Angel dust fictive. Adult. Don't follow me if you're a kid.
I'm gonna post whatever the fuck I want. I'll try to tag obvious shit that people will filter for. But I may post trauma shit or drugs or nsfw shit. I dunno yet I just got here.
Anyone can interact. If you're a val this includes you. Source mates in general welcome. Show fans fine too. I don't mind being talked to like im Angel Dust cause I am as long as you aren't weird about it and act like I gotta be exactly like canon or some idea you got of me.
fictive culture is yes I am a Valentino fictive and I have a positive romantic relationship with our partner systems Angel Dust fictive, I wish people would stop telling me that I'm abusing him because of my source no I'm not I don't like my sources I don't condone my source why can't people understand introjects don't choose their source actions and aren't their source. I love my bf that is all
Our Val is married our spouse systems Angel and I promise we have fictives of worse men who are also in healthy relationships people gotta be normal about this
It's funny I just came out because I got mad but it's good I got activated because Just yesterday Vox was missin me and wonderin if I would ever return from the war
Genuinely shocking to me when I do a little step outside my normal internet circle (trying to figure how tf to get into a quarentined reddit on mobile) and seeing how many people think you are a bad horrible person automaticslly for having a rape kink/cnc. Do these clowns also think that when children play pretend kill each orher they are actual murders as well
They're on an upwards swing. Sharing drugs and lazily swapping spit, fucking and enjoying themselves. In the moment, they're cuddled up together on some couch. Angel's little black dress is hiked up, Valentino's cock nestled nice and deep inside his pretty pink pussy. They've done enough rounds that by now they're just lazily cuddlefucking. Angel thinks he might fall asleep with Valentino's fingers dancing along his back and his smoke sweet and heavy in his veins.
They ordered drinks a while ago. Maybe five minutes, maybe an hour. Time is liquid and surupy right now, Angel's not sure, he's just playing with Valentino's nipple chain and the way the gold glints in the light. The imp waiter comes back and Angel sees Val's fruity little drink, but he was *sure* he ordered a redheaded slut. His drink doesn't look anything like it should.
Before he can say anything, Valentino is shifting underneath him, pulling out his gun. A quick blast hits the imp's foot, and it's impossible for Angel to tell if it was a miss or a warning shot. What he does know is Valentino is sneering at their waiter, insulting them, demanding they fix Angel's drink up *right* and bring it back *fucking now*
Babbling apologies spill from the imp's lips as they rush away, well aware of exactly how dangerous sinners are. Valentino grumbles about how everyone could learn a thing or two from kitty before his hand settles on the small of Angel's back again, claws light and coaxing as he scratches through the fur.
"You liked that baby."
Its barely even a tease, cooing the words so sweetly that Angel feels like he's going to get a cavity from it. And Valentino is *right,* that kind of casual cruelty always works Angel up to watch, and when it's *for* him? His pussy, already wet, is *drooling,* he's clenching around Valentino with something they both know isn't fear.
"Can't help it. You look so good with a gun in your hand-"
Angel can't help the moan that escapes him either as Valentino's lower hands settle on his hips and prompt him to start moving more than the lazy twitches they'd been enjoying. Piercing red eyes settling on his body make him squirm, and his fingers tighten on Val's chain to tug him up a little for a quick kiss so he can murmur against his mouth "It's a hellborn. You know they don't respawn. You don't have to hurt it for me."
He can hear how flattered he sounds though, and Valentino laughs beneath him. "It fucked up your drink baby. Of course it needs punishment."
Their waiter comes back with the correct drink, and Angel doesn't stop riding Valentino as he accepts it and knocks it back. It takes more coordination than he thought he had given how fucked up he already is, but he manages not to spill. Not as he bounces on the cock that's made to settle deep and heavy in his cunt. Not as another gunshot pierces the air, the imp's scream something grating that nonetheless makes his pussy *clench* around Valentino.
Its not a quick death. Valentino hit a lung, and Angel ignores the blubbering as he listens to the way the breathing shifts, how those lungs are filling with blood, the imp drowning in his own juices. "Fuck, baby-" He knows he's with a monster, dangerous, sadistic. As violent as he was gorgeus. But how long has it been since that violence was *for him* as much as it was for Valentino's own pleasure?
When Val brings the gun to Angel's mouth, there's not just a lack of hesitation as he gets to work. Angel is *eager,* greedy, licking along the barrel without caring how the heated metal burns his tongue, drinking in the smell of gunsmoke as he rides Valentino that much more eagerly.
They cum together just like that, and Angel let's his half drunk cocktail spill from his fingers, glass breaking against the floor as he snuggles right back up to Valentino's chest with his cock softening inside him. He *missed* this.
