You can't help fallin', goin' all in.

poisonedspider: INDIE roleplay blog for ANGEL DUST (ANTHONY) from HAZBIN HOTEL. Incredibly NSFW muse. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Spoilers present. Semi-selective. High activity, slow reply speed. Multipara/Novella literate writer for 20+ years. Multiverse and multi-ship. Mostly canon compliant representation of (one) famous porn star sprinkled with yummy head canons. Mature and triggering content present, must be 21+ to interact. Blog will explore extreme trauma, abandonment, s*xual assault, physical violence, death, addiction etc. Mutuals only, please! Authored by Strode, he/him, 34. Re-established April 2024 (originally wrote in July 2019).

Stand-alone blog, not strictly affiliated with the Hazbin/Helluvaverse and community - all fandom interactions welcome! NOT AN ASK BLOG. Will block most personals on site with rare exception. Do not reblog this post.

Rarely follows first because I know Angel can be a lot. It has nothing to do with my interest level!

Angel's Pookies: @luvsxcks @te1evisi0r @discoinfernos @broadcastinferno @stardustmcde

RULES UNDER CUT.

Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. From Alastor, season 2 from @pentious

The statement had been so completely out of character for the Radio Demon that there was no way in Hell Angel was going to believe it. Quite frankly, he couldn't trust it. He couldn't even trust himself anymore. He knew that the two of them had, more or less, been through the ringer. At least it had seemed that way from an outsider's perspective, it wasn't like he truly had any guarantee around what Vox had done to Alastor behind closed doors. But knowing The Vees? It couldn't be good.

Especially considering what they had done to him. At the hands of Valentino, abuse wasn't new. It had become a regular part of his life. Vox and Velvette, they played their roles in it, too. Anyone who thought they were innocent parties clearly didn't know how to catch the signals. But his mind, his heart, those two things had always been safe to him. He could get away from the physical abuse, from the hateful words. He could find solace in the hotel.

Now that wasn't even the case.

Yet Alastor thought he was just going to be able to sleep? Like none of this was happening? Like he wasn't terrified that the moment he went to close his eyes, something else bad was going to happen to people that he cared about, like he would sleep walk into some situation and cause more destruction? No. No fucking way. Long legs curled up tightly against his chest, hiding his face into his knees. Normally, he'd feel embarrassed to appear so broken. At this point, he no longer cared.

"Were you in my room last night? I saw somebody sitting at the edge of the bed." from @danger-tits-lute

"Yeh' room? And why, exactly, would ah' do that? Sounds creepy as shit." His eyebrow is raised at her over the rim of his martini glass, clearly not being pleased at his evening drink being interrupted even if it was his third in a row. It wasn't like he necessarily hated the woman by any means, but it was more so that it took him some time to warm up to people. And until then? He was going to be a dick.

"Maybe yeh' was hallucinatin'." Hummed out, setting the drink back on the bar top, one of his white tipped fingers tracing the lip of it in amusement. "Maybe it was a ghost. Maybe th' hotel is haunted." Was that even a thing that could happen in Hell? Was there a possibility that there were spirits stranded down here that weren't exactly sinners? Whatever, he didn't care, he was just being sarcastic.

He honestly did way better than I thought he would. Poor Satan if they were dating he wouldn't want him in heaven gross.

"Huh." That's it, that's the post. He's honestly too surprised to say anything. That's the closest that anyone has gotten to a full black out.

SPICE GIF 3.M/M (Satan) I mean not what he came to the hotel to do but angel is a pro at seducing. for @broadcastinferno

If someone had told him that he would have crept his way into Satan's pants, he would have - well, no actually, he wouldn't have been surprised at all, because he was just that good. Angel Dust didn't care much about the politics of Hell, so it wasn't like he was offput or even intimidated by the fact that one of the seven deadly sins had wandered into their hotel. He had dealt with Lucifer enough at this point that he knew that there was no way they were all remotely scary.

And really, not to discredit himself by any means here, but it hadn't exactly been hard. (Actually, it had been, and that was how they had gotten into this predicament - laugh, he's funny). At the end of the day, this was still Hell, and even if it wasn't the Sin of Lust currently beneath him, Hell still thrived on debauchery. What exactly was there to lose? And no reason not to blow off steam if the opportunity arose. That's how Angel saw it anyways.

Which was exactly why he was in the much larger male's lap at that moment. If Vaggi knew, she would be screaming Spanish words in his face, he just knew it. Now that she had been promoted to manager, she would most likely very much want to make it a rule that Angel Dust didn't fuck their guests. But who was he to deny Satan? Fuck, who even was Vaggi, to tell a sin what - or who - they could do?

Upper arms were thrown around the broad shoulder's of the Sin, lower hands pressed against his chest as he lifted his small hips, up and down in perfect rhythmic timing. Lips parted, eyes closed tightly as he felt how full Satan made him. The painful stretch had absolutely been worth it though, and it wasn't like Angel hadn't taken plenty in his days as a sex worker. It was nice having the power of choice around this overwhelming feeling, rather than it being something he was required to do.

♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them from @toxitrosia

"Th' fuck Val, we talked 'bout this!" No, they really hadn't, but any excuse to throw a bitch fit. At the end of the day, it wasn't even like he minded being picked up. One thing he had always appreciated about Valentino was his height. While he would never admit it out loud, there were several things about Angel Dust's own sinner form that made him self-conscience. His height was one of them. He towered over so many sinners, including practically everyone in the hotel.

Being with Valentino? It made him feel not so different. As bad as the two of them were for each other, there were also so many ways in which they complimented each other. And this was one of them. Angel wasn't the type of man who liked to feel small most of the time, and certainly not in the fear sense, but it was....nice. With Val. Knowing when he was on the moth's good side, he could be protected. Knowing he had this bigger daddy figure, more or less, was something he was attracted to.

Not that he would ever admit any of that.

"Th' fuck bitch, not a single Bingo? Ah'm gonna take this as a personal offense f' th' rest of our lives."

Hand hands in the sheet, tail wagging.

"....th' fuck do yeh' mean yeh' ain't pro sex work!?"

I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. from @dealingmanipulator

"It's fuckin' fine." Hissed out, practically spitting venom. Angel really didn't like people getting involved in his business if he could help it. Cherri Bomb was an exception, but that had taken her years of wiggling her way in to his circle of trust. Husk was....getting there. There were still some things he would never let the pussy cat know. Things like this. He already felt a level of shame for what he allowed himself to endure, and he didn't want the bartender looking at him any differently.

Fuck, he didn't want anyone looking at him differently. And that included Alastor.

"Don't wanna hear yeh' fuckin' pityin' me, Al." He couldn't guarantee that was what was going to be the case, but he seemed to know Alastor on a pretty good level. As good as it could get, considering how much the Radio Demon kept from the rest of the hotel. But Alastor, well, he had been around second longest to Angel, so the sex worker had gotten to know his mannerisms well enough. They also were from the same era, so he understood things about the deer that others might not.

And even if Alastor wouldn't make some snarky remark lacking in emotional empathy (he would), the point still stood that he didn't want the Overlord to see how truly bad it was. Bad, especially, because it wasn't just any old gun wound. It had clearly been caused by an angelic bullet. Which meant the typical healing process, annoying as it was, wasn't going to simply happen. There was no rejuvenation here. It would probably never heal to its full capacity, the way it seemed flayed around the edges in a jagged manner.

Fucking Moneyshot. He knew Valentino was going to wave that thing around recklessly too much one day, and someone would get hurt. That's what he tried telling himself, and not the fact that Valentino very easily could have been shooting to kill. Probably the only reason he hadn't was because he knew how irreplaceable Angel Dust was. So instead the shot had been to the thigh, rather than something fatal. Didn't stop him from limping into the hotel, a makeshift tourniquette designed from one of his fluffy robes tied tightly around the wound that was seeping through.

{ CHOKE } --- Sender wraps a hand around Receiver's neck during sex.  ( from here! ) from @te1evisi0r

Leave it to Vox to make such a power grab during sex like that. Not that Angel Dust wasn't absolutely used to being choked and not that he didn't love it, but it was the fact that with Vox, he knew the Overlord was trying to assert his dominance. Every little thing he did seemed to go that way, if anyone were to ask Angel. And in a sense maybe, just maybe, the man was trying to be a little threatening. Because he also got off on hurting people.

Something Angel would never admit to a single soul? It worked just a bit. Anyone that knew him well enough in that moment would have recognized the flash of terror in his eyes. The last time that this man had his hand around the spider's throat? Had been one of the most horrendous nights of his after life. He had been convinced he might even die. In some ways, he wished that he had. It would have been much easier than finding out the truth - a truth he had apparently been told over and over again, only to have permanently wiped from his mind. Until that night in a seedy motel room.

sender spends a long time kissing receiver's body. - from pen, in ridiculously fancy lingerie for @pentious

"Yeh' havin' a good time there?" Teased out, lips pulled back into the snarkiest of grins. Really, it was because he didn't know how else to respond. Ninety nine point nine percent of people tended to jump to getting down and dirty with him. The first time him and Pentious had done this, sure, they had been pretty slow. And he had understood why. Getting accustomed to each other's bodies, the fact they were actually friends and didn't want to do anything to hurt the other.

But now that that bridge was crossed, it was weird that someone would not just jump right into it. He still got slightly uncomfortable confused when someone spent time to worship his body, because he was used to being nothing more than some sort of toy. So the fact that the inventor had been kissing his body, and kept...kissing...and kissing...it confused him. To the point that he wasn't really sure what to say, other than be a somewhat sarcastic little shit.

Not that he minded it. It was nice. The snake looked absolutely stunning in their attire (as did Angel, naturally) and it felt more like...well actually, he couldn't be sure if this was the case but, he felt this must be as close to making love as he would ever get. Sensual. Beautiful. Like the romance movies that he would never admit to watching but consumed in his spare time. He adored raunchy sex, he was a kinky bastard, but there was something about someone being gentle.

Something he didn't think he deserved.

📻 "I'm not FASHIONABLE to anyone with SENSE!"

"...yeh' also missin' th' most important things so guess this bingo don't matta' much."