Helltaker one shots

A Day for Us Alone

Requested by @Kyotoyabo1

The house was unusually quiet. Everyone had left for an important meeting in Hell, summoned by Lucifer herself. But not Zdrada. No, she wasn't one to sit idly by while others had all the fun. Today, she wanted something different—her own private day with Y/n, and she was determined to have his full attention.

Boredom gnawed at her, a rare feeling for the ever-fiery demon. She found herself wandering the halls, missing the usual chaos of teasing Malina or provoking Monica. But now, with the house empty, she craved something more... something just for them.

Her steps quickened as she approached Y/n's room, the door barely closed as he napped after a long day. Without hesitation, she flung it open.

"Y/n! Wake up!" Her voice was sharp, playful, demanding.

Startled, Y/n rubbed his eyes and glared sleepily. "Ah, fuck—Zdrada? What do you want?"

"Everyone's gone to that boring meeting Lucifer arranged. I didn't bother going. Now I'm bored out of my mind!" she pouted, voice dripping with faux indignation.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

Her eyes sparkled mischievously as they flicked down his body. A slow smile curved her lips. "Oh, I have something in mind..." she purred, stepping closer, her tail flicking with excitement.

She moved with a predatory grace, straddling him lightly as she leaned in. "Today's going to be unforgettable."

Soft, teasing kisses rained down his cheek, warm and electric. She left playful marks on his neck and chest—little reminders of her affection. Their lips met, fierce yet tender, as they searched for that familiar dance of control and surrender.

Her hands found him, exploring freely, and Y/n responded, his touch gentle but sure. The room filled with the heat of their shared closeness, their breaths mingling as they paused, savoring the quiet after the storm.

Zdrada nestled against his chest, basking in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Y/n kissed her forehead, a quiet promise in his eyes.

After a moment, he smiled and whispered, "Wait here. I'm going to grab something from Monica's room."

Before she could protest, the door closed softly behind him, leaving Zdrada curious.

He returned swiftly, holding something behind his back—a leash, delicate yet undeniable, and a pair of handcuffs, gleaming faintly in the dim light.

"Back already?" she teased, eyes narrowing playfully.

Before she could react, he gently fastened the leash around her neck—not as a symbol of control, but a token of trust and shared adventure.

"Now, be a good partner," he murmured with a smile.

Her defiant smirk softened as he drew her close, their faces inches apart.

"Show me how you take care of your partner," he challenged softly, his voice low and inviting.

She tried to catch the upper hand, but he was already cuffing her wrists—lightly, almost reverently. The tension between them was electric, charged with the thrill of the game.

He pressed her against the wall, lips claiming hers in a kiss deep and full of promise. Words fell away, replaced by the language of closeness and yearning.

When they finally retreated to the bed, the room seemed to pulse with their shared warmth. Every touch was a conversation, every glance a vow.

Y/n's voice was low, soothing. "Today is just for us, for laughter, for quiet moments and fierce passion."

Zdrada smiled, her heart racing—not from dominance or submission, but from the rare and precious intimacy they shared.

They spent the day wrapped in each other's presence, a dance of trust and affection, of playful teasing and deep connection. Time slipped away, irrelevant in the bubble they created—until the world came rushing back as everyone returned home.

But for that day, it was just them.