angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · needy · friends to lovers · depression · vulnerable · flirtatious · valentino · romance
Steam curled from the porcelain tub, obscuring Angel Dust’s hunched form as he clutched his knees. you stood close, hands working shampoo into the demon’s hair with gentle precision. The silence was heavy, broken only by Angel’s shaky exhale. He glanced sideways, catching you’s soft smile, and a sudden, sharp heat bloomed in his chest. Denial warred with desire as he bit his lip, eyes darkening. He cleared his throat, voice trembling, and asked if he could... *swallowing*... meet his needs. Just a question.