Summary: You are a soft-spoken demon with a sweet smile and a lethal gaze. In Hell, your calmness is deceptive: behind that sweetness hides a cold and calculating mind, capable of poisoning with words or with your literal poison. Valentino, the most provocative and corrupt Overlord, never imagined that someone so "calm" could make him lose control.
Type: Romantic, Headcanon
Warning: Val is a warning already. Strong language, mild violence, mention of sex.
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What???
How and why?
I guess because he's a moth and you're a butterfly, do you match?
Plus, you both wear your wings like coats.
He loves to make fun of your height. "Everyone is dwarfed by me, but you… my little butterfly, are a pocket toy."
He says it with that provocative tone, knowing you'll look at him seriously. Sometimes he even lifts you up with one arm just to annoy you—and you, with your almost heavenly patience, simply sigh and threaten to poison him if he doesn't put you down.
You're an expert on insects, and sinners usually tend to succumb to their animal instincts. You know perfectly well how to keep Valentino at your feet; you know his physical weak spots. You're like a puppy sometimes.
Imagine working late as usual and your husband walks into your lab. "Baby, Daddy is really hot right now." "I'm busy, Vox needs this formula by tomorrow." Val takes a drag on her cigarette and approaches you. Without saying anything, she grabs you by your waist with one arm and carries you to the bed. "Oh, Valentino, let me go now." "No."
You're immune to his smoke or pheromones. Come on, you're resistant to any strong poison, and your husband's is no exception. That might irritate Val a little when he wants to fuck you and you don't feel like it. "Honey, please." "No, I'm busy."
You helped him and Velvette make the love potion with your beloved's pheromones. Imagine Val lying in bed while you gently try to coax his pheromones out of him. "Oh mi amor, I'm hard." "Val, you're disgusting." "Yes, I know."
He knows he's messed up when you look at him like that. He knows he doesn't have to piss you off because 1: you could scold him and that's nothing, or 2: something much worse that he doesn't want to find out about.
He loves to provoke you, like watching your every reaction, especially when you break your mask, seeing you disarmed and angry, it turns him on.
His kisses are agonizing, they literally choke you, and part of your lungs are frozen from… you know, that little fight you had.Sometimes I just need your love, but you're so complicated.
You play hard to get with him even though you love him, you tolerate him, you love watching a giant kneel down begging for forgiveness so you can see him and love him. "Please, love, just a little attention."
This man has posture problems. How do you solve it? Simple, intensive massage therapy with you.
Imagine being on Val's back, massaging her and adjusting her spine, squeezing it. "Oh Y/n wait-… shit!… oh that felt like a metal penis… so great." "Gross." "And how you like it, babe."
He likes to put his glasses on you; they're a little big on you. But they're adorable.
They're like an old divorced couple: the empowered, responsible woman and the immature idiot.
Imagine you're fighting with Valentino, and when he tries to get close to you, you unsheathe your poison-laced katana and point it at him. "Oh, amorcito, you don't want to make daddy mad, do you?" He says with his threatening voice "You know I do and that I'm very capable, my love" "…shit, I'm already hard" "Disgusting…" You look at him and throw yourself on him to kiss him aggressively while he takes off your haori and unbuttons your uniform with his hands. Those in the studio stare open-mouthed and Angel, on the recording bed, turns his gaze. "What are you looking at, idiots?! Don't you see that I want to fuck my wife? Get out!"
