title: "Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss: Small Jobs" aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Flintox] id: [45097300] date: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 3:45:01 下午 modified: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 3:50:10 下午

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Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss: Small Jobs

Author: Flintox Source: Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss: Small Jobs 1-3

Helluva Boss: Small Jobs 1

“Get in here gang!”

Before the imps voice even had a chance to echo down the cheap drywall hallway of the cheap rented office space, two other imps burst through the door, Millie first wielding an axe, eyes darting around the room looking for the source of the threat, followed by Moxxie, pistol held up in front of him at his wife’s back.

“What is it sir?!” Moxxie asked, his eyes scanning the empty, disheveled office of his employer.

The room was empty, items strewn on the floor, the trash bin knocked over, bullet holes riddled the wall, bloodied weapons strewn across the room...practically the same way it always was, but no sign of any intruder.

Blitzo stood at his desk, seemingly impressed by the quick response time of his employees. “Great fucking hustle there M&M. A for effort.” He gave a cheesy smile. “Now un-bunch your panties and meet out new client.”

The two imps lowered their weapons and walked up to the table, searching around for this supposed client. “Uh sir?” Millie asked. “There ain't anybody here!”

The long horned imp smirked and leaned forward. “Right here Mills.” He pointed towards the top of the desk. 

Millie and Moxxie leaned in closer, spotting a small, very small figure on the table. It was a demon, wearing a sleek, striped suit littered with product logo patches like a NASCAR drivers outfit, their eyes were squares with tiny crossed as pupils on a face that sporting a smile that couldn’t have been more fake looking.

Moxxie blinked. “Uh-What is th-”

“Oh my stars! It’s so cute!” Millie burst out in front of Moxxie, looming over the little imp on the table.

The little imp put his hand up. “Aw, you’re too kind!”

Blitzo pushed the doting Millie away. “This, Mox, is out client. Adilaide Adler.”

Moxxie looked between the little imp and his boss. “W-why are they so small?”

“Well, it’s a rare phenomenon so you guys have probably never heard of it.” Blitzo started, dropping into his seat. “Every once in a while you have a proper, sick fuck of a psycho drop dead on the surface, people so twisted that their soul simply cant handle the trip to Hell and splinters the fuck apart. Sometimes one of those fractions manage to hold on to their consciousness forming what is known as a

Seriously Heinous Remnant-imp. Or a Shrimp for short.”

“Wow.” Moxie examined the little shrimp of an imp on the desk closer. “What did you do to be that damned?”

Adler laughed. “I invented having multiple ads before a video on Youtube.” A disgusted grimace formed on all of their faces.

“Ugh.” Blitzo wiped the disgust off his face. “Anyway, he has a job for us on the surface. Spit the deets Shrimp!” The large horned demon pointed a finger gun at the tiny imp.

“Well, it’s a simple job. I want you to game-end my former co-worker.” Adler explained.

“Why?” Millie asked.

The shrimp glared. “He stole my thunder with his idea of unskippable ads! Bastard pitches that a day after my brilliant idea of multiple ads! I want him game-ended as quickly and painfully as possible!” “Game ended?” Moxxie asked.

Adler narrowed his eyes. “You know-” He ran his finger along his throat.

“I think we can handle some silicon valley nerd.” Blitzo chuckled. “Easiest job in the world. We can just jump in and the- Where’s my Loony Toony?”

The gang looked around, their resident hell hound was nowhere to be seen.

“Loony?” Blitzo called softly. No response. “LOONA!” He shrieked. Again, nothing. “For fucks sake! Where is she?”

“I uh-” Moxxie started before Blitzo bolted from the desk.

“Mills, help me look for her. We gotta get this job done quick, I got a date wit- I mean a meeting with Stolas later on.” Blitzo said as he rushed to the door. “Mox, you stay here and keep a watch on our client. The reason Shrimps are so rare is because they usually end up stomped or taken by some perverted weirdo to be some sick living fuck toy!” The large horned imp said before sprinted down the hall.

“Wai-” Moxxie pleaded.

“Be right back Sug’” Millie smiled as she went out the door, heading down the opposite way from Blitzo.

Moxxie stood frozen in the office. He hated being alone with clients since usually the only people that hired them were some sort of sick, degenerate, depraved weirdos.

A shrill wolf whistle sounded behind him, drawing his attention to the tiny imp on the desk.

“Wowie, that little number there sure has a great subscriber count on her if you know what I mean.”

Moxxie blinked. “What?”

Adler smirked. “I tell ya, I wouldn't hesitate clicking that bell, liking and subscribing.”

The prim and proper imp cocked his head. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Adler sighed. “Her ass, you moron! I’m trying to be PG-13 here. I’m saying that imp chick has a nice dumptruck!”

His face heated up. “That’s my wife!” Moxxie growled.

The little demon seemed unfazed, looking the suited imp up and down before grinning. “What, you’re serious?” Adler laughed sharply. “You loaded or an influence or something?”

Moxxie glared down at this tiny imp. “What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Adler laughed. “A loser like you has no business being with a diamond play button bombshell like that!” He leaned against an empty bullet casing on the table. “Maybe I should ask her out and show her what a proper trending tab looks like.”

He gnashed his teeth together and a low, cat like growl could be heard from his throat. Moxxie shot his hand out and plucked the little demon up between his fingers.

“Hey What are you-”

Moxie flicked his hand, sending the little imp sailing through the air, landing rather painfully on something soft.

Adler slowly sat up, dazed and somewhat hurt. He rolled over, finding himself in a large field of black fibers. The ground under his shook as the suited imp stood over him, still glaring down at him as he turned around to sit down. It dawned on him where he’d landed, but it was too late. A shadow descended upon Adler as he rushed to his feet, trying to get out of the way as Moxxie sat down, only managing to make it a few steps before Moxxie’s rear collided with the seat.

A soft whump was heard, followed by the soft hiss of air rushing out of the chair cushion. At first, Moxxie couldn’t feel the little imp under his rear, shifting around in the seat until the distinct wriggling of a person trapped under his right cheek was felt. A smirk spread across his face as he tried to think of some clever quip involving client sitting and butt puns.

“Shug?”

Moxxie tensed up as Millie appeared in the doorway. “Yuhuh- Millie! You’re back- Hnn! ”Moxxie barely managed to stifle a giggle as the wiggling under him intensified”- yuh- uh already?!”

“Yep!” The chipper demonette said in her southern drawl as she sauntered into the room. “Loona probably went out cuz she ain’t in the building.” Her eyes darted to the desk. “Hey, where's the client?” The shy reserved imp was sweating bullets, he could feel the rude little client writhe under his cheek

“H-he uh-”

Millie narrowed her eyes at her husband recognizing the face he got when trying to hide something from her. “Mox, what did you do?”

“Nothing!” Moxxie lied, his eyes darting away to avert his lovers gaze.

Millie glared more intensely, watching her husband squirm and fidget under the weight of her intense eyes.

No demon could last long under such scrutiny, least of all Moxxie. He swallowed his shame and stood up.

The two looked down into the seat, spotting the little imp flattened into the cushion, still breathing, dazed but fine.

“I-i can explain!” Mooxie squeaked as his wife Glared at him. “H-he sa-said th-”

Suddenly, Millie let out a quick giggle. “Aww, you couldn’t resist, could you shug’?”

Moxxie blinked. “W-what?”

“You just couldn’t resist playing around with the little guy!” Millie laughed. “I always wanted to try playing with a shrimp too!”

Before Moxxie could even begin to understand what Millie was talking about, the curvier imp quickly pushed past him and raised her rear over the seat, quickly flopping down onto it.

Adler slowly picked himself up, his entire body ached and it felt like his ears had popped from the pressure. He looked up just as something passed over him, his heart skipping several beats at the sight of Millie’s huge, black pants stretching curves over him. He barely got time to even scream before Millie’s far larger, plusher and heavier frame dropped onto him.

The chair made a low wheeze as Millie’s somewhat heavier, more muscular frame slammed down into the seat. The imp wasted no scooting her rear around in the seat, the leather cushion creaking and groaning against her pitch black pants. She let out a short giggle. “I can feel him squirming down there!”

Moxxie blushed, staring at his wife wide eyed. He couldn’t help but try to imagine what the little guy in the seat was going through.  There was no denying it, his wife had an amazing rear, and he just couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the little jerk under it right now.

The pressure under the male imp had been bad enough, but it paled compared to the chick. Her cheeks were easily twice the size, and far heavier as was to be expected of a woman of such fine figure. Under any other circumstances, Adler might have enjoyed something like this, but her couldn’t breathe and it felt like his insides were about to be forced out of his ears.

Each of the imps minute movements ground him into the cushion painfully, the heat coming from those cheeks was akin to lying against a radiator set on max. And as if the weight and heat wasn't bad enough, the female imp simply wouldn't stop shifting in her seat, each time smothering Adler under some new art of her firm glutes. Finally, it felt as if the pressure subsided slightly and Adler could catch his breath.

Much to his dismay, the imp hadn't removed herself off him, instead the constant adjustment of her rear had maneuvered his tiny body right between the two cheeks. Adler squirmed to try to get himself out from under the imp’s weight, not managing anything more than making Millie giggle.

“Mhm!” Millie sighed happily. “He kind of tickles!”

Moxxie couldn’t reply, his eyes were locked on his wife’s rear in the seat. God he wished that was him.

“Ahh well, this is fun but Blitzo’ll blow a gasket if he sees this.” With one final twist of her rear, Millie placed her hands on her knees and stood up. Both imps looked down into the seat to inspect their diminutive client, only to find Adler had mysteriously vanished from the seat.

“W-where is he?!” Moxxie panicked.

His wife’s face went beet red...or beet redder considering how red the imp denizens of hell already are. She slowly turned to reveal her rear, between the cheeks was the distinct shape of a tiny hand sticking out.

Moxxie’s jaw dropped and he tried to stammer something, likely an offer to pluck him out but it only came out as flustered babbling, only ceasing when Millie placed her hand against his chest, and softly rubbed her thigh against his groin, mainly the very strained mound that had formed there.

“Sit down Shug’.” The imp gasped.

With a very wet swallow, Moxxie plopped onto the seat. Millie wasted no and stepped in front of him, jutting her hips out over her husband.

Finally managing to grab onto anything with his one free arm, Adler wrestled his head out from between the imps cheeks. The massive rear moved, disorienting the demon stuck in it. When his vision cleared he looked up to see the wimpy demons face over him, looking very hot, bothered and not PG13. Then he made the mistake of looking down.

Poised right underneath him was a massive black tent pitched in the imp’s pants. “Wait! Nowaiwaiwaiwai-”

Millie lowered herself onto her husbands groin, feeling his stiff member prod between her cheeks, the small, almost imperceptible squirms of their little client as he was plunged deep into her crack, only spared full entry by the thin layer of her black pants.

A low, almost quivering groan sounded from Moxxie as he slid his hands around her hips, thrusting his pant covered length as far as both clothed body parts allowed. “O-oh crumbs...”

Her hips ground into his groin, burying it between their plush warmth. The stiff imp cock pressed and kneaded Adler’s tiny body into into the steaming, moist cavern, each thrust and grind bordering on crushing him into jam. He could feel the cock throb and twitch as he was pressed into it, the moans of the two imps shaking him to his core.

Millie bent forward, sliding her rear across Moxxie’s groin, feeling the little lump trapped between her and her husband’s cock, squirming across every inch of the space between.

Her husband was a panting mess, the little imp squirming against his tip, almost unnoticeable where it not for the fact he knew he was there. With each thrust and grind he could feel himself get closer, hungrily thrusting deeper and harder, feeling the faint squirms intensify.

Suddenly Millie stood up, leaving Moxxie sitting, somewhat shocked and flustered, the little Shrimp clutching onto his bulge. “You an’ me, closet, right now!” Millie panted as she rushed out of the room. Not wasting any time, Moxxie stood up as well, feeling the little imp clamp onto his crotch for dear life. He reached down and plucked the little demon off his groin, holding him to his face with a glare.

Moxxie flicked his wrist and flung the shrimp back to the seat before rushing after his wife.

Adler rolled onto his back. His body felt bruised all over and he was pretty sure several bones were broken. He tried to sit up but was too exhausted to even lift himself an inch. He definitely wasn't hiring this group for anything, that’s for sure.

The ground shook, then it shook again, then again. Adler lazily cocked his head towards the door, seeing the approach of a massive figure. Standing almost thrice the size of the imps was a massive hell hound girl, black and white furred clad in a goth style, her imposing red eyes locked onto her phone.

“Hey, did you guys call me?” Loona asked, not taking her eyes off her phone as she stepped around the desk.

Adler tried to wheeze out anything to catch the hell hound’s attention, only for his pleas to turn into raspy shrieks as the massive goth turned around, a full, black short clad moon presented above him. Without any fanfare, Loona flopped down into the small desk chair, the relatively tiny piece of furniture creaking and groaning under the hell hound’s weight.

He felt his body crack, the strain on his body forcing his joints to pop and snap apart. The pain was unfathomable, the insane weight of the wolf girls rear damn near killed him, the little shrimp barely held onto life, unable to even squirm to make himself known. If she didn’t move any more he might just make it.

Leaning back in her seat, Loona threw up her legs and propped them onto the desk in front of her, unaware of the shrimp slowly losing consciousness under her.

Hazbin Hotel: Small Jobs 2

“Come on.” He bashed his fist into the vending machine trying to dislodge the trapped bag of angel dust he’d paid for. “Fucking drop!”

Angel drove his knee into the glass, feeling the sharp pain shoot through his leg as it hit without even cracking it. The spider demon winced and clutched his aching knee, hissing more swears directed at the faulty wending machine. He stared longingly at the bag of drugs, trapped between the shelf with cocaine and krokodil, the urge to attack the machine rising again.

Grumbling, Angel backed off. That had been his last 10 bucks and Charlie kept a close watch on his spending to make sure he wasn't back on the drugs. God damn it he wanted those drugs.

He slumped against the machine, lingering in some vain hope that the little bag of white dust would drop on its own, trying to ignore the fact that he was acting like the text book definition of an addict.

After a few minutes of sulking, Angel accepted defeat and opted to return to the happy hotel. At least he wouldn't need to get lectured by Charlie when she found out about the drugs.

“E-excuse me!”

Angel tensed up. He looked around himself, trying to find the source of the very low, and very soft sounding voice. “Hm?”

“Down here!”

He looked down. Standing by his shoe was a very small, very well dressed demon, the same thin frame imps usually had, covered with a very fancy looking butlers outfit that contrasted sharply against his pink horns, standing barely as tall as the toe on his shiny black heel. Angel recognized it as a shrimp, the smallest form of hell denizen. He’d seen plenty of them during his time in Valentino’s service...although never wearing dress clothing...or clothing at all and usually crammed inside or ground into something. “Uh-hi?”

The little shrimp blushed. “A-are you-” He cleared his throat. “Am I addressing Angel Dust?”

Angel blinked. “Yeah?”

Visible shivers went through the shrimp. “A-are your services a-a-a-a-” He swallowed. “Avail-availav-”

Angel blinked again, he’d been around the bend in hell...he’d had shrimps involved in a few flings in various ways, but having one try to hire him was a first. “Uh- Sorry. Not doing rando’s on the street anymore. Keep walking Pal, I’m sure you’ll find some bimbo willing to shove ya into thei-” “I-i’ll pay triple!” The tiny shrimp squeaked.

Angel stared down. At first he’d been surprised, now he was curious. He squatted down, taking a small bit of delight in seeing the little demon’s reaction when he lowered himself down, those little eyes darting to watching his legs, trying and failing to avoid glancing up the sleek, shiny, black short skirt, their little red face becoming even redder. “Listen, I’m really flattered. But I’m kind of out of your price range short stu-”

Before Angel could finish his sentence, the little imp pulled out a tiny phone. He had to squint to see anything on the tiny device, but he could make out he was looking at a bank transfer page, ready to transfer well above his regular rate with the press off a button.

“I-is this enough for one hour?” the butler demon stammered. “I-i can pay more!”

Angel stared down in shock. That wasn't just a multiplication of his usual rate, but his premium rate.

Enough for several days worth of his time, and here the little shrimp was asking for one hour. He swallowed. While he was under strict contract not to take any jobs outside of what Valentino scheduled for him...that was a lot of money. “Alright, short stuff. You’re on.”

The imp swallowed again. “G-g-great!” He pressed a thumb on his screen. He stood at the foot of the spiders show, staring up at the relative giant expectantly.

“So uh-” Angel started. “You got a place?”

“Oh, uh-” The imp wring his hands together nervously. “I- I didn’t think- i-i forgot to- i-”

Before the little guy could finish his thought, Angel quickly reached a hand for them, plucking them off the ground and into their palm. “Don't sweat it shorty. I’ve got a spot.” The little demon stammered something, their face lighting up red. With a smirk, Angel quickly placed him inside a breast pocket, feeling the little guy tremble against his chest. Making one last angry glance at the vending machine, the spider demon headed towards the hotel.

He slunk up the stairs of the hotel. Expertly avoiding running into Charlie or Vaggie. If they didn’t like him doing drugs in the hotel, they sure as shit wouldn't want him working in the hotel. When he got to his room he quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

With their privacy secured, he used a finger to pry open his front pocket. Much to his surprise, the little demon didn’t seem to notice, instead the little guy was pressed against the side of the pocket, his face buried into the fabric, downright snuggled into it. It was far cuter than some pervy little shrimp had any right to be. Angel smirked. “Aww, didja blow your fuckin’ load already?”

The shrimp snapped to attention, their face lighting up like a traffic stop light. “Whu-uh-no! I was just uh- I was-”

Angel quickly fished him out of his pocket. “Getting a sneak peak at the goods huh?” He put a hand under his chest fluff, allowing it to bob slightly, delighting in seeing the little demons eyes bulge out at the sight of it. “Don't worry, that’s a freebie.” He mused as he walked over to his bed, sitting down on it softly to not jostle around his little costumer. “So, what do you want to do first?”

He could feel the little guy shiver through his palm. His face looked like he was trying to solve a rocket science equation or something, their little lips muttering something under his breath.

The spider demon smiled, he was used to customers being too nervous to actually get started. That could usually be solved with the classic escort trick. “How about we start with an introduction, hmm?

You already know my name, but what’s yours?”

The little demon froze up. “Oh! W-where are my manners?! Apologists! I-i-i” He took a few quick, long breaths. “I am Ranald!”

Angel leaned forward, taking a closer look at the little demon in his hand, seeing how the properly dressed little imp tensed up. “What’s with the get up? You a butler or something?”

Ranald perked up, looking down at his attire before meeting the spiders curious gaze. “Y-yes!” “Oh! Must be some big shot demon considering how much they’re paying ya.” Angel smirked.

The little demon nodded enthusiastically. “Ye- I mean- I’m not at liberty to discuss Lord Sto- I mean-

My employer’s identity!” Ranald squeaked. “B-but yes...you could say that.”

Angel smiled wider. “And what do you do for them? No offense pipsqueak, but you seem a bit small to pour drinks for some rich fat cat.” He chuckled. “Let me guess. Private fuck toy?”

Ranald’s face lit up. “N-no! Lord St-” He snapped his mouth shut, quickly adjusting his suit and doing a mock gesture like he was straightening his hair despite not having hair, only horns. “M-my employer and I have a s-strict working relationship.” He said, keeping his voice from shaking the best he could. “Despite the reputation my kind has in regards to lewd-” He cleared his throat. “Elicit activities, that is not the case with my employer.”

The spider demon narrowed their eyes at the butler, there was a tone he noticed in the imp’s voice, not to mention the reaction to the mere suggestion that he and his boss were fucking. “Oh, I get it. Your boss wont put out so you go and hire me.”

“What!?” Ranald balked, his pointed tail standing upright. “That’s not- no i- I’d never-”

“Relax, don’t get your fun sized panties in a bunch.” Angel smirked. “If it helps, you can pretend I’m your boss. Just think of what kinky depraved shit you want him to do to you and we’ll start from there.” Ranald lit up. The little imp swallowed a few times, his nervousness seemingly increasing by the second. “C-could you-”

Here it comes. Angel smirked wider, waiting for the little imp to sound off his depraved craving. Considering just how much the little guy paid for the night it had to be something absolutely sick. He’d probably ask for something that even Angel would find himself ashamed of doing. Scenarios ran through the spiders head, would the little imp demand to literally get inside his pants? Perhaps pick an orifice and demand to be shoved into it?

“C-could you take off your shoes?”

Angel blinked? “My what?”

Ranald swallowed. “C-could you remove your s-sh-shoes and put me on the floor?”

He stared at the tiny imp in his palm, their smile by shock. The request was weird...but not the kind of weird he was expecting. “...Suuure.”

Angel leaned forward, carefully placing the imp onto the floor before slowly sliding the form fitting heel off his foot. He never really understood why he’d turned into a weird spider demon upon his arrival to hell, not that he was complaining, the extra arms were useful and his body was even hotter. Though his feet somewhat irked him, while the short, two toed spider peets were cute, they were expensive since almost all his shoes had to be specially made. He sure as hell wasn't going to walk around barefoot like many of the other denizens of hell.

“Well, here they a-” He started, before noticing the look Ranald was giving his feet. Angel could almost see the little imp’s heart beat in his chest, the sharp tail swishing behind them excitedly, practically salivating at the sight. “Wow, it doesn’t take much to get you going does it?”

As soon as he placed his foot down onto the floor, the little imp stepped forward towards the foot, stopping a few inches away. “I-is it alright if I t-touch them?”

Angel laughed. “Considering how much you paid you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

Again, Ranald swallowed. What little composure the imp struggling to hold them back. He stepped up to the spider demon’s left foot, holding his hands out in front of him as he slowly made contact with the pink fur covering Angel’s foot. A shiver passed through him as he touched the silky soft fur.

“Oooh-”

“That good huh?” Angel mused. “I mean, I was expecting something a bit more hmm~ extremely fucking depraved but hey, whatever floats you bo-” His words got caught in his throat when the little imp shoved his whole face into the pink fluffed toe, feeling the small trickle of air flowing as the tiny butler huffed in the scent. “Woah.”

Ranald was shaking, he couldn’t help himself. The spider demons feet were fragrant, it was warm, a hint of dampness, nothing that would deter him. The little butler pressed his face into the fluff, giving it a quick kiss. Oh how often he’d dreamed about being able to do something like this at his job. He ran his fingers through the fur, digging them in between the two large spider toes.

The large digit shifted under him, making his heart race with excitement. He stroked and kneaded, burying as much of his body into the warm fluff as he could, taking in the scent, the warmth, even the flavor.

Suddenly, the toe lifted, taking the tiny butler with it. Ranald let out a shrill shriek as he was hoisted into the air, his legs dangling from the spiders foot.

“What, you pay all that cash and you’re just gonna stick with one toe?” Angel teased from above, smirking down at his little client.

Ranald slowly and carefully slid himself off the toe. His heart was racing in his chest, he’d been so absorbed in his indulgence that he’d almost allowed himself to forget that the foot was connected to the very large spider demon who, like most other denizens of hell, could easily crush him into paste by accident. The thought alone was so terrifyingly hot!

Taking a deep breath he walked around Angel’s paw. While upturned like it was, he could easily walk under it without even his horns touching the soft underside of the spider’s foot. The sole was far less fuzzy than the rest of Angel’s foot, the lack of fluff didn’t deter him, Ranald shoved his face into it nonetheless. He could feel the giant demon shiver and giggle at his touch, the entire sole shaking as they did. He felt his heart race faster, there was something he’d always wanted to do and the scent and warmth of Angel’s sole above him only fueled that thought further. He did say he was allowed to do whatever he wanted after all.

Trembling from head to toe, Ranald stuck his tongue out and inched his face closer and closer, almost chickening out. But the scent, that intoxicating aroma. Ranald pressed his tongue against the spider’s sole. Immediately the salty flavor overwhelmed his tongue, sending shivers through his body.

A small giggle sounded from above and Ranald immediately drew his tongue away, looking up to see Angel’s face past the two toes, smirking down at him.

“Aww, don’t stop on my account. Go to town you little freak.”

Ranald did just that, taking the encouragement as an order. He pressed his face into the sole once more, planting kisses against it, massaging his hands into it.

Angel watched the little imp practically worship at his feet. He’d done the odd job with his paws, stepping of faces, crotches, the odd foot job, but having a tiny imp get off from just being at his foot was definitely new.

He slowly moved his foot down, the tiny imp didn’t even seem to notice before it was too late.

“Hmm?” Ranald looked up, his tongue still hanging from his mouth. “Eep-mph!” The soft sole was planted on top of him, sending the imp into a panic. Immediately all his worries about this misguided attempt to indulge in his fantasies manifested, the idea that Angel would snuff him out on a whim had not even occurred to him. He braced, anticipating the horrific end he was about to suffer.

Only it did not come. Instead the sole sat on him, keeping him firmly pressed, but not crushing him in the slightest. He looked up to see Angel’s face looming over him, a mischievous grin plastered on that gorgeous, oddly shaped head.

“Admit it.” Angel teased. “You want me to fucking do it, don’t you.” Ranald blushed and nodded.

Angel smirked wider. For a moment Ranald believed the spider was going to do it. His heart felt like it was going to burst...as did his pants.

Then the foot lifted. A part of him felt a little disappointed but the rational part of him quickly stifled them.

“If you liked just one foot that much-” Angel smiled wide. “Just imagine How you’re gonna feel about this.”

Randal felt his mouth begin to water up when Angel moved his other foot closer. This was so worth the money.

Knock Knock “Hey, Angel? You in there?” A soft and gentle woman’s voice sounded through the door, the kind that sounded like it was on the verge of singing with every vowel, far too kind to be believed to be of hell. Charlie was at the door.

“Shit!” Angel hissed under his breath. Before Ranald could even blink, the spider demon plucked him off the ground and he was shoved into something very soft, very warm and very...very fluffy.

Charlie opened the door and peeked inside, shooting a warm smile to her hotels only inhabitant. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you.” The princess of hell smiled.

The spidery demon key still in his bead, trying his best to look inconspicuous. “Hey! Yeah. Doing great!” Angel looked around nervously.

“I also wanted to say just how proud I am of you.” Charlie smiled wider. “When you walked out this morning Vaggie said He’s going to come back with some drugs.” she imitated her friends accent. ”But I knew you’d stay strong!.”

Angel’s eyes went wide. “Uh- Yeah. You know me, my word is my bond and all that. Nope, not a single speck of drugs here.” He looked away.

“And how you’ve not gone back to your old-uhm-” Charlie’s eyes trailed to the side. “Occupation...I just wanted to say ...thank you.”

The smile the princess of hell was giving him was enough to melt even the most jaded individuals, if Angel hadn't been so panicked out of his mind he might have felt this was a really heartwarming and deep moment between them.

“No prob!” He squeaked.

Charlie nodded and left, closing the door behind her.

The spider listened intently for the princess to be far enough away before practically tearing the buttons on his shirt apart, allowing his chest fluff to spring out with the little imp smothered into it.

“Aw fuck, you okay little guy?”

Ranald didn’t sit up, for a moment Angel though he might have smothered him by accident, then the imp’s head snapped up, gasping for air. “Gasp! T-that was fucking amazing!” Ranald gushed. “Ccould you do that again?! I-i’ll pay more!”

Angel blinked a few times to clear his surprise. With a shrug he buttoned his shirt again, skipping one button to avoid putting too much pressure on the little imp. After all, he didn’t want to accidentally smother his new favorite costumer.

Helluva Boss: Small Jobs 3

He paced around his room. Excited, excited beyond belief. How could he not be, it was far too long between their meetings, he was pent up beyond belief.

The owl demon straightened out his cape, making sure everything was sleek, magnanimous, hot! Everything had to be perfect for his date with Blitzo.

He went over his feathers again, making sure nothing stuck out like a mangy, scruffy owlet. A glance at the mirror was enough to throw all the preparations out right out the window again. No matter how much he shined and glamoured his look, it was never enough. Stolas once more shed his outfit to find something better, more regal. Hotter!

With a skim of his closet he spotted it. That cute outfit with the long flowing cloak draped around a tight vest and even tighter pants. While to his fellow greater demons it would be a lavish outfit like any other befitting his status, Blitzo wouldn't notice that, what the much shorter imp would notice was how tightly the fabric clung to his legs. The perfect height to admire his regal form. The thought alone made him positively giddy.

With the outfit on he examined himself in the mirror. Yes, this was the one. It was the only one he’d put on that he didn’t immediately doubt.

All it needed was a bit of jewelry. He reached over to his lock box, ready to find the perfect ring of gold or jeweled necklace to complete his outfit. He quickly spotted the perfect ring, a large golden circle with a ruby the size of an eyeball adorning it. While he usually thought something like a toe ring was too gaudy for regular wear, but when going out among the common it was a very good way to display his importance. Plus it looked so very cute!

Stolas quickly slid the ring onto a toe on his right foot before taking one more look at himself in the mirror. Perfect. Absolutely perfe-

Then he spotted it. There, on the side of the toe ring was a small smudge. Unacceptable! He couldn’t have a single imperfection in his attire, it could not be allowed to stand. The owl demon stared into the mirror, as if trying to will the smudge away.

The bird growled. He felt that ever since Stella moved out of their home that the imps in his employ had really started slacking. Divorced or not, he was still royalty. Royalty did not have smudgy jewelry. “Ranald!” Stolas bellowed, his soft, velvety voice having just a smidge of shrillness in it, a single crack in his regal aura.

Before the demon’s voice even had a chance to echo down the vast halls of his home, a small door in his cupboard opened up and a small, minuscule in comparison to the demon lord bolted out of the opening.

Stolas, being demon royalty, had many servants. So many in fact, that he tended to have a servant for specific tasks. While Shrimps were generally regarded as the most useless being within imp society, their small stature made them excellent for something requiring the utmost delicacy, such as making sure the various jewels in his possession were pristine at all times.

The little imp stopped in the middle of the floor standing at the owl demon’s feet, his hands clamped together nervously, tiny eyes darting around. “M-my lord. Y-y-you called?” He stammered, how could he not stammer. To an imp his size just about everything was intimidating and Stolas, his great lord Stolas was as towering and imposing as they came in hell.

Large, glowing red eyes locked onto the little imp. “Did I not tell you to make sure my jewelry was spotless for today?”

Ranald’s eyes went wide with fear. He’d stayed up late the night before...indulging in a certain fantasy of his and had overslept. The little butler had known that particular ring required polishing but didn’t assume his lord would choose that ring out of all of them. “I-i-i-” He swallowed, considering if he should bow and plead for mercy or try to come up with some explanation.

With a grumble, Stolas raised his foot.

His heart skipped a beat as he saw that pillar of pitch black scales rise into the air, the movement graceful and fast, but to the little demon on the floor it was as if it was happening in slow motion. The large, talon adorned foot sailed over to him, those black scales reflecting the dim lighting of his lords dressing room. Ranald closed his eyes, already seeing his end in his mind. That immaculate, amazing foot slamming down onto him, splintering his body like it was nothing, only to be wiped off like any common dirt.

The foot slammed down and Ranald let out a shrill yelp. He opened his eyes. Stolas hadn't decided to end his existence then and there, instead planting his foot right in front of the little imp.

“Just get the ring clean.” Stolas sighed, his voice softening. “I need to look my best for my dat- I mean- my meeting.”

His body was frozen, still reeling from the fact that if the bird demon had stomped a few inches to the left he’d be a small smear on the marble floor right now. After a few seconds he managed to force himself to move stepping up to the demon lord’s ring adorned foot.

Being a Seriously Heinous Remnant-Imp, he was quite small. Even the shortest regular imps towered over him. And Stolas was no imp, far from it. The demon prince was a towering figure even to regular sized imps, and to the tiny Ranald the owl like prince of hell was like a living building in stature. He barely stood as tall as the birds toe. The difference between them was so great that Ranald could have walked under one of those immaculate shiny talons if he crouched, and he loved it.

Few got to interact with a demon prince, and he was granted the privilege of not only meeting him but servicing him! Even if it was something as trivial as polishing his jewelry.

“Well?” Stolas balked. “Don't just stare, get to work!”

Raland jumped out of fear before rushing over to the toe adorned with the ring in question. He quickly whipped out a small handkerchief from his pocket and got to work, dutifully polishing the golden side of the ring.

Stolas rolled his eyes, leaning against his dressing room counter. “I swear, you imps have gotten so complacent ever since Stella left.” He whined. “While I’m not as demanding as she is...was, it doesn’t mean you little ones can start slacki-” His words trailed off as a vibration sounded from the counter, or more specifically his cell phone sitting on the counter, the screen lighting up with bright red letters and a photo of a jester like imp grimacing at whomever took the photo. “Oh!”

The imp hazarded a glance up at the towering owl, immediately noticing the change the usually stern and regal demon’s demeanor. In the blink of an eye, Stolas’s intimidating presence vanished, for a moment the prince of hell looked...panicked. Stolas cleared his throat, regaining his composure as the little butler turned his focus back at the task at hand (or at foot, in this case) to avoid any more repercussions for slacking.

“H-hello? Blitzy?” Stolas asked, his voice taking on a strange, much softer tone, one that had Ranald not been so unused to hearing from his Lord he might have described as cute. “Y-yes! I’ve been looking forward to it all month! As always~! I’ve been dreaming of you every night my little snuggle muffin! Longing to treat you to a five course meal comprised of myself starting with my face, trailing down my chest-”

Ranald couldn’t help but cast glances up at his lord. He’d never seen the demon prince so downright giddy speaking to someone. With every word the bird cooed, each syllable dripping with cutesy names, followed by the most sultry promises of extended degeneracy the little imp had ever heard during his long stay in hell. Enough to make even the most depraved inhabitant of lust itself blush. He tried to focus on his work, making sure to polish the ring to a shine so that it could be used as a mirror, trying his best, and failing, to not listen in on the lord’s lustful limerick laden conversation happening above him.

“-And have you lick it off me like an ice cream sundae... for dessert!~” Stolas gushed. “When can I meet you?”

He felt a shiver coarse through him with every single one of the bird’s words. The vivid descriptions the demon lord painted with each word playing out in his mind so intensely it made the little Shrimp’s knees shake. God he wished that was him in that scenario. Even now he could feel the warmth coming from the owl’s foot as he worked, the subtle but intoxicating scent of lavender and orchids, every minute shift the towering demon made radiating the power he had. It was too much to bare.

An urge invaded Ranald’s mind. His lord Stolas was entirely focused on his phone call with the lucky bastard on the other side. Would he even notice if Ranald were to...act on that urge. He felt his entire body warm up, his brow sweating up fiercely. Ranald cast another glance up at Stolas, still enamored with describing in detail what parts of him his date would be eating for dessert. Surely he wouldn't mind a single lick...right?

Shaking the entire time, Ranald moved his face closer to the black scaled foot of the demonic prince.

The warmth emanating from the foot sent his heart into overdrive, and his entire, tiny body trembling. He stuck out his tongue, every single iota of common sense in his body screaming for him to reconsider, trying to explain to the lustful little imp what an egregious crime it would be to so openly lust after such royal feet, but they were overshadowed by a voice in his head screaming for him to continue. The tongue inched closer and closer, his mind trying to prepare for the flavor he was about to experience.

Suddenly the foot lifted, sending the little imp tumbling to the floor. Ranald let out a short shriek, thinking the owl demon had caught notice of his disrespectful attempt to defile the prince’s toe with his inferior Shrimp tongue and aimed to end him with a swift stomp, only to see the towering figure sail over him through the sky.

“Yes! I’ll be right there Blitzy” Stolas said as he rushed out of the dressing room, seemingly having forgotten about the little imp, watching the graceful giant vanish from the room.

Ranald lay still on the floor, his heart still pounding in his chest, feeling the vibration through the marble floor as his deific by comparison master walked away. A small part of him was glad that fate had seemed to step in and prevent him from soiling his professional reputation in his moment of weakness...a very small part.  He sat up and got to his feet, trying his best to stifle bury his lusting under a thick layer of shame.

This was for the best. Had Stolas spotted him there was no telling how the prince might have reacted. With one lick Ranald could have lost his job and status, reduced back to a simple Shrimp imp on the street, at risk of being picked up and sold like some toy to some wealthy, higher rank demon, to be used and abused like a simple plaything for their every single whim with no consideration to his safety, just an addition to their every single indulgence.

He swallowed, and redoubled his efforts to stifle his lust.

Ranald turned to return to his station within the owl demon’s dresser counter before spotting something to the side, something red and very noticeable on the white marble floor. A pair of red lace panties. How did that get there? Was it perhaps something that lady Stella left behind, it would make sense considering the haste in which she made her departure...and the amount of items lobbed at Lord Stolas in the process. But why was it here, on the floor...in Lord Stolas’s dressing room?

He blinked a few times, still staring at the misplaced article of clothing. Surely it was here by mistake, of course that was the only possibility. Ranald certainly didn’t entertain the notion that Lord Stolas had perhaps been wearing those panties, nor did he imagine what that graceful, royal frame would look like in it, how absolutely breathtaking that thin red garment would look plastered on those luscious, owl demon legs.

The other imp servants would like make some crass assumptions about Lord Stolas if they were to see this particular garment on the floor. Best put it away before that happened.

With a spring in his step, the little imp plodded over to the panties eager to spare their master undue embarrassment. When he got to the garment he took hold of it, feeling the soft, expertly crafted fabric between his fingers. Holy hell it was soft. Ranald couldn’t help but knead it in his palms. It was like silk...but softer like cotton.

There was a scent to them, a familiar smell of lavender and orchids. That was likely due to his recent proximity to Lord Stolas, it couldn’t be actually from the panties themselves. That would be absurd. Ranald shoved his face into the red cloth and took a deep breath...to make sure this was not something to be sent to the hamper...of course.

It was clean and very fragrant and so soft. Ranald felt his entire body warm up as the smell coursed into his lungs. Just what was this material? He wondered if he could it for his bed. Would it be as comfortable as a sheet? He wondered.

He lifted up the rim of the large undergarment and crawled under it. Immediately he felt the warmth of it, like a soft, rabbit fur glove around his entire body. Yes, this material would be heavenly to sleep in for sure.

“Oh! How careless of me!”

The smooth voice of lord Stolas filled the room and the tell tale shaking of the giant owl’s footsteps shook the ground. Ranald scrambled to try to get out of the undergarments, only managing to tangle himself up in them further. With three steps the towering prince of hell stood over the red garment.

Stolas quickly snatched up the panties, balling them up in his hand. He’d been so preoccupied with what Blitzo would think of his look with the clothes on he’d completely disregarded his look with the clothes off. Equally, if not more important! Swiftly he shucked off his pants, practically tearing off the white lace panties that clashed horrendously with his outfit before quickly putting on the far sexier red ones., pulling them up his long legs in a flash, taking barely a second to look at himself in the mirror. Oh yes, Blitzy would love this.

With his dress immaculate, he put his pants back on in a hurry and strode out of the dressing room once more, barely able to contain his smile at the thought of spending a long night with his favorite imp in the world.

For a moment everything was a blur, then he was smothered in the red soft fabric, warmth and fragrance all around him. When it uncurled around him he found himself staring up at Stolas’s long, skyscraper like legs. Before he could even make a peep, the panties shot up like an elevator on cocaine and he was enveloped in warm, fragrant darkness.

He blinked a few times to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Something soft and very warm was pressed right against his face, rubbing against him with each of the bird’s steps. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together and realize where he was and just what he was pressed up against. His first instinct was to wiggle and scream...but he couldn’t do that. If Stolas found him there he was as good as dead. But he couldn’t just stay in there either! If even being in there was bad, then staying longer would be worse, but Ranald couldn’t bring himself to move. If he moved he was dead, but if he stayed he would be even more dead upon being found.

The heavy set of royal jewels shifted as the bird took a long step, smothering the little imp against the owl’s plush sack, sending the little butler’s heart racing, then it did it again, and again. He could hear the soft sound of Lord Stolas humming something and feel the vibrations of the prince’s voice through his body.

Ranald took a deep breath. He had to take a moment to consider his next move...A long moment.