Angel Dust: To entertain a Spider
Edit: i won't be continuing angel dust. it was never meant to be a series and has little to no direction as shown from the dramatic drop in quality with the last two stories. "shit!"
Angel Dust: To catch a Spider
#3 of requests minimal sex in this one angel dust is the sole property of his owner vivienne medrano the sounds of screeching wheels and sirens punctuate the cold night.
Angel Dust: To love a Spider
The Moon hangs low in the sky, the night far to clear for his liking. The shadowy figure skulking about the warehouse complex as Guards moved on Patrol always one step behind. The Figure giggled and licked his Lips, looking over all the vulnerable...
Chatter
This one is unique in that it's told entirely from angel dust's perspective. **chatter** angel dust leaned on the fencing of the hotel's roof, its bronze, baroque metal crowning the red-stone building like a cage.
Angel Dust
Sweet honey nectar of pain Pouring slow and tantilizing through my sluggish veins Whispering sugar secrets under my skin Tempting Sweeping me from reality Playfully Seizing my muscles with youthful strength Perplexing my mind And siphoning bits...
Angel Dust: To date a Spider
#2 of requests and here we see the continuation of angel dusts blossoming relationship with mark. i in no way own angel dust, he is the property of his respective owner. a familiar scene unfolds.
Li'l Snake, Lotta fun (Hazbin Hotel)
Cherri pushed angel dust's face off screen. she lowered to an easy crouch before the terrified egg boi, pretended at smoothing out his yolk-stained suit, and gave her most winning, toothy smile. "ya really wanna live?"
Vault
Next time you saw angel dust you'd drown him in cash. you'd make a church out of stolen wealth. it was time to pluck through your efforts. you went into the vault. immediately, tables and glass containers and mountains of riches met your gaze.
Blood In My Face
A window into the vulnerable angel dust, the _real_ angel dust. you hiss, and you keep him embraced in a vice grip. your forehead presses to his. "angel. . ." hoarse, real, honest.
Money is Money, Baby
angel dust isn't convinced. "really? your dick disagrees." yeah, the erection's not going anywhere. and neither is angel dust, who takes it upon himself to sit in your lap.
The Thief and The Spider
And yet. . . he's giving up everything that makes angel dust _him._ he was happy. maybe a bit self-destructive, certainly violent, but goddammit, it's hell! "there is _nothing_ i need to fix. you are angel dust.
It's In My Nature
angel dust grunted. "be a lot easier if you'd _stop squirming!"_ "i'm not." "ya' just did it again!" seriously, how hard is it to sit still? angel dust was confounded.