Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss X Reader Oneshots and Imagines

Human!Arackniss x Human!Reader Pt2❤‍🔥

Alphonse opened the door and stood, then spun around and gestured forward. "Out of the car."

She stuck her tongue out at him in an imitation of a child's refusal, and made no motion to get out of the vehicle. He stared at her for a moment in annoyance before dragging her out by her shoulders. "Walk."

"Can't make me." she taunted, and let her legs droop to the point where she was sitting on the curb, her dress pooling around her feet. Alphonse let his finger toy with the safety of his gun. "I could just shoot you right here," he threatened. She chuckled. "You'd like to, wouldn't you? But wait, Daddy won't let you, poor darling."

"He will. And I'll enjoy putting a bullet through that beautiful face of yours." He snarled. Her eyes widened slightly, and he grinned at the reaction. "Ready to head inside now, princess?"

Her expression hardened, and she remained seated. He sighed in exasperation and hauled her over his shoulder, carrying her loudly protesting form towards the house. "Will you SHUT UP?" he muttered, avoiding the questioning glances of the numerous guards lining the door. "No!" she complained, swinging her foot into his chest. "Your shoulder feels like it's made of bricks and it's painful as hell!"

"You're a hostage, Volkov, you're not supposed to be comfortable! What part of that don't you understand? I am in charge here!" he said, pushing her dress off his face for what seemed like the sixth time. "Is your ego really that fragile that you feel you have to remind me that you're the boss~" she started, then suddenly stopped when Alphonse pushed open a door and walked inside. He swung her body down and dropped her onto a chair, double checking the ropes on her hands before tying new ones around her ankles, keeping her rooted to the seat.

"You sit here and don't pull anything, you hear me?" he asked harshly, his hand already on the doorknob. "I'll be back in a moment, and if I find out that you've done something stupid, you're gonna be in a lot more pain than necessary."

She scoffed as he left the room, but as soon as the door closed, she started wiggling her hands against the bonds on her wrists.The knots were tighter than she was used to, and it took more effort to slide her fingers through the nylon fibers.

Footsteps echoed through the walls, and she swore as the sounds of voices grew closer. She shifted her hands back into their earlier position as the door swung open and an older, finely dressed Italian man stepped inside. "Miss Volkov, a pleasure," he said, tipping his hat. "I'm Henry Velenoso. You might say I'm an old friend of your father's."

"I know who you are," she spat. He nodded, seemingly amused. "Well then. If you know everything, then I suppose you know why we've brought you here." Henry began pacing slowly around her, a patronizing look on his face. "It really is a shame your father brought such a lovely young woman into this business. A beautiful girl like yourself should be more focused on other, more feminine things."

"Cut to the chase, Velenoso. If you're planning on killing me I'd recommend you get to it already."

Henry chuckled. "My dear, I consider myself a gentleman. Why would I kill you? What could I possibly gain from the death of a girl?" He looked around for Alphonse, then gestured to the ropes holding her down. "Alphonse, get these off our guest. That's no way to treat someone of such important status."

Alphonse nodded and began untying the knots. "Looks like you didn't get to shoot me after all," she whispered. He scowled and let the ropes fall to the ground. Henry gestured towards the hallway behind him. "Your room is this way, dear."

The group made their way out and up the polished marble steps until they reached a set of double doors. The mob king nodded to the two nearby guards, and turned to the heiress. "I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us, Miss Volkov. Dinner is served at six thirty, I'll expect to see you there."