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valentinoappreciator · 7 months

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Valentino tries to drown you 💞

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Valentino x female reader

Rating: E for explicit

Word count: 1.5k

Tags / warnings: Dubious consent / bordering on non-con, Valentino being a jerk as per canon, impromptu waterboarding, PIV sex, filming, porn making ????, anyway!

Author's notes: I tried to write waterboarding, but I was SO certain I knew what waterboarding actually was that I didn't look it up until I was 500-ish words into the fic, before I realized 'hey I better make double sure I actually write this correctly', and then... can you guess what??? I DID NOT, IN FACT, KNOW WHAT WATERBOARDING IS 😩 So anyway, have Valentino trying to drown you, because I could not be assed to correct this 'little' mistake 😔

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The camera was on. The red dot blinked lazily. Without a care in the world. Unhurried.

Unlike your heartbeat.

No, your heart was galloping. Racing like a wild horse over the steppes, it was almost enough to make you queasy, and definitely enough that you visibly trembled where you stood.

“Aww, amorcito, are you nervous?” Valentino asked with a wide grin, his golden tooth catching the light and nearly blinding you.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s fucking waterboarding!”

“You’re the one who agreed,” he pointed out as he stalked closer. For a change, he had his sleeves rolled up, and your eyes were immediately drawn to his arms. He didn’t look strong, but you knew better. Valentino could hold you down so easily it was embarrassing, and that’s with just two hands.

“Now, why don’t you let daddy kiss you all better?”

You automatically took a step back, and ended up bumping against the sink. It was full of cold water.

You laughed nervously.

“I-I think I changed my mind,” you croaked, digging your fingers into the marble and getting your hands and wrists wet.

“Oh yeah? That’s too bad. I was looking forward to drowning you,” Valentino said. He sounded so genuine, so painfully sincere, that you nearly fell for it. But only until he grabbed you by the hair, forcefully turned you around, and shoved your face into the sink.

Your first mistake had been to allow Valentino this close. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. He knew everything about you. Your weaknesses and desires, your fears and strengths. There wasn’t a thing he didn’t know. And even if there had been, Vox would have his back, filling him in next time they saw each other.

You struggled fiercely in his grip, sloshing water everywhere. Vaguely, you could hear Valentino laugh in that mocking tone of his.

Your second mistake had been to allow Valentino to talk you into selling your soul to him. Being owned by a sadistic, psychopathic pimp was not how you had imagined you would spend your afterlife. Alas, that was your position.

Trying to push yourself away from the sink, Valentino pushed your head further into the water. You began panicking. Your mouth was closed tightly, but you wanted to scream.

Your third mistake was to actually try and scream. Instantly, water flooded your mouth, and you began choking mere seconds later.

When Valentino hauled your head back up, you gasped, inadvertently inhaling even more water into your already wet lungs.

“Oh, come now,” he cooed, “you’re not giving up already, are you?” His long, claw-like fingers were tight in your hair, digging into your scalp. You didn’t doubt for a second that they drew blood.

No words left you, only ragged, raspy panting. You grabbed the sink so hard your knuckles turned white. Your legs trembled fiercely, threatening to give out. Your breathing was wet and shallow, not to mention painful. Each puff of air was followed by the strongest coughing fit you had ever experienced, your body desperately trying to expel the water in your lungs.

Valentino was, quote-unquote, kind enough to let you get your bearings before he dunked your head under the water once more. The small reprieve was a huge relief, but the fear was ice cold and tangible when he tried to drown you once more.

This time, you didn’t scream, but you struggled even harder. It was pure instinct. Trying to keep your mouth shut was, largely, unsuccessful, and you still ended up inhaling quite a bit of water.

What made you freeze, however, was the way Valentino spread your shaking legs with so much ease it was pathetic. You didn’t even struggle! Too focused on not drowning, you shuddered and clamped your mouth and eyes tightly shut. Muffled, seeming to come from far away, Valentino laughed mockingly again.

When he finally pulled you above water once more, he hauled you up to his chest, his grip of your hair tight enough to pull out a few strands.

“Remember,” he snickered, “you can only die from an angelic weapon. And don’t worry, babycakes, this water ain't holy. It won’t kill you. At least not permanently.”

“Please,” you rasped wetly, knuckling the sink. You coughed painfully, through wet hair looking into the mirror where you saw Valentino grinning back at you. The sick grin only grew bigger when you pleaded.

“Are you not having fun? Are you not thrilled by my indulging you?”

You grit your teeth. Valentino yanked your hair, pulling you flush against his body. It was wonderfully warm, compared to the coldness of the water and fear, and for a second, the briefest of seconds, you found yourself wishing he would embrace you.

“Doll?” he purred, but now there was an underlying threat in that singular word. It was in the way his eyes narrowed slightly. It was in the way his fingers tightened in your hair. It was in the way he clicked his tongue when you didn’t immediately answer.

“Yes, daddy.”

Admitting defeat, you shuddered when Valentino chuckled darkly in your ear. Your head hung forward, your breathing wet, loud, and raspy.

“Good girl.”

Your body trembled almost violently. A few weak coughs escaped you.

“Now, just relax. Let me take care of you, baby.”

He crooned into your ear, and you loathed how easily you submitted to him. His scent was so strong, so overpowering, and it felt as if you had no other choice but to succumb to his devious, sinful ways.

“Yes, daddy,” you rasped, closing your eyes.

“Don’t I always treat my girls with respect?”

No.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good. Now, relax, and this won’t hurt a bit.”

You whimpered quietly. Your entire body tensed.

“I said, relax,” he snarled, and you knew better than to struggle.

So, despite not quite relaxing, you also didn’t fight it when Valentino pressed you against the sink with two hands, his other two going to free his cock. When it slapped against your rear, you shuddered. You had always loved his cock, but right now... well, it’s not like you had a choice right now.

The head was already leaking pre-cum. Wet and slimy, Valentino let out a quiet hiss when he let it rub against the cleft of your ass. With two hands, he spread your cheeks.

“You may play the role well, doll, but you can’t run from it.”

“Run from what?” you whispered hoarsely.

“The simple fact that you like this,” he said darkly. With one other hand, he grabbed his cock, and with the last one, he parted your labia slightly, making you shudder.

“The simple fact is,” he continued, crooning against your ear as he guided his throbbing cock to your hole, “that you’re a whore.”

He drawled out the slur while at the same time pushing inside you, pulling a wretched moan from between your gritted teeth. Snickering darkly, Valentino plunged deep inside you, until his hips rested against your ass. Letting go of your ass cheeks, labia, and his cock, he instead reached around to fondle your tits.

He let out a deeply heartfelt groan as he squeezed them in his hands. His grip was so tight it was verging on painful, and you whimpered, making a grimace that he caught in the mirror.

“Oh? Don’t you like daddy’s treatment?” he grinned, pinching your nipples harshly and forcing you to cry out. “You wound me, babygirl, absolutely wound me, with such cruelty!”

You were about to cry out again, his fingers tugging roughly at your nipples, but the sound died in your throat when Valentino, in one swift motion, pulled back and then slammed deep and hard inside you once more.

And, just like that, the mood was set - his thrusts were deep and ruthless, his grip tight enough to bruise, and his red, sticky saliva dripped out of his mouth. It landed in the water, in your hair, and on your back, where it trickled down your body. There was so much of it; it was, on one hand, ridiculously disgusting, and on the other, ridiculously hot.

“Daddy, please,” you managed to croak, seconds before Valentino dunked your head underwater.

Unable to keep your mouth closed, you inhaled so much water you genuinely thought you were going to drown. You choked and struggled against him, but his grip was much too strong for your thrashing to bear fruit. Screaming did, incredibly, nothing but allow more water to enter your lungs.

Valentino kept fucking into you, and despite the sloshing of water, and the sound of his voice being muffled, you could hear him moan loudly. Each of his thrusts jerked your body, and your head repeatedly knocked against the sink.

You were halfway unconscious when he pulled you out of the water again. Your body was mostly limp, and your head lolled from side to side. Valentino merely laughed, slapping you across the face a few times.

“Wakey-wakey, my little darling,” he cooed, his usual wide, trademark grin on his face, “we’re not even close to being done.”

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