Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 13: Bratty Velvette/Spanking/Fingering (Carmilla/Velvette)

Day 13: Bratty Velvette/Spanking/Fingering (Carmilla/Velvette)

Carmilla stood at the edge of the dimly lit chamber, her tall figure radiating a quiet, simmering fury as she watched Velvette lounge lazily on the velvet couch, scrolling through her phone with the same air of detached boredom she always carried. The disrespect was palpable—the same disdainful attitude that Velvette had displayed throughout the entire meeting earlier, mocking the Overlords, Carmilla in particular, with her snide remarks and insults about being "old" and "out of touch."

Carmilla's pale magenta fingers flexed, the sharp black nails glinting in the low light as she took a slow, measured breath, attempting to keep her cool. Velvette had always been like this—bratty, disrespectful, pushing boundaries for the sake of it. But tonight, after the meeting where she had insulted not only Zestial but Carmilla's own decisions, something inside her snapped.

The Queen of Hell's weapons dealer was done playing nice.

"Velvette," Carmilla's voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Put that phone down. Now."

Velvette's cedar-brown eyes flicked lazily toward her, a smirk tugging at her black-lined lips. She didn't even bother sitting up, instead, she continued to scroll, clearly amused by Carmilla's sudden shift in tone. "Oh, relax, Carmilla. What's got your pretty little ballerina dress in a twist this time?"

Carmilla's eyes narrowed, her patience finally at its breaking point. With swift steps, she crossed the room, her long legs moving with the graceful precision she was known for, her black ballet slippers barely making a sound as she closed the distance between them.

Velvette raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Carmilla's sudden intensity. "What, you gonna dance me to death?" she mocked, her smirk widening as she held up her phone, snapping a quick picture of Carmilla's furious expression. "Smile for the camera, Queenie."

Carmilla's response was immediate. With a single, fluid motion, she reached down, snatching the phone out of Velvette's hand and tossing it across the room, where it hit the wall with a loud crash.

Velvette's eyes widened in surprise, her playful smirk fading as she finally sat up, her voice sharp with indignation. "What the hell, Carmilla?"

"You've pushed me too far tonight, Velvette," Carmilla growled, her voice low and dangerous as she loomed over the smaller Overlord. "I've tolerated your bratty behavior long enough. But now? Now, you'll see what happens when you disrespect me."

Velvette's usual cocky attitude faltered for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously to the shattered remains of her phone before she looked back at Carmilla, a spark of defiance still lingering in her gaze. "You think you can just—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Carmilla's hand shot out, grabbing Velvette by the wrist and yanking her up from the couch with a strength that belied her slender frame. Velvette gasped in surprise, her body colliding with Carmilla's as the taller woman spun her around, pinning her arms behind her back in a firm, unyielding grip.

"What are you—" Velvette began, but her words were cut off by the sharp tug of Carmilla's fingers pulling at the collar of her navy-blue coat, yanking it down to expose the soft, brown skin of her back.

"I'm tired of your games, Velvette," Carmilla hissed, her voice low and dangerous as she pressed Velvette against the wall, her grip tightening. "You think you can disrespect me, mock me, and get away with it? You've been asking for this."

Velvette's breath hitched as she struggled against Carmilla's hold. But the Queen of Hell's weapons dealer was too strong, too experienced, and Velvette was trapped, caught in the storm of Carmilla's sudden fury.