#valentino x charlie

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Why do you ship?

I've been wondering, why fans ship certain characters together? And then it came to me while I was writing my own fic. I wrote a Niffty origin fic that featured domestic abuse and implied sexual abuse. It felt therapeutic to write it as I went through similar situations in my own life. And apparently it did the same for other fans. Some of the comments I received where about how pleased they were to see an abuser get what he deserved.

Which led me to think about the taboo ships in the fandom. What if the reason why fans gravitate towards those ships is because of their own trauma? They use the ship to either heal from their own experiences or flock to it because it's what they know. Despite how some of us may feel about these ships, it's not fair to the fans who do like the ships to receive hate.

SHIP AND LET SHIP I always say. These are fictional characters. no one is hurting anyone writing/drawing them how they see them. It doesn't change the canon story Vivziepop has planned. And if you don't like it, just scroll past. It's that easy.

It takes more effort to type out a nasty comment then to just ignore. Remember fans, we have no idea what these fans have experienced and why they ship what they ship. We can just be nice and not say anything at all if it's not what we ship.

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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,” 

Join us at VoxTek for a Vox themed Hazbin Discord where we talk Vox, Hazbin, writing, reading, art and who knows what else. You may even catch some exclusive sneak peeks at upcoming fics from some of your favorite writers!

[hazbinrarepairs]

Rarepair Quiz Part 1.

[ripa-ria]

🍆?

[voxtekenterprises]

Okay, it's been a month, I've held my tongue for over four weeks in public

Can we just admit as a collective that this was extremely titillating?

[hazbin-proship-central]

teehee, im the charlentino (thats their ship name i think?? it sounds cool!!) anon, and im here with more charlie/vees stuff cuz the brainrot is strong 😭 (and yeah, i initally wanted you to rate the ship but i got out of control a little lol)

i actually thought a lot about val's smoke and all the stuff he uses, a bit of relaxation for charlie to forget all her troubles with redemption and such, so she can enjoy her time with him. she'd willingly come back for more, just one last time... and like all drugs its probably addictive sooo not his fault she got herself hooked and comes back more often than he calls her ^_^

as for vox, i think he'd enjoy sharing her with val, and he was probably the one who got vox onto that. it would stroke his ego, alastor doing all that in her hotel and she still comes to the vees instead. and ofc no one could pass an opportunity to have a piece of that charlussy. to me vox is all about control and being the best of the best - even though the sinners don't care much about charlie's status, it will have to mean something in the future. the sooner they can get to her the better. plus i can't just not include vox's weird alastor obsession, so he'd totally be like "admit im better than him" with his hypnosis (it's not necessary, she'd be outta her mind before he even used them). it would be a power trip for him, having a princess on her knees for him?? but ohhh im stuck the hypnosis... him and val do make the perfect pair with their powers.

(im also thinking of desperate "mr. vox pleaseeee help me advertise the hotel, i'll do anythingggg" charlie. but thats separate from this scenario)

so, to sum it up: they definitely share, though vox likes some alone time with her every now and then

velvette on the other hand? i don't think she'd be willing to. she'd like charlie for herself. and with her fashion thing i think she'd dress up charlie like her personal doll, her brand's fancy lingerie, full face of makeup just to ruin it by sitting on her face. by the time velvette gets her turn charlie would be already deep enough to just accept and enjoy it. vel wouldn't admit publicly to interacting with her though, after charlie's interview on the news. wouldn't wanna ruin her own image by associating with such a loser, so just some alone time. she's short but deadly and i can't imagine charlie topping with any of them, so vel is on top too. i'm a little lacking in the velvette/charlie headcanon department, which is criminal!!! i need to fill my head with more toxic yuri...

technically it was a deal with valentino, but if there's anyone he would share his favorite toys - it's his best business partners. (or lovers, i also like the polyvees ship as a polyam person myself >_<) and charlie comes back to the hotel tired, filled with guilt, telling herself that it was all for Angel's wellbeing, she totally doesn't enjoy this, and actually- shit, she totally can't wait for the next time val calls her.

charlie and vaggie would definetly have a huge fight about it, and the "you didn't tell me you're an angel" argument would hold no power, since charlie didn't tell her about the deal with val too. and she'd be neglecting their relationship in favor of moth dick appointments, val is insatiable. love me some good relationship troubles (and he probably loves this too cuz he's an asshole lol) <3

here i am, such a huge charlastor shipper, devoting my time to charlie/vees... sorry deer boy, there's enough princess of hell for everyone !!

(btw, do you do anon sign-offs? i'm definetly gonna ramble some more, and i would be 🌈 anon (for my everlasting love of putting charlie in situations<3))

Ooooo sooo good!! Shes so addicted to Val's drug she just cant get enough <3 Val would definitely share his new toy with Vox and Vel if they were interested 🤭 and I totally agree with you on Vox making her say she prefers him to Alastor hahah. He'd probably say some shit like "Tell me, little Miss Morningstar. Am I better than that radio bitch?! Tell me im better than him. Tell me." While having his way with her :)

Imagine Val forcing her into a threesome... she'd be all like "Hey, this wasn't part of the deal!" But before she can really start protesting, Vox and/or Val use their respective abilities to lull her into a sleepy, drowsy, hypnotic state, so she cant fight back 😳😳

Honestly I have a hard time imagining how Velvette would interact with her! She would definitely make her do some degrading shit tho, just for her entertainment. Make her walk on all fours and call her a stupid dog/puppy, that type of thing lol.

Also, yeah! I can do anon signs offs! Youre the first! Welcome, rainbow anon! Ill be happy to hear any other rambling you have in the future lolz

[hazbin-hotel-ships]

made a pimpbelle playlist and the majority of the songs r just msi

[1tz-4ll-m3]

Alastors friendships with men: 😡🤬👿🖕🥀⛓️💣🔪🗡️⚔️🚬⚰️🩸🖤

Alastors friendships with women: 🥰😍😘🫶👛💍🌸🩰🧸🎈🎁🎀💌🩷

What a total mamas boy

[stardevlin]

Hazbin Hotel Playbill 2024.

[genderlessdude92]

this is probably what Vox would do if shining a bright flash of light at Val doesn’t work 💀

meow

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Synopsis: What I think Alastors wife would be like, if he had one of course.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pinning, harassment?, Alastor being himself, not in a specific time period but at some point shifts to hell? Let me know if anyone is interested in a part two!!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!! // Serendipity Writes (event)

Alastors wife probably didnt like him at first, and that’s a guarantee. He likes a challenge, but Alastor also likes being liked by people. It fills his ego, makes him feel good about himself. He likes to watch people stumble and fall but quite literally cracks under the pressure of doing just that when it comes to winning you over. Chances were he was constantly trying to figure you out, for two reasons. One, being that he didn’t understand how you couldn’t like him. I mean come on, look at him! He’s got the charm, the manners, the style and the class, the status. What more could you want? The second reason being, the more you denied him, the more he took it as a challenge, the more he wanted you.

Well, surprise surprise, you dont like people with an image to keep up; and to his dismay, that’s exactly what he does. He projects an image. One he refuses to change, and even after marrying you, still doesn’t drop the image, but starts to become more real and honest with himself.

“People who project an image of themselves to others are just trying to fool themselves into being someone they aren’t.” Was what you told him.

Alastor had also asked you out multiple times before you finally said yes. Everyone knows Alastor is very picky with the people he chooses to surround himself with. Everyone he associates with is either there to serve him, or to provide him with something, even if they’re unaware of it. Which only made you trust him less. What purpose did you serve him? What if one day he found you no longer useful and tossed you to the side? Well what were you to do then?

Denying him proved to be a challenge in itself, seeing that he’s quite literally everywhere all at once.

He’d try cheap tricks first. Buying you gifts, constantly showing up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers or a stuffed animal. One time he even got you a whole gift basket of your favorite treats. How sweet~ if it was actually about you and not him just trying to patch up his ego. Well at least that was what you thought on the matter.

If that didnt work he’d resort to going ghost. After all, people only miss you when you’re gone right? Well not in this case. He had left you alone physically, at least to your knowledge, but he had still kept a close watch on you. Why, he just knew it would bother you that he suddenly stopped! Until he overheard you speaking with a friend about how happy you were to finally get some peace and quiet. Well that simply wouldn’t do. After all, you should always make an impact, and what kind of impact would he be leaving on you if you went back to your old boring life? No no that just wont do dear.

He’ll start showing back up at your doorstep, taking you on surprise outing to force you to spend time with him. He’ll take you on a walk around a nearby park, a restaurant one day, the picture show the next. He has a long list of places to take you, so you’ll never go to the same place twice! Get your dancing shoes because he’s gonna take you out to the town for the night, after all the city never sleeps! This is when he becomes less forceful, but more of a decent calm. He begins to listen more when you speak, and you actually begin to care about what he’s saying, what a shock!

It’s almost like a switch flips after your outings. He’ll take you to an orchestra show, snickering to himself when he sees your eyes begin to water as the show closes out. He’ll force you to hold onto his arm as he walks you across the street on a rainy night, making sure you don’t slip or trip on the wet pavement. If you ever do, he’ll try his best to catch you and if he doesn’t? Oh what a nightmare, it seems he’s fallen too! For you that is~

You two begin to feel closer, not only physically but emotionally. He gets you to open up about your personal struggles, and in turn, he’ll share some of his own, but not too much. He doesn’t allow himself to be fully and completely vulnerable with you, not yet. But he does try his best to sympathize with you when you share your piece of mind with him. He feels accomplished to know this part of you, and his ego is the last thing on his mind anymore, but instead you take up all the space.

He doesn’t use pet names for you, not cute ones anyway. He’ll call you his devilish belladonna, especially if you love flowers. His creepy spider Lillie. He’ll often speak in the ‘language of flowers’, and will educate you on it if you don’t know so you know exactly what he’s talking about.

He’s the type of person to correct people in public to make them feel stupid, but he never does that with you. Instead he’ll wait until it’s just the two of you and tell you jokingly how wrong you were. You’ll get upset because he let you look like a fool, but in his mind he’s just protecting your feelings. If anyone else corrects you, they’ll have their mouth sewn shut that’s for sure!

He never gets you the same bouquet of flowers. They’re always different, and every week or so you have a new one. He keeps a separate batch for himself so he knows when to get you another. That being said he also makes the bouquets himself, he does not buy them for you already made.

When you finally take Alastor up on his offer to court you properly, he is over the moon about it! Finally, you seem to be coming to your senses dear! Though you quickly follow that comment up with a “Let the blood rush to your head first.” He just bats his lashes at you with a smile. You always know how to make him feel so loved!

Gets very jealous very easily. If he sees you laughing with someone that isn’t him, he’ll size them up before deciding if they’re a threat or not. Heaven forbid anyone actually put their hands on you and uh oh! Limb of the floor someone come get it!

His possessive nature is rooted in abandonment, and thus being said, he has deep attachment issues to you. You are never out of his sight when you two begin dating, and you’re hardly ever far from him in general. You two dress similarly too, especially if you’re from the same era. He’ll switch up your wardrobe slowly so it complements his.

He isn’t one for strong PDA unless he feels like he needs too or just has a strong want too. Usually it’s an arm around your waist, or you hanging onto his arm loosely. The most he’ll ever really do is a kiss on the back of your hand or to your temple. That being said, he’s like this for various reasons.

One, he has a lot of enemies, which means that not not only does that put you in danger, but if you’re also a powerful overlord, it puts him at risk too, though he doesn’t care much about that part.

Second, he doesn’t like physical contact much, and though he always makes an exception for you, he has his image and pristine reputation to keep up. Which you extremely dislike but tolerate because it’s Alastor and if he hasn’t changed much in centuries, nothings going to change ever.

Alastor is very very fond of you, whether you believe it or not. Your fiery attitude has him whipped more than he likes to admit. He’ll joke with other sinners that he’d sacrifice you to save himself but you both know that isn’t true, his nervous ticks prove it to be false, if you do say so yourself.

He’s very fidgety. He’ll tug a piece of your clothing or twirl a strand of your hair between his claws. If you claim he’s messing up your hair he’ll cast a tornado of shadows around you to fuck it up even more, and then smiling at you lovingly when you threaten to cut his ears off because you can’t tell if they’re his hair or just furry ass ears. You always give him a good laugh.

Other sinners are actually convinced you both hate each other, but turf wars on the news show that you two are the most in love when you’re wreaking havoc on innocent sinners for no possible reason other than the fact you two had an argument and the best way to settle it? Dancing in the rain, which actually isn’t rain, just blood falling from the sky because you like to kill people for fun.

“My darling looks the best in red if I do say so myself! Especially if she’s dressed by another’s remains, oh the beauty!”

Alastor has and will continue to get in his feelings about you and his mother getting along so well. He loves you both to pieces, so seeing his two favorite people together makes his dead heart swell with joy.

He’ll ask you to accompany him to the tailors, he values your opinion more than others so you often make adjustments to his suit and he’s just like ‘Whatever she says that’s what’s going on the suit.’ You also make him your personal dressing doll, trying different patterns and styles on him for fun. Alastor is a true skinny jeans hater and he will die on that hill, again. He really appreciates the 60’s style, but prefers to stick to his own decade.

He will take you out hunting with him, and the two of you share breakfast together with the fresh meat you’ve caught. He only gets the best quality for you because he refuses to have you two ‘eating like chums’. A restaurant tried to lie to the two of you, saying their meat was high quality and fresh. Alastor killed everyone in it and you two shared remains like a true power couple. Hells finest of course. ;)

He’s very critical of picking out jewelry for you. Hunting for the perfect ring for you took him ages, mainly because he knew exactly what he wanted but no jeweler had what he wanted all in one ring. So instead he forces them to make him a custom one. Torn limbs and bloody parts later, you have the ring that Alastor worked so hard to give you. He proposes to you Extermination day, claiming he’d love to spend another year in hell with you before the angels come to rip you two apart from each other. It was such a sweet day, at least to you it was.

The type of relationship where he plays the piano and you sing. He loves when you sing and will gush about you to anyone in sight even if he doesn’t know them.

Is very needy in private. He’s a stage 10000 clinger, and will stick to you like his life depends on it, but will be damned if anyone catches him. You don’t tell anyone about it, you like the private life.

You two have cook offs all the time. You make the hotel staff judge, and ultimately Niffty is the tie breaker because she’s brutally honest. Once she told Alastor he should stay out of the kitchen because women were better at it for a reason… harsh!

He was fine though, he got her back by ridding the hotel of bugs. He knows she likes chasing them around and for that she sobbed at his feet for ten minutes asking him to bring them back. It didn’t take much actually, Sir Pentious brought them back on his own, much to Charlies dismay.

He loves to read with you. You two often read a book and once you both finish you have a tea session over it. It starts off being about the book and then somehow shifts to just gossiping and talking shit about the other overlords, except for Rosie, we love Rosie in this household.

Speaking of, Rosie is usually where you get your clothes from. She’s a sweetheart when she isn’t picking pieces of muscle from her teeth, that sharp smile is a killer! She loves to talk about Alastor with you, and usually she’s where you go after you two have had an argument. You’re also her personal Barbie doll. She puts you in outfits and she and Alastor judge over them. Nine times out of ten you leave her boutique with a new wardrobe every time.

Now let’s talk about Vox.

Honestly the whole reason Vox knows about you is probably because he was digging through Alastors shit. But when he sees you? Oh lord, this man is HOOKED.

He doesn’t even know how Alastor managed to get you entangled with him. He finds out about you when you and Alastor aren’t dating yet, and he basically jumps at his chance to try to be with you.

Vox will forever consider you the one that got away, you can’t change my mind.

Alastor has proven time and time again that he’s basically better than Vox. He took a seven year back, came on the radio one day and boom all his viewers were back. In Alastors mind there’s no competition, just Vox being obsessed with the fact Alastor said no.

Valentino uses it against Vox all the time, and it will always make Vox buffer.

[factorydefaultlu]

You Text Them "I want a baby"

Featuring: Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Angel Dust, Charlie, Adam

Alastor

Lucifer

Vox

Valentino

Velvette

Angel Dust

Charlie

Adam

[planetkram]

Literally everyone making out in this episode fr

Ugh.. why couldn’t we add Husk and Angel to this?

[hazbingirliexoxo]

Angel: *angrily, reading through Val’s texts* ARE YOU-

Reader: *nonchalantly* fucking

Angel: KIDDIN’ ME?! THIS

Reader: fucking

Angel: IDIOT

Husk: Uhh, what the hell was that?

Reader: Charlie banned Angel from swearing so I offered to help him out

[hazbin-proship-central]

thoughts on valentino x charlie and vox x charlie (or maybe all 3 of them together... or add velvette to the mix and we have charvees...)

i can't help but imagine her in terrible situations 😭

especially a val x charlie scenario where she asks him nicely (and desperatly) what can she do for him to stop being so awful to angel, cause she cant bear it to see him come back to the hotel all beat up again. and val will maybe consider being a little nicer to him if she lets him fuck her sensless every now and then. and she'd do anything to help her people, even at her own cost 😵‍💫 doing the princess of hell is something he wouldn't be able to resist. maybe she wouldn't like it but be willing to make the sacrifice, of maybe she'd like it too much and get addicted by accident 🤭

(i like my charlie smart and cunning, but also she hasn't been making too great and calculated decisions in the show. be nice and ask an overlord to do something that isn't beneficial to him?? please that's just too naive, even for her. but im taking liberties even from my own headcanons here. and sorryyyy for that ramble but im controlled by charlie x vees brainworms rn aksjsshdkdh. if u want i could share my thoughts on vox and velvette with her too :3)

Oh my god! I love this!!! Dubcon like this is so good, Valentino is horrible and i would love to see him manipulate the fuck out of Charlie. Poor girl <3. Throw his hypnotic pink smoke stuff (idk wtf its called) into the mix, and... 🤭

Ooh! And to make it even more angsty, imagine how Vaggie would react, hearing about Charlie's situation. She would be pissed, of course; at both Valentino AND Charlie for agreeing to something like that in the first place. She tries to convince Charlie to stop, but to no avail. Charlie's visits to Valentino's place last longer and longer... starting off only lasting an hour or so, eventually lasting for days...

Dont apologize for your rambling. I am VERY HAPPY to read concepts like this, theyre delicious. Idk if you wanted me to rate the ship or just share my thoughts, but Ill rate it just in case :) dont be afraid to talk about the other ships you mentioned, Id love to hear about them!

9/10

[baldval]

VALENTINE'S DAY W HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox, charlie, valentino, lucifer, adam, lute, alastor

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, slightly suggestive content if you're reading adam.

VOX:

𖹭 the place is absolutely decorated when you get up in the morning.

𖹭 i'm talking heart balloons, flowers, and rose petals all across the floor.

𖹭 when you come into the living room, he's still in his jammies and sitting on the couch.

𖹭 you loved when he looked like that, so carefree, a contrast from his usual self.

𖹭 "Vox, what's all this?" you ask smiling

𖹭 "it's all for you, obviously."

𖹭 he stands up and walks towards you, he lifts you up and spins you around.

𖹭 you place your hands on his chest as he gently lowers you back to the floor.

𖹭 "you deserve the entire world," he whispers.

𖹭 he plants a kiss on your lips and you instantly blush.

𖹭 with a foolish smile, he wishes you a happy Valentine's Day.

𖹭 you give him lots of kisses, leaving marks all across the screen.

𖹭 you say, "I have something for you."

𖹭 "you do?"

𖹭 "duh" you chuckle

𖹭 you were aware that Vox had his eye on this watch.

𖹭 it had this gorgeous crimsom strap that matched his tie. 𖹭 when he notices it, all he does is look at you. 𖹭 love obscuring his vision 𖹭 he's amazed that you're his. 𖹭 and he feels quite fortunate. 𖹭 he carefully places the watch on the counter. 𖹭 then gives you a kiss so intense you almost feel like you're actually in heaven.

CHARLIE:

𖹭 when you walk in to your room, there are roses on your desk.

𖹭 with an enormous chocolate box of course

𖹭 and a, quite long, love letter

𖹭 the fact that she can't wait to just see you and be able to actually hold you

𖹭 you're grinning broadly to yourself.

𖹭 and you joyfully shove chocolate after chocolate into your lips.

𖹭 she doesn't meet you in the lobby, like you thought she would.

𖹭 she appears at your room.

𖹭 "hi, babe," she exclaims, excited.

𖹭 she approaches and greets you with a kiss.

𖹭 "thank you so much for everything. you say to her, "I have something for you too, you know."

𖹭 she is unable to remove her lips from yours.

𖹭 you take something out of a desk drawer as you pull her into your lap. 𖹭 you pry it open, and she lets out a half-gasp.

𖹭 you were able to get her a unique, gorgeous necklace. 𖹭 at the center is a quite shiny heart. 𖹭 you help her put it on, and the chain fits neatly around her clavicle. 𖹭 she has what is probably the biggest smile you've ever seen. 𖹭 from now on you notice, she never, ever removes the necklace.

VALENTINO:

𖹭 extravagant king.

𖹭 his name is literally Valentine so of course he'll take the day off for you.

𖹭 you and him are hand in hand on a pier.

𖹭 he's obviously wearing his best clothes, and of course you are too.

𖹭 before you know it, it's just the two of you on a small yacht.

𖹭 and the necessary employees, but they're not the main focus.

𖹭 he lavishes you with presents

𖹭 chocolate, that perfect piece of jewelry, and a tiny plush animal that he says reminded you of him

𖹭 you share a meal on the balcony while chatting and having fun.

𖹭 all while playing footsie beneath the table.

𖹭 he seems to be focusing solely on you when you talk to him.

𖹭 because he really is, staring at you with adoration.

𖹭 with your backs against each other, you sit in the living room.

𖹭 your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers comb through your hair

𖹭 he breathes steadily and deeply.

𖹭 "i wouldn't really mind if this was all we did for the rest of our lives," he says

𖹭 you plant a kiss on his shoulder while gazing out to sea.

𖹭 "that wouldn't bother me either,"

𖹭 in some way, he draws you even nearer to him.

𖹭 he kisses your face all over

𖹭 "well that's great. since you're everything to me."

LUCIFER:

𖹭 truly a hopeless romantic

𖹭 his pissing in his underwear while waiting for you.

𖹭 you open the door and say hello to him.

𖹭 the ceiling and walls are illuminated by candlelight, creating a dim atmosphere.

𖹭 there are rose petals all over the path that leads to the living room.

𖹭 you walk slowly towards him.

𖹭 he's kinda just standing there.

𖹭 and it's pretty obvious he's nervous.

𖹭 he grabs hold of your hands and draws you in.

𖹭 "hey," he says, his voice cracking right away.

𖹭 "i missed you," you say

𖹭 he murmurs back, "yeah, I missed you too, so much."

𖹭 for a small instant, he remains silent.

𖹭 but he goes on after that.

"i love you so much, and i know we've talked about how we both want to get married. and, i'll be honest, i can't imagine my life without you, and i'm just so... so in love with you, and I'm sorry, I'm rambling, it's just-" he stops suddenly, taking a deep breath.

𖹭 as he drops to one knee, his hands follow your hips and sides. 𖹭 he takes out a tiny velvet box from inside his coat. 𖹭 you have mentioned getting married before. 𖹭 and you are well aware that he is pretty much your soulmate. 𖹭 and it's Valentine's Day, so of course, he's popping the question. 𖹭 and you naturally answer: "yes". 𖹭 he stands up rapidly, your lips colliding with his. 𖹭 he tightens his grasp around the small of your back. 𖹭 he will always hold onto you.

ADAM:

𖹭 the sun began to set on valentine's day.

𖹭 adam, as charming as they come, is dressed to impress.

𖹭 he strutted alongside you as you walked towards a bench.

𖹭 the bench had this incredible view of the sea.

𖹭 adam sat down right beside you, your thighs touching.

𖹭 the times where adam was in silence were not many, yet always impactful.

𖹭 you stared at the sun as he stared at you.

𖹭 his eyes were fixated on your face, analysing your features.

𖹭 "why are you looking at me like that?" you're blushing.

𖹭 "i got something for you." he avoids your gaze now.

𖹭 clearly, adam is not used to vulnerability.

𖹭 and there was something about him being with you that just made him feel seen.

𖹭 he takes out a small box.

𖹭 "it's nothing really" he says as you open it.

𖹭 inside there's a mixtape.

𖹭 you read the names of the songs, not recognising any.

𖹭 "are these yours?" he nods.

𖹭 "the last one is named after you, actually"

𖹭 you look at him, eyes wide open, surprised at his gesture.

𖹭 with a sly smile and a playful roll of your eyes, you leaned in to steal a kiss, your heart fluttering with excitement.

𖹭 "who knew the first guy to ever exist would be such a romantic?" you teased, unable to hide the fondness in your voice.

𖹭 "you should play the mixtape as we fuc-"

𖹭 "of course you had to ruin it" you chuckle as he smirks.

𖹭 he wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lay your head on his chest.

LUTE:

𖹭 she gives you several quick kisses to wake you up.

𖹭 "hey, sleepyhead. i need you up.

𖹭 you blink away the sleepiness, as she continues to plant lips on your cheeks and jaw.

𖹭 "come on, babe, we have a reservation," she whines.

𖹭 "a reservation, huh?"

𖹭 "yes, please get up right now."

𖹭 she puts on a sharp dress shirt and matching dress pants.

𖹭 she gives you a bouquet of your favorite flower as you meet her at the door.

𖹭 she takes one of the flowers, clips it, and tucks it behind your ear.

𖹭 you then walk to a close cafe, arm in arm.

𖹭 it isn't really that fancy but it is beautiful.

𖹭 the place is filled with tulips and it smells like what you figured spring would smell like.

𖹭 in a quiet space, a table is already prepared for the two of you.

𖹭 you two laugh while eating breakfast.

𖹭 you two could chat for hours on end and never get bored.

ALASTOR:

𖹭 he's just getting started with all of this relationship stuff.

𖹭 he had no one to share valentine's with before to this year.

𖹭 thus, he is anxious and perplexed.

𖹭 but of course he will do everything in his power to hide it, keeping his smile to appear calm.

𖹭 after work, he brings a bouquet home with him.

𖹭 they are your favourite colour and flower.

𖹭 because of course he knows every single thing that you love.

𖹭 and he brings cake instead of chocolate.

𖹭 "aw, Alastor." you blush

𖹭 "well, i didn't find any chocolate boxes shaped like hearts, but i did find a cake shaped like a heart."

𖹭 you chuckle

𖹭 but it doesn't truly bother you

𖹭 quietly, he says, "i made sure to get your favorite flavor, and i swear there's no human parts in this"

𖹭 "it may not be much, but it is what I could find,"

𖹭 you interrupted him with a kiss.

𖹭 "Alastor" you say his name and his eyes flutter.

𖹭 "i don't think you could ever guess how happy you make me"

𖹭 he feels like his heart is trying to burst out of his chest. 𖹭 he draws you into a close embrace. 𖹭 you spend the evening eating cake and snuggling on the couch.