#tv dust

[voxiiferous]

'Til death do us part But we're already past that phase This is a brand new start And I think I deserve some praise

[triona-tribblescore]

Quiet Moments

(sat here thinking about how nice Husk's head scratches would feel TT <3 )

[willthespy]

no im not crying what are you talking about

[lalalalalalakakakak]

And they say chivalry is dead.

Now with the sequel (sort of)

(and just some failing attempt at drawing Angel Dust under the cut)

And this (below) was my very first attempt drawing him. At the time I didn't use references because "how hard could it be to draw him" ((the answer was "A LOT"))

(looking at it makes me laugh, so I'm posting it too)

[cupidsncheerios]

i have way too many of these on my phone so. here tumblr take em all

part 2 part 3

[robiinurheart33]

Ok ok Johnny but he can’t accept the fact that people love him?

First girlfriend. Went south real fast and realised he was gay.

First boyfriend. Was bi-curious. First heartbreak too.

Second boyfriend. Only wanted him for his body. Self explanatory.

Third boyfriend. Way too emotionally unavailable, felt like they weren’t even dating at a point. Turns out he already has a partner.

You get the gist.

At a very young age, Johnny was aware of his unfortunate personality. School fights, family scoldings, bedroom sobbing, it’s all just a blur to him now. It’s not like he had the worst life out there, no. But he can’t shake the fact that he can’t really remember anything about his childhood. The trauma stuck though, unfortunately.

He could never really seem to shake off that ���unloveable” blanket on his shoulders.

It’s not that bad, in retrospect. His friends like him, sure. They tolerate him. He knows he’s loud, he knows he’s brash, he’s a lot to deal with! He understands. So every once in a while, he’ll just…back off. Leave everyone alone and just spend some time alone. The horrors do get to him when he’s alone in his room, clutching the fabric of his shirt and trying to get ahold of his breathing, but it’s basically nothing to what everyone else has to endure! He’s selfish, he knows it already, always needy, always wanting. This is the least he can do to make sure that his loved ones aren’t tipped over the boiling point and actually leave him for good.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself at times.

Then he meets ghost.

Powerful, strong, admirable Ghost. He blew his fucking lid. He’s even bigger than the rumours suggest. He’s professional, clean. He’s everything that Soap wishes to be.

He’s jealous right off the bat. How could he not be?

Honestly, he feels a bit bad for the guy at the start. Soap’s laying it on thick with the touching and the questions. He’s obviously fucking with him a bit, bit to be fair he’s not really doing much to stop him either. As time goes on, it becomes a weird sort of admiration/jealousy thing. He still is jealous of Ghost, but not to an extreme extent that he could be.

Ghost is another very peculiar case, one that Soap doesn’t seem to mind prodding. After a few missions together, he could see why he was so infamous. But still, Ghost wasn’t pushing back. Has anyone done this to him before? Why was he just letting this happen? Ghost might find him weird, sure, but he’s the most curious disturbing motherfucker soap’s ever met.

The army isn’t exactly a place to find someone to get their dick wet, homophobes around the corner at every turn. Soap’s just accepted it as part of life now, not really wanting to think much on it but having that fact lurk at the back of his mind. It’s a bit depressing, sure, to not have anyone get to know his actual self, but then again he was sure that anyone who truly got to know him wouldn’t talk to him ever again. If it’s not the gay thing, it’s the army thing. If its not the army thing, it the personality thing. Whatever. John’s gotten used to it.

However, though some unexplainable force (the SAS and Price), Soap and Ghost had become some sort of dynamic duo now. They’d fought together, lost together, gone through some of the most horrific weathers known to man, and they’d both survived under some miracle. Well, soap survived. He never doubted ghost would.

He got very close though. Way too close for Soap’s liking. They were in some fuck-ass country upside down the earth, down to his last mag and ghost clipped in the shoulder. They were hauling ass just- away. They didn’t know when exfil would get there, or where. Their main objective was just to survive. Ghost was making a very vulnerable wheezing sound from his throat and Soap’s gun was overheating, burning though his gloves.

“Soap- Sargent.” Ghost whispered, somehow always remaining calm in the most chaotic situation Soap’s been in so far. Either that, or he’s just really fuckin tired.

“No’ now, L.T, tryna get us to safety.”

“Soap, leave me behind.”

“What? Listen, I’ve got no time for your stupid heroism crap, okay? Just- shut up.”

“MacTavish, im serious. I have nothing waiting for me. I’ll be okay. Just go. Stay safe.”

“Whot the hell did i just say?” He snapped, turning towards him. “I’ve go’ no time for this. You’re coming wit me whether you like it or not.” Soap jabs a finger into his chest, leaning in close until he’s sure Ghost can see the faintest scar on his right eyebrow from screwing around with a razor with his friends, trying to give himself a eyebrow slit.

“You’ve got me, haven’t ya? You’ve got Price, and the people on your team are counting on you. I’m counting on you. So you can die somewhere else, in the bumfuck a’ nowhere, but you’re not allowed to die today, now. Ya hear me?”

Like this, gunpowder and dust making his nose itchy, looking intensely at Ghost to make sure his point is drive home, there’s a look in his eyes that soap thinks he’s never seen before. He- he kinda looks like-

How Soap looks at Ghost.

With admiration.

Oh.

So, yeah. They ran out of there on the air of their asses, Soap laughing as the final hits of adrenaline pulses his heart, Ghost leaning against him with the same look in his eye, and they’ve never exactly been the same after that.

Soap chalked it off as it being in the heat of the moment kinda thing, but he’s been consistently catching Ghost’s eye staring at him from a distance away, just staring, with that strange look in his eye. Not always with the same emotion, Soap guesses, but still. It’s close enough. He doesnt know what’s happening, or what he did, but something changed. And it’s driving him insane. It’s not that Ghost wasn’t already friendly in his own weird ghost way, but now he’s being friendly in a normal way.

It’s so weird.

He’ll be waiting at the gun range for Soap like he knows he’d appear there, toss him an apple when he feels peckish, slap his hand away when he needs to change bandages muttering something about him not doing it properly. It’s weird, and it’s nice, and it’s making soap feel all itchy and hot. he can’t even scratch himself anymore as a soothing tick, Ghost will just slap his hand away and grumble a “stop that.”

It’s weird, and soap can’t help but enjoy it.

He feels a bit selfish, feeling like he’s somehow taking advantage of ghost’s kindness, but for what? He’s feeling guilty but what exactly is he being selfish about? Maybe a mental checkup is in order, he’s losing his mind a bit. They’re friends, that’s all. It’s not…that unheard of that ghost would have friends, isn’t it? He should feel honoured to be his…fist? Again, Soap doesn’t know a lot about him.

Time passes. He dips his toes in guerrilla warfare for the first time, can’t say he’s a fan. Been backstabbed, shot, and survived. Hes earned his nickname, and sticks by it. (Hah) Though thick and thin, Ghost’s been there throughout it all. An angel guiding him to the churches, a leader who he would follow to the pits of hell, a friend when he needed one. After all that, the questions just never seemed to slow down. About his family, himself, his hobbies… to keep him awake, to pass the time, just whenever. Mostly Soap would get grumbles and short answers, proper sentences if he’s in the mood (which is all the time) or drunk enough. He’s flustered under all the attention and he knows it, itching beneath the helmet and the layers of armour. Soap is brash, and loud, and a little bit of a pyromaniac. He knows it. He’s fine with it. All jagged edges, no slowing down in sight. He doesnt know what to do with the change coming. He does the only thing he knows to do. He runs. After all of it is said and done, with makarov in the streets now, not much is to be done other than waiting for further instruction.

Applies leave for a few days, rented a airbnb online, have some alone time. Reset. Easy. Simple. Hes done this all his life. But when he was just about to slip out, Ghost suddenly appeared right in front of him.

“Gah- Jesus, fuck, ghost. What’s wrong?”

“You’re leaving.”

“Yeah, I am. You signed off on the papers.”

“Why?”

“Just…some time. To myself.”

“Is that it?”

“…yeah?” What else does he want me to say?

Ghost looks like he.. squirms a bit, which is weird. Ghost doesn’t squirm.

“Just… the countryside. And stuff.” This is the worst casual conversation he’s ever had with Ghost.

“Um… i got you something.” Then he’s holding something out.

“Huh? Really- this is a rock.” What the fuck.

“It’s a rock from Las Almas.”

“You… kept a rock. From Las Almas. What, you couldn’t have stopped by an actual gift shop just around the corner? I think i saw one right around where i found your knife lodged into-”

“-You done yet?” He snaps.

“Apparently not, sir. You wanna explain the rock?” Soap’s being a bitch.

“Just that… you’re going to be alone… and. Makarov.”

“It’s a legitimate place, ghost. you wont find anyone there.”

“Not just that, it’s like-” He groans slightly and scratches the back of his head. “You’re going to be alone, and the last time you were alone..”

Oh.

“It’s just a reminder that like, I wasn’t going to give it to you this soon but, i was there. With you. You weren’t truly alone, johnny. And.. you’re going to be alone now. Actually alone. And i just….its. I’m here. At Redhill. I’m going to be here. You know where to find me.”

You’ve got me, haven’t ya?

Oh shit.

Soap doesn’t know what to say. He can feel the tip of his ears burning, pricking down his cheeks and flush down his neck. He doesnt know how to stand properly, what to say, how to think. Because everything he;s thinking right now should not be applied to his lieutenant.

This doesn’t mean anything, right? It doesn’t change anything. It’s still the same. Soap knows that Ghost cares about him. He’s his Sargent. He’s his Sargent. But not in that way. They’re friends. The rock from Las Almas. He’s fine. They’re fine. It’s just like the rock is a physical manifestation and real evidence that Ghost may or may not like him. Jesus, he shouldn’t think like that. He’s too quiet. He should say something. His lips twitch.

“Thank you.” THAT’S IT?? SAY MORE.

“I’ll know where to look, then.” Soap gives the most half flustered, half assed smile he’s ever given to anyone. He cant even begin to imagine how he looks right now. His heart pulls. Ghost looks away. He feels like he’s going to be swept off his feet in a bad (good) way.

“Right then.” He clears his throat, disappearing down the corner of the hallway. Soap gapes as he stares after him. What was that? What was him? What? He looks down at the heavier-than-it should-look rock in his sweaty palms, and swallows.

This doesn’t change anything. They’re still working together. They’re the lieutenant and Sargent of the 141 Taskforce. He’s fine. They’re fine.

Everything is okay.

[elsa-fogen]

Long live the queen | Artificial Demon AU

tan tan TAAAANNN

AU Masterpost

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

We gotta winner!!!

This is about:

Alastor, Angel Dust, Lucifer, & Valentino/Vox

Reactions to Shy!Reader asking to have sex/initiating sex

CW: Embarrassment/Humiliation, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Vox/Val being MEAN

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Alastor -

Waiting for a moment alone with Alastor feels like an eternity. When you both finally settle in for the evening, you're careful in how you approach your proposal to ask him for what you want. Trying not to seem suspicious, you continue in your nightly routine and prepare yourself for bed. Alastor sits quietly in his chair, flipping the pages of his book every so often. The soft sounds of jazz music playing from a nearby radio helps you to relax as you put your plan in motion. 

Crawling onto the bed, you roll over on your back, rest your hands on your stomach, and turn your head in his direction. He doesn't immediately acknowledge you, seeming consumed in the literature. You draw your knees up and continue to stare, waiting patiently for him to glance up. "What is it my dear?" He finally says, still looking down at his book. It's easy to get distracted by his features in these moments where it seems as if his guard is down with you. An easy smile graces his lips, as he turns to the next page. "I was just thinking..." you say hesitantly with a

teasing lit to your voice. His smile grows slightly at that, still not giving you the attention you want. 

"Mm…And what might you be thinking about?" He hums, in a similar teasing tone. Your thighs unconsciously squeeze together as he still continues to read his book. It's quiet for a moment, only the soft sounds of the music plays in the background and him flipping to the next page. "Welllll...I thought maybe we could..uhh...I mean, I wanted to..." you trail off, taking in a deep breath. "I was hoping that we could..." you start and inwardly cringe, turning to look at the ceiling. You shift slightly, suddenly feeling very silly at trying to ask your request. 

You try to gather your thoughts and turn to look at him to finally answer his question. When your mouth opens to speak, you freeze when you see his eyes peering over to you above his book. Quickly breaking eye contact, you roll on your back to again stare at the ceiling to try to avoid the feeling of his eyes burning into you. Your fingers awkwardly dance together on your stomach as you shove down the embarrassment you feel. A creak from across the room, signals Alastor getting up from the chair. The soft sounds of him setting down the book and slow footsteps making their way over to you makes your eyes squeeze shut.

He soothingly says your name and turns your cheek to look at him, while sitting down next to you on the bed. When you open your eyes, your cheeks warm at the heated look he gives you, “Given your reaction, I’m guessing you’ve been thinking of something naughty~” His fingers trail down your cheek to your neck, making you gasp and tilt your head up to bare your neck to him. He leans in while grasping your throat, and asks in a low tone “Now tell me…what were you thinking that made you so shy to ask me?”

A pathetic whimper crosses your lips making his grin widen, “Come on dear, we don’t have all night...” Pushing down the apprehensive thoughts, you finally answer quietly, “..I want you Alastor..” When he lets go and pulls away slightly, you panic and start to sit up as well, but he gently pushes you back down, climbing over top of you. He slides a hand down your hip to your thigh and pulls it to wrap around his waist. When he drops his hips to press into yours, you can’t help it when your hips lift to his, and moan. “Mm. And how do you want me darling?” 

Angel Dust -

Like most days when Angel is off of work, you were hanging out together in his room, updating each other on the recent happenings since the last time you both spent time together. This time you both were lying on his bed, you listening to him talk about the graphic details of his newest film. You can’t help the way your mind wanders...While Angel expresses his annoyance in having to retake shots multiple times, you’re thinking about him in those heated moments, what he might have looked like, how he might have felt, what he might have felt like…. 

When your thighs automatically press together, you try to hide the sharp breath that escapes. In hopes of trying not to catch his attention, you continue to nod along to his story, throwing in an

extra “uh huh” or “oh yeah.” He hesitates, eyeing you carefully when he notices your sudden shifting and flushed expression. Angel puts an elbow on the bed and rests his cheek against his fist, “Soooo…whatcha thinkin’ about?” He’s not looking at you when he asks, trying to appear as if he doesn’t know. His sudden question startles you and you look up at him with wide eyes, “N-nothing! I’m just listening to you!” You say too quickly for it to actually be nothing, waving your hands in front of you. He giggles at your reaction, and responds teasingly “You’re a bad fuckin’ liar~” 

Embarrassed, you roll over to hide your blush and bury your face in his chest, scooting closer when his arms envelop you. “Why you bein’ shy all of a sudden?” He kisses the top of your head and gently rubs circles on your back. Whining, you respond while sliding your leg over him, his thigh now resting between your legs, “..’M not..” Taking a shaky breath, you softly say his name and roll your hips against his thigh. 

Angel blushes himself and an excited grin slowly makes its way to his lips, “You horny, baby?” You gasp and suddenly look up at him from the bluntness of his question. “You know…” He starts, lifting his leg slightly and grabbing your hips to guide you on his thigh, “Daddy will always give you what you want, all you gotta do is ask..” 

Lucifer - 

At the hotel bar, you and Lucifer had been chatting away all evening after the events of Charlie’s most recent trust exercise with the hotel’s guests. Both of you decided you needed a drink afterwards, which led you to where you were now. “..I mean it’s crazy that they even finished the course! I mean I love the girl but someone’s gotta draw the line,” Lucifer laughs out referring to his daughter’s idea of team bonding. You giggle along with him, taking a sip of your own drink. This goes on for sometime, conversation flowing easily between you two. 

A few drinks later, you randomly notice the way Lucifer grips his glass and focus in on his fingers. A familiar throbbing between your legs, makes you shift in your chair. It’s hard to tell if it’s the alcohol that has you thinking naughty thoughts or if it’s the way his hands look like he could manhandle you however he pleased. You think it’s both.

Seemingly oblivious to the sudden fixation you have for his hands, he started rolling up his sleeves, making you bite your lip. You zone out, now openly staring, when he starts speaking again. When he abruptly says your name, your eyes flicker up to look at him, your cheeks heating up. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a knowing look before taking another sip of his drink, “What’s on your mind? You’ve been awfully quiet.” You look away, shaking your head before murmuring, “It’s nothing..”

He gives you a soft smile and reaches over to place his hand on your knee, stroking slowly with his thumb, “You know you can tell me anything right?” You don’t look at him in that moment but you nod your head slightly. “Good..” He murmurs, using his other hand to lift your chin to look at him, “...so what’s on your mind? Because you were staring pretty hard a bit ago.” Your lips pressed together as the uncomfortable feeling of getting caught overwhelms you. Not that you both were together, but it’s not as if you hadn’t had relations before. Still... 

“I dunno..I just…” the blush creeps further as he leans in, gripping your knee. “Yeah? Tell me..” he breathes out. When you finally admit you were thinking about his fingers, he chuckles. “That’s all sweetheart?” He slides his hand up your thigh, thumb getting dangerously close to your core and all you can do is spread your legs for him. He slowly moves his palm between your legs, earning himself a low moan as you roll your hips against it. Leaning in next to your ear, he whispers, “How about I show you what these fingers can do, hm?”

Valentino & Vox - 

In the secluded area of the VIP section of the club, you were nestled up under Vox’s arm nursing your drink while him and Valentino were talking business. Your relationship with Vox was questionable to say the least. Previously as one of Velvette’s models, you were now his personal toy which he played with as he pleased. A perfect piece of eye-candy to satisfy his occasional sweet tooth. For so long, he kept you away from Valentino, only allowing minimal interactions between the two of you, so tonight was a first of many considering how the night's events unfolded.

You’d heard Valentino was attractive and enticing, but you didn’t spend enough time with him to know first hand. All night your eyes trailed down his body, watched his lips as he spoke smoothly and seductively. Even if it wasn’t necessarily directed at you, you couldn’t help the way your thighs clenched while the two men spoke. Vox moves his hand to your hip, possessively pulling you closer to him. When you look up at him, he isn't watching you, rather he’s watching the way Valentino is practically undressing you with his eyes. “So tell me Voxxy..” He leans back, tilting his head in your direction and lights a cigarette, “Where did you find this little cutie?~” You blush at the pet name and look away from his heated gaze. 

Vox swirls his drink before answering, “Used to be one of Velvette’s models, now works for me,” he takes a sip, “Not a whole lot to it really.” When he takes a puff and blows smoke into the air, Valentino grins, “Mm you know…you could have always had one of my top whores..~” he purrs, eyeing you carefully now. Vox rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to retort before the sound of Valentino’s phone goes off. He frowns and sighs before getting up from the table, putting up a finger,  “Ah, un momento...” 

When he leaves, Vox kisses your temple and occupies himself with his phone. Even though it probably shouldn’t, thinking back at the way the men spoke as if you weren’t there and the way Vox was holding you, easily lit a fire between your legs. Biting your lip, you set your hand on his thigh and look around the corner, hoping that it takes Valentino some time to come back. Vox doesn’t say anything, but you feel his grip on you tighten. You pout and turn to bury your face in his neck, whining softly, “..daddy..?” 

That gets his attention. Putting down his phone, a wicked smirk comes across his screen before  he pulls you into his lap, “Yeah? What is it, baby?” You give him a coy smile, opening your mouth to respond. However you freeze as Valentino’s chuckling rings out behind you. “¿Qué es esto? I was gone for five minutes and came back to-” He licks his lips, staring at your ass, “-such an interesting display.” When he sits back down, your head is already buried in Vox’s shoulder. “Aww are you shy, cariño?” Valentino coos over at you, acknowledging you directly for the first time this evening. Vox laughs at the way your grip on him tightens, knowing you’re embarrassed to be caught in such a position. He pushes you to sit up and holds your hands so you can’t hide again, “What were you trying to ask me sweetheart?” 

Your entire face heats up and you shake your head in an attempt to get out of answering, “N-nothing, it’s not important..” Vox maneuvers you to turn around in his lap, now facing Valentino. He hums and pinches your cheeks, turning you to look directly at Valentino when you try to look away. Tears prick at your eyes when you see him grin at you, clearly enjoying the show. “Hm. It must have been pretty important if you were trying to get daddy’s attention, not to mention climbing into his lap as soon as Val left. Surely that’s not all for nothing right?” You close your eyes, tears now falling down your face at the humiliation. 

Despite speaking to the other, Valentino teases you, “Oh Voxxy, you’re being so meannn, making them cry. Pobrecito~”. Vox then growls in your ear, “Well, if you can’t tell me, maybe you’ll tell Val.” He roughly pushes you on the floor, making you gasp as you land on all fours. Valentino gives you a moment before lifting your face to look at him. He blows his smoke in your face and purrs, “Amor~  don’t you wanna tell daddy what’s going on in that cute little head of yours?” 

Your lip trembles as you finally answer, “I just wanted daddy that’s all!” you sob out, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down. Valentino hushes you, murmuring soft praises to you. “Muy bien baby..” He holds your cheek, which makes you lean into his touch, then glances up to Vox who’s watching intently, palming himself through his pants. “I understand now why you chose this one…” Valentino pulls you up into his lap and mischievously smirks, looking at Vox, “Since your little toy wants to play, you wouldn’t mind me having a turn would you?” Vox mimics his smile, “by all means.” 

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Lemme know your thoughts!!! :3

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{UPDATE}

Part 2: Angel Dust

Part 2: Vox/Val

[anotherbummer]

Alastor + TV Tropes

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Angel Dust (Sogo Ishii, 1994)

[hazbingirliexoxo]

Reader: *talking about their favorite TV show/podcast*

Vox: *smugly* Well it can’t be that popular if I’ve never heard of it

Reader: *mockingly* It’s not for old people🙄🙄

Vox: ….

[voxiiferous]

Hazbin AU: November, 1943, Vincent Price has been rejected for another promotion. What better way to drown one's sorrows than cheap alcohol at a nameless bar? While there, Vincent meets Anthony, one of the sons of one of the mafia families. They hit it off, leading them through a clandestine love affair, all the while the body counts grow higher and the suspect list grows longer.

[delinquentluvr]

and to nobody’s surprise my favorite vox machina member is scanlan

[wornoutworm]

His ass is NOT beating the fruity allegations

[cupidsncheerios]

i like to think about a situation in which the hazbin cast mysteriously transform into their human bodies again, because for some of them it would be really benign and incredibly dramatic for others

like alastor's would be just "more colour :)" and angel's would be "fewer arms :("

meanwhile the vees are doing horribly. velvette has FLESH again and just realized how uncomfortable her clothes are, valentino is half his usual height and CANNOT cope, and vox fell on his ass INSTANTLY because he hasn't had a skull that weighs more than 2 pounds in over 20 years

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise no Bimbo! Part TWO!

My mind is literally reeling with ideas on this series!!! Hazbin Hotel has meeeee hoookked! And those naughty Vee's definitely have me hooked good and proper!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

Enjoy my darlings xoxoxox

Your mouth opens in shock when you see THE Velvette had liked your photo. Heart racing a little you couldn’t control the smile that stretched across your lips, holding in the little squeal you desperately wanted to let out you settled for giving a little excited wiggle in your seat. Or you were until a shadow encased you. Looking up you lock eyes with the main V. Vox. Uh oh.

“And who is this lovely lady, Val?” 

Bugger. Swallowing nervously, you observe the TV demon in front of you that you had seen on your own TV screen at home. Tilting you head up, he was a lot taller than you thought he would be and a lot more handsome.  Realising the other Overlord was making his way towards you both, you quickly stood from your seat while clocking a very worried-looking Angel Dust shoving on their dressing gown behind Valentino.

“Hello Sir, I am Y/n, a friend of Angel Dust”, you hold out your hand to the TV Demon for a handshake. His cold claw like hand took your own in his, raising it up to his face screen and placed a small kiss on the back of it, your blackened fingers and vibrant pink nail varnish reflecting off his screen.

“Ah any friend of Angel’s is a friend of ours, right there Val” his charming smile took up half his screen while his eyes focused on Valentino who arrived at his side towering over us both. Gulping down a shot of nervousness you smile at them both, tapering down the need to take a few steps back. The chair behind you also reminded you that you were cornered by two of the most powerful Overlords in Hell. Remembering a few stories which Alastor recounted for you in the Radio Tower you were doing your best not to panic.

“Yes of course baby, our delicious Y/n is just waiting for Angel Dust to finish his scene – though they did refuse my offer of a job now didn’t you princessa?” Having both their attention directed at you was nerve-wracking but also made you feel a little bit powerful. But you shot down that feeling as soon as you felt it! Dangerous thinking!

Cracking a anxious smile at them you decide to try for an apologetic attitude: “I’m sorry but I did, but I love my job at the moment Sir, so like I said before if I decide to change my career then I will give you a call”.

“And what is it exactly that you do Miss Y/n?” Vox has such a charismatic voice it was easy to get distracted by it and not the words he was saying. Luckily you were doing your best to pay attention to what the Vee’s were saying and doing.

“I am a Singer and Dancer in one of the clubs in Pride Ring and at Cannibal Town”, as you mentioned the last place you watched both their eyebrows raise and look at you a bit differently. Biting your lip slightly to stop the giggle escaping you instead explaining: “not that I am a cannibal but they like my singing and pay good money. As long as I’m singing and they’re paying and not biting it’s a good gig”.

Valentino moved closer, you could tell he was the type of demon that just had no boundaries when it comes to others, trying hard not to flinch as he blew some of that red smoke towards you, “oh don’t you like biting princessa?” That question in his sultry voice, he managed to make a slight blush brighten your cheeks.

“Ah that is between me and my lovers, Sir” you attempt to charm back while trying to find a way to escape from this corner. Almost as if he had read your mind suddenly there was an arm cutting off your escape route, flicking your gaze up to Vox’s amused expression you grumble inside. He must have seen a drop in your face, chuckling under his breath as he smirks at Valentino, the latter was just eyeing you up like you were his next meal. Time to get out of this situation. Like now.

“Sooo … is Angel done? Not that it isn’t lovely to speak to you both gentlemen, but I didn’t put this outfit on just to chat,” you try to look over Vox’s shoulder to see if you could see Angel Dust, who you hoped was coming to your rescue. A gloved finger tapped your chin, making your gaze go towards the tinted one of Valentino.

“And what is the reason for this outfit?” He croons, keeping that gloved finger against your chin challenging you to defy him by removing it.

“To dance the night away” you shake away the urge to flick his finger off your face and instead just glare up into his tinted one, challenging him in your own way. His smirk was just getting larger, his gold tooth glinting in the low light of his studio.

“Uh Y/n you uh ready?” You nearly let your eyes shut with relief when you heard Angel Dust’s voice, as an alternative you turn your head towards the demon letting Valentino’s finger drop from your face with the gesture. A sharp growl was the only tell that he wasn’t happy. Ignoring it you focus on Angel.

Angel’s face appeared in the space between the two Overlord’s shoulders, a concerned expression covered it seeing you cornered by the two. A relieved smile graced your lips trying to put him at ease, or as much ease as you could in this situation. You turn back to the seat behind to grab your coat and purse but before you could two pairs of hands grab them. Cocking your head at the TV Demon, he responds with a charming smile holding your coat up to help you put it on. If you hadn’t heard stories of his temper and what he was like you’d almost be charmed by him.

Thanking him softly, you slip your arms into the coat and allow him to slip it up over your shoulders. What you didn’t expect was him encasing you in his arms as he buttons it, his chest pressed against your back and his breath against your neck. You really hoped he couldn’t feel how hard your heart was beating from nerves right now. With Vox at your back, Valentino moved forwards boxing you in against the other Overlord, his one hand was slipping your purse into your slightly trembling ones as his other brushed your cheek and lifted your chin up, so you were looking up at him.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see a panicked Angel Dust trying to think of ways to save you. Unfortunately, you think this isn’t a situation you might be able to be saved from unless it was yourself doing the saving.

Licking your bottom lip nervously you release a breath before shaking yourself free from both of them. Valentino squeezed your chin briefly for a moment before taking a step back – strange as you thought it would be him that would be the clingy one. Gently, you pry Vox’s hands from your hips pretending not to feel warm sparks from where they rested, they had sat on your hips after buttoning your coat. You give them a soft squeeze as you push them away so they rested at his own hips. Breaking away from them you take a few steps towards Angel Dust. Twisting back vaguely towards the two Overlords you give them both a generous smile.

“Thank you for your company and goodnight gentlemen”. You nod towards them, turning back to Angel you link your arm through one of theirs and almost drag him towards the elevator. Feeling your tenseness, he quickens his pace grabbing his jacket from a chair that you pass, throwing a goodbye to them both over his shoulder.

Getting in the elevator you almost didn’t turn back to face the two Vee’s. Your nerves almost getting the better of you. But if you didn’t turn you just knew that would be a win for them. So, you straighten your spine, mentally pull your big girl panties up and turn as gracefully as you can with your best award winning smile to face them both.

The two predatory smirks and narrowed eyes directed at you made your dead heart thump in your chest.

You were so fucked!  

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