{INCOMPLETE} You're My Favorite Drug [Angel Dust X Reader]

The Beginning

When you woke up, you recognized the odd sensation of warmth and fuzziness. It was a comforting and reassuring feeling, however, and the dread of the new day never came to haunt you. You felt someone brushing their hands through your hair, making a quiet sigh escape your lips as you buried your face deeper into their body. You heard the spider demon beside you chuckle, still having a slight rasp in his voice. It seemed he didn't wake up much earlier than you had.

"Good morning, babe." His morning voice was, undeniably, REALLY hot. You felt your face flush from the thought as you hid your face.

"Morning..." Your response was muffled, but could still be understood by Angel. He grunted as he got up to stretch his body, making you whine as the warmth disappeared. Still, you couldn't help but admire his hair, which was messy but still extremely soft, and his oddly gentle expression. It was rare to find him so...dreamy? Not to say he wasn't usually this attractive, but him looking so at peace was a completely different angle to his already complex display of emotions.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" You turn to find him facing you, now wearing his usual playful smirk. Cue the eye roll.

"What a cliche comeback. Don't you have anything better to say?" You playfully scoffed. "Honestly, how disappointing."

He feigned an expression of offense, pointing a finger at your tired form. "Well, fuck you too!"

"SoRrY, I dOn'T tOuCH tHe GaAaYs~!" The room went silent before it burst with laugher. He leaned forward, placing his arm on your shoulder for balance. "H-Holy SHIT! Y-You heard about that bitch, Katlyn Calloway or whatever the fuck she's called, and that shitty interview?!" He was laughing loudly as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. By this point, the demon was wheezing, and if you didn't know any better, you'd probably be EXTREMELY concerned.

He eventually calmed himself and even admitted you were better with comebacks than he, though the man would always be the best at flirtation, periodt. Eventually, your time had been cut short by yet another call from his boss, and later a voicemail from your mother. His face contorted to a solemn expression.

"This was nice and all, but I gotta go. I'm already on Val's radar because I'm "becoming rebellious". Any more complaints and his punishment is gonna be real shitty." Angel sighed and went to leave.

"Hey...Angel? Why don't you just quit? Find some other job and start over? He clearly pisses you off..."

"Kinda too late for that one, toots. Him bein' n' overlord and everything, me breaking our contract will seriously piss him off, and I'd get into some big shit..." He smoothed out his tux and fluffed up his fur, turning around to give you a perfect view of his suggestive pose. "This look good enough?"

"You look fine, Angel. Seriously though, maybe finding a way to quit is for the best? You got money, and you're pretty famous, too. Hell, I'm sure you can start your own private business or something..." You grabbed a comb from your nightstand and start brushing, untangling all the knots in your fur/hair. "From what I've heard, Valentino isn't a good or weak guy, but...There's gotta be something you can do!"

The drug addict sighed. "Only way I can think of is to kill 'im. Don't think my family could really take him...uh..." He moved over to the bed and pressed a hand to your cheek. "Just- You don't gotta worry about me. I've endured that horny jackass for a couple of decades. This is nothin' now. Sure, I like the idea of gettin' with somebody, and Husker down there looks pretty hot..." He paused, his face switching to one of confusion for a moment, before resuming to his more carefree facade. The man stretched and walked back to the door. "I gotta go. See ya later, Y/N!"

It was an abrupt way to end a conversation, especially with it seeming like he was going to delve deeper into his past. You did learn one thing though; He did have a family down here. But why did he mention them so suddenly?