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Hmmm, this one... might be a two-parter- not sure yet.

TW: Swearing.

Husk entered the hotel and looked around, sighing in relief when he realised he was alone. Good, now... how to... do this? Was Angel in? Fuck... fuck! He hadn't thought this through at all! Okay, breathe. "Oi, Alastor?" called the hellhound, looking around again and jumping when his demon master appeared.

"Why, yes, Husker? Though, the oi wasn't very much appreciated".

"Yeah yeah, deal with that later- I need a favour".

Alastor blinked, tilting his head 90° at Husk. "A favour? From me? Ha hah, what a jokester you are".

"I'm serious, I need you to put this in Angel's room" stated Husk, handing Alastor a paper bag. "He can't know it's from me, got it! It- just- sneak in there and drop it on his table or bed- or fuck, I don't care- just don't let him see you".

Alastor's grin widened as he peeked in the bag. "A jumper? Why on Hell's Earth would you like something like this to be kept quiet? And what if I refuse your valiant offer?".

"Because, okay? To both of those questions" groaned Husk, heading over to his bar and grabbing a beer. "Just, do me this solid- right? Like fuck... I don't ask you for shit, ever".

Alastor smirked again, snaking over to Husk and pinching his cheek. "That's because you're not the boss of me, dearest" he cooed, twiddling his cane. "However, I shall do you this... solid. For a price, of course. A favour, of my choosing- at a time of my choosing".

"Yeah yeah, whatever" dismissed the hound, downing his drink. "Just hurry before you're caught".

"Ha hah, I don't get caught- my feline fellow" drawled Alastor, disappearing in a puff of black smoke. Husk rolled his eyes at the radio demon and cracked open another drink, eyeing the receipt in his hand. The receipt for the jumper, Angel's jumper.

"What the fuck am I doing...".

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So... I didn't mean to almost make a continuation of my last one, but here we are! 🙃

TW: Swearing. Valentino. Implications of Sexual Abuse. Smoking.

Angel gulped as he crept around the office, not daring to even breathe he was so nervous. One wrong move and- "Fuck... okay, where would be, it's gotta be in- ugh, of course" he whispered, spotting the contract; sitting framed above Valentino's throne. "Egotistical shithead". Sigh. "Right, fine print... fine print...". He was so busy searching that he didn't hear the handle rattle and the door squeak, nor did he notice a certain moth entering the room.

"As I said, baby, I can make anyone a star- just say the word and-" said Valentino, purring down the phone as he entered the office, before spotting Angel and tilting his head. "Voxxy, darling... Daddy's gonna have to call you back, it appears I have... a pest problem, ciao for now" he cooed, hanging up the phone and resting his hand on the door. Slam!

"Ah! Fuck, who- oh... hi Va- Daddy~" remarked Angel, jumping when his boss slammed the door shut. Shit shit shit. "You scared the shit outta me".

"Angel, darling," said Valentino, stalking over to the spider as his eyes glowed red. "What the fuck are you doing in my office?".

Angel gulped, before playing pretend and puffing out his chest. "Why, looking for you of course" he purred, leaning on the desk. "Why else would I be in here?".

Valentino rolled his eyes and sighed, huffing his cigarette. "Okay, fine, I'll play your little game-next question" he uttered, blowing red smoke in Angel's face. "Why were you looking at your contract, babe?". Angel frowned, wondering if this next move would be the best idea- though, what choice did he have?

"Huh, what contract, Daddy?" asked the spider, deciding to play young and dumb with the Overlord. Valentino's eye twitched before he took another swig of nicotine.

"The contract on the wall, Angel" he stated, his tone clearly becoming one of annoyance.

Angel turned back to the contract, tilting his head. "Oh, that's what that is? I was using it to check my reflection, Daddy".

Valentino blinked and raised his eyebrow, crossing a set of arms. "Really? That's the lie you're choosing to go with, Angel?" he sighed, suddenly grabbing the spider and pinning him against the wall by his wrists. He was even lifting the poor arachnid off the floor. "I'll ask you again, shall I? And think very carefully about what your answer is going to be". Angel gulped, before moving his other set of arms to stroke Valentino.

"I ain't lying, Daddy, I wanted to surprise you but then I noticed I had mascara on my cheek, and I know you don't like your pets being all dirty. So I used this glass as a mirror". Valentino glared, before blowing more smoke.

"You're really sticking with this lie? Fine, so be it" he hissed, slamming Angel onto his wooden desk; causing the other to smash his head against the mahogany.

"Oh... fuck! Fuck... my head" said Angel, holding his pulsating head as the room started to spin ever so slightly.

"Oh hush now, let's get to having fun shall we?" cooed the Moth, moving his hands down to Angel's pants so he could remove them. "After all, you were waiting for me- right?".

"Ugh, my head is spinning... Dude, why'd ya throw me like th-". Choke.

"How many times!?" growled Valentino, crushing Angel's throat in his grip. "You are to call me either Val, Valentino, or Daddy! Nothing else, you fucking bitch!". Squeeze. "You got that, Anthony?".

Angel wriggled under the other, reaching up to try and pry the hand off him. "V- Val" he breathed out, his eyes widening when the moth continued to choke him as he moved his other arms around and stripped the spider down.

"Now... shall we get on with our little... rendezvous?" asked Valentino, caressing Angel's cheek before kissing his tender neck.

"That's what I've been waiting for, Daddy" lied Angel, his voice sounding hoarse as a handprint appeared on his throat.

Valentino smirked, clicking his fingers and producing- some rather large and painful-looking toys. "I've been wanting to see if it's possible to program someone to only feel pleasure when they're in pain" he remarked, grabbing Angel's face and forcing his tongue into the smaller one's mouth".

"Or we could... experiment later, Daddy" bargained Angel, after reluctantly returning the kiss and pulling away. "Let's just have fun for now...".

Valentino's eyes flashed again before he created chains from his smoke and restrained Angel to his desk- stretching him out. "This is fun, for me" he declared, running a finger down the other's chest. "Now... are you ready to be my guinea pig, dearest spider?" he drawled, grabbing the first item.

"V-Val" stammered Angel, struggling. "This isn't- let's just... save this for work, and-".

"Are you- ready- to be- my... guinea pig?" reiterated Valentino, tightening the chains and pulling the spider taut.

"Ow... stawp!".

"Are. You. Ready. To. Be. My. Guinea. Pig?".

"... yes, Valentino...".

The moth smirked, lining the extra-large dildo up. "Good boy, let's begin".

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Purple One-Shot: Angst.

Angel, worried about his deal with Val, goes to the one person who he believes can help.

TW: Swearing.

Angel swallowed, before knocking on Alastor's door, brushing himself down. "Uh... Radio Daddy? You in there, I need ya help with something". There was a bout of silence before the door creaked open.

"Why hello, my feminine fellow, to what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Alastor, stepping aside so Angel could enter.

"I need ya help" reiterated the other, looking around before deciding to sit on the bed. "It's super fucking important and I dunno who else to talk to".

"Ha hah, excellent, do tell" remarked Alastor, tilting his smiling head at Angel. "Come now, don't be shy, tell me all".

"How do I get out of my deal?".

Alastor paused, blinking, before sighing- that creepy smile still plastered on his face. "Why are you asking me, my dear boy?".

Sigh. "Well, I thought if anyone's got the goods- it's gotta be Radio Daddy. You're an Overlord and all that shit, and you have the know-how and just- please, there's gotta be a way out...".

Alastor glitched, twiddling his cane. "Why do you want out?".

Angel stared at Alastor, before running a hand through his hair, sighing. "I've been sober now for about... fuck, time just melds together in this Hellhole- pun intended. And I- my shoots are getting... worse. More and more... just- I don't wanna remember them, you know?" remarked Angel, laying on his side and tracing his finger along the sheets. "But- I also don't wanna relapse... I've learnt how to- pretend, cause Val keeps giving me shit, but it's only a matter of time before I give in- I don't wanna! But I also- Radio Daddy... I'm being pushed to my fucking limit".

Alastor nodded before fiddling with his bowtie. "If you relay what I'm about to say, I shall tear your limbs off- one by one- in the most painful way possible" he informed, turning his head 90°.

"Uh...".

"I'm proud of you, dear comrade," he said, nodding at the spider. "Sobriety is a celebration indeed. However, the constraints of your reckless actions... are harder to fight. But- check the Fine Print". Nod.

"Huh?".

"Of your contract of course".

"... fuck".

"Quite".

"Fuck! There's only one copy, and it's in Val's office!"

"Ah, I see. Well then, fuck indeed".

"No... shit. Okay, just check the fine print... I can do that, somehow" mused Angel, fiddling and wringing his hands. "Piece of piss, maybe, not likely- shit. It's on the wall... no, no, I've got this".

Alastor smiled, turning his head again. "Wonderful. Now, kindly, leave. I have things to attend to".

Angel smirked, sliding off the bed. "So assertive, Radio Daddy," he purred, getting a blink from the other. "I was leaving anyway, got a contract to read" he stated, heading for the door.

Alastor watched him leave before- punching the wall. "Fine print, ha hah. Fine. Print. If only I had such a tool, freedom could be within my grasp!".

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PURPLE! Please🥺🥺🥺

Oooh, I've been working on somink today as it happens!

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(Just a littol one)

TW: Swearing. Valentino.

Valentino smirked as he watched Angel sleeping, having appeared in his hotel room. "My oh my, did someone have a good night?" he cooed, his red smoke wafting around the room.

"Mmm, a really good night" mumbled Angel, as the Moth took full advantage of the spider's sleep-talking. He yawned and snuggled into his blanket, smiling as he remained unconscious. Valentino smirked again, waltzing over to the bed and leering over his pet.

"A nice little date, hmm? Is that why we're late for work today?" he asked, blowing his cigarette over the spider.

"Mmm, a really nice date... we stayed up nearly all night, that's why I'm late for work" he replied, yawning again before pausing and opening his eyes, bolting upright. "Fuck! I'm late for oof-".

"Yes... you are" purred Valentino, pinning Angel to the bed by his throat. "Very late indeed".

"V-Val?" said Angel, struggling under the other. "How- how'd you get in here? I-". Choke.

"Bitch, I go wherever I please," remarked Valentino, his fog creating chains around Angel and lifting him into the air. "Now, let's continue our little chat somewhere more private shall we?". Angel gulped, ducking his head.

"Yes, Valentino".

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(I... cannot be stopped atm 😆)

Naww, this is a nice one- I promise. Our little spider is getting ready for a date!

TW: Swearing.

"Chawlie! Open this door right now! It's an emergency!" cried Angel, banging on the other's door with haste. "Come on, now's not the time to be fucking around!". The door opened a while later, the blonde princess rubbing her eyes.

"Angel... I was nap- ah!" she yelped, as the spider pushed into her room and began pacing.

"Shut up. Right, as you know- I've got a date tonight, but- I've got nothing to wear!". Vaggie yawned as she sat up in bed, watching Angel and Charlie.

"Dude, you seriously burst in here about a date?". Angel glared at Vaggie, before hugging himself.

"I put this on" he uttered, gesturing to the rather sexy dress he was currently wearing, before sighing. "But he doesn't want me in it... said some bullshit about dressing how I want to. This is how I want to! I don't-". Charlie, who had woken up slightly and now understood what was going on, walked over and gently grabbed Angel's hand.

"Is it though? We've seen how happier you are when you're covered up, maybe that's what Husk means?". Angel chewed his lip, before pulling away and looking to the floor.

"Maybe... I dunno, but I ain't got the goods... Val- I'm not allowed to own stuff like that". Charlie swallowed down the building rage at that, before smiling.

"Well then, time to go shopping!" she exclaimed, grabbing a brush so she could sort out her hair. "Give us a couple of minutes to get ready, Angel". Angel blinked, clearly confused. Shopping?

"Ughhhh, really babe? Can't this wa-" started Vaggie, cutting herself off when Charlie gave her the stare. "Ah... pparently not...". Sigh. "You're lucky I love you so much".

"Wait wait, what's going on?" asked the spider, gasping when he was ushered out the room. "Hey... I'm talking here".

"Can't have you watching us change" remarked Charlie, shocked when that elicited a slight blush from the other, before chuckling and shutting the door. A few minutes later, it reopened and out stepped the pair- all dressed and ready to go.

"Took ya long enough" mumbled Angel, hugging himself again; back to wearing his normal clothes. Poor boy, he seemed so worried and anxious.

"Well, someone was upset with their hair" replied Charlie, smiling again.

"Hey, this bow has to sit perfectly" answered Vaggie, rolling her eye.

"Anyway, let's go! To the shops! To find you the perfect date outfit!" declared the demon princess, clapping her hands before dragging Angel down the hall in her excitement.

"Ah! Fucking- where are we going?" cried Angel, stumbling from the shock. Vaggie sighed and followed closely behind, eventually making it to the front and holding the door open.

"Shopping!" sang Charlie, bursting through the door with the spider in tow. "Now, what type of thing do you really wish to wear?" she asked, finally letting go of the poor arachnid.

"Uh... " replied Angel, tugging his glove back on. "Whatcha mean? I like to wear whatever".

"What did you wear up there?".

"Oh, um... suits? I've got a gimp su- ah!" exclaimed Angel, as he found himself being escorted once again. "Chaw-".

"Suits! Oh my Satan, that's perfect!" said Charlie, rushing down the street with Vaggie running after her.

"Wait up, Babe, and maybe let go of Angel? He's gonna end up falling over at this rate". However, Charlie was far too focused in her mission to notice this- as she continued to race down the street. Suddenly she screeched to a halt, outside a quaint little shop and squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Angel sighed, spreading his stance wide to stop himself from tumbling from the sudden stop, before running a hand through his hair.

"Fucking hell, princess... you've got some lungs on ya" he remarked, smirking as Vaggie appeared in the distance. "Ya left your girlfriend in the dust".

"Can we take a moment?" asked Vaggie, eyeing Charlie who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Oh, in here?".

"In here!" yelped Charlie, once more grasping dear Angel.

"Fuck-!".

"Oh, Augustus?" called Charlie, blinking when Angel hissed at her and pulled away.

"Did you just hiss?".

"No, anyway- can ya stop just dragging me? It's kinda annoying, Toots".

"Sorry, sorry sorry- but just you wait!" exclaimed Charlie, her eyes twinkling as a horned demon stepped out from the curtains.

"My Satan, I haven't seen you in a while, Princess. How's the suit holding up? Didn't I tell ya red suited you?" said the other, tilting his head 180°. "My my, I take it you're not here on just a friendly visit this time?".

"Augustus, I love my suit, and I was wondering if you had anything for my dear friend Angel!" chirped the Princess, shoving the spider towards the other demon.

"Ah! Would you knock it orf?" hissed Angel, brushing himself down. "Sup, sugar, got anything for these legs? I'm prime real estate, babe".

Blink "Angel. Dust. A star in my shop? Well now, this is a surprise".

"I'd say the real surprise is that you know him".

"Vaggie, babe, everyone knows me".

"Hmm, I might have something. I cater to all shapes and sizes, I'll return" informed Augustus, disappearing behind the curtain again.

"I'll be here" cooed Angel, glancing at Charlie. "Oi, royalty or not- I'll fucking smack ya one if you keep grabbing and dragging, got it?".

"Sorry, I'm just so excited for you! You're going on a real date, with someone who isn't an abusive jerk! I'm happy for you, Angel... plus, Augustus is going to make you look amazing!". Angel swallowed at Charlie, shocked by her words.

"You're happy for- well, that don't excuse being tugged around".

Nod. "Sorry".

"... you're happy for me?".

"Of course, Angel... I've seen what that Valentino guy has done to you, and how different you are with Husk".

"Yep, you light up when you see him, dude" said Vaggie, crossing her arms.

"I do?" asked Angel, blushing slightly, before jumping when Augustus burst through the curtains.

"I have it!! The perfect suit" he cried, holding up a plain white three piece. "Slip this on, and it'll do wonders!". Angel stared at the blank canvas, frowning, before getting nudged by a certain someone.

"Trust me on this" she uttered, grinning when the spider took the garment with an eye roll.

"White... okay, that's new- but I'm trusting ya Princess" he mumbled, starting to get changed.

"Oh deary me, no! Over there, over there" worried Augustus, ushering the arachnid towards a changing cubicle.

"Huh? Oh, I thought I just- okay, okay, I'm going!".

Charlie sighed, holding Vaggie's hand. "He just- right in front of everyone".

"Probably isn't allowed privacy, babe".

"So... uh, ta da?" questioned Angel, as he stepped out in complete white. "I... I like the fit?".

Squeal. "Angel! It looks amazing!! But you haven't seen the best part!!" stated Charlie, being hushed by Augustus.

"You'll ruin the fun" he said, smirking at Angel. "Now, think of a colour my dear boy".

"Huh? A colour? What is this, fucking- tell my fortune? Why would I-" started Angel, stopping when he spotted Charlie. "Okay, okay- think of a colour...". Unbeknownst to him, as Angel was thinking, the suit began to change in hue- to a deep hot pink with black accents. He looked gorgeous! "Maybe... why are you staring at me like that, Char?".

Vaggie pointed to a mirror with a smirk, watching as the spider turned and gasped. "Holy. Fuck. I- I-" he stuttered, tears welling up after a short while. For the first time, in a long time, he liked the reflection that was gazing back. He liked the outfit. The colour. The person in that mirror wasn't a cock-sucking whore, it was someone about to go on a date. "Magic suits, huh? Now that's sexy" he chirped, slipping his mask back on and turning to everyone. Pose. "I look so fuckable! Yeah, baby".

Augustus chuckled, clapping. "Now now, I wouldn't say that. But this pink certainly suits you, brings out your facial features".

"Angel!!" yelled Charlie, who's voice had finally recovered from the shock, as she rushed over and hugged her friend. "You look so handsome! Husk is going to love it!".

"Uh... thanks doll" uttered Angel, petting Charlie's head as he looked back at the mirror. Small smile. "Thanks for everything".

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(Spoilers!)(So, this takes place after A stood up to V in the club)

TW: Swearing. Uh... I think that's it?

Angel groaned as Charlie stood her ground, blocking the exit. "Fuck, Chawlie... would you just move outta my way, I've gotta go to work". The demon princess shook her head, spreading her stance even wider to further block the pathway.

"You're not going! You- we all saw you! We saw you stand up to h-".

"Yeah, yeah. I did, and it was dumb" dismissed the spider, crossing one set of limbs and wafting at the other with his second pair. Another sigh. "It was fucking dumb, but I've gotta scram, so if you could just... boop, outta my way that'd be real swell, Toots".

"Angel, we saw the whole thing. How you stood up to him. How angry he was, how he threatened you!" worried Charlie, chewing her lip as she moved to rub her arm. "Angel...".

"Fucking- Chawlie! I humiliated him!" yelled Angel, moving to grip his fluffy white hair. "Yeah, I stood up to him... in front of everyone at a club that he is like- THE VIP of! What was I fucking thinking?!". Charlie gasped, moving to comfort Angel, who promptly pushed her away. "N-no, stop. I've gotta go to work... watcha thinking- he won't fucking bust that door down? Fucking drag me by my ankles or my hair? Char... if I don't go- he's just gonna rock up here- I can take whatever he's gonna throw at me, but I'll be fucked if he's gonna lay one finger on any of you!" declared Angel, getting into a defensive pose. "Ain't gonna fucking happen". Charlie breathed, before hugging her friend- tears welling up in her eyes.

"Promise me one thing..." she uttered, grabbing Angel's hand, causing the spider to tilt his head. "Promise me you'll come back". Angel paused for a long while, before taking his hand back and glancing at the door.

"I can't...".

"But-".

"Cause I don't wanna lie to you" replied Angel, swallowing as he carefully cupped Charlie's face. "The truth is, I dunno what's gonna happen when I step through those doors- fuck, he could be waiting in the fucking car park, Char... so no, I ain't gonna promise that I'll come back" he mumbled, moving away from the blonde one and hugging himself. "But I can promise this, that I'm grateful". Charlie wiped her eyes and frowned at Angel, before finding Vaggie by her side. A gentle hand squeeze. "I thought all this- all of it, was fucking bullshit crazy. That you were fucking bullshit crazy. Check out this crazy broad going around, talking about this hotel where you can get redeemed and shit. Like- what? But I thought, hey- she's offering a rent-free stay? So, I lapped that shit up" explained the spider, pacing slightly as he spoke. "But then- being around you... and Vaggie, Radio Daddy, Kitten, and- yep, even you- you little psycho" he said, gesturing to Nifty who was trying to kill a bug. "And... I guess Snake Boi?". Shrug. "Anyway, getting off track. Being around you all made me realise that things ain't always like they are out there, that in here- there's... good demons, whatever that fucking means" informed Angel, sighing as he glanced at the door; and Charlie, again. "And... as heartfelt as this all is, I really need you to move now- cause I'm gonna be late". Charlie took a deep breath and with a nod from Vaggie, finally stepped aside, watching as Angel crept towards the door.

"I'm sorry" she whispered as he passed her, causing the spider to frown deeply and scoff.

"For what? Listen, doll. It's all looking pretty fucked right now, but keep ya head up- shit, you've got brains and heart, and a fucking radio demon with like- infinite amounts of sexy power!" cried Angel, gesturing to Alastor who was leaning on his cane. "Fucking use it, ya know? Fucking- listen, if anyone in this crazy fucked reality can save us? Ain't no question about it, it's you, Toots" he stated, gripping the handle and daring to open the door. He went to take a step outside before looking back at his found family, fighting the growing sadness.

"I love you" said Charlie, wiping away more tears as Vaggie comforted her; giving Angel a sad smile.

"... I'll be seeing ya" he answered, slipping through the exit as the door closed behind him.

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(Had this idea of V giving A a ring to show he's owned. Like a wedding ring but worse? Ngl, I don't have a proper description, I just- ring. Evil)

TW: Rape. Swearing. Injury. Blood. Abuse. Valentino.

Angel was asleep in his dressing room, having dropped off after another ruthless set of shoots. He had no idea that Valentino had snuck in and was watching the spider with hungry eyes. He crept over and grinned, waving his hand around to create his signature red smoke- holding one of Angel's arms up.

"This is for answering me back, babe" hissed Valentino, spitting out the last word with venomous intent, before carefully sliding on what appeared to be a ring of some kind onto the spider's slender finger. He then placed the arm back and smirked, cupping Angel's sleeping face. "Wakey wakey, babe" he almost chirped, a clear opposite to how he was actually feeling.

"Huh?" groaned Angel, yawning as he awoke with a stretch. "What- oh... fuck. Uh, hi Val... um, I guess- I... dropped off after all of- uh... was it good footage?". The Moth smirked again, running his hand through the other's fluffy hair.

"Oh, it was did indeed, babe. And not to worry, even you need some beauty sleep sometimes". Angel blushed slightly at that remark, before chewing his lip and turning onto his side; tracing his finger along the sofa.

"So... I've got a little while before Chawlie is expecting me back... we could... fill that time?" he purred, moving to seductively bite his fingertip.

"Ooh, you read my mind" replied Valentino, practically pouncing on Angel and spreading his legs. A swift lick was all the lube he dared to give the other, before plowing into him with a guttural moan. Angel moaned too, wrapping his legs around Val so the moth could slide deeper, before wrapping his arms around him to hold him close. "Fuck, I always forget how fucking good you feel" groaned Val, ramming into the smaller one- not caring how he was crushing him into the sofa. Or caring how he was tearing his walls.

"Nngh, so do you" moaned Angel, ignoring the burning discomfort that was spreading throughout his body. Ignoring the hatred and disgust, ignoring the- "What the fuck is that?!" he cried, suddenly shoving Valentino off him- and... maybe onto the floor. But none of that mattered right now, because Angel was too busy staring at the ring in disbelief. Surely not. "You- you- you promised you wouldn't!!".

Valentino cackled as he stood up, brushing himself down. "Okay, two things. One- how fucking dare you not only shove me but to the floor, and two- I own you. I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want!!".

"No! You- this is too far! You fucking- branded me?!" growled Angel, standing and squaring up to his moth master. "You. Fucking. Swore to me!". But this demeanour was cut short when the spider found himself dangling in the air by his throat, scratching at the arms in an attempt for air.

"And you were getting too loose for my liking! So- you brought this on yourself, Anthony". Squeeze.

Choke. "N-no... you- it's supposed to be hidden! It-". Choke.

"Not. Any. More. Now everyone and everything knows you're mine. And you can never take it off. Try fighting back now, you cock-sucking bitch" hissed Valentino, tossing Angel at the wall and rubbing his hands together. "Now, I wasn't fucking finished".

Cough. "Yeah? W-well too b-bad, cause I am" uttered Angel, daring to grab his robe as he struggled to his feet once more. "M-maybe we'll continue this n-". Valentino sped across the room and slammed Angel against the wall, glaring deeply at his pet.

"I said- I wasn't finished!" he declared, ramming himself back into the other- this time with the intent to make him bleed. "Fucking bitch!! Where do you get the nerve!!" he growled, thrusting harder with each word.

And this continued on throughout the night, with Angel's apologies falling on deaf ears. And his begging. Tears fell from the spider's eyes as he was brutalised, but not just from the pain- no, he couldn't stop staring at the ring. Now he had no chance in redemption, cause everybody knew what kind of branding that thing was. Everybody knew the truth now. And all his hard work... all of Charlie's... was for nothing.

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Send me one line and I’ll write the next one...

...as if it was a fanfic.

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Ayyyyyy, my first Smut baby. And oh boy, it's bad- yikes. But I found it! My child!

My brain is thirsty for DeceitXAnxiety

This is my first attempt at smut. My brain is just… it ships this couple so hard.

Virgil was sat up, in his bed, asleep. He didn’t hear or notice Deceit enter his room. He didn’t notice when Deceit crawled onto his bed and tied Virgil’s hands above his head. He didn’t even notice when Deceit removed his trousers and pants, leaving him exposed. What did, eventually, wake Virgil, was the sudden chill he felt down below. Virgil opened his eyes.

“Whoa… that’s col-” He looked at his naked bottom half. “What the?” Then, as he went to move, he found his hands were stuck. Virgil looked up. “What? Why? Why are my hands tied? Why am I naked? What the heck is going on?”. Deceit rose up from the chair he’d been sitting on.

“I was wondering when you would awaken”. Virgil glared at Deceit.

“Was this you?” Deceit smirked.

“Well, it wasn’t anyone else”. Virgil tried to wriggle out of the ropes.

“Why? What the heck, Deceit?”. Deceit purred.

“Well, if I recall correctly… you enjoy it”. Virgil growled.

“In the past. Not now. Untie me.” Deceit removed his own clothing and crawled onto the bed. He sat between Virgil’s legs.

“I would… if you meant it”. Virgil struggled again.

“I- I DO mean it”. Deceit planted a small kiss on Virgil’s lips.

“Except you don’t”.

“Yes- yes I do”. Deceit ran a finger down the inside of Virgil’s thigh.

“If- if you did… you wouldn’t be giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes”. Virgil bit his lip.

“I- I’m not”. Deceit smirked, bent down and kissed the inside of Virgil’s thigh… earning a moan from Virgil. Deceit smirked again, leaned over Virgil and opened the bedside draw. “What are doing?”. Deceit dug around in the draw for a bit before pulling out a small bullet vibrator. “Deceit… I- I said no. Now, untie me”. Deceit closed the draw and went back to sitting in front of Virgil.

“You say no… but, your eyes say differently”. Deceit grabbed Virgil’s hard length. “As does this”.

“N-no… I…” Virgil moaned. He did want this. He wanted it so badly. But… Deceit and Anxiety? Deceit held onto Virgil and pressed the bullet vibrator to the tip of Virgil’s cock. Deceit smirked, leaned forward to plant another kiss on Virgil and turned the vibrator on. Virgil bit his lip as the sensation cursed through his body. “I…” Virgil moaned. He tried so hard not too. He tried not to enjoy this. But… it felt so good. Deceit smirked and turned the intensity up. Virgil wriggled and moaned once more. “N-no… I… so good”.

“I know, Virge”. Deceit leaned forward again and kissed Virgil, only this time… Virgil bit Deceit’s lip. “Ooh… naughty” Deceit turned the intensity up once more. Virgil squirmed and moaned. He knew this was wrong. He knew Deceit was more or less evil. But, he wanted him. He wanted him so badly. “Are you going to cum for me?”. Virgil shook his head.

“N-no… it’s… wrong… we- wrong… so wrong…” Deceit turned up the intensity for a third time, earning a rather loud and breathless moan from Virgil.

“Un-untie me…”

“But, I’m not done”. Deceit bent down and nipped the inside of Virgil’s thigh. “I want you to cum for me”. Virgil bucked his hips.

“Untie me so I can fuck you dammit!”. Deceit smirked and turned off the vibrator.

“What if I want to fuck you?”. Virgil smirked back and bucked his hips once more.  

“Well… what are you waiting for?”.

OH boi this is yes, this certainly is something ~ smuttysandersides

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Colour Coded Writing Prompts

Red for a Romantic One-Shot

Orange for a Violent One-Shot

Green for a Scary One-Shot

Pink for a Smutty One-Shot

Blue for a Silly One-Shot

Purple for an Angsty One-Shot

Black/Bold for a Surprise One-Shot

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No one.

Not a single person.

Nada.

Remus: *while crashing cymbals together* MR SANDMAN, BRING ME A DREAM!!

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Virgil's Haunting?

I was listening to this song, The Haunting by Set It Off, when this idea came to me. 

Context: During the time Virgil starts to hang out with the Light Sides, Janus begins to get a little jealous and watches him from the shadows. After seeing how the former Dark Side reacts with the others, he becomes convinced that Virgil is cheating on him with one of them. (I decided to make Janus hiss when he got annoyed, does it work? Who knows!)

TW: Janus, Remus, Swearing, Implied Sexual Assault.

"Another later night, Tiny Cheeks?" quipped Remus, munching on some deodorant as he watched Virgil sneaking to his room, hanging upside down from his monkey bars. "You seem to be hanging out with the others quite a bit! How's my bro-ham?".

"Dude! I hate how you hang from the ceiling like that... gives me the creeps" replied Virgil, rolling his eyes. He then gave a sigh and shrugged, opening his bedroom door. "He's chill, I guess? Yo, don't tell Janus... he'll moan otherwise". However, what the two didn't know, was that Janus already knew about Virgil's sneaking offs. He'd known for ages.

"Come on in, boy" said the skeletons Sitting by her closet door Dirty secrets, empty memories And broken hearts across the floor I was knocked out, heels over head So you dragged me by my feet To a ghost town, where you buried me No wonder no one heard my screams

Janus hissed from the shadows, watching as Virgil entered his bedroom and shut the door. How dare he be sneaking off like this! Who did the smallest trait think he was? Janus flicked his snake-tongue against a fang, and nodded, before sinking out.

Love's so alive, but it died in it's sleep And now that it's dead I live in your head And I will haunt your fucking dreams

"Sssneaking out to sssee your lover?" remarked Janus, appearing in Virgil's room and making the smaller boy jump. "Ah! Dude?! Can you not?" yelped Virgil, holding his chest. "What lover?". Janus glared, stalking over to Virgil and grabbing him; pinning him to the wall.

No one will love you like I did Will treat you like I did So go on, wear that scarlet letter

"Which Ssside isss it?" asked Janus, his anger evident due to his hissing. "Sssuch a ssslut". Virgil pushed at Janus, shaking his head. "It's no one! I- we're just friends!". This is why he never wanted Janus to find out because he knew the snake-like male who would crazy jealous. "I'm with you, Janus... no one else".

No one will love you like I did Will touch you like I did So good luck finding something better

Janus smirked at Virgil's struggling, finding it amusing. "Pathetic" he scoffed, dropping the anxious trait before- "Hey!" cried Virgil, holding his reddening cheek. "Why- what the fuck? Why did you hit me?".

Run away, boy, if you couldn't tell Baby's got a thirst for blood A subtle system, wicked melodies Craving bullets from her gun So I tripped, stayed, follow every word Little spirals in their eyes Catch a lover, turn an enemy Just to watch them burn alive

"Becaussse of what you sssaid, Anxxxiety" informed Janus, nodding. "You forgot your placcce". Virgil frowned, eyes darting around as he began to think. Forgot his place? Said the wrong thing? What did he say? Or... didn't say? "I- I dunno what I did wrong... I can't think of anything".

No one will love you like I did Will treat you like I did So go on, wear that scarlet letter

"You sssaid you're with me" answered Janus, grabbing Virgil's wrist and dragging him towards the bed. Virgil looked to the floor as he grabbed, listening. Oh... yeah, he did say that...

No one will love you like I did Will touch you like I did So good luck finding something better

"Sorry..." mumbled Virgil, taking a deep breath. "I belong to you". Janus smirked, pushing Virgil down onto the mattress. "Much better, Anxxxiety".

Someday you may find that picture perfect guy And I'll chase my words with poison Until that day arrives, and swine take to the sky Fill your void with open thighs so

Virgil stared at the wall, just letting Janus take his frustration out. Hours seemed to pass by, before the taller one finally stopped and clambered off Virgil; grabbing his clothing. "What do you say?".

No one will love you like I did Will treat you like I did So go on, wear that scarlet letter No one will love you like I did Will touch you like I did So good luck finding something better

"Thank you for loving me" uttered Virgil, fighting back his tears. Sometimes, it would hurt- but never this badly, he was in agony! Janus chuckled, getting dressed. "You look so pretty laying there".

No one will love you like I did Will treat you like I did So go on, wear that scarlet letter No one will love you like I did Will fuck you like I did So good luck finding something better

"You're not to sneak off again, understood?" stated Janus, heading for the door. "Anxiety, answer me". Virgil glanced over at Janus and gave a feeble nod, which was met with a glare. "Usse your wordss". "Yes Sir". "Good pet" smiled Janus, leaving the room. Virgil waited for a while, before starting to silently cry. He was crying due to a mixture of pain and loss- he liked the Light Sides, and now he was never going to see them again.

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This what it. The very thing that Roman had been afraid of. He wasn't the hero of the story, not anymore. But then, what was he? A villain? That whole video had crushed his spirit and just... was there any point in fighting anymore? He laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as tears began to fall. It was over. His legacy. His charade. His life? How could he continue, feeling this way...

"Kiddo?" came a small voice, which of course belonged to Patton. The moral trait. The one guy Roman was sure had been pointing everyone in the right direction. "Don't be sad, Roman, you're still the hero. You're a Prince!".

Roman glanced over at Patton, shaking his head. "You tell me to stop being so sad, but you don't understand what it's like, feeling like something is constantly crushing your chest" he uttered, turning to face the wall. Maybe his posters would cheer the creative one up? Patton sighed, sitting on the bed and rubbing Roman's leg.

"You're wrong, kiddo" he said, removing his glasses so he could wipe his eyes. "I know that feeling... I- I am that feeling, for Thomas". Patton shifted, until he was leaning against the wall, placing his glasses back on. "I was suffocating Thomas, and I didn't realise at all! Not until Janus pointed it out". Sigh. "I let everyone down, Roman. You're still the hero, but how can I call myself 'dad' when I hurt everyone who put their trust in me?". Sniffle.

Roman paused, glancing at the moral trait. "Hey, you're still the father figure, Patton" he nodded, moving to sit next to Patton. "No one else can fill that spot".

"And no one else can be Thomas's prince" muttered Patton, pulling Roman close for a hug. Roman gasped, before melting into Patton's warm embrace. He gave a hum and relaxed, starting to wonder if just maybe... maybe they'd be alright after all.

Roman angst fanfic prompt

“You tell me to just stop being so sad, but you don’t understand what it’s like, feeling like something is constantly crushing your chest.”

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I’ll sleep when I am dead…

Virgil sighed as he shut his laptop, giving an exhausted yawn.

It’s the same each and every night, Glare at my screen with two big bloodshot eyes.

Maybe this would be the night he actually managed some sleep? Or at least… a nap? Sure, he can close his eyes and pretend to visit the Land of Nod… but he’s never had an official invite.

I’m stuck self-torturing, My meds are failing me, Internal clock in smithereens. Can’t fix this, I’m hopeless.

Virgil crept down the stairs and opened the fridge. Warm milk should help me… he pondered, pouring himself a cup of the creamy liquid- placing the mug into the microwave.

My eyes are stapled open wide, As I lay down on my side, I am bouncing off these walls.

He watched the device like a hawk, ready to catch it before the inevitably loud beeps echoed throughout the house. He couldn’t have that! It’d wake the others…

Notice my hands begin to twitch, Unprovoked assaulting of my conscious wit.

Virgil glanced at the TV and sighed, shaking his head. “Nah, there’s never anything good on at this time”. 

Me and the TV are enemies, Sickening static surrounds my mind, I’m losing time, And realizing that after days of thought that-

He pounced on the microwave and opened the door, pressing the cancel button. Phew. Right, let’s try this… Virgil moved the mug to his lips and began to sip, humming as the warm beverage travelled down his throat. It felt nice. Please work.

I’m stuck self-torturing, My meds are failing me, Internal clock in smithereens. Can’t fix this, I’m hopeless.

After a small while, the cup was empty and Virgil was full of- what he hoped, was something to help him sleep.

My eyes are stapled open wide, As I lay down on my side, I am bouncing off these walls. As I focus on the clock, Time stands still, but I cannot, I should strap myself in bed. I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead. Talk to myself, Lie in the darkness so content, As the sun begins to rise.

The smaller side climbed the stairs and yawned again, whoa- was he sleepy? As in… actually able to sleep? He entered his room and shut the door, stretching. Time to find out.

I can barely shut my eyes, This crazed, delirious mess, Laughing at everything I see.

He walked over to his bed and clambered onto it, grabbing his small plush that he totally didn’t keep after Logan gave it to him- and shut his eyes.

My sanity is spent, Just tell me where my time went, I’m losing it.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Virgil sat up and groaned, peering at his MCR wall clock. Yep, another fail.

Attention: All insomniacs, please raise your right hand, And kindly, repeat after me: “I GUESS I’LL SLEEP WHEN I AM DEAD!”

Virgil grabbed his headphones and placed them on, scrolling through his playlist. What was the best soundtrack for another sleepless night?

‘Cause I’m stuck self-torturing, My meds are failing me, Internal clock in smithereens. Can’t fix this, I’m hopeless.

He lay in bed for a while, before eventually getting up and walking back over to his desk. “Well… I might as well draw or whatever”.

My eyes are stapled open wide, As I lay down on my side, I am bouncing off these walls. As I focus on the clock, Time stands still, but I cannot, I should strap myself in bed. I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead. I guess I’ll sleep when I am-

Another. Sleepless. Night.

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I redesigned my drawing on my laptop! Gah, I can’t wait to get a drawing tablet- gonna make creating shitty drawings even easier!

I… did a thing. I did write the words in pen, but my writing sucks donkey balls so… *shrugs*.

NOTE: I’m aware the Sides aren’t voices, but this idea popped into my head as I was listening to the song.

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My attempt at a baby Logan for my fwend. Yes, the Crofters is glittery- heh.