#valentino fanfic

[helluva-simper]

Drugs

Word count: 1k

TW!: drug use, 18+, suggestive content, cussing, violence. Minors DNI

              Valentino walked into his penthouse, the main color of the room being a red and dark pink with an occasional blue and purple. He sits on the couch turning on the TV. He leaned towards the table to grab the cigarette box but when he opened it, nothing was in it. “Voxxy!? Where did I put my extra cigarettes?!” 

Valentino gets up and looks around the living room as Vox yells, “I don’t Fucking know! You probably used them all since you smoke them like there’s no tomorrow!” Valentino audibly groans. 

Vox walks into the room and laughs at Valentino’s look of despair. “You look so stupid, Val. Can’t you just smoke something else to control the bitches.” He asked, carrying his “fuck Alastor cup.” in a blue robe. “I could but those are my favorite.” Valentino whines as Vox sighs. “So… Voxxy baby~... can you do me a favor and watch over the club while I’m gone.” “No. I’m incredibly too busy to deal with your bullshit.” Vox said.

“Come on~. I’ll pay you back. And I promise you won’t regret it.” Valentino said, running his fingers down the side of Vox's TV screen. Vox groans as he pushes his hands away. “Val, I said-” “You don’t even have to stay long. Just need you to make sure everything is going smoothly.” Valentino says grabbing his phone about to call someone to pick him up already knowing that he has won. “Ugh, fine.” Vox walks away drinking whatever was in his cup. Valentino was off to see you.

You were a bee demon that went by the name of ‘Hunne’. You were a popular and wealthy demon by selling a product called “Honey buns” since it was originally supposed to be in food but… eh… you just thought that drugs would be better. It was a drug that could make you feel like you could fly or make you feel completely relaxed depending on how much you take. It was in all forms: pills, powder, cigarettes, and that was why Valentino was taking the time out of his day to drive to the other side of Hell.

He walks in to see you smoking your own stuff. “Hunne, baby, how ya been?” Valentino said walking to the counter almost scrunching his nose at how strong the smell of smoke was near you. “Tino, haven’t seen you in a hot minute. Ran out of my stuff?” You asked, putting your cigarette in the ashtray in front of you. 

You had black and yellow stripes all over your skin, your hair was messy and was covering your face barely able to see through your hair to see your fully black eyes. You were quite skinny and frail with boney fingers that had long, black nails. When you spoke, you would make a buzzing noise.

“Sadly so, but I also came to see my favorite stoner.” Valentino said, having a toothy grin resting his upper left arm on the table. “Of course, Tino. Now…” You stretch out your thin arm and open your hand. He digs inside his robe and pulls out his wallet giving you the money. You smile, taking it and putting it in a lock box behind you. 

As you bend down, Valentino wolf whistles looking up and down at your body. Even though you were very scrawny, Valentino found it very interesting. How easy it would be to dominate you, break you. But if he wasn’t your best customer, you would have shot him with the gun you had in the box as well. So, you just let him wish.

“You know, you would make a wonderful assistant~.” Valentino suggested with a smug look. You stood up and grabbed a vial from inside a cabinet as you said, “Maybe in the next Hell.”

Valentino had a specific type of cigarette that he always requested. It had a vibrant red color and had a chemical that, without the right protection, would make anyone other than him incredibly high, that’s why you wore gloves and a mask.

Valentino rolls out his tongue letting his saliva drip into the small tube. When it was full he said, “I would like to see how my little worker bee does their job.” “I prefer for you to stay outside.” You answered walking to the backroom door. As you did, he walked to you. 

He puts his lower arms on your hips and the upper on your shoulders. “Baby, come on~ I won’t touch anything… unless it’s you~.” He purrs in your ear. Since you knew that you were too weak to fight an overlord, you just turned around, dug out his wallet, feeling his bare chest sending chills down his spine, pulled out his wallet, and took out 2 $100 bills.

“You drive a hard bargain, my sweet.” He spoke. “If you don’t take your dick holding hands off me, I will not make your drugs.” You said firmly. Valentino pulls his hands away and holds them up, surrendering. 

When Valentino backed away, you opened the door. The room was almost pitch black with a very dim orange light. A visible black smoke filled the room, making Valentino choke. “Fucking hell! How do you work or even breathe in here?!” Valentino said, waving his hand around. You just shrugged. 

The same way a bee collects pollen, your hair always had pollen in it, the only difference was that you didn’t need to taste good. You always being in an enclosed room while smoking tainted the pollen being the main ingredient. When it’s mixed with Valentino’s saliva well… you’ll be so high you might attempt to fly off the Vee’s tower.

You walk to a giant mixing machine and put the two ingredients in it.  You put the time for 3 ½ minutes and started it.  As it mixed you walked over to a table and grabbed the lighter and cigarette from it then lit the cigarette. Valentino watched your every move with a growing idea. 

Valentino walks to you taking the cigarette out of your hand. “What the fuck man?!” You exclaimed, reaching for it but you were too weak to move the hand that was pushing you back. He wrapped his hand around your chin and pulled your face to his. He took a drag, pulled down your mask, and blew it in your face. Being the addict you were, you instantly inhale the smoke. “Give… give it back.” You muttered trying to pull away but he didn’t let go. 

“So, Hunne, baby~. May I know why you have to wear all this protection?” Valentino asked. He didn't really didn't need to though since he already knew. You had told him the first few months he started requesting his special drug. He just want to hear your own voice say it.

            You stayed silent, not replying to his question trying to step away but used his lower arms to keep you in place. Valentino tales another drag watching you breathe it in like you needed it, like it was oxygen.

             “Come on, baby~. I just need you to say a sentence or two. Can be too hard, right?” He spoke backing you up into the wall. You were terrifide. Yeah, you being his favorite drug dealer let you know that he wasn't gonna kill you… somewhat but him towering over you like that was making you feel uncomfortable.

            Before you could tell him to go fuck himself, he pushed himself against you and moved your chin up allowing him to unravel his tongue around your neck. Your breathing stopped.

            What was this smell? God, it was intoxicating making your vision blur. You felt like you had just stopped thinking. Valentino could see the break on your face. He kissed you and you didn't fight back, didn't even think about it (as if you could). He sild his tongue inside, exploring, making the effects of the chemical worse.

            Valentino, his voice deep and breathy, whispered in your ear, “Perhaps the drugs can wait… can't they?” The only response he got was incoherent noises which made him smirk. “Till then, just be a good little “Hunne” bee and let Daddy do what he does best.”

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Hush Hush (Valentino x Charlie)

CW: Dub/Non con, leaning hard toward noncon, Valentino is in hell for a reason, Valentino is a warning on his own, Mirror sex, belly bulge, suggested nonconsensual recording. Rated: Adult Summary: Charlie has had enough of Angel Dust coming back to the hotel broken. She was the princess of hell, surely she could make a deal Valentino would have no choice but to agree to. There was no price too high to buy her friend's freedom but when it comes time to pay the cost, is she willing to?

Requested by @crackrodent on the @voxtekinc discord server: yall know how Val has Angels soul and like thats clearly holding him back from working on himself more? What if Charlie decided enough was enough and went down to demand he free him from the contract but instead Val and Charlie made a deal? One night. No one can know. Then Angel will be free.

Charlie’s heels clicked through the long empty halls, garish pinks, purples and golds splashed across the walls all around her. Her palms were sweaty as she pulled her shoulder back and held her head up high. She reminded herself that she was not just a nobody, going to ask the overlord of the porn district for a favor. 

She was the Princess of Hell and she would do whatever she must in order to ensure he met her demands. There had to be something Valentino wanted she could give him in exchange for the voiding of Angel Dust’s contract. They could surely identify a fair exchange that would meet both their needs. 

Charlie was sure of one thing: she was done watching her friend return to the hotel broken after a night of abuse at the studio. Angel Dust had shown great promise for her redemption project, and beyond that, he had become a valued friend. She needed, no, she would see him out of the shackles that held his progress back. 

The small demon motioned to a large, closed door as he stopped next to it. “He’s expecting you.” 

She thought about knocking before deciding against it. This may not be her hotel, but he was one of her subjects. She was in charge here. Not him. 

The doors opened with a whisper, hinges well lubricated, like everything and everyone else in Valentino’s life. 

“Princesa!” The moth demon never failed to be imposing, even when putting on an air of welcome, as he was doing now. He stood with his arms- all four- outstretched and inviting and hunched slightly at the waist and up his back. It was an attempt to lower his otherwise dominating stature, even among the denizens of hell. “What brings you to my humble studio this hellish morning? I doubt you’re here about a role, but-”

“I’m not.” Charlie said firmly before faltering and adding a softer, “Thank you, though.” That she didn’t mean. 

“Then come, sit down.” Valentino was eager to see what business the wayward princess had with him. 

Charlie walked toward the couches near where Valentino stood. There was a moment of hesitation before she sat down, back straight and shoulders tense. It was better to not think about what was likely soaked into the fabric of the couch, let alone what would have happened on the couch to put those things there. 

“I wish to discuss Angel Dust’s contract.” Valentino laughed at her bold statement. The Morningstar family had a long history of keeping their fingers out of the business of the overlords, who functioned largely as their governors. “I’d like to buy him out.” 

“He isn’t for sale.” 

“Everyone has a price,” Charlie started, resisting the urge to rub her sweaty palms along her pants to dry them. “I may try to see the best in people, but I grew up here. I know everything can be bought and sold. What’s your price?” 

“You.” Valentino said after a moment, smile pulling wide to show off his golden tooth and causing his eyes to squint slightly.

“Think of something else,” Charlie said, failing to keep her voice as strong and steady as she wanted. “I’m not working for you. It should be a fair trade.” 

“Fine, fine!” One of his long purple hands waved the thought away. “You can’t fault a man for trying, can you?” Charlie was about to answer that she could when he continued speaking. “One night.” 

“I’m sorry?” Charlie leaned back, putting more space between her and the too large bug. 

“In exchange for the contract for your little friend, I get one night with you. No cameras and no one can know.” Valentino watched every move she made, pulling a long drag off the cigarette he held in one of his hands. “We must protect your darling little reputation, after all.” 

“I- I don’t know.” Charlie pulled a lip between her teeth, eyes focusing on her hands. She had a girlfriend at the hotel, someone she loved dearly. Her relationship with Vaggie was closed, monogamous and committed. She couldn’t-

“One night.” Valentino pressed, “No one knows. A deal just between you and me and after I’ve had my fun, the contract will transfer.” 

“I can’t,” Charlie whispered. 

“Angel would do it for you,” Valentino said, sitting back and narrowing his eyes. “And you call yourself his friend? No one would find out. We both tell no one. Easy.” 

“Okay.” Charlie closed her eyes, ignoring the sting of betrayal. “Okay. You have a deal. When?” 

“Tonight.” Valentino said. “Right here. Be back at nine.” 

“What is wrong with you?” Vaggie stepped out from behind one of the scraggly trees, hardly clinging to life along the road that lead from the hotel to the city. Just around the corner, a car was waiting to take her make good on the cursed deal she had made. 

“N-nothing.” Charlie stuttered, tripping over the word and her own feet as Vaggie leveled her with a look she couldn’t read. “I’m just… going out.” 

“You’re almost as bad of a lier as I am.” Vaggie’s shoulders slumped as she stepped up to her much taller girlfriend. “What’s wrong? Why are you sneaking out?” 

“I can’t tell you,” Charlie whispered, looking away. Shame was plastered on her face. 

“You can always tell me anything,” Vaggie said, reaching out to wiggle her fingers into Charlie’s palm, holding her hand softly. 

“I can’t though,” Charlie said. “He said I can’t.” 

“No one gets to tell you what you can tell me,” Vaggie whispered, eyebrows furrowed. “If you won’t’ tell me what’s going on, at least let me go with you.” 

“Vaggie,” Charlie sighed, finally meeting the eyes of the woman she loved. “It’s Valentino. I- I lied to you earlier. We made a deal that’ll get Angel free. I just have to take care of something first.” 

“Why did you say nothing came of it then?” Charlie’s heart broke as Vaggie’s grip on her hand went lax, hand falling away. “You lied to me. To everyone. Why?” 

“I- I wasn’t sure if I could follow through with it.” 

“What does he want?” Vaggie crossed her arms. To anyone else, it would have looked arrogant or cold, but Charlie knew the position well. It was one Vaggie took when she was hurting, trying to hold herself together and protect herself. 

“Me,” Charlie whispered, “for a night.” 

“You were not going to tell me?” Vaggie’s eyes grew glassy. 

“He said I couldn’t-” 

“You can always tell me everything,” Vaggie dropped her arms, hesitantly reaching out for Charlie again. “You do this and Angel is free?” 

“Yeah,” Charlie whispered. “I’m- I’m going to do it. I’m going to save him.” 

“Okay,” Vaggie whispered, taking Charlie’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. “Okay. If you’re sure you can do this, be safe.” 

“I will,” Charlie sniffled as the shorter woman reached up to wipe tears from her cheeks. Charlie leaned into the touch. 

“I love you,” Vaggie said simply. “I will always love you.” 

“I love you, too.” Charlie whispered, heart swelling at the soft smile on Vaggie’s face. “I should-” 

“Get going.” Vaggie finished for her. “I’ll wait up for you.” 

Charlie stood in the dim halls of Vee tower, in front of the same double doors she had entered before. Most of the lights in the tower were off or dimmed, reflecting the late hour and giving a warmth to the cold tiles of the tower. 

She didn’t want to go inside. She didn’t want to do this. The last thing she wanted was to feel Valentino’s hands on her, to experience what being with him was like. 

A familiar laugh carried down the hall, bouncing off tiles from around the corner. Angel Dust had to work tonight. 

That was why she was doing this. That was why she was here. For him. This was for him. Everything was for him. She would do whatever she had to in order to buy his freedom. 

The knob turned easily under her hand as Angel’s voice drew closer. There was no more time to back out or think about it. She had to move forward for him. 

The door whispered shut as Angel dust turned the corner in the hall and the clocks flipped from 8:59 to 9pm. 

“Welcome, Princesa.” Valentino’s voice came from close behind her, a greeting punctuated by the sound of a lock turning. “I’ve removed every camera in the room. Not even Voxy can watch us.” 

“How can I trust you?” Charlie turned, facing the tall purple man wearing a coat made of his wings. 

“A deal is a deal,” Valentino shrugged both sets of his shoulders, “The deal was no cameras and I’m holding up my end of the deal.” 

Charlie looked around, trying to remind herself to take deep breaths. The set was dark and just as Valentino had promised, there was no sign of the camera equipment. Tall mirrors lined two of the walls, warm accent lights bathing it in a soft light. The set lights sat dark, leaving the space dim. The large bed sat in a black wrought iron frame, sweeping curves of cold black metal extending up to form a headboard. 

At the foot of the bed sat a small loveseat upholstered royal purple velvet that looked so soft, even from a distance. If she didn’t look at where the warm bedroom set gave way to a cold studio, it could just have been a regular bedroom. It wasn’t, though. 

“Everything is clean,” Valentino said as he watched her examine the set. “The couch is new. Only the best for my royal guest.” 

“Okay.” Charlie squared her shoulders and took one last deep breath. It was time to get this over and done with. 

“Wait,” Valentino said as she unbuttoned her pants.

“What?” Charlie blinked up at him, hopeful that perhaps Valentino had a change of heart. 

“You’re just going to take your pants off?” Valentino asked, pouring two glasses of champagne with his upper set of hands. His lower hands were crossed above his hips. 

“I have to for us to…” 

Valentino sighed, a large and dramatic motion as he passed her the glass. “Yes, yes- that is required, but let us talk first. Come now, Chica.”

“What is there to talk about?” Charlie followed as Valentino walked deeper into the room, closer to the camera free set. 

“I’m not your typical flavor of partner,” Val started. “But when your partner isn’t to your tastes, I find some alcohol and drugs can make things more palatable. I have a selection, if you wish to partake.” 

“Oh! No, I couldn’t-” 

“It isn’t my intention for you to not enjoy our encounter,” Valentino said, walking his fingers up her arm. “Though it’s not something you’re seeking out.” 

“I- I’m sure it’s going to be fine. I’ll-” 

“If you change your mind…” Valentino brushed the blond locks from where they rested on Charlie’s shoulder. “Until then, shall we begin?”

“Yes,” Charlie nodded, attempting to step away from the man who slotted himself close behind her, only to have one of his lower arms snake around her waist, pulling her back flush against his front. 

“We’re going to do this right,” Valentino purred from above her. Charlie was used to being one of the tallest people in a room but pressed up to Valentino, the reality that he had at least a solid head on her confronted her. “I get just one night with you.” 

“One time,” Charlie said, voice shaking slightly as long purple fingers worked the buttons of her jacket free. Another hand ran over her shoulder, pushing the fabric back and down her arms. It was surreal, feeling so three hands on her at once. 

“One night,” Valentino said, tossing the empty champagne glass off to the side, not flinching when it shattered on the cold tiled floor. “so I’m going to be sure to get my fill at this rather royal feast…” 

He stepped back, having to put distance between them for him to have the space to lean down, curling his spine to allow him to kiss softly along the side of her neck. Greedy hands ran along her waist as more hands worked the buttons of her blouse open. 

His touch was soft. His kisses were tender and nothing like she had expected from the porn overlord. 

“Relax,” Valentino whispered in her ear, pointed tongue running along the shell of her ear, “I’ll make you feel good.” 

“I wasn’t planning on getting this undressed,” Charlie swallowed thickly, wanting to run from the hand that was running along her stomach, taking in the feel of naked skin. 

“That’s alright,” Valentino laughed, “I don’t mind if you didn’t dress up for the occasion. The present is just as fine, wrapped in silk or burlap.” 

“Oh,” Charlie wasn’t sure how to answer as he guided the shirt off her shoulders.

Unlike her jacket, it gathered around her forearms, held up by the tails tucked into her slacks. It acted as a makeshift restraint, limiting her range of motion as his hands took in the feel of her torso. 

“Walk forward now,” Valentino said, guiding her as a pink haze slowly seeped into the room, too light for the woman in his arms to notice. He had to tread carefully, just enough to make her pliable, to relax her, but not enough that she would notice the sticky sweet scent of his pheromones in the air. “We’ll get started,” 

“Okay,” fear was thick in her voice along with something else that she didn’t want to think about. 

One foot in front of the other, Charlie walked closer to the stage. It’s okay. She just had to keep telling herself it was alright. She wasn’t betraying Vaggie. She had to do this for Angel Dust. It had to happen, so it was okay to not fight against it. 

“Valentino?” Charlie whispered as she stepped onto the set.

“You can call me ‘Val’,” he whispered in her ear, “at least for tonight.” 

“There are no cameras, right Val?” 

Running a hand up her torso, he cupped her breast through the smooth fabric of her simple bra. No lace, no pretty designs. Just a simple white bra that was functional and comfortable. There was a beauty in such everyday choices. He would forever know the style of bra the Princess of Hell favored for her everyday wear- what a unique treat!

Her heart pounded under his fingers. She tensed in his arms for a moment before her back arched into the touch. 

“No cameras,” he promised, eyes glowing hot pink and smile wide, “I promise.” 

“Okay,” he tamed his smile as her shoulders relaxed against his chest, opening herself up to his touch ever so slightly. 

“Turn around for me,” he ordered, fingers of his lower hands guiding her hips through the spin. A pink blush was dark on her cheeks, threatening to obscure the circles that marked her cheeks so much like her father’s in the color’s depth. “You’re such a pretty woman.” 

“Thank you,” Charlie struggled with taking a compliment from the porn demon. 

“I won’t kiss you, don’t worry.” Val teased as he placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. “Out of respect for your girlfriend, of course, unless you want me to.” 

She nodded, not really able to form words as four hands ran over bare skin, each moving in different directions. His upper arms ran along her shoulders, down her upper back to unclasp her bra. The lower set of hands worked the button of her pants open and shimmied them down her hips along with the equally simple panties. The did not match the bra she wore, clearly a part of a different set, put on out of random selection or comfort and not with the desire to impress. 

Valentino’s coat fluttered back, wings unwrapping and shifting to their true cape like state. White fluffy hair extended up from the center of his chest, forming a fur collar that wrapped around his neck and extended midway down his upper back in a matching point. 

He stood in front of her, bare chested except for a golden chain that ran between the nipple rings fastened to each of his nipples, hanging in a slight golden arch. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his hip as his three other hands continued to caress over her waist, hips and back. 

“You can touch me,” Valentino’s laugh seemed to wrap around her as he guided her back deeper onto the set. His hand over hers guided it through sliding over the taut muscles of his abdomen. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” 

Charlie’s eyes ran over his form, trying to spark desire and attraction for him. It was difficult when every time she blinked, she saw Vaggie in her mind. This had to happen. She had to do it for Angel Dust. She had to do it. 

He wasn’t an unattractive man, all things considered. There were far worse forms Sinners could find themselves with upon landing in hell. It took effort to force herself to appreciate every ridge of his muscles, toned and refined, to be as pleasing to the eye as possible. 

His pants hang low on his hips, a large buckle reflecting off the dim lights. The bulge in his pants was intimidating, even to someone who had long grown desensitized to the vulgar sights and sounds of hell. 

“Where would you feel more comfortable?” Valentino asked, palm grazing over the swell of her breast. With her pants no longer supporting her shirt, it and her unclasped bra fell to the ground as he continued walking them closer to the set he promised was clean. “The bed? The couch? Perhaps the floor?” 

“Bed.” Charlie decided, looking over her shoulder at her options only to gasp as Valentino pinched her nipple softly, chest arching into the touch as shock and a spark of pleasure battled. “Why did you-” 

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” Valentino purred as he walked her toward the bed. “We have to start somewhere or we’ll never finish, right?” 

“Oh,” she hesitated, “right.” 

“Why don’t you lay back,” Valentino said as the backs of her knees bumped against the firm mattress, “and let me make you feel good?” 

“Let’s just get it done?” Charlie said, fingers working his belt buckle free. 

“I wish to savor the encounter, Princesa. There’s no reason to rush it.” As he spoke, he guided her to sit on the bed. 

He sank to his knees, though his height still made him have to slouch down. He parted her legs, though they were tense and required urging to open her core up to him. Oh, what a sight she made. Had any other lowly Sinner seen the Princess’ core or the soft blond curls that framed it?

“But I- Oh!” 

Charlie’s words were cut off the moment she felt Valentino’s long, thin tongue run up her slit. It was a strange feeling, much unlike the feeling of Vaggie when she would do similar. Valentino wasted no time working his tongue up and down her folds. 

One set of hands gripped her thighs, holding her open to him as she looked down at his bald head, feather like antenna swaying as his head moved more so than the shorter damaged one. His other hands gripped her lower back, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. 

The point of his tongue traced her clit, curling around the nub as she sucked in a breath. The air was sweet, she realized, likely from whatever the studio used to clean the fabrics. It was a nice smell; she thought as she let out a shaky breath. 

“Val,” she whispered as her back arched. 

He smiled, tasting her slick as her body gave into the stimulation. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he gave it a suck that was rewarded with another breathy gasp. She wasn’t giving into him easily, but she was giving in. It was just a matter of time before she was screaming his name. 

The nub was tense, engorged, as he ran his tongue over it one last time. The unique shape of his tongue, so long and pointed, made it easy to worm into her tight hole, now slick with arousal. She was tight, not virginally so, but tight enough that he was excited to split her open. 

He drank from her, tongue working in and out as she leaned back on her elbows. Glowing pink eyes looked up at her, enjoying the view of her small breasts shifting with every panting breath she took. Oh, she was enjoying this but doing everything she could to hide it. 

Fingers caressed her clit as his tongue searched inside her for the places that would pull the princess of hell’s muscles tight. Muscles jumped and her core twitched when he found the right place. 

Hands ran over Charlie’s body. A palm gripped her breast, fingers pinching her nipple between knuckles. It felt like his hands were everywhere, a benefit of having so many to one man. He held her thighs open, fingers wrapping easily around much of her thighs. She arched into him as his mouth returned to her clit, working over and around it with skill that came with decades of professional experience. 

A fingertip breached her opening, caressing her from the inside out in curling motions that had her gasping for air. He greedily explored her body as walls were ripped down, stripped away in the face of pure pleasure. 

It was alright to let go, a sickly sweet voice whispered in the back of her mind. It sounded like her, almost. Vaggie would want her to enjoy herself. She had to do this to save Angel. There was no reason to punish herself for it. It was alright. She could-

“I’m going to- to cum,” she whined, hips rocking against his mouth, “Val-”

Her body went stiff, each muscle pulled tight under his ministrations before everything jerked, muscles spasming. He could feel each convulsion of her body running through her thighs and up her torso. The grip of her core on his finger with each spasm had him painfully hard, straining against his pants. 

He took a hand from her, thankful to still have so many on her as he pushed her through her orgasm, to unfasten his pants. The sweet relief of the pressure had him sighing into her core as his finger slipped out. 

Charlie blinked the fog from her eyes as she watched Valentino rise above her, pants falling slowly down his hips. It surprised her that his pubic hair was more akin to the soft white fur that made up his collar. The thought was quickly washed away as his cock sprang up, no longer restrained by the pants as he worked them down his thighs. 

He was long and far thicker than any man had any business being. Worry coursed through her as she failed to take her eyes from him. The head of his cock was a deep dark purple, weeping already. The color faded down the veiny shaft toward the much lighter violet that was his general skin tone. 

“Holy shit,” Charlie whispered, slapping her hand over her mouth as soon as she realized the words had left her. 

“Thank you,” Valentino smiled widely, taking her shock as a compliment. 

“It’s not going to fit.” The bed creaked as she scooted back. 

Valentino had no issue making up the distance, easily covering her with his body. He caged her in with his upper arms and grabbed her waist, holding her in place. Weak legs gave little resistance as his knees pushed them apart. 

“Valentino, it’s too big.” Her voice was panicked as the wide head of his cock nestled against her entrance. “I can’t. There’s no way. It won’t fit.” 

“It will,” Valentino said, grinning down at her as he rubbed the head of his cock around her folds, collecting slick. “I’ll make it fit.” 

Charlie gasped, hands reaching for the arms Valentino was using to support his upper body. It burned as his cock breached her opening, stretching it far wider than it was used to. He hadn’t done her the kindness of really prepping her for the stretch, though she knew he was aware of his size from the grin on his face alone. 

Nails dug into his arms. By the very nature of what and who she was, she had little issues breaking his skin with her grip. That didn’t bother Valentino as he pushed deeper inside her. The hands gripping her waist prevented her from squirming away from him, though that didn’t stop her from trying. 

A rich whine escaped his throat as she twitched around him, muscles gripping and rippling over his cock as he pushed past all attempts to keep him out. Her back arched as he filled her, nipples catching on the chain that hung from his. Stilling for a moment, he admired the way it draped over the bud of her nipple.That moment didn’t last long. Before she had a chance to adjust to his considerable girth, Valentino was pushing in again.

“I can’t,” Charlie whimpered, hips squirming as she tried to fight away from the burning stretch. He spread her so wide around him that she could feel the drag of his cock, pushing by the numb of her clit. Never had she thought she could spread so widely. 

“You are,” Valentino praised, “You’re taking my cock so good. Like a dream.” 

“It burns,” she whined, tears gathering in her wide eyes. 

“It’ll feel good,” he promised, nearly choking at the way she gripped his cock. It was nearly painful in the best kind of way. 

He held her in place, inching in slowly until he bottomed out. She was gasping for air, thighs spread open wide as she instinctually tried to open herself for him. There was nothing she could have done to prevent the burning pain. 

There was no loving pause to let her get used to him. As soon as adjusted his knees, he was pulling back and slamming into her, setting a harsh pace that knocked the air from her lungs. She gripped his arms, instinct telling her to hold on to him, hold on to anything to ground herself. 

His hands planted on her narrow waist kept her body anchored to the bed as his thick cock pulled against the walls struggling to accommodate him. Breathy moans mixed with her begging pleas for mercy as each push of his cock inside her ran its length over the nub of her clit. 

“V- val-,” she panted his name, hips tilting as she chased the clitoral stimulation. The burning pain hadn’t been replaced with pleasure like books always promised it would. Instead, it mixed with the pleasure, tainting it and making it something different, something more. 

“You’re so close,” Val said, climbing off of her. Her hips chased him, not willing to give up the feeling of painful fullness or the stretch that came with it until her body had no choice. 

The void inside her had never felt greater. The denied orgasm had tears in her eyes as her hands fell onto her body, shamelessly caressing her skin as she sought any sort of sensation. 

Valentino held her thighs apart, taking a moment to enjoy the simple sight of her hole, spread so wide by him that his absence left it gaping. Creamy slick spread on her skin, leaking from her as she fluttered around nothing. That same slick was cooking on his cock, a delectable contrast to the burning heat he had found inside her. 

“Please,” Charlie whimpered, a single tear of frustration slipping down the side of her face. 

“Don’t worry, chica.” Val caressed her leg. “On your knees, and I’ll give you what you need. Then we’ll be all done and you can go home to Vaggie.” 

“Vaggie,” Charlie gasped, coming into herself a bit more at the name. She hadn’t expected to have been so carried away by the feeling of his cock inside her. “We’re almost done?” 

“Yes, we’ll be done,” Valentino cooed in her ear as he helped her onto her knees. 

He laughed as she positioned herself, facing away from the mirrors. That was alright, for now at least. Valentino climbed onto the bed behind her, hands caressing her back and waist. A hand reached around, palming her breast. 

“Yes,” Valentino promised, pulling some of the light fog from around the bed, giving her room to breathe. He wanted her head clear when he made her cum. 

She was nearly as tight as the first time as he sank into her again. This time he did not spare her any kindness, plunging into her with a quick thrust of his hips. He held her around the waist, fingers digging into skin as she cried out. 

Once he was sheathed within her, he adjusted their position on the bed. Lifting her by the hips, he gave her no choice as he walked her up the bed, toward where the headboard was backed to the mirrors. 

His eyes glowed a hot pink as his cock twitched inside her tight fluttering cunt. Even just the jostling of him inside her as he positioned them had her moaning softly. It wouldn’t take long at all to have her cuming, not with the way she spread tightly around him. 

He fucked into her harshly, thankful for the blessing of having so many hands. He reached around her, pressing against her lower abdomen. He could feel his cock inside her with each thrust forward. He folded over her, two hands gripping her breasts as his pace became punishing. 

Breasts bounced in his hands, nipples pulling against where his knuckles trapped them with each thrust. Sweet moans fell from her lips as her arms failed to support her. She gripped him like a vice. There had been a point when her body struggled to make room for him, it now struggled to let him pull away. 

Wet squelching filled the room as her slick ran down her thighs. It coated his thighs, long strings of it hanging from his heavy balls. They slapped against her cunt, making up for what little clitoral stimulation she had lost with the change of position. 

“You’re so close, I can feel it.” Valentino said as she clinched around him, gasps falling from her lips. 

“Vah, vah, vah-” tears ran down her face as he shifted his hands. His lower hand remained planted on her stomach, pushing into her. The hand that had been gripping her hip shifted up, replacing one of the upper hands on her breast. The newly freed upper hand wrapped around her hair, pulling her head up from where it had hung limp. 

“Val,” she cried out as he pulled her up, forcing her to look into the mirror. 

“Your girlfriend is so lucky,” Valentino said as he fucked into her, “to get to watch you cum as often as she wants.” 

“So close,” Charlie cried, as he pressed into her abdomen harder. The sweet pain of being split in half by his thick cock and the stinging pain of his fist in her hair had her crying out as her eyes screwed shut. “V-val!” 

“Open them,” He leaned forward, voice dripping into her ear. “Open your eyes and watch.” 

Charlie cried out, eyes opening wide as she locked eyes with her reflection in the mirror. Just as Valentino ordered, she watched as he fucked her. She watched as her breast bounced in his hand. She could see her stomach bulge forward under his hand with every thrust.

“I’m going to- Val! Val!” She didn’t know if she was begging for him to give her more, to go at her harder or to give her a break from the punishing pace.

“Right on the edge?” Val asked, and she nodded, throat tight as he twitched inside her, somehow finding room to do so in her stretched canal. 

“I want you to listen to me as you cum on my cock,” Valentino said, watching her reflection, “Can you do that for me?” 

“I- Ah, I- I, Ah, Ah!” Charlie struggled to get any words out, struggled to think around the feeling of his too large cock running through her. She was so close, so painfully close to cuming apart.

“You can do that for me, can’t you Princess?” Val cooed in her ear, “or I won’t let you come. We can do this all night. I can go all night and you don’t want that, do you?” 

“No,” Charlie’s eyes widened, not sure if she was trembling at the prospect of not getting to cum soon or going longer. “Please, Please Val, Val I want to- Val.” 

“You’ll listen then?” Valentino smiled wider, fucking into her faster somehow. “Because your lovely little girlfriend is waiting for you at home, isn’t see?” 

“Yes,” Charlie cried out as he pulled her hips higher, adjusting the angle to ensure her clit felt ever drag of his cock. “Yes. Yes. Yes! I’ll listen, Val, please. I’ll, I’m going to-” 

“Good girl, Val said, groaning as he felt her squeeze him tighter, cunt convulsing around him as he pushed her over the edge. 

He pulled her head higher, forcing her to make eye contact with him in the mirror as she cried out his name. He fucked her through the waves of her orgasm. Each drag of his cock through her convulsing walls pulled him closer to his finish. 

“I know,” He hissed in her ear, grunting as his cock twitched deep inside her. With a moan, his orgasm came over him, moving quicker as he spilled hot ropes of cum into her. 

“I know,” he repeated, pulling her hair as he fucked his cum inside her, “Ah! Fuck,” He moaned deeply before regaining the ability to think through the aftershocks of his orgasm. She twitched, overstimulation keeping her on the edge of another orgasm. 

“What?” She breathed, wanting nothing more than for him to stop and yet wanting nothing more than for him to keep moving. “Too much.” 

“I know,” Val fucked his cum into her even as it bubbled out around her hole. 

There simply wasn’t enough room inside her for his load and his cock as he continued to thrust. Thick globs of cum ran down her legs as he pulled her to stand on her knees. She could feel every flex of his muscles as he thrust into her. THe force of the trusts caused her breasts to bounce. 

“I felt it,” He said as tears ran down her cheeks. “When you told. You couldn’t help it, could you? It was your little girlfriend you told, wasn’t it?” 

“What?” Charlie gasped, fog of her orgasm beginning to clear. “What are you- Ah!” Her thought was interrupted as he reached around, slapping per pubic mound with a hand, fingers crashing against her overly sensitive clit. 

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?” Val sneered, letting his cock pull from her abused hole, smearing her slick and his cum against her back. “I felt it, the moment you voided the deal.”

“Voided?” Charlie jerked out of his arms, trembling legs struggling to hold her up. She crossed her arms over her chest, backing as far away from Val as she could. “What do you mean, ‘voided’?” 

Valentino stood from the bed, watching her as she curled her legs up, hiding as much of her body as she could from his eyes. It was pointless;, he had seen it all, felt it all.

“You told someone,” Valentino said, shrugging his shoulders. “The deal voided.” 

“You knew that and didn’t- You didn’t tell me?” Charlie wanted to scream, throw something, rage. She wanted to do anything but face the reality of what had happened. 

“You’ve got an hour to clean up.” Valentino wrapped his wings around his body in a coat, not bothering to put his pants on. “Angel Dust will need this studio in a few hours for a shoot. The crew will be in shortly to set up the cameras again, well- Most of them at least- so you may want to hurry,” 

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[flangore]

❥ scarlet plumes

feat.: Valentino/f!reader

warnings: nsfw content, noncon, physical + psychological abuse, unhealthy relationships, violence, drugging, rough sex, choking, punishments, manipulation, Valentino is his own warning

You were not the type to get into trouble.

Being confrontational, at least attempting to have things go your way through protests and complaints, had never seemed worth it; not when the one you were up against was Valentino, who always got what he wanted in the end, one way or another.

All too often, you had seen the way he punished disobedient whores; all too often, you had watched the way they were still limping days after, bruises blooming on skin if they had been lucky, bullet wounds trying to heal, oozing blood, if they had been less so.

There was no reason to willingly go through the struggle of disobeying when simply giving in, caving to Val's wishes and orders, was so much easier.

When Valentino told you to bend over, you did so readily, spreading your thighs apart in offering; when Valentino ordered you down onto your knees, you went obediently, lips dropping open, praying he wasn't in a bad mood, unpredictable as his sudden bursts of anger often made him.

You were not the type to get into trouble, and yet you currently found yourself on the floor, crumpled in front of Valentino's boots, cheek warm and stinging.

“Now, why don't you tell me what happened, baby?” His tone was a low coo, almost gentle enough to soothe your sobs. “You've never acted out like this before. What happened to my well-behaved girl, hm?”

In your defense, it really hadn't been your fault — you hadn't meant to do it.

Your night shift had been supposed to be a simple session for a well-known client, consisting of some lap dancing and a blow job; that was what he had paid for, at least. Your surprise when he had begun ripping your skimpy panties off you, forcing your legs apart, hands greedy, mouth drooling, high on some drug, was therefore understandable in your eyes; as was the way you, in your shock, had lashed out, claws scratching at his chest in order to push him off you. A split second later, the side of your face had ached with pain, his flat palm having met your cheek before he had stormed out of the room, screaming and spitting.

Valentino had been with you after barely any time at all.

“I didn't—”, you choked out, voice trembling, “I didn't mean to do it, sir, I swear, he just startled me, and, I mean, he didn't pay for more, he wanted to —, he wanted to—”

One hand of his cupped your cheek, golden claw gently tracing over your jaw. Even with him crouched down in front of you, he seemed ridiculously tall. “Hey—, relax, sweetheart.” At an exhale, red smoke coiled around you, assaulting your senses. Instinctively, your raised shoulders fell as tension bled from your muscles. “I get it. I understand.”

With how utterly merciless Valentino was known to be, it took a few moments for you to actually understand the meaning of his words. Even then, you barely dared to let go of the dreadful fear curled in your stomach. “You do?”

“Of course I do”, he said, eyes half-lidded behind heart-shaped glasses. His voice was soft enough to cause more tears, now of relief, to drip down your cheeks. “You know, I was really surprised when that patron came up to me, demanding to have you fired, if not killed for your disobedience. You're usually such an obedient girl — I was wondering what actually happened. Good job for being honest with me.”

Hope bloomed in your chest, your eyes widening. Streaks of mascara and eyeshadow, black and colourful, ran down your wet cheeks. “So you're not upset with me?”

“Upset with you? Of course not, amorcito. You were scared, that's alright. It happens, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your breath hitched in a stifled sob, lips, the gloss now smudged, curling up into a pitiful mockery of a smile. “Yeah. Thank you, Val.”

This could have gone much worse. Your hands were still shaking, anxiety thrumming underneath your skin, and yet Valentino didn't even seem particularly upset. Some higher being — whether that was Lucifer or God, you didn't really care — must have blessed you, somehow.

“Of course, baby.” The moment Valentino stood once more, he towered over you, his shadow swallowing you up. “Now, follow me, yeah?”

Your legs struggled to support your weight, knees feeling weak as you trailed behind him through corridors you didn't recognise. Your steps were unsure, the heels, ridiculously high, only adding to your troubles. You have half a mind to stop yourself from asking where you're going.

It's entirely unnecessary, either way.

You arrive but a moment later, the noise of a heavy door falling shut causing you to flinch; where Valentino was in front of you just a second ago, he was now behind you, a looming presence at your back.

It was a studio; not the fancy kind actual stars like Angel Dust filmed in, but a smaller one, the light bulb flickering, the sheets on the bed stained. Voxtech cameras were pointed at the mattress.

“Val—?”

“Bend over, baby.”

“You said you're not angry with me.” The words tumbled out of your mouth without your permission, a panicked high-pitched tone. “You said you're not—”

“And I'm not, as long as you hurry the fuck up and do what I tell you to.” His voice was sharp. Instinctively, you obeyed, bending over the edge of the bed, nausea churning in your stomach. “See, that guy you were a bitch to was a regular. Good money. I gotta show him you're sorry, sweetheart. You understand that, right?”

For a moment, you didn't get a word out, throat tight as tears spilled past your lashes. Eventually, you managed a shaky; “Yes, Valentino.”

“There we go. Knew you'd get why I have to do this.”

Large hands settled on your thighs, the touch making you flinch; his claws, all too sharp, teased at your skin, leaving faint scratch marks, before they prodded at your folds.

This, by now, should have been routine. It was; and yet, the idea of this being a punishment had you tensing, muscles locking up while Valentino thrust one claw into you, only to grunt, irritated.

“Ungrateful bitch”, he spat, one hand settling on your lower back, pinning you to the bed while another fumbled with his belt, metal clinking. “That's what I get for tryin' to be nice and preparing you — tightest cunt I've ever seen. Loosen the fuck up or deal with it.”

“I'm sorry.” Your voice shook, though the threat of violence, of pain, didn't help with relaxing in the slightest. Instead, you instinctively clenched around the digit, only to whimper when he yanked it back out.

“Sure doesn't seem like it.”

The fat head of his cock, pierced, the metal cold, pressed against you, then pushed inside; you were unable to stop yourself from letting out a pitiful noise, sounding more like a wounded animal than a practiced porn star.

Valentino didn't seem to mind it one bit.

Your vision blackened out for a moment when he bottomed out inside of you, the pain agonising. For a moment, you were certain he was tearing you from the inside out. His hips slapped against your plush ones, building up a steady rhythm; one set of his hands grabbed onto your hips, claws digging into your skin, using his grip for leverage to pull you back against him

“Some wetness would help us out here, y'know”, Valentino mumbled, complaining, bitching, like this was your fault. It probably was.

The only response you were able to come up with was a choked out sob, a dull ache steadily present in your abdomen, only interrupted by sharp stabbing pain whenever Valentino's tip hit an impossibly deep spot inside of you.

This couldn't have possibly gotten worse — or so you thought, tears dripping down your face, your claws ripping the sheets as you scrambled for purchase, only for it to get so much more agonising when, all of a sudden, his hand closed around your throat, squeezing.

You weren't able to breathe.

Instinctively, you clenched around him, thighs shaking. If he wasn't still holding you up, you would have collapsed.

“Fuck, you're so damn tight.” Valentino groaned, low and raspy. His tongue lapped at your neck, leaving trails of pink saliva to drip down your shoulders, your chest. “We could've had such a pleasant time together, baby, if only you hadn't been such a disobedient slut. Hate that you're making me do this.”

His pace was unforgiving, the metal of his belt buckle hitting your hip with every other thrust, surely leaving bruises. Not that it mattered — Valentino did provide you with full coverage makeup, after all.

Out of the corner of your eye, you focused on the red dots of the many cameras, blinking, recording. By now, numbness spread through you, a small blessing. You weren't certain just how long it went on; only that, eventually, Valentino came with a groan, filling you up, making you whimper.

When his grip on your throat loosened for a split second, allowing you to suck a burning breath into your lungs, it felt like Heaven.

“Use your words, baby. Talk to me.”

“Val, 'm sorry—”

“Yeah?”

“I'm sorry”, you repeated, the words barely audible through sobs, “I'm sorry, Val, I'm sorry—”

Suddenly, his hand, still on your throat, yanked your head up, his lips clashing against yours; the very moment you opened your mouth, pliant with submission, with exhaustion, smoke flooded it, you choking on it.

Your mind felt muddled, mouth dry even as saliva trickled out of your lips, jaw slack.

Faintly, you were able to feel his cum drip out of your cunt and down your thighs, sticky.

“Now”, Valentino said, voice a sultry purr, “Why don't you wait here, I'll send you your client and you apologise properly to him?”

Mind filled with scarlet plumes, you barely knew what you were agreeing to, nodding mindlessly. “Yes, Valentino.”

“That's what I like to hear. Good girl.”

When multiple pairs of footsteps echoed through the room, you, even in your hazy state, had the bad feeling that you were going to be having a long night.

i won't lie i didn't proofread this yet.. tomorrow... ALSO FIRST POST YIPPEEE

[sakuraryomen01]

I completely forgot to put a chapter song for this so let's go with

DNCE - Cake By The Ocean (Lyrics / Lyric Video)!!

Also, I was wondering how many ppl that got tagged this chapter really got tagged. I have a feeling many aren't getting to the chapters, so I'm going to post the taglist here:

CURRENT VALENTINO TAGLIST: @mageyboo, @mzladyd, @mysticwonderlandangel, @sukunaspersonalfleshlight, @kawaiipenguin20, @k-indie, @okkotsufav, @cafeinthemoon93, @pulchritxde, @bontenbunny, @deepinballs, @kleeboomed, @fallenfeversstuff, @fiierytearzx, @wo-ming-bai, @ririkaxbz, @instantgalaxysheep, @watyousayin, @z3r0art, @sukunaobsessed, @lik0, @sukunasfirstlove, @princesstiti14, @nemoyr, @ladywolf44005, @cat-mak20, @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn, @hxlalokidottir, @instantgalaxysheep, @domainofmarie, @the-moongoddess, @dark-n-dirty-duchess, @agentdedf1sh, @sukunastoy, @lyn-soso, @bao-yu-sarah-morningstar-wang-9

If anyone from this taglist isn't getting the chapters, I'd like to know so I can try and fix it! (Personally, I hope Tumblr isn't shadowbanning me from lack of posting, but I'm being positive about the situation.)

I'll be posting the full masterlist for the series as well so others can get to it faster! ☺

Valentino.. /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ .o5

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, getting ignored by childhood crush (*gasp*), meeting yuji for the first time after years, yuji holding no resentment, sukuna joking about yuji's old crush on you, getou texts you mid meeting with the brothers, getou's in a fight

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 3.344k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 (will be updated..)

a/n:: i really wanted to "go wild" in this chapter, but the only "wild" is Getou getting into a fight with someone(i don't wanna reveal who tho lol). and i think i'll keep this fanfic short and sweet, but idk.. really depends. anyways, enjoy this chapter and hope u have a lovely day ^^

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy~

. . .

After you had exchanged information with Sukuna, you were sent to your dorm. Giddy beyond belief as you continued walking home.

A small meal was made, your cartoons being watched once it was finished and you started to eat, no sign of Getou or your roomie left inside the dorm. You hadn't seen them since noon, so you only could assume that they were at some frat party enjoying the day and night away together.

Whatever they were doing, it wasn't your business.

After doing your daily routine of studying and having some dinner before getting a shower in and your teeth brushed, you fell asleep on the couch watching some old and corny Hulu movie. It wasn't until six that following morning you got up and decided to get ready for the day.

Passing by in the hallways, you always snuck a glance at Sukuna. Seeing as he was basically your ride to Hokkaido, you wanted to see what he was wearing; just a little though.

Even during Ec your eyes were mostly glued to Sukuna's head until he scribbled something down in his notebook and lifted it over his shoulder towards you. You had to squint to read it, but you pouted your lips and huffed, turning your attention back to Toji at the front of the classroom.

"Stop staring, stalker."

Sukuna eventually texted you later on, after classes and talking to Toji about your studying sessions schedule, that he said he was parked outside waiting for you.

"Ah, so you really showed up?" Sukuna teased, unlocking the truck's doors and letting you pop inside on the passenger's side. "Thought you'd ignore me, and go hang with a friend or something."

You laughed. "Oh I'm sorry, but my social life isn't as lively as you think it is. I have only a few choice friends, thank you."

"Ah, so like back then too?"

There was a little bickering about how your class with Toji went, and a few little comments about making up today's studying‒ though it's not like either of you loved to study anyways ‒before Sukuna tossed a small bag into your lap and turned the engine back on.

"What's this?" You asked, opening the bag and finding a pair of burgers and some fries.

"Lunch," Sukuna commented before nodding his head towards the bag as he started to pull out of the parking lot. "Hope you don't mind Burger King. I got lunch since I won't have enough for small treats and shit once we get there so eat up."

Sighing, you pulled out one of the burgers and noticed some fries sitting next to the burgers. "Are you a foodie, by chance?"

Hearing a grunt, you laughed and began to open the burger's package, digging in quickly as Sukuna stopped at a light and began digging through the bag too. "So, we're going a little early since Yuji-kun's schedule is flipped today."

"What do you mean?" You mumbled around a bite of fries mixed with burger and pickles. "Isn't it just a regular college?"

"Yeah, but he got in via scholarship," Sukuna said, starting to drive again and glancing at the rearview mirror. "He was scouted in senior year, right as I was starting my move, and he said that he was getting in since he's so good at basketball."

"Ah."

Yuji was always good at sports when we were little.. I guess he's trying to make it a career too..

"Though, he's also trying to figure other things out too," Sukuna interrupted your thoughts, finishing off his food and chowing down on his fries, sitting the small package in his lap.

"He's a bit of a himbo, but he's trying y'know?"

You giggled at the insult, slapping Sukuna's shoulder as he made his way past a few stores and a sign marking the Hokkaido prefecture was passed. While your eyes were focused outside, looking around for a college campus like your own, Sukuna was texting away at his phone which caught you off-guard.

"Alright, Yuji said he's going to be here around 3," He said shortly after putting his phone away and parking in a bookshop's parking area. "He's getting home from a game and wants to freshen up before we come see him. Oh, and he doesn't know that I brought you."

"What? Why?" You asked, unbuckling your belt and continuing to eat your greasy potato sticks.

"Though it'd be a nice surprise. He's always had a little thing for ya. You were like his big sister but he said you were cute as hell once."

"Ah‒ Sukuna!!" You whined, poking his side and hearing him chuckle under his breath. "Don't say that, that's a lie!"

After a few more moments of fighting and joking around, you looked up at the bookstore and pointed then asked about it. Wondering why of all places, he parked here.

"Oh, instinct," He answered, unbuckling himself and getting out of the car. "I'm gonna smoke, be right back."

Smoker too? Wow, he's changed a lot then..

Even when the both of you were children, Sukuna always hated the smell of a cigarette and the sounds of one being lit. You couldn't tell if it was an anxiety induced thing, or a habit of just being around smokers for most of his life. After a few moments, you decided to not talk about it, even now.

Soon though, Sukuna's phone buzzed in his pocket and he stood and read it for a moment before responding, finishing his cig and tossing it on the ground. Stepping on the lit end and patting the driver's door, poking his head inside and waving his phone around.

"Yuji said he wants to meet up at a ramen shop down the street."

. . .

Shortly after arriving, Sukuna's phone buzzed once again as he was talking to the waiter that was going to assign him seats. He paused and looked at it for a moment and looked around, soon spotting something towards the back and you traced your eyes to follow, seeing a similar ball of pink hair sitting in a booth by himself.

It was Yuji.

A kick of adrenaline and excitement shot through your body, smiling warmly at the young man. He looked so young but so excited to see things despite his demeanor showing a bored college boy.

"Oh, we're with someone," Sukuna said, pointing in the direction of Yuji and the waiter nodded.

"He said he was waiting to order until a friend of his showed up. I thought it was a girlfriend or something, not his sibling!"

"Haha, yeah he tends to not say much about who he's with."

Sukuna beckoned for you to follow, making his way past the bustling bar and such before waving a hand at Yuji to announce his presence. Yuji's eyes brightened almost immediately, standing and rushing over to his older brother, wrapping his arms around Sukuna's neck and hugging tightly.

"Ack! Oi!!"Sukuna coughed from Yuji's arms, his hands patting his back as an embarrassed and surprised look overtook his features. "S-Stop it, it's embarrassing!"

"I know, I'm sorry!" Yuji whined from his place in the hug, grunting as he let go but continued to hold onto Sukuna's arms. "It's been so long!"

"Y-Yeah, it's only been a month."

"That's still too long!"

You giggled at their antics, covering your mouth a little and catching both of the brothers' attention. They were so cute, you simply couldn't help it. And once Yuji took a moment to realize who you were, he sent a glance towards Sukuna before letting him go and pulling you into your own bone crushing hug.

"..H-Hey," Was all he could muster from his chest, his eyes closed tightly as his nose nuzzled into your hair.

Yuji felt conflicted; it had been so long, of course he missed you. And even if Sukuna held a little grudge against you for moving, Yuji couldn't blame you. Your family wanted a better life for you, and the place you were living at wasn't home to many good people. When all you were younger, Yuji was sometimes bullied even though he had plenty of friends.

Sukuna was there to help, and so were you, so when you had to leave, Yuji was okay with it. He knew that Sukuna was, seeing as he always had a special spot in his heart for you.

Even now, as Sukuna was older, Yuji knew that Sukuna's grudge wasn't going to get in the way of what he thinks of you.

"How are you doing?" Yuji's voice was small, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to escape. "I-It's been a while, huh?"

"Yeah," You mumbled, your arms weak even though you held Yuji just as tightly as he did. Though it was quiet, you let out a small hum and rubbed Yuji's back with a smile. "It's been way too long, Yuji-kun."

You heard a giggle, but then a grunt as Sukuna sat on the opposite side of the booth. Pulling his phone out for a quick moment before you and Yuji released each other and joined him in the opposite side of the booth. Chatting the afternoon away and listening to Yuji's little stories and his talents, finding out quite a lot about how the brothers managed to get into such good schools.

"Sukuna told you about my scholarship, right?" Yuji asked, chowing down on some ramen that he had ordered a little while ago. "Well, as it turns out, it actually ended up paying for a little more than just for my living space and my entrance fee. It paid for my books too, thought Sukuna teases me about shit."

"Not anymore," Sukuna defended himself, going on and on about how Yuji's not really a bum anymore and does such things like paying for rent and getting to work on-time.

After teasing both of them about how you kept a few of their gifts from your childhood, your phone buzzed on the table next to you as you received a text. You unlocked your phone, showing a picture of your late mother and your father before opening your contacts, seeing a text from Getou.

"Pick me up. Now."

Why now of all times? You texted him two hours in advance that you were going to be busy, even though you had no desire to learn where him or your roomie was. With a sigh, you responded with a very small question.

"Why?"

Within a few minutes, Getou responded again, though it was a little sloppy. It explained how he got into a fight with Gojo over some chick at a pub and he needed a ride since Gojo ditched him. You let out a little sigh, catching Sukuna's attention and looking up at you from his ramen bowl.

"What's up?" He asked, slurping some noodles into his mouth before chewing and swallowing. Yuji's own honey eyes were looking from you and Sukuna, making it obvious he was interested too.

"Getou's in trouble," You muttered, standing and sending another text back. "Can you give me a ride to the pub? My car's been impounded recently."

"Oh God, not you of all people," Yuji teased, finishing quickly and giving you a cheeky smile that made you giggle.

After a few seconds of saying goodbye, exchanging phone numbers and a few hugs, you and Sukuna left and even paid the bill Yuji had racked up the last few months. While Sukuna was left grumbling about the money he just had to pull out of his wallet, you and him got into the truck and began to drive off.

It was around 10 o'clock when you had gotten another text from Getou to hurry and the location of the pub, letting out another sigh as you told Sukuna the address.

"Isn't that a little out of the downtown area?" Sukuna questioned, turning on his blinker to head towards the street. Making the turn right as you nod your head and look up the name of the night-time bar, seeing if it had any reviews to find it wasn't exactly a popular place nowadays.

Once you were at the address, you began scanning the surrounding area and soon spotting Getou hunched over a trash can. You couldn't tell if he was vomiting into it, or using it as support, but none the less you could hear Sukuna huff.

After Sukuna parked near Getou's slumped over figure, you jumped out of his truck and quickly ran over. Checking for how busted up he was and ushering him to the vehicle where Sukuna was waiting.

"Are you okay?" You asked, hearing a chuckle from the roughed up male as he climbed into the car.

"I feel phenomenal, Y/n," Getou groaned, looking over towards an ignorant Sukuna and giving one of his dazzling smiles. Despite being in pain, or looking like shit, he still had the personality of a fuck boy.

"You must be Sukuna. Nice to meet you finally after hearing about you so much."

Sukuna started up the truck with a quizzical look on his face, glancing over towards you and seeing a flushed expression in return.

"What do you mean, so much?" He questioned, pulling out from the side of the road and heading back towards the campus of your school. It was a little over a 20 minute drive, but still.

"Oh, Y/n told me all about you," Getou confessed, despite your rising temperature and embarrassment which Getou knew was there. Just because he was your friend didn't mean he didn't go and spill shit about you to your long-time crush.

"She said that you've been avoiding her and she's having total fits about it. Whining about how mean you are and how hot you are at the same time."

"I have not," You mumbled, childishly. Of course you were, why else would you go to extreme lengths to talk to Sukuna?

"Thanks for picking me up though," Getou's eyes turned towards you and he smiled before resting his head on your shoulder.

Sukuna was silent most of the time Getou talked about your embarrassing moments alone at your dorm. There were a few smug comments about how he was a total sweetheart to you and that it was only natural for you to be so clingy, as a joke, but that was the jist of it. Even when Sukuna parked and helped you get Getou to his dorm, despite his whining about how much he wanted to stay at your place.

"Alright, sit down," You commanded, making Getou plop down onto his bed with a grimace laced on his face. "What's hurting?"

"Everything really," He responded, leaning against his elbows as if to sit up somewhat to look down at his chest then towards you. "Gojo really messed me up."

Your brows raised as you grabbed some medical supplies. "Gojo did this?"

Getou nodded, undoing his button up covered in dirt, tossing it aside and laying back down. You lifted up some bandages for the marks on his sides and plastered them to the wounds with a disinfectant. Getou was whining the whole time about how much it hurt while cleaning his bloody nose.

"Quit your bitching," You muttered, squishing his sore cheeks and huffing. "You two are so childish sometimes! Did you need to fight?"

After getting Getou into his bed and bandaged up, you turned and headed towards the exit only to find Sukuna follow you.

"Walking me home, huh?" You teased, making your way outside and smiling. Even though today wasn't a total victory, you did get closer to Sukuna.

It was probably the most special thing you've done recently, seeing as you didn't really spend time doing things like this with anyone. How you felt today was also almost a foreign feeling, a feeling of longing. To be closer and to be kinder to Sukuna; you wanted to be friends again, and you missed how he was when he was little.

Looking back at him over your shoulder, studying his features with an expressionless glance. He caught on quickly that you were looking at him and he pressed his brows together in an almost teasing way, smirking too.

"What? I get I'm hot but you don't need to rub it in."

Flinching at his words, you turned away and sighed with a pout on your face. "Shut up."

Sukuna laughed at this as you neared the girl's dormitory, the fence around it shining black and grey under the light of your phone's flash. With a sigh you turned to look up at Sukuna, his face dark from shadows being cast

from the moon. You gave a small smile and lifted your hand, pressing it against his chest and pushing lightly against it, immediately feeling the resistance from Sukuna’s pure strength over his body. 

“C’mon, get going!” You giggled, lowering your hand and putting it in your pocket along with your phone once you turned off the flash. “We gotta get up early for studying and to make up for today’s tutoring tomorrow.”

“About that,” Sukuna trailed off, scratching his jaw while his eyes looked skywards. 

He did this a lot when he was little and wanted to say something. Old habits die hard, I guess?

“I wanted to study this weekend to get it over with. It’ll also be good for the test Toji’s got Monday.”

“Oh.” Your small mumble of the word makes Sukuna’s eyes drag back down towards your face. His pupils dilated a little

as he took in your features, seeing the glow of your skin under the moon’s light. You looked cute when your mouth wasn’t open and barking orders at him. 

Kinda nice giving his experience with you the last few weeks.

Eventually you collected your thoughts and gave a nod, pulling a strip of paper out of your pocket and writing down a time. “Tomorrow I’m free from work, so call me when you want to.”

“Uh, alright.”

You gave another nod, but was taken aback by Sukuna leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours, speaking softly. “Cya tomorrow, loser.”

Although he sounded rude, and he was, Sukuna smiled a little and turned. Leaving you standing alone in the dark in front of your dorm house. For some odd reason, you felt a weird sense of déjà vu, and warmth in your cheeks. Sukuna was definitely playing with you at this point, why else would he be so warm after giving you the cold shoulder?

Whatever. You ran back to your room before you could spare another thought about it, though your face burning up the rest of the evening wasn’t much help. 

After doing your skincare routine, taking a shower, eating and brushing your teeth, you sat in your room studying for an hour. Constantly fighting with yourself over the moment you and Sukuna shared for a small second and whether or not you wanted to talk to him about it. 

Why did he do that? Was it some kind of sign?

Your head was torn into two thinking about it, and trying to focus on your notes wasn’t helping in the slightest. It had taken a while before you were able to push it to the back of your mind and get into bed, nuzzling into your pillow and letting out a big sigh that made your chest ache. 

So much effort only to end up like this..

“..I’m so embarrassed.” Finishing your thought aloud, your face warmed up once again as you began to fall asleep.

Thinking about how Yuji was in school, why Getou and Gojo fought at the bar and why they’ll be as thick as thieves again, and Sukuna. The head bump, the small tone he used and the want to study this weekend, the confusion you faced. You wanted to sleep peacefully that night but it didn’t come to you.

In fact, you’d be sleeping restlessly the next few days before Gojo asked you something wild and out of your comfort zone.

a/n: srry for the insane lack of posting these last two weeks. i've been with family and taking care of mental health. it was also my dad's birthday yesterday so i was really busy trying to make his birthday special lol. hope you enjoyed this chapter, and i hope to get back to posting soon ^^

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Caught In The Fluff - Angel Dust X Reader

Its time to write for the hot spider now. Enjoy Everyone!

It was a slow day in hotel today. Compared to the ongoing chaos that usually happens with either fights or Sir Pentious blowing up a portion of the building with his inventions, it was a normal chill day. Laying on the couch in the lobby, your eyes roamed around the room and gazed at the other residents, as staring at your cell phone was not aiding with your boredom. Charlie and Vaggie happened to be constructing more advertisements for the hotel, as the table was covered with glitter and colorful stickers, yep this was definitely all Charlie's idea, but watching her and Vaggie being couple goals was wholesome. Husk was shuffling a bunch of cards in his hands, wearing a smile for once while Niffty was watching him in awe, eye sparkling with amazement. Alastor resided in the chair next to yours, humming a catchy tune as his focus was drawn to the newspaper in his hands. Sir Pentious was in the corner of his room, assembling a puzzle as his Egg Bois were watching and helping him look for the proper pieces. After scanning the room a bit more, there was a lack of a porn-star demon in the room. Odd? Usually Angel would be flamboyantly chatting away, which caused many eyes to roll at his antics, well, mostly Vaggie and Husk. Slowly rising from the couch, you waved your hand in front of the two females in front of you, hoping to draw their attention. "Yes, Y/N? Is something wrong?" Charlie said, looking up at you with a bright smile, while her hair was covered in pink glitter and some traces of crayons on her red-dotted cheeks. "Sorry for bothering you while working on your project, but have you seen Angel since this morning?" Worried eyes stared at Charlies as you saw her smile fall and she shook her head no. Vaggie, on the other hand, was quick to answer your question, clear frustration on her face. "That estúpido is probably still sleeping the day away in his room! UGH! You think he get off his lazy a** and help around a bit!" Vaggie blared out, drawing the attention of the others in the lobby before continuing with their activities.

A cough was heard next to you, as Alastor had folded the newspaper on his lap, before looking at the three of us. "Now my dear Vaggie! While I don't approve of many of Angel's antics! He does work for another employer! So while he may not be pitching in with this ridiculous redemption process! He certainly has his hands full with other business!" Wow, you weren't expecting Alastor to defend Angel a bit. Maybe he does care about the others a bit, despite his enormous ego. Vaggie's eyes glared with rage at Alastor, probably for jumping into the conversation when nobody asked for his opinion, but she relaxed once she felt a soft hand touch her shoulder. Thinking more about it, you remembered that Angel had to work for the gross moth guy, Valentino. That man was so creepy and his actions towards Angel made you sick to your stomach. Honestly if you were as strong as Alastor, that man's head would be mounted on the wall. But, Angel has been in his room since 8 AM. He didn't even have breakfast. "I'll go bring him some food and check on him" You announced, as you got up from the couch and started to head to the kitchen. The sounds of tap shoes appeared from behind you, as you turned and realized Alastor was following behind you! "AH! I will help you my dear!" His smile was outstretched across his face, while he walked with a slight jump in his step and hands folded behind his back. Smiling back at Al, you both headed to the kitchen to make something for Angel.

Angel was Italian from what you recalled during one of your conversations as he was ranting about a client and calling them multiple Italian curse words. Deciding on an Italian dish for him, both you and Alastor agreed to make some Penne Alla Vodka. Alastor was helping with the vodka sauce, adding in the tomato paste and crushed pepper flakes while you were cooking the pasta to al dente. Gazing at the pasta cooking, your thoughts wondered back to what Al said in the lobby. "Um, Alastor?" You asked, while your hands kept stirring the pasta in the pot. Alastor was humming a tune, before he stopped and gazed at you, listening to what you had to say. "Thanks for what you said back there about Angel." Softly gazing at him, Al continued to stare at you, his signature smile dropping down to a soft one. "He is a valuable patron of this establishment! While I don't really care much about him and the others, I prefer him more when he is in a jovial mood then a depressed one!" Alastor answered with an aloff attitude, yet you could see in his red eyes that he somewhat cared about Angel, despite his strong dislike of him always attempting to get touchy with him. Focusing more on Al and leaving the pasta for a minute to continue boiling, your feet carried you over to where Alastor stood. "I assume you say you don't care because of your reputation, yet here you are cooking a meal for Angel Dust with me. Seems like your actions contradict your words Alastor." Silence filled the kitchen as both you and Alastor were having a stare-off, wondering which one would speak first. Crimson eyes gazed into yours, as they glanced down back to the cooking sauce.

Maybe you overstepped it a bit. Stepping back from your position, you eyed the pasta pot that you left unattended. A warm hand had caught your wrist before you could leave, and you turned to see Alastor gazing at you, smile still prominent yet his eyes were stern. "Angel my dear, is under contract with one of the three V's, Valentino! I don't know or care about how he conducts his business! However! His actions towards Angel are something I do not particularly enjoy! While watching the scum of hell suffer through torment and despair is quite enjoyable. Seeing Angel suffering from that p̸̨͎̏͜i̶̛̼͉̚g̵̢̒̓ ̴͓͓̂͊̐m̵̟̔̑̌ỏ̶͎̻͇͝ṭ̵͆̂̈́ḥ̸̱͌ ̷͍̫̰̉ȯ̵̲̙͍͒ü̷̧̗ͅț̸̜̟̆͂r̶̯͌a̴̜͆̽g̵̩̓̍̾ē̴͎̪̚s̴͍͍͇̒ ̷̬̣͊̃̋ḿ̸̦̞̥e̷͕̋!” Radio dials flickered on Alastors face for a split second, then turning back to normal . Observing all of this through your eyes, you apologized to Al if you spoke out of turn, but your apology was cut off when the hand on your wrist made its way to your cheek. Alastor said there was no need for apologies, and gestured back to cooking the meal, as burnt pasta wouldn't be very appetizing for Angel. The both of you stood back at your pasta creation, feeling proud that it looked incredible. With a snap of his fingers, the plate was then transported on a tray and topped with a metal cover. Alastor picked up the tray and handed it to you. "Run along now my dear!" Two hands were placed on your back, as they pushed you out of the kitchen, and leaving you alone with the tray in your hands.

Heading over to Angel's room, you knocked on the door and called out his name. No response was given back, so you tried to open the door. Surprisingly the door was unlocked and you made your way inside. Angel's room was shrouded in a neon pink glow. Numerous posters covered the walls, and various clothes and wigs were scattered all over the room. His room smelled like sweet cotton candy along with smoke that was coming from the ash tray. In the corner of the room was Fat Nuggets, Angels pet pig. It was sleeping on its back, while covered in a soft pink blanket. Next to the small bed was the large queen sized bed that a certain spider was laying on. The blanket was half off the bed, leaving some part of Angels legs uncovered while his back was facing you. Placing the tray near the nightstand, you slowly approached Angel and placed your hand on his shoulder. Calling out his name and giving him a little shake had no effect on him as he continued to sleep. "Angel? Come on. Wake up. Me and Al made you some food." Angel still remained asleep. "Angel. The food will get co-" Your words were interrupted as four pairs of arms grabbed you and pulled you closer. Your face landed in something fluffy, as you realized that Angel had pulled you into his fluffy chest, and his legs began to wrap around you, locking you in place. "Mmph! Angel!" Calling out his name, you tried to remove yourself from the fluffiness, but Angels arms were holding you in place. "Oh~! Do it harder!" Angel was sleep talking, as he squeezed you tighter like a plushie. Great! He's hugging you while having a dirty dream. Wiggling a bit more, you realized that Angel wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh lord! Please tell me hes wearing pants at least. Luckily you looked down and saw that he was thankfully wearing underwear. You couldn't imagine the awkward situation if he was fully naked and hugging you like this.

Trying to move one of your hands, you resorted to poking Angel's belly, seeing if that would be able to wake him up. Angel soon let out a groan and began to slowly wake up. "Ughhhh. Huh?" Angel was slowly beginning to realize he was holding someone. Looking down, he saw you wrapped in his arms, face full of his chest fluff. "Heh~ Heya toots~. Were ya that desperate for my services~?" Angel wiggled his eyebrows at you, as he continued to smirk at you. Moving your head a bit from the fluff, you shook your head no. "I came to see if you were okay? You have been sleeping since the morning and missed breakfast. The others and me were worried. Alastor and I also made you some pasta to eat." Angel's smirk quickly disappeared and he looked at you in shock, before gazing at the clock on the wall, which read 2:34 PM. Damn he slept for that long? Figures after all the services he had to perform at Valentino's club. His body was tired out and his mental state deteriorated a lot yesterday. He was honestly surprised that the others actually gave a f*** about him, and wanted to see how he was doing. He ain't use to all that mushy s***. Still it warmed his heart a bit. Heaving a sigh, Angel slowly released you, allowing you to moved and stand back up next to the bed. The blanket was still covering his lower body as he began to sit up on the bed. "Had a busy day last night toots. Lot of pole dancing and what not." Angel moved his hair fluff with his hands, attempting to soothe the hairs that were out of place. He was still smiling, but the sadness in his eyes was visible. He was exhausted beyond belief and you knew who was to blame for that. Moving your hand towards him, you placed it on his cheek, startling him a bit as he stared at you confused. "Are you really okay?" Your voiced was laced with concern, as you continued to stare at Angel, waiting for him to respond. "Pfft! I'm fine toots! Doing all that dirty stuff is no problem for me given my amazing stamina~. Hell! I could last a whole day and wouldn't break a sweat! HAHAHAHA!" He was putting on an act. You could tell based on how he was smiling that he was forcing it. "Angel. Don't lie to me." Your voice raised a bit higher, letting Angel know you were being serious. Angel caught on to that and removed your hand from his cheek. "What the f*** is your problem, toots? I told ya I'm fine so deal with it." His face turned away from you, as he waved his hands at you, telling you to piss off. That was the last straw.

Grabbing both of his cheeks, you pulled his face to look back at yours, as his eyes were filled with shock. "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT FINE! STOP LYING TO ME AND TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH! Anger filled your eyes as you continued to stare into Angels own. His multicolored irises continued to gaze at you, as his mouth was left agape. Slowly, those eyes staring back at you began to fill with tears. Seeing his tears, you pulled Angel closer to you, and placed his head on your chest, hugging him close to you. His body moved off the bed, to where he was standing on his knees, and his arms wrapped around you tightly, almost as if you would disappear in front of him. He was bawling his eyes out on your chest. You hugged him closer and moved one of your hands to his hair, patting his white floof. The both of you stayed like that for a full 5 minutes before Angel's loud bawls slowly began to turn into soft sobs. Moving from his position, Angel moved his head a bit so he could look you in the eyes. "S-orry toots. I think I got your shirt wet." Chuckling, you patted his head and told him it was alright. Lifting him up from his position, you carried him back to sit on the bed. Grabbing the plate from under the tray, you walked back and sat on the bed and handed Angel the plate. "Its penne al vodka. I remembered that you liked Italian food so me and Al whipped this up for you. Wiping the tears on his face, Angel grabbed the plate and stared at it, before looking back at you with a soft smile. "Heh, if Smiles and you made this together, its going to taste incredible." You continued to watch Angel as he slowly began to eat the pasta, mumbling how good it was with his mouth full. Once he finished, you grabbed the plate and placed it back on the night stand, and returned back to Angel. Grabbing a napkin as well, you cleaned his mouth to help remove the extra sauce that remained there. Angel's face actually turned a shade of red at your actions. Damn, how sweet can you be?

"You feeling a bit better? Want to head down to the lobby?" You asked Angel, as you stood in front of him, smiling kindly at him. His eyes turned to the ceiling in thought, contemplating it. "Hmmm~ Nah~!" Angels arms surrounded you again, as he pulled you back towards him. His back hit the bed while his head was cushioned by the soft pillows while you were placed on top of him, right back into his chest fluff. "What?! Angel?!" Mumbling into this chest floof, you tried to push yourself off, but his arms had you trapped again, and he tangled his legs with yours. His eyes were gazing at with mischievously, and his sharp-tooth smile was in front of your eyes. "Come on, toots. Ya never had a lazy day before? Ain't against the law to sleep all day." Angel squeezed you closer, pushing your face more into his chest fluff. My lord, he was so soft! Not only was he soft, but he smelled amazing. You were going to get addicted to this. Seeing you stop resisting, Angel continued to smile down at you, as he moved one of his arms to pat your head. "Ya should consider yourself lucky! Not everyone gets to experience my chest fluff service~. Ya should enjoy it while it last toots~." Winking down at you, Angel continued to smiled down at you, as you felt your face heat up while laying on his chest. You continued to stare at him, and saw that he actually looked a lot better, as his eyes were a bit brighter and the smile on his face seemed more genuine. Your eyes were slowly beginning to close as the sensation of Angel patting your head and his cozy fluff was making you sleepy. Pretty soon, your eyes drew to a close and you fell into a deep slumber. Angel watched as you had fallen asleep, before bending his head down, to give you a peck on the forehead, before placing his head back on the pillow. "Thanks, y/n." He whispered to himself, as he squeezed you a bit more, and went back to sleep.

Peeping through the crack in the door, Charlie and the others had seen the whole thing. Charlie was hopping up and down, like a rabbit as her eyes were beaming with heart eyes. "Ohh! They are so cute!" Vaggie was shaking Charlie to try to get her to calm down, and also to lower her voice, so she wouldn't wake the both of you up. Husk was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, appearing not to care, but he did smile a bit at both you and Angel on the bed. Niffty was zipping back in forth in glee, matching Charlies energy. Sir Pentious was gazing at the both of you with a soft smile, while his Egg Bois were crying, finding the moment in front of them super sweet and adorable. Alastor was standing with his microphone in hand, smiling as always as he observed both you and Angel. Snapping his fingers, his powers had slowly closed Angels door and locked it. Looking back at the others, he placed his one finger against his mouth, letting out a quiet shush as he gestured for everyone to go back to the lobby and let the both of you rest.

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*watching Hazbin Hotel and sees this deer man kicking his feet* I must have this in a fic!

Lovesick Alastor

Alastor X Reader

Warning ⚠

⚠ The tale of the Radio Demon falling in love. Blood, possessive, obsessive, yandere coded Alastor ⚠

Alastor had felt indifferent to romance for years.

What a silly thing! It was too stupid, dangerous, something that can turn you into a fool and get you killed.

Yes, he stayed cleared of it in life and in Hell.

That is until he got to know you.

You.

A lovely demon that is passionate in everything they do. A strong, powerful, and loving person who can be a bit of a klutz at times.

The first time he met you, you were dancing and singing to a song playing on the phonograph, the vinyl having a very energizing tune.

Rosie had sent him to you to try and start up a deal. You were starting up a shop nearby the colony and needed help getting your footing into the door. Your store was lacking in attention.

The perfect person to get a soul from.

Something held him back though. He just had to get to know the demon that tripped over their feet when spotting him.

"Falling for me already?", he joked.

But it was him who fell first.

You shined so brightly, how could he not?

Instead of having your soul the Radio Demon set out to have your heart.

Rosie was surprised that her friend did not make a deal and questioned him, curious with the change.

"Alastor, you never turn down a deal! Especially when this one is so easy.", she put down her tea cup, setting it down on the saucer.

"It's nothing to be concerned about, really. I just found something better.", he grinned and ate an appetizer.

"Hmm, alright. If you say so.", she let it drop for now.

Alastor paid a visit to your shop everyday.

He helped you renovate, pick out the best products for you to sell, and even had the pleasure to celebrate the first official opening.

Your shop was that of knick-knacks, it had things for customization. Mostly for anniversaries, birthdays, and celebration sorts. Doing things like engraving, embroidery, and carving.

One day you gave him a gift of his own.

"I wanted to thank you for all the help you've given me over the past few months.", you smiled and gently placed a small round box in his hand. "I hope you like it."

"Oh! And what is this?", he said and opened it, hearing music and a small smoke figures rising from the box to dance.

He noticed that the figure looked a lot like him and you, which got his dead heart to skip.

"This is wonderful."

Alastor looked up from the box and saw you beaming with joy.

"I'm so glad you like it!"

"No darling, I love it.", he corrected and took your hand. "If my guess is right, might I have the pleasure of courting you?"

"Only if you are true.", you squeezed his hand.

"Nothing but for you.", he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

After that he quickly went to Rosie and almost kicked the door down.

"I have news!"

"Don't you kick my door!", his friend walked over to greet him.

The Radio Demon's smile was wide and he had an extra bounce in his step.

"I have news."

"You've said that already.", Rosie guided him over to her office.

After settling in, she sat down and patted the seat next to her. "Now, tell me what's got you so theatrical. Not that you aren't but this is more than usual."

"I can't sit now! I have to prepare!", the red dressed demon exclaimed. "I've begun courting someone and they've already given me a gift. I must return that tenfold! No! A hundred times more! A thousand! Millions!"

Rosie gasped and stood in shock.

"You? In love? I never thought I'd see the day!"

Alastor quickly turned towards the door. "I need to get them flowers!"

The woman quickly put a stop to his rambling.

"Now hold on old boy.", she sat him down. "Have you given thought to what they like the most? Surely you must have more ideas than just the old rose bouquet."

"Of course!", he laughed and pulled out a list from his chest pocket.

Once getting the all clear from his friend, and more ideas for gifts and actions, he took off to get something that would make you happy.

Alastor did everything and more.

Spoiling you with anything you could ever desire. Of course, this also caught the attention of his rival.

"When the fuck did this happen!?", Vox stared at the distorted screen.

It was a picture of the Radio Demon and a lovely looking thing on his arm.

"Don't know but its what Velvette found while scrolling.", Valentino said while cleaning his gun. "They don't look that entertaining."

The next day you found the underling of T.V. Overlord in your shop.

"Hello? Is there something you'd like to place an order on?", you asked walking over.

"Hello! My boss sent me here.", they handed a clipboard to you. "Please sign here for the package."

"Package? I didn't buy anything.", you said confused.

"Something was sent to you from my boss. This is just for confirmation that you received it.", they pushed it closer to you.

"Why?", you looked over the paper, not even taking the clipboard from the demon.

"Please just sign it.", they sighed.

"Dear? What's taking so long?", Alastor walked out of the back room, static growing louder once seeing the demon with the Vox-tech logo on his jacket. "Why are you here?"

"I'm j-just doing my job, sir.", the demon froze.

"Alastor.", you said, quickly getting the deer demon's attention. "I'll handle this. Don't you worry.", you smiled.

"Very well.", he quickly agreed and backed off, glaring at the demon. "Don't let this take long.", he threatened them.

You turned to the demon and smiled.

"I reject it, whatever it is."

Of course Vox wasn't happy with that.

Alastor was pissed.

How dare that piece of technologic crap try and get your attention. You were his, he had your affection first and it would also be your last. You would be with him forever and no one will take you.

So, to make sure this didn't happen again, the smiling demon sent back the Vox-tech worker back in a bloody box.

"Darling~", he hugged you from behind.

Both of you were in the back of your shop again, you were going over your stock.

"Come with me to this hotel I saw on the news. It looks quite entertaining!"

"I'd love to Alastor but you know I have to do my work.", you caressed the side of his face. "I'll let you know when I can visit as soon as I'm done with the set of rings."

"Rings?", he asked.

"Yes, there was this couple celebrating an anniversary and wanted their wedding rings engraved.", you smiled.

"Still together even after death? How romantic.", the deer commented. "I suppose I can wait for a bit longer. Though I do wish you could just drop everything."

"You know I can't.", you laughed and kissed his cheek.

Satisfied for now, the Radio Demon left for the hotel. Of course not everything was a smooth sailing but he managed to get everything settled for you to join him.

And when you did he was ecstatic.

"Darling! I see you finished those rings!", he twirled you in a hug.

"I missed you too love.", you hugged back.

The hazbin crew was shocked seeing him so affectionate with you.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Oh how rude of me!", Alastor set you down but still held you close. "This is my significant other!"

"The fuck! Is this why you kept saying no to my offers!?", Angel crossed his arms.

"They are not the only reason! You are disgusting!", the deer demon grinned.

"What offers?", you questioned.

"This fellow kept offering to warm my bed dear."

"Oh?"

The room got darker and the walls started to distort.

"Hold on!", a blonde jumped in. "There is no killing guests in the hotel!"

"Charlie! Get away from them!", a white haired woman ran over with a spear.

You rolled your eyes and stopped.

"Sorry.", you smiled. "Didn't mean to scare you, I wouldn't dream of ruining your carpets!"

The two calmed down.

Alastor laughed and pulled you away from the group. "Don't you worry my darling, I made sure to threaten the spider properly. Let me show you around! I have a room set up to your liking."

"What? When did you-?"

"Let's go!", he teleported you with him using his shadows.

Everyone stood confused in the lobby.

"When the fuck did he start dating? How crazy is that demon to accept?"

Meanwhile you and Alastor were in your own little world. He showed you your hotel room and conjured up a door to connect your rooms together.

"If its too much I can get rid of the door.", he said and turned to look back at you. "What do you think?"

"Its very sweet of you.", you yanked him down by his bowtie. "Why didn't you tell me about the first time that spider made a comment like that?", you said in a commanding tone.

Your deer chuckled and kissed you.

"Because I knew that you would get jealous and I love to see you get like this.", he pulled you by the waist and into a dip. "We both know that I'd never accept something like that. Especially if its not you."

"I won't go there.", you moved your hands to hold his face. "I know you don't like things like that."

"I appreciate it my love.", he pulled you back up. "Now, what else would you like to do?"

"They said no killing, right?", you asked.

"Yes, no sinning here in the hotel my dearest.", he went to lie down on your bed.

"I can give him a good scare though.", you smiled and laughed darkly, plotting out a scheme.

Alastor sighed dreamily, kicking his feet back and forth as he watched you set up a plan.

Yes, he had fallen but he doesn't regret it.

Not one bit.

From: Lovesick Alastor Headcanon

~Seline, the person.

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"Can’t believe you kept that all to yourself, Vox" 📺 👅

Art I did for a chapter of my Hazbin fanfic "An exact anatomy of the (ir)redeemable mind"

[bloody-peach]

The Sun Always Shines on TV (Hazbin Hotel: Vox x Reader)

SURPRISE! I'm not dead! So my buddy @omniuravity got me into Hazbin and especially my new husband Vox, and after a few headcanon chats, I just HAD to write something. So I did. Is it canon to Vox's behavior? I dunno, I haven't seen the full season, but I've seen clips, and I think I at least got a vague idea. So, sorry if not, but oh well. Still fun! This was kind of done in a rush of hyperfixation, so sorry if it's a bit rough. Anyways, enjoy!

Taglist: @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk @omniuravity and anyone else who loves Hazbin and Vox!

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It was midnight when the hourglass finally ran out. The counter read '000', showing that time was up. You knew what today was.

Extermination Day was here again.

The day where angels would come down to hell and massacre hundreds of sinners as a form of population control. You could hear the screams of terror outside as crowds of sinners would scurry and try to escape their fates. You could've easily been in that crowd, getting impaled through the gut by an angel's spear.

Vox pulls you close to him, his arm around you as he watched the carnage from the couch on the large TV. He knew that it was hard for you to watch sinners get butchered alive, so he would let you hide your face in his chest when things got gory. When he heard you whimper, he looks at you, a concerned look on his face, saying, "You ok, Y/N?" You look at him and nod, "Yeah..it's just...it could be me out there...what if I'm next?" Vox brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear and said, "You won't be. As long as I'm here, you're safe. I won't let them hurt you." You hug him, snuggling in his chest for comfort, glad that he was there.

In truth, Vox was just as scared as you were. You could easily be in the crosshair of an angel if you were out on the streets. He would low-key panic if you weren't there with him each Extermination Day. He couldn't stand the idea of losing you, not to anything or anyone.

He still remembers seeing you watch his show from an electronics storefront. He noticed how you were drawn to the show, but somehow, his hypnosis didn't have an effect on you. But he was amazed that even without it, you still tuned in and watched with excitement. That day, he felt there was something special about you, so he kept a close eye on you, watching you through various tv screens when you weren't looking. Then one day, he met you through a chance encounter.

You worked at Valentino's studio as the camera operator and Vox happened to show up one day. You caught a glimpse of Vox talking with Valentino and you couldn't stop staring at him. You felt a ball of anxiety in your gut build as you watched him, admiring his good looks, charismatic attitude, and mesmerizing voice. You couldn't help but swoon to yourself.

"Y/N! Are you listening?!" Valentino's voice broke your daze and you quickly ran to him, so not to enrage him. "I-I'm sorry sir! I-I just sent the footage to the editor and they'll get it done right away!" Vox saw as Val smiled at you and he felt a bit of rage. He didn't like how Val looked at you with his sleazy gaze, undressing you with his eyes. He's the only one who should be allowed to do that.

Once you started to walk away, Vox trips you and you start to fall, but he catches you before you could hit the ground. You look at him and could feel your face blush and your heart flutter. You stood up and bowed your head, "I'm sorry sir!" "Hey, no need to apologize. And no need to call me 'sir', either. Just call me Vox. Now, who may you be?" "I..I'm Y/N..." "Y/N...what a nice name. So you work for Val?" You nod, saying, "Yeah, I work the camera." Vox walks closer to you, saying, "Oh, sweetheart, your cute face doesn't deserve to be hidden behind a camera. It deserves to be displayed on TV." You blushed pure red and Vox knew he had you in his grasp.

Vox buys you off of Val and he lets you live with him at his mansion. While you were amazed by the opulence an overlord possessed, all that mattered to you was that you were with Vox. As things went on, Vox noticed how caring you were towards him, comforting him when he was stressed out over Alastor or helping him fix his screen or repair his wires when he gets hurt. He would always turn to you for comfort before anyone else. He always enjoyed being around you, loving the way you laughed, smiled, made jokes, everything. Eventually, he realized that he was in love with you.

When Extermination Day came, you were just leaving the porn studio from a long night of doing re-shoots. The bell rang and you felt your heart sink. You tried to look where to hide, pushing your way through the screaming crowd. You pass by the electronics shop when you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N! Over here!" You turned and saw Vox's face on a screen. "Vox! It's time! Extermination Day! Oh my god, what do I do?!" "Listen to me, you're not too far from where I am. Find a place to hide and stay there, I'll come get you. Ok?" You nod, tears in your eyes. He sees your fear and says in a comforting voice before signing off, "It'll be okay, Y/N. I won't let them hurt you."

With that, you look and find a dumpster. You immediately hop inside and hide, keeping quiet. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as you laid there, your anxiety and fear through the roof. You kept hoping that Vox would get there soon. You then feel a wire coil around your waist and pull you out of the dumpster and hold you. You look and see it was Vox, carrying you and rushing back to his house, dodging any angel nearby.

Once you got inside, Vox grabbed you and held you, causing your emotions to crash over you as the adrenaline ran out. You hugged him tightly and cried into his chest. "Shh, shh, it's okay now, Y/N. I'm here. You're safe. You're..safe..."

You could hear tears choked up in his voice and he hugged you tightly as you both dropped to your knees. He tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't.

He could've lost you. When he heard the bells ring, he was so scared. He needed to find you and take you home. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. Not you. He scanned every television in the district to find you and was so relieved when he did. He rushed out the door and ran towards the studio. And now that you were here in his arms, where he knew you were safe, he started to break down. His screen started to glitch and his audio started to skip as he tried to control himself. He was usually an narcissistic egomaniac, caring about himself, but when it came to you..it was all different. He needed you.

"Vox.."

"Y/N..please...stay with me...don't go...I love you..please..."

Those words made you cry even more, out of joy now.

"Vox...I love you too..."

"Y/N.."

And with that, you both cry out your built up emotions and soon, you both were in bed together, forgetting the world outside and only listening to each other's moans and words of love.

Ever since, Vox claimed your soul and you were now permanently his. From now on, you were under his protection. If any demon fucked with you or disrespected you, that was a direct insult to him and they would be dealt with. You would work as his assistant and co-host on some of his shows, entertaining thousands of viewers all over Hell. And whenever Extermination Day hit, you stayed at home with him, sitting with him on the couch and listening to him cheer and laugh as each sinner was killed. Sometimes it helped you, other times it didn't. But he knew that.

Vox stands up from the couch and shuts off the TV, saying "Come on, let's get to bed. It should be over soon anyways." You nod, following him. It's not too long til you both lay in bed, holding each other close. The bedroom was higher up from the ground floor, so the screams and sounds of death were much more distant. You lay your head on his chest and you hear his circuits buzzing rapidly, a sign of his anxiety. You lift your head and look at him, concerned. "Vox? Are you okay, honey?" He looks at you and smiles, but his face gave away that today kind of disturbs him too. It would remind him of the day that he almost lost you. He cupped your cheek and said softly, "I am, knowing that you're with me." You smile and lean up, kiss him softly and tenderly, the kiss showing so much love. Vox reciprocated the kiss and held you close. Once you broke the kiss, you hear the bell ring out, signaling the end of the annual massacre. Vox chuckled, saying, "Perfect. Now I can get some sleep. Night, babe." You lay on him, your head resting on his chest as you respond, "Night, sweetie. I love you." Vox wrapped his arms around you, gently rubbing your back as he said softly, "I love you too, Y/N."

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I hope you all like it!!

[fletchingbrilliant]

To Sever a Loveless Bond Chapter Six

These pics are just getting better and better and I'm having more and more too much fun, but I also took it easy on the backgrounds so I deserve some congratulations in this moment

~ e f f e c t s ~

gah i really like drawing these dumb idiots

Read Chapt Six by @zaebeecee HERE!

[lavouredior]

u should doooo bunny!reader x vox 🤭🔮

🔮anon is coming for everyone atp but i have the most perfect idea for this one !!

warnings: bunny!reader is sensitive, vox . . . is not the most reliable with being nice 24/7, not proofread, vox refers to reader as baby, valentino is his own warning, bunny is short as hell

Cry Bunny

“i’m just saying that the little conejita would make a ton of money” vox just blinked at valentino after that sentence. you were sitting on vox’s lap during one of the vee’s meetings. you didn’t much care for the conversations and you didn’t really pay attention to half the things they said. then again vox also distracted you anyway he could especially because when velvette was late, like today, valentino’s attention always was turned to you.

“you’re not making my girlfriend a porn star val.” your boyfriend sighed, you barely were able to be within a couple feet of valentino let alone be able to work with him. especially due to the fact that if you weren’t currently sitting on your boyfriends lap you would probably be freaking out over the fact you’re even in the same room as valentino.

valentino got up and moved from his seat on the other side of the board room table to one next to you and vox. he leaned over so he could be eye level with you, taking your attention away from whatever movie vox put on your phone to entertain you. “conejita, wouldn’t you like to be a star?” you just stared back at the moth before turning your gaze to vox which caused valentino to let out a sigh.

“see! she won’t even answer me she’s too worried about what her little boyfriend wants to answer” vox let out a sigh at this. “val. i don’t control her.” valentino thought for a moment before sitting back up and smirking at vox. “then hand her over. she obviously won’t answer without your opinion if she’s still with you.” vox rolled his eyes before sighing again. “val-” the moth immediately cut him off. “vox you know i’m right.”

vox made eye contact with you as you were still staring at him before picking you up and putting you on valentino’s lap which immediately caused you to reach back out for vox. valentino used one set of hands to move you so you looked at him and another set to hold your hips. “look at me little conejita.”

you looked at valentino, but not for long as your vision started to get blurry due to tears welling up in your eyes. valentino sighed “i forgot how much of a cry baby this little conejita is.” he picked you up and set u down on your feet right in front of vox. who expected you to immediately climb back onto his lap for comfort. but to his surprise when he reached out to you he was met with the sound of a thump.

vox did research on bunnies when he first started going out with you. one of the main things he learned is that when a bunny thumps it’s basically a big “fuck you”. he was glad you never did it to him before so you can imagine his surprise when you thump at him for the first time.

“baby.” your boyfriend said lowly. valentino pissed him off half the time to begin with, but now you thumping at him too? he tried to remain calm but his patience was thinning. “the little conejita has never thumped at me.” he was right, you never would dare thump at valentino, he scared you too much. vox scared you at times too, but you were still upset about him just giving you to valentino that you thumped at him again.

vox didn’t know what to do at this point, you were usually his well behaved little bunny that usually never caused trouble, he’s only needed to punish you once and that’s because he had caught you chatting with the radio demon. so he was quite surprised to see his baby bunny thumping at him. especially when he’s trying to calm down the crying that was still coming from you.

he took a deep breath before picking up your much smaller figure and bringing you back onto his lap. “hey.” he said in a stern but still comforting tone, it wasn’t until he noticed you not paying any attention to him that he got a little louder. “hey!” you immediately looked up at him sniffling.

he sighed before looking over at his business partner and signaling him to leave. “i’m trying to be nice to you here baby, but you’re making it hard when you’re not even paying attention to me.” he said it in his more comforting tone trying not to work you up more as he hates the sight of you crying. “what’s with the thumping? you don’t do that with me i thought?”

you shook your head trying to wipe away your tears but more just came flooding down afterwards “you gave me to valentino. i don’t like valentino.” he let out another sigh before kissing your forehead and pulling you into him. “i know baby, but the thumping is not okay. not with me okay? you wanna thump you can thump at valentino all you want.”

you shook your head again, why couldn’t he understand you were scared and he gave you to the reason you were so scared? vox stood up and set you down next to his chair. you looked up at him confused before you heard a thump. which caused you to just stand there confused.

“see baby? it’s not so fun to be thumped at hmm?” you shook your head at his comment immediately moving to try and get comfort again. grabbing onto his waist as it was level to your chest due to the height difference. vox sat back down and pulled you back onto his lap. “we done thumping now?” you nodded and vox immediately pulled you closer so that your head laid against his chest. “good because i have to deal with valentino being pissy all the time i don’t need my baby thumping at me all the time to add onto that.”

[martamatta95]

In the Fanfiction I'm writing, at their first meeting, Vox mistakes Valentino for a woman and this meme came out.

I hope it makes you smile

[mumifyy]

First request! But could you make a Vox x reader that has Anxiety? :3 Thank you!!

A/N: as a person with severe anxiety, I love this idea 🫶 / First request omg?? 😭

Tw: Anxiety, Overthinking, panic attack, Violence, Valentino (Bros his own warning 😒 I hate that mf sm), Sexual harassment, not proofread.

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“I love you.” Vox x Reader

Part 2 💝

You hummed, Looking through the books on the bookshelf of the hellish library. The shelf’s laced with dust from the lack of interaction. Soon, a book caught your keen eye.

“Overlords for Dummies.” You raised a brow, deciding to open it and scan through the small letters printed into the frail yellow stained paper. Your eyes darted through the length of the page before coming across your Boyfriends name. Your eyes locked onto the word, a soft smile curling onto your delicate lips as you thought of you lover before returning to reading the book. Eventually, you got bored of the book and decided to put it back along with the other dusty and unused books. Deeming the information useless as you already knew all of it. Walking out of the library and opening the doors to see the all too familiar red sky of hell, You wondered what heaven looked like, not that you really cared you were just curious. You walked down the sidewalk peacefully, ignorant demons walking down on the opposite way or the way you were going, all annoyed or picking a fight with eachother which you were used to. Finally, you reached halfway to the VVV tower, your secret home as Vox didn’t want anyone knowing about y oh relationship just yet, worried that it would only put you in danger. And Alastor of course. You walked into the doors of the famous tower only to be met with Valentino. The lust overlord, which you didn’t really like, along with the word of Vox, you avoided only to come face to face to him. He stared down at you, a grin forming on his face before he spoke.

“Ah, Who might you be Cariño? Arnt you just… a pretty little thing.” He spoke in a husky tone, taking your hand and licking it with pink saliva trailing down your small arm as you cringed and looked away uncomfortably. “U-um.” You stuttered, unable to come up with an answer. “Are you looking for work baby? I could make you a star… both of us richer then well.” He slurred with lust in his eyes as you quickly snapped out of your trance and pulled your arm away from him, gulping at the overlords now annoyed expression before he harshly grabbed you face and tried pulling you in for a kiss, licking his lips in anticipation before you pushed him away, tears brimming at your waterline before you darted away, running in whatever direction he wasn’t going.

*You heaved for air, tears already have been spilling from your eyes violently when you were running before. Your back slid on the wall when you sat down, dragging your knees to your chest in your crying state. You began to sob more violently, overthinking that Vox was deem you as a cheater and throw you away for being touched by another man, especially his friend! Or atleast that’s what you thought they were. You didn’t care. “Fuck! No no! I can’t loose him.. what if he hates me?” You gasped for air clutching your chest as your lungs gave out. You coughed and choked on your own tears. “Please no” you chanted out. “I don’t want him to leave me, no please. I don’t want to be left alone. What if he saw? What if I’m in the wrong?” Your eyes began to get blurry to more you cried, as if they weren’t producing tears to flood an entire canyon. Your head felt fuzzy, a headache forming already before you passed out from the lack of oxygen.

You gasped awake, sitting up instantly, your hand flying up to your aching head. Wait where are you? You looked around, noticing you were no longer in the alleyway you were in before. Wait what happened..? Before you could think, someone hugged you tightly. “Oh fuck! Your awake I’m so fucking glad! Are you alright sweetheart? My love? Darling? How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?” You recognized the familiar voice to be Vox, your Boyfriend. “Vox..?” He was nuzzled into your neck before looking up at you with what looked like to be tears. “Yes my love?” He asked with a small sniffle. “What happened?” Vox looked at you before answering. “I don’t know, I was in my office before I saw you on the cameras running while crying so I went to go find you. I’ve been meaning.. to ask who hurt you?” He questioned, his expression still worried but the look in his eyes made you shiver, you knew he was pissed on the inside. “I-..” you stuttered over your words, you didn’t want to ruin Valentino’s relationship with Vox, especially since there were sort of friends in their own way. “Darling please… I won’t be mad I promise my sweet girl.” He comforted you calmly. No.. your acting selfish, but what if your right? Wait what if your wrong and he leaves you? The voices tore you apart. Your thoughts getting more intense as you overthought more about the outcome of your next move. Before you could think about it anymore Bix noticed something on your arm, your sleeves was rolled up with left over salvia from hours before when Valentino licked you. You looked down at Vox as he gently took your wrist in his clawed hand, the look on his digital face changed, now into more violent expression, it scared you. “V-Vox it’s no-“ he cut you off. “I know Baby. Was this Valentinos doing? Did he t-t-t-touch y-y-you?” He glitched. That was not a good sign. “I’m sorry Vox! I didn’t mean to run into him he grabbed me before I could walk away I was just trying to get back into our room I’m sorry please don’t leave me I didn’t know he was the-“ Once again, Vox cut you off with a kiss on your forehead. “Sweetheart. This is not your fault okay? Stop worrying and get some sleep my sweet girl.” You looked at him, hugging him before he later you back down and covered you with a blanket and his jacket to comfort you further before he gave you one final kiss on your nose before walking away, rolling up his sleeves as he did so. You closed you eyes and feel asleep quickly as your woke up, not seeing how deathly angry Vox had became.

“Cut, cut, cut! What the fuck was that?!” Valentino yelled at the “star”. The worker babbling excused before the door burst open, almost blowing the door off its hinges with a furious Vox glaring deathly at Valentino.

Vox glitched violently as he intently glared at Valentino, Valentino’s face turning a bit pale.

“M̵̡͊͊̃̐͗̄Y̴̼͖̣͋ ̸̨͕̦͙̝͙̣̎͂́͛͘̕F̶̢̱͎̭̙͑͋͊-̴̡̧͖̤̠̘̹̀̒̾̋)̸̘͗͛̍̀̚$̸̧͕̘͕͓̪͑̎͆͑͊͜—̴͖̩̟̫͐̂͆͆̕͘Ǘ̶͇̅͛͐̾̍͒͌̏̏͜ͅU̵͇̩̭̥͍̘͈͗̋͗̌̌̐͠ͅŲ̴͖̘̞̼̬̣͔̺̾!̴͓̼̦̟̺͔͇͙̔̐̔͒̍͌́̎̚͝’̶̛͉̰̭͖̝̈͊̎͐n̶̡̨̛͎̹̯̱̕C̸͈̳̆̒̇K̴͕̺̦̎͊̑Ì̴͈̱̘̹̣̜̍̏̔͐̆̀̕͘N̸̗͎̄̅̓̀͘C̸͎͊̂ ̵̘̫̙̥͉̑͂̔̌͌̀͐͌Ǫ̴̥̖͈̯̂̐̈́̕-̷̹̺͑̄͊̒̔̕F̶̙͙̫̭̰̼͈̘̳͕̀͐̚F̶͈͍̟̦̤͓̞̗͛͑͐͋̐͆̅̽̚͘ͅ$̶̬̥͉̋̓̍̈͆̄̀͠ͅ)̷̛͉͓͉̀̔͒̉̍̅$̶̭̣̲̥̫̓̌̓̋—̵͓̗̬͋̓̒̚C̶̨͍̟͉̳̠̹̀͒̽͜͠͝ͅĘ̵͓̌̀̅̊̇ ̴̟̌̿́́͊͘N̴͙̖̳͋͑̾̈̈́̈́̈̀͗Ő̸̗̅͊̊̅̈͌͠6̷̡̧̩͙̳̂̍͆–̸̧͈͇̬̣̯̭̖̀̋̀̊̋̋̀̐͐ͅ7̷̪̦͋W̴̨͔̟͂̈́̈́̏̀̓̀͂͑͠.”

(“My fucking office now”)

…

“shit.”

[poppyfieldart]

Posted the first chapter of my Overlord!Husk fanfic called Lucky Bastard on ao3.

Husk/Angel // Rating: Mature // Chapters: 1/10 // Slowburn, Fluff, AU, Falling in Love, Protective Husk, Idiots in Love, Gambling, Soul Contract, Beauty and the Beast references if you squint

Summary:

Angel couldn’t help but be a little excited when Val took him to the Lucky Bastard, one of the largest casinos of Pentagram city. He never met or saw the Casino Overlord before, or as most sinners called him The King of Cards. He was known to be a very private person according to Vox and he only cared for booze and bets according to Val.

So when he accidentally walked into one of the private rooms of the Casino and met the sweetest, grumpiest bartender, he had no idea just who he was flirting with.

((Hi! I'm super duper new in the fandom! English isn't my first language and I haven't written anything in like 10 years, just a heads up. I can't really write angst so this is just a fluffy slowburn of huskerdust becoming the crime couple they deserve to be.))

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Sixteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Sixteen Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Sixteen]

Lute’s heel dug sharply into your back. Another surge of hot blood bubbled up in your throat. Lute wrenched her spear from your wing, a trickle of gold tracing the air as she pulled it up. Your wing twitched in agony. 

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up. “I should just kill you right now,” she spat. “Save Hell-“ a jerk of the spear towards the glowing rift- “From being graced with your presence.” She released you roughly and you stumbled forwards. 

You whirled around, eyes shakily fixed on the glint of her blade as she brought it up in the air, aiming for where your wings met your back. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the searing blow.

Something clattered onto the floor.

You opened your eyes a crack. The spear lay on the floor at Lute’s feet. Her hands were curled into fists, back rigid.

With tears streaming down her face.

“Lute?” You choked out. She flinched back, then grabbed you by the collar, heaving you close.

“You fucking bitch,” she spat. “I loved him.” She was crying like she’d never cried before. Worse than when she was sitting on your couch. Her shoulders racked with sobs, face red. “He was the closest, the truest friend I’d ever had.” 

Adam.

Your gut wrenched with pain and misery. 

She shook you a little. “And you. You and I.” Her eyes clouded even further. “I love you too, [name]. I loved you. I was going to love you.” She loosened her hold, fingers going slack. “Do you realize how much I liked you? Everything you did for me…” more tears bubbled up and over, streaking down her cheeks. “But you just had to fuck it up.” 

You grabbed her wrist, fingernails digging into her pale skin as your heart pounded against your ribcage, as if it was begging to be let out. “You don’t have to do this,” you said shakily. Her fingers unfurled, letting go of you. You stumbled back. The portal whirled and shook behind you like an awakened beast. 

“You didn’t have to fuck Lucifer either, did you?” She seethed. “Don’t you see, [name]? It’s not my fault, it’s yours. You’ve brought this on all of us. Me.” Another tear slipped down her face. 

“Adam.”

You were curling over the toilet bowl, nausea swirling on your gut. Adam was dead. He was never coming back. 

“Sera.” 

Sera smiled at you approvingly, believing you unconditionally and all the lies that spilled from your lips. She’d thought she was looking at the purest soul in all of Creation. Her smile morphed into a disappointed, patronizing scowl as you fell to the ground. 

“Emily.”

Emily tackled you to the ground in a hug, worried to death. “Adam said you went missing.” She screamed at you, voice burning with betrayal. “Tell me you didn’t know.” She then screamed at Sera, begging her to spare you. “It’s just love. Why are you punishing her for being in love?”

Why are they punishing me for being in love?  

Lute’s head whipped back.

Your hand smarted with pain. A trickle of blood dripped over her lips, down her chin.

“You need to stop fucking blaming me for this, Lute,” you seethed, the venom in your voice dripping onto her, burning her. She recoiled. “Me and Lucifer weren’t some fling, some random fuck. I love him.”

She slowly licked the blood from her lips. “Does he love you?”

A seed of doubt made your body stutter to a standstill. “Of course he does.” 

Lute wiped her mouth, and the blood smeared. “Fuck you, [name]. I hope he doesn’t. I hope you realize what a fucking mistake you’ve made.”

Another blow of pain landed in your chest, where her foot planted and knocked you back. She grabbed you by the collar. The edges of the portal swirled even closer now, burning you with the promise of a fall from grace as you teetered back, the only thing holding you being Lute.

“I ought to cut off your wings and leave you for the hellspawn, for them to rip you apart.” She snarled. But then her face softened. “But I won’t.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. “Wha-“

She let go.

The last thing you saw was Lute’s miserable face glaring at you through the portal, and the red sky as you fell.  

♱♱♱

You twitched. 

Every part of you was aching. Your ribs, your head. You groaned, stirring. A stab of pain jabbed at your shoulder blades. White feathers lay scattered around you. You picked yourself up, trying to ignore the agony and blood dried and dark, crusting the tip of your wing. 

The hell-baked pavement seared underfoot. It burnt your palms as you pushed yourself up. You looked up.  

Everything was red. 

The buildings, the sky. The people. Sinners roamed the streets, their demonic forms unfamiliar to what you were used to, that being soft white feathers and shiny new buildings. Not this crumbling hellscape.

You clutched your arms, looking around frantically as sinners stopped to look at your curiously. They advanced.

“An angel?”

“It’s a fallen angel.”

Hungry eyes glowed at you from the crowd.

“You think I can-“

You tuned the voice out before it could list the atrocities its owner would have liked to commit to you, focusing on another.

“Poor thing.”

Could sinners have a heart?

Your mind rushed and swirled like a raging river of panic as you looked up. A huge tower loomed above you, encasing you in its shadow. The large doors at the bottom, in front of you, clanged open.

What you could only describe as a tall, hideous, bald creature slunk out, smoke curling between it’s lips, a large gun in it’s hands.

“The fuck’s all this?” It grumbled. Then it’s red hot eyes settled on you, and it’s eyebrows shot up as it’s gaze roved down your body. 

That thing has definitely molested something in it’s lifetime. It’s state was violating, penetrating. You wrapped your wings around you like a shield. 

Your wings.

Lute hadn’t cut of your wings.

The shock had barely registered by the time before the ugly creature flicked its head, and two sinners came and gripped your arms. Your mind flashed back to the exorcists as they dropped you on the cold floor of the Seraphim’s office. 

You struck out. “Let go of me,” you hissed, clawing at their wrists. But you were too weak. The crowd burst into commotion. 

“Why the fuck do you get her?” A harsh voice shouted from the crowd. 

A shot rang out. The sinner who had spoken out crumpled to the ground. 

The creature pushed it’s gun back under it’s arm. Another demon stepped out through the doors, and you were so dazed that you didn’t even care that he had a TV for a head. He reached up with a clawed hand for the creature’s shoulder.

“Val,” he said, smile and voice strained, “What the fuck is going on.”

And then his eyes landed on you. 

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly a hand with a cloth closed over your mouth. You inhaled, and your brain grew fuzzy. You tried to pull away but your limbs wouldn’t move.

You crumpled to your knees, as the world faded to black. And the last thing you saw was the creature, grinning with malice, and the TV, errors flashing on his face from shock.

The darkness closed in. 

[gussypatatasfritas]

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

English is not my native language, so apologies for any mistakes, it's my first post!!

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HAZBIN HOTEL CHARACTERS

Alastor

Alastor has absolute devotion to you; you are the only person he has desired sexually and romantically in his entire existence. Would he kill for you? Of course, there's no doubt, he would rip off a limb just to give it to you. Don't get me wrong, he adores and loves you, but he tries not to show too much vulnerability to you, though from time to time he adores showing you just how much he loves you.

-Yes, of course I will, my darling.

His beautiful voice utters those words in your ear seconds after your question.

A shiver runs down your spine as he passes his crimson claws over your arms before embracing you around the waist.

He rests his chin on your shoulder; you can feel his chest against your back. You close your eyes and sigh with a smile, your heart filled with complete love and devotion that you know is reciprocated by him.

Alastor is a sinner, a demon, a monster, lethal. His mission is to take over Hell and rule it, but if after achieving it you asked for Hell as a gift, he would give it to you. OF COURSE HE WOULD KILL FOR YOU.

Vox

Vox has a mix of love, possession, and desire for you. He wants to protect you from the bastards who might try to corrupt you, such as Valentino, but at the same time, he corrupts you, dismantles and reassembles you at his whim. He loves seeing you at your deepest to then save you, even though it was he who put you there.

-Yes, of course I will, my darling. —he says with a smile before shooting a stranger standing right next to him with a gun.

He is sitting in a red leather armchair, and you are kneeling right next to his legs, with your head resting on his thighs. He strokes your head just after murdering that stranger.

Although he can kill for you, deep down you know that when you bore him, you'll be the one lying on the floor with blood spilled.

Valentino

-No, bitch. -he laughs out loud after saying it.

He takes your face between his fingers and blows the disgusting smoke in your face, making you cough.

"You're just a pet, learn your place," he continues.

His laughter echoes throughout the room, seeking to maximize his own enjoyment as well as your pain. He throws you to the ground, knowing perfectly well that you're so attached to him that you'll end up forgiving him for everything.

And he's right.

Lucifer

What if he would kill for you? Friend, he would kill God for you, he would renounce Heaven again for you, you are his religion, he lives to make you happy and knows very well how to do it.

-Yes, of course I will, my darling.

He says haltingly between your legs, you can only see his precious and shining eyes looking at you, while his tongue sinks between your walls, he keeps your hips still with his hands to prevent spasms from making you move involuntarily.

You moan in response, arching your back ready to receive everything he wants to give you, your husband is a great partner in bed, his glow is so great, he's simply a precious fallen angel and he wants to make you feel good as much as he can.

Obviously, he would kill for you.

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