prologue
You never knew love or healthy or stable.
You were used in every aspect while alive. But the great thing about being in Hell was that you get to choose who uses you. And when they use you.
Sometimes.
"And today we have a special guest star!"
You never thought Hell would be much more fun than being alive. Those are the perks that came with everything being legal. Then again it was actually your best friend that made your life in this sufferable pit bearable.
Angel Dust.
"Everyone welcome Hell's favorite little angel!",you smile warmly at the camera and Angel Dust comes into view. Adorning his own masquerade mask, his soft pink one contrasting against your ink black one.
You looked to him and gave him a warm smile while wrapping your arms around him for a hug. Your eyes fell to the chat box on the large screen, the fans and viewers spam the chat. They're going crazy over their favorite sex workers together and in one room.
You and Angel Dust go throughout your show, simply lounging in lingerie and interacting with the fans.
You loved your job in all honesty. You made amazing cash and you found a wide wide audience that yearned for you. Many were attracted to you and your seductive ways. It was mesmerizing how you could make them feel such indescribable things without ever taking off your lingerie.
You were happy to be doing this with Angel Dust. No matter how much you had to pay him just so Valentino wouldn't punish him for doing this livestream without permission. And by the end of it Angel Dust was truly happy and smiling alongside you.
He always enjoyed your company. And quite frankly he felt special to be in on your little secret.
"Well thats it for today, my loves. Let's all thank Angel Dust for his company.",you smile softly at the flatscreen with a tilting of your head. You rest on Angels lap, his hands resting on your thighs and cupping your cheeks. Angel grins at the camera and shoots the audience a wink,"It was nice being here, you filthy sluts!"
You look to the camera and the strap of your bra hangs off of your shoulder,"Make sure to go and give my angel some support. Thank you to everyone who joined and gave money. And we hit our goal for today! Here's a little present~"
Angel Dust takes that as his cue and he pulls your face back towards him. With that he leans in and runs his tongue across your bottom lip. Your hands grasp his wrists as he holds your face.
Letting your eyes flutter shut you stick your tongue out and let his play with yours. You both let out soft pants and moans as your hands roam and grope one another. Angel groans softly at the feeling of you grinding against his crotch.
Your cheeks instinctively flush at the heated makeout and gentle grinding. You're first to pull away and both of your tongues hang out of your mouths, a string of saliva connecting them.
You cup Angels cheeks and pant softly, licking your lips you smile in a faux ditzy way. Turning to the camera you pull Angel in close, his cheek squishing against yours.
"Thank you, lovelies!"
With that both of you wave at the camera. Angel Dust simply stares at you in a ditzy and hazy way as you reach forward and click on the keyboard, shutting off the camera and TV.
You squeal with excitement and hug Angel in a more genuine way,"That was amazing! You were great, the people loved you, Angie!" Angel Dust chuckles as you tug at the satin pink ribbon on his mask and pull it down and off of his freckled face.
Angel Dust always held you close to his heart. You were everything he wasn't, and for that he loved you. Since the moment he met you online after one of your livestreams, two years ago, he clicked with you instantly.
He watched your livestreams every week since then. Smiling at your cute and soft demeanor you acted out on screen. He felt lucky to know he was the only one to genuinely experience that in person. And he was the only one to experience something deeper with you.
You blinked back and reached up to tug off the ink black wig and toss it onto your bed behind the two of you. Realizing something you leaned in,"Did our little kiss make the Angel Dust get hard?" Angel's phone buzzes on the desk across the room. He ignores it.
Angel Dust rolled his mismatched eyes and reached behind your head to tug the satin black ribbon. Angel Dust was gay, this he knew ever since he was alive. But when he met you...
"And what if I did, wanna give me a quickie, toots?"
When he met you he felt something. Something deeper than sex or anything platonic. It terrified him and confused him. So as he did with anything that scared or terrified him, he did everything he could to ignore it. Shielding and covering it with sex.
You laugh gently and allow him to pull the black mask off of your face. You tilt your head slightly and reach up to comb through his soft white locks,"You're not gonna make me beg for it?" You let out a soft "oh" of surprise when he pushes up on his heeled boots and knocks you onto your back.
You hit the black fuzzy heart shaped carpet and smile up at him. His hands rest on your hips and he leans down to connect your lips once more. But not before a loud and incessant buzzing hits him.
Angel's phone began to buzz wildly across the room. Unable to ignore its loudness Angel stood up with a sigh of annoyance while shooting you an apologetic look. You frown a bit while looking to Angel Dust and sit up.
Your eyes watch as Angel Dust answers the phone with annoyance then you turn to look at the large flatscreen. Your eyes pan up to the camera atop of it and they widen in horror at the flashing red light.
You grab your keyboard and are quick to turn it on, only to see your true self on the screen. You gasp and hastily slam your fingers onto the keyboard until the red light goes off and the succubus pops up on screen with the automated message you usually checked for.
ROSE VALENTINE
HAS FINISHED HER SHOW!♡︎
"(Y/N) the live-!",Angel turns as Cherri shouts over the phone and he notices the way you stare at the screen with wide unblinking eyes.
Ah...shit.