#vox immediately wants a baby too and val is not into it

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Carmilla finds a way for sinners to have babies so she can start a army of tiny babie spiders and also just Have more kids.

Rosie finds out and decides she wants to participate so she goes to Alastor and says they can just turkey baster it and really dejectedly Al sighs and says "no.....I'll do it myself"

[hazbinwhoree]

Imagine S/O reader tags along with Adam to meetings sometimes. What if an overlord like Val or GOD FORBID Lucifer made advances towards THE first man’s wife??? Any format u want:). Also ur my fave writer on here by far, so have a good day/night <3

Protective Adam Headcanons

A/N: Thank you so much, that makes my day! I was going to do Lucifer but Val needs his ass beat so here’s that.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to tag along while Adam did his Heavenly duties

That included meetings in Hell

Adam hadn’t said what this particular meeting was about and was actually slightly resistant of you coming, but you wore him down quickly and came along anyway

The meeting was with Vox, Val, and Velvette, Vox had called the meeting to bargain with Adam for Adam to kill Alastor during the next extermination

It wasn’t common that Adam attended meetings with Hell actually in Hell, usually using his hologram from the comfort of Heaven, but for whatever reason, this meeting was in Hell

You stood behind Adam and off to the right while he and Vox were in a heated debate, Velvette occasionally chiming in

You looked at Val, to find him already looking at you

And you didn’t like how he was looking at you

He sidled up next to you, Adam too distracted to notice

“Hello, aren’t you just the prettiest thing?”

Val took a drag of his cigar

“I’d make a lot of money off of you~”

One of his hands had snuck behind you and his hand groped your ass

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

That gets Adam’s attention immediately

He whips around just in time to see Val retracting his hand from your ass

He’s on Val in seconds

He tackles Val to the floor and sits on his chest as he begins punching Val’s face

“Adam!”

You’ve never seen him like this

He lands punch after punch and Val’s face is getting bloody

Vox and Velvette are yelling at him to “Get off!” but Adam’s in a blind rage

It’s only when you touch his shoulder that he stills

“Adam, he’s had enough.”

Adam reluctantly climbs off of Val and goes to stand, but not before leaning down to whisper in his ear

“Touch my wife again. I dare you.”

Adam stands and immediately makes a portal, grabbing you and pushing you through it

He flips off the room before going through the portal himself and closing it

In Heaven, Adam is still trying to calm down

It takes a look of fear from you for him to finally soothe his rage

“Baby, don’t look at me like that. Come here.”

He opens his arms and you throw yourself into them

He closes his wings around you

“No one will ever touch you again.”

[bigfatbimbo]

God I love your little extended universe of Vox and the reader it's so damn good-- I have a little folder on my phone with a bunch of your work saved for later. It's like a treat

I do agree that Bad Liar seems to be at a nice enough conclusion BUT I second that anon asking for the "fucking Vox so Val can hear" fic. Petty dom reader with her prize.

-🐭

a/n — Long awaited fic incoming! It’s been like three weeks… jesus.

summary — Reader fucks a very vocal Vox in Val’s porn studio, mainly to be petty because you all can make Vox feel 100x better.

warnings — Smut, pegging, afab reader implied, aka use of a strap on, very self indulgent, small use of ‘mommy’, even smaller use of ‘y/n

Vox was loud, in and out of bed. You knew that all too well. That’s what, in hindsight, made this whole situation a bad idea.

You were in a backroom of Val’s studio. At first the intention was only to visit Vox during work. However, you did have the strap in your bag and he looked so damn good in his suit. 

To sum up, you couldn’t resist. Pulling him off to subsection of the porn studio, not even bothering to close the door all the way, and bending him over a table to fuck him relentlessly. 

At first he argued, telling you he had to get back to work. But it didn’t take much convincing to get him to take a ‘quick’ break. 

His pants were off, leaving his ass and dick fully exposed to you, but aside from his suit jacket and vest, his button up was still on. His tie was undone, however, and his shirt was only hanging on by three buttons.

“Quiet, Vox. What would anyone say if they saw you like this?” You coo down at him, thrusting deeper into his ass.

He whines loudly at your words, completely disregarding the actual order behind them.

“It’s hard to be quiet when yo—ouz—u’re doing that with your hips—szz—“ He tries to remain coherent, but it didn’t take much for your rhythm to affect his system.

You roll your eyes, leaning in closer and covering his mouth with your hand, rolling your hips once more. He whimpers.

“If you don’t start controlling your volume soon, Vox, I’m gonna have to stop. Got that?” You whisper, cruelly.

He whines, quieter this time, and nods his head. “Good boy,” you praise, grasping his hips harder.

That almost got him to break him promise immediately. He whimpered pathetically and arched back further into you.

“Good, baby. Doing so good, taking orders so well,” You breathe, finding a steady pace to fuck him.

Once again, he whines quietly and mutters something under his breath. You didn’t pick up on it, instead catching a glimpse of something by the doorway, moving in the corner of your eye.

You don’t turn your head fully, instead sparing an unintentional looking glance towards the door. Vox hadn’t noticed, too busy focusing on the dick up his ass. 

You noticed though. And god, it took everything in you not to turn over to the figure and flash a proud smile. No, no, you had to go about this right. It had to be slick.

“Vox, sweetheart, I changed my mind. Be as loud as you want,” you say sweetly, picking up the pace and starting to go faster. 

He whines and glitches out a small, “Yes, f—ffc—fuck. Thank you.” 

You can’t tell if the figure is still there, but you feel a presence around you. And it wasn’t exactly out of character for Valentino to lurk. Fucking prick. You’ll show him, though.

Vox claws dig into the table as you rut into him roughly, still keeping a solid rhythm, but making it more aggressive. It’s an art after all, and you’re sure that damn moth knows. 

“Oh god—zzx— fuck, fuck,” Vox whines, clawing at the table desperately, leaving deep marks. 

That’s when you get an idea. All at once, you stop, and pull out.

“Fuck, why the f—ffz—fuck would you stop—“ Vox’s question is cut off when you flip him over quickly, hoist him up by his thighs, and slam him onto the nearest wall. 

You make sure the doorway has a clear shot of the scene. Not so slowly, you push your strap into Vox once more, he hisses and wraps his arms around your neck instinctively.

You thrust into him with force and, for lack of a better word, talented rhythm. Vox cries out, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, threatening to drip down him screen.

“Oh god, y/n—“ he moaned so loudly you were sure that half the studio could have heard, “y/n—zzf— Fuck. Deeper, fuck—“ 

His incoherent babbles only grew stronger as you planted kisses on his neck and bit down roughly. 

“My pretty boy,” You say, all too loudly, “Doing so good for me baby. Taking me so well.” 

At this point, the tears finally got the best of him, starting to dribble down his screen and he whined pathetically. The lights around you flickered, and you smirked to yourself.

A power outage? Aw, and maybe even during a filming session, how sad. Not really, though. Because Vox deserves to be treated like this, always. No exceptions. And you were doing your part to make sure everyone knew that. 

“You look so fucking stunning, sweetheart,” Vox’s claws scrapped up and down your back, leaving deep marks. 

You try not to hiss too loudly, “Aw, baby. Mommy making you feel that good?” 

He moans and lets out a sob as you fuck into him roughly, “Yes—szz— mommy, feels so good. Please ‘m—“

He cuts himself off by buffering in an almost violent sputter, sending a shock of electricity out. It shocks your body and fully cuts the lights off for a long moment. 

“Fuck,” you almost growl, “Your mine, Vox. You’re fucking mine.” 

Your rhythmic pace, if possible, becomes faster, shooting all the way up to his core. He whines at your comment, gripping onto you harder.

“Say it,” you hiss, nails digging into his hips, surely causing a bruise for tomorrow, “Tell everyone here who you belong to.”

You’re lucky he was so fucked out, because never in a million years would he normally admit to anything worded like that.  However, tonight you were doing an excellent job at fucking with his head.

“You, mommy—zzs— ‘m yours. ‘m yours,” he practically sobbed out. 

“Damn right,” you say lowly, finally sparing a glance to the seemingly empty doorway. No matter, you were sure people hallways down could hear these phrases clear as day. 

“Cum anytime you want baby—“ He didn’t hesitate to let go, sputtering out a mix of moans and malfunctions. 

With that, the power flashed one more time, before completely shutting off. Vox clings onto you for a few more moments, before you feel his body loosen. 

Still having a hold on his thighs, you pull out of him and access the damage. Just as you thought; total blue screen.

No matter, you’d clean up just fine. The feeling of self accomplishment totally overpowered the annoying process of getting him to turn back on. 

This feeling only gets better when you heard a foul shriek from down the hall in your direction. Already smiling, you couldn’t help but begin to laugh. 

You’d practically won. The power had gone out, prohibiting that perverted moth from filming anything, and at the same time stopped him from doing anything to distract himself from that loud pleasured noises Vox was making. 

But most of all, you treated Vox like the princess he is and took care of him well. And that, in a sense, was victory on its own. 

a/n — YIPPEE GUYS I FINALLY WROTE IT!!

[glorismorningstar]

PREGNANT

A/N: thanks for the request anon, can't wait to receive more <3 part 2 is out here

Pairing: Vox x fem!angel!reader

Summary: Vox is about to be a father, and the mother of the child is an angel.

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Around the end of the third trimester, VOX is all over the place trying to make you feel comfortable

He does everything in his power to take time off work and be with you

Before he used to ask Velvette to drop by on you once in a while because she was certainly less busy than him

Ever since he had noticed your baby bump shaped a little different than usual, he had been trying his best to fit in time with you in his jam-packed schedule

The way your belly was round at the upper and lower swell, but had four edges and was flat at the front made it clear that the child had inherited his technological head

While he was absolutely over the moon, you were flipping out, wondering however in the nine rings you were going to give birth to a flat screen TV

As he empathized with your distress, he did whatever he could to help you feel better

He made whatever compromise with Heaven he possibly could to let you stay with him and the Vees until further notice

Vox made an agreement with Velvette to keep Valentino away from you, he didn't want you or his future child anywhere near his colleague's filth

Of course she agreed, Val and his obscenities wouldn't even breathe the same air as you as long as she or Vox were around

Time seemed to fly by so fast, in his eyes it felt like yesterday you were showing him the pregnancy test, and now you're in labour

"Vox... I- I think I'm having a contraction..."

He immediately drops whatever it is he's doing and rushes to your side, screen lagging and stuttering as he tried to get his shit together

On the way to the hospital he lets you clench his hand as hard as you need, somehow he comprehends that you're feeling a pain that no man will ever experience

As you're taken to the delivery room, he can't find it in himself to leave your side

He holds your hand while you attempt pushing, clearly in vain

It was physically impossible to push the screen through your cervix, the only thing visible being the tiniest glimpse of the edge of the screen

But through all your attempts to push the baby out, you grip his hand a little too hard and accidentally bruised the bones in his hand

While you're whisked away for the C-section, Vox gets a scan of his hand to make sure nothing's fractured

When it's finally okay for him to see you and the baby, he rushes in and absolutely showers you in affection and praise

"You're wonderful, darling. You did so good, I'm so proud of you."

"If it's possible, I think I love you even more right now."

"Do you understand how strong and amazing you are?"

You just giggle, exhausted, and let your head fall to his shoulder, allowing him to brush stray curls away from your sweaty forehead

"You want to meet your daughter?"

"Of course I do, darling- oh, it's a girl?"

His heart is almost exploding, especially when the little girl is handed to him, cocooned into a fluffy blanket

He's almost scared to pick her up, not wanting to cause any harm to his child

"She's so beautiful..." he whispers, smiling down at the tiny baby

"Of course she is, she's all you." You reply, gazing up at him with utter admiration

He presses a loving kiss to your forehead at the comment, moved by your affection for him

"What do you want to name her?" He asks.

"Pixel."

You had come up with the name a little while after your baby bump grew screen-shaped

Vox adores it

While raising Pixel, he's still dead set on protecting her from Val

Him and his special movies had their own place in the world, and he sure as hell knew it wasn't anywhere near his daughter

Heaven allows you a few more months of maternity leave, which had even surprised Emily

They never took kindly to angels even associating with demons, imagine being impregnated by one

But regardless, you don't pry, opting to spend the time you had left with Pixel and Vox rather than wondering to what degree you're valuable to Heaven for them to grant you such an exception

He finally has his own little family, and he's going to do everything in his power to protect it

[hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow]

A NEW WAY

Chapter 1(I sincerely hope this work was not for nothing)

Vox and val played in bed together. He was a clingy piss baby and liked cuddling with vox especially when he was upset...which was all the time. They layed close together for awhile Valentino petting the top of his boyfriends TV head. Although vox usually put on a tough persona he felt a lot more comfortable with the vee's. When Val pet his head he could feel himself let go, he fell asleep at val's soft touch.

Valentino still holding him with his right arm found it really adorable especially with his soft snores and the red lines from his slightly opened mouth. The only thing he wanted in his life was vox. Valentino would let go of everything just to have vox he'd even give up his status Although he knew vox probably wouldn't do the same for him. Valentino knew this wouldn't last forever though and he'd soon ruin it with his quik-temper and impulsivitiy would make this end just as quick as it begun. It was an awful on and off again proccess.

Vox still layed deep asleep on Valentinos chest and mumbled "Iloveyoualastor". Valentinos eyes shattered like broken glass at voxs unconscious words. Although val would usually scream and throw things whenever vox mentioned alastor, which was a lot, this time he didn't. Val was trying to better himself or at least be less impulsive.

Valentino was about to yell at him but then he looked at vox's sleepy face, his body was limp and tired from working all day, he pretty much fell asleep as soon as they layed down together. Val jsut couldn't do it this time he looked to adorable to Valentino. He still wanted this moment to last and not be ruined by him. For now val would just enjoy the moment. Vall then fell asleep at the comfy presence of his boyfriend. They both resyed for about an hour and then vox woke up with a slight panic and Valentino almost immediately after.

"Shoot, did I fall asleep again?" Vox says holding his head. "Voxy, it's okay, I fell asleep too, you don't have to always be so tough especially with me, I like you just the way you are even with your cute little sleepy face voxy~" Valentino teases as he held vox's screen. " I know" vox said sheepishly still not 100 sure of himself. "You were talking about alastor in your sleep again voxy~". Vox's screen turned a dark remand he groaned "ugh, what the fuck did I say this time, I HATE that peice of shit"

Valentino gave vox a look with ine raised eyebrow " well you Said you loved him an hour ago". Voxs screen glitched until it displayed "overheat" on the center. "I was unconscious, I didn't mean anything I said" vox replied slightly ticked. "You seem pretty awake during the five times a day you call me alastor". Vox put his finger up about to respond but then grew speechless. Valentino then suggested "what if I kill him? Problem solved" he said pulling out a pink gun that he had decided made him look Sexier than the gold gun.

"Yes kill that som of a bitch!! And did you have that on you the whole time?". Valentino immediately jumped up still holding his gun clearly ready to.march over and just kill the radio demon. Vox immediately grabs him by the hood of his wings making him fall backwards onto the floor. Vox towered over him as valentino layed back to the floor" are you insane? Hells crush you! Just like he did to me" vox says dramatically closing his fist in anger.

"Cut the melodrama voxy~, but what do you propose?" Valentino replied

"I'm not proposing to him again, valentino"

"I mean how do you think we should kill him?"

Velvettes tumbles through the door and says in her usual sassy horizontal head Bob "can't you just take control of Angel and kill him?"

Val replied "WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL!?? HAVE YOU BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME??..but no I might have not gotten that bitch to sign it if it wasn't only for the studio. So im.limited to what I can do to control him."

"That sucks" velvette replied. A sudden idea popped into vox's head and he had the vees follow him into the elevator upstairs until they reached his TV room. Vox sat in his chair and pulled up a digital file on his computer. It was a bulletin board that just had a bunch of pictures of alastor with with red strings that had little hearts implanted around them. In the middle was just one giant sticky note that said "kill?".

" one time I satrtes plotting how to kill alastor but I didn't get to far" vox said not very impressed with his work.

" got to lost in his eyes" velvette teased as valentino rolled his eyes".

Authors notes: sorry that the characters aren't that in character I just wrote this for fun because I got bored in social studies and spent like an hour transitioning it to my phone.

[martysgachaworld]

[Just a rambling, nothing else. Part 1]

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ MENTION OF: DR!GS, 0VERD0S3, S3XU4L HARASSMENT, S3XU4L 4BUS3, +18 THINGS. If sensitive DNI!!!

Other warning: this post is really long AND contains spoilers for the series

...ok, so. Just gonna do a rambling about a character. Probably the best one I've ever got the chance to know and see in action.

Angel Dust from the series "Hazbin Hotel".

Let's start from who he is.

This is Angel Dust, a pornstar in Hell. When he was alive, he was in an Italian mafious family. He died in 1947 due to an overdose of PCP, or how people call it, Angel Dust, the drug where he took his star name, his real name is Anthony.

As I said- he basically works as a s3x w0rker for Valentino, one of the Vees, three overlords that control different medias. Vox controls Tv medias, Velvette controls social medias, and Valentino sadly...controls the p0rn industry.

Who's Valentino?

It's this guy, that for facility I'll call Val. Oh, don't be fooled by this silly face he does here which I chose bc I didn't have better screenshots because he's an abuser and a manipulative person. Idk how, but he manipulated Angel into signing a soul contract.

Which means that Valentino literally owns Angel.

Angel's life is full of Valentino's abusive behavior, treating worse than shit and like if he was only an object for his own pleasure. Not only. He makes Angel do really, really, REALLY rough shootings for his "films", basically making people use him roughly over and over and over. I can also guess that Valentino is also bipolar, from the voicemail scene in episode 2, "Radio Killed the Video Star": one message is sweet, the next one is threatening, one is sweet, one is threatening, sweet, threatening.

Sweet, threatening.

Every day in Angel's life is full of Valentino's abuses: mental, emotional, physical...and also s3xual, making Angel's afterlife...a REAL Hell. For forget everything, he uses drugs to destroy himself...but not just for that.

Luckily he has his friends at the Hazbin Hotel, who want to help him a lot...especially him,

Husk

Who's Husk?

He's this guy here, the hotel's bartender, an ex-overlord who's soul is owned by Alastor. At first him and Angel are mostly frenemies, Angel annoys Husk and he gets mad...but in episode 4, everything changes. Hearing and listening to Angel opening up, he changes and softens up, offering himself to help Angel and to listen to him.

Now that I summarized the whole situation in the series, I can talk about the feelings and the scenes that hit me the most of this character.

Episode 2: Radio Killed the Video Star

"Oh!- uh- nothing- my boss, Val, he's freaked out about the news too"

Charlie saw the message from Val that arrived on Angel's phone. Angel said that lie for hide the abuse he suffers everyday from Charlie.

"You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change...I'll see you soon, baby"

Angel just lets himself surrender at Val's abusive behavior and Val's smoke that gets out of the phone, giving up and letting himself go in the smoke, surrendering at the abuse.

Episode 4: Masquerade

This scene was taken from a movies of his, he wasn't pretending here. He was seriously scared and panicking, he putted his mask on when that other guy appeared in the scene.

"Val...I didn't know anything"

The way he immediately started to explain everything before he gets hit by Valentino just talks itself

"When I say you better get that fucking CUNT...OUT OF MY STUDIO...you say?"

The look in his eyes when Val touched his cheek is just screaming "Help me, I'm scared"

"Now, you're gonna go get rid of her, and then you're filming all night! Get me?!"

This is a mix of feelings: fear, despair...but also rage and hate.

"...yes, Val"

The fear in his eyes and his voice...poor baby...

This was a part one for this analysis of Angel Dust's character and scenes because I don't have enough space for other frames, sorry- but! I'll do a part two of this :)

For now I hope you enjoyed reading this-

[valentinoappreciator]

okay, okay, okay!! <3

so, valentino… my darling dearest, my most beloved and beloathed <3

like you said, he is very possessive n obsessive over you as a lover!!

i feel like he might get vox to plant a cute little tracker into your phone or something that you always keep with you, so that he can always know where his most special girl is <3 and he definitely wouldn’t tell you about it! now, if you did find out about the tracker, valentino would be ready with some kind of excuse about protecting you; “you know how dangerous it is out here, baby doll, daddy just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

i’ve also been thinking about valentino collaring you to make sure that everybody knows that you belong to him, and him only <3 maybe if he’s feeling nice enough, he’d let you pick out the collar yourself! of course, the collar alone brings many new possibilities, like being able to have you on a leash so that you physically can’t drift too far away from him <3

love, love, love the idea of valentino claiming you as his by coming inside of you <3 not too sure how big valentino would be on a breeding kink or such, but… listen, if he got you pregnant (even though sinner can’t reproduce) you’d be all his, no buts about it <3 i mean, you’d be carrying his child inside of you, how could you be anyone else’s?

omg imagine if you didn’t really like how possessive and obsessive he is- like maybe you start being away from him for longer and longer, maybe you even go as far as leaving your phone at the v tower, so that val can’t track you… oh, he’d be so pissed :( <3 i’m immediately thinking about the worst-case scenario on how he’d punish you for this, and like… what if he just locks you up in his room? <3 or even better, in some room that only he knows exists c: he’d get to have you all to himself, you’d be for his eyes only <3

also!! “meant to be yours” from heathers fits pretty well with all of this, i think <3

-🫀

YOUR MIND!!!! UN-FUCKING-PARALLELED omgggg 😭😭😭😭😭 holy shit, I am LIVING for this kinda shit, and you certainly do not disappoint 👀 😍 🙏

I aaaabsolutely agree with the tracking device on / in your phone! And if he does collar you, the collar could also have a tracking device 👀 of course, since he's nice and generous and lets you choose the collar yourself, it's only fair that he makes sure it tracks you... right? 😌

I'm not big on pregnancy, but indeed, if you did end up carrying his child, there would be no doubt as to who you belong to, and who owns you 😌😌

hgngnfmngmnsdmndfmd I want him to lock me in his private room and just... do whatever to me 😭😭😭😭

Aaaahhh, Heathers my beloved 😭 haven't watched that musical in FOREVER... I should get on that 👀

[briicouture]

WORKING OVERTIME!- NSFW, DARK CONTENT

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You and Angel are the hottest best friend pornstar duo in hell but everything’s gotta cost, baby.

You and Angel both knew y’all were prized merchandise of Val’s.

On call every moment of your very lives, at the unmerciful hand of none other than one of the infamous Vee’s- Valentino.

In front of clients, he seemed to be a respectful, well put together demon; but behind closed doors, he was known to have somewhat of a temper and would lash out at any and everyone for whatever reason he pleased.

Whether it had been something as “small” as being yelled at, sometimes the punishment would be worse; violence, weapons and sometimes even rape would be the matter of punishment. For most sex workers, being yelled at would be the least of their worries.

You remembered the time you refused to have sex with a client who was rumored for having an unchecked STD, and Val had six men take you on at once in one night, round after round, leaving you exhausted and embarrassed, as the whole crew of Vee’s watched- and enjoyed.

Sometimes the same would happen to poor Angie as well. He’d be hit, or fucked by Val himself until he felt there was no more use for him that night.

The only reason you and Angie took this disrespect and abuse was because Valentino owned your minds, body and soul.

You two had encountered him long ago, and sold yourselves away for a life you thought would be much, much different.

Though, these things happened so often that it’d be something you would forget about maybe in a week or so. You couldn’t linger on anything for too long, or it’d throw off your performance; and god forbid your client made a complaint.

After one long night of work with a regular, who was actually pretty respectful towards you, considering the carefree attitude Val has toward his clientele and what they do to his workers, you and Angie made y’all’s way back to the Hazbin Hotel, where you and him willingly shared a room and there laid Fat Nuggets, as cute as ever.

You fed him, and plopped yourself on the large bed as Ang sat on the other side talking about work to you as you quickly turned over to reach for your phone.

16 missed calls….. (yall see what I did there ??😭)

“Hold that thought A, Ya’know anything about this?”

He grabbed your phone out of your hand, and eyes going wide, not in surprise, but in disbelief.

All those missed calls on your phone would only be coming from one person other than Angie; the one and only Valentino.

“God, he blew your shit up toots, he does the same with me when he wants something ridiculous.”

Handing you your phone back, you laughed, but in all reality, you knew the consequences of Val’s when you didn’t respond to his calls and voicemails.

He hated being ignored.

You press his contact from the missed call log and held a finger up to your lips with a quiet “shhh” towards Angie. He shook his head as the phone trilled for a second.

Almost immediately, he picked up and he sounded a bit muffled and unclear. You weren’t sure if he could hear you so you just decided to speak up and peep a small “Hello?”

He answered with a quick “Hey Baby, you haven’t been answering my calls, everything ok?” “We were worried sick about you.”

You smirked at Angel and he smirked at you holding back a hugeee laugh, knowing full well Val didn’t care about either of your well beings; not anyone but his for that matter.

You quickly put yourself back together as you spoke.

“Yeah, I’ve been fine, just didn’t see your calls until now.” “Who’s we?”

“Yeah, just not all 16 of them” he mumbled. You weren’t sure if he meant for you to hear, so you stayed quiet waiting on his response to your question.

“Oh, yeah! Me and Vox were worried sick dear, what’cha say, how bout you make it up to us tonight and meet us at our club in about an hour, that’s where we’ll be.”

Oh, and bring Angel sweets too, I’m sure he missed me.”

“Uh, sure text me the address.”

And with that, you hung up the phone, rolling your eyes wanting to practically kill yourself with the fake ass act you just put up.

“Guess we’re going late-night clubbing?” Angie laughed out.

“Sorry, guess so.” You said. You hated wrapping Angie up in your shit, but he was a very apologetic person and understood your shit, just as you understood his, so you were sure you would win him back over with a night of drinks at the bar on another evening.

You two took showers and dressed in some of your nicest.

About an hour later,

The smell of Cologne, Perfume and a hint of weed was present in your shared room as you two finished getting ready.

From the corner of your eye, you could see both yours and Angie’s phone buzz and light up with what was most likely the address, so you picked it up and there it was.

666 MorningStar Ave.

“Your driver will drop you two in the front, Amor.”

You rolled your eyes, of course he’d schedule a driver to keep his eyes on you two at all times, when did he not?

Angie stood by the door, fixing up his hair and was ready when you were. You grabbed your purse and took your hand in his as you two walked out of the room with utmost class.

Husk noticed you two, and grinned at Angel “N’other long night?”

“Too long to possibly forget.” Angel responded with a smirk as he kept walking with you.

The innuendo Angel meant was there for sure, but you kept quiet to not mess up the little flirtatious moment between the two; after all, it was pretty cute.

You two made your way past the foyer and push the large doors open to the outside world. It was a rather cold night and neither of you had jackets of any sort on; but no worries though, because when the alcohol hit you were sure you’d be feeling warm all over.

Waiting in the parking lot, there was a very sleek and shiny red limousine with a driver who looked like eye candy with gold grills in her mouth.

What seemed to be an assistant or staff member, came around to the side of the limo facing you two and hastily opened the door.

With a thank you nod, you two slid into the back of the limo as the demon shut the door behind you.

As music began to play, and the limo took off, y’all noticed there were drinks galore; everything you could think of.

Crafted wines, beers, liquor and hennessy of all kids stored in coolers and refrigerators across the bottom of the vehicle doors.

Any other day, you would think of drinking before heading into the club, but today was an exception, just because it felt nice to feel loose and let go of everything just for a moment even if it only lasted a good 45 minutes.

As those 45 minutes pass by in what seems like seconds, you arrive at a private club that looks to be invite only and you can already tell what kind of night this is by seeing some of your regulars and Angel’s as well.

As you part through crowds of hundreds of people, you make your way to the seating area near the center stage where female and male dancers are performing.

You were sure Val and Vox were watching you two from somewhere around here, but you were just too fucked up from all the drinks to know exactly from where.

Then a sharp whistle form Vox came from your left as you and Angie turned to see Vox with Val following behind him; devilish as always.

“Sheeshhh” Vox buzzed, as his tv screen went static.

“You two look stunning, don’tcha think Val?”

“Why of course, I’m glad you two could make it, Amorcitos.” “We love to have you here.”

“Looks like you guys have a hell of a party going, huh?” You yelled as you didn’t think you could be heard because of all the loud music and noise bumping in the club.

Certainly, though we were hoping to show you a real party if you two’d like, follow us Amado.”

You knew Val oh too well, he wasn’t asking y’all, he was telling yall, and what position would you be in to deny his order?

part 2 ???

[trashcanfanfics]

How would the overlords react to their s/o ignoring them for a long time?

Oof, why would you want to ignore any of these lovely demons? (Besides Val)

Alastor:

*You had decided to see how long you could ignore Alastor

*Big mistake

*He told you good morning and you didn't answer, which confused him

*Then he repeated it and you STILL didn't answer

*He saw you holding back a smile and he knew what you were doing

*Well, two can play at this game!

*The rest of the day, he'd trip you up and poke your sides and tell jokes and everything he could to get you to acknowledge him

*Hardly anything worked and so he tried his last resort

*He stood in front of you, grabbed your face and leaned in to kiss you, but stopped just as he was about to and then walked off

*Your face was red and you were miffed

*You chased after him, shouting to come back and kiss you

Rosie:

*She woke up and greeted you fondly but you didn't answer

*"My love?" No answer

*She figured that you were just half asleep and decided to let you wake up a bit

*As the day went on, she noticed that not only were you not answering her, you didn't even acknowledge her presence

*She was hurt

*She asks you so softly if she did anything to upset you

*You immediately tell her no and go to hug her and kiss her

*You promise that you'll never do that again and she's relieved that you aren't ignoring her anymore

Valentino:

*In all reality, he didn't really notice because he was gone at work all day

*He came home and you weren't speaking to him, so he assumed you were mad that he had to work all day

*Comes over to you and coos and kisses you to make you feel better but you didn't acknowledge him

*Confused moth noises

*He apologizes and says he'll text or call next time but you still don't answer

*"Babycakes? What's wrong?" No answer

*He huffs and sits next to you and pokes you until you snort and look at him

*He's glad that you aren't actually mad and were trying to prank him but will be getting you back for this

Velvet:

*You weren't answering her texts, or picking up your phone when she called so she assumed the worst

*She went over to your place and came in to see you eating cereal on your couch

*As relieved as she was, she was beyond confused

*Maybe you didn't have your phone on you

*"Love muffin? You didn't answer my texts?"

*You didn't even look at her and she got even more confused and slightly hurt

*"Baby?" Still no answer

*She poked your face and there was STILL no reaction!

*She frowned and knitted her eyebrows

*She asked if you were mad at her and what she could do to fix it

*You reassured her that she didn't do anything and were trying to prank her

*She sighed and said that she was worried but giggled a bit because you got her

Vox:

*"Hey sweetheart, what should we watch tonight?" No answer

*He looked back at you to see you were too engrossed in your computer and chuckled

*Decides to jump scare you by projecting his face on your screen

*There was not reaction as you kept on typing as if your life depended on it

*He went back to his own screen and frowned

*Goes over to poke you and still doesn't get a reation

*Your phone goes off and you look over to it and send back a text to whoever it was before going back to your mindless typing

*He huffs, maybe you weren't engrossed at all

*He pokes you again before tugging on your shirt collar

*"Don't ignore me" No answer

*He furrows his eyebrows and picks you up before walking back over to the couch

*You are plopped on it and he lays on top of you

*You wanna ignore him? Fine, you're not getting up then

[jebblyphishes]

I dunno if you have to many requests yet but if you don't I have an idea!! okay so, valentino, mm maybe vox andddd asmodeus (I know you get lots of request for him but I luv himmm) are enjoying an outing or a date with their s/o (they) them) until all of a sudden some douche comes up and starts flirting with s/o and completely ignoring their partner! oh no! what will they do??? <3

Probably not entirely what you had in mind but I go when the inspiration takes me!

Valentino

They're as exclusive as possible. It's not quite an open relationship, but Valentino likes to play with his merchandise, and when his S/O isn't around, he likes to have a few of his employees on his person. S/O is a bit of a flirt, but otherwise, they're pretty loyal to Valentino. They always discuss if they want to sleep with someone else, and it usually ends up as some sort of threesome or voyeur show.

It was a little different when they were alone or if they decided to go out on a proper date. Their focus was each other, and they acted so lovey-dovey it made people do a double-take to make sure that was really the 'Lust and Depravity Overlord'.

One of Valentino's hands is always on them, holding their hand, resting it on their back, around their shoulder or waist. He liked to buy them presents and treat them to their favourite foods. He really was a moth to a flame when it came to them.

Full cafe's with waiting lists would make room for them, Valentino would 'convince them that something not on the menu could be sourced if they tried hard enough. Then, he'd threaten, sweet talk or pay whatever he had to to make sure his S/O was happy. Everyone knew that.

So, that's why it was a surprise when the Overlord stepped away to organise something special for dessert with the restaurant manager and came back to find some fool in his seat. The idiot was leaned on the table, S/O's hand caught in theirs and a disinterested look on their face. "Let go before you lose that hand, asshole."

"You'd be prettier if you kept that mouth shut," They looked S/O up and down with a smirk, "Or maybe if it was wrapped around my -Argh!! Fuck!!" They let out a yell as a knife impaled their hand to the table.

"Ouch! Val! You knicked me!" They pulled their hand from the now loosened grip of the stranger and examined the minuscule cut on their finger.

"I'm sorry, Baby, you know I hate when people touch my stuff." Two of his hands cupped theirs, and he pressed kisses to the barely bleeding digit. A third hand twisted the knife into the other's hand despite them crying, and his fourth clicked at the wait staff to instruct them to find a less bloody table so they could finish their date.

Vox

Vox was an asshole at times. Sometimes he would forget dates or spend too much time on his phone talking about some business venture or another. He didn't mean to, but he was one of the biggest technology providers in the pride ring, and Valentino wasn't a good businessman. He tended to shoot people when he didn't like the terms.

His S/O tried to be patient with him, but sometimes they got mad or worse - they cried. Immediately Vox would stop whatever he was doing and do his best to make it up to them. One day they were going to leave him, and he knew it would be his fault.

No matter how many presents or upgrades on their tech he gave them, it was his attention they wanted. The Overlord had told them to come to the studio and promised that they would go out the second he was done with his last client. He had booked their favourite place and left the most enormous bouquet of flowers he could find at the reception for his S/O.

"You know he's going to bail on you, right?" The person on reception said smoothly, idly toying with one of the many roses in the bouquet. "That's why he left this here, to soften the blow when he says he can't make it because he's busy."

"...That's not true," S/O said and rechecked the clock - Vox was running late." They gasped as they felt a hand slide around their middle, and they were suddenly pulled to the other, "Get the hell off me!"

"Oh, come on, cutie." They licked their lips lewdly and grinned, "I'm hot, you're hot, Voxxy ain't gonna be fucking you tonight, so why don't we head out. You're probably lonely... and he doesn't care."

S/O opened their mouth to retort. However, they felt static in the air and heard a buzzing as the lights flickered along the hall. "If he didn't care - then why are you about to meet your second death?"

"Wha-?!" They yelped as they felt a hand on the back of their throat and a violent pull. Seeing the Overlord and the electricity zapping about him, the receptionist nearly pissed himself, screaming as lightning flowed through their every nerve, leaving their skin smoking whilst Vox looked apologetically at his lover.

Dropping the asshole trying to steal his S/O, the demon straightened his suit a little, then he reached for their hand and kissed their head. "Sorry I overran; I was trying to make sure we get good seats - you like the balcony, right?" His S/O nodded, and Vox sent a quick text to the cleaners to get rid of the mess he had made. He then made a show of turning off his phone and put it in his S/O's pocket. "All yours!"

Asmodeus

Despite popular belief, Asmodeus didn't actually sleep with anything that moved. He had his favourites and on and off again partners - each and everyone he treasured for different reasons. But he would outlive most of them, or the lust would dwindle between them, or sometimes lust got a little too blurred, and it felt too close to love.

Love wasn't necessarily a lust killer, but it wasn't in his nature. His S/O understood that, and they got on like an imp circus on fire. They were currently inseparable, and everyone knew that S/O's lust was for Asmodeus's consumption only, unless they felt like a bit of menage a trois.

Asmodeus was easily one of the largest demon's in the lounge. He was undoubtedly the most noticeable, and S/O had been by his side the entire night, flirting with Asmodeus and a few of the regulars or staff. At one point, Fizzarolli had 'kidnapped' S/O and refused to give them back until the demon prince gave the jester a kiss.

Perhaps all of this was why one of the guests made the presumption that S/O was available to anyone. They were sat on Asmodeus's knee, the demon's large finger petting their head idly as he discussed an upcoming event with one of the acts that had performed that night. Then, suddenly, they felt a pull on their ankle and looked down at the douchiest looking demon they had ever seen before. "Hey sugar ass, why don't you come down off that giant cock and sit on mine instead." He then dared to wink.

Slowly, luminous green eyes turned to fix the idiot with an intrigued gaze; Asmodeus wasn't sure he had heard that correctly. Was this fuck boy flirting with his S/O whilst they were sat on his lap, in his own club?

The audacity!

"Oh, sweet thing," S/O looked up when they heard him purr, a neon smile on his face but a mean look in his eyes, "Is that little bug down there bothering you?"

They pretended to give it some thought, looking down at the guest only now deciding they may have messed up, then back at Asmodeus before snuggling into his chest, "You know I hate bugs, Ozzie."

Some people had a kink for being stepped on - apparently not the dumbass stupid enough to flirt with the Embodiment of Lust's S/O. His screams were rather delightful though~.

[fluffy-bunbunny]

What is the complete storyline? Is Valentino an abusive ass in this one 2? If so, why does Angel let him around Whitey? And why does Alastor treat him the way he does?

Part 1:

Valentino took Angel Dust and made him a star.

He surrounded Angel with his cigarette smoke and promised him all the riches of hell if he worked obediently for him, he just had to say "yes" to everything and be a very submissive boy.

Drugs ran through his blood. He couldn't live without inhaling that red smoke, Angel needed it in his life, if he didn't breathe it, became nervous, depressed and hysterical.

Being close to Valentino was the only thing that made him happy and he would endure any abuse for his dose of drugs.

Angel worked hard to earn a position as his right hand man and also a position in the heart of the Moth. His life was drugs, fame and money, Valentino adored Angel and was about to confess.

Angel was sickly in love, dependent, would have done anything to make him happy... But he made a mistake that would cost him everything.

Valentino lost a lot of money, territory and fame, because of a mission that Angel failed and Valentino swore by his life that Angel was going to give him back every dollar that he lost because of his mistake.

Angel Dust was overexploited to the point of fainting, consuming more drugs every day to stay on his feet and earn Valentino's forgiveness. He cursing himself every day, every second for having defrauded in this way the one he had "saved" him from poverty and had made him a recognized star.

The debt went on and on growing. As time went by, Valentino added disproportionate interests with which he kept Angel in misery. Their relationship was totally broken and Vox entered the game.

So many years passed. Still, Angel Dust thought there would come a point where Val would forgive him and they would have that beautiful dream relationship again, that idealized relationship, for which he cried every night.

Sales began to drop, Valentino proposed as a novelty to turn Angel into a woman and reach a new audience. Angel was terrified at the idea, but he would do anything... to please Valentino.

Many experiments later, it was possible, Angel Dust would now be a woman. She would shoot straight porn for a limited time and that would boost sales. Val was beaming, happy and that made Angel happy too.

Angel was still very sore from all the experiments they did on him... Although for Val there was nothing that some sex would not solve and Angel enjoyed the few times that Valentino was kind.

Angel Dust returned to the Happy Hotel, to recover and get used to her new body.

Alastor has always been an egocentric who only thinks about himselft, but seeing Angel in his new body caused him curiosity, and he approached to find out more; he unconsciously acted as a cordial and polite man, the feminine essence made him lower his guard. Angel in his new body made him more friendly, as he always was with women, a cordial and educated man.

A drink, a few caresses, one thing led to another. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just a one night stand.

Cap 2 The recordings were going very well, but Angel felt bad, dizzy, disgusted and somewhat weak. He went to the doctor and received the horrible news: an unwanted pregnancy.

Angel was very sure it was Valentino's, because he was the first to "taste" his new body.

They tried to abort him in a thousand ways, cause for them it was only a hindrance, but Angel's body was not resisting: weak, thin and sunk in drugs... And Valentino was not going to lose his source of income.

Although it did not seem like it, after the initial shock the idea didn't seem so bad. Valentino, in his egocentricity, wanted to leave offsprings and have a "Mini-Me", he wanted something of his own blood, something made by himself and the more time passed, the more he got excited about the idea.

Angel… He was happy to make Valentino happy and he dreamed of a family, a good family, not like the one he had in human life, a family with parents who would love his children.

This new beginning brought Val and Angel back together, who began to reconcile, fantasizing about a happy and powerful family.

Even so, Angel Dust didn't stop doing porn and only added the tag “pregnant”.

The expected day arrived, after a long wait a little white-haired male baby was born in hell. Angel returned to his masculine form immediately after that.

A soft fluff surrounding his neck… And deer ears decorated his head.

Valentino didn't take the news well at all, he felt betrayed and used, exploded in anger.

He had them both killed.

Angel Dust, using all of his strength, took off running towards the Happy Hotel, with Valentino shooting to kill and with Vox's dogs hot on his heels.

He barely managed to arrive, exhausted and broken, just in time to reach Alastor's arms and ask for asylum, who didn't understand anything, but would not let Valentino, least of all Vox, were to cause problems in his hotel.

Big was his surprise when he found out that this little boy was his son, someone with whom he never had a single connection, who only had a one night stand, came to bring him his little newborn.

After the chaos, Charlie took Angel and the little one in, while Alastor made sure to guard the place without letting Valentino carry out revenge on him.

days passed and Angel thought about killing his own son if it brought him Valentino's forgiveness, but he knew it, nothing could heal such a broken relationship.

On his side, Alastor avoided getting close to Angel and the little boy, not knowing how to react and how to take on his fatherly role, watching them from afar and stalking them around the hotel.

Alastor made it clear to the pimp and his square-faced lover that if anything happened to his son's 'mother', he would destroy them without thinking.

Knowing that they couldn't kill him, but Val and Vox came up with a good plan to keep making his life miserable.

Cap 3 Final.

Val demanded that Angel return to work as soon as he could, so he would continue to exploit him and make his life miserable, knowing that in the end he wasn't in a relationship with the red demon and a deal... It's a deal: all Angel belonged to Valentino by contract.

Alastor made it clear to the pimp that if anything happened to the spider, he would eat his body for dinner.

Little by little Alastor got closer to Angel (not in a romantic way) to get to know his little one better. After some debate, he ended up being named White: on one hand a name that sounded appropriate for Alastor and on the other hand, for being a nickname for cocaine (White dust, White powder, White rock). His little one "Whitey".

(Here I make a clarification, that there was never an agreement on the name in general and Whitey's first name is Alastor Jr)

Alastor Jr White.

... But White hates it and prefers to be called Whitey, Witty, Whitie, etc)

Angel didn't want to make Alastor uncomfortable, he didn't even trust him, as he felt that it would be easier for the Lord to eat Whitey than to bear an unwanted child with someone like him.

Somewhat overprotective and without wanting to get away from his baby, he preferred to take Whitey to work, leaving him in charge of other porn actresses while he worked. Whittie was still a months old baby and he wouldn't remember or know what was going on around him.

Thus, Whitey's childhood was spent in the arms of actresses and prostitutes. Angel just came out of filming, took a shower and ran to pick up his son.

Valentino avoided Angel because he felt that if he saw him he would destroy his face with rage, but he never imagined meeting the little one.

The girls huddled together to give affection to that small and tender being, they filled him with kisses with lipstick and hugged him with the smell of cheap cologne, remembering their children they had in life. He started to be a "everyone's son" in the studio.

The pimp was curious about the situation and went to see, running into the baby. He had angry feelings when he saw him, he had waited for him for so long, he had wanted him and he had even bought things for his arrival and now he was in front of him... But It wasn't his son, yet Val had loved him for so long that the feeling couldn't go away easily.

Valentino took him in his arms and felt something inside him, White smiled for him and wagged his tail happily.

When Angel Dust finished filming, he saw Valentino surrounded by the other actresses with his baby in his arms, laughing loudly and playing with him. His heart clenched at the thought that he could hurt him... but he didn't, he looked happy and Whitey too.

Despite the fright, Angel couldn't refuse to let Valentino approach Whitie, because he would get in trouble with the pimp, so he just stayed on the sidelines, making sure that the little one didn't enrage the madman who was his boss.

As a result, Angel, Val and Whitt began to spend time together, creating a false sense of 'happy family', one where Angel would see Valentino smile daily at this new 'toy' he gave birth to for him.

The one who was not happy was Vox, who had made a baby specifically for Valentino (Bytez), to fulfill his frustrated dream of being a father, but Valentino had cruelly rejected him after becoming fond with Whittie.

On his side, Alastor promised to give his son the best possible life.

He placed high expectations on him, relying on his ego in wanting to raise him as someone faultless, Alastor wanted him to be perfect, a worthy son of him, one that people admired and feared, a powerful being like him who could dominate the masses.

Whitey was still a baby but Alastor saw a lot of potential. Knowing that Angel was taking him to his work was not to his liking, much less knowing that his son was in the hands of someone like Valentino.

When he was barely old enough to learn, Whitey passed into the hands of Alastor, who gave him tutors and teachers, molding him from a young age with a strict regimen.

Alastor's high expectations destroyed his bond with Whitie, always demanding more of him, always demanding a perfection that he couldn't achieve. In his youth, he did't know how to shoot a weapon (and when he learned he had a horrible aim) he didn't hide his feelings behind a smile like him, he was explosive and affectionate, he had a hard time controlling his inner power. Spending father and son time was a headache for both of them: always fighting, always arguing, too different to get along.

Alastor saw his son as a disappointment and even as a danger, because he had to control that his bad temper didn't cause greater havoc, controlling the power in him.

Unlike Valentino, the pimp loved to see Whitey be destructive, be messy and boisterous, be dirty and annoying. He loved taking him to fast food and limousine rides, using him as a weapon for his enemies, watching him tear people apart and bathe his white skin in blood, watching him devour his victims like a wild animal.

Val gave him the acceptance and attention that Alastor denied him since he was a child, the paternal hugs, the words of encouragement, hearing him say "I'm proud of you", "you are the king" "you can achieve what you propose".

And so was his life, between the studio and the happy hotel. Loving Angel, hating Alastor and loving his “uncle / stepfather” Valentino.

[jetsetlife138]

Imaginary - Chapter 8

Rating: Mature for this chapter, but Explicit in future chapters

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: A mysterious device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional human that has been cast into Hell. Pentagram City’s residents are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with different intentions. Chapter Warnings: Abuse, Kidnapping Attempt, Non-Consensual Touching Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

The walk to Valentino’s office… or… headquarters… or lair… or whatever you wanted to call it was uncomfortable at best. Angel guided you through the streets of Pentagram City, making sure to deviate from the main roads by taking back alleys and seedy shortcuts to ensure that you remained unnoticed by Hell’s residents. You were afraid to ask how he knew about the obscure alternate routes, but considering his profession, which you had learned was an adult film star who alternated as a hooker, you supposed that he would be well-versed in that sort of thing. 

“Listen, toots. If anyone asks, I didn’t set this up. Got it?” the spider demon urged, hustling down the alley.

“Why would that matter?”

“Because!” he snapped, slowing down so that you could keep up with his long legs. “I don’t wanna be the one who catches shit when the little princess realizes you snuck out right from under her nose. And I especially don’t wanna take the blame when Smiles discovers you’re gone.”

“What difference does it make if Alastor finds out?” you asked, perplexed. “I mean, I can understand Charlie. She’s giving you free housing, and you’re already on thin ice with Vaggie, but Alastor doesn’t have anything to do with you being there.”

He cackled maliciously. “Babe, you really are too much. Whether you wanna admit it or not, Smiles is obsessed with you. If he finds out that I took you to Big Vee, someone he’s not too fond of, I might add, he’ll probably eat me - and not in the way I’d like him to,” he added, grinning salaciously.

Much to your horror, you then began approaching a building with the words Porn Studios plastered on the front in bright red letters.

“Val… works in the porn industry?” you inquired, a hint of contempt in your voice.

“It’s a thriving business, baby. If you were looking for a ‘respectable’ establishment, you ain’t gonna find one a those in Hell. Get used to it.”

The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Valentino ran Hell’s gritty underbelly, and if he was in charge of the porn and prostitution industries, surely he was in a place of power.

When you reached the empty lobby inside, Angel motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs. “I’ll go an’ let him know you’re here. Sit tight.”

The moment he disappeared through one of the doors, a slight sense of dread fell over you, causing you to stir uncomfortably in your seat. Wringing your hands nervously, your thoughts began to wander. Did you just make a huge mistake? Should you have put your trust in Angel? Why didn’t anyone else mention Valentino as a trusted source before? 

It was too much. You shouldn’t have gone there. A feeling in your gut was telling you to run and avoid this place at all costs.

Just as you had gotten up to leave, Angel came back through the doors. “He’s ready for you, toots. Come on back.”

“Angel… I--” you started to protest before he cut you off.

“You wanted answers, didn’t chya? He’s not known for his patience, babe. Come on, let’s go.”

Against your better judgement, you followed him back, swallowing thickly and trying to keep your nerves steady.

As you approached a large wooden door, Angel knocked twice before holding the door open for you. Hesitantly, you walked past him into a large office with tacky decor. Risque pictures lined the dark purple walls and a giant furry pink couch sat in the corner. Beneath your feet was a zebra-skin rug, which you were sure had been an inhabitant of Hell at one point.

At the very end of the room was a large and intimidating desk with a tall chair behind it that was faced away from you. Once you were just a few feet away, the chair swiveled, revealing a red-eyed demon adorned with a fancy flush coat and heart-shaped glasses. His outfit made him seem much less sinister than you were sure he probably was.

“Well, what do we have here?” he hissed, cracking a fanged smile. “Angie, when you told me that you were bringing me a living human, you didn’t say that she’d be so… delicious.”

Angel chuckled awkwardly, brushing past you to stand closer to Valentino.

“Don’t be shy, sugar. Come a little closer to Daddy and let me get a good look at you.”

Struggling to hide your grimace, you took a few more steps forward. Feeling his eyes scanning your form, you crossed your arms defensively, as if trying to physically hold yourself together.

The demon hummed thoughtfully before he stood up from his chair, gliding smoothly around his desk before he stopped directly in front of you.

Holy shit. He was tall. Even taller than Angel.

Pursing his lips, he circled you, inspecting you like a vulture honing in on its prey. Eventually, he stopped in front of you before demanding, “Sit still for me, sugar.”

He then placed a large hand over your chest, not in a sexual way, but as if he was trying to feel your heartbeat. Closing his eyes for a moment, you felt a strange tingling sensation where his hand was only briefly before he pulled it away with a smile plastered on his face.

Stepping away from you, he leaned back on his desk in a casual position before addressing you. “So, my little worker bee here tells me that you’re looking for some insight. That right?”

Unable to speak, you nodded your head.

“Walk me through what happened. Give Daddy all the intricate little details, baby. Don’t leave anything out.”

You wrinkled your nose as his use of the word daddy. It was incredibly off putting and didn’t at all appeal to you, but you went along with it anyway.

Clearing your throat, you started to speak, your voice shaking. “W-well… I-I was out shopping with my friends, and I saw a television that was a few decades old… probably from the seventies, at least. The remote control was next to the t.v. I picked it up, turned it on, and suddenly I was thrust into this place. That’s all I can remember.”

“Hmm,” he hummed aloud, tapping his index finger on his chin. “How very peculiar.”

“Whadya thinkin’, Val?” Angel Dust pressed, just as intrigued.

“Angie, baby… why don’t you run and get Vox. I’m sure he’d be interested to hear this little human’s story.”

“Y-you sure, boss?” Angel asked, hesitating.

Valentino narrowed his eyes at the spider. “Are you really going to waste my time with stupid questions?”

“But… you said this would be discreet-”

SLAP

You winced as Valentino backhanded Angel Dust, causing the spider to stumble back, holding his now tender cheek with a shocked expression on his face.

“Remember your place and do as you’re fucking told,” the demon snarled, baring his teeth at his inferior. “Now.”

Frowning, Angel Dust gave you a subtly apologetic glance before sauntering out of the room, leaving you alone with the pimp.

Even though you were genuinely upset at how Valentino treated Angel, you couldn’t bring yourself to act on your anger. When you had lost your cool with Lucifer, it was different because you were surrounded by Charlie and Alastor and you had the luxury of voicing your outrage, as foolish as it may have been. In your current predicament, however, you were utterly alone and at the mercy of Valentino. Clearly, you were out of your league. 

“Um,” you stammered, practically trembling where you stood and wanting to ease the quiet tension. “Wh-who is Vox?”

“He’s an associate of mine,” the demon purred. “Something tells me that he’ll be able to enlighten us to your little predicament.”

“Really?” you pressed, partially intrigued, partially terrified. “Why do you say that?”

Before he could respond, another voice could be heard approaching. “Seriously, Val? You’re gonna send your whore to fetch me like I’m some kind of bitch who’s at your beck and call? You can’t just-- oh.”

The new demon froze as he entered the room and laid eyes on you. The sight of him was just as alarming to you as you had been to him. Rather than a zoomorphic creature, it was like he was a cross between a human and a television set. He was about as tall as Alastor, sporting a striped tuxedo with a black and red striped shirt underneath. His red bowtie prominently stood out in comparison to grey undershirt.

On top of his flat-screen t.v. head, he had a black top hat with sound waves etched into it. His eyes were red with one of them containing black rings around the pupil. His entire appearance was unsettling to say the least. 

“And who do we have here?” Vox asked, his tone immediately changing from irritated to seductive.

You hadn’t realized that Valentino had moved next to you while you were distracted by Vox’s entrance. He entangled one of his fingers into a strand of your hair, twirling it around his lengthy digit, causing you to flinch. “This is the human that we’ve been hearing about all over the Seven Rings,” Val whispered close to your ear. “She has quite an interesting story. Why don’t you be a doll and tell my associate here what happened to you, sugar?”

Inhaling a shaky breath, you repeated your story about the television set. As you spoke, Vox’s eyes widened in shock as he exchanged glances with Valentino who had a menacing smirk on his face. As you finished your story, Vox had a similar expression to Val as he eyed you hungrily.

“Excuse us for a moment, won’t you, baby? Daddy’s gotta have a little chat,” Val snickered as he pulled Vox aside and stepped into the room adjacent to the one you were in.

You briefly wondered what had happened to Angel Dust until their whispers brought your attention back to them. Unable to stop yourself, you stepped closer to the doorway, listening in on their conversation. It was difficult to make out anything that they were saying, but you caught certain things here and there.

“...didn’t think that it would actually work! By the time I heard that there was a human…”

“...exactly what we wanted. What’s even better is that she came to us…” 

“...not going to go quietly. Her little friends at that rancid hotel…” 

“...just do it. We’ve waited too long for this…”

From what you had heard, you weren’t at all liking where this was going. Everything inside of you was telling you to run.

Just as you were looking for an escape, the demons came back into the room with venomous grins on their faces. “Going somewhere?” Vox asked, interpreting your actions.

“I-I need to get back. The others will be looking for me soon, and I--”

“Now, now,” Valentino cooed as he towered over you, running a finger down your arm. “You just got here. It would be rude to leave so soon.”

All of the courage that you had gathered over your time in hell had immediately dissipated. There was no way that you could overpower two demons. It was clear that you were at their mercy. “Please…” you begged, still looking for an exit. “I was just looking for a way home. I didn’t mean--”

“Don’t worry, fleshling,” Vox soothed with false sweetness as he also caressed your face, giving you unwanted chills. “We’re going to get you home. But first… we’re going to have a little fun with you.”

“W-what do you mean by fun ?” you asked, not really wanting to hear the answer, but trying to buy time until you could come up with a crafty escape.

“Oh, don’t you worry, sugar. We’re going to take good care of you,” the moth demon purred as he continued to fondle your clothes. “You’re ours now.”

“You know, I do really hate those who can’t show a little more respect to those of fairer means,” a familiar voice interrupted.

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Never did you think that you would be so relieved to hear that eerie static-filled voice.

Valentino and Vox immediately went rigid, but kept their hands where they were on your body. “It’s rather distasteful,” the Radio Demon continued, emerging from the shadows. His eyes were radiating a crimson glow and his smile was even more malevolent than you had seen it in the past. “Like bad meat.”

The tension in the room was palpable as Alastor’s antlers seemed to lengthen in height and width. The dark circles under his eyes appeared once more and his pupils turned to dials as his teeth elongated to emphasize his already terrifying grin. “If you would, kindly remove your hands from her.”

“No one asked you to intervene, Bullwinkle,” Vox snapped, tightening his grip on your arm.

“What?” Valentino asked, suddenly distracting and quirking a brow at his cohort. “Bullwinkle is a fucking moose.”

“So what? They both have antlers,” Vox countered, shrugging. “Who fucking cares?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt what I’m sure would be a fascinating lover’s quarrel,” Alastor teased, earning a growl from the other demons, “But I really must be on my way.”

“No one’s stopping you!” Vox pointed out, baring his electric blue teeth. “But you’re not taking the fleshling with you.”

“If you refuse to relinquish the human to me, I’m afraid I’ll have to take a more aggressive approach. I’m sure no one wants that,” Alastor remarked, tilting his head mockingly, his frightening appearance still in place.

“You really want to threaten us?” Valentino questioned with a chuckle, his eyes flashing from behind his heart-shaped glasses. “We’ll annihilate you.”

“Oh, ho, ho,” Alastor laughed, straightening his monocle. “As much as I would enjoy proving you wrong, I’m afraid you’re confused. You see, I’m here to ensure that the human remains safe before she is claimed by Lucifer. He has very specific plans for her, and, as I’m sure you can imagine, he won’t be thrilled if he finds out his prized possession is being held hostage in this… fine establishment,” he sneered at the last part of his statement.

The two demons exchanged worried glances with one another, hesitating before speaking. “Lucifer wants her?” Vox pressed, eyes darting between you and his partner-in-crime.

“That’s correct,” Alastor replied, not bothering to mask the smug undertone. “I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell the King of Hell that his shiny new toy is being soiled by two clueless brutes. Would you?”

“Fuck,” Valentino grumbled before gripping your shoulders and thrusting you back into Alastor, where you landed harshly aganst his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you, his clawed fingers digging into your shoulders posessively. 

Vox glared at Val with disbelief as he stammered, “You’re just handing her over?! She’s the key--”

“Shut the fuck up, Vox,” Valentino snarled, narrowing his eyes and giving him a subtle, unspoken warning. “It’s not the last we’ll see of her.”

Fuming, Vox remained silent as his eyes flashed at Alastor. Valentino then bent down, his eyes boring into yours as he whispered, “We’ll see you soon, sugar.” Sitting up, his lip curled as he addressed Alastor once more.  “Now get out.”

With a flick of one of his ears and no other words exchanged, Alastor relinquished his hold on you and escorted you out, moving so quickly that you had to practically run in order to keep up with him. 

“Alastor,” you addressed him breathlessly, “Just… wait a minute--”

“Not here, darling,” he urged, still moving with urgent haste.

After nearly fifteen minutes of power walking, you had reached the hotel. The moment the door shut behind you in the lobby, you glared at the Radio Demon while struggling to catch your breath. After a few moments of tension, you asked, “Is that really what you think of me? A ‘shiny new toy’ for Lucifer’s entertainment?”

Alastor, who had returned to his far less threatening appearance, simply smirked while twirling his hand and summoning his microphone before leaning on it casually. “No, sweetheart. That’s not all I really think of you.”

“What the fuck, Alastor,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself. “You’re a god damned enigma! Is this how you get your rocks off? You tormented me when I first got here by making not-so-subtle threats and touching me constantly like a weirdo. Then you suddenly became nice and supportive, and after Lucifer, it  seemed like you were actually going to help me, only to then make it seem like you’re just biding time until you can hand me over to him! What’s your game?! Is this how you drive your prey crazy before you slaughter them? Why are you such a creepy bastard?! What did I ever do to you to deserve these mind games?!”

Yikes. You didn’t mean to let all of that spill out at once, but you couldn’t help yourself. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. What’s worse was that during your rant, Alastor just gawked at you, seemingly unfazed. If anything, he was entertained, which only made you more upset.

After a few seconds of silence and him just staring at you with an amused expression, you emphasized, “Well?! Answer me!”

He then sat up straight, making his microphone disappear into a cloud of smoke before approaching you. Just as you were about to snap at him again, his long arm circled around your waist, pulling you close while cupping your face with his hand, running his thumb along your cheek. Before you could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours, moving against you in a deep and sensual kiss, making you forget the world around you.

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Awesome, Helpless

((Sequel to this and based off of the Addict music video. Buckle up, this is a long bitch it gets heavy at points because that video was heavy as fuck and this is how I cope-))

After sweeping up the last dollar bill into his hands, Angel stood up straight, making sure to trail his fingers up his thighs with the motion. Then he turned on his heels, walked up the catwalk and to the main part of the stage. He shot the crowd one last seductive look before the curtains closed and the stage lights went out.

“Well, I can’t say that was really my taste in entertainment,” Alastor spoke up from his seat at the table, “But he did certainly put on a performance. Brava!~”

Husk slammed his glass down on the table with a muffled thunk against the table cloth.

“Yer jus’ glad it’s over, aincha?” the winged feline piped up.

“Certainly!”

“Even with his voice, I still get his gender confused. Why does he do that with his chest floof?” Nifty added.

“Because his audience is gross and he knows it,” Vaggie said flatly.

Charlie was immediately scanning around the scrambling crowd for the spider demon.

Yes, she was aware that he’d need to get dressed after his show, but she wanted to be able to spot him as soon as he came back.

Soon enough, there she spotted him, emerging by the stage. It wasn’t hard to notice him, he was nine feet tall and almost pure white. He was practically a beacon.

“Come on, guys! Let’s go congratulate him!” the blonde said, immediately standing up.

The princess rushed off with the sinners in towe. 

It didn’t take long for Angel to take notice of the approaching group and grin. He walked towards them in wide strides

As the space between them closed, Charlie’s nose twitched and wrinkled a bit. Her sensitive nose had picked up something rather sickly sweet coming off of Angel. It was a scent that already subtly wafted in the establishment enough that no one else would notice, but it smelt more concentrated off of the pornstar. Like perfume. But it wasn’t his usual perfume, that was for sure.

At the very least his sweat dulled down the scent some…

“What’s with the face, toots?” Angel prodded as soon as he and the group stopped in front of each other.

“You smell funny,” she answered without thinking.

Alastor chuckled behind her, clearly amused.

“Well, yeah,” Angel said with a snort, “I jus’ got finished dancin’ a storm up there, baby. ‘Course I’m gonna be smellin’ a bit rank.”

Charlie opened her mouth to reply to that, but decided against it. Instead, she smiled wide and grabbed him by the hand excitedly.

“You were terrific out there!”

“You certainly know your audience. I’ll give you that,” Vaggie added, a hand on her hip and a half smile on her face, “I guess I can see why you’re popular now.”

“I knew you were fluffy, but I didn’t realize you were this fluffy!” Nifty added.

Angel gave an amused and cocky grin.

“Thanks, gals~” he rang before his mismatched eyes trailed up to the men of the group, “And you...?~”

Husk rolled his eyes.

“It was fine, I guess.”

Alastor, meanwhile, chose not to comment, favoring just tilting his head to the side instead.

The spider demon merely shrugged.

“Eh, I’ll take those as compliments~”

The Radio Demon’s neck then straightened, eyes flicking past Angel.

Charlie’s sensitive black nose crinkled again. That same sweet smell from Angel. But much much more potent. And coming right towards them. That prompted her to turn her head to the source, the rest following suit.

Angel pulled away from her, the grin and pep all but fading.

A blue skinned moth demon, nearly a foot taller than Angel and wearing a bright red fluffy coat and hat, was walking towards the group. Rose tinted heart shaped shades glinted against the light of the club, and a golden tooth gleamed in that wide grin among the otherwise pink teeth. Accompanying him were two scantily clad demonesses, one cat like, and the other may or may not be an imp. Her eyes weren’t glowing in the dim lighting, so she may not have been.

“Angel cakes~” a rich, velvety voice greeted from the tall moth’s lips, “Do ya have my money?”

“Yes boss…” Angel muttered as he began digging around in his pillowy “cleavage”.

Ah. Boss. So this was Angel’s employer, then. Made sense.

The blue demon then looked at the others.

“I definitely recognize the Radio Demon, and one looks vaguely familiar. New friends of yours, sugar?”

Angel tensed up a bit at that but handed him the stack.

“No sir. They just work at the hotel I’m stayin’ at now,” he explained, “They’re more landlords than anything.”

Vaggie could only cock a brow at that.

“Sir”? This is the first time she’d ever heard Angel say that… unironically that is. So formal and polite… And yeah, this is his boss, but still. With how he behaved usually, she expected him to be bratty, or at least casual. It was… surreal…

Charlie extended a hand to shake, even despite the overwhelming scent assaulting her senses.

“I’m Charlie, the founder and owner of the Happy Hotel.”

Angel’s boss stared for a moment, gears turning in his head. Then, he started laughing. Low and slow for a moment, and then building it’s way up up up, all the way to gut busting. Even the two women with him started giggling.

The demon princess lowered her hand slightly, a tad discouraged now.

Vaggie, however, was more miffed than anything.

“What’s so funny?!” she growled.

“Holy shit, I remember now!” he blurted out, “You’re the princess from that interview! God, I haven’t laughed as hard as I have when I watched that shitshow in ages!”

“Well, at least we can both agree that it was quite entertaining,” Alastor chimed, “Don’t get used to that, however.”

The silver haired demoness looked about ready to blow a gasket. What stopped her from going around her girlfriend to punch this fucker in the face was a hand on her shoulder. Angel’s hand.

She looked up to see said spider demon looking down at her and shaking his head from side to side slowly.

She’d… never seen him look so… serious…! What the fuck!?

Charlie was about to completely lower her hand in defeat, but the laughter suddenly stopped, and one of the man’s own hand shot for hers, partially grabbing her wrist when he’d caught it in his grip.

“You can call me Valentino, baby doll~” he said cordially.

Charlie didn’t even have time to express any discomfort at the pet name before she was suddenly pulled closer to the pimp.

“Charmed!~” he added, his voice breathy.

At the “charmed”, bright red smoke rushed out of his mouth and into Charlie’s face. They saw it a few times during Angel’s show, but neither Charlie nor Vaggie knew where it came from. They just figured it was part of the show with how it interacted with Angel. At least until now.

That overly sweet scent again. But much more concentrated. Powerful. Overwhelmingly so. It blocked out all other scents, violently assaulting her senses. It was dizzying. She normally loved sweet smells, but there was such a thing as too fucking sweet! Too fucking much! And it was already too sweet in the air, and too much coming off of Angel. Even more so from Valentino. This. This just made her feel ill. Made her want to retch.

All the while, Angel was deathly stiff as he watched, his grip on the by now furious moth demoness much tighter. He had no idea what to do, what to say, all he could do was internally freak out-

Shit shit shit shit shit- Val, no! Not her! Don’t fuckin’ do this to her!

“Hey, what the hell!?” Vaggie snapped at her fellow moth.

She didn’t know what he was doing or why, but damn was she itching to bring out her spear-

Husk, Nifty, and Alastor exchanged knowing glances before, with a swish of the chimera demon’s large wings, the red smoke was fanned away and towards the two women with Valentino. Both of whom gladly inhaled it. The two then stared at each other, eyes half lidded.

Valentino’s smile ebbed slightly.

Huh… He was sure she inhaled at least some of it… and yet...

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that blowing smoke in someone’s face is rude?” Nifty chastised from below, “Shame!”

Alastor gently pulled Charlie away and out of the pimp’s grip by the shoulder in a casual motion.

“Then again, can’t expect any manners from someone who associates with Vox of all people.~”

Valentino’s attention was pulled away from the princess and onto the Radio Demon behind her. That let Angel relax enough to finally release Vaggie, who promptly moved to gently hold her girlfriend by the arms.

“Are you alright, Charlie?”

The blonde could only nod, still reeling from the assault on her senses.

Fuck, she could still taste it in the back of her throat. It was like being force fed cups and cups of nothing but pure honey. It stung!

“Speakin’ of Voxy, a shame he already left. He would have loved to have seen you, dear~” the pimp said.

“Rather fortunate that he did leave, because I do not share such sentiments,” Alastor responded rather curtly as he released Charlie’s shoulder once he was certain she was safe from anything further from Valentino.

“What does bring ya here anyways, baby?” the red clad moth continued, “I thought this wasn’t your scene. Didja finally decide to have some real fun?~”

“I would hardly consider this my definition of ‘real fun’,” the radio host scoffed, “I only came by Charlie’s insistence.”

Valentino snorted at that.

“I’m sure ya did, sweetheart…~”

The deer’s red eyes narrowed, his grin sharpening.

“You find yourself quite fortunate that I am temporarily sworn off of non self defense violence for the sake of my entertainment, or I would have made certain that you are no longer able to make such disgusting innuendos.”

After all, what sane person would check in if they felt the people working there were dangerous?

“Awwww… Learn to have fun…~” Valentino teased.

“Big Veeeeee…” the feline demoness whined, “Can we go back to the studio?~”

“Yes, daddy, I want to play, and there’s no good place to do so here~” the other agreed.

“Awh, you bitches needy?~ Alright, alright, we’ll head back…~”

The pimp’s attention finally returned to Angel.

“Angel baby, come on now.”

“W-Wait a minute,” Charlie spoke up without thinking, “Didn’t you get your money already? Shouldn’t he come back home with us now that he’s done?”

Valentino cocked his head to the side at her, his mostly pink grin quirked in amusement.

“Awh honey, donchu know how this works?~” he asked, his tone condescending, “I need to make sure that he has given me it all… Can’t have a sneaky lil’ whore tryna siphon more than their earnings off of me, you know~”

Angel hesitated, looking between the group and Valentino.

“Can’t you just count your money here?” Vaggie piped up, “It shouldn’t take that long, should it?”

Red eyes narrowed from behind heart shaped rose tinted lenses. He seemed to be struggling to keep his grin up.

“Didja not hear my bitches, sweetie? They wanna go now,” his face then softened when he looked at the spider demon, “Besides, we need to talk about his upcomin’ shoots. Don’t we, sugar?”

“... Yes mista Valentino,” Angel sighed out.

“We’ll have him back to your little joke- I mean hotel once we’re done with our business, ‘kay?”

He tucked away his stack of bills before wrapping his lower set of arms around the waists of the girls and using one of his top hands to make a beckoning motion with his finger.

“Come along, baby~” he cooed.

Before either of the girls could protest this further, Angel obediently followed after him, looking over his shoulder with an… unreadable expression.

“Well, see ya fuckas late-a, I guess.”

Once the four were gone, Charlie looked at the others anxiously. Something rubbed her the wrong way, and she couldn’t put her finger on what.

“Well! I think it’s about time we made ourselves scarce as well, wouldn’t you say!?” Alastor suddenly exclaimed.

Before anyone could respond, he ushered the group out the exit. 

They didn’t have to wait in the night long before the limo pulled up. Out of the front seat Dazzle emerged, floating to the door to open it and allow them inside. Everyone crawled in to find their places. Charlie and Vaggie sat in the back seats while Alastor and his little crew sat across from them. Nifty was seated in the lap of Husk, who had to position his large wings awkwardly to fit in his seat.

Onces everyone was seated, the red goat shut the door. Moments later, the limo started moving.

The ride was quiet for a while, everyone trying to process the encounter after the show.

Then, the silence was broken.

“Charlie…” came Alastor’s voice, his tone uncharacteristically sober.

That was enough to pull her and the others out of their thoughts and bring their eyes to him.

His usual smile was still there, but he was leaning forward, eyes hard focused on the princess across from him.

“I need you to answer me something, and I need you to do so honestly… Could you do that for me, darling…?”

Charlie nodded slowly, a brow raised. Where was this coming from?

“Are you feeling an unexplainable warmth? Perhaps some sort of strange craving?”

That only confused her more.

“N… No…?”

The Radio Demon hummed in thought for a moment.

“Are you feeling anything else, then…? Anything out of the ordinary…?”

“... I’m still having trouble getting that taste and smell out.”

Alastor raised a brow.

“Smell and taste…? From that smoke?”

“Yeah…” she said with a nod, “I don’t know how strong it is for you guys, but...”

“Charlie’s nose is really sensitive,” Vaggie explained, “While we may smell something subtle, it’s a lot stronger to her. And she can pretty easily pick up scents we probably would not be able to smell.”

“It… got my throat stinging…” the princess added.

Husk nodded.

“I have a pretty good sense of smell too. One of the only useful things of bein’ a giant fuckin’ cat…” Husk mumbled, “I ain’t still got it stuck in my nose or mouth, nor got my throat stingin’. Then again, I also didn’t get shit blown in my face.”

“... I see…” Alastor finally said softly.

There was another moment of silence before Alastor snapped back into his normal postured, the jovial lit in his voice returning.

“In that case, I know the best cure for this! Who’s up for gumbo!?”

“We already ate dinner in that club, Alastor…” Husk groaned.

The Radio Demon scoffed.

“Like that bushwa they serve can compare to what I cook! What a joke!”

A laugh track punctuated Alastor’s sentence.

When we get home, everyone is getting a bowl!~”

---

Charlie refused to go to bed tonight. Not until she was ensured that Angel was back.

Every hour she would leave her office to check the lobby. And when she didn’t see him there, she would go back to her office and busy herself to keep herself awake. She had given instructions to Husk at the bar that if he ever returned in between those times, he was to give her a shout.

It was five in the morning when she went to check again. Husk had been dead asleep three hours ago, and she didn’t have the heart to wake him up.

When she drew closer to the lobby, she could hear… singing… Soft, sad singing...

And when she emerged out into the lobby, what she saw… surprised her…

Angel at the bar, singing at a sleeping Husk.

In one his hands was a cigarette. It was strange, though. It was producing that same red smoke that she’d seen at the club they came back from.

“I’m addicted…

“To the sorrow…”

Angel was startled, nearly startled out of his melancholy song, when feeling a hand on his shoulder. He swatted at it briefly in irritation, nearly slapping it off of him. He only missed because the hand moved off of him just in time. He glared over his shoulder at the source to see…

… Charlie…

Son of a bitch she moved quietly!

… He was too tired to care enough to feel guilt for the look of hurt on her face. Just… too damn tired… So yes, he was giving her that fuck off look as she stared at him. He was in no mood for her happy sappy shit. None of it! And no amount of that kicked puppy look was going to change that.

Plus… he still had one of Val’s little… “gifts” with him. A brand new pack as thanks for… showing him a good time…

And he still wasn’t entirely sure it was safe around her. Nor did he want to take that chance. That is heart attack inducing, god dammit.

So he walked off, regarding her one last time with a glare and a middle finger as he made his exit.

The sweet smelling smoke and his voice trailed down the hallway with his pace.

“When the buzz ends…

“By tomorrow…”

And all she could do was just… stare after his retreating form and watch it steadily disappear until the only trace of him left was the fading red trail of smoke...

“What’d I miss…?” came a groggy gruff voice, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Charlie looked over at Husk to see, yup, he’s awake now.

She rubbed her face to relax the muscles before smiling at him.

“Angel just came back home…” she said gently, “Go back to sleep, alright…?”

Husk mumbled something or other before drifting back off to slumber, right on top of the puddle of drool he made in his sleep previously.

With that, she made her way back to her office. She could go to her own bed, but that was about the same direction he went, and she didn’t want to come off like she was following him. It was… clear he wanted his space...

… Why did Angel react to her like that…? Did… did she do something wrong…? She thought that… going to his show would bring his trust in them up, but… He’s shut her out more than ever… It was like she had taken one step forward and then jumped ten steps back. He wasn’t even holding her at arm’s length at this point, he was pushing her away. Far far away from him.

Her thoughts drifted back to Valentino, the reason he wasn’t home immediately…

What happened…? Should she have fought harder to ensure he immediately went home with them…?

Maybe she could ask for advice on how to help? But who could she ask? Her first thought was Vaggie, but she had the feeling that said demoness would go off on him if she mentioned the slight hostility he demonstrated. And that was the last thing he needed on top of… whatever he was going through right now... She doubted Alastor would give all that great advice. Husk was a tad… apathetic to be of much help here… And Nifty… she wasn’t sure about Nifty’s qualifications on that front either.

… She can talk to him in the morning… Not about what’s wrong if he doesn’t want to, but something to make him feel better? Maybe???

---

Charlie woke up on her desk the next morning.

… Or… well… Afternoon. It was already past lunch time.

The blonde stood up and headed out of her office and to the lobby.

… No Angel yet… And Husk has confirmed that he hasn’t come down for a drink yet. So maybe he was still sleeping… or healing… or both…

So she decided to wait on the couch, occasionally seeing Nifty zip by on her duties.

She’d passed the time texting Vaggie, occasionally glancing up to see if he was here yet.

[TEXT]: Hey love. I just woke up. Afternoon. <3

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: Hey, sleeping beauty. How did you sleep?

Probably shouldn’t mention that she slept in her office…

[TEXT]: I slept fine, thank you. <3

Apple of my Eye <3 [Text]: Did you see Angel come back to the hotel?

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: What time, if you did?

Charlie’s thumbs hovered over the keypad, hesitating.

[TEXT]: About 5am.

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: Was he okay? Something about him going back with that sleazeball of a pimp did not sit well with me.

More, longer hesitation.

That’s the thing. She didn’t know. She wasn’t entirely sure. He was in a significantly sour mood, that was for damn sure. And before he knew she was even there, he sounded so… sad… Looked so, too… But she couldn’t wrap her head around what could have possibly happened between leaving with Valentino and coming back to the hotel. And that… scared her…

Little to say, she… didn’t know how to answer that.

She swallowed before typing.

[TEXT]: All I know is that he was a bit cranky… I’m sorry… I’m hoping to catch him in the lobby so I could talk with him about it.

Again, she’d rather not bring up him slightly lashing out at her. No need to make things worse for him. She just hoped Vaggie didn’t figure that out.

Thankfully, she didn’t.

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: I guess that’s to be expected…

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: Did you notice how he was behaving with that Valentino douche? It was almost creepy how his attitude just shifted like that.

[TEXT]: I noticed that too. It’s kind of scary…

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT] And I thought Alastor had the most punchable face in Hell.

[TEXT]: Vaggie, no! We do not solve our issues with violence! >=0

Apple of my Eye [TEXT]: Hey now, I never -said- I would. I just said that he just has one of those faces that would be fun to punch. [smug side eye emoji]

Charlie laughed lightly despite herself.

[TEXT]: So what did I miss anyways?

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: Nothing much. I decided to ask Razzle and Dazzle to take some of your paperwork out of your office so they and I could get to working on them. Figured it would keep us from falling behind.

[TEXT]: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Vaggie! I didn’t mean to put that on you! D:>

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: Hun, it’s fine. You were up trying to make sure Angel was back home safe, and you needed your sleep. Any one that tries to fault you for that is a dick.

Then, the clacking of big boots against the hardwood floor. Charlie looked up to see Angel heading to the bar.

Alright… There he is…

[TEXT]: G2G, Vaggie! Angel’s here! I’ll get to my paperwork afterwards!

Apple of my Eye <3 [TEXT]: Alright, Charlie. Good luck.

Angel plopped himself on one of the stools, propping his head up on his elbow.

“Hey, Husk…”

The feline raised a brow. Huh. Lacking the usual pep. The smile looked tired, forced. He thought he could see bags under the pornstar’s mismatched eyes. His features in general seemed to… sag… like he was somewhat deflated…

“... What’ll it be, bud…?”

“I’m thinkin’...”

He heard a weight plop down on the stool next to his. It took one glance to see…

Oh boy… Charlie…

This was awkward.

He was starting to wonder if she was a cat or something with how she just kept sneaking up on him like that.

His eyes went back to staring out in front of him.

“... Some wine…”

Dammit, he was hoping to get some of the harder shit!

“What kind?”

Angel waved at that.

“Don’ matta, babe. Ain’t picky right now.”

“Rosè it is.”

Angel chuckled weakly as Husk grabbed a wine glass and poured the wine in.

“It’s ‘cuzza the pink, innit...?”

“Yup,” Husk said simply as he handed it to the pornstar.

“Well thanks…~”

Golden eyes then looked over at the princess, who’d just been sitting there quietly, patiently.

“Didn’t know ya drink, blondie.”

“Oh, no no, I’m not here for a drink. I mean, unless you have any-”

“-Virgin drinks?” the winged cat finished, “What kinda fuckin’ bartender would I be if I didn’t know how to make ‘em. Gimme a sec…”

Silence permeated the air for a second, aside from the clinking of glass of Husk doing his work and Angel occasionally sipping from his glass.

Charlie glanced up at him.

He wasn’t even looking at her. Just staring straight ahead…

It felt like an eternity before Husk handed her her drink.

“Hope ya like er whatever. Figured ya were probably sick of sweet shit from last night, so figured somethin’ more citrusy would be more to yer likin’ right now.”

Angel stiffened slightly but said nothing.

The blonde smiled gently as she took it.

“That’s very thoughtful, Husk. Thank you.”

“Don’t fuckin’ get used to it.” he huffed as he grabbed for his bottle and took to drinking from it.

… More silence, this time without much to fill it other than the occasional sipping of drinks from one of the three. The silence would have been deafening otherwise.

He still wasn’t looking at her.

… Maybe if they were alone…

Husk should know morse, right?

Gently, she knocked on the surface of the bar, looking up to see his ears twitching with each beat.

Perfect.

-H-u-s-k---p-l-e-a-s-e---g-o---t-o---t-h-e---o-t-h-e-r---r-o-o-m-

Husk straightened up, folding his bright scarlet wings on his back before moving out from behind the bar.

“Gotta go grab a snack… be right back…”

Angel’s grip on his wine glass tightened at that.

Wait yor jus’ going to leave me alone with her?!

He couldn’t come up with a natural excuse fast enough to either keep Husk here or follow him before the feline had left towards the kitchen.

Dammit!

… More awkward silence… More Angel refusing to look at her…

The blonde gently drummed her knuckles against the bar’s surface as she tried to think of what to say.

“... Ya in a percussionist mood today or something?” he asked, still not looking at her.

Charlie scratched her cheek awkwardly.

“I guess you can say that… Yooouuuu know me.”

The spider demon snorted slightly.

“Yeah, you live yor life in a fuckin’ musical.”

… A bad habit that seems to have rubbed off on him a bit…

Charlie laughed softly.

There was a moment’s hesitation before she looked up at him.

“... Uhm… You have a beautiful singing voice by the way…”

… Son of a bitch, speak of the devil. Or devil’s daughter- wait didn’t she say her dad wasn’t the- Ah fuck it.

Okay, but to be fair, he was singing during his performance last night too. He’d give her the benefit of the doubt and assume that that’s what she meant.

“... Thanks, toots…”

More silence. Charlie stared down at her hands before deciding to speak again.

“... Soooo…” she started, hoping it sounded casual, “How did you sleep…?”

“Fine,” the spider demon responded.

She smiled gently.

“That’s good. You seemed like you had a rough night, so…”

Angel just sighed.

“I was jus’ fuckin’ tired toots. It was nothin’ personal.”

And apparently that’s all he had to say on that. Fair enough. At least he said that much.

“No, it’s okay, I get that. I’m not upset about that. Honest. Just… worried…”

… Yor worried…?

He finally glanced down at her for the first time since she took the seat beside him.

… He had to know…

“... ‘Nuff ‘bout me, though, sweetheart. I wanna ask you somethin’.”

The princess perked at that.

“Anything.”

He took a sip of his wine as he tried to think of how best to ask his question.

“So how are you feelin’? Ya got any headaches, or feelin’ weaka? Maybe feelin’ any shakiness or anything like that?”

Charlie seemed to grow more and more confused the more he spoke.

“N… No…? I’m fine… Why…?”

First Alastor, now Angel. What was up with asking how she felt?

And just like that, Angel felt the tension melt away from his relief.

Thank god!

He had a love… mostly hate relationship with Val’s shit. On one hand, damn did it feel good. It was a hell of a high. Practically like you were floating. Made getting it up easier and more fun, made you more sensitive… Hell, even the smell and taste grew on you after a while, became delicious. It just gave an overall liberating feeling.

On the other hand, the liberating feeling it gave was a facade, a trap. It was a highly addictive substance. One full hit, and it was over. Your body would want more. More more more more- and it was never enough! And god were the withdrawals awful. Your body would be convinced it would fucking die without it. It was quite possible it would. It made you desperate for more. It made you reliant on the provider. Made you come back to them. Gave you no choice but to stay with them. It was a never ending cycle, a whirlpool you’d have no chance of escaping except to concede and drown.

He would know. He’s tried. He’s tried to quit it. One day and he was desperate to satiate that craving his body demanded. He’s actively trying to figure out how to wane it. No such luck so far. And going clean has not been helping.

And fuck did Val take advantage of it. Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? It made business good for him. All he had to do was pay them the bare minimum and a hit from him or drugs laced with it, and that would be enough for them. Sometimes to make a job go by smoother, he’d give it to them to make them nice and ready. He could do anything he wanted to anyone hooked on his shit, and they would never be able to do shit about it…

So little to say, Angel was glad. He was glad Val didn’t manage to pull this one in. He wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Let alone…

“... That’s all I wanted to know…”

Charlie looked up at him, inching a hand to one of his arms before pausing.

… After his reaction last night… probably not a good idea…

She pulled her hand away before finishing off her drink.

“Well, you should probably go get you something to eat. I don’t think you’ve had anything since lunchtime yesterday. There might still be gombo left.”

He looked at her, a brow raised.

“Since when did we have gumbo yestaday?”

“Since we came back after your show. Al’s idea.”

Ah… made sense…

Charlie then stood up from the stool.

“... And.. hey… if you ever need to talk about something… anything at all… I’m here, okay…?”

Oh yikes-

Angel had to keep from rolling his eyes. Instead, he took a sip from his wine.

Wow she just went straight for that, didn’t she?

“A-And I mean anything at all. When you’re ready. I want to be here for you anyway I can… If you’re not ready yet… if we’re not there yet… that’s fine… there’s plenty of time… But I just want you to know… anytime… okay…?”

“... I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart…” he said, noncommittal.

If it would get her to shut up. Not that he was thinking of ever considering it.

Charlie gave a hopeful smile at that.

“Now go feed yourself! I’ll be in the office area. Uh… Just uh… Just in case you need something… something maybe not as heavy like… Like to borrow a CD or something.”

He huffed out a small laugh at that.

“Alright…”

And with that, she bounded to the office area.

Yes, there was absolutely no commitment to him saying he would keep it in mind. She would have to be blind to not notice that. But the seed was still planted. She won’t expect him to talk about whatever he’s going through today, tomorrow, next week, or even next year. But that’s fine. They had all the time in the world for him to feel ready to open up. And when he was, she’d be right here waiting for him.

Angel sat there and watched her leave before standing up, still holding what remained of his wine in one hand as he made his way to the kitchen.

God this bitch just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Yeah, let’s divulge all the gorey details of his afterlife. That’ll be fun for everyone. The sentiments were nice for sure, but she knew nothing about him. And a large chunk of him was convinced it was better that way. This isn’t a fairytale. This was reality. Ugly, brutal reality-

We want to help you.

… Then again, this wouldn’t be the first time Charlie has tried to give the metaphorical finger to reality. That’s exactly what this hotel was, after all. Not out of the ordinary for her, really.

… Silly...

[petitprincess1]

Good Evening Ch7 (A Little Talk)

AO3 Link Summary: Angelo meets Vox and Velvet to discuss Valentino's death. Words: 2,013 Warning: Mild gore, guns, violence, and blood ~~~ Hours earlier, Angelo was riding in an uber with some sad sack of a man, not listening at all to his life story. More like lack of life. He was currently trying to figure out what he was going to do when he meets up with Vox and Velvet. Although, he already had his story kind of set up. Plus, it really helped that Valentino had many, many enemies as did others in a business like they had. 

So, all Angelo had to say was that he and Val were going out together, just having a little walk in the forest. Val decided to bring up some shit that he overly-exaggerated just like he always did and then some of his angrier clients that he often rejected tracked them down. Angelo noticed them at the last minute and before he could speak, they smashed Val over the head. He won’t specify what exactly, as if he couldn’t tell what was going on or it happened too fast for him to notice. Then Angelo went chasing after the clients, causing him to lose track of Val’s body. It wasn’t the perfect excuse, but it hopefully would get the dumbass to shut his mouth. 

The uber driver stopped in front of a warehouse and finished up his depressing tale, “That’s when my...third girlfriend left me after my cat died. She didn’t really think there was much of a reason to stay when, uh, Sylvester died. Anyway, thanks for listening...uh, is this your stop?”

“Yep,” Angelo said as he went out from the car and looked around, immediately found a hiding place for guns. He grabbed a pistol not too far from the car and heard the driver ask, looking out of the passenger’s rolled open window, “Uh, you sure? This place looks pretty rusty and abandoned. I can take you to a new-”

Angelo pulled the trigger on the pistol and pointed it at the driver, saying, “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Before the driver could even make the window go up, the mob child shot the guy right in the head, causing the bullet to enter out the back and make blood and brain splatter over the driver’s side. The bullet went somewhere, but the boy hardly cared. The ex-driver flopped down against the passenger’s side and was just staring lifelessly at Angelo, while blood dripped down the gaping wound on his forehead. Angie blinked at the driver and mumbled, “Eh, I guess I coulda kept him alive. Oh well, ain’t like he had anyone waitin’ for him.”

He tossed the gun back to its hiding place and then sauntered into the warehouse, while two other people exited out from the building to clean the mess. ~~~ Angelo walked deeper into the warehouse, seeing a few people walking around the fixed up place. ...By fixed up, he means that there are makeshift bars in the place, cargo is filled with drugs, a few pool tables, poker games, and a bunch of other guns in there. The warehouse still had a few leaky pipes, rusty staircases, and broken down machines, but that was the point. Can’t have people thinking twice about the productivity here. There also were office-type rooms or bedrooms, but he didn’t care for those at the moment. 

He looked around and found a dark-skinned woman with 3 different hair colors and long twin ponytails, wearing a poofy, short-sleeved dress and had pink and white striped fingerless gloves. She was taking selfies with a few other people that were just trying to work.

The mob-child took a deep breath and walked over to the woman and walked over to her with a large grin. Angelo greeted, “Hey there, Velvet! How’s it hangin’? Ya still tryin’ to slit Vox’s mysterious mistresses’ throats?”

Velvet looked at him with her pure white eyes, that were clearly contacts, and grinned, “Voxie is waiting for you upstairs! I’ll take you to him!”

She then grabbed Angie’s hand and began practically dragging him towards the metallic staircase that led to two doors. When they were up to the doors, one of them had the lights on in the room and there was a muffled soft, electro tune coming from within, while the other was dark and quiet. It made Angelo feel a little ill at seeing how desolate it was.

Velvet opened up the door to the livelier office and smiled widely in a very unnerving manner that made the mob-child tense. She then closed the door to possibly speak to Vox, leaving the boy out there with his thoughts. However, Angelo knew that some things might be harder to explain than others, but he knew it would work out. Vox hardly cared about Val to begin with, so this’ll be quick.

The door opened up and Velvet gave a polite bow, chiming, “You may come in now~”

Angelo rolled his eyes and walked inside, getting hit with the acrid smell of a cigar. He wasn’t against smoking, did it himself sometimes, but for some odd reason, he never liked the smell of a cigar. He looked up and saw a well-dressed asian man with his hair shaven and black at the sides, while the unshaven was blue. The man had a cigar in his mouth and he gave a wide grin, “Anthony! Nice to see you again! Heard the news?”

Angelo winced at him using his real name and replied, “Hey, Vox. It’s still Angelo and, yeah, I heard the news. Alth-”

“Now, now, let’s not dance around the issue or prolong this. Valentino...is dead. Let’s just settle that right now. The man...is gone and while we didn’t have the best friendship, we would both be lying if we didn’t admit that he helped us get our start. Is that right, Anthony?” Vox asked as he walked over to a table full of different alcohols and began pulling himself a glass, while Velvet placed ice into it and eyed him longingly. Angelo shifted a bit and shrugged, “Yeah, I guess so. Gave me and my siblings a few good hits and...my nighttime job. Where are ya goin’ with this?”

Vox sipped some bourbon and chuckled, “I think you know, Tony. You were seen last with him, we know you were and you went out with him. You don’t gotta create some big story. Just simply tell Voxie about who killed Valentino and we’ll get rid of them promptly, okay?”

That immediately made Angelo’s heart drop and he knew that he couldn’t put the two broads under the bus like that. It didn’t feel right, it was too easy, and Charlie’s parents could easily fuck up their business. Although, they may just go after Vaggie, but that could still ruin shit with knowing how close the two are. Angelo jumped at hearing Vox tap his finger impatiently against the glass cup. He looked at Vox in the eyes and scoffed, “No need ta be so testy, baby. It was just two random idioti that followed us and-”

“Alright, I’m gonna stop you there,” the crime boss interrupted and then sighed, walking closer to Angelo, “Look, your family probably taught you many things about being a part of a mob. I know that Valentino taught you some things too. Whether it be deception or even more ways to use a firearm as a weapon even without bullets, it was stuff that could help you in the long run. However, I know that no one would ever teach you to lie...that’s why you’re so bad at it.”

He then reached out and grabbed at Angelo’s face roughly, squeezing his jaw tightly. Vox questioned again, “Who killed Val?”

Angelo glared up at the man, glancing at Velvet behind, who was just happily watching everything unfold. He just told the crime boss, “I already told ya. It was just some two of my clients that tried to get-”

“Which one are they, Anthony? Random people or clients that you know?” The boy really hoped that the panic didn’t show on his face and he just huffed, grabbing onto Vox’s wrist, “I don’t fucking know! I can’t fucking think with ya asking me all these goddamn questions all at once! Shit’s just getting mixed up and-”

He got interrupted by a punch to his cheek, causing Angelo to stagger a bit and hold onto his cheek. Before he could recover from the shock, another punch was delivered to his gust, knocking the wind out of him and making a bit of bile come up to burn his throat. Angelo fell to his knees, now gripping onto his stomach and looked up at Vox, who was just rubbing his knuckle. The crime boss scoffed, “Sorry, not a big fan of liars, especially to those I’ve been very patient to.” The mob-child spat out a bit of blood that he felt from his cheek. He gave a small chuckle, “Ya know, if ya wanted...ta get rough...ya jus’ needed ta ask.” Vox scoffed, rolling his eyes, and watched Angelo get to his feet. “Look, this is really simple, Anthony. Just tell me the truth and then- GAH!” The crime boss yelled when he felt a sharp, unbearable pain that caused him to gently hold his crotch and bend over. He then got punched square in the jaw and the throat, causing him to choke and make a disgusting hacking sound. Angelo glared at Vox and was about to kick him straight in his gut, but a kick to his face caused him to lose his footing once more.

The boy almost fell to the floor, but a kick to his jaw was enough to help his journey onto the carpet. He rolled over onto his stomach and spat out a tooth. Before he could get up, another few rough kicks were delivered to his ribs, making it so agonizing to take a deep breath. Angelo whimpered and tried his best not to curl up as his vision got somewhat hazy. He wasn’t sure if he was passing out or if it was tears. He heard Velvet whine, “Sorry, Voxie, but I couldn’t stand him hurting you like that. Really soured my grapes!”

Vox definitely spoke, bit Angelo was barely able to hear it. The mob child let out a yelp at his hair being yanked up as the crime boss whispered in his ear, “Now...let’s try that again…” ~~~ Angelo drove back home using only one arm, which matched him using only one eye to drive. He was using the deceased uber driver’s car to get back home, feeling only the tiniest bit thankful that they were decent enough to clean the brain splatter. He looked down and saw all the bruises forming on his body, making a disgusting purplish color. Plus, his other arm was uselessly at his side. 

He was sure it wasn’t broken, just fractured from being twisted, but...it was pretty hard to tell amongst the other bit of pain.

The boy also had a cigarette hanging out from his mouth, while blood dripped down his chin. The windows were rolled up, hoping he would choke on the stench before making it back. Unfortunately, he made it to Pen’s house and saw the lights still on. Angelo groaned as he tried to take out his phone, but the sharp pain in his rib refused him to twist his body. He was about to just let himself pass out, but saw some girl passing by. 

Angie grunted in pain as he used his other arm to roll down the window and called out hoarsely, “H-H...H-Hey...c-come…’ere…” The girl turned her head and placed a hand over her mouth at seeing Angelo’s beaten, bruised, and torn up body. He gave a dashing, bloody smile to her and asked, “...A b...beauty...a-ain’t I…? ...Can...ya...kn-nock...on...tha...door? Need…band aids...after a-a...talk….”

The last thing Angelo saw was the girl running to the house and his cigarette slip out of his mouth before passing out.