King of Rainbows!? (Male Sukuna reader x Hazbin Hotel) Outdated

Masquerade

[The chapter opens with Angel waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. She tries to budge free but fails. Her captor paces around her.]

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.

[Angel glowers but eventually regains her confident smile.]

Angel: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

[Captor holds a knife against Angel's face.]

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.

Angel: [laughs unbothered.] It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

[The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.]

Captor: Fine! I guess I'll just have to fuck the information out of ya.

Angel: [Stares defiantly.] Do your worst. [Then breaks into a seductive smile.] Daddy~

[The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.]

Angel (onscreen): Oh, yeah, baby~

[Cuts to Sir Pentiuos and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie and Y/n annoyed and Niffty  rather interested.]

Angel: You know, this performance won me a Sex-x-xi award.

Charlie: It's, uh... Very... Honest?... Oh. [Charlie turns away, nauseous and tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.]

Vaggie: Ew.

[Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen before turning her head away to avoid watching with her hand covering her mouth this time.]

Angel (onscreen]: Oh, harder, daddy~

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

Y/n: I don't get why anyone would pay for such things.

[Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel with a disapproving and unamused stare.]

Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?

Angel: What? You said was show-and-tell day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.

[Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.]

Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.

Angel: [laughs pissed off] Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Angel: [Gasps] Fuck you! This is classy art! [Gestures at the TV screen]

Angel (onscreen): OH! FUUUCK!

[Co-star slaps Angel's ass and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.]

Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.

[Gestures to Sir Pentious] That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!

[To Charlie] Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.