hazbin hotel/helluva boss x reader one-shots (On Hold)

yandere crimson x male reader

Learning to love is easy as learning to read

Warnings: forced blowjob.
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The room you were in was dimly lit, the floor cold and hard, unforgiving. The only form of comfort you got was a thin mattress giving to you by crimson.

Damn him.

Setting your head back against the wall you listened to the sound of your Horns scrape lightly against the wet wall. Moss growing on the wet spots on the walls.

Tap, tap.

Your tail thumbed against the concrete floor in boredom. Your leg was chained down, a black ball holding your leg in place the chains that held your leg hostage short.

Your hoofs were slightly submerged in dark sewer water, little pieces of wet clothes hanging onto your hoof tightly, outlining the curve of your small hoofs.

Your skin was cold and dark, dirtied by the grim of the basement water that sloshed onto you every so often, leaving you cold and wet.

The door creaked open and crimson's lankeys walked down into the basement, carrying big bloody sacks.

Eyes growing hard, you didn't need their pity. You huffed looking away from their gazes.

"Hey, uh- don't tell da boss but here ya go."

The small shark spoke, pulling out a tiny sack of food and extra blankets. Pulling out a chain of keys he tossed them to you, leaving you without another word.

Sighing you set the small sack to your side, grabbing the keys you tried them on every lock, Being able to move freely was a extremely nice.

The keys couldn't unlock the basement door. Unfortunately, leaving you in the dark.

Sitting back down you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling, dirty green water dripped down onto your face, trickling down the side of your head.

Your fingers twitched as the door creaked open slowly, light leaking into the room lighting up the basement water.

Shoes clicked against the concrete stairs, a soft hum leaving crimson's throat.

His eyes scanned over the room, eyes flitting over your well form, the muscles you once had no longer their, your arms thin but not too thin. His fingers twitched, wanting to run down along the curve of your smooth-ish horns.

He wasn't gay. That's what he told himself, it was just admiration. For how you looked and carry yourself, he admired you for a lot of things. Your horns, your strength, how you smelled...

Shaking his head he stepped down the final step, staring at your still form. Your tail was stiff, moving every so often. He wanted to lock tails with you, but his own tail was fucked up badly.

Tossing the cigarette he was smoking onto the floor, bending down he ran his fingers through your white hair, admiring the soft locks between his red fingers.

His eyes growing hard as he gripped your hair hard in his hand yanking you up to his face, a scowl set.

"Is that anyway to greet your master?"

He hissed out through gritted teeth, brows knitted forward as you winced in pain, fingers holding onto his hand in an effort to remove it.

"Fuck you."

You spat back venomously, withering in pain as he pulled more vigorously on your hair, pulling stands of soft white hair out.

You missed striker, you should've listened like a good little brother and stayed at home, let him take the job, but no. You just had to prove your worth to him, show him you could be a big man just like him.

You hated the bastard in front of you, his stupid smile, the smell of cigarettes and wine hot on his breath. You hated how he held you, hated how he forced you into cuddling sessions.

"Well if you insist..."

He spoke, a playful edge to his tone as he stood up, tugging his belt off. Eyes widening you struggled harder in his hold as he pulled out his semi erection. The tip flared red, veins pulsing as he pumped it, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Open up for daddy~"

He purred, pulling your head closer to his flared tip, lips smeared in salty pre-cum.

Tears sprung up into your eyes as he forced his erection into your mouth, cheeks becoming sore from his iron grip. The length filling your mouth, the wrinkles and folds pushing up against your inner cheeks, the texture ingrained in your memory.

You struggled to breath, inhailing against his length. Pre-cum leaked down your throat, causing you to shudder in disgust. The taste was horrible, being salty and sour at the same time.

His fingers ran across your jaw, trailing back up to grip your hair. Pulling your head up and down, forcing the tip into the back of your throat, his swollen balls brushing your chin, swelling up with each forced thrust.

He groaned, fingers scrapping against your sclep as he gripped your horns harshly in his grip. A strained whine leaving you as you choked on his length, wanting it to be over.

Your jaw was sore from being forced to hang open. Tears spilled from your eyes as crimson leaned his head against the wall, horns scrapping against the wall.

His thrusts became harsher and harder, hitting the back of your throat. The flared tip rubbing up against the back of your sore throat, you choked as a spurt of hot sticky ropes of cum shot down through your throat, his length pulsating as he finished.

Crimson purred, pulling out of your moth, cum dribbling down your chin in globs.

"You'll come to love the taste of me~"

He purred, a cruel smile playing on his face as he covered your mouth, forcing you to swallow the left over spurts left in your mouth.

"Besides, your brother ain't ever going to find ya. I'll make sure of that."

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