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love never wanted me (but i took it anyway) by HearJessRoar for AesopsFabled
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
02 Oct 2024
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Angel can’t say that he’d seen this coming.
Fantasized about it plenty, though.
Here’s to manifestation, he supposes, sharp teeth digging into his knuckle as he tries to muffle his own whimper.
Clawed fingers pry it gently from his mouth, and Angel’s breath catches in his chest as Husk gives him a look. “Gonna deprive me of what you really sound like when you're fallin’ apart, Angel?” He brings Angel’s hand up, and kisses the indented teeth marks he’d left behind on his own skin. “I’ve heard that fake shit you do for the cameras. And I don’t believe it for a second,” wildfire yellow eyes burn holes right through him, and Angel’s ribcage feels fit to burst. “Lemme hear you, baby.”
Angel whines.
Husk had tilted his head, considered for a moment as he looked Angel up and down, and asked, “You wanna be spoiled, Angel?”
Spoiled. Ruined. Same difference.
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Life's never been kind to Angel. It's chewed him up and spat him out again, over and over and over. And, sure, maybe some of the shit he's gone through's his own damn fault---it must be, given where he's ended up. Fate cast her die and decided he's doomed to fail or whatever. It's fine. He's accepted it. Made the most of it, or tried to. And it's sure gotten him somewhere. He's the most famous porn star in all of Hell, working for the illustrious Porn Overlord, Valentino.
Until fate decides to fuck with him some more and throws a wrench into the monotony of Angel's afterlife through a chance meeting with the one and only Gambling Demon himself. All at once, Angel finds himself clutching something he thought he'd lost a long time ago: hope.
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- Part 2 of Betting Right, For You and Me
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Angel had always been pretty.
But recently, the one person he actually wanted to call him that simply wouldn’t.
OR: i tried to write a PWP oneshot and it turned into 15k words of character study, angst, and eventual disgustingly tender smut.
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The VIP lounge of the strip club is dimly lit, the neon red mood lighting casting shadows over the velvet sofas that match the panelling of the walls. As Angel retraces his steps to the furthermost corner of the lounge, a single sofa positioned strategically in front of a floor to ceiling spinning pole, he’s perplexed by the swirling of anxiety in his gut. He’s trod this same path probably 1000 times or more. But this time is different. This time he isn’t making the journey with some faceless ghoul on his arm. No, this time is different because it's Husk.
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The hotel crew visit Angel during his shift at the strip club and Husk gets a private dance. No beta we die like Sir Pentious.
!No explicit SA described just typical Valentino abuse! -
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“Val- I-I don’t understand. What’s going on?” He reached for Val in desperation, trying to make sense of what was happening but his mind felt fuzzy and he couldn’t decipher the situation.
Val grabbed his hand and pulled Angel close to him. He exhaled pink smoke into his face and Angel felt himself relax into Val’s grip. Val used another hand to grab Angel’s chin tightly, claws digging in but not enough to break his skin.
“You’re not my problem anymore,” Val whispered into his ear. “I have no use for addict trash like you.”
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When Val loses Angel to the gambling overlord but makes sure Angel believes he simply didn't want him anymore. Angel is left devastated and unsure of what his new life and master will be like.
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- Part 1 of Wicked Old Soul AU