Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 4: Making Porn/Dubious Consent/Painal/Airtight (Charlie/Porno Demons)

The air in Valentino's lavish penthouse was thick with the scent of smoke, perfume, and power. Everything in the room screamed excess—gilded furniture, velvet drapes, and a lingering haze of cigar smoke that seemed to cling to the walls. But beneath the luxury, there was something far darker at play.

Charlie stood near the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her surroundings. She had known coming here would be dangerous—Valentino was one of the most powerful demons in Hell, and deals with him rarely came without a heavy price. But she didn't have a choice. Not this time.

Angel Dust needed her, and she would do anything to set him free.

Valentino sat sprawled in a plush armchair in the center of the room, a lit cigar dangling between his fingers as he watched Charlie with a lazy, predatory grin. His golden shades reflected the dim light, hiding his eyes but not the intensity of his gaze as it roamed over her. He exuded confidence and cruelty, every inch of him a reminder of the power he held.

"Well, well, well," Valentino drawled, his voice smooth and dripping with amusement. "Look who finally decided to show up. You know, princess, I didn't think you had it in you."

Charlie swallowed hard, her throat dry as she took a cautious step forward. "I'm here for Angel," she said, her voice firm but trembling at the edges. "You said you'd let him go if I... if I did this."

Valentino chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair as he took a long drag from his cigar. "Oh, I'll let him go, sweetheart. But you know how deals work down here, don't you? Once you agree, there's no going back. You'll have to play your part... perfectly."

Charlie's chest tightened, the weight of what she was about to do pressing down on her like a vice. She knew what Valentino wanted—he had made that painfully clear when he first proposed the deal. Starring in one of his films meant one thing: complete and utter submission to the demons under his control. They would have her, use her, and there would be no room for hesitation or regret.

But Angel's life was at stake, and Charlie had always believed in redemption—even if it meant sacrificing herself to save him.

"I understand," Charlie said, her voice quieter now but resolute. "Just... keep your promise."

Valentino's grin widened, his teeth gleaming in the dim light as he flicked ash from his cigar. "Oh, I'm a demon of my word, princess. Angel will be free to go. But first..." He gestured toward the far end of the room, where the shadows seemed to shift and move.

Charlie's heart skipped a beat as several demons emerged from the darkness, their eyes gleaming with hunger and lust. They were powerful—tall, hulking figures with sharp claws, horns, and grins that sent shivers down her spine. Each one exuded raw, animalistic desire, their gazes fixed firmly on her as they closed in, surrounding her like predators stalking their prey.

Charlie's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing as she felt their eyes on her. There was no turning back now. She had made the deal.

Valentino leaned forward, his voice low and full of promise. "Let's give the cameras something worth watching, sweetheart. Make sure you enjoy it... for their sake."

Charlie felt the room spin slightly as the weight of the moment hit her. She forced herself to breathe, to focus on the reason she was doing this—Angel. She had to remember that. But the reality of what was about to happen sent a wave of nervous energy through her body, her hands trembling slightly as she stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the demons.

One of them stepped forward, his large, muscular frame towering over her as he reached out, his claws gently tracing the edge of her cheek. His touch was surprisingly soft for someone so fearsome, but there was no mistaking the predatory glint in his eyes.