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...

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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?"

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Just A Taste (Hazbin Hotel G/t Soft Vore)

Vaggie, angel dust-" the serpent's panicked cries rang out as he slithered down the couch leg, frantically darting across the floor. "help me!" despite his wails, the little demon's voice wasn't as loud as he had hoped thanks to his new size.

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I f O n l y.. ~

They shone out like beams of concentrated angel dust. they were slightly more than half open, very calm. suddenly, they widened. somewhat of fear, somewhat from curiosity. the wolf stopped dead in its tracks.

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The Adventures of Devlin Mythryll Episode Nine: You wouldn't happen to be looking for a job would you?

He eventually found his way into a gang of drug smugglers and made a ton of money running weed, angel dust, cocaine and hash. he was making money hand over fist, more money than he had ever made doing any legal job. "how do i get in on the money?"

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Black Magic - Chapter One: Sometimes I Hate This City

I don't know why, but practicing archery is like my crack cocaine, heroine, and angel dust all rolled into one big ball of joy.

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682 The Squirrel From Hell

The hound is like a psychotic on black angel dust as the dragon sprouts blades of dark bone from its wrists, the stained colour of ancient peat and sickly polished, and counters every sweep and lash.

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The Club of Wolves (working title) ch1-2

As always, comments are my anti-drug, and i don't wanna go back on the angel dust again, so tell me things... please. ch1: job interviews job interviews are never fun.

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The Final Anomaly 17 - The Goddess Awaits

Firing, knocking his aim upwards and causing him to waste a battery when it blasted a hard stream across the roof, tearing cables in half causing sparks to shower upon the entire room in a hailstorm of electric fire, coating the silver raptors within angel dust

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