Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 3: Blood Play/Threesomes (Lute/Vaggie/Charlie)

"Don't act so high and mighty, Vaggie," Lute growled, her voice echoing through the dimly lit corridor of the hotel. The tall, imposing figure of the angel loomed over Vaggie, her single arm crossed over her chest, her golden eyes burning with intensity.

Vaggie stood rigid, her good eye narrowed in anger, her fists clenched at her sides. "I'm nothing like you, Lute. Not anymore."

"Oh really?" Lute's lips curled into a wicked grin, her voice dripping with mockery. "Because the way I remember it, you used to love every second of it. Remember the exterminations? All that blood... we'd tear through demons like they were nothing, and after? Oh, Vaggie... after."

Vaggie's face flushed with shame, her eye darting away as if she could will the memories from her mind. But Lute wasn't done—oh no, she loved to drag out every gory detail, and she wasn't about to let Vaggie off the hook. The newly fallen angel loved bothering Vaggie. If she was going to be stuck in hell, she was going to make Vaggie's life hell.

"You loved it when we came back to Heaven, didn't you?" Lute's voice dropped lower, more taunting. "My blood-soaked hand pounding away into you... you couldn't get enough of it. I'd paint you in mortal blood, make you feel every bit of the dirty realm we'd just returned from, and you'd beg for more."

"Stop," Vaggie hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and humiliation. She turned away, refusing to meet Lute's gaze, but the tall angel took a step closer, her predatory grin widening.

"Why? Too much for you to handle?" Lute's tone was dark, teasing. "Funny how you act like you're above it now, when back then, you used to scream my name every time I pushed my bloodied fingers inside you. The way your tongue would lap the blood off my neck like some hellhound in heat. You loved it, Vaggie. You loved every drop."

"I said stop!" Vaggie's voice cracked as she spun around, her hands shaking, her eye blazing with fury. But even in her anger, there was something else—something darker lurking beneath the surface. Shame. Shame that Lute could still get under her skin, could still remind her of the things she tried so hard to forget.

Charlie had been walking down the corridor, her soft humming silenced the moment she heard the raised voices. She paused, hiding around the corner as she listened to the argument, her heart pounding. Vaggie had never talked about this—about her past with Lute, about the things they'd done together. But now, hearing it... Charlie's curiosity was piqued in a way that made her skin flush with heat.

Carefully, she stepped closer, just enough to hear more clearly.

"It's not like that anymore," Vaggie muttered, her voice thick with frustration. "I'm not... I'm not that person."

"Not that person?" Lute laughed, the sound harsh and cruel. "Oh, Vaggie. I remember every time you begged to bite me. The way your tongue lapped at my golden blood, how it made you squirt for me. Do you remember that feeling? That euphoria?"

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Vaggie's ear. "You've never done that for anyone else, have you? Not even your sweet little princess can give you that much pleasure."

Vaggie's breath hitched, her eye widening in horror as Lute's words struck a nerve. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a voice broke through the tension.

"Wait..." Charlie stepped out from around the corner, her face flushed, her expression one of surprise and anger mixed with something else—something more dangerous. "Vaggie, is it true?"

Vaggie turned, her eye widening in shock at the sight of Charlie standing there. "Charlie... it's not..."

"You squirted for her ? That blood play...it makes you feel things," Charlie said, her voice quiet. Her heart pounded in her chest, her gaze flicking between Lute and Vaggie, her mind racing with the possibilities. "You've never done that with me."