to fights. The only hotel member to beat vaggie in a sparring match, although he only managed it once)

[mvskedxrtist]

Hazbin Masterlist

Cʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ

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Vᴀɢɢɪᴇ

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Aɴɢᴇʟ Dᴜsᴛ

| The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Hᴜsᴋᴇʀ

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Sɪʀ Pᴇɴᴛɪᴏᴜs

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Aʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ

| My Needy Deer

| Who's my Jealous Boy?

Vᴏx

| It's Out Again...

Vᴇʟᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ

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Cʜᴇʀʀɪ Bᴏᴍʙ

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Cᴀʀᴍɪʟʟᴀ

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Zᴇsᴛɪᴇʟ

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Lᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ

| Such a Good Angel

Aᴅᴀᴍ

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[pink-alien-queen]

Chapters: 2/2 | 5,757 words | Rating: E

Part 3 of a Series: Daddy's Kitten

Took me a while to get to this one, but finally the reward for Angel making Husky keep him warm and entertained.

[e-m-p-error]

[ @a-hazbin-spider || Continued From Here ]

[ Vick ]

Every single time he was able to get Angel alone, he wanted to pretend. When Dove left a smattering of kisses on his shoulder, he could sink into the fantasy that he was loved for once. His hand moved to the other's cock, stroking him through his orgasm as he forced himself up onto his other hand, not wanting to crush the other too much.

As he came down, his chest heaving with each breath, his face slowly swam back into place and he blinked his eyes open.

"H-how are you doing, Schnuckiputzi?" He asked, his voice a gentle crackle over his speakers, "Sore...? Need me to move...?" He was certain he didn't have long before he'd need to roll them over. Angel barely weighed anything at all, and he was a large man.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

✨Author Milestone Special~✨

45k Reads/40 user subs on Ao3, 200 followers on Tumblr, and 25 subscribers on my original fiction!! Wowza!

So to celebrate these milestone thingy -ish like we did last time, lets do another Reader's Choice!

This time, we'll be doing bonus scenes from my current fics, cause that's what my brain is feeling. So be sure to read carefully--if the AU in which these scenes occur is important to ya. (these scenes probably won't be Canon to each AU)

I'll include extra info under the cut about each AU and idea

And thank you all a million times over!

Seasons of Us is my human au with age gap and bdsm, where Alastor is a college-age experienced Dom and Lucifer is his roommate's recently divorced father. This includes At Autumn's End and At Mid Winter...and At Valentine's Day, coming this Feb 1st.

The idea: Lucifer tops but certainly doesn't Dom.

Until the Devil's Last Dance (part2) is my 50s humanish AU, where Omega Alastor and Alpha Lucifer have a bit of a Bonnie and Clyde thing going on.

The idea: Al gives up murder to have a pup, Luci is crazy about him and all the changes in his body while carrying their pup.

The Melody Between Us is the Canon ish AU with very bratty Omega Alastor who likes it rough but safe from Alpha Lucifer

The idea: This is crack, straight up. but I always put a special relationship between Omega Alastor and Omega Angel Dust in my fics...so why not take it to that level XD

Until the Devil's Last Dance (part3) is back in my 50s AU but our lovers are reunited as demon and devil in hell.

The idea: Lucifer can clone himself. Alastor wants to see how much he can take (triple penetration).

You may have noticed (maybe not) that there's no bonus scene for what's probably my most popular fic Falling for the Morningstars

And honestly that's just cause they haven't gotten down and dirty yet in the fic yet. (Aka Darcy hasn't practiced the dynamic/hasn't done her homework) XD

Thanks again for reading this post, and all my stuff!

Here's to more big feels and happy fucking endings in the future~

Darcy<3

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