#I know vox’s ass was so tempted

[dumbnotstupidfuck]

remembered that angel likely would’ve just been living with the vees before the hotel, I just know it was like the big brother house

angel dust helltube (or whatever) video diaries where every single day he does a confessional saying some variation of ‘I fucking hate these hoes’

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Electric Love - Full Chapters

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Chapter 1: Not What I Expected

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Word Count: 6090

It was a day in hell like any other. Flashing cameras, idiots who came to Vox with questions below his caliber, the whole works. The overlord was half tempted to cancel any appointments he had after the current debut he was waiting to go on stage for. The only thing he wanted was to go home and eat an obscene amount of junk food while he zoned out to reruns of one of the shitty soap operas that ran on one of his channels.

He could hear the crowd of anxious paparazzi and ass-kissers just past the stage as he pocketed his phone with a deep sigh. Ignoring the concerned crewman who signaled it was time for him to go on stage, Vox grit his teeth and stepped onto the stage, immediately adopting an entirely different persona with a practiced smile. 

Cameras flashed and the crowd got louder as people cheered, shoved each other out of the way and paparazzi rapidly fired questions at him with microphones pointed his way. Vox resisted the urge to roll his eyes. You’d think that any experienced reporter with half a brain cell would know the chances of getting a response to such behavior was zero to none, and yet he was so familiar with the approach that it was boring.

Despite his disdain, Vox waved and grinned proudly as he stepped up to a podium in front of a large screen. "Hello my loyal audience and fans,” he speaks with a clear and confident tone. “Today we at VoxTech have quite the exciting announcement to make. For too long, we have been limited to regular television and radio media, well no more! Introducing VoxTube, the new innovative way to stream content and enjoy it at any time.." the crowd cheered and whistled louder at the sound of the word 'streaming' and then they all gasped at once during the reveal.

Vox paused to dramatically look away from the crowd for a moment, his eyebrows arching and the corner of his mouth curling up slightly, before looking back towards the crowd again with a smug grin on his face. "And now.. for the moment you've all been waiting for... the grand reveal!" Vox said as the crowd grew even louder with excitement.

Just as the screen behind him shifted to reveal the new platform, the screen flickered before showing a logo that was very much not his. In fact, it was the logo of the damned rival company that had been a thorn in his side for the past few months. “Oh for fucks, sake, not this again,” he muttered as he looked to the side to see his production crew scrambling behind the scenes to shut down the takeover.

The large screen was supposed to be demoing the “new” platform that was really just a rehashed regurgitation of an older platform. This was supposed to be just a quick cash grab, but now it was just a problem. Vox glared at the stupid halo logo as an unfamiliar, but jovial voice seeped through his speakers like a virus.

"Tired of being controlled? Tired of not being about to tell if your information is being leaked or if VoxTech is brainwashing you?" The voice asked as it revealed distasteful footage of mindless sinners in front of VoxTech products. "Then try Eternal Entertainment. Your anti-Vox streaming and video platform, completely free of VoxTech networks. Take back control of your experience!"

The crowd was silent as the screen played a jingle before going dark. It took all the self-restraint Vox had not to glitch out on the stage when he knew the cameras were still rolling. Immediately, the crowd had their phones out, downloading the new app. Reporter cameras were flashing as sinners got as close to the stage as they could. Microphones were shoved in Vox's direction as a dozen voices asked him about the new competition.

"Ah-ah-ah... Now, let's not be so hasty, hmm?” Vox turned to the crowd with a strained grin. “This so-called 'Eternal Entertainment' is merely slander propaganda! There’s no history, nor a face to the name of this company. There’s nothing to trust! At VoxTech, we care about users' safety and provide hell-wide coverage that this ‘competition’ simply can’t beat." Vox said, trying to convince the crowd that it was a mistake to download the rival platform.

"What about the rumors of Vox programs being coded with hypnotic influence?” A reporter asked as they shoved down another. “This new rival platform promises protection from the threat of corporate dating mining and influence. What do you have to say about that?" A reporter asked.

"Hypnosis? No no, no.. that’s ridiculous!" Vox scoffed, shaking his head as he tried to sound convincing. "It’s already been proven that any rumors about such malware were nothing more than scandalous lies created to discriminate against the powers of tech demons like myself,” Vox said, theatrically shaking his head as he played the card his PR team had him prepared for at all times. 

“Look, you know you can trust and rely on the wonderful VoxTech. We have been nothing but honest and transparent... unlike those frauds at 'Eternal... uhh..'," Vox tried to remember the name of the rival platform.

"Eternal Entertainment!" Someone from the crowd yelled. "It already has 300,000 downloads!"

"See? That’s nothing!” Vox laughed with a strained smile. It was something. Low numbers for a platform overall, sure. But to already have that many downloads mere minutes after the hijacked debut? Yeah no, Vox was freaking the fuck out. 

The crowd continued to get louder, and Vox felt anxious electricity thrumming through his veins. Everything was getting overwhelming and he only had so much bullshit he could come up with on the spot before he started contradicting himself. He continued to smile as his magic pulsed through the nearby cables of the stage as he searched for anything he could use as an escape. He found a security camera in an alleyway a few blocks over and put on a professional grin. He just needed a closing statement, and he'd get out of there. Easy.

"Well then," Vox cleared his throat and put on his best, most charismatic smile. "I promise you all, this so-called “Eternal Entertainment”, is nothing but a passing fad! It's just a desperate attempt by the competition to try and take you away from the best hell has to offer. The very best streaming and media..." Vox's eyes narrowed as he looked around at the crowd and his smile slowly faded. "Me."

The chaotic crowd suddenly fell silent as his screen flooded their vision with red and black spirals. The sound of a pin dropping would be deafening compared to the frantic clamoring that had filled the space only moments ago as Vox flooded the crowd’s minds with VoxTech propaganda and affirmations. Once he was content, Vox used the camera to teleport to the alleyway while the crowd was left temporarily mindless.

“F̸̛̫̝̉u̴͑͜c̵̮̀ḱ̷̩̆î̴̩͘n̴̯̬͐g̷̮͌̚ piece of shit m̷̨͙͗o̴̲͎͐t̸͉̜͒h̷̙̃e̶͎̦͋r̵̟͘f̷̱̄͒û̸̥ć̵̙ͅḱ̶̡́ę̷͎��ŕ̵̠̳ś̶̝͗,” Vox swore as his screen glitched hard the moment he was out of sight. He continued to swear and vent out his frustrations as he kicked an empty paint can on the ground next to a dumpster. Fortunately, there weren’t any sinners passing by to witness his tantrum. He wasn’t in the mood to drop another fucker until they were brain-dead.

Once Vox got the rest of his frustrations out of his system, he collected himself and sighed. He pulled out his phone and opened the app store, cringing as he saw the rival app rising in the trending downloads. He closed his eyes and focused his abilities as his power surged through the network and hunted down the source engine running the app. With so many devices accessing the network, he was able to narrow down the location quickly.

"Perfect,” Vox said with a sinister grin. “Now to take care of this problem once and for all."

Any time he’d tried to hunt down Eternal before, Vox had run into dead end after dead end. He couldn’t track down the sinners running the rival software, nor could he track down any of their host servers. The hubris of his newfound enemy would be their undoing. Anyone in the entertainment industry worth their salt knew how easily things could be exposed upon release. By loudly announcing their debut when they hijacked Vox’s presentation, the company had left themselves wide open for him to latch onto the smallest flaws and hunt them down properly. 

Vox wanted to destroy the place and make sure that their platform never gained any kind of popularity or power in Hell ever again. He finally pinpointed the location where the platform was being hosted and was pleased to find it wasn't anything impressive. There was no polish. The building didn’t even look like it was any sort of office or official business. If anything, it looked uninhabited. He pulled up the address on his screen to see what he could find out about the location’s history. 

The building was a rundown observatory run by some random sinner he couldn’t care less about before one of the biggest exterminations of the past century. The neighborhood the building was near had been so thoroughly gutted by the angels that the entire area was abandoned due to superstition. Well… as abandoned as any corner of the overcrowded ring of hell could be. It was the perfect place for unsavory types to hide in the shadows. 

Vox scanned the exterior and his smirk only grew as he took note of the lack of any sort of security. "This will be easy..." Vox said to himself as he locked on to a computer screen he sensed inside of the building. Wanting to get the drop on his cocky competition, he teleported his way inside the old, abandoned observatory. Vox was expecting a potential fight. Maybe guns. Probably a lab full of desk jockeys. What Vox didn’t expect was for his feet to barely touch the ground before he found himself suddenly in agonizing pain. His vision was clouded over with purple smoke and he heard the sound of glass shattering as his entire body short-circuited hard from the overwhelming pain.

Vox screamed, dropping to his knees as his systems malfunctioned from the icy-hot burning sensation shooting across his skin. His face bluescreened and his vision went dark. The last thing he heard as he lost consciousness was the sound of someone swearing and footsteps rapidly approaching him as he passed out.

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Vox gasped as he felt his systems finally reboot. He ran an internal diagnostic as he sat up to look around, dazed and disoriented. The burning sensation had faded, but his head was pounding. His vision slowly cleared as he took in his surroundings. It looked like he was in some sort of office.There was a large, overflowing bookshelf by an open window and a desk with an impressive computer set-up on it. Vials filled with purple, sparkling mist were scattered around the entire room, all with different labels on them. The space was messy, yet somehow… cozy. At least, it felt more comfortable than the majority of the sleek areas of hell he was more familiar with. 

Vox looked down and quirky an eyebrow as he held up the soft blanket draped over his lap. He tried not to think of what sort of diseases could be lurking in the old couch he was lying on as he processed the situation.

"W... what..? Where am I… How did I get here...?" Vox said as he blinked a couple of times, trying to remember what had happened before he lost consciousness. "What the fuck is this place?"

"Oh shit, you're awake!" A voice startled Vox and he tossed the blanket off of him as the door to the office pushed open. He hadn’t noticed that it had been cracked open, nor had he noticed you waiting for him to wake up out in the hallway.You’d been leaning against the doorframe and scrolling through social media as you waited for him to regain consciousness.

 You stepped into the room, smiling sheepishly as you pocketed your phone, “Sorry, I didn’t want you to wake up alone and be confused, but it also felt weird to just sit in here. How are you feeling?”

Vox didn't know what to expect when it came to his new rival, but he couldn't have imagined you. Hell was full of sinners of all shapes and sizes. Vox had seen some crazy shit, but he’d never seen someone as… soft as you. You weren’t dressed to the nines or in some wild costume like most. Instead, you were just wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with your hair pulled back in a messy bun. You looked like a burnt-out college student rather than a sinner trapped in hell.

“You know,” you smirk. “I may not have been the one running the campaign against you, but you may have wanted to take that whole anti-Vox thing a bit more seriously before just barging in here.”

"You're... the owner of the rival platform..?" Vox said as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes and no," you cringe. "Normally, I’d be chasing you out of here with a broomstick, but I might have royally fucked up and have no idea what I’m doing," you admit.

“What?” Vox asked flatly. He had been expecting tech bro assholes who would monologue at him in an attempt to piss him off. He’d been expecting the run-of-the-mill hellish power-hungry welcome he’d come to love tearing to shreds any time someone was stupid enough to try to overthrow him. He expected literally anything else but this.

“It… would probably be easier to just show you,” You sigh as you walk over to your computer and wake up the idle screen.

Vox stood from the couch and crossed the small office to look at the screen.  It revealed that millions of sinners had already made accounts on Eternal Entertainment’s new platform, and a decent amount of accounts had already started uploading content. To say it was successful would be an understatement.

"Millions..." Vox muttered under his breath, feeling more and more threatened by the platform as he saw the success it was already having. "How the hell did you manage to pull this off?"

You chuckle, rubbing the back of your head nervously. "Yeah, uh, about that... I don't... know."

"You don't k̴n̷o̵w̵?̴" Vox flipped on you with a spark. His eye twitched as he tried to pick apart your game. Were you bragging? Were you about to threaten him? Were you a fucking idiot?

"Excuse, the fuck, me?” Vox growled as he grabbed your hoodie and pulled you forward. “Do you mean to tell me this was just some fucking pet project or some shit?"

"Yes and no?," you cringed as Vox made it clear how fed up he was getting with that answer.

Normally, you wouldn’t let anyone yank you around, but you’d dug yourself into some pretty deep shit. The guilt that came with that kept you complicit for the time being, but you still pushed his hand off of you. 

"The truth is, I… made the platform,” you admit sheepishly. You’re quick to defend yourself as you see Vox’s expression fill with rage. “But I’m not the one who released it and I don’t work for Eternal. I swear!”

“You realize how fucking fake that sounds, right?” Vox growled as he felt his claws itch with the desire to rip you apart.

“Yup,” you swallow. “I understand the shit sandwich I landed myself in very much, Mr. Big Scary Evil Overlord Sir.”

“But,” you say as you pull back your desk chair and pull up your browser. “I have proof. If you don’t believe me after you look at it, you can kick my ass to your heart’s content. But I think you’ll quickly realize I do not know what the fuck I’m doing and I couldn’t have made this shit the way you’re thinking I did, even if I tried.”

Vox squinted at you with distrust as he looked between you and the chair. He grabbed the back of the offending furniture far tighter than was necessary and yanked it out of your hand as he sat down with a grumble.

He started scrolling through the history of your browser and clicked through the tabs you’d left open for him. It looked like you had signed up for some sort of coding workshop and had no idea what you had signed up for. What was poorly disguised as a hands-on tutorial for beginner video game coders to learn how to make mock platforms for marketing was a trap to lure in people to do Eternal’s dirty work. It was the sort of thing that would never pop up on Vox’s radar. It was obviously a scam to the trained eye and a weak attempt at throwing suckers like you under the bus.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he said as he looked up at you incredulously.

Your face flushed and you looked away from him with an embarrassed frown as you crossed your arms. “Oh fuck off,” you grumble. “I’m broke as hell and it was a free course in an area I need to learn to make my games. It sounded too good to be true.”

“Because it was, dumbass,” Vox snorted as he shook his head and kept digging. He followed the data trail of the domain the workshop was hosted on and pulled up a few unrelated tabs that you hadn’t already pulled up from him so he could figure out how you’d discovered the suspicious content in the first place.

“Hey!” you gasp as you try to stop him.

“If you don’t want to end up an electrified shish kabob on the floor, you’ll let me work,” Vox said, not taking his eyes off the screen for a second as he installed some of his searching software to run in the background of your system.

You huff, watching him continue to dig through your computer before you turn on your heel and walk out. “Just don’t move or delete anything.”

Vox rolled his eyes as he continued his search. He quickly understood where your worries stemmed from. He hadn’t paid too much attention to your mention of it earlier, but it was obvious you were some sort of video game developer. There were folders filled with concept designs, dialogue chains, and amateur attempts at programming. It seemed while you thrived in the creator side of things, your tech knowledge was severely lacking. A quick invasive peek at your bank account showed that your funds were as well. You had big visions for someone with only yourself as a resource.

He paused as he opened a folder in your files that was filled with what appeared to be pictures of you and what he assumed were your friends. His eyes widened as he recognized several faces smiling innocently compared to the lewd expressions he’d seen them make in Valentino’s films. What caught his attention even more was the multiple pictures of you with Angel Dust and his little cyclops friend who had a knack for explosives.

Before he could dig any further into your personal life, several windows popped up to let him know the diagnostics had finished running the background.

Vox’s leg started to bounce with anxious energy as the reports from the programs he’d run earlier started to flood in. He immediately followed the trail of information and found several other websites connecting to Eternal that eventually led him to a secluded forum with all sorts of shady shit. He opened several threads that related to himself and the other Vees and inhaled sharply as he started to read through everything.

"Anti-VoxTech underground network…?" Vox whispered aloud. An anxious thrum of energy ran through him as he tried not to freak out. What if this person used the platform to spread propaganda against him or to leak information from his networks? What if this person was trying to destroy him from the inside out? His paranoia began to intensify and he felt small sparks licking at his skin when suddenly, a coffee mug was thrust in front of his face.

He looks up at you as you hold out one of two mugs to him. He takes it slowly from your hand as you look at him unimpressed, yet expectantly. “Thanks…?” He says slowly as he is once again thrown off by how much you didn’t match his expectations. He looks down at the liquid in his hand before looking back up at you distrustfully. For all he knew, your weirdly casual demeanor could have all been a trick. Poisoning him in the afterlife wouldn’t kill him, it’d just be a major inconvenience. Even so, he hesitated.

“Oh for fucks sake,” you roll your eyes as you realize why he was hesitating. You stick your pinky in his cup and pop it in your mouth to show him it was safe. “It’s just hot chocolate,” you huff before you take a sip from your own mug. “I was going to make one before you just zapped your ass in here and it felt rude to only make one for myself.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked the bewildered overlord over. “Shit, but your face… Can you even…? Wait no, that’s also rude. Fuck.”

Vox burst out laughing as you verbally tripped over yourself. Yeah no. There was no evil ploy here. You were just a weirdly endearing dumbass.

“I can drink,” Vox grinned as he finally lifted the cup to his lips. His eyes widened as he took in the unexpected taste. While he could eat and drink, he unfortunately had lost his sense of smell with his afterlife form. He wasn’t expecting the slightly sour tinge of raspberry syrup that mixed with the more standard flavor of the drink.

You watch him curiously and his eyes lock onto yours in an instant. Your face flushes and you turn away as you try to not-so-smoothly play over the fact that you had been trying to see how his mouth worked. “S-So, did you find anything?”

Vox sighed and set his mug down as he turned his attention back to your computer. “Yes, actually. Surprisingly enough, I’ve found more on your very shitty and outdated computer than my team has in the past six months.”

He ignores your offended protests about the quality of your setup as he looks through one of the forums. He ignores the way you lean into his personal space as you look over his shoulder and read the comments yourself.

“I just don’t get why there’s this large of an interest in working around my products,” Vox grumbled as the two of you read through the conversations.

You raise an eyebrow and peer down at him. "You and the Vee's don't exactly have the best rep with lower-class sinners. It may be hard for a big powerful dude like you to comprehend, but believe it or not, some people like their privacy."

Vox frowned as he begrudgingly sipped on his drink. He would never admit out loud how much it was soothing his nerves. “We’re in hell,” he reasoned. “Surely dating mining which pornos the average sinner watches to increase ratings and production quality isn’t the top concern these idiots have.”

You roll your eyes and sigh as you sit on the edge of your desk. Your hips carelessly pushed some things back, but you paid it no mind. “It goes deeper than that and you know it. Hell, I know it and I think this entire experience has proven how much of this shit flies over my head.”

Vox’s eyes drift to the vial you bumped with your hip and he pauses as he considers just how harmless you really were. While it was clear you weren’t the most program-savvy, Vox hadn’t forgotten the abrupt welcome he’d gotten when he tried to sneak in. Whatever that mist he’d been enveloped in was bottled and stashed all over the place. He still had more digging to do.

Sensing the shift in Vox’s attitude, your eyes follow his gaze and you cringe as you tuck the vial out of sight.

“So you’re not a complete idiot then,” Vox said as he placed his empty mug on the table and stood over you.

“That’s different,” you mutter as you shrink in on yourself and avoid looking him in the eye.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Vox hummed as his eyes sharply searched your features like a shark drawn to blood in the water.

His clawed fingers wrap around your jaw and he slowly makes you turn towards him. His grip was firm and the sharp edges threatened to break skin, but he was also somewhat gentle, after all, you had gotten him this far. A looming threat if you suddenly decided to stop cooperating.

“You deleted your visits to those forums in your browser history before you let me access your computer,” Vox said slowly as he watched your every expression carefully. You were avoiding his eyes, which meant you knew what he was capable of. “Why?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you say slowly as you try to keep your breathing even. You couldn’t afford to panic. “I probably just accidentally cleared it when I was wiping my cache or something. Aren’t you supposed to do that every now and then, or something?”

Vox quirked an eyebrow, looking completely unimpressed. “You’re not a good liar.”

“Oh fuck off,” you frown as you look up at him without thinking. 

Vox grins and his eyes immediately spiral as he tries to pull you under his spell. You gasp and for a moment he thinks he has you… only for the spirals not to reflect back at him from your own eyes.

“What…?” Vox blinks as his grip on you loosens.

You smack his hand away and dive out from under him as you try to get away. Vox growls, whipping around and grabbing your arm before you can slip out of the office. You let out a startled yelp as he slams you against the wall and twists your arm behind your back.

“What the hell is going on? Who are you, really?” he interrogates as he twists your arm harder.

It didn’t make any sense. You were a walking contradiction. He genuinely didn’t sense any malice directed at him from you. Your search history barely skimmed anything relating to him. If anything, you had done more research on Velvette and Valentino, which he had to admit, in any other scenario may have bruised his ego a hair. You accidentally helped a rival company launch an attack against him and let him search your system without any hesitation, yet the second he locked in on those vials, you changed your tune completely.

Not only that, but you were somehow able to resist his hypnosis. He’d seen the faintest flash of connection in your eyes that told him you weren’t immune. Yet you had somehow managed to slip out of the hold he’d tried to cast over you within seconds.

“Let me go, asshole!” You shouted as you tried to slip out of his grasp. You hiss in pain as his sharp claws dig into your arm and draw blood.

“I don’t think so,” Vox growled as he tightened his grip and drew more blood. “What the hell is in those vials? And why were you on those forums in the first place? Tell me or I’ll rip your arm off.”

You bark out a laugh despite the fear, “With those fucking twigs? I’d like to see you tr-AH fuck! Alright alright!” You relent as he slams your head against the wall with his other hand.

Vox loosens his grip ever so slightly, but watches you like a hawk.

“Everything I’ve told you so far is true,” you start with a sigh. “I don’t know jack shit about most of your area in things, but I only found the workshop because I was on the forums.”

“And why would you be there?” Vox frowned. “You don’t have anything my company would care about on your systems. You’re a shit liar, but get any ideas of telling me it was for privacy out of your head.”

Your eyes dart and he can tell you’re trying to think of a way to weasel out of telling him the truth. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want him to know. Which meant he needed to know.

“Tell me,” Vox growled as he pressed you harder into the wall.

“V-Valentino,” you whimpered as the pain started to wear down your willpower. You weren’t exactly accustumed to this sort of experience despite your time in hell. You kept your head down as much as you could. You only dared to kick up dust for one reason and you’d done your best not to get caught for it up until now, but you had been careless.

“What?” Vox blinked as his grip relented.

“I,” you open your mouth, only to cringe. You really didn’t want to tell him, but if you double died without at least trying to pull something, it would only leave the very people you were trying to protect in deeper shit. Vox would figure it out after killing you anyways. Spilling the beans and trying to figure something out in the process was your only hope.

“The mist wasn’t mean to hurt you,” you say slowly. “I’ll talk, so fucking let go first.”

Vox watches you distrustfully, but releases your arm and steps back. He stands between you and the door, so he’s willing to play along if it means he’ll finally have the full picture.

“I don’t… pay much attention to hell’s politics,” you sigh. “I don’t care about power, I don’t care about overlords, but I do care about my friends.”

For the first time since Vox had gotten here, he saw something familiar flash in your eyes. The dark twisted bloodlust he’d seen in most sinners. “I don’t use my powers much,” you say as you walk over to your desk. “I’m not really trained to fight like most people down here. I’m cooped up in here most of the time, so it’s not like I’ve ever really had a reason to start shit.”

You pick up a vial and hold up your other hand as a small portal opens above your palm. “This is about all I can do,” you say. “I had a buddy who liked to research sinners abilities and I didn’t really care if he looked into mine.” 

You had to bite down the fond smile at the memory of Baxter’s pestering. “He discovered that at low enough levels of activation, magic could be collected like a liquid or a mist with all his fancy tech shit. Again, you know how much of that flies over my head.”

Vox looked between your hands and nodded silently, watching you carefully as he waited for you to put together the pieces for him.

“Using the residue of my abilities, he tried to replicate that love potion shit you guys sell. He wanted to see if he could recreate it and then make a repellent.”

Vox’s eyes widened as he looked at the vial and it finally clicked. “It’s a repellent against Valentino’s magic.”

You wave away the miniature portal above your hand and nod with a frown. You hated every part of this, but at least he hadn’t killed you yet. “Like I said earlier, there's a high demand for slipping out under the Vee's control."

“Is that how you resisted my hypnosis as well?” Vox asked carefully.

“No,” you shake your head. “That’s something else entirely. No schemes or any fancy shit like that involved there.”

“Then why did the mist hurt me?” Vox frowned.

“Well, for starters,” you smirk at the memory. It had freaked you out pretty bad in the moment, but after the shit Vox just put you through, you kinda loved that he’d gotten his ass handed to him. “The guy I told you about was here and was trying to make a new batch. You literally teleported in the middle of us making the shit and knocked over the batch we’d been producing so it was heavily concentrated.”

“Secondly, you’re around Valentino all the time. When is that guy not blowing his slut smoke all around you?” You cross your arms.

“That…” Vox thought back to how often Valentino smoked his pipe around him. How used to seeing the pink smoke around him he’d gotten. He didn’t have a sense of smell so he was entirely immune to the effects. So much so, he had no reason to notice how it was completely seeped into his clothing and probably coating his entire body in an unnoticeable residue.

"Yup," you sigh. "If I had to take a guess, then that’s why.”

"And the reason you’d help your friend make this…” Vox trailed off as he remembered the pictures he’d found on your computer. You were friends with a lot of Valentino’s sex workers, including Angel Dust. Vox was a business partner, a friend, and sometimes a lover of Valentino. Valentino was notorious for the abuse of his sex workers. An abuser of some of your closest friends.

You frown, turning away from Vox, your body language acknowledging him as a proper enemy for the first time since he's broke in. "You get it now.”

He knew about Valentino and his history of abuse towards sex workers. He had seen his behavior first hand and knew the moth’s behavior was vile and repulsive. But the worst of it was never directed at Vox himself. Some of it, yeah, but… Vox hadn't really cared about anyone else. He had better shit to think about.

"I see…,” Vox hummed as he picked up another vial off the floor and twirled it between his claws. You really could benefit from some basic cleaning around the office. “So you’re planning on beating him at his own game." Vox said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you with a mix of suspicion and admiration. "Clever... very clever.."

You cross your arms, watching him sharply as you wait to see what he'll do about it.

"You got the information you wanted." You say flatly. He knew who was attacking him with your software now. The Eternity shit he’d found on your computer was a solid lead. However, he now knew of your efforts against Valentino. You weren’t a fighter, by any means, but you were prepared to protect yourself if you had to.

Vox's eyes narrowed as he looked at you in a new light. Your lack of personal interest in politics and the standard hell powergrabs had him intrigued. He wondered just what you’d be capable of if you did play the same game that everyone else did. It was clear you were resourceful and crafty, yet you directed those efforts towards something so… mundane.

"You’ve proved useful enough so far, and I thank you for that. Depending on your next answer, I may even let you keep your insides where they belong. So, let me ask you this..." Vox said, continuing to look at you with his eyes narrowing. "If those experiments are unrelated to my influence entirely, then how are you able to resist my hypnosis?"

Whether he meant to or not, Vox just handed you the key to your survival on a silver platter. Your eyes widen and you try to hide the excitement at the opportunity as you level your best poker face. “It’s pretty simple actually,” you say as you inspect your nails nonchalanetly. A bit too theatric, perhaps, but you were trying to play it cool. It didn’t matter that you weren’t actually succeeding. 

“Hypothetically, I may or may not have discovered how to counter your hypnosis,” you hum as Vox’s eye twitched. “Hypothetically, I could sell that information or simply just post it to the Eternal forums. I’m sure everyone would love to know how not to get sucked into your marketing schemes.”

"You want to make a deal," Vox realized, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly and dead pixels flickered to life under his lip. This just got so much more interesting for him.

[hellsbroadcaster]

~~Do you have favorite blogs? ~~Do you have favorite threads? ~~Do you have favorite ships?

Guilty As Charged- MUN EDITION || ACCEPTING

oh boy howdy do I

Do you have favorite blogs?

@videoaux - my vox <3 opal is SOOOO wonderful!! they were one of the first I really got to interact with and it was completely sinful and unhinged and I loved every second of it <3 I'm counting the days they are free from the clutches of school so I can have them all to myself again !! nnfkldsnfds They are such a wonderful Vox and we have planned and written so much for these boys, seriously I can't wait to start sharing the things we got for you guys on the dash <3 I love them soooo muchhh !!

@xluciifer - Luci got me under her spell, I'm hooked. im a simp it cant be helped. I adore her blog, and her lucifer. She's so wonderful and before we even started writing or talking I just kind of admired her from afar? she's such a force and a light to this fandom. its so refreshing to see how loved she is, and just how much she loves everyone too. she does so much to keep everyone involved, to make everyone feel special. i hope she doesn't forget to share some of that love with herself because she deserves it truly.

@veneror - I need Jack to know they are such a PHENNOMAL writer that is has me EATING MY FISTS. They are so poetic, and they write in a way that's captivating, it takes you to a whole other world. I lose myself in it, and i feel like they challenge me to do the same. And truthfully i love what I come up with when we write. I love talking about our ships, with Angel and Eve. And I am so desperate to start writing that AU with Alastor and Eve BECAUSE PLS?? I adore their blog, they just have such a wonderful grasp on all their muses.

blogs that I love just seeing on my dash in general @lilitophidian, @girlishgiggle, @discoinfernos, @gctchell, @edenpoise, @cannibalxroses, @fearedelight, @sixwingedmercy @arachnaemboss, @zestials, @multipalz, @ciircex, @demonsdealings, @unholi, @damnedrainbows, @hzbinsouled, @helluvamulti, THERE'S SO MANY MORE FBSDLFNSDL

Do you have favorite threads?

I don't have a whole lot going on, namely because they are all very long lol. Basically every thread I have with my partners thus far.

Do you have favorite ships?

I'm sorry radiostatic just has a very special place in my heart. I really love them sobs. Its the kind of dynamic i live for.

Radioapple is another big one I am really enjoying and look forward to fleshing them out with @xluciifer :3

I have really started to love Radiogarden? my poor attempt at a ship name. Alastor and Eve !! They just have a very special spark that I am itching to write out more.

Radiodust is another <3

Guilty ships I lowkey want more of --- Alastor and Lilith.

Radiorose

and lowkey have been tempted to dip my toes in charlastor fnkdslfs IVE SEEN SOME CUTE ASS ART AND I'VE BEEN CONTEMPLATING.

[fmoe1997]

A Productive Meeting

"You know how insignificant he was when I found him? He practically pried the door to my car open to get what I offered. Oh he was so eager to snort coke off my dick then, but now? He thinks he's too good to ANSWER MY CALLS!"

Another gunshot resounded through the room, followed by a dull thud as one of Vox's ex-employees fell to the floor. Blackened blood formed a macabre heart from the pattern of bullets lodged in their chest, before it quickly spilled over and pooled onto the floor. They lay just beside their fellow coworker, whose body had grown cold in the time Valentino took to get to his latest victim. While Vox would normally applaud his stamina in more intimate scenarios, he had long grown tired with his persistent discontent in regards to one of his own employees.

As promised, he had called the most inefficient of his workforce for an impromptu meeting at V Tower's penthouse. They believed they had been summoned for their stellar performance in the recent quarter, and expected to receive compensation for their efforts. Which, in a way, wasn't a lie. It amazed Vox just how much these three in particular dragged his sales down compared to their contemporaries, and he believed they deserved recognition for their ineptitude. It's their fault if they didn't appreciate how he showed it.

However, that supposed they could express any emotions other than the deadpan stare they faced Valentino with as he shot them down one by one. Another technological invention courtesy of VoxTech. All employees are required by contract to be chipped before they accept the position. It helped regulate sleep so they could work 24/7 without breaks, kept their minds clear of unwarranted thoughts, and made them wholly compliant to his will. If he wanted them to jump, they'd jump as high as he desired, and if he wanted them to stand still so Valentino could use them for target practice, it was good for that too.

"Sounds like a real pain in the ass, Val," Vox responded from his laid-back position on the nearby sofa. "Makes you wonder why you keep him on the team."

While he had feigned interest in his business at first, as any good partner should, he dropped all pretenses by this point. Ever since the stupid slut of a spider entered Valentino' life, he had become an unwanted wedge in their relationship. Whether he recognized that or cared, Vox couldn't tell anymore, and his less than subtle insinuations towards that fact had gone clear over his bald head. So he responded only when required, but otherwise passed the time with his third game of solitaire on his internal display.

Valentino dropped his gun arm and cast a look over at Vox, who to him appeared to stare off into space much like the drones he used to blow off steam. His finger curled around the trigger, tempted to aim it at Vox, but he thought better of it and relaxed with a barely-controlled exhale.

"He's still under contract because he is still useful to me. He isn't like one of these," he waved his hand at the remaining body, "drones sin sentido you employ in your division. You can't slap what he has on just anyone and expect it to work. Trust me... I've tried."

Black heels sharply snapped against the linoleum floor as Valentino walked in front of the remaining employee. He cradled his gun in his hands, and admired how the rhinestones that adorned the side glittered his name in the overhead lights.

"Tony is like a clay, and I am his sculptor. He possessed talent, and I shaped it into something meaningful. We've seen that for ourselves. Without me, he was nothing, and if he thinks he can continue to ignore me, he will be nothing again."

Vox paused his digital game and returned his attention to the world around him. It was rare for his partner to display such a level of insight, and he couldn't help but raise a brow. His interest piqued once more, he raised himself up on his elbows and looked at Valentino.

The moth stood just in front of him, yet his eyes never left his gun. His grip on it seemingly tightened, then he threw his arms out to either side.

"I mean I made him a star, god dammit! Where's my fucking respect, huh? If that fucking slut thinks he can blow me off like this, I'm going to make him get on his hands and knees so he can remember how to do it properly. I could film it too, been a while since I starred in one of my own movies."

Vox tuned out his subsequent chuckle and rested back down, disappointed that he even gave him the benefit of doubt. But before he could relaunch his game, he saw Valentino look down at him.

"What do you think, baby? Still got another performance in me?"

Finally, something somewhat unrelated to Angel. Vox smiled and stood up. "Do you really have to ask? Or do I have to play you last night's recording?"

Valentino feigned a shocked gasp. "Voxxy! You didn't tell me you recorded that!"

While he appeared bashful, the look he gave Vox as he approached was anything but. So when the media mogul extended a hand, Valentino gladly accepted it with one of his own, before he got pulled into his embrace.

"I record everything, Val, you know that. Don't want to forget a single moment of our time together. I even have a server dedicated to you."

He raised his other hand to cup his cheek and the moth happily rested his head against it. A blush rose to his cheeks that made Vox's heart skip a beat. For as much as he would openly express his disinterest in his affairs, he could never lose his fixation with this man. He reserved a spot within him beyond that of his hard drive space.

These moments where there was no one else but them, where they held each other in equal captivation, were most serene. But, unfortunately for Vox, they never lasted long.

"Well, if I'm that good, perhaps I could do something with Angel-"

Vox flinched at the name. No, he wouldn't allow it this time. "Or," Vox grinned back at Valentino, "how about we go out? I'll treat you to something nice, then after that we make something of our own?"

Valentino bit his lip at the idea and shifted in place. Behind his heart-shaped lenses, he looked down between him and Vox. The televsion demon followed his gaze, and from the corner of his eye he saw he held a phone in one of his lower hands. He quickly looked back at Valentino before he realized, and the lustful sinner subsequently pocketed the device.

"Well, since my Angel doesn't seem to be answering my calls, I wouldn't mind going out. Been a while since that's happened too."

Although Valentino held no malice behind the observation, it grated on Vox nonetheless. He didn't let that show on his face, however, as he shifted his hands down to Valentino's waist. Then he reached back and stroked the inside of his wings, taking delight in how he shivered and moaned softly.

"Let's see if we can fix that, shall we?" He asked cockily.

When he glanced up at him, the moth held a hand over his mouth as if to block the sounds that fell from his lips. Vox didn't stop his touches until he had been left visibly shaken, at which point he replaced his hands on Valentino's hips. The moth released a breath he had held as he dropped his hand to join another on Vox's shoulders. He let them hang loosely while his lower hands similarly took Vox's sides to reflect how he positioned his hands on his body.

"You're such a tease," Valentino squeaked, which elicited a chuckle from Vox.

"Only cause I know you love it. Now, before we head out, you mind closing business for today?"

Valentino gave a confused hum and raised a brow, to which Vox subtlely tilted his head towards the employee who blankly watched their exchange unfold. He followed his gesture, then gave a soft noise of understanding; as if he had been reminded about neglected housework. Then he unceremoniously lifted his gun again and fired it once directly into the man's head.

Rather than form the same, beautiful heart pattern that the bullets made as they spread out from the gun, their impact caused his head to explode into a fine, black mist. He flew back as if hit by a car and toppled to the ground only a few feet away from the other two. Blood spilled quickly over the tiles and formed a thick puddle around the corpse. With that, their meeting had concluded.

As Valentino pocketed his gun, satisfied, and took a delighted Vox's hand, the twin doors that led into the room burst open.

"Aight, what the fuck is goin' on? When I heard the first gunshot I thought Valentino finally put one in ya, Vox. After the second, I thought he did 'imself in. So you mind tellin' me-"

Before she could rant any more, Velvette walked in far enough to see the small staging area where Vox had set up his veritable range for Valentino to use. The sight of those three bodies on the floor barely registered in her eyes. What caught her attention, however, was where they had been positioned.

"Oi, oi!" She snapped her fingers with an incredulous look and pointed at the corpse closest to her. "What the bloody hell were you thinkin' doin' this here? You see how close you are to the carpet?"

While the both of them looked down, Vox subsequentlu raised his head and flippantly hand-waved away her concern.

"Relax, Vel, their blood won't even be able to reach the carpet, I made sure to position them accordingly to avoid that."

"You better hope so, Vox, otherwise you're payin' to replace it, and not for cheap neither." She shook her head, then pulled out her phone and pointed its camera at the pile of bodies. "I assume the pissbaby is satisfied now?"

Valentino scowled at her. "What the fuck did you call me, puta?"

Vox raised a hand in front of his face and stopped him before he got riled up again. "He will be, later."

The insinuation caused Valentino to stammer and he turned his head away with a blush. His wings quivered behind his back.

Velvette grimaced as she tapped a new post into her socials about Valentino's latest temper tantrum. "I didn't need to hear that. Just as long as he won't shoot another one of my damn employees, it doesn't matter how he's feelin'."

Before Valentino could provide a rebuttal, Velvette turned on her heel and walked back to the doors. "Speaking of, gotta head back and clean up those messes 'fore they get any ideas to trudge around their disaster pieces in public. Later, V and V."

Vox and Valentino reciprocated with a similar, "Later, V," as she pushed through the doors and left them alone once more. Vox could tell the conversation only helped to undo some of the progress he made with him. His hands felt tense in his grasp, and he practically heard the wind that exhaled from his flared nostrils. And he didn't have to ask to know that he had thoughts to take up arms and blow off steam in a more personal way with a certain arachnid.

Fortunately he had him to rely on. He gave his hand a gentle squeeze and reminded him, "So, how does dinner sound?"

Valentino took a long breath through his nose, then sighed. "Sounds perfecto, my love."

Vox gave a self-satisfied chortle, then pulled Valentino down to his level. He placed a peck on his cheek that made the moth's eyes widen, before he let him stand back up to full height. A soft smile came over the moth's features, then he wrapped his arms around Vox's slim bicep. The magnate led them out in a close embrace, which left the carnage behind them to be disposed of by the tower's internal systems.

By the time they came back the floors would be clean, the corpses incinerated, and they'd be halfway into Valentino's room for their newest shoot. All in all, a very productive meeting.

[thatkippycat]

Well, y'all told me I should post my random little snippets, so here's one of em. I didn't really know how to end it but yeah. Enjoy!

Untitled Alastor Snippet

"...I'm sorry?"

"Ohoho, you heard me Alastor, I've got all your little contracts now, took control of 'em because you couldn't manage them yourself."

"Oh, Vox, you seem to be confused. See, if you had done that, I'd turn you into a pile of circuits underneath my heel."

"Feel free to, it won't bring them back to you."

"You little-"

"If you'll excuse me, I have actually important things to do today. But hey, Alastor, guess what."

"...What?"

"I win."

     Vox's voice cut out, leaving only static to fill the space. Alastor stood in his tower overlooking Pentagram City, at the Vs' tower glimmering in the distance, pondering this development. Vox had told him that all his owned souls belonged to that overrated, pompous triumvirate. Vox wouldn't say exactly how, some loophole he found in Al's contracts. But that was impossible, they were airtight, right? What could Vox, that conniving snake, done to make that happen. Alastor tried to summon his contracts but he couldn't. Vox was telling the truth. No, there had to be something Alastor could do, something he could-

"Alastor, behind you."

     Alastor looked behind him to see Husk leaning on the door frame. He had his arms crossed with an odd look on his face. Alastor couldn't place it. Almost like a mix of anger and confidence. Smug while still being indifferent, kind of.

"Ah, Husker, just the man I wanted to see. Vox took over my radio show and told me that-"

"He owns you're contracts?"

"Yes. How did you-"

"I'm gonna talk now, and you're going to listen, understood?"

"Husker, I-"

"Understood?"

     Husk had gotten more stern, clearly not willing to back down from this. And without the contract for Husk's soul, it wasn't like Alastor could do much. And so, he stood silently.

"Vox is right, all of what you owned is his now, and that includes me. I'm the one who helped him in the first place."

"Husker, your mediocre humor is not what I need right now."

"Good thing I'm not joking then."

"Husk, you wouldn't."

"I did."

"Then I should turn you into a stain and make your fur a rug for my room."

"Oh yeah? I'd love to see you explain that to Charlie and her dad. Lucifer would make any of your fancy threats seem like a joke."

     Husk hadn't moved from his spot, but Alastor had. The threads of his demon form had begun revealing themselves. The stitching, the antlers, the distant cry. Alastor was towering over Husk at this point, but the only movement Husk made was to stop leaning and stand upright, defiantly.

"Face it Al, if you were gonna do anything you would've by now. But you haven't, and you never will, because you can't afford to lose the respect of anyone. You can't stand the idea of someone not liking you, and to be honest, Charlie's the only who tolerates you being around here. Act high and mighty all you want, but without Charlie's support, you're the same emotional mess you were when you left the city."

     Alastor, seeing Husk refuse to back down and having his bluff called, began turning back into his normal form as he talked.

"Husker, I just don't understand, I thought we were friends."

"We were never friends Alastor, if you didn't see that, then you're just as blind as Vox says you are. All I was, was a trophy to prove how incredible you were."

"Do not bring Vox into this."

"Why not? He owns me now, and quite frankly, I've got a pretty good deal. I'll have to work away from the hotel sometimes, but I'll be compensated, which is more than you ever did for me. Plus, it'd let me keep a closer eye on Angel."

"Ah yes, how could I forget you're little fling."

     At that comment, Husk stood up straighter, and began moving towards Alastor. Alastor tried to stand his ground but quickly found himself backpedaling.

"You know, I was tempted to come up here and beat your ass, but Angel told me not to. He said you didn't deserve that much of my time, and he was right. Look at you, the big bad radio demon, scared of being confronted on equal footing."

"Husk-"

"Here. My last drink for you, ever. Don't talk to me again, got it?"

     Husk turned and left leaving a bottle of cognac in Alastor's hands. As the door closed behind Husk, the radio demon found his anger bubbling. He quickly smashed the bottle of cognac against a wall, before wrecking anything he could get his hands on.

[slutty-spider-talk]

You know Vox? You should core that bitch like an apple and weave an tapestry of his intestines

Don't fuckin' tempt me...I'm feelin' damn reckless right now and I know he can erase me and quite honestly I don't give a FUCK!!

After all some people DON'T FUCKIN' STAY DEAD! They come back YEARS LATER!

..I hope it's fuckin' slow and painful and I can get one good hit on his ugly ass mug. Rather fuck up Valentino...maybe take them both on, let them both fuckin' distroy me...that would feel so good right now hehe.....

[voxofthevoid]

Hey Vox! Werewolf anon here and glad to hear you're doing good! Or maybe feeling spiteful? I saw your poll and I can't wrap my brain around people who still do top/bottom discourse. Maybe Yuuji needs to go on a marathon and top all three choices?

As for me, I'm glad to see Yuuji kicking ass. And he's definitely giving me the Ichigo vibe with all the convoluted family connections and power legacies lol. He's a human! He's a vessel! He's a cursed painting-ish? What's next???

And that tiny Gojou crumb we got. Seriously it's sad how even those few panels make me happy. Then I see Nanami's weapon being used and ugh my Nanami sadness hits again. Fuck you Gege for killing them. 😭

And ahhhhh you want some updates on my werewolf namesake situation. Well since the last time I mentioned my foray into monsterfucking porn to my non fandom friend, I've also told her about the existence of a/b/o which went as well as you might expect...as in total confusion. She didn't initially understand the link between a/b/o and werewolves but then I had to go full blown fanlore explanations of werewolf fanfics and the whole knotting business and omegaverse and yeahhhhh. I think I might have added to the confusion when I mentioned that it's still mostly a sandbox and each author can kinda pick and choose whatever the fuck parameters they want. Gods...I haven't even mentioned the mpreg yet. Pray for me.

As for the knot dildo...I did briefly look into the inflatable ones but I got a bit intimidated. I decided I didn't want to end up as a Buzzfeed headline by accidentally rupturing an organ or something so instead I researched non-inflatable ones. Because unlike the Bucky in your fics, I do not have a black hole as a body part. I eventually saw a mold I liked and ordered the smallest one JUST IN CASE and uh...

I think you've ruined me, Vox. Because I don't think I can go back to normal dildos anymore. Even this smaller one (Let's call it Steve kun. Pre-serum Steve kun) definitely hit a lot different and better lol. Am I possibly also maybe kinda sorta admitting I re-read your Stucky werewolf fic before I gave the new toy a test run? I mean...I'm certainly not denying it. 😉

I think I'm going to try the next size up. I can name that one Rogers san, like a post serum Steve. Then maybe try the next bigger size and call it Nomad sama? Just keep ranking my knotted dildos based on the Steve Rogers DILF scale but adding Japanese honorifics because I'm unhinged.

Hopefully this wasn't TMI for you. If it was, you can just delete this ask lol. But I get the feeling you'd be cackling over one of your readers using your fics as sex toy shopping/orgasm inspiration. Thank you for writing and please keep feeding us the good stuff. 🤎

Tbh, I’ve been running on spite in this fandom since I posted the first chapter of little lamb to the slaughter and received a comment within 24 hours bitching about top!Yuuji. The spite levels keep rising because people keep clowning. I, too, would like to know why we have top–bottom discourse in the year of our lord 2024. But it’s fine, spite just makes me more productive! And don’t tempt me—I’d actually scrapped an idea featuring Yuuji topping ten men in a continuous narrative, and shit like this makes me want to revive it.

Yuuji’s family tree continues to fascinate me. I’ve been heart-eyed about the whole thing ever since Kenjaku was revealed to be his mum, but the new reveal about Jin and Sukuna has got me howling. Then they added the part about the finger being sealed in him at birth. No wonder Kenjaku sounded so fascinated with Yuuji at Shibuya—sure wish they lived to see what he’ll become.

I’m with you on licking up the Gojou crumbs 🤝 The Nanami crumbs too—still not over Yuuji thinking of him when Higuruma died.

You’re opening your friend’s third eye with a knotted crowbar. I approve! I’m also laughing my ass off. YOU HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED ON THE MPREG. That’ll be fun, especially on the heels of “here’s a highly flexible alternative universe based on disproved wolf behavioral research.” I salute your commitment 🤣

And first things first, no worries about TMI. This—

But I get the feeling you'd be cackling over one of your readers using your fics as sex toy shopping/orgasm inspiration.

—is 100% accurate. I’d print this ask out and put it on my wall if it wouldn’t lead to some…fascinating questions. (Okay, in all fairness, anyone I’d invite to my place wouldn’t even bat an eye, but the landlord is another story.) Anyway, if I’d like to call anything my life’s work, it’s all the porn I write, and getting people off is itself an achievement. Throw in you finding a sexual revelation or ten via knotted dildos (gleeful that the werewolf fic wormed its way into the equation btw), and I’m over the fucking moon about it. I can die happy now.

“Steve-kun” made me lose it, and the progressive naming scheme you’ve proposed made me put down the phone and just laugh for a good few seconds. Enjoy your shopping and please don’t rupture anything!

Also, thanks to you, I’m considering “Blackhole Asshole” as a tag. God knows a bunch of what I’d write would warrant it. Plus, it rolls off the tongue!

Loved the update 💗

[the-roadtrip-system]

🐠 who has the strangest fictional crush?

[deadname 2.0] liking discord from mlp and ennard from fnaf

🦀 who is the BRITISH one

we've got an entire folder on sp for the brits lol but the MOST british has to be vox.

🐬 most likely to be turned into a frog by an evil witch :(

auburn would probably be the one to tempt fate so him.

🦑 which pillow pet are you (current fronter)

probably the penguin

🐳 who says y’all unironically

me :( NEVERMIND ITS BOOTHILL

🐙 who’s the best at fronting (interpret this how you will)

alhaitham and catnap have been the most competent while fronting so i guess them (god thats a weird combination)

🪼 who has the most obscure source? who has the most well known?

most obscure: sinox (furry infection game on roblox) most well known: william (we have other fnaf fictives but everyone knows purple guy)

🐡 who’s the most insect adjacent. either in the little guy way or the EEEAAAAGHHHTKGJF FNN KILL IT way

[deadname] loves bugs but chrysalis is pretty much a bug herself soooo one of those two

🐟 who should be at the club rn

roulette definitely. he needs the enrichment. send his ass back to the club.

system ask game except the questions are moderately unhinged

🐠 who has the strangest fictional crush?

🦀 who is the BRITISH one

🐬 most likely to be turned into a frog by an evil witch :(

🦑 which pillow pet are you (current fronter)

🐳 who says y’all unironically

🐙 who’s the best at fronting (interpret this how you will)

🪼 who has the most obscure source? who has the most well known?

🐡 who’s the most insect adjacent. either in the little guy way or the EEEAAAAGHHHTKGJF FNN KILL IT way

🐟 who should be at the club rn

[shuchu]

i first interpretated the luxiem lingerie ask as luxiem being the ones wearing lingerie 😳 fantastic thought either way tho hehe

okay if i’m being honest, i did think about this too while i was writing the other one. when i first read your ask i panicked and thought that the previous anon requested for luxiem being the ones wearing lingerie ＞▽＜

so i kinda didn’t write about them wearing it under formal/modest clothes, i just wrote some headcanons about what they would say if you asked them to put lingerie on. i went a bit ham on ike and shu's oops ＞▽＜

well, here’s some more headcanons my loves ♡

suggestive?? ; minors dni 

‧⨯ .⁺ VOX AKUMA

“my love, are you sure you want me to wear it? i’m worried you’re going to feel insecure because i look better in it than you.”

it would take quite a lot of convincing but he would do it for you

his cheeks turn slightly pink when he looks at his reflection in the mirror, “babe. my cock is literally hanging out.”

“it’s okay, it’s not like i haven’t seen it before.” you chuckle as you ogle his reflection shamelessly

“you know what? you do look really good in lingerie. maybe you should wear it more.” you say jokingly

“you’re lucky i love you.” vox grumbles

‧⨯ .⁺ MYSTA RIAS

“is this one of your weird fetishes?”

you glare at him and he huffs, “fine, i’ll do it. only because it’s you.”

“omg, my dick doesn’t fit.” 

“ayo? hold up. my ass looks really good in this wtf?”

you give his ass a smack and smirk, “yeah it does.”

“you gonna wear it more often? since you like how it looks on you.” you giggle.

“hmm...maybe.” he mumbles, turning around to look at his ass again

‧⨯ .⁺ LUCA KANESHIRO

“w-wait you want me to what?”

you give him the puppy dog eyes and he caved

the poor boy’s face is all red and he’s looking down at his feet instead of the mirror because he’s embarrassed

“why won’t you look in the mirror babe?” you ask in a teasing tone

“b-because! it’s so...exposing...” 

“but it shows off your arms and those abs that i love so much. will you wear it again if i ask you to?” you ask with a pout

“f-fine...only for you.”

‧⨯ .⁺ IKE EVELAND

ike’s eyes widen at your request

“wait...you want me to wear that?!” ike asks while pointing at the frilly baby blue lingerie you’re holding up

you nod, smiling innocently at him, “please ikey, i just know it’s gonna look amazing on you.”

ike sighs and takes it from you, walking into the bedroom to put it on

“darling...this is-” ike’s voice sounds out from the bedroom

“it’s okay, it’s not like anyone else is going to see it.” you say to try and convince ike to show it to you

ike huffs and walks out with his hands covering his crotch

you giggle, “why’re you covering yourself? it’s not like i haven’t seen you in less than that before.”

ike gives you a deadpan stare and moves his hands away

you lick your lips as your eyes scan his figure

“c-can i take it off now?” ike says, a blush evident on his cheeks

‧⨯ .⁺ SHU YAMINO

the little rascal tries to weasel himself out of wearing it

“i’ll do the household chores for a month!” shu bargains

“that’s really tempting but i really want you to wear this babe. i think you’d look really good in it.” you pout, giving him those puppy dog eyes that he cannot resist

shu slumps back in his chair in resignation, “fine...i’ll wear it.”

your eyes light up and you hand the lilac lingerie to shu

after a few minutes, “i don’t think it’s looks good, imma go take it off now.” shu says while turning around to go change out of it

“hey hey hey, stop right there mister. show it to me.”

shu sighs and turns around to walk into room, his eyes looking at anywhere but your face, with a faint pink dusting his cheeks

your hungry eyes take in the sight before you and you walk towards him to kiss him on the cheek

“you look really good in it. i might get you to wear this more often.” you smirk

shu grumbles under his breath, “only for you.”

[weebsinstash]

What if reader ever decides to break up with yandere Valentino? Oh, the madness

I mean... we already know how he reacts when he's told 'no'

But god... I wanna write it so bad 👁👁 I wanna write Reader rejecting his ass SO BAD. I wanna write Reader straight-up DISAPPEARING on him. He would be FURIOUS.

I think the only way to really get away from him, if even temporarily, is to catch him by surprise or while he's preoccupied with something else. Like if he's drunk when he's being mean to you and he's got himself surrounded by his posse, you could potentially slip away while he's got his tongue down a dancer's throat. By the time he's turning around with a "sugar, bring me another drink" you're already halfway across town checking out that weird redemption hotel you saw on tv just so you have another place to say (and you KNOW Charlie isn't going to turn you away once she hears your story how you're desperate to escape your gross sexually harassing dickhead of an Overlord boss)

But gosh... im gonna be honest and say I've only thought about Reader running away when Val only has his eye on you. Running away when the two of you are in a sort-of-relationship? OOF. You're going to get it. Remember when he briefly broke up with Vox and had A Dramatic Episode where he 1. Bought a new pet 2. Killed that new pet 3. Treated himself at the salon and 4. Posted everything to social media for attention. I imagine this time around, he would have that sort of same insane manic self soothing reaction, but wouldn't be as public about it since you're not an Overlord like Vox and someone might hurt you.

I can just picture him going to your room because you aren't answering your phone and everything is gone (except the things HE bought for you) and he just starts. Smashing and breaking shit. Apparently it's a canon thing that he has a cane and has broken it over people's heads. I can see someone making the unfortunate mistake of having to deliver some sort of bad news while he's Absolutely Raging, say that now ANGEL has snuck off as well (maybe to find you and bring you back before Val goes SUPER INSANE), and Val just starts taking his anger out on people, hitting, throwing things, raving at the top of his lungs. You know doing tons of drugs can make you super emotionally unstable with a terrible temper, right?

Reader gets dragged back by either Val's goons or convinced by Angel's "come back before he gets any more angry and really hurts you" and Val is just, obviously so fucking mad. Reader gets brought up to him and he pretends like he doesn't care, sitting there with his legs crossed and taking a file to his claws with an "oh, YN, was wondering where you've been, welcome back uwu" as if half the studio isn't in ruins and Vox has new cracks in his face and some of the staff at the salon may have gotten shot and there's a receipt of designer clothes and self soothing gifts wadded up in his coat pocket BUT no dont get it twisted obviously he never noticed you were even gone uwu he's so powerful and cool, remember? He totally didn't flip out like a teenage girl and trash his own room and tear up photos of you and maybe just maybe be tempted to cry a little bit because he's obviously actually massively insecure and you're rubbing broken glass in the wound

But then I start thinking, how would he punish you? Would he just straight up beat you (which is. Probably the most canon answer)? I'm a fan of him putting you in something that restrains your movement, like either chaining your wrists above your head or putting you bent over in a stock, before he takes a crop and or a good paddle and starts busting your ass, something that HURTS but won't kill you or leave any permanant marks, and then when you're done sobbing and you're left with just embarrassed sniffles of pain, he'll take your face in his hands and say "now, you aren't going to make me do that again, are you?"

I think it'd be a pretty effective warning not to piss him off again 😳 at least he'll give you a chance to make it up to him when he takes you out later ❤ what? It's over? You two broke up? No you didn't. It's not over until he says it's over :)

[saphirered]

Percy and Bad first times? I love these asks thank you!

I do not know why it took me approximately an eternity to write this but I finished it. I hope it will have been worth the wait. 😘

(Percy)

The moment Percy walked into your life you thought he was very much the egotistical rich kid. First impressions weren’t great as he concluded that wether or not you came from money or status, you rebelled against the social norms of high society. You two were polar opposites and anyone who said opposites attract; you were the proof against that claim for the longest time.

At the realisation you wouldn’t be leaving any time soon Percy tried to school you in manners for his sake correcting your behaviour and even words like you were some insolent child. You did not take this well and the argument that followed, unavoidable. Many things were said, some neither of you are proud of and you didn’t speak for days unless it were some snide remarks.

Then it came to a job to interact with high society people and you got to show Percy how wrong he was as you properly addressed the people, held your posture correctly and picked every word eloquently. Taken aback by your complete 180 in behaviour a conversation was in order. You got the pleasure telling Percy his ‘lessons’ had nothing to do with this and unlike some people you’d rather not be a pompous ass with a superiority complex like some people.

This lead Percy to dive into some research trying to find your name and family name, tapping into all resources at his disposal to figure you out telling himself you might be a threat if you were hiding things. He was not prepared to find out what happened with your family and faced you with the fact he found your past. The first one on one you had was Percy quite literally cornering you so you couldn’t avoid him. Admittedly not his proudest moment. You needed to talk so talk you did.

Telling Percy your story and trusting him with it might have been the first time you’ve told anyone since you left your home. In turn to set the record straight he told you what had happened with his own family. You came to the conclusion you’re not so different after all. A mutual understanding and trust formed between the two of you, though your arguments did not end with you disagreed on a matter. Rarely did you give the other the silent treatment and instead came to an agree-to-disagree conclusion if compromise was not an option. In time, they’d cease to be arguments all together and simply turn into conversations.

At this point you might even have considered yourselves friends. You found yourselves spending more time together. Percy was raised the so-mani-eth child extremely unlikely to be the heir of his family but with the tragedy that befell them, only he and his sister remained. You were raised to continue your family’s legacy but had lost everything. When Whitestone was returned to the surviving De Rolo’s you promised to give aide in any way you could.

Vox Machina, taken in a different direction you stayed behind with Cassandra. You took no titles or lands no matter how many times, Cassandra and the council offered them. In his time away from you and his home he came to realise he’d begun missing your company, the conversations and having to be the smart and semi-responsible one of the group. Not only that, you’ve been a rock in the current that’s his chaos and with you away he feels he’s more likely to fall to the temptations placed in front of him. Proof of that; the trip to the city of Dis.

When this realisation hits Percy he’ll take any opportunity to spend more time with you. He doesn’t inject himself into your daily life but any time there’s a reason for him to be present he’ll take it. Him coming clean about the contract and handing it to you for safekeeping trusting you that no matter the circumstance you’ll never give it to him, you absolutely go apeshit on him. How could he be so damn stupid. A deal with a devil? Really?! All the what ifs… It made you realise your anger and disappointment came from a place of affection.

You made Percy promise he’d tell you when he’s thinking of doing something stupid he’ll tell you before doing the thing. Before he leaves for another adventure or comes back from one you’ll go on a walk, have dinner or just relax somewhere. Sometimes you’ll talk, sometimes sit in silence, whatever you feel like in that moment. You’d begun holding hands, hugging or a kiss to the cheek before departure or upon return, tiny displays of affection.

You were informed Percy had died, but as Grog told you, he got better. Reasonably so you freaked out but you were also aware of the risk of the adventurer lifestyle, more accurately the lifestyle of someone with enemies like Percy. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel like your heart just shattered in that moment. You cared for Percy until he recovered. It’s the first time you truly saw Percy weak, not of mind wavering to a pact with an entity or the likes, but mentally done.

Percy first realised he might hold more than affections for you when you promised him that you’d always have one more thing for him to do. No matter how messed up the world looked, there’d always be a place for him with you. He’s not stupid enough to think this doesn’t come out of a deep affection of your own but he can’t be too sure it’s love either. It’s obvious you care for him, and maybe you do love him but are you in love with him? He’s not sure. Is he in love with you? He’s unsure. He knows he cares about you immensely and loves you just as much and that’s enough for him.

Percy is a man of impulse. This comes in especially handy when someone lacks courage to do something. He doesn’t approach you for your first ‘official’ date. It was just like any other outing you’d gone on or time you spent together except for the fact Percy asked you out, letting slip it was a date. If just asking you this was already so difficult he definitely would need a bottle of courage or two admitting his feelings out loud.

You’re clever enough and know how to read people enough that you weren’t oblivious to Percy’s recent changes in behaviour towards you. You were also clever enough to place them and, when courage fails you’re not one to beat around the bush. You called him out and half fearing you’d turn him down, he was proven the opposite when you pulled him in by the ascot and kissed him. Surprising but not unwanted.

Seeing no need in defining your relationship for others, you also didn’t ease the others into this development. Watching you kiss Percy passionately before he was off on another adventure leaving everyone around very surprised. So surprised they missed the mark on Keyleth’s transport via plants. Bombarded with questions about when or how this happened Percy didn’t want to indulge them with answers and instead spent more time with you.

Of course you had shared sleeping spaces before. You weren’t strangers to sharing a bed but you can comfortably say, it became much more comfortable after you first shared your bed together as lovers in the afterglow, waking up like a sweaty mess. Sharing baths after became the norm to freshen up and relax. The perfect excuse to spend more time together and have everyone else gagging after the look you’d share when asked why you missed breakfast… and lunch…

It took a long while before you first found yourselves able to exchange I love you’s but when danger came knocking at your door and you were thrown back into the fight for Tal’Dorei with Vox Machina’s allies it was now or never. Seeing things go south you got the pleasure of teaming up with a brass dragon to kick some undead ass.

“Before we both do something incredibly stupid I want you to know I love you.” Simple and efficient and to the point.

“I am tempted to hold these words for myself until after we’ve saved the world. Call it motivation to stay alive but since you made such an effort already. I love you too, dear.” Asshole. What did you expect. The feeling was mutual.

(Caduceus)

The first time you met Caduceus you’d killed someone in not too far out from Shady Creek. The down side, you killed someone important. They came after you, you protected yourself but then you had a body to deal with. You heard about the cursed place, and decided to just bury it there. You didn’t expect to find a dopey pink haired firbolg to be living at the heart of the place. He was surprisingly helpful in burying the body you brought to the point you were almost sure you’d be buried right next to your victim soon. Luckily for you you were proven wrong.

You couldn’t really return to Shady Creek and it’s not like you had much of a home there so you wandered the forests hunting and gathering for food and warmth at night avoiding the cursed places and dangers as much as you could. You couldn’t and returned to the safety of the Blooming Grove. So you made a deal, you’d stay with the firbolg, help him out at his graveyard, cemetery, whatever it is and he’d give you a place to sleep at night.

You resorted to staying inside the small temple sleeping on the floor but soon enough, Caduceus invited you to just take one of the beds in the house and stick around instead of leave at dawn to find food, removing some weeds, watering some plants, and return at dusk. No more wandering you fell into more domestic tasks solidifying your roommate life with the man. It had been a while since either of you were in (good) company so you appreciated anything that could talk and wasn’t trying to murder you.

In your time spent with Caduceus you heard bits and pieces about his family but what didn’t add up for you were the beds and belongings he didn’t touch or did so with care to keep them clean. When you got the courage to ask Caduceus told you the story of Clay, Stone and Dust and how his family left to save the Grove and perhaps even the Savalirwood as a whole. It felt odd to actually talk to someone about them that’s not him to himself. He appreciated your compassion, telling him that they’d come back home and with the stories he told you hope you’d get to meet them one day.

Caduceus’ expert prepping of meals left you wanting to be able to do the same. Of course he was happy to teach you and with his guidance you cooked your first meal. It wasn’t the best but definitely beat anything you could make on the road by yourself. The spices are to die for. You found yourself falling into the habit of cooking together; a nice way to end the day.

You were having a particularly tough day and ready to just curl up and let the world consume you, there was no hiding from your friendly firbolg roommate. He knew what’s up but gave you a chance to come to him. You didn’t so he came to you. He didn’t say anything, just sat next to you with a cup of tea, set another one in front of you and stayed quiet until you were ready to talk or get back to your business if you didn’t. He wasn’t going to pry in personal matters unless you asked him.

An encounter with a nasty creature you were unable to scare off and away had Caduceus pinned to the ground. With enough courage and some knowledge of physical combat you managed to get the creature off and injure it enough so it fled. Pulling Caduceus to his feet you were engulfed in a hug with a thank you. As is common knowledge Caduceus hugs are the best hugs you found yourself asking for more. Caduceus wasn’t at all opposed to keep this a thing as he’d always enjoyed hugs.

With the two of you growing closer, living together you decided to sit down and talk about what you had and where it was going as neither of you wanted to accidentally lead on the other or set expectations that could not be met. Neither of you were looking for romantic love or romance at all. Some might refer to you as bestest of friends or life partners but that didn’t really seem to fit. You’re just you and Caduceus is him and you liked hugging and spending time together, going through the motions of life and that’s all you needed.

When the Nein came along looking for help, Caduceus offered for you to stay behind, the Blooming Grove was just as much your home as it was his but you went along anyway. You’d never left the forest. Never travelled south either but many adventures found their way to you and you’d be spending them with you with Caduceus through all the ups and downs. The Nein got so used to your dynamic they never questioned it. It was just something that existed and was happening and quite frankly, one of the few normal things about you and the firbolg.

When the day came you found the Clay family you got to be there for Caduceus as he had for you. Meeting them for the first time they lived up to the stories you’d been told. The Clays were very happy to meet Caduceus’ friends but upon learning about your connection to him they were relieved he hadn’t been all alone for all those years they were gone and had some company. They offered you to come back with them but just like Caduceus, there was still some unfinished business and these people, the Mighty Nein still needed your help.

Then, when everything came to a close, you returned to the Blooming Grove and spent the rest of your days there living content. It had been your home and would continue to be your home. The Clays became your family and for the first time in forever you could see yourself content at home leaving with Caduceus to travel at times but always return to that little spot in the Savalirwood.

[pearlaquaoceans]

Reading this resonates deeply with me. I'm enough in nerd spaces that I've known about CR since I think 2016ish. I didn't really engage because of my own reasons, but the one thing I did know from general osmosis was that the fandom kinda really sucked.

I don't really engage much with fandoms in general anymore for the things I enjoy. For the most part depression knocked that ability to enjoy it out along with the junky fans being too tiring to deal with. I don't have the mental capacity most of the time. I love seeing fanart and chatting but I just can't do it.

When I got into CR in Febraury of this year (yepp still super new, which definitely affects my experience and view with it but my experience is all i can speak to) I have been watching on YouTube and their stupid comment system flicks though top comments on videos now and the amount of toxic bullshit on campaign 1 videos in YouTube comments was... mind boggling. Like up there with Kpop and Star Wars for the most toxicity I've ever seen. And I get that big fandoms are always gonna have it but dang it was a lot even by my old ass hag standards. It made me never want to engage with CR fandom in any capacity. My love for the members of Vox Machina and the players at the table were the things that kept me watching. I was watching to engage with their content first and foremost.

I've tempted that disgust in myself getting to the end of campaign 2, the comment are less concentrated hate (still that disproportionate amount of hate towards the female players and characters but thats par for the course with a lot of larger fandoms) and its easier to just not look, not read. Scroll past. And honesty, Tumblr has done good for my view of the fandom. Twitter, Reddit, and YouTube comments I will no longer touch unless for timestamps. The hatred that could be so easily ended if the people that hold that anger just.. learned to accept or learned to let go of watching the campaigns, and that hatred is too much. You can't filter it. You can't see the good without the anger. Tiktok took a bit but I've gotten to the sweet spot I wanted and Tumblr makes it easy.

I've been able slowly carve out the space I want and understand what's healthiest for me and I'm happy and get to enjoy the stories told and see others enjoy it and talk about it without the stuff that genuinely hurts my heart.

I'm happy with my journey with where I'm at with my CR engagement. There are some holes that I'd like to find fixes for, but for now, 3 months later and 200+ episodes later, I'm happy.

So I’m pretty new to the whole ‘fandom’ thing with critical role. I’ve watched since the end of campaign 2 live and I never really wanted to interact with others about it, but I’ve been more intrigued recently so I’ve been looking at a lot of discussions even as far back as campaign 1 so I just have to ask in general, is it always this toxic I struggle to believe people can like something but hate it so much. Criticism is great and needed in media but some things I’ve seen and read in these past few months have been crazy.

So average viewers who watch for fun and not to get mad, is this what it’s always been like?

[daggersandarrows]

taking a sc so i can use this for the vax prompt!

11. “I’m not wearing underwear. Thought you’d like to know.”

a quick vaxilmore something or other set literally right before VM are asked to rescue kima from the underdark. fade to black although ngl i’m tempted to extend it...

send me the prompts that dax was so kind as to let me reuse :)

"Peaceful" is not a word that often enters Vax's mind when trying to describe his life, but this summer has been the rare and blessed exception. He and the rest of Vox Machina are going to see Allura later in the evening, and he has the sneaking suspicion that that visit will end this rare stretch of calm with something a bit more...exciting.

Not now, though. Right now, it's mid afternoon, and Vax is wandering the streets of Emon, quite alone. He's not entirely sure Gilmore is in, but really, that can be changed, can't it?

The bell on the shop door rings cheerfully as he enters, and he's hit with a wave of warm scents that can only be described as pure magic. The air is thick with it, as strong and tangible as the smoke from Percy's pepperbox. He takes a moment to drink it all in and let his eyes adjust to the overwhelming purple of it all. He half expects Gilmore to pop up out of nowhere and startle the shit out of him, but the shop is relatively quiet.

He makes his way slowly to the back of the shop, pretending to browse. He’s drawing suspicious glares from Sherri--but fortunately that’s all she does. Vax figures by now she knows she should be much more worried about exactly how long he’ll be occupying her boss rather than what he may or may not be stuffing in his pockets.

“Gilmore?”

Slipping behind the counter earns him another glare, but Sherri still doesn’t approach. Vax leans casually against the wall and knocks on the doorframe hung with beaded curtains that leads to Gilmore’s living space.

Gilmore’s voice echoes back to him, faintly, from somewhere in the back.

“Is that Vax’ildan? You minx, you’ve been back in town for at least three weeks, and this is the first I’m seeing of you?”

Vax grins and slips inside, picking his way perhaps a little less carefully than he should over Gilmore’s expensive rugs and around the furniture, most of which probably cost enough to give his sister an aneurism. “I came as soon as I could…”

“Oh, bullshit.” There’s footsteps from somewhere within the depths of Gilmore’s suspiciously spacious living quarters, and then he appears in the living room, grinning. “Although that can certainly be arranged.”

“Someone’s feeling forward today.” Vax blushes in spite of himself--Gilmore always seems to have that effect, no matter how prepared he thinks he is when he walks in.

“You’re the one who walked into my house.” Gilmore approaches and kisses him hello, then tugs him over to the sprawling plush couch. Gods, he always looks so comfortable, no matter where he is--he reminds Vax of some majestic big cat, lying out in the sun. “Now. What brings you all here today?”

“Actually, Gilmore…”

“Oh, Vax. You know you can call me Shaun.”

“Actually. Ah, Shaun.” The blush is getting worse--gods damn that mischievous sparkle in his eye. “I’m here alone today.”

“Oh?”

“And,” says Vax, and dares to place a hand trustingly against Gilmore’s thigh, “I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.”

A slow smile spreads over Gilmore’s face, and before Vax can fully regather his wits, there’s a hand tangled in his hair, and another on his ass, and all at once he’s fully in Gilmore’s lap, unable to prevent the soft whimper building in his throat from slipping past his lips.

“Oh, Vax,” Gilmore whispers, “you do say the most fun things.”

[g-on-ef]

Imagine Blitz being in a meeting with a client and unlike the others, is watching the panic button lights like a hawk. Hes not about to let some crazy client hurt his boyfriend.

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A/N: I took the same scene from the first episode and somewhat put it on the first paragraph but I'm excited for this one because of the client ^^ hope y'all like it ^^

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Striker stared at the call button resting on the desk he ignored the chaos that was going on around him.

Millie trying to get Moxxie to overcome his fears of killing a family {he seriously needs to get over that, he's a fucking murder he should be use to getting his hands dirty by now family or not}

Loona on her phone while ignoring the fact that the target Moxxie was trying to aim at was right next to her.

If Moxxie so much as hurt her there will be hell to pay.

Still Striker kept a close eye on the panic button. An Overlord came to visit them, not just any Overlord...Valentino.

Striker didn't want to leave Blitz alone with the fucktard.

Valentino wasn't his favorite Overlord, he was good friends with Angel Dust {despite him being a sinner}and when the spider demon would come to his apartment to get away from the moth douche bag Striker would always send Valentino a message as to why he shouldn't harm someone under his protection.

When the Overlord came in and demanded to speak to Blitz about hiring him for a job Striker immediately wrapped his tail around Blitz, showing the fucker that Blitz was under his protection as well as his mate since Striker kissed him in front of the moth demon and if anything happens to him he'll do more than destroy his clubs and kill his business partners.

They've been in the office for a good while now and Striker was getting antsy, he was tempted to barge in thinking the worse but he knew that if his mate was truly in danger Striker would've felt it through the bond.

So far all he felt was fear and reassurance as if his mate was sending him calming thoughts so that he didn't go barge in and attack the fucker there and then.

Still he kept his eyes on the panic button the minute he sees it go red is the minute he goes off.

"Hey dad what's wrong?" He looks up and sees Loona giving him a concern look.

"Nothing sweetie..."

His eyes flicker to the panic button and sees it going off, not wasting any time Striker heads for the door the mating bite was burning with fear and anxious.

Moxxie, Millie, and Loona stopped what they are doing as they see their second in command bargain through the door.

Striker kicks the door down and sees Valentino holding Blitz by his shirt.

"You will kill Vox's little sister!"

"I'm not killing a fucking five year old just because your boy toy decided to leave you for your other boy toy!"

Valentino was about to punch Blitz before a shot was aimed at the Overlord, the bullet purposely grazing his arm.

"Fuck!" Val grabbed his arm as blood spilled off it. A bullet bless by the angels. That shit was gonna scar.

He turned to see Striker point his angelic gun towards him. Glaring down at the Overlord.

"Thought I made it clear that you never, ever lay a hand on those I care about, and touching my mate is a huge no,"

Valentino turned to glare at the imp who was staring him down with a killer glare.

The Overlord growled at the fucker who dare shot at him.

"You dare shoot me?"

Striker's response was shooting him again only this time right on the shoulder.

"FUCK!"

"Get the fuck out, or the next bullet goes straight to your head,"

"I could kill you and your little whore,"

"I'd like to see you try,"

The two glare at each other before Valentino stood up straight, glaring at the imp he walked away from them.

"If you weren't Lilith's son I'd kill you here and now,"

"Tch, I don't need my incubator to defend me, we both know that you just a weak ass bitch who needs his own men to defend them. You may be an Overlord but we all know that that's just a fancy title for pigs like you to use to scare us Hellborns. We all know who's really at the bottom of the barrel don't we Val?"

The moth demon glared at him before he walked away Striker stepped back but kept his gun pointed at Valentino.

When the overlord stepped out Millie glared at him Moxxie hid behind her and Loon stood close by Striker, the cowboy pull her closer to his body. Fear that Valentino might take a cheap shot and hurt her .

Once he was gone Striker looked at her and the other imps.

"Go home, you guys have the rest of the day off," neither Millie nor Moxxie question him and headed back home.

Loona looked at her dad.

"Go upstairs and stay there till me and papa get there,"

Loona nodded her head before she also left.

Once everyone was gone Striker stepped into the office Blitz looked at him before offering him a reassuring smile.

Striker sat down on the couch and watched as Blitz settled some paperwork.

"Are you...okay?" striker asked him.

"Huh, oh yeah."

Striker checked the bond and saw that Blitz was being honest with him.

Blitz pit away his stack of papers before walking over to Striker and sitting down on his lap.

He lean down and kissed his mate pulling back he gave him a smile.

"Not that I enjoy your kisses but what was that for?"

"Well considering that my mate was a total bad ass today I say he deserves a reward,"

"Oh, and what reward would that be?" Striker's tail wrapped around his mate.

"I can think a few things," Blitz purred as he untied Striker's bandana and removed his jacket.

When Valentino showed up Blitz was scared but he wasn't worry how could he be when he knew his own personal guardian demon was watching over him.

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A/N: Idk why but I personally love to write Striker and Charlie as siblings ^^ but anywhore love it hate it tell me what you think also don't forget I am still taking any and all Striker/Blitz prompts ^^

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[whattheduckisthisbullpit]

A Love Letter to Critical Role

Let me try to put into words what Critical Role has meant to me.

When I first started listening to it, it was September of 2017. I was in the hospital after suffering from several TIA’s. I was facing an unknown period of time in the hospital where blurry vision meant no reading and no TV. I needed something to keep me entertained. I can’t remember who it was, but someone I followed on Tumblr was posting about this group called Vox Machina? And it was sad cause it had just ended? And it was video but also a podcast? So I decided to give it a try. The next morning, I walked with my Dad to the library that was attached to the hospital and used their wifi to download the first few episodes. Despite the technological difficulties I fell in love. I fell in love with Keyleth when she broke down in the Underdark and despite not knowing anything about her past I could connect to that feeling of confusion, of not knowing what I was going to do next. I fell in love with the fact with the world, despite the fact that I couldn’t see it, it was far clearer than anything I could see with my eyes at that time. I fell in love with the combat that got my heart racing and kept my mind off the pain in my head. Even after I was discharged, it kept me company while I was at home, not able to go to school or meet up with friends. It kept me company when I decided I wanted to try baking something, one of my other loves that I found during that hard time.

When I was able to go to school again, the time I had to listen to it was cut down. Now just limited to the 15-minute walk to campus. But I was able to talk to people about it. My friend Meagan, who I shared every passion with, gushing about how much I loved the characters and trying to explain jokes while I was laughing my ass off just thinking about it. My friend Sabrina, a fan of TAZ, telling me they wanted to try and DM a campaign, and a small group of us absolutely fumbling our way through the adventure. But between Critical Role and that campaign it started a fire in me. A love of creating characters that can be the stronger version of myself that I could never see myself being. Characters that are confident and strong and smart and fearless. Characters that are therapeutic to make, even if I can’t play them. A fire that grew and grew until I decided to take the jump into DMing. The one-shot I made for my birthday, (inspired by Liam’s Quest), that like his acted as a love letter to my friends.

Over the summer, I got time to listen to the show again. On my drive to work and back. At work, to keep my mind off the boring data entry I was doing. But now I could sneakily watch the video, and oh my god I was tempted to go back and re-watch all that I had already listened to because the character interactions are so amazing. But then I had to stop that, because I kept having these moments where the characters would do or say something so tragic, so heart wrenching that even though I was at work, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. From staring blankly ahead for minutes while I just listened to the characters, to the voices, and I didn’t have to look because I could imagine their faces.

The journey that these characters have undergone, that I (belatedly) followed them on, is one that I think restored my hope in creativity. I have always had a bit of a sideline interest in creation. Always wanting to create something: costumes, art, novels, music. But I never had the time or the skill. And while I know skill comes with practice, it was easy to lose sight of that in the face of initial failure. But Critical Role and its characters have inspired me to create like never before. I have felt such inspiration from these characters that I can’t push it to the sidelines anymore. And DnD has given me an outlet for that creativity in way that I have never had before. A way that doesn’t take expensive materials or time-consuming classes to learn. It’s a way to create in my spare time, on my own terms, campaigns or characters or encounters.

And the characters. THE CHARACTERS. Characters that feel human, because they are made by humans. There is no polish to them, no editing out mistakes or imperfections, no proof reading to make sure that they only come across as the best possible versions of that trope. They are human and they experience human journeys. Journeys that every Critter watching can relate to in some sense. Whether it be that I still bawl my eyes out thinking about Vaxildan’s journey to find purpose, and how it relates to my own struggles to find my passion as I finish my degree. Or Keyleth’s struggle to stay kind in a world where, we can all agree, it is far to easy to be cynical. Or Vexahlia’s journey to move past the bullying that she faced as a child, while still not being able to move past that want for acceptance. Or Grog’s journey to push himself to learn something, even when time and time again he struggles and fails. Or Nott’s struggle, stuck in a body that she hates and finds unlovable, when I look in the mirror and see nothing but fat rolls and acne scars. Or Molly’s journey to find happiness and joy in the darkest of places, even when people maybe don’t appreciate that brash positivity. Or Yasha’s journey to forgive herself for the mistakes of her past.

I don’t know how to end this other than to say Thank You. To Matt and Marisha and Travis and Sam and Liam and Laura and Taliesin and Ashley. To everyone behind the scenes that makes this show work. To all the fans that have added something to this fandom, to make it big enough. And to that person on my dash all those years ago. I can’t remember exactly who you are, and for that I am so very sorry. But I hope that someday, someone will change your life as much as you have changed mine.

[araminia16]

Slow Growth (C9-Explicit)

Chapter 8

It was the first weekend away from Zephrah when they entered through the tree and out the Sun Tree into the city of Whitestone. Hand in hand Vax and Keyleth made their way through the streets towards the construction site for Vex’s home as the Mistress of the Grey Hunt. When they left the foundation was just beginning it’s construction and it had been a couple of weeks so they were eager to see what it had become.

Keyleth leaned into Vax as they walked with her head on his shoulder and he grinned like an idiot while squeezing her hand. Five days since she agreed to try and he had yet to make any kind of proposition towards her. The first night she timidly entered their room to find the room empty until he entered with wet hair and slightly damp chest with a towel wrapped around his neck. His playful grin didn’t fade as he bent over the bed to kiss her while she lay upon it waiting for him, nor did he refuse her when she asked to brush his hair for him. Another ridiculous braiding job and they were both nestled in bed together to start another day all over again.

Familiar sights and sounds greeted them along the street and some even waved in their direction as they passed through. It was no time at all when they reached the castle grounds and found Vex and Trinket outdoors overseeing the construction of a now much larger home.

“Vex!” Keyleth called out and the woman in question turned around as did Trinket before she darted off toward them with a smile.

Vex wrapped her brother and Keyleth in a hug and though she wasn’t the strongest member of Vox Machina she took the wind out of Keyleth at least. “Brother, Kiki. I’m so happy to see you. It’s been a while. Did you see my house? Mine.” She released each of them with a peck while bright eyes took them both in. “It still needs the upper levels constructed fully, painted, and everything has to be ‘wired in’ as Percy says before we can start furnishing it but it’s mine. And Percy’s.” She added as almost an afterthought.

“We do see it, Stubby, and it looks like a house. Speaking of Freddie, where is he?”

“Yeah. He knew we were coming.” Keyleth pouted.

“Probably in his workshop. I swear the man wouldn’t eat, drink or sleep if not for me. Not to mention other things that are infinitely more fun.” A wry smile and glint in her eye clued Keyleth in on what she must have meant but Vax only sighed and pushed her away.

“We don’t need to hear about all that. Disgusting.” Vax teased then pulled her in to rub his knuckles in her hair for which she stomped on his foot.

“You ass.” She pulled from the grapple and stomped again for good measure. “Come on, Kiki. Let’s find Percy and see if we can tempt him away from his toys.” Vex held her arm out for Keyleth who took it with an excited smile.

They did find Percy, who was in fact in his workshop, and he gave Keyleth a warm hug. Half from the heat of the shop but mostly from affection while he wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at the clothes he wore. “I’m rather a mess, aren’t I? Especially for company. Excuse me while I clean up. I’ll meet you in the library so we can get started.” Soot, oil, and gunpowder stained Percy made his way up around Keyleth, a pat on Vax’s shoulder then a kiss to Vex who leaned against the doorframe with arms crossed before he made his way out.

“See. He never has time for me anymore.” She called down the hall after him.

“I love you too, dear.”

“Ass.” Vex huffed but with a smile as the three of them made their way to the library. Already many books were strewn out onto the tables open to various entries with paper notes clustered around. “We’ve been reading and haven’t found much to be honest here. I think we need to go somewhere like Vasselhiem or Emon or the Cobalt Soul or somewhere with more books about Orcas.”

“Yeah. Well you find anything good here?”

“Ghost stories. Percy is very fond of them.”

Percy arrived a while later and with a joviality as they started to catch up on the weeks previous. Tary was busy rebuilding Doty and out collecting items and would be back sometime soon or so they thought.

The first night was much of reading books and talking but the next couple of days they spent in Whitestone consisted of Keyleth and Percy in his workshop talking about an idea to have an early warning system to help if there were something like Thordak again.

The twins read books upon books together and at one point Vax left for a while and returned with two full wine bottles. He set one down in front of Vex and one in front of himself as he plucked the cork from his and took a swig before he settled down in his chair.

Vex eyed the unopened bottle in front of her feet from where she reclined with a book in her lap, turned her gaze to her brother, then back at the bottle, “Something you want to talk about, brother?”

“Shut up and drink.” He took another swig as he turned another page in the book.

Vex, never one to say no to a bit of drink, opened her bottle and started up. When he wanted to start this heart to heart she better be plenty pliable for it.

Halfway through the bottles and a little buzzed Vax closed the book with an audible noise and sighed, “I don’t know what the fuck to do.”

“About Orcas? The Raven Queen? Tomorrow? You’ll have to be a little less vague, Vax.” Then laughed as she closed her book. “So, darling brother what is it?”

Vax sighed, “Oh, sister mine. What was your first time like?”

“First time shooting an arrow? First time drinking? You’ll have to be a touch more specific.” She teased.

“Fucking. First time fucking. Mine was alright but as far as I know there are very few ways to fuck it up on my end. Yours. Now. God I need more to drink.” He took another couple of swallows of the sweet wine and sighed. Already regretting his decision to talk to his sister.

“Oh. It was alright I guess. I got paid a couple of gold so not a total loss. I had no idea what I was doing. Not really and he didn’t either but it was easy money. I had something to give and he had money to pay for it. I was a tad too dry and it was uncomfortable. That’s what I remember. I don’t even think he knew my name. I certainly didn’t care to know his.” Vex shrugged as she took another swallow. “I got better at it.”

“Ah.” Vax sighed.

“Why?”

“Keyleth.”

“Did she have an awful first time as well? I can’t imagine she’s had much experience with all of it.” Vex took another drink.

“She hasn’t had any. At all.”

Vex stopped the bottle halfway to her mouth as she processed the information in her addled brain. “What do you mean?”

“She’s totally untouched.”

“Still? After all this time? I find that hard to believe.”

“Yeah. I’m not some asshole who only wants her for her body you know. And I don’t have the sex drive of a rabbit either like someone here does.”

“I like to fuck. It feels fantastic when you do it right and Percy likes to be fucked so everyone wins. The man has wonderful hands and a fantastic mouth.”

“I know. So does Keyleth.” Vax shivered in horror at the vague images his rampant imagination brought up about his sister and her lover.

“I won’t dissect what that means right now because I don’t want to. But our sex life is healthy and yours is quite clearly not. She can’t have no idea what it all is. She’s traveled with Scanlan of all people before and his sex drive outpaces mine by miles.” She took another drink. The bottle was starting to feel a little light.

“Right about that.” He nodded. “She’s afraid she’s going to set me on fire or something during the act.”

Vex snorted out a choked laugh, “What?”

“Yeah. I told her she was worried about nothing but she’s gotten me off twice now.”

“Bold then, is she? Good girl. But you are so chivalrous it must be under your skin by now. Has she never touched her own cunt before?” Vex’s filter disintegrated under the last of the wine on a mostly empty stomach.

“Apparently not.” He slurred out.

“You don’t need my advice. You do well enough on your own. You love her and you’ll treat her really well. Just don’t forget not to marry her while I’m not there. Okay? I don’t think I can read anymore so I’ll go find Tary or Percy. Percy. I’ll find Percy and drag him off to give him a good once over. You should do the same to Keyleth. Just do it. Doesn’t have to be romantic with candles and flowers and smells. It just has to come from the heart. Or your fingers...or tongue...or cock. Any of those. Yeah?” Vex stood with the empty bottle and began to saunter out of the library.

Vax watched her go as he downed the last of the wine. Vex just solidified things he already knew. Maybe that’s all he needed was some confirmation from his other half.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair to daydream about a bright smile, freckled cheeks and bright red hair on a summer’s day with a sigh.

Percy just happened to be rounding the corner from his workshop to check on the twins when he was suddenly and very unceremoniously thrown into the wall with a sharp cry. Cut short when a pair of soft lips pressed to his and unmistakable taste and scent of wine washed over him. Not one to deny a beautiful woman he kissed her back until she parted from him with glazed eyes filled with desire and looked around to press him into a door. She was of a mood and although it wasn’t the most ideal place or time it was best to indulge her and the press of his trousers agreed as she dropped to her knees to unbuckle and unfasten to pull him out and with two or three rolls of her wrist she replaced it with her mouth as she took him in sloppily. Percy muffled his groan as best he could with an arm while she worked him up until he pulled her from him and pressed her into the wall and with a little shuffling managed to give her exactly what she needed from him.

Keyleth had finished heating the metal to bend with her flames and placed the last one in the pile as she looked around. Percy had been gone a while. Maybe they had found something in the books. She exited the workshop and began to walk towards the library when she heard a rhythmic thud in one room aside and sounds similar to what she heard weeks ago in Whitestone before. Heat colored her cheeks while she fled to the library and found Vax in a mess of books with his boots crossed over one another on the table and an empty bottle of wine on it’s side. He was singing off key about something...her. About her in Elvish. Her hair, eyes, nose...breasts…, “Vax.”

He shifted to look over at her with a smile, “Hey. Kiki.” And sounded a little like the Sun Tree. “Come here. I was just singing about you.”

“You are very drunk.”

“I am. But I was still singing.”

“It was beautiful.”

“So are yooooooou.”

Keyleth walked over and inspected the bottle of wine. Ah. That explains it. “This is some heavy stuff. Did you drink the whole bottle?”

“I had one and so did my sister. Come sit on my lap.” He patted his thigh with a wiggle to his eyebrow.

Keyleth knew better but couldn’t see the harm in it, “I went looking for Percy.” She settled into his lap and his arms folded around her while he rested his cheek onto her back.

“Did you find him? My sister was looking for him.”

“She found him.” Keyleth laughed as he blew a raspberry on her back.

“Good. I love you.” He sang as he tickled her sides.

“I love you too. Did you happen to find anything before you drove yourself to drink?”

“Not a word. I think we have to go somewhere else. There won’t be alcohol there though.”

“A shame.” Keyleth replied somberly.

“Exactly. Oh. I should get you a bottle. I got it from the secret wine cellar.”

“No. I think one of us should be sober for the night.”

“That’s not fun.”

“Have you eaten?”

“What time is it?”

“Almost dinnertime.” Keyleth stroked the flesh over the back of his hands.

“Shit. Not since like really early this morning.”

“Fuck.” Keyleth muttered. “We have to get up. Get you some food. And water. You are going to have such a wine hangover tomorrow if you don’t.” Keyleth wiggled out of his grasp and he whined as he reached for her again. “Food. Now.” She ordered.

“You’re hot when you take charge, Kiki.” He winked at her as he stood and followed after her.

He did have a hangover the next day and so did Vex but they wouldn’t talk about that.

When they arrived back in Zephrah two days later and at least moderately fulfilled in their missions Keyleth addressed a few issues that arose during her time away while Vax followed behind as her shadow.

Vax sighed as he finished lighting the last candle and surveyed his work. The low light provided a somewhat relaxed atmosphere while the incense curled around the room as it burned while he awaited her return from the baths.

He couldn’t help the nervous tremble in his belly. Butterflies right before a battle surged to nearly choke him before he pushed them down especially when he heard her soft footfalls approach.

“Hey, Vax. The baths were a little--what’s all this?” She shut the door behind her with trepidation as she shifted from foot to foot.

“Hey.” He smiled and reached for her. “Just a little something to help us relax.”

“Oh.” She stared at his outstretched hand for about thirty seconds before she moved forward with her own palm outstretched. A bit of electric energy tingled where her fingers hovered above his hand and intensified as her palm connected with his. A firm hand wrapped around hers as he pulled her forward to press a kiss to the back of her hand.

Her lips parted as she breathed in while he pressed another kiss, then another to her hand, up to her wrist, then her lower arm until she stood in his space and his dark gaze threatened to swallow her whole as he looked up from her elbow. “Let's fix your hair first, yeah?”

Lips dry she licked them and nodded. Keyleth let him pull her down to sit on the bed in front of his crossed legs as he began a near nightly routine of brushing out her growing hair and braiding it for the morning. As usual the familiarity pulled her into a lull of relaxation and when he finished with her hair he pressed a calloused palm onto the open space just before her shirt began and stroked along the muscle down her arm.

“Will you be alright lying down on your belly for me?”

Keyleth nodded again and slowly shifted around Vax to lie at the top of the bed with her neck turned to the side.

“I won’t move any clothing up or down unless you ask and if there’s anything you don’t like you need to tell me right away, okay?”

Keyleth nodded.

“I need you to say it, Kiki.”

“Yes.” She nodded again and she couldn't help but tense a little as he settled next to her. The scent of lavender floated through the air while a wet sound echoed in the impossibly quiet room. She jumped when slick flesh touched her neck and he instantly pulled back.

“Kiki?”

“It’s fine. You just surprised me.” He replaced his hand after a few moments and the scent of lavender strengthened so close to her nose while he started on the apex of her neck in small circles. His other hand joined down the flesh of her neck while she closed her eyes and relaxed into the warmth of his touch. Down her shoulders and up her crossed arms he manipulated muscles and soothed nerves. When he shifted down to her legs she laughed when his fingers pressed into the bottom of her foot but enjoyed the way he pressed down into the sore ligaments and tendons where she walked too long in the day. As he massaged into her calves and up the back of her thighs she became conscious of the proximity of his hands to places they had never ventured before and the way her skin felt warm but in a pleasant sort of heavy way like she had a little too much alcohol but not enough to really mess her up.

Vax felt greedy but he continued his slow exploration of her smooth skin. He bent over and pressed his lips to her feet, ankle, calf, knee, thigh and then to the other and felt her body shift further into the sheets with a sigh. He kept going in the same vein until he was sure she was as relaxed as he could make her before he stretched out alongside her and pulled her over so her back pressed into his chest and leaned over to give her a full, deep kiss. They parted with an audible noise and further noise still when he continued down the side of her face and neck. Open mouthed suckling on her flesh left very little marks but he felt the change in her skin, the heat of it and the way her pulse fluttered under his mouth. “Remember.” He sighed. “Say the word and I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

“I know.”

He shifted the two of them around until he sat back against the headboard and she right against his chest. His lips never left her neck except to peck along it absentmindedly while one hand shifted to trail fingers up her arm while she shivered and felt another flare of heat underneath where his fingers fell. The crook of her elbow and up the flesh of her upper arm to her neck where he could feel the pounding of her heart under his palm where he pressed it to her chest.

Warmth pulsed through her body with each beat of her heart hammering against her ribs like it wanted out. Wanted to lie in his palm and let him do what he wished with it. With her.

She felt at her back a firm press of his arousal and shifted against it just to hear the catch in his breath and she did. Rewarded with a nip at her shoulder he shifted his touch downward to cup her loose breast above her shirt. They felt heavy despite their smaller size. Full and sensitive, eager to be touched, and she whined into the air when his gentle grip shifted and his thumb brushed a nipple. Keyleth arched into his caress with a whine while the heat shifted to a hum under her skin. He did it again and again as heat rolled from his hand to her belly to settle and twist within her. She was already unbearably warm when his other hand took up a station on her opposite breast. With both sides being manipulated with such skill she threw her head back and felt another flare of heat while she rolled her hips unknowingly into nothing.

Vax pinched the hardened peaks lightly and was rewarded with a keen as she arched forward. She felt lightheaded, dizzy and free, hot and liquid and all the things she feared but she wanted more. Needed more but didn’t know how to ask. Her grip on her thoughts slipped through like fog while he crafted this needy creature into something new. Vax latched onto her left ear again and she bucked with another sharp cry and she felt so warm. So unbearably hot while she throbbed burning between her spread legs. Distracted he slid his hand down her body to tease above her belly where the sensation seemed so intense she let out a broken sob. “Kiki. Still okay?” His rough askance made her core throb unbearably again as she nodded but couldn’t breathe out an answer.

It was too much and not enough and she dug her hands into his thighs to try to keep herself steady but the room spun and she couldn’t breathe for the constant pulse of something she couldn’t name.

Vax had to breathe in and out almost dizzy with anticipation, with the way he had her, so strong writhing in his grasp, uncontrolled and beautiful with her wildness and he wanted her this way every single moment for him. Only for him. He groaned and mouthed hot, wet kisses into her neck while his hand moved and pressed with the lightest touch over her clothed core. He had to breathe through his nose when his fingers felt hot slickness even through the thin shorts and he pinched a little hard at the breast he held in his hand. Her hips rolled up and he followed them while she dug into his thigh with the sweetest pain. “Oh!” The throb came to a head between her thighs and her core clenched as he moved just two fingers along where it felt the hottest.

“Gods, Kiki. You’re so wet. So wet and warm for me.” He rumbled and she moaned in reply as another pulse coursed through her. The room had since blurred into shapes as sweat collected on too warm skin while Vax trailed his hand up to turn her head. Wet kisses in between panting gasps echoed around them while his hand kept the soft rhythm and she kept flaring brighter, hotter with each pass of them. She arched and moaned and couldn’t stop. Too hot. Too warm. It felt like a wave and she had to lift her hands to claw at his arm while she twisted and bucked while he had to loop his leg around her thigh to keep her open and still with his relentless touch. Firm and gentle while his fingers sopped wetter and wetter and he felt the nub at the apex and started to focus in on that. Her demeanor changed almost instantly to half-breaths, her heartbeat pounded through her skull and the room disappeared. She curled in a little bit and he felt the fine tremble begin in her thighs, belly, arms of her impending climax, “Vax.” She panted out. Fear. “Vax. What? What’s--happening. I’m--.” She bucked and spasmed while her free foot slid haphazard on the smooth sheets as the wave built and built and power flared white hot while she jerked in his arms. One hand lifted to grab onto his forearm pressed across her body at her throat to try to hold on.

“Shhhh. Shhh. I’ve got you. Let go. I promise you everything’s okay.”

He would remember the look of her for the rest of his days when she finally broke. Her eyes shut tight and she let the tremble course through her, arching and bowing in his arms. Her scream he caught in his mouth. The deep throated moans and cries while she continued to arch in and out of his grip, all the while he carried her through it.

Keyleth couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as everything snapped and ecstasy barreled through her in a wave of molten fire and sensation that pulled her under.

When she finally came back to herself from the fog of her climax Vax held her tightly to his body while her skin tingled and her...cunt...throbbed with each beat of her heart. Another broken moan emerged when she tried to speak and she felt him laugh behind her. She could feel her heart beating and his right behind her. There was a dampness now everywhere between her legs and she colored briefly when she realized what it meant and that it might have gotten on the bed sheets.

“Are you okay?”

“Hmmmm.” She muttered out, exhausted and boneless. “Good.”

“I’ll say. We’ll need to do that again sometime, yeah? For science just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. I want to drive you there again and again just to watch you fall apart for me. You were breathtaking.”

Keyleth felt her body clench in a wave of fleeting arousal and she whined. “I didn’t hurt you?” Tired eyes turned up in such vulnerability his heart clenched and he ached to reassure her.

“No.” And she hadn’t. Not really. A bit of a flash burn on his arm in the shape of her hand he was careful to keep out of her eyesight. Something that would fix in the morning and they could talk about it then. She looked so peaceful and adorable he didn’t want to upset it.

She grinned up at him, “Thank you. Do you need--?”

“I’ll be fine I think.” In truth he had come in his pants like some green boy seeing his first pair of tits but that could be fixed with a change of pants. For now he would hold her to him as tender and soft as she was now and kiss her silly. “Thank you. For allowing me to witness that. It was magnificent.”

“Stop.” She blushed and looked away but he tipped her head back up to him as he shifted her pliant form around so they were lying face to face.

He kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, then her lips, “Never. I’ll never tire of this. Just sleeping next to you at night no matter if anything else happens between us or not. This is exactly where I want to be for the rest of my days. Right here. With you. As long as I can.” And he meant it. He knew there might be very little time until the Raven Queen called him for his charge and as long as he could remain here he was happy.

Keyleth felt her eyes well with tears after such an emotionally intense time between them, “So do I. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I couldn’t bear to not have you here with me.”

“Shhhh. I’ll always be here with you even if I’m away. I promise.” He grinned and they spent a while just staring and touching one another until the damp and cold forced them to rise. Keyleth stumbled a little bit as her legs gave out on her and Vax felt the rush of male pride while he helped her steady herself before he sought his own change of clothes. They joined back in the bed and Vax drifted with light snores as Keyleth listened to his steady heartbeat while she floated off to sleep.

Chapter 10