#THE ANTENNAS MAKE A HEART MY LOVE

[dropsnectar]

Courting a Queen: Bee Hybrid × Reader Part Two

Hey! So a lot of you wanted the Bee smut, so, here it is! I'm still new to writing smut so please be kind. Also, in @bunnis-monsters universe of Bee Hybrids, its mentioned that they have different types of Honey that have different properties and effects, so I wanted to play with that a little. Also just a reminder that I headcannon that the queen scouting drones are a bit more intelligent than other bee hybrids,, as this works better to lure in a queen! Hope you enjoy!

Everything had happened so quickly, you didn't know quite what to do or think. 

You'd just been talking and having fun with a few Bee Hybrids, now suddenly suddenly you were in their hive, they were calling you Queen, and it was getting really hard to talk your way out of this when you had so many tongues on your skin--

“Y-You guys I can't become your… oh God um… there's no way I can become a queen!” You tried your best to gently pull yourself out of their grasp, but the little nibbles Haven was doing on your ear were way too distracting. Elias answered you.

“We know you'd be great. Please dont be mean to yourself.” He pouted at you with big eyes as he worked on pulling down your black leggings. He carefully lifted your thighs as he did so and you noticed that his skin, while smooth and soft, also had a sort of firmness to it that human skin didn't. It made your core burn. 

“Are we doing something wrong? Please tell us my Queen, we only want to make you feel good.” Another hand was slowly exploring up your shirt. You looked over at Ray, the black haired hybrid who was staring at you with the biggest, mooniest eyes, like he was a dog begging for a treat. He trailed his hands up and down your belly, his hands were more beelike than the others, and the foreigners of it gave you goosebumps. 

Stop it! You can't become Queen! You'd never leave this place!

“I can't do this.” You finally managed, pulling away from Haven and Ray's grasp.

“I have a home. And a job and…”

And not much else. Your parents weren't the kindest, and you only ever saw your friends once every two months. If they remembered you that was.

Elias gently took one of your hands in his. “This can be your home! We would feed you and do whatever you want! You'll never be lonely again. Please. We've been so long without a Queen and…” His antennas drooped. So Did Haven and Rays, their exuberant wings going quiet.

“ We will die soon. Without a Queen our hive will grow weak, and other hives will fight us for our home territory.” Ray leaned his head gently on my shoulder, a whine escaping his chest.

Haven started to tear up. At least, he seemed to cry. “ We need you. We will never stop loving you, and you would never want for anything, please let us keep you.”

Your heart grew heavy. You didn't know much about bees, but you were aware that Queens were super important for the health of the hive. You had only known them for a day, but you couldn't bear the thought of them dying. They were so incredibly sweet after all.

Maybe I could try it for a little bit. I mean, being a Queen couldn't be so bad. You reasoned. And if it becomes too much, I could maybe help them find a new one. Or run away in the night, maybe.

“I'll… give it a try.” 

The three of them were in the air at once, pulling on your limbs and jumping up and down. Haven got up and did what seemed like a little happy dance, Elias joining in. While Ray continues to hold onto you and nuzzle you in large excited motions. You watched the two dancing and clapped happily. They buzzed loudly, seeming pleased with your smile and sudden lifted mood. They could feel your affection for them in the air and it bode well.

At that time, the bee-man that Elias had pulled aside earlier knocked on the door, before buzzing in with a cup of something sweet. Well, the whole place smelled sweet, but you noticed steam coming up from the cup. You tilted your head in confusion.

“He added some warm water to help you get it down easier! Your human after all, so thick things may be hard to drink, right?” Elias smiled and handed you the warm little cup. It smelled… well. Like honey. But their was a little heat to it. Maybe cinnamon? Nutmeg?

“Its super special, just for you!” Haven volunteered, as he settled back down to his place on your back left. He busied himself with rubbing your shoulder, then kissing the back of your head sweetly. 

All of this attention was making your cheeks rosy. To busy yourself you took an experimental sip of the warm honey. It went easily from your tongue down your throat. Expecting the taste of normal honey, you were surprised by the variety of notes. Still sweet, it indeed had a hefty… spice to it? Like it had been salted and mixed with a little chilli pepper. The heat of it spread from your throat, through your head and your body, making you shiver.

It was a feeling similar to hot chocolate on a long day out in the snow. Delighted, you slurped it down greedily. Ray laughed and the other two hybrids seemed very pleased. They watched you drink the whole cup, pride and their ever present excitement alight on every feature. 

You gave the cup back to Elias and smiled dreamily. You finally felt relaxed enough and tried to lie back on the couch, instead ending up in Ray and Havens arms. 

“That was really good.” You almost whispered. You were still warm from drink, and a haziness had softly draped itself over your brain. Soft. Warm. 

 Probably tired from a long day, you thought with a giggle. What a silly day it had been. What a silly situation.

Elias set the cup down on a table towards the door and floated toward you, a hungry look in his eye. Ray had decided to lap at your jaw now, making you shiver, again marveling at the strange texture his tongue had. Almost like a cat but smoother? Somehow? It felt good. 

The room was filled with pleasant buzzing and purring, as several pairs of hands started working your skin. Haven was now exploring the inside of your shirt, pulling excitedly at your bra. He felt around for a little bit, trying to find the latch. You noticed, through a big mirror by the door that his tongue was sticking out the whole time. You giggled. So cute.

A sudden nip to your inner thigh made you jolt. Elias had made his place between your thighs again and had started licking and nipping to getting your attention. He pouted at you until you gave him full eye contact.

“I'll get to breed you first, since I found you.” Elias said in the most innocent tone you almost didn't comprehend it. Until he was licking at your clothed cunt with his long black tongue. You whined a bit, in surprise and pleasure. It felt good. 

Haven must have figured out your bra because suddenly you felt fingers on your chest now. They moved around haphazardly, watching your face for a reaction. When one found your nipple you bit your lip and pried your gaze away from Elias for an instant. Havens face lit up in a smile.

“ Can I take this off, my Queen?” He asked in his delicate textured voice. You nodded and lifted your arms for them. A sudden jolt pulled your gaze back down to Elias, who was pouting at you. He had pulled your underwear aside and had started licking fervently between your lips. Those big, adoring eyes did as much to you as his tongue and you moaned out.

You were suddenly ablaze now, your core dripping and needy. It was sudden, and your hazy mind tried to work out how they'd got you gushing so fast. They were obviously new at this, reaching around trying to find your best spots, but you needed more. 

“T-take them off, please.” You begged Elias quietly, as your breath was quite ragged. Elias complied happily. You opened your legs wider for him, and he was able to push your lips apart farther so he could get a look at you. Enchanted, he took a finger and drew circles around you, noting when and where you would flinch, and jerk your hips. After experimenting a bit more he decided to suck on your most sensitive place: Your clit.

You howled out as he sucked and licked you, the texture of his tongue so different from anything you'd felt before. 

Haven and Ray were buzzing so loudly as the licked you, groping your sweet tummy, and sucking where they could. Ray had decided on sucking and when you sang for him, he started trilling with glee. Seeing this, Haven did the same. Their hands continued to roam.

The sucking of your tits and the attention on your clit were getting you close. The pressure in your stomach was mounting, and when Elias had decided to move two of his delicate fingers into your entrance you came hard around him, full body quaking. Drool pooled down your face as you gasped, stars filling your vision. 

“ Such a good Queen, coming for us so well.” Praised Ray, before he went back to assaulting your nipple with his tongue. Haven giggled and buzzed in agreement.

When you came down from your high, you were surprised to find yourself still wanting, wriggling, your skin so sensitive and desperate for more touch that you bucked yourself back into Elias’ face. The confusion persisted and you were about to ask a question when Elias answered.

“Don't worry, Our Love, we made sure you'd feel good enough to take all of us. Our honey truly is special. You won't feel any pain, we promise!”

The honey'd been… an aphrodisiac?

Something about that should have bothered you but all you could think about was having something inside you. Of wanting more of their touch, more more more-

You chocked as Haven started rubbing your clit, the sweet pressure bringing you some relief. Elias was taking his human clothing off now, revealing his lower half. His cock was long. Long, but super pretty and pink. You licked your lips as he lined it up with your wet entrance. His big, clear eyes stared at you with such devotion it bordered on worship, before he plunged himself within your needy walls.

You cried out, and it was like a wave of pleasure crashed through the room, as everyone sighed. He started slow, working himself further and further inside you as he went. The stretch and rhythm felt so good, you tried to work in time with him. His length was slick and warm and being so close to him only made your affection grow. You couldn't help it.

Ray and Haven were moaning in your ear. They were still sucking your tits, but were humping whatever bit of you they could, desperate and needy.

You wanted to help them but each stroke Elias was working in you felt so good your mind couldn't think properly. You stayed like that for a while, Elias hitting your best spots, sending you closer and closer to your limit, before he seemed to come, hard, a guttural sound leaving his throat. 

But instead of feeling hot, wet cum, you felt something push against your walls. A ridge was forming inside of you, pushing up through his member. The stretch was delicious and you keened as another traced its way up your walls. A sudden soft wetness, and a heaviness was felt at the innermost part of you. You'd never felt anything like it before and your walls twitched around it. An egg.

Your mind raced back to an earlier comment. You'd completely forgotten about the eggs. But your mind was so gone all you could do was whine at the tightness, as another was laid in you, and you came again, another wave of pleasure racking your mind and body. 

It went on like this, him laying one after the other, bringing you closer and closer to the edge again. You could tell Elias was getting utterly spent, his rocking movements slowing, the erratic flaps of his wings getting more labored. Drool continued to pool out of his mouth. His heavy meaningful gaze was now glassy and tired. You wanted to hold him. 

When the last egg was laid within you, Ray took his place in a flash. As Elias took his spot on your right, lazily sucking on your collarbone, Ray pushed himself in fully in one go. His dick was thicker, and not as long as Elias’, but it felt amazing around the eggs. 

“My turn. You'll take my clutch so well, I know it.” He reassured, rubbing his thumb like limbs on your hips as he slowly rutted into you. He was whispering praises about your beauty and how well you were doing the whole time. The stretch of his dick felt so good as he fucked the eggs further into you, adding his own. He was quicker than Elias to lay though. His eggs were much bigger, making you sputter a bit as you took them. It seemed that Bee-men came continuously as they laid their spawn, because he was a glassy eyed, babbling mess the whole time he pushed more into you. 

Haven took the longest time to lay, despite fucking you the fastest and hardest of the three. He giggled, so happy and pussydrunk the whole time. 

“My Queen, it feels so good. Am I making you feel good?”

“So good,” you confirmed through shaggy breaths.  “So good. My good boy.” You could feel a shock throughout the room and Haven smiled so big through his sweaty curls, that you couldn't help but return it. His hips rocked into you faster now, though he was still careful of your eggs.

The other two pouted, making crying vibrating sounds. “My good boys.” You corrected. “Doing so well.” you were so close to cumming again it was hard to think, but you reached both hands up to caress them both. Consoled, they clung to you even tighter, as if that was possible, whispering praises back. You were such a good queen, taking so many eggs. So good and sweet. 

Their words brought you over the edge at the same time Haven let out a loud trilling sound. He collapsed forward onto your lap, licking at your now extended belly. You both shook, riding out your high.

The room smelled of sweat, and their saccharine aroma. You realized you'd become a bit addicted to the scent, nuzzling closer into the soft fur of your new family. 

You lay there for a time, letting your bee-men fuss over you. They wiped the sweat from your body and cooed at your stomach, at how adorable you were being so full, and taking so many eggs. 

“Our lovely Queen. Did so well for you first mating.” Elias had glowed with pride for you, then  nuzzled into your neck in that way of his. “The rest of the hive is just going to love you. But for now, rest.” He petted soft loving strokes down your forehead. The motion was soothing, and you closed your eyes, letting sleep consume you.

Before you completely lost consciousness, you heard a worried Haven whisper, “I hope she makes us her attendants. It'd be such a shame to only see her when its our turn to mate.” You felt some nodding onto your shoulder and buzzing of agreement. You'd have to remember to ask them about it when you awoke.

Hey guys! Was this too long? Would love some constructive feedback about what you'd like to see more of! Thank you for reading!

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[shygirl4991]

All art belongs to @lizaluvsthis Thought i try my hand with a different ship enjoy! Ships: SMG34, Marware Next Part Tags: First love, enemies to friends to lovers, one sided crush, humor, fluff

Summary: Mr Puzzle comes up with the perfect plan to finally be popular, but when his plan involves his nemesis. Everything gets covered in static as the TV man gets blinded by a strange emotion, with payback on his mind operation Pedro begins. 

It was weeks after the events of the meme factory, Mr Puzzles stood outside cigarette in hand. Even though he couldn't taste it, just the feeling of the action helped the man think. He sighs as he thinks over the events, not only did he lose his first ever ally thanks to that annoying plumber. That very same plumber now haunts his every waking thought, the way his blue eyes shined when he arrived on the scene. The way the man’s mustache flowed in the wind as he turned to hand Leggy the mushroom,  it all played out as if the whole thing was a movie. The picture of Mario causes Mr Puzzles screen to show a blushing expression as his antenna’s start to spark, frustrated by the strange emotion he gets an ashtray turning off his cigarette and storming inside the studio.

As he storms into his studio he is greeted by the movie posters of his past failures, while it hurts to see the puzzlevision posters it was a good reminder. He could be a star, nothing will stop him from getting those five stars back. The moment his eyes laid on Mario, the spark came back causing the TV man to look away. They must have done something to him during the event of his plan to take over the meme factory, that was the only explanation as to what was going on with him. He walks to the back of the studio and sits on the floor, he needs to find a way to fix himself.  An image of a lightbulb appeared on his screen, Mario was the trigger meaning that whatever is wrong with him has to do with that plumber. He makes a plan to spy on the crew in the morning, the only way he can learn what they did is to gather information. He makes a mental note of all the items he needs before he shuts down and goes to sleep in the tv realm. The next day, SMG4 was pounding on the coffee and bomb cafe doors. Three slowly walks to the door with coffee in hand to open the door, Four held back giggling at his ex rival bed hair “Three! We are about to shoot a new video, I was hoping you want to be one of the main characters this time around?” SMG3 sighs, taking the script from Four’s hand then setting his coffee down, he takes out his reading glasses and goes over the script. As he reads the script Four gives him a sweet smile, with a sigh he tosses the script at Four’s face “Yeah how about no, being with the others fighting a Wario ghost head doesn't sound like my style.” 

Four glares at Three as he bends down to grab the script “Come on, plenty of viewers would love to see you interact more with our other friends!” Three blushes seeing the puppy eyes the man was giving him, he quickly grabs his cup of coffee and sips it. Once he felt more in control of his emotions he rolled his eyes at Four then crossed his arms, seeing this was enough for Four to know the man wasn't going to change his mind.  Four sighs as he turns and walks away “Alright, but I will be back later for my coffee!” Three lets out a small smile as he watches Four walk away “You still have to pay for it!” As Four kept walking to get ready a nearby bush was shaking, there Mr puzzle was spying on the guardians. He watches as SMG4 packed his equipment ready to go hunting for the memes they needed for the video, with binoculars in hand he looks around for his main target. “Wahoo!” Mario jumps out of a pipe that spawn out of nowhere landing in front of SMG4, Mr Puzzle felt his mechanical heart speed up at the sight of his target. He takes out his notepad ready to take notes, he watches as Four and Mario walk out of the showgrounds. He slowly follows the pair making sure he doesn't miss a second,  Ignoring the strange emotion surging through him. 

Hours passed, Mr Puzzle had learned nothing about the idiot that plagues his every thought. Even worse, he had to watch people fawn over SMG4 asking for his autograph and talk about how amazing his series is. He had snapped several pencils over the hours of watching the sight, that should be him not SMG4. He notes down to make sure to get rid of Four once he is done dealing with the plumber, he sighs as he looks over at Mario.  The goofy smile the man had caused his antenna to spark, noticing that he hides behind a tree. His screen showed how flustered he felt, even back when he was in his old body he had never felt such powerful emotion. Whatever illness the SMG4 crew gave him was truly powerful,  he slid down the tree annoyed by the events. 

Looking at the notepad he sighs flipping through his notes, he pauses on a page with five stars drawn on it. He got to taste fame, taste the power that came with it. Getting up with a new found fire, he steps away from the tree ready to continue his mission. He watches as the men fail to find the meme they were looking for, they say their goodbyes and separate. Mr puzzles lets out a chuckle “Finally, thought those two imbeciles would be stuck together all night. Now lets see what this idiot is planning,” He peeks out of the bush to see Mario spinning around. As he spins Mr Puzzle notices the mustache was changing shapes and sizes, he gasps when Mario grabs his stache using it as a boomerang to distract Luigi in order to grab the man's plate of pasta.  Thinking back on everything he has seen, the mustache always did have a mind of its own, he starts to write down in his notepad “Mario’s mustache equal funny?” Peeking out of the bush again, his eyes meet with Marios causing the TV man to glitch out. He hides back in the bush as his face goes static, he smacks his head hoping it would help out. Slowly his face returned, placing a hand on his chest he felt his heart about to explode. Taking a deep breath he looks at his notepad, if his theory is correct then perhaps Mr Puzzle can get his payback. He chuckles to himself as he waits till the twins are asleep, he slowly sneaks into the house and walks into the bedroom. He lowers the brightness of his screen as he looks at the bed, he reaches out pulling a mustache. He looks close to notice he got the wrong one, he clumsily places it back as he goes to the bed on top. He pulls the mustache off and lets out a soft chuckle “Thank you Dear with this i have my chance to be on top~”

He pockets the mustache then looks at the plumber's sleeping face, his screen flickers as he blushes. He will have his payback for whatever illness this man put on him, he gets off the bed leaving the house to start his plan. Once he makes it back to the studio, he picks up the phone calling an old ally as he stares at the mustache. “What do you want?” said the womens voice on the other line “Ah Liko! My favorite mad scientist, I have a favor I want to cash in.” He heard the women let out a bitter laugh as he heard the bed creak  “A favor huh? What are you planning this time?” Mr puzzle places the stache carefully on the table “I want to create a star for my new show!” 

Liko sighs “Create a star? Life isn't something you can just casually make, could you imagine creating a cast for your silly parody shows?” Mr Puzzle lets out a chuckle as he looks out the window “Nothing like that i assure you, i learn how SMG4 is getting comedy gold. I have stolen it and need a body to put it on, you're the only person i know with that skill set.” He taps his head with a fond smile, he hears a groan from the other line “You were a lucky case, but knowing you I know you won't let me be until i help you.” She hangs up the phone leaving the TV man alone with his thoughts, with her help he can create a star that will surely give him the fame he craves. He turns and stares at the mustache, he felt strange as he looked at it. As if the TV man was feeling guilty for stealing the plumber's mustache, he groans as he turns around seeing car lights. 

Excited seeing the familiar vehicle he walks up to the door, he fixes up his appearance and opens the door to his favorite manananggal. Liko rolls her eyes as she passes by him, Mr Puzzle chuckles as he follows “With that look I'm guessing I got in the middle of you and the lucky lady you found?” Liko turns glaring at him “You can just call her Flor, I swear i dont get why you two hate each other,” Mr Puzzle gives the creature an annoyed expression “Honey, that girlfriend of yours make sure to haunt me every chance she gets.” Liko giggles at the memory before stepping into the living area of the studio, she then notices a mustache on the table. She stares at it blankly before Mr Puzzle picks it up and starts to brush it, she takes a step back before pointing at it “You mean that is what you plan to put on a body?” He nods before gently placing it on the table again “This beauty came from the funny man himself Mario, with all the power of his comedy on my side there is no way i wont get five stars!” Liko shakes her head in disbelief before walking over to the studio’s back room, she pulls out a bag filled with an assortment of ingredients  “This plan is as insane as you asking me to give you a television head.” Mr Puzzle smiles as he gently touches his head “And you did a wonderful job, happy to have you as a work partner!”  Liko lets out another sigh, she can feel herself already drain just from dealing with the man. She was free to walk away, no like the man could force her to do this. Yet as she looks at the excited expression on the screen of his face, she couldn't help letting out a soft smile. It didn't matter what the man said, she always felt that the two of them had a nice friendship even if he pushes the business agenda whenever they are together. 

Mr Puzzle sits on a chair glaring at the mustache, for a moment Liko saw his screen glitch out. She stares at him for a moment as he stares at the mustache, interested in what was going on she drops the bag next to him “Here.” Confused, he looked away from the mustache and turned to Liko “What do you mean here?”  She crosses her arms as she gently kicks the bag, he looks down at the bag then at her “You can't possibly mean that you want me to make it!�� She nods as she walks over to a metal table in the room, he picks up the bag following her steps “You're a big boy you can do it, plus i have a date soon. I can't have you always interrupting my date just to make you things!” He lets out a dramatic sigh that makes Liko roll her eyes “After all this time you're finally moving on from our business relationship!” Liko gently smacks his back “Yep, now you want me to explain what to do or you get enjoyment from staring at Mario’s mustache?”  Mr Puzzle's screen glitches again showing the man blushing for a moment, her eyes go wide for a moment as his antennae sparks up.  He starts taking things out of the bag then turns to her back to normal waiting for instructions “Fine, tell me what has to be done.”  She has never seen the man act so out of character it fascinated her. Taking out her notepad, she wrote down what needed to be done “Here you go, now do you have an idea how you want the form to look?” 

Taking out a pen he smiles as he doodles out what he wants his creation to look like, once done he proudly shows off the drawing. She blinks as the drawing looks like a child's drawing of Mario, she makes a note to herself about the odd obsession that the man seems to have on the plumber. Giving a thumb’s up she starts heading to the front door, he watches as she opens the door “Follow what i wrote down, don't blow up.”  With that she leaves the man alone in his studio, he grabs the items and nods to himself as he begins creating. 

Mario woke up to a nightmare, his mustache is missing, he runs around searching everywhere he could think of for his missing piece. As he walks into the city he notices people turning and looking at him, some running in fear while others turn to dust at the site. While the man felt naked without his mustache, seeing others' reactions to his new look made him smile “Heyyy people seem excited about this new look!”  Feeling confident of his new look he walks forward not as panicked as before,  there he sees Bob’s burger stand. Excited to get more food he runs over ordering “Nine million burgers please!” Bob turns to see Mario and jumps back in shock mix with disgust “EW A WALKING FETUS! Sorry bud, these are eighteen plus burgers because they have uh…a lethal amount of alcohol!” Angered at being rejected for getting food, Mario gets ready to fight. As he charged at Bob something started to feel strange, he lost control of his body and landed face first to the floor.  Confused he attempted to do his usual meme shenanigans, he looked at his body confused “Hey! Why can't Mario do the funny?”  Bob looked over the counter confused at what was going on with the man in front of him, frustrated Mario attempted to try different memes only for it to end in failure. His eyes water as he realized he was unable to be funny, his phone starts to ring breaking him from his thoughts. Seeing who it was from reminded him of the plans he made with SMG4, he runs over to his brothers old mansion where their crew are recording new videos. 

As Mario enters the building Four runs up to him to get things ready, he pauses as he stares at Mario. Slowly he leans forward looking at Mario’s face “ Uh…did you get a haircut?” Shaking his head, SMG4 pushes Mario to the center of the room with the others “Doesn't matter, let's get to filming!” As Four grabs the camera ready to record Meggy gives the plumber a weird look “Hey is your-” the ground starts to shake, cutting Meggy off as a giant Wario ghost head appears. The head roars as Mario gets ready to fight it, he jumps up ready to pull out an item to fight with only to get an error. He looks at the error in shock “MAMA MIA!” he kept taking things out of his pockets only for more errors to appear. SMG4 looked at his best friend confused, seeing the others in the group give Four a look. Four lets out a nervous laugh “hehe uh mario do the funny now please!”

The Wario ghost sighs, disappointed at how unprofessional everyone was “That's it i quit!” Panicked SMG4 runs to where the ghost vanishes to “WAIT OUR SHOW IS MORE STUPID I SWEAR!”  With a sigh he turns to Mario giving the man another look, this was the first time he has ever seen the avatar struggle with being funny. Four reaches out for his best friend only to pause when the door opens, the pair blink seeing a person walk in looking similar to Mario. The man starts to meme out catching the ghost head's attention only to get knocked out by the mysterious person, once the person landed they both gasped seeing the person’s face.  Four looks at Mario’s face then the man only for it to click,  Mario points at the man extremely angry “YOU TOOK MARIO MUSTACHE!” The fake Mario floats up clipping through the roof leaving the pair shocked before Four jumps into action “Don't worry Mario, we know all of your shenanigans. We will get your mustache back!”  They run out of the mansion hunting down the mysterious man, Four takes out his phone texting the first person that comes to mind “SMG3 we need your help it's an avatar emergency.”  Following the chaos, Four sees an opening and tackles down the man holding him down for Mario. The plumber cheers as he runs to take the mustache back, seeing what was going to happen the man starts to meme out. Mario growls as he attempts to grab it quickly, Four bites his lip seeing the funny movement. His guardian powers screaming to record the moment, he fought as hard as he could holding his own hand back to reach out for the phone. The man starts to do a dance breaking Four, he takes out his phone recording the dance. Four’s eyes shrink when he realizes what he did as the man ran off again, he frowns looking down as Mario glares at Four. 

Three sighs seeing the mess and walks up to them “So this is what the emergency is? How the hell did someone steal Mario's mustache?” Four shakes his head as he looks down the road where the man disappeared to “That's a good question, Mario do you have any idea how this happened?”  Mario was going to answer until he noticed an angry mob behind SMG4, Three’s eyes went wide as he slowly grabbed his partner's hand and pulled him close. The mob points at Mario “THERE HE IS GET HIM!” the group jumps on Mario beating him up, the guardians exchange a look before attempting to pull people off of the plumber. Once the crowd was gone, Mario sighs laying on the floor “It's no use…he’s just like me…”  Four frowns sitting next to Mario and comforting him.  Three lets out a small smile watching Four before he blushes and looks away, after a moment of silence something clicked for SMG4. 

He gets up excited as he grabs Three pulling the man close, Three’s heart races at how close their face was. “If he is just like Mario then that must mean they share the same weakness!”  Three smirks once he understood what Four is saying “Looks like it's time to get cooking.”  As Four gets himself ready to make spaghetti, Three lifts up Mario “Come on, we will get that mustache back and show that bastard what happens when he messes with us!” Three opens a portal to help Four reach the castle faster, the pair sit outside of a shop waiting for the signal to bring the man back. Mario touches his face frowning “Will I ever get the funny back?” Three rolls his eyes as he gently smacks Mario’s arm “Stop being such a baby right now! I got a bomb cooking and ready for this guy, you will get your mustache back. Mario gives a soft smile to Three before pulling him into a hug, Three blushes and struggles before melting into the hug. His phone ding causes him to push Mario off him, he snaps his fingers where Four shows off a plate of spaghetti “Let's catch us an imposter!”  They walk down a street with multiple houses, seeing an empty area the trio run over to set the trap. Four set the plate down with a smile, the smile didn't last long as Three started to put a bear trap in front of the plate.  SMG4 glares at him while Three lets out a chuckle “Think about it, that bastard can't run from us if his foot is stuck.”  Four looks at the set up, he hates to admit that SMG3 had a point given how weak he is to his urge to record memes.  They hide and wait for the trap to be sprung,  as they wait they hear meme talk from a distance. Peeking around the corner they see the target skipping around, he pauses as he sees the plate of pasta.  Mr Puzzle mumbles to himself as he walks around the neighborhood “Where on earth did my creation go!” he was getting frustrated after hours of searching till he heard a scream. He turns as his screen flickers, showing a surprise expression before running over to the spot. There he saw Mario charging at his creation, he reached out grabbing the man and pulling him away from the plumber. 

Mario turns his head confused, making eye contact with someone he didn't expect. Mr puzzle felt his antenna spark as their eyes met, Mario then crashed into a fence while Mr puzzle was petting his creation. SMG3 and Four stare in shock at the TV man as he waves “Hell-” his greeting gets cut off as Mario punches his face breaking his screen. Mr puzzle screams before he glares at Mario, his voice muffled as he yells “AT LEAST LET ME SPEAK! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING YET!” He sighs hearing his voice “Great now my voice is out of tune…” he smacks his head a few times till the right component slid into place. Mr puzzle then pulls his creation closer to himself “Now where were we? Ah yes, how DARE you try to hurt my precious creation!” SMG4 growls seeing the man, noticing this Three reaches out grabbing his hand letting the meme energy flow between them to comfort the guardian. Four relaxes slightly “You, what do you want!” Mr Puzzle ignores the pair to focus on Mario “Ahh Mario, have you met my friend pedro? A puppet of my own creation I hope you don't ahem mind I was inspired.” He points to the mustache gaining him furious expressions from Four and Mario, it was strange how seeing such an expression from the plumber made him feel sick. He shakes his head blaming the feeling on his now broken screen, Mario stomps the ground “You stole Mario’s mustache?!” 

Three gives the TV man a disturbed look “Kinda creepy dude,” Four lets go of Three walking up to Mr Puzzle “WHY WOULD YOU TAKE HIS MUSTACHE YOU WEIRDO!”  MR puzzles expression goes blank before he scoffs “I’m not being weird! You all clearly don't understand the power behind Mario’s magnificent stache!”  Mr Puzzle notices the duo giving him creeped out looks while Mario keeps glaring at him, he lets out a chuckle “Thanks to my research i have my own funny man, with Pedro by my side i can finally be famous!”  Done with Mr puzzle speech Mario charges and punches the TV man knocking his head off and into Pedro, the mustache flys off catching both Pedro and Mario’s attention. The guardians watch as the two fight for the mustache, as they fight it rips in half each part landed on each of their faces. Three facepalms at the situation “This has to be one of the stupidest shit that has happened in a while,” Four helps Mario up as he glares at Pedro “We need to grab that other half!”  Mr. Puzzle, hearing Four’s words focus on his body, moving it, he guides it to where his head is and lifts it up. Slamming his head back on he runs in front of Pedro “Don't you dare! That mustache belongs to Pedro!” SMG4 lets out a bitter laugh “No, it belongs to Mario!”  Mario walks past Four to stare down Mr puzzle, the look makes his  antenna sparks as his screen changes to a blushing expression “Me and Pedro meme off.” 

In a blink the crew were now in an arena for the great meme battle, the crowd was cheering excited to see the event. SMG3 and 4 were seated together looking over everything. “I hope Mario can win this,” Three rolls his eyes. “Or we can rig this, win and then go home.” Over hearing this Mr Puzzle hit a button, the pair get surrounded by turrets making Four hug Three close in fear. Three blushes as he looks around to see Mr Puzzle smiling at them “I would rethink that plan of yours SMG3, seems you could get hurt if you do it!” Three nervously nods his head as Mr Puzzle hits the button again putting the turrets away, the TV man walks to the center of the arena with a mic in hand. He looks at Pedro then at Mario “Are we ready gentlemen?” the pair nods “Then let the meme off begin!” As the challenge begins Mr Puzzles sits down to watch, the first challenge was the funniest face. As he watched he couldn't help himself to stare at the plumber, watching the man shift his face into a balloon which surprised the TV man as he watched the balloon morph into the plumber face.  The crowd cheered and laughed at how silly it looked, Mr Puzzle couldn't help a small giggle at the site before Pedro attempted.  No matter how hard he attempted to change his face, Pedro was unable to. The down side to the materials Mr puzzle used is that Pedro only had one facial expression, he growls at them losing that point as the next challenge starts. Pedro noticed his creator was distracted looking at Mario every once in a while, anger grew in him as he became determined to win and get his creator's attention back. The next challenge begins as the pair must do their most silly pose, as everyone watches the challenges Three notice something odd. He stares at Mr Puzzle and sees small sparks on his antenna, he squints and sees the TV man was blushing as he stared at Mario. Three’s eyes go wide “No..fucking way,” Four seeing Three’s shock face, gently taps him to get the mans attention “Hey dude everything okay? You look like that time Eggdog drove his first tank with Beeg.” Three nods “I’m fine, let's focus on cheering for our idiot.” 

While Mario attempted to do his pose Pedro took this as his chance to knock the plumber down, he then used the man as a skateboard. Mr Puzzle gasps at the site noticing the strange anxiety at the site he looks away, he should be cheering his creation on. Yet the more he watches something in him wants that annoying pest to win, is it because he found him such an interesting star. Pedro hopes up and down in joy getting a point, the TV man gives a big smile to Pedro. No one can tell thankfully since his face was a screen, his smile was one filled with lies. The final challenge arrived, the air was tense as SMG3 and Four lean forward nervously for the final challenge.

The next challenge appeared, Mr Puzzle looked at the screen as the words ‘insult contest’ was projected. This was the moment to shine, Mr Puzzle looked at Pedro with his mic in hand giving a supportive nod.  The pair stare at each other stroking their half of their mustache getting ready,  Mr Puzzle clutches the mic tightly as he watches.  As they start insulting each other people start to lean more on Pedro's side, Mario feeling confident makes a statement about the man being fat without parents.  Pedro lets out a smirk as he replies, Mr Puzzle gasps seeing Mario fall to his knees.  Victory was his, ignoring the strange feeling in his mechanical gut.  “Well folks, it looks like Pedro has Mario beat!” right as he was going to announce the winner he pauses seeing Mario stand up. Mario smirks at Mr Puzzle causing a small spark to come out of his antennae “I didn't hear no bell,” he lets out as a red light surrounds Mario. Pedro takes a step back in shock while Mr Puzzle watches in amazement, Mario blasts Pedro with a roast so bad it got the crowd cheering.  Mario lands on the ground crossing his arms as he watches Pedro stand there in shock, Mr Puzzle sighs as his screen changes to express his disappointment. “The winner is…Mario,” he honestly thought he would be filled with rage ready to charge at the plumber. Instead he felt relief that the plumber won his mustache back, there was something wrong with him there has to be. He smacks his TV trying to focus, he needs to remember the crew ruined everything and that same plumber he felt relief for is the reason for this strange illness. 

Pedro sighs looking down as Mario celebrates getting his full stache back, SMG3 and Four run down from the stands to hug Mario.  They cheered as Mario noticed Pedro walking away sad, feeling guilty he gently pushed his guardians aside to catch up to the man.  Mario touches his shoulder making him turn confused, the avatar takes out a pencil drawing a new mustache to cheer Pedro up. He gasps, touching it before he pulls Mario into a hug, Mr puzzle watches in shock as the pair walk away hand in hand to the parking lot. As the pair drive away Mr puzzle drops to his knees watching them go, his screen flickered showing him crying as he watches the sight. SMG3 walks out of the stadium and notices Mr Puzzles on his knees, slowly he walks over to the TV man. Mr puzzle sighs looking down “Why…can't I just win? Is it wrong to want to entertain?’   SMG3 scoffs, catching Mr Puzzle's attention “You didn't give a shit about Pedro, your focus is all on Mario.” Hearing this he looks at the car in the distance as his antennae sparks “Of course I wanted payback on that brute!  He stuck me with some kind of illness, my head used to be filled with the best media out there and now….”  he clenches his fits as he hits the floor “NOTHING BUT THAT IDIOT FILLS MY CHANNELS!” 

Three sighs as he looks down the road “I know how that feeling is, when I was a villain wanting nothing but revenge. I was so blinded by that need for payback I was blind to what I was truly feeling at the time.”  Mr Puzzle gets up patting his pants to clean off any dirt “Oh do tell,” he lets out sarcastically. Three glares up at the TV man “Hey fuck off, nobody here likes you if you havent notice. I don't have to say shit i'm only doing this cause I know what it's like to fall in love with your rival!” Three’s eyes go wide as he covers his mouth blushing, Mr puzzle stares for a moment processing his words. “In love…with a rival?” his screen flickers to static for a moment before a montage of clips with Mario in it starts to play.  

Three relaxes for a moment watching the man in front of him, the screen flicking to a panic expression “LOVE!? THAT IDIOT?! THE ONE THAT KEEPS BREAKING MY SCREEN!” SMG3 nods letting out a chuckle “You were checking him out in the challenges, you're down bad.” Mr Puzzle bends down to shake Three “I CAN'T BE!  Romance is something beautiful, with one courting the other. All Mario has done is make my life hell!” Three breaks from the panic grab and takes a few steps away, making sure that he wasnt going to be grabbed again he speaks up “How do you think i felt when i found out about Four, but when you think about it more..you start to see why you did.” Mr Puzzle crossed his arms “What's so good about Mario? That he can entertain? Make me laugh? That he loves television?” SMG3 smirks as the TV man keeps listing things about Mario, he pauses when he notices the list he made looking at Three. The guardian shrugs “Told you,” with that he starts to walk away from Mr Puzzle before he stops and turns “Hey a question, when did you teach Pedro how to drive?” Mr Puzzle looks at Three annoyed by the topic change “Never did,” they stare at each other till they hear a loud crash making them both turn. Seeing the red car the pair left in crashed SMG3 ran back inside the stadium to find his partner, leaving Mr Puzzle lost with his thoughts. Ignoring the pair running around doing random memes, Mr Puzzle heads to his home lost in his head. Once he made it home he slammed the door shut and sat on the couch hugging his legs, who would have thought the illness was one known as the love bug. He sighs as he takes out his notebook looking at the five stars he drew. “This can't stop my plan, no matter what happens…I need those stars.” He then sees the small doodle he did of Mario, frustrated he tosses the notebook across the room. About ready to go into his head and forget the day, the doorbell rings making him get up from the couch.  He swings the door open “FOR THE LAST TIME I'M NOT GOING TO SUBSCRIBE TO-”  he pauses when he sees who is at the door. Mario smiles brightly as Pedro sprints past them “Mario brought Pedro home safely!” Mr Puzzle blushes as he rubs his arm “Oh…how kind of you, even though you were the one to run off with him. Ahem thank you.” Mario nods and turns to head home to get some spaghetti, he had to long in the day without a plate of his favorite dish and he needed to eat now. Mr Puzzle looks at Pedro who is bouncing around in the studio, he then turns to the plumber “Mario! Uh..i am going to make some pasta for Pedro, would you like to stay and eat?” Everything was yelling in his head, what was he doing? Truly he has lost his mind offering dinner to his rival, he needed to focus on the big picture. He then remembers how nice it was to have someone with him to celebrate his victory, frowning at the memory of Leggy, Mr Puzzle shakes his head “Never mind, I'm sure you're going to get some with the SMG4 crew.”  He was about to close the door before Mario storms in “Thanks TV Man, Mario is so hungry!” Mr Puzzle watches as Mario and Pedro sit at the table demanding spaghetti, he sighs then lets out a small image of him smiling before closing the front door. He walks over to the pair acting annoyed “ENOUGH! I swear you two have no manners!”  Mario smiles brightly at Mr Puzzles making him blush as his antennae spark, he was already regretting the invitation. He walks over to the kitchen and places his hand on his chest, feeling his heart race at the sight of the plumber smiling. He takes out his cell phone and looks at his phone, staring at the star rating he sighs looking back at Mario. His mind is filled with confusing and conflicting thoughts as he gets ready to spend the evening with his new found crush. “Maybe…it won't be so bad. I mean the people love a good celebrity couple!”

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[nenoname]

Journal 3’s references to Stan

(…does the Lost Pages count as J3 when some had to be in J2 and also may or may not be a truth lie turducken? idk. Ford’s TBoB letters sure as hell don’t count as J3 but I’m including them here anyway)

Lost Journal Pages

"STANLEY COULD HAVE MADE HER LAUGH"

“My stomach sank a bit when I realized… it was my birthday. This day has felt… odd, since S and I… parted ways.”

"I was adjusting my TV antennae for weather reports (looking for ideal conditions for F's first portal test) and spat out my coffee when I saw THIS! My brother hawking scams under the name "Panley Stines." I had half a mind to call that number, just to pretend to be the police and maybe scare S straight for once! There is something so galling about seeing your OWN FACE committing crimes on your own TV! When my Muse saw me break my stress ball, I decided it was finally time to vent about Stanley."

""How about that; you've got an inferior clone! Why didn't you just eat him in the womb? Think of how powerful you'd be!"

"You can't just eat your twin, Bill."

You'd be surprised what you can eat! I say sure, call him if you want him to start mooching off you again! ME, I went no contact with my home dimension and I don't regret it. All they did was hold me back and sabotage my talents! Can you imagine?"

"More than you know. But you do ever wonder if maybe... maybe things could have been different?""

"Our heat budget was so tight that Mom forced S and me to wear one sweater at the same time. (She called it the "Abominable Snow-Stan." Our cat lived in fear of it year-round.)"

“DAMN! This morning I found F rummaging through my old copy of Urban Legends of New Jersey, where I had forgotten I had hidden some old personal items! I’ve quickly re-hidden them here, away from prying eyes.”

"But then he crossed a line. Helplessly I watched Cipher in my own body limp up to a pay phone and dial... STANLEY'S phone number from the infomercial?! No. He wouldn't.

"Hey brother, it's Sixer. I'm going to take a swim in the frozen lake tomorrow, and I might not ever come back, so if you don't hear from me, I just want you to know that it's because I never loved you. BUH-BYEEEEE."

My heart was in my throat until I heard the dial tone... The pay phone was out of order. The message hadn't gotten through. Cipher turned back to address me.

"TSK, TSK, TSK. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME MAKE YOU DO! TOMORROW'S TAPE IS GONNA BE MUCH WORSE.""

(Bro secret code) "miss you"

“The snow has begun to fall again and there’s very little time. There’s only one left I can turn to to protect my journals while I prepare for the journey…”

"S is an overgrown child with none of my rigorous mental training. Who knows what could happen if Cipher stepped inside Stanley's mind for even one minute...

What if Stanley somehow manages to destroy the portal just like he destroyed my perpetual motion machine? I suppose that machine did work in its own way... It kept me perpetually angry for thirty years."

(Bro secret code) "HAVE I BEEN TOO HARSH ALL ALONG?"

"What if he tries to rope me into his latest get-rich-quick scheme? His latest commercial was for "Stan Sauce: The Miracle Sauce that's too cool for the FDA!"

What if... he mocks me? What if he sees that I abandoned our family to become a recluse on the brink of madness? Could I risk admitting that I was... wrong?

PROS: I have no one else. Well, that settles it. It's time to come face-to-face with a face I haven't seen in 10 years. My own face. Which... is my brother's face. God, I miss sleep."

Ford’s Letters

"In the weeks since Weirdmageddon, I conducted numerous tests on Stanley's mind (his terrible jokes are still intact) and inspected the state for dimensional leakage (we also took turns kicking the statue, and Stanley took a few cracks with a crowbar). I burned every Cipher-shaped item I had ever collected, and even threw away all my one-dollar bills, just to be safe (Stanley, of course, found and pocketed them).

“I emerged from my lab after days of agonized contemplation to find- to my shock- that Mabel was reading the book, out loud, to Stanley, Dipper, Soos, and Wendy!”

“They didn’t see me as an irredeemable screwup. Stanley said, "So, your past is just a giant pile of mistakes? Congratulations- you really are a Pines!”“

"Bill may tell you that happiness requires conquering galaxies and living forever, but I've seen enough of the universe to tell you that he's wrong. I've found my happiness. And it looks like this:"

"If you're reading this... then I am dead. Kidding! Sorry, Stanley thought that would be funny. Ha-ha! We're currently out shopping for harpoons to prepare for our trip to the arctic."

"Stan, if you end breaking into my lab at some point later today- Bravo! Still as good a locksmith as in 8th grade. Beers are under the desk."

(It kinda strikes me that the BoB Lost Journal pages about Stan sound far more like post-portal Ford’s opinions on Stan instead, where he’s openly angry at both being pushed into the portal + at the portal being opened again + his murder suicide attempt being foiled + Stan disowning him + turning his house into a tourist trap + taking his identity vs pre-portal Ford being more… melodramatic(?) constantly being reminded of him but not wanting to linger too long? idk the vibes are different

Plus pre-portal Ford pretty consistently only calls Stan "S” or just refers to him as his brother (with the exception of him writing his name in a Caesar cipher). I think he only ever messes up the general naming scheme a single time when he wrote Fiddleford instead of F

…not to mention the perpetual motion machine comment says thirty instead of ten years)

Other sections: Pre-Portal, Post-Portal, Post-Weirdmageddon

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TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, big c♡ck!Val, light degradati♡n kink, Val is in hell for a reason, p in v, naive!reader, dub-con, betrayal, angst, praise kink, sub!reader, rough s♡x, hair pulling, multiple ♡rgasm (f!recieving), dirty talk, daddy dom/sub undertone, fing♡ring, cervix f♡cking, ♡verstimulation, thr♡at f♡cking, g♡slighting, first time writing Val, Val is the warning

WORD COUNT: 5.7K~

SPECIAL MENTION: @crackrodent (my fellow VoxTek Server member), your request has been heard. Here you go.

In your bleakest hour, when the darkness of Hell threatened to swallow you whole, a saviour came in the form of a devil – no, a man. A man, tall and lanky, his grin hidden behind the oversized, heart-shaped sunglasses that glittered with charm. His suit, sleek and pristine, seemed to gleam in the dim light of his studio, its fabric cool against your fingertips. His antennae resembled delicate strands of beads, swaying gently with each movement, while the fur collar draped around his neck was impossibly soft, like brushing your hand against velvet clouds.  

You sank into the plush couch, its cushions cradling you as though welcoming you into his world of luxury. As you leaned forward, the silence of the room wrapped around you, broken only by the gentle press of your lips against his. Valentino’s touch, ever so light, cradled your cheek with the upper set off his arms, the pads of his fingers warm and tender. His lower arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, a possessive embrace that held you still beneath his gaze.  

“Ah, baby,” he cooed, his voice rich and decadent, like the taste of something forbidden and wild. His red eyes, muted behind his tinted glasses, traced every inch of your face. “I’d love to make you a star.” 

Your breath hitched, heat flooding your cheeks. “Val, I…I’m not good at acting,” you murmured, almost shrinking under the intensity of his gaze. You could still remember the days he found you – lost, chased by heartless demons, terrified. He’d stepped in with his effortless charm, offered your shelter, safety, everything you could ever want and more. He gave it all so freely, draping you in luxury that felt like a dream, love that you had never known before.  

He chuckled, a sound so smooth it sent a shiver down your spine. “Nonsense, cariño,” he whispered, each word sliding from his lips like honey. His hand pressed against your chest, gently pushing you back into the couch’s soft embrace. “Look at you,” he purred, a predatory grin stretching his lips, revealing the glint of his golden tooth. “You��re absolutely stunning.” He leaned closer, the heat of his breath grazing your skin like a soft whisper. “You’re sexy,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your collarbone. “And you voice…” His lips hovered near your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Absolutely divine.” 

Your body reacted before your mind could process, your pulse quickening as heat pooled in your core. “V-Val…” you breathed, voice trembling with anticipation. He’d made love to you before, always so tender, so careful – his touch was slow, calculated, and worshipful. Every time, he ensured you reached the stars before him.  

He was patient.  

He was kind.  

He was your everything.  

“At least audition for my movie, won’t you?” Val’s voice slid through you like silk, pulling you under the weight of his will. It always did. His hands, those skilled, knowing hands, never stopped their caresses. “You don’t have to worry, I’ll take care of everything for you. I always do.” 

A soft giggle escaped your lips, though your nerves frayed at the edges. “I guess I can try,” you whispered, fingertips tracing the sharp line of his jaw, finding comfort in the familiar feel of his skin. “But…you won’t be angry if I fail, right?” The words were hesitant, the shadow of doubt clinging to your tone. You searched his face, wanting to find reassurance that had always been there.  

“Of course not, cariño.” Valentino placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I could never be angry at you.” Another kiss followed, but this one felt colder, more distant.  

“I love you, Val,” you sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut as you melted into his embrace, your arms tightening around his chest. His scent – rich, intoxicating, almost suffocating – filled your senses, and you held on to it, onto him, like a lifeline. “I love you so much,” you repeated, your words trembling with a vulnerability you weren’t sure he’d ever truly hear.  

He laughed, a low rumble vibrating through his chest. He never said it back. He never had. But you had convinced yourself it was fine. He’d told you once that love took time, that he needed to learn how to feel it. And you had promised to wait for him – for however long it took.  

“My heart,” Val murmured against your skin, his lips brushing down the length of your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, the tips cool against the flush of your skin. You shuddered, helpless under his touch, every nerve alighted as he traced, slow, deliberate patterns across your bare flesh.  

“A-ah, Val…” Your voice trembled as his fingers roamed higher, teasing, ghosting over the curve of your breast. His touch, light as a feather, sent a surge of warmth coursing through you. But something pulled your attention – a sharp glint in the corner of your eye.  

A camera.  

Its lens was pointed directly at the couch. The red light blinked in the shadows, cold and unfeeling.  

“W-wait, Val!” You gasped, your heart lurching as his tongue, long and sinuous, slid over your neck, leaving a trail of icy wetness in its wake.  

The room’s heat pressed in around you, the air thick with the heady scent of Valentino’s cologne mixed with something far more primal. You barely registered the cool sensation of the leather couch beneath you before Val’s lower arms were sliding under your skirt, his fingers deftly hooking into the delicate g-string he’d gifted you.  

“Mmm, baby, you know that’s my favourite set,” he murmured, his voice dripping with casual possession as the fabric tore under his grip. The shredded lingerie hit the floor with a careless flick of his wrist. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you plenty more,” he added, voice smooth but laced with that dangerous, predatory edge, as his fingers found the wetness between your legs. His fingers slipped through your folds with a familiarity that sent a helpless shudder up your spine.  

You gasped, your thighs trembling as his fingers danced over your slick heat. He moved with the precision of someone who knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, as each motion was designed to unravel you so. “I…I…ha…ha…” Your words dissolved into breathless moans as he dipped into your core, gathering the wetness there before rubbing slow circles into the swollen nub that made you jolt under his touch.  

“Th-the ca-camera,” you finally managed to choke out, a moan slipping past your lips as he kept circling that sensitive bundle of nerves, your spine arching instinctively toward his touch. You couldn’t stop the sound that escaped from you, something desperate and raw. God, the way he played your body was criminal.  

Val’s breath, hot and tickling the shell of your ear, made you tremble. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” he whispered, his voice a velvety purr that slithered down your spine, pooling low in your belly. “You trust me, don’t you?” His breath brushed against your skin, and you could feel the heat of him, a roaring furnace of want hovering just over you.  

Your mouth opened, another moan tearing from your throat as he pressed two fingers into you, the wet sound of him fucking your slick folds filling the room. “I…I trust you with all my heart,” you whimpered, your hips instinctively grinding against his hand, chasing the pressure, the release. His fingers curled inside you, and you felt the pleasure blooming with each movement, the slow smouldering burn becoming an insistent need.  

“You’re going to come for me, baby,” Val panted, his eyes gleaming with dark hunger, his lips parted, red saliva dripping in thick, viscous lines from the corners of his mouth. “Then you’re going to take daddy’s big cock, aren’t you?” His voice was a low, sultry growl, his fingers quickening their relentless pace, the sound of your arousal slick and obscene.  

All you could do was nod, biting down on your lip to suppress the rising moans threatening to spill from you. Your legs parted wider without thinking, your body offering itself to him as his second set of hands gripped you harder, keeping you in place as he ripped your shirt, skirt, and bra from your body, the sound of fabric tearing like distant thunder.  

The cold air hit your exposed skin, your nipples hardening in response as he held you down, his fingers still driving you closer to that edge, pushing and pulling you into the pleasure with ruthless expertise.  

Your vision blurred, the room narrowing to just the sensations of his fingers, the way they pressed and curled inside you, the pressure building higher, tighter, a coil ready to snap apart. “Ah…ah! F-f-f-” you stammered, each thrust making you shake, your body arching off the couch. His grin widened, sharp and wicked, as he watched you, relishing the sight of you coming undone beneath him.  

“That’s right, baby,” Val cooed, his voice a velvet blade, slicing through the haze of your thoughts as the sound of wet, rhythmic slapping filled the space between you. “Come for daddy.” His chuckle reverberated through you, the final push that sent you careening over the edge.  

With a scream, your body snapped taut, the orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Your heels dug into the couch as you thrashed under his unrelenting touch. He didn’t stop, his fingers still plunging in and out, drawing out ever last wave of pleasure until you were nothing more but a trembling and panting bitch in heat from his hands.  

“Oh, baby,” Val crooned, his eyes gleaming crimson as he watched your chest rise and fall. His lips dripped that unnatural red saliva, a few droplets landing on the curve of your breast. “You look so beautiful when you come.” His voice was thick with desire, but also something darker – something possessive.  

You grinned weakly, basking in the praise despite the exhaustion. Even now, after he’d torn you apart with pleasure, you still craved his approval, his validation. But then you saw him unzip his pants, his cock springing free, thick and veined. Its lilac hue pulsed with each heartbeat, and the tip beaded with evidence of his arousal. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the sight, the sheer size of him still intimidating, even though you’d been here before.  

But then, though the haze of lingering pleasure, reality crept back in – the audition. Your audition. The reason you were even here today.  

“Val,” you began, your voice small, hesitating. You swallowed hard, the words almost painful to get out. “What about the audition?” You wrung your hands together nervously, your body instinctively curling in on itself. “I…I don’t want to be late. I promised I’d be there on time and I don't want to disappoint you…” 

Val smiled, but it wasn’t the warm, comforting smile you’d grown used to. It was indulgent, knowing. “Oh, my precious little girl,” he murmured, his voice laced with saccharine sweetness as his fingers closed around your wrist, pulling you back into his orbit. His touch was warm, reassuring, and for a moment, you forgot why you’d been so anxious. “As long as you’re with me, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” 

Your breath hitched as he guided your hand to his cock, your fingers wrapping around the solid heat of him. He was impossibly thick, your hand dwarfed by his length, and as you felt the weight of him, all thoughts of the audition melted away.  

You knew what he wanted. The air between you crackled with tension, and with a shy, teasing smile, you leaned forward. Your lips brushed the swollen head of his cock, its heat palpable even before you pressed a lingering kiss against it. The musky scent of him filled your senses, the salt of his pre-cum lingering on your tongue as you opened your mouth, taking in the bulbous tip. The taste was intoxicating, heady, and dizzying.  

Before you could react, his fingers twisted into your hair, a sharp tug, forcing your mouth further onto him. You whimpered, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, pleading with the pressure of your fingers that it was too much.  

But he didn’t care. His hips moved forward, relentless, the thick shaft pushing past your lips, stretching them beyond comfort. Your eyes fluttered shut as his cock slid across your tongue, heavy and pulsing. You felt him filling your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper, and the first flutter of panic set in when he hit the back of your throat.  

“You can take more, can’t you, baby?” His voice was a low purr above you, filled with dark, honeyed encouragement. “Daddy knows you’re such a good girl.” 

Your throat convulsed, trying to adjust, your lips already aching from the stretch as he sank deeper. You gagged around him, tears stinging your eyes, but your determination to please him held you in place. The taste of him, the weight of him, filled your senses completely.  

Your nails dug into his skin, a desperate plea to slow down, but he only chuckled, stroking your head as if you were some cherished pet. “Mmm, that’s it. I knew you could handle it.” 

Every inch of him seemed to demand more, pushing past your limits. You couldn’t seal your lips fully around him; he was far too thick. Your mouth couldn’t close properly, but it didn’t matter. The wet, sloppy sounds of your struggle filled the room, along with your gags and his low, satisfied grunts.  

Drool spilled from the corners of your mouth, trailing down your chin, dripping onto your thighs as your gag reflex betrayed you. Your nostrils flared desperately, fighting for air.  

His grip tightened, forcing your head in rhythm with his hips, controlling you completely. He moaned, and the sound vibrated through your core, making your legs squeezed together, desperate for friction. You could hear his pleasure, feel it in the way his cock twitched as it slipped deeper into your throat.  

The room blurred, tears spilling down your face, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you struggled for breath. Everything was too much – his taste, his weight, his voice, the pressure in your throat as he pushed past the brink of your tolerance.  

Then, suddenly, he pulled out, your lungs heaving as you gasped for air. His cock, now slick with your saliva, glistened in the light as it hovered in front of your face. You coughed, a thick strand of spit connecting your lips to his cock snapped away. 

“Such a good little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was darkly sweet, laced with approval. He tugged on your hair, lifting you, repositioning you with ease as if you weighed nothing. His lower hands cupped your ass, lifting you until you were straddling him, his cock nudging insistently at your entrance.  

“I can’t…” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. You shook your head, trying to regain some control, but even the thought of sitting on him made your body tremble. “Val, please, I can’t take it all.” 

Val laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. “Oh, baby, but you will.” His confidence was undeniable, his grin wicked. Unexpectedly, he gripped your hips and pulled you down, forcing the head of his cock inside you.  

The stretch was immediate, intense, and you gasped, your fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket as your body struggled to accommodate his size. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, your walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion. Every nerve was on fire, pleasure and pain melding together in a dizzying mix as his fingers found your nipples, tweaking and pulling until you cried out.  

“That’s right. Let daddy hear how much you love it,” he crooned, his voice a rough whisper. “You’re doing so well for me,” 

You bit your lips, eyes rolling back as he pushed deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock stretching you impossibly wide, filling you in ways that made your head spin. “So big,” you whimpered, hips trembling as you tried to make space for him, but there wasn’t enough.  

He grunted, and with one swift motion, he pushed even deeper, a sharp gasp escaping you. He was at the end of you, pressing into places you didn’t know could be touched, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, inch by agonizing inch, until you were sure he would split you open.  

“Oh, God…oh fuck,” you panted, your hands falling slack against his chest as you focused on breathing through the intense pressure building inside you. He held your waist firmly, his grip possessive, controlling, as if daring your body to resist him.  

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, soft encouragement like music to your soul. “Almost there, mi amor.” 

Tears filled your eyes then. 

This was the first time.  

This was the first time Val had ever called you mi amor.

Mi amor.  

My love.  

Love.  

You could feel him inside you, every thick vein, every inch of his cock as it stretched your body to its limits. Your belly bulged slightly where he pressed against you, a faint outline visible as he finally seated him fully inside you.  

With one final hard thrust, he slammed you down onto his cock, and a scream tore from your throat. Your back arched as the shock of it rippled through your entire body. Your insides clenched around him, helpless to do anything else as he filled you completely, his cock a hard, throbbing presence deep within your core.  

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with pride and lust. “You took it all, didn’t you? Such a good girl.” 

You couldn’t respond, couldn’t do anything but tremble in his lap. Your body shook with the effort of accommodating him. The pain slowly dulled, replaced by an overwhelming fullness that sent pulses of pleasure through you. You could feel him deep inside you, so deep it felt like he was in your very soul.  

A sob escaped your lips, half pain, half pleasure, as he grinned up at you, his gold tooth winking at you. “That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice rich with satisfaction.  

Maybe…he could love you now.

You hoped that he loved you.  

Without warning, he lifted your hips, pulling his cock halfway out, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Your pussy clenched, desperate to keep him inside, but he only chuckled, holding you steady.  

“Shh, don’t worry,” he soothed, his lips planting small kisses along your jawline as he spoke. “I’m not done with you yet. Daddy’s going to take care of you.” 

Before you could process his words, he slammed you back down onto his cock, his hips meeting yours with a bruising force. You screamed, hands clawing at his shoulders as he began to thrust in earnest, fucking up into you with a savage intensity. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your vision going hazy as you lost yourself to the feeling of him inside you.  

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your broken moans and his ragged grunts. He fucked you hard, mercilessly, his cock driving deep into your core with every thrust. The pressure inside you built, spiralling out of control as your body melted against him, surrendering your soul, your heart, your body, completely.  

“I want you, daddy,” you cried into the air. His cock throbbed inside you, twitching inside of you, the pressure making your walls flutter in response. “Please,” you begged, your voice trembling with desperation, a sweet, helpless plea that he loved hearing from you.  

Val’s grin was wide and wicked, that gleaming gold tooth catching the harsh light above. “That’s right, that’s a good girl,” he cooed, his tone low and degrading. The moment the words left his lips, his hips slammed forward with brutal position, pulling you down hard against him once more.  

The scream tore from you before you could stop it, your body overwhelmed by the sensation of being utterly filled. His cock drove so deep inside, you swore you could feel him pressing against your womb. You gasped, chest heaving, as he pounded in to you.  

The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every stroke felt like a cruel tease – he would pull away just enough to leave you empty before ramming back into you, your lips red and raw from the relentless friction. You could only hang on, body trembling, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure rippling through you.  

His cock didn’t just touch your cervix; it slammed into it, forcing it open as he claimed every inch of you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak – only animalistic sounds escaped your lips as he took you over and over again.  

Your limbs went slack, completely giving into his control. Val’s hands gripped you tightly, guiding your body as he pleased. You were a puppet to his desire, limp yet burning alive under his touch. Your head fell forward, and you panted for breath. “Oh fuck, daddy, daddy,” you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m so close – so, so, close,” you babbled, the peak just within reach, the sensation building into something unbearable.  

Val’s voice, low and commanding, made your world unravel. “That’s right, come for daddy,” he growled, his hips snapping against you. The harsh slam of his body against yours was all it took to push you over the edge. You tensed, gasping, as the orgasm tore through you, leaving you trembling and slick between your thighs, your mind a haze of white-hot pleasure.  

Your body slumped forward, but Val wasn’t finished. In a swift movement, he pushed you down to the cold floor and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. Your limbs shook, barely able to hold your weight as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you back toward him. You barely had time to gasp before you felt the molten heat of his cock press against your entrance again.  

His cock surged back into you with unrelenting force, and your eyes widened at the new sensation. From this angle, he felt impossibly big, stretching you even more, his girth filled you completely. “Oh, Val!” You yelped as he slammed your head back against the floor, your cheek pressed against it. Drool escaped your lips and pooled beneath you. Your body quivered as he drove in to you without pause, his cock a burning brand inside your slick, swollen walls.  

Your breath came in ragged bursts, the pleasure too much for your already overstimulated body. Your inner thighs were soaked, your juices smeared against your skin as his cock slid in and out with wet, obscene sounds. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak - just a string of helpless moans escaping your lips as his heavy balls slapped against your hardened clit with each punishing thrust.  

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” you mumbled, barely coherent as your pussy clenched around him again, the rippling spasms of another orgasm threatening to break you apart. But Val didn’t let up, didn’t stop – his grip on your hair only tightened, his hips pounding harder, relentless.  

“Give me another, cariño,” he panted, his words punctuated by the sharp slapping of skin, his balls crashing against your sore, soaked folds. The sharp sting of his balls hitting your sensitive clit made you mewl, your body jerking uncontrollably. You were drowning in pleasure, your body an aching, quivering mess beneath him, unsure how many more times you could come for him.  

“Tell me how good it feels, baby,” Val’s voice was a low growl, his demands sharp and insistent. “Go on, tell me.” 

“It feels good, so good, so good,” you chanted, barely aware of what you were saying. The words spilled from your lips automatically, your mind too fogged by the constant waves of pleasure crashing through you. You could barely see, eyes half-lidded, body vibrating with pleasure as he fucked you deeper into the floor.  

Val’s fingers that were clutching your hair twisted, lifting your head and torso as he changed his angle again. The shift made his cock curve inside you, and a fresh wave of sensation hit you like a bolt of lightening. Your breasts hung heavy, nipples sensitive as his clawed fingers pinched them harder. The pain blurred with pleasure, a delicious sting that you moan in earnest.  

Your thighs trembled, slick with your own juices, as the wet slap of his clock echoed in the room. The slick, wet sounds as he drove in to you, the puddle of your arousal spreading beneath you – you could hear and picture it so vividly in your mind’s eyes.  

As your eyes fluttered open, they caught the blinking red light of the camera across the room. An insidious voice whispered in your mind that the camera was recording every moment of your body’s surrender. The lens must have captured it all – the way your belly bulged slightly, moulding around Val’s cock, the way your cunt greedily pulled him in, stretching to take every inch of him.  

Your head felt weightless, like you were floating in a thick haze. Every inch of your body moved with the rhythm of Val’s relentless thrusts, his cock the sole force driving your muscles. Each push sent a shockwave through you, a reminder of the overwhelming fullness he gave. You never knew it could feel like this – raw, needy, with every nerve igniting under his touch. There was no distance between you now, no barriers.  

“Baby, baby…” Val’s voice rasped near your ear, soft yet demanding. His breath scorched the sensitive tip of your ear. Your hair clung to your damp face as you panted for air. “You love me, don’t you, baby?” His lips ghosted over your neck before brushing against your ear, his cock pressing deep inside, filling every crevice within you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, the pressure almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want him to stop.  

You craved more.  

“Tell me you love me,” his tongue slid along the curve of your ear, the wet warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine. When he kissed the shell of your ear, it felt like electricity, sharp and consuming. He whispered again, his voice like velvet laced with poison. “Tell me you’ll give me your heart, your soul, cariño.” His words were intoxicating, seeping into you like a drug, making your pulse race.  

“Hah…hah…” You couldn’t catch your breath as he made small, precise thrusts, nudging the edge of your cervix, the pressure so sweet it hurt. “I – I love you, Val, I love you,” you gasped, the need in your voice undeniable. Your body ached for him, craving that raw, reckless connection.  

“Love me enough to sell me your soul,” he murmured against your skin. His hips drew back, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his cock hitting that devastatingly perfect spot that made your vision black out with pleasure.  

“Yes, yes,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath as you writhed against him, desperate for more. “I’ll give you my soul, I’ll do anything – anything for you, Val.” 

The words spilled from your lips, raw and uncontrolled, as his cock slowly withdrew again, every inch of it dragging along your inner walls, leaving you trembling with the loss of heat and fullness. You whimpered, your hips arching involuntarily, seeking him, needing him to fill that space again.  

Cold metal kissed your neck, the unexpected sensation making your skin prickle, but before you could make sense of it, Val’s large hand slammed down on your shoulder, pressing you hard against the floor.  

“Oh, baby…” His voice dripped with satisfaction, the weight of it thick in your ears. “I knew you’d say yes. You’re one of my favourites.” His hand enveloped the side of your face, your cheek pressing hard into the cool surface beneath you. You felt his other hands lift your hips, and then his cock drove into you again, quick, brutal, carving out a space inside you, like he was determined to make you his in every possible way.  

The slap of his hips against your ass was sharp, the wet sound of your slickness loud in the air, and the stretch of him was so intense, so consuming, it stole every thought from your mind. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, so overwhelming that it bordered on pain. Your muscles twitched, your body teetering on the edge of breaking from the relentless pounding, but you wanted more. You needed more.  

Your gasps turned to cries as he bottomed out inside you, his cock filling you completely. The pressure was unbearable, yet addictive, your body aching for every inch of him. Nothing existed but the feeling of him, the way his cock stretched and claimed you over and over again. 

Warmth flooded your insides as he released his seed, filling you with deep, hot pulses. The sensation made your belly clench, every muscle in your body locking up as pleasure mixed with the heat of his approval, his ownership.  

As his cock softened inside you, the grip he had on you loosened. Your body, finally released from the tension, collapsed against the floor. His seed leaked from you in thick waves, trickling down your thighs, sticky and warm, mixing with the remnants of your own release. Every nerve in your body was spent, and the simple act of breathing felt like it required all the energy you had left.  

“Baby,” Val’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, casual and cold. He nudged your limp body with the tip of his shoe, roiling you onto your back. You stared up at him, dazed, your body sore, mind struggling to keep up. His cock hung loosely, still glistening with the remnants of both of you, but there was no intimacy in his gaze, no softness.  

Only…detachment.  

“That was a splendid show.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. As he spoke, a faint pink mist swirled in the air, wrapping itself around your neck like a collar. A chain, thin and ethereal, extended from it, connecting to his wrist. The weight of it pressed down on you, suffocating, though it barely touched your skin.  

You furrowed your brows, confusion flooding your senses while your body remained sluggish and unresponsive. “V-Val?” You stammered, the word barely a whisper, your throat raw from use and from the screams still lodged inside you.  

His expression shifted, the warmth you had once known dissipated entirely. His eyes curved into crescents, a cruel mockery of joy, and his lips twisted into something sharp and sinister. “I expect you to be at work every day, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with casual cruelty. A chuckle followed, light but empty. “Truly, a pleasure doing business with you.” 

You stared, uncomprehending, as he tucked himself back into his pants with a casual ease, as though nothing had happened, as though you were nothing – not even an afterthought. He patted his clothes, as if brushing away some invisible dust, erasing any trace of the intimacy you thought you had shared.  

“V-Val?” You tried again, your voice cracking, your body trembling as the reality of his words began to sink in. The warmth from his touch, from the act you once thought was love, had already cooled, leaving only a hollow ache. You could feel the crust of his seed drying against your skin, flaking away like something discarded, forgotten.  

His response was swift and brutal. “You work for me now, baby,” he crooned, bending down to meet your gaze as though you were a child who couldn’t quite understand. His hand came down on your head, not with affection, but with condescension, a pat that made your skin crawl. “Now, clean yourself up. The next actors need to use this set.” 

The words crashed into you, sharp and final, and before you could gather the strength to respond, he turned away, his footsteps echoing as he moved toward the door. The sound of the latch clicking shut rang in your ears, the finality of it stealing the breath from your lungs.  

For a moment, you were paralyzed, your mind swirling into a storm of chaos, trying desperately to make sense of the sudden emptiness where warmth had been. 

Slowly… 

Painfully… 

You tried to sit up.  

You tried – oh, you tried, but your body screamed in agony, your stomach and insides raw from the violent way he had… 

You bit your lips. Hard.  

Hard enough to pierce the skin, and a metallic tang blossomed on your tongue.  

He had used you.  

“V-Val…” you whimpered, the name slipping from your bloody, broken lips in a stilted, pleading cry. There was no pride left, only desperation. “Val…Val…” Your voice cracked as tears welled up in your eyes, hot and uncontrollable, spilling down your cheeks in silent rivers. You crawled toward the door, your legs too weak to stand, every movement a reminder of his cruelty, the soreness a mark of how easily he had discarded you.  

“Val…” You sobbed, your throat tight, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Each attempt to call his name was met with silence, the room pressing in on you, the walls looming over you, the door an impenetrable barrier. The hollow thud of your palm against the cold, unforgiving floor was the only sound left as you clawed your way forward, begging for something you knew you’d never get.  

The truth slithered into your mind, cold and unbearable.  

He was gone.  

He had never cared. 

You weren’t special.  

You had never been.  

A bitter sob tore through you, and as the tears flowed freely, the thought struck you like a knife to the chest.  

He never once told you he loved you… 

...had he?

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imagine raphs partner scenting him now that theyre together

scenting is the thing were cats rub themselves alllll over you to get their scent on you, like just imagine raphs gf aggressively nuzzling him while cuddling

imagine leos partner wearing a collar in his colour now that their dating

just the canine instinct to make it obvious whose pack their apart of, and whats more obvious than wearing his colour around their neck

mikey partner whistling to him and “preening” him (polishing and cleaning his shell)

most birds have a call and response whistle or tune for their mates and mikeys partner would definitely do that. polishing his shell and repainting the kanji on his shell

donnies partner absent mindedly having their antenna seek him out

moths use their antenna to smell, so naturally donnies partner’s antenna would lean in his general direction

Animal Love

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A/N: Love how I said I was finishing the series and ya'll pull up like "but how about no?". 😭😂

Previous Part

Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes.

It started as a joke. Vern had gotten you a dog collar in a pretty blue. It was cute and you gave a good laugh, until you saw the heart medallion, your name engraved on the front and the words if lost, please return to Leonardo Hamato on the back. Both you and Leo had been shocked but laughed none the less. Until he noticed you wearing it. You brushed it off, saying it was cute so why let it rot in your dresser? But you kept wearing it more and more. So finally Leo questioned you.

"Well um... it kinda ties into the whole canine thing?" You said, fiddling with the heart on your collar. "You know, make it obvious who's pack I belong to. Usually this would be done with things like scent. But not everybody would be able to just smell you on me. So the collar is a bit more obvious. Kinda itches my canine urges the right way". Leo just tilted his head, staring at the ceiling for a few moments in thought before nodding slowly. "O-kay. Yeah that make's sense. You essentially want people to know who you belong to." He pondered and you perked up, tail wagging. "Yeah! That's right! But also, if it makes you uncomfortable. I-I can take it off." You sputtered, eager to please him. Leo looked down at you, blue meeting gold and he just laughed. "No lotus, it's ok. I was just curious. That's all". He said before pressing a kiss to your lips.

You hummed against him, happily wagging your tail before pulling back. "Anyways," he said before sweeping your feet out from underneath you. You wheezed out a cough as your back smashed against the dojo floor. "Lesson two. Never get distracted".

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, angy kitty.

He had been gone for three days. Three days! And when he came back, the scent you worked so hard to leave on him was gone. How rude. So as soon as Raph sat down you lept into action. You huffed angrily as you crawled into his lap, aggressively rubbing your head and tail against him. Every time he moved too much, a growl would erupt from your throat and you'd just bonk him more aggressively.

"Work so hard. And then you just leave. Now I gotta do it all over again. Stupid fucking- It's all gone." You kept muttering as you worked. Raph just laid there utterly confused as you did whatever you were doing. Eventually he got on his phone to google whatever you were doing. "Oh your cute, babydoll." He laughed and you glared at him. "You're scenting me?" He asked and you glared. "Yes I am now hold still. Because the scent I worked so hard to leave on you is gone and I need to start all over again!" You seethed, utterly exasperated. Raph just held his hands up in surrender before placing them on your thighs.

"Don't act like you don't do it too." You growled, staring at him before bonking your head against his plastron and aggressively rubbing your scent all over him. Raph felt his cheeks heat up at the call out. He just let you scent him until you were satisfied. He could tell you were done when you pulled back, nose twitching, and you gave a nod with a proud smile. Raph just chuckled and pulled you closer to him, kissing you softly. "My turn". And before you could protest, he was all over you, returning the favor while you squirmed and giggled.

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Donatello x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a moth mutant, eepy babies.

It had been another late night. Casey had asked Donnie to work on a new project for the NYPD and Donnie had been tinkering away for literally hours. You tried your best to stay up with him but the day had been long and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep. Your arms supported your head as you snoozed on his lab table. Donnie would occasionally look over at you to check in on you, sometimes stroking your hair or kissing your forehead. But hours later and he had yet to touch you again. He got so wrapped up that he stopped checking in on you, tunnel visioned on his project.

He looked over at you when he heard you whine. He moved his goggles up and noticed that you were still asleep but your antenna kept moving. He watched curiously as they twitched and wandered. You groaned and moved your body, almost as if you were about to wake up. Slowly, he brought his hand closer, allowing your antenna to find his hand and brush their fibers against his scales. Your wings fluttered softly and you instantly stilled. You had been searching for him. Even in your sleep, you were reaching out to him. He allowed the antenna to poke him and brush around his hand as he got out the notebook dedicated to his study of you and scribbled down some notes.

"Donnie?" Your groggy voice came and your lovely boyfriend looked over at you, eyes cracked open and arms stretching. You were barely awake and it was absolutely precious. "Yes little one?" He questioned, grabbing your hand and brushing your knuckles over with his thumb. "Mm. Bedtime?" Was all you came back with. Donnie glanced at his work before sighing. You heard him shift before you felt your body being picked up, melodic clicks erupting from your throat, causing the purple terrapin to chirp back in response. You smiled softly and nuzzled into him, whining softly as he set you down in bed but settling after he joined you not too long after. "Hush you". He whispered, pulling you close to him. You giggled, antenna and hands already seeking him out. You hummed as he placed a gentle kiss to your lips, you sleepily kissing him back. As the sun began to rise on New York City, you and your nocturnal boyfriend found peace in each other's embrace.

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Mikey x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader has large feathered white wings, Reader has long elf-like ears, sickeningly sweet sappy love (I love this man).

Mikey perked up as he heard a whistling noise echo brought the lair. "Hey angelcakes!" He called out before he had even seen you. A chorus of happy chirps was then heard before you bounded into view. "Hello, my love." You said, your voice a slight sing song. "Dude how did you know that was (Y/N)". Raph asked and Mikey rolled his eyes. "Come on brother, do you know nothing about birds?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He felt your arms wrap around his neck from behind as you leaned over the couch. Leaning back into your touch, you churred and nuzzled into him, ears twitching.

It wasn't long before you started to pick at the dirt on his shell and rubbing at it with your palm. He sighed. When the two of you got together, you became more comfortable touching him in general. But he soon noticed that you would start to pick at his shell and fuss over him in that avian way of yours if it ever got too dirty. This was your equivalent of you preening him and he enjoyed it, just not in the middle of trying to bet his brother's ass at COD. "Hey baby," he spoke up, making you pause and look up, "Let me finish this game ok? After that we can go to my room and I'll be all yours." You immediately perked up, wings fluffing in excitement before you skipped your way to his room to get everything set up.

A few minutes later, he finally joined you and he could tell you were holding back any further bird noises. He laughed and sat down. "Go at it, starburst". He encouraged and you immediately sprang into action. You began to gently scrub at his shell, chipping away the old paint on his shell before. Before long he heard you singing. Avian noises and humming left your throat softly in a pattern that would only come forward when you were with him in private. You took a gentle soap to clean at his shell before wiping it off with a warm wash cloth. He relaxed into your touch, churring softly and creating a sort of duet with you.

Grabbing the paint you looked at the symbol he always had on that shell of is in your phone. You practiced it so many times but you still had it just in case. Carefully you repainted the symbol onto his shell. When you finished, you and him softly spoke to each other. Gossiping about the latest drama and softly whispering tender love to each other.

Once the paint had dried, you grabbed the concoction you called his shell polish you spread it, the cold liquid making Mikey shiver. You spread it, taking your time and being thorough. You leaned up and kissed his shoulder before sinking back on to your knees. "Doing ok?" You murmured softly and Mikey nodded. "Perfect, angel," he cooed back. He always enjoyed moments like this. As much as he loved being the energetic jokester that never calmed down and couldn't take life seriously even if it strangled him, the calm and tender moments the two of you shared meant the world to him. "Gonna start waxing." You said softly before getting back to work. More time passed by before your whole process of "preening" him was finished.

"All done". You finally chirped and Mikey sighed softly. You laid down on his bed, opening up your arms to him with a soft pout. Mikey just crawled into your arms and laid on your chest. "So how long you gonna stay this calm?" You asked with a laugh and Mikey pinched your side, causing you to squeal and giggle. "Maybe fifteen minutes max. Got a lot of energy today". He mused, nuzzling into you. "Love you so much, Mikey". You said with an endearing smile and Mikey smiled back up at you. "I love you too, angel." He said, pressing a kiss to your lips. But he pinched your side again and you pulled back to glare at him. "I lied. I'm energetic again right now."

This is so tooth rottingly sweet and cringy. I love it. Please rot ur teeth with me. Donatello and Mikey my beloveds.

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Alie Antennae for All Ages (2 Versions)

Request by @jessykosisimblr This is one of four antennae you request me, and that I will do (are too interesting to make just one!) Tho I will need to do it time by time because of huge number of files I make for each one 😆. Thank you! It has been a lot of fun to make, I hope you and all those who download it, like it. I hope this was exactly what you were looking for! I've made it in two versions because I love idea of metallic and skin versions.

Heart shaped antennas inspired by Alie Lectric in two versions, Metallic as original and Skin. Disclaimer: Antennae can't change color like the real ones when she gets shy, but they look great and you still have a choice of rainbow colors in metallic version.

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[radioisntdead]

Adore

Alastor x reader

Warnings:

This is short, not my best work I WILL REDEEM MYSELF. Alastor is implied to break in at the end.

Good evening folks!

APOLOGIES FOR THIS BEING DELAYED, I accidentally deleted the whole thing and then I just laid on Barnaby out of defeat and slept.

ANYWAYS HERE'S WEDNESDAY'S ANGST, or Wednesday's poor excuse for angst, the original was better.

I'll be posting another angst fic later today, hopefully, it's either gonna be with Lute or another Alastor one

Song

A-one, two, three, four

You completely and utterly adored Alastor, how could you not?

He was quite charming! Sure he was a cannibalistic murderer but that for some reason wasn't a deal breaker for you.

A side effect from being in hell probably or possibly because you were just as screwed up as he was just in a different format!

Everything you do, it sends me

You had met him while working at Rosie's emporium, Rosie had asked you to make some tea while she taught Alastor the newest slang she had gathered.

Higher than the moon with every twinkle in your eye

Turns out you both had so much in common!

Both of you had gained deer attributes after your fall to eternal damnation, had a strong distaste for the lustful cravings of the flesh, thought cannibalism was neat, Rosie was a dear friend, and held a fondness and strong preference for the years you were alive.

You strike a match that lights my heart on fire

Rosie being the matchmaker she was decided to nudge the two of you together, after all she saw how well you and Alastor matched together, and it worked! Of course it did.

When you're near, I hide my blushing face

You and Alastor fit together perfectly, like pillows and blankets, like shoes and laces.

And trip on my shoelaces

He'd take you dancing, hand gently placed on your waist when you would dance more classically, or you'd have arms and legs frailing around like a octopus when you'd give more energetic dances a try.

Grace just isn't my forté

The two of you enjoyed cooking together in the kitchen, Jambalaya, curries, biscuits and gravy, pasta, gumbo, baked breads and whatever else you could think of, you made together.

But it brings me to my knees when you say

You'd help Alastor out with his radio broadcast, by either proofreading his scripts or finding an unfortunate sinner to make an appearance with their screams.

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

You didn't know where things went wrong, everything was going well!

I fall into a pile on the floor, deer love is hard to ignore

At least you thought so, the last day you spent with Alastor the two of you had made a lovely dinner together, you had set the table with fresh flowers, a candle or two.

When every little thing you do, I do adore

After dinner the two of you danced to some jazzy song from his era, and he twirled you around.

We're as different as can be

His hand holding yours.

I've noticed you're remarkably murdery and I'm slightly less murdery

His red eyes staring adoringly into yours.

We balance out each other nicely

You gave him a kiss on the cheek before you went to sleep that night.

You wear fancy shoes in the snow

You had awoken in the morning and Alastor wasn't there.

You assumed he had stepped out and he'd be back soon.

In mid-July, I still feel cold

But as the clock continued to tick and the red skies turned into a deeper red you were worried but you knew he could handle himself maybe he just got caught up in something? Perhaps with that TV guy he was 'friends' with?

We're opposites in every way

Hours turned into days and days into weeks,

No one had heard from nor had they seen Alastor.

You looked everywhere for him, asking around, desperately trying to find out where he went.

but I can't resist it when you say

Vox apparently tried to get him to join his little V themed posse and Alastor rejected him, rather harshly and also broke his little TV antenna while he was at it.

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

Rosie hadn't heard from him either, and obviously you wouldn't be asking around if you knew where he was.

I fall into a pile on the floor

Weeks turned into months and before you knew it those months became years.

He was just gone, leaving only traces of his existence.

Puppy love is hard to ignore, when every little thing you do, I do adore

For the first few years you would frequently pop into his radio tower, hoping that maybe, just maybe he would be there for some reason, and when he undoubtedly wasn't, you cleaned the place up, keeping it in tip top shape.

Finding words, I mutter

Once it hit the five year mark you stopped popping in, allowing dust and whatever else to consume the radio tower untill further notice.

Tongue-tied, twisted

You stopped hoping that Alastor would just waltz on into your shared home, with that yellowed grin of his and static following.

Hoove in mouth, I start to stutter, Ha, ha, Heaven help me

You stopped looking for Alastor.

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

Seven years, he was gone for seven years,

He was back and he didn't have the decency to even pay you a visit? You had to hear about his return from him publicly beefing with Vox.

I fall into a pile on the floor, Puppy love is hard to ignore

If Alastor wasn't going to come find you then you wouldn't go out of your way to find him either, even if that hazbin hotel where he was residing was only a 30 minute walk away.

When every little thing you do, I do adore

Alastor didn't intentionally ghost you, his absence was only supposed to be for a short while.

Unfortunately he was foolish enough to make a deal that had kept him away from you for seven long years, his dear friend Rosie had been kind enough to fill him in on your activities since his disappearance but not before scolding him harshly for not even having the decency to send a postcard.

Every little thing, ba-ba-ba-ba

He had been back for a time now, how rude of him to not pay his dearest a visit! After all you were looking for him until recent years right?

Every little thing, ba-ba-ba-ba

Alastor was someone you completely and utterly adored once.

And unfortunately he still adored you to some degree considering he was standing in front of you in the doorway of the house you had once shared, he was as smiley as ever, his grin grew larger as he saw your confused expression.

"Good evening my darl-" he was interrupted by you slamming the door in his face.

Every little thing you do, I do adore

It seems you weren't as excited to see him as he expected, oh well! Good thing for him that you didn't bother to change the locks.

Good evening folks my apologies, this is more comedic then angsty, hope you enjoyed though I will redeem myself.

[beejunos]

SINNERMAN | Alastor x f.reader | part 1.

Summary: After Sir Pentious's failed attempt at spying on the hotel, the Vees approach you to make a new deal—a deal that you can't refuse. Help them take down Alastor, and you will get to kill him again.

After all, the great butcher of New Orleans had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. And you would love to do it again.

Tags: Alastor x f!reader, slow burn, obsessive behaviour, enemies to lovers, spying, murder

PART 1. | AO3 | PART 2.

Chapter 1. The Deal

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Hell was not just a place where souls who had done horrific things with pleasure went, but also with people who had done appalling things out of necessity. Murderers, thieves, abusers and, growing more in numbers every year, politicians - hell was not a place for the weak-minded, but sometimes a human could be pushed into such acts, not because they themselves were more inclined to such behaviour, but because circumstance could turn anyone into a bloodthirsty killer.

You were one of those people.

Condemned to Hell for an eternity for a crime that you still believed to be justifiable. After all, the great butcher of New Orleans killed your brother, so it was only fair that you killed him in return.

"I told you it was a bad idea to pick that idiot to spy on the hotel. Did you honestly think it would work?" said Velvet without looking up from her phone. She was typing something with rapid-fire as she blew a bubble with her pink gum. It made a big popping sound that seemed to echo in the living room, making Vox clench his fist so as not to destroy the desk again. They had just replaced the last desk after he had dug his claws into it and left deep and long marks in the wood, and he did not feel like getting yelled at again for ruining the decor.

Vox counted to ten slowly backwards before he turned around from the monitors to look at the short woman. She was sitting curled up on the sofa before him, dressed in luxurious loungewear with hearts all over it. Valentino was sitting stretched out right beside her, his arm casually on the backrest. He was on his phone as well and did not look up when Vox came closer, but Vox could see that he was also irritated by Velvet's comment from the slight twitching of his right eye.

"Well, Velvet, my dear," Vox said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I don't remember you having a better idea, but please, if you do, share it with the group."

Vox stopped walking as he reached the sofa, hands behind his back, and leaned down in front of the female sinner to force her to look at him. He had never been good with others ignoring him, and Velvet was taking her sweet time finishing her text before she even looked up from her phone. When she met his eyes, electricity was firing between his antennas, filling the air with static noise.

She just sighed before she picked up her phone again and started typing.

"You picked an idiot; that's why your plan didn't work. Little Miss Sunshine will believe anyone; just pick a smarter spy next time," said Velvet in her heavy British accent, popping another bubble with her gum. Vox's irritation grew with every word she uttered, and for a moment, he entertained the thought of grabbing her phone and throwing it out the window.

"And who do you suggest we'll ask?"

It took Velvet a few more seconds of searching before she found a decent photo, and then she turned her phone and showed Vox who she had in mind. The photo was old and blurry, with its subject in the distance, but it was still possible to distinguish who was in the picture. Vox turned his piercing gaze from Velvet down to her phone and quickly stepped back.

"You can't be serious!"

"Who?" said Valentino, now interested, as Vox started to pace the room. Velvet turned her phone towards the moth demon, and he reared back in alarm. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you even know how expensive she is?"

"So what? If you want the job done well, then pay a fucking professional," stated Velvet as if it was apparent.

"Professional? She runs a PR firm! Glorified party whores. Why the fuck should she be the spy?" cried Valentino, throwing his arms in the air. The gesture would have made anyone in his studio flinch, waiting for an impact, but Velvet sat rooted in her seat. She was used to the man's physical displays of anger by now but never feared them since he would never dare lay a hand on her. She lifted one of her eyebrows and continued with her argument:

"Didn't you see the fucking joke of an interview the princess did on the news? The hotel has a serious marketing problem. Everyone thinks it's a joke! What if the princess had someone to help her with the marketing and networking? Someone she would trust wholeheartedly, and that person worked secretly for us? It would be the best fucking spy! Not a guest but a staff member who could manipulate everything from the inside. We would know everything. A staff member would also be with the princess all the time and could keep an eye out for Alastor to make sure that no deal is made!"

Valentino groaned loudly before throwing his phone on the coffee table. He knew that Velvet's argument was good; he just did not like how expensive it would become if they went with it. There was a reason only the top of the elite of hell hired this PR firm, and it wasn't just for the public relations part. Rumours were travelling around the underground networks that you also dealt with some shady businesses, but who weren’t in this town?

"Can't we just kill them ourselves? I still want to shoot someone," mumbled Valentino, knowing none of his partners would accept the idea.

"And what? Piss of Lucifer for attacking his daughter? We could just piss on our own graves instead! If we pay her, we know she will get the job done; after all, you've heard the rumours, right?"

"What rumours?" snarled Valentino, sinking deeper into the sofa. His night was now officially ruined.

"No one hates Alastor more than she does."

"Well, that's not new! Half the city hates the old-timey prick." Vox, who had been pacing back and forth deep in his thoughts, abruptly stopped and turned around to look at Velvet. He also highly doubted anyone could hate the radio demon more than he did, but that was beside the point.

"So, let's use that to our advantage," said Velvet, growing more frustrated by the minute, "She is bound to at least be interested in the job if we can convince her to take down Alastor with us."

It wasn't a dumb idea, which annoyed Vox the most. However, his desire to take down Alastor outweighed any concerns for costs. He was prepared to cut his own leg off with a rusty saw if it meant he could take down the demon that plagued his very existence.

Vox sighed and crossed his arms in front of him, effectively giving up on arguing against Velvet.

"Okay, how do we contact her?"

On the opposite side of the entertainment district, where the Vees residence was located, was a small part of the pride ring where the older architecture still stood. The sinners who lived there were usually the ones who had stayed in hell the longest, many of whom had lived during the 18th and 19th centuries. There were fewer flashing lights and billboards in this part of town, but that did not mean that the sinners who lived there were anti-technology—for the most part.

That was why you liked living in this part of Pride, being from the early 20th century yourself. There were no loud noises, and during the night, you would, on more occasions than not, get a good night's sleep. Compared to the entertainment district, where no one seemed to sleep ever.

Your PR firm was located on the top floor of an old Gothic Revival building in the centre of this district. With its intricate stone details and towering spires, the building could feel almost cluttered and overwhelming on the outside. However, the rooms were spacious and elegant, with large stained-glass windows that cast colourful lights throughout the building.

You loved your office building and its moody exterior and interior. It made you feel like a character in one of the gothic novels that you had only learned to appreciate after your death. You could also argue that the whole thing had been influenced by the fact that when you had died and woken up in hell, your soul had taken the form of a bat. Reminding you of the book Dracula that your mother had loved so much, but that was irrelevant.

Walking around dusty old stone buildings, surrounding yourself with heavy wooden furniture and thick dark fabrics worked much better with the wings, big pointy ears, claws, and razor-sharp teeth you had now.

You had tried in the beginning to surround yourself with things that reminded you of the time you had been alive, but as time ticked on and the years went by, you could not help but leave most of the 20s and 30s behind and welcome the new ages, and all their inventions and quirks, with somewhat open arms. Your youngest assistant, a young sinner named Claudine, who died at the age of 25 in 2015, talked a lot about how similar social media in hell was to when she was alive, but considering the things she liked to show you, social media was one of the inventions you did not have any interests in. Your people could handle it for you instead, and if the three overlords that had strolled into your office like they owned the building were running the biggest tech and social media company in pride, you would happily leave that responsibility to Claudine.

Vox, Velvet, and Valentino were indeed a sight to behold. A poor sight for you. Their fashion and colourful clothing clashed horribly with your moss-green couch.

It was always a satisfying experience to observe new customers arrive at your office. However, this time, you could not help but wish they would just leave.

You put down the silver tray you held, with all the teacups and the teapot, on your mahogany coffee table and sat in the armchair on the opposite side of the sofa. Slowly, you started to pour the tea from the pot into the small and thin teacups before handing the first to Velvet. 

"Suger?" you asked, opening the lid to the sugar bowl. 

"Yes, please," she said, putting two sugar cubes in her tea. The smaller sinner grabbed one of the tiny spoons before she started to stir her tea, making the spoon hit the side of the teacup. The clinking sound seemed to bounce around the room endlessly. She may not have the most refined manners, according to you, but you suspected that she was the one who had wanted to see you in the first place since she was the one who was behaving the best.

"I must say, I was quite surprised when my assistant said that the Vees were waiting in my office." You took one sip of your tea that had one sugar cube and a dash of milk in it. "It is not often that I get these types of unplanned visits unless someone is in dire need of their reputation being saved, and last time I checked, you three had your own PR team." 

"We are here because we are interested in your more niche skill sets." 

Now, that was far more interesting. You had a sense that the Vees were not here for what your company offered on the outside but more for what you could provide that was strictly off the records. 

You looked over at Vox, who had spoken. Waiting for him to continue. 

It did not take the sinner long to tell you their plan and why they had decided to contact you specifically. Hell was filled with sinners and demons who said they specialised in espionage or assassinations, and although they could get the job done, more often than not, these "professionals" would leave long traces of evidence behind, which didn't matter in the end since hell did not have any justice system to speak of, but if you wanted to be undetected, it wasn't the best solution. However, you took your job seriously and worked with the utmost discretion, which led to you now holding almost the same amount of power as any overlord in pride. The big difference between you and the other overlords was that your capabilities were mostly unknown, and that's how you wanted it. It made it easier for you to work in the shadows. To hunt and kill without anyone knowing they were being hunted.

Only two overlords, Carmilla Carmine and Zestial, knew of your strengths and often hired you to deal with others they did not have time for or wanted to make time for. Yet, if the Vees knew about this side of your work, that meant the information about your skill sets was being spread around a bit more frequently than you wanted it. But that didn't worry you too much since you could always have Claudine and Earl fix it in just a few days.

"That is not a small task you have asked of me. To take down another demon is one thing, but to take down an overlord? Who also works for the princess? Now, why would I ever do that?" 

"We're not asking you to take down the princess. Only Alastor," said Velvet, putting a hand on Vox's arm. The man had started leaning forward unconsciously, his fists closing up with every second. 

Alastor. There was no man on earth or in hell that you hated more, and you would gladly watch him bleed to death, forgotten and alone in the forest again. After all, he had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. But things had changed. He now possessed a form of power that you had never seen in another sinner in all your years in hell, and it made you pause. You knew that as soon as he found out what you had done, he would avenge his death, and you were not sure that you would survive that. So you stayed in the shadows, bidding your time. 

"Either way, we are not asking you to take him down alone. We want you to ensure no deal is struck between that radio freak and the princess. Find his weaknesses and help us take him down." Vox had the sort of manic look about him that you only saw in souls who were consumed by their obsessions, making him unreliable and reckless. But a deal like this did not come to you often, the type of deal that made you believe that you could kill Alastor again, and you never looked a gift horse in the mouth.

"Very well, I will help you, but it will cost you. Five hundred souls."

"Dea-"

You did not let Vox finish before saying, "Each."

"Each? Bitch, are you out of your mind?" roared Valentino, who had been quiet up till now. Even if the other Vees did not start shouting like the moth daemon, they were equally shocked and angered by your demand.

"My prices have always been high. Take it or leave it." You looked over at Vox, staring him down. You knew he would be the first to crack and agree to your demands. Velvet may have been the driving force that had led the Vees to your office, but she was still too rational and would start to bargain with you. Vox would sooner or later let his obsession win, making him agree to your deal.

"Do we have a deal?" You reached out your hand to Vox, trying to corner him and push him into a contract with you.

Before Velvet or Valentino had the chance to stop him, Vox shot forward and took your hand, and as he uttered the words that would sign their contract, an eerie green light filled the room. Cracks travelled up the walls all around you as the howling of hunting dogs travelled with the wind that started to blow in the office. Large shadows of the hunting dogs began to grow on the walls, their red eyes fixing the Vees in their places and right as the dogs would pause and devour the sinners on your sofa, the green light dissolved, and all that was left was the four of you in your office.

"Always a pleasure doing business with new customers," you chuckled, letting your sinister smile dance on your lips.

[autisticgayplushie]

all nine of the stretch goal designs for this campaign - I am not sure how many goals we will be able to reach but there will come a point where I won't be able to do any more goals unless I get fulfillment help, so we'll see if it gets to that point and if I can get help! below the cut are the names, info, and artist statements for each plushie! I may end up changing the names as I am still not sure about ash, sandy, kelly, and luca, but let me know if you like them!

Tristan The Depression Raccoon: Tristan’s plushie will come with a removable hoodie accessory! He loves cozy video games like animal crossing and stardew valley. There are not many widely used symbols for depression that I could find, so I chose Tristan's colors based on how my depression makes me feel, bruised and cold.

Ash the Anxiety Bunny Moth: Ash’s plushie will have fluffy moth antennae and removable magnetic wings similar to Bug’s plush! They love to visit the home depot lights section when their friends are with them! I chose gray and yellow for the main body colors because my anxiety personally deals with uncertainty and things out of my control. The green comes from one of the anxiety flags created by Beyond MOGAI. To add moth features was a suggestion I got that I thought fit very well!! 

Sandy the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Kitty: Sandy is an artist and loves to draw and paint landscapes! Her wings will be attached via magnet, similar to Bug’s wings. The colors of her design are based on the OCD flag created by lucellion, with spirals in her paws to represent repetitive thought processes.

Melon the Sensory Processing Disorder Opossum: Melon is a silly opossum who has bat wings! Melon’s wings will be attached via magnet, similar to Bug’s wings. Melon’s colors are inspired by the SPD pride flag created by Beyond MOGAI.

Jazz the Borderline Personality Disorder Kitty: Jazz is a tortoiseshell kitty that loves to read!! Jazz’s plush will come with a pvc charm of the hand of Eris symbol for you to put on xer collar if you choose! The colors are loosely based on the BPD flag created with community input by ptsdsafe on tumblr.

Kelly the Schizospec Axolotl: kelly is an axolotl who is studying chemistry and loves science! kelly’s design is inspired by the Schizospec flag, created with community input and organized by schizosupport on tumblr. They will have a collar tag once again made of PVC featuring the associated double sided arrow symbol.

Em the Bipolar Disorder Chimera: Em is a chimera kitty who has dragon wings and a snake tail! One side of the snake tail is smiling, the other frowning. This takes inspiration from the :): symbol often associated with Bipolar disorder.

Cy the Irritable Bowel Syndrome Otter: Cy is a happy little otter griffin! They love to sculpt and craft and sew! Cy’s color pallet is based on the assortment of medications I take for my own IBS symptoms.

Luca the Dyslexia Fox: Luca is a dancer and loves to perform! Their design and colors are loosely based on the infinity heart+ moon and star symbol that is often found on dyslexia flags. they will have L and R embroidered on their paws, which was a suggestion I was given.

[itostea]

about you (rin x reader)

warnings: grumpy x sunshine!!! childhood friends to lovers, reader is delulu, image from our secret alliance

a/n: i had to title the fic about you since it was playing in the bg 😭😭

Being a teenage girl meant a few things. Consuming random content about silly romances and squealing over pixels; experimenting with make-up at 3 a.m; screaming at the top of your lungs to songs about heartbreak.

It also meant going delusional over your crush. In your situation, crush means your childhood friend, Rin Itoshi. Though he wasn’t yours. Not yet at least.

“Rinnie!” you greet him, not noticing the looks of bewilderment from his team. He’s calm, unlike his teammates or who he commonly refers to as npcs in his messages with you.

You already told him over the phone that you were going to visit him for a while. And to your surprise, he offered his place for you to stay at—telling you that it wasn’t a big deal since the house was too big for one person.

You think you must’ve saved a kingdom in your past life from how fortunate you’ve been lately. Like how even now, you were to manage to land early enough to visit him at practice. You’re so ecstatic that his team thinks you might be glowing.

“I found some sandwiches on my way here! You want some? Here let me go to you!” You chirp, running freely so freely that you don’t even notice the ball beneath your feet. Your ears pick up a few warnings and the sound of multiple footsteps. Yet your body picks up the feeling of a pair of strong arms and the familiar scent you’ve grown to love.

Disbelief washes over his team as they see how Rin quickly moved to catch you and their mouths are left open when they see him actually being gentle. You laugh awkwardly as you peer up at Rin who just sighs. “Idiot.”

“Hello to you too Rinnie,” you chuckle, letting him take your bag from you.

He frowns, seeing how the bags were piled with sandwiches. “Don’t call me that here. And why’d you buy so much?”

“For your team of course!”

“Why the hell would you spend your money on these shitheads—“

“Now c’mon Rinrin,” a deep voice snickers and you’re startled at the pair of pink hues that stare down at you. Your lips part, eying his tanned skin and hair of shades of blonde with pink streaks. “If a pretty lady’s offering to feed ya, you gotta say thank you right?”

“I didn’t ask you, antennaed freak. And stop calling me that.”

“Lighten up,” he grins, shifting his attention to you.

Your eyes widened in recognition, hands reaching to grab Rin’s arm—moving it so you could pull a wrapped sandwich out. “You must be Shidou right? I’m—“

“(Name) right? Heard all about you from this guy.” He takes the sandwich from, his hands purposely lingering on your palm.

Rin’s fast to shove Shidou’s hand off of yours. “Hands off.”

“What? You gonna make me?”

“You picking a fight—?“

“Rinnie talks about me?” You beam, ignoring the tension in the air. His teal-colored eyes widened, as if suddenly caught. You don’t let him stop you, instead making your way in between them to beam at Shidou. “What does he say?”

Shidou blinks, lips falling into a wide grin. “I might tell you if you let me take you ou—“

“Cut it out,” Rin’s voice interrupts, his eyes twitching in irritation.

“Are they good things?” You question, ignoring Rin’s look of exasperation.

“You bet. He talks about how pretty your eyes are and how he wants to kiss—“

“No I don’t,” your friend retorted sternly, sighing as he saw the hearts that were forming in your eyes. His hues take a moment to scan your appearance, noticing how you spent some time touching up. “You look different.”

“He means you look cute. Right Rinrin?” Shidou provokes.

“Really? That’s great because I’m trying to impress Rinnie right now!”

Both men watch in silence. You’re sure the whole field just heard that but Rin thinks you’re too oblivious to notice—sighing when you blink as a couple of his teammates give you a thumbs up as motivation.

Rin feels himself growing warm, red dusting his cheeks. He glances at you—how you smile so brightly at him. Only him. For a second, he forgets about the people around him, merely focusing on the way you grin at him. He would’ve enjoyed this moment longer if not for a shit-eating grin appearing next to him.

“Oh? Are you blushing Rin—?”

“Shut up antennaed freak,” he huffs, pulling on your arm. Rin’s eyes flit to you and how you eagerly anticipate his next move. He sighs. “We’re leaving.”

“We are? W-Wait the sandwiches!” You yelp, setting the basket on the ground as he drags you away from his team—his grip surprisingly gentle despite its firmness. You gesture at the basket, waving at his team who seem to be more bewildered at the sight of Rin pulling you away.

You smile as he opens his car door, ushering you in with a grunt. “Did you take a taxi here?”

“That’s right! Why? Did you want to pick me up instead?” you chirp.

He enters the driver’s seat, ignoring your question in his usual manner. He’s already reaching forthe seatbelt besides you, buckling you in—his scent filling your senses. Oddly enough, Rin doesn’t hear any playful remarks leaving your lips. Instead, he’s face-to-face with pursed lips and an expression that’s unmistakably embarrassment.

Oh shit, he thinks. Not again. That feeling swelling in his stomach returns, suffocating the car with tension. You’re not given much time to dwell on the pink that dusts his cheeks momentarily as he’s already reaching for his phone. “Here.”

The tension’s forgotten and it’s hard to slow your rapid heartbeat. You blink rapidly, your lips falling into a big grin once you realize his intentions. “I thought you hated my ‘lukewarm love songs.’”

“I never said that.”

“Oh? So you do like them!”

“I never said that either. Just take my phone already or else I’ll get mad. My arm’s hurting, idiot.”

“Liar. I know you like me too much to get mad,” you muse, taking his phone to open Spotify. You’re already humming to the first song that plays.

He knows you’re teasing but it’s hard to brush off the comment. Rin’s lips twitch, finding it amusing that some parts of you stayed the same since you two were children. You were always clinging onto him—making him listen to your random delusions or listen to you sob about some silly romance novel.

He knows you like stupid tropes about enemies to lovers and your strange obsession with sharing a bed. He knows that you have strange tastes and he’s never pass on making fun of you for that. He knows you like those cringey couple nicknames because they make you laugh. He also knows he doesn’t have a single romantic bone in him but for once, he doesn’t mind doing what the poets do.

You’re still humming, oblivious to what kind of thoughts linger in his brain. He hums. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Right about what?” You ask, bemused at his sudden comment. He’s quiet, a ghost of a smirk on his face. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that About You by The 1975 is playing but the atmosphere makes you catch on far too quickly.

“Oh my god,” you say too quickly. “Rinnie do you like me? Rinnie? Stop the car! Rinnie tell me!”

Your constant pleading does little to dissuade him as he laughs silently to himself—the sight rare even for you. “You do! You do! You like me!”

“Shut up or else I’m taking the phone away.”

“That’s mean! Wait a minute, that means we’re dating now right? Does that mean I can call you pookie wookiee—?”

“No.”

“Oh you didn’t say no to us dating! You can’t take it back!”

He sighs again, smiling softly. Feelings are weird, Rin thinks. They’re even weirder when confronted but he doesn’t mind doing that when it’s for you. He sighs for the nth time.

“Idiot. Why would I take that back? You said it yourself. I like you too much.”

The car’s silent and About You is still playing. It’s silent and Rin can’t resist glancing over at you, his eyes widening slightly. He suddenly understands why you go so crazy for those books and shows of yours—the ones about love. Since seeing you wear such an expression is enough to make him realize that love isn’t so bad after all.

[superstarz9]

So y’all fw Mr. Puzzles hcs?

Cause I got some :]

So canonically, based off the emerging movements he makes going from tv mode to ‘normal’ mode and the appearance of his arms/legs, there isn’t much of Puzzles that’s human anymore. The closest things he may have left is his heart and lungs (since he smokes, but that’s also a stretch).

While I prefer the idea thar he smokes, I like to think that he only holds the cigarette and pretends to smoke with a small smoke machine in the back, since the cig isn’t actually lit in the scene (not on purpose, of course).

As a kid, he was inspired to smoke from the old cigarette ads in cartoons (like the Flintstones Winston commercial).

He loves cooking shows and remaking the recipes, but he can’t eat. For a relationship hc (platonic or romantic), he’d probably love making food for you and get feedback on his cooking (eg, more spices, cook more/less, different recommendations). And compliments, of course. Always gotta compliment the chef, after all.

Body-wise (and this one might be kinda gross cause of minor body horror so skip if not comfortable), since we’ve established that there isn’t anything organic anymore about his body, he probably looks like a wire version of muscle anatomy. He’s very self-conscious about this, and tries to hide it the best of his abilities (long clothes, wrapping his arms to keep his shirt in place, the gloves). To add, his brain is probably a unique motherboard with wires surrounding it like a brain.

He sees and hears through the antennas, and makes sure to keep then aligned as much as possible. If one of them is slightly bent out of their usual shape, things look and sound very broken, like your vision going in and out. To add, the top dial changes the channel from his expressions to a specific show, and the lower dial adjusts his volume.

Technically canon but he has heterochromia! His right eye is dark brownish and his left is light blue. (He has homophobia in his eyes 😔 /j /ref)

We already know he stims lets bffr.

My friend’s hc: His angry/scary/humanoid face is parts of his original face, as well as the face that glitches during the movie’s end (I stg I know where that face is from. I wanna say Jack Stauber but I know it’s some kind of claymation. Speaking of Jack Stauber, Mr. Puzzles kinda gives Mirror Man vibes, y’know?).

Since he’s not as human anymore, he doesn’t get sick normally. However, he can get versions of illnesses through similar methods. He can overheat and power off on hot days, and he’s probably not great in rain. His signal also jams when it rains, so he’d constantly be bumping into stuff and wouldn’t be able to control the channels properly (I say control the channels cause idk what else to call it but that thing he does in the movie where he runs all the channels in his head and stuff. His head’s still a fully functional tv after all). If he’s shocked with lighting or smth, he’ll lose his signal, which is his equivalent of going into a coma.

Speaking of rain, he’ll try his best to be on top of the weather and carry an umbrella. However, if he doesn’t have actors for the weather channel and is preoccupied with other projects, he’ll be stuck at the studio waiting out the storm. Relationship hcs for this can be rlly funny. You’d catch him all bitter about the sudden rain as he stands by the door waiting for a cab or smth. If you pull out an umbrella, he’s turn into an absolute drama queen. “Oh, it’s such a TRAVESTY! This HORRIBLE rain just WON’T lighten up! Oh, if only there was someone so kind and caring who’d share their umbrella with me!” You could a) not share the umbrella and receive an even more bitter Puzzles, b) insist on holding the umbrella and have him walk with you awkwardly, or c) give him the umbrella but he holds it so high that you still get wet.

Despite his hatred for the rain, it’s one of the few things he can still enjoy about his humanity. Being a bunch of wires and other tech, he can’t feel anything, just being numb, minus a light electrical pulse, similar to a heart beat. He can’t feel specific textures but can grab and roughly identify objects. However, he can feel the rain and how different it is from other things, and it reconnects him with the real world. For any Steven Universe fans, it’s like Peridot stepping out into the rain for the first time, but more somber.

If he’s out in the rain one day, he’s sick the next. When he sneezes, his screen goes static-y for the moment.

When he sleeps, he has a black screen with the small “sleep mode” pop-up in the corner. He’s also a very light sleeper.

When he zones out, it’s the Puzzlevision logo bouncing across the screen as a screen-saver.

Aight that’s all I got right now. If this does well I’ll post some more!

[in1-nutshell]

Hello, I have beeb following your account for some time and is one of my favorites, I am always looking forward for reading or rereading your content.

I would like to request for more dinobot buddy and Bumblebee please, maybe when they finally confesses or Bee being so oblivious that is almost painfully for the rest of the bots.

Thank you so much!

Thanks for the compliment! Happy to hear the positive things about my content.

Hope you enjoy!

Dinobot Buddy with a crush on Bumblebee: The pinning continues...

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Cybertronian reader

G1

Buddy as of lately began making ‘bolder moves’.

And by bolder moves, she was just making the same ‘moves’ but adding trinkets to the list.

She would find random things on patrol, on missions, or around the base and give them to Bumblebee.

The minibot now has a couple shelves dedicated to the trinkets because he doesn’t throw them out.

Primus help her if she finds him showing the trinkets off.

Bumblebee showing a couple of shiny rocks to Hound and Jazz. Bumblebee: “I just don’t know where she finds these things! Oh wait look at this one! She brought it in a couple of nights ago!” Buddy was walking by but stopped hearing the minibots voice. Bumblebee pulls out a rubber duck with little bee antennas: “Just look this!” Hound and Jazz look at the duck before seeing Buddy ‘hiding’ behind the corner with literal heart optics. She sighed quietly before practically skipping away. Jazz flashing Hound a knowing smile: “Yeah, sure is a pretty little thing, ain’t she?” Bumblebee nodding: “Yeah, it’s a pretty nice duck!” Hound raising his optic: “And what about Buddy? Are you going to get her something?” Bumblebee: “Well, yeah! The holiday’s are just around the corner. Anything for my best friend!” Jazz and Hound: “…”

There was also an increase in free Dino rides.

Sometimes he doesn’t even need to ask, Buddy would just go right by his side and either lay down by him or simply pick him up.

Buddy becomes extra protective when they have patrol or missions together.

Refuses to let him go too far from reach.

Bumblebee looking from the ledge of the cliff: “I think there’s something down there.” Buddy nervously looking at Bumblebee near the edge: “Bumblebee…” Spike on Bumblebee’s servo: “You think you can jump to the other side Bee?” Buddy looks horrified at the little human while the other bot started thinking. Bumblebee: “Hmm—HEY!” Buddy gently claps her jaws on his shoulder and yanks him back. The yellow minibot lands on his behind right by her side. Spike jumps from his servos. Bumblebee: “Buddy!” Buddy just sits down next to him, with her tail curled halfway around him: “You too close. You could fall.” She points with her tail to the ledge. Buddy: “Weak edge. Heavy autobot.” Bumblebee: “Huh, didn’t notice that. Thanks Buddy!” Spike: “Yeah thanks! We might have been pancakes if it weren’t for you!” Buddy puffs her chassis a bit and purrs a bit when Bumblebee pats her helm.

Most of the Autobot’s have two main drama’s.

The one they see on Teletran-one.

And Buddy’s love life.

The Dinobot team are banging their helms against the wall at their teammates attempt to court.

Grimlock is dying on the inside.

He truly respect’s his teammates boundaries and personal life… but even he has his limits when it comes to meddling.

Action needs to be taken.

Grimlock calls for an emergency meeting with the Autobots. Optimus: “Grimlock! Why have you called us here?” Ratchet: “What a minute, Buddy and Bumblebee are not here yet.” Grimlock: “Meets start now.” Prowl: “Grimlock why are we here?” Grimlock: "Me Grimlock tired of Buddy weak flirting. Autobots and Dinobot’s must act.” Wheeljack: “Did…did you just call an emergency meeting… because Buddy hasn’t confessed to Bumblebee yet?” Grimlock: “It was this or Me Grimlock going to get Doc bot to fix Buddy’s helm. It broken.” Ratchet sighing: “Grimlock, she isn’t broken—” Grimlock: “Then why she like this! It killing me Grimlock! It killing everybody!” Tracks: “Well, he isn’t wrong on the slow burn…” Hoist: “Tracks now it is not the time…” Huffer: “And how do we know Bumblebee feels the same way anyway? For all we know he just like her as a friend.” Swoop: “What if Bumble bot and Buddy go on date?” Mirage: “Like we set them up?” Wheeljack: “…That might work!” Powerglide: “I know plenty of places for a perfect date night! I’ll get them a place in no time!” Jazz turning to Blaster: “We can make a playlist for the two!” Blaster: “I already have ten songs picked out!” Grimlock: “Then we get ready! Autobot get Bumble bot and Dinobot get Buddy! Date night is a go!”

Optimus shakes his helm a bit but just watches the planning unfold.

Maybe a little help would do good for the pair…

[bimobuddy]

how ticklish is soft Val?

if very, what about Vox tickles HIM this time?

Very, and he loves it

So for a bit of context, I hc that Soft!Val has both antenna. It's not specified how canon!Val lost the plumage on one side, but I'm pretty sure it is canon that he did have both at one point, so I'm just gonna go ahead and create a Soft!Val au where he kept both, and doesn't wear his wings like a coat, thank you

This is kind of short, sorry ^^"

Softie

coming up with titles is fun /s

CW: Restraints and suggestive jokes, but nothing explicit happens

Lee!Val, Ler!Vox

Summary: Val asked for this (I didn't know what else to write, I'm sorry, it's just affection basically)

Val tugged at his wrists, experimentally. "You know, if you wanted to have sex, you could have just said so." He joked. He felt the bed dip in as Vox sat next to him.

"The cuffs are for my safety, dumbass," the host replied, delivering a sharp poke to the side, "You have four arms and you're twice my size. Not to mention you tend to thrash, and I can easily get tossed across the room. Plus, I just got my screen repaired. This shit isn't cheap."

Vox reached up and removed Val's heart shaped glasses, folding them carefully and setting them aside. He didn't want them to get broken. He also didn't miss the way Val had leaned his head forward a bit, craving the touch. So he fully cupped his cheeks and held his face.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Val nuzzled his face into Vox's hand for a bit. "Mhm." He hummed in confirmation.

With that, Vox let go of his partner's face and hovered his fingers under Val's lower set of arms, smirking when the moth tensed up. Looking up, the host could see that he was already grinning, head turned away and eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

Well he couldn't keep him waiting, could he?

He could, actually.

A few moments went by before Val opened his eyes and saw his asshole of a boyfriend grinning back at him, just hovering his hands over him.

"Vox!"

"Yes~?"

"Juhust start! .. Please?"

Vox chuckled. "Well, since you asked so nicely~" He started to make a clawing motion, lowering his hands closer and closer to his sides.. Before suddenly reaching up and running Val's fluffy antennae through his fingers, instead. "Gotcha~"

Val jolted and immediately broke out into frantic giggles from how wound up he had been from the anticipation. "Jahahackass!" His cheeks heated up, and his antenna reflexively tried to fold back, the same way an animal would fold its ears.

"Poor Vally-Val, you're so ticklish aren't you?" Vox teased, moving one clawed hand down to skitter at the ribs between Val's sets of arms, causing him to jerk away. "And you love it, don't you? You love having my attention. You love being able to just laugh like this, don't you?"

He brought both hands down to gently scritch down his sides, grinning as Val arched his back and started actually laughing.

Val was shaking his head, the teasing making him incredibly flustered. "Shh- hahahaha! Shuhuhut uhup! Dohon't tahahalk!" He giggled out, his antennae fully folded back now. His wings had even started to softly flutter against the bed underneath him.

"Oh you want me to stop talking? You want me to just tickle you in complete silence like a weirdo?" Vox chuckled, skittering across Val's tummy, making him squeak and press himself back into the bed.

"You don't want me to say things like 'tickle tickle tickle tickle~?'"

"Nohoho!"

"What about, 'gitchy gitchy goo~?'"

"Vohohox!"

"Not even," Vox leaned in closer, whispering, "tkltkltkltkltkl-"

Val's cheeks went red as he tried to jerk away, laughing harder from how flustered he was.

Vox gently dug his fingers under his upper set of arms, chuckling a little when the moth tried to yank his arms down, only for them to be stopped by the restraints. "Wow, I think the teasing makes you extra ticklish, honey. Does it? Do you get extra tickly when I tease you?"

Val was giggling hard, all four of his arms pulling now as he arched his back up off the bed. "Vohohox! Yohou're beheing mehean!"

"You think I'm being mean? Baby, this is mean." The TV demon reached back and gently kneaded his claws into Val's hip bones, right into where they dipped in.

Val let out the loudest squeal Vox had ever heard and started to beat his wings and drum his legs against the bed, cackling.

"AH! HAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCK Y- GIHIVE! STOHOP!"

Vox did as he was asked and pulled his hands away. As Val went limp, panting and giggling, he reached up and cupped his cheek again. "You alright?" He asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure.

Val nodded, once again leaning his head into the touch, nuzzling his partner's hand, occasionally letting out moth-like squeaks that made Vox's heart melt. "I'm great."

The host set to work, releasing Val's wrists, only to immediately get latched onto and yanked down for cuddles, practically swallowed up by two large, red wings.

He dimmed his screen for Val's sake, and relaxed, knowing they'd be laying there for a while.

[qwertzze]

Solid 8 hours yessss

I should really work on Art Fight but yesterday's (uhh two days ago now as it's 1am whoops) itft vid really made me joyous

Soap with wings is a side effect of me trying to incorporate her rag in the design, and it looked enough like a wing to make it so. Really only drew Soap because I feel like it's a waste to just not draw a character from an object show I draw for so often

That's kind of a mini Fourteen gijinka as well, a more fem spin on it ig. Whimsy ♡

Star, Heart and Bottle Cap are one-off characters, I just wanted to draw the two things I always doodle with one of my fav concepts for an object ☆

Tau and Pi are kind of just representing the two sides of who I am right now. I feel shitty and have no idea what my gender is, and I am so fed up with my own whining about it.

Irrationals as a whole for me have aquatic features added to them. It started with me adding whiskers on Tau to match Pi's little antenna things. From there, it just reminded me of a cat fish, so..

Example of how I doodle the other Irrationals. And 9 + 6.

Kind of a 360 of my objectsona. I didn't use the actual clipboard they're based on for this, just my memory. Mm I'm tired but I'll still try to type out some of the ideas somewhat showcased

Drawn on face, it doesn't move. That's just a thing I do in sketches for ease of expression. When he (I?) want to change it out, just draw another one in place

Arms come from inside the compartment paper is kept in. That's another thing I'll have to sketch out to esplain, but the clipboard opens, and I guess that's where the organs would be

I drew that Zero because I would not be 37 in a bfb world. I would be a Zero, as someone has to be, statistically

No other notes. I just uhh I love hourglass itft

[shdo-xplosion]

Hi Dove❤️ welcome to tumblr!! For your event, I’d love to read aizawa and prompt 7🖤

eeeeeeek thank you! this is one of my favorite prompts with one of my favorite characters! and i got VERY carried away with it. oopsie!

7. 🖤 MONSTERFUCKING • s. aizawa

alien!aizawa, size difference, humanoid features but still monsterfucking, womb-fucking, belly bulge, oviposition, drugs (his alien spit has a sedative in it or something)

When you’d agreed to be part of the research group, this is not what you had in mind. Blood tests? Sure. New drugs to be a guinea pig for? Why not. Spreading your legs for an alien specimen, though? How the hell did this even happen?

You’d been promised a lot of money, is how it happened. A lot of money and a photo of a not entirely horrible looking creature from a world or two away. Aizawa.

He doesn’t speak, which is fine, just towers over you with blacked out eyes, inhuman tongue slithering out of his mouth every once in a while to dab at your pulse point, only emphasizing how fast your heart is beating with him on top of you.

You’re safe. You think. You’re being supervised through a window, not entirely alone. It would bother some people, but your standards for sex went out the window way before this. You’d prefer this metal lab table to the gravel behind the bar from your college town.

Smooth, thick digits are buried inside your cunt, feel more like your silicone toys than any human finger or dick you’ve ever taken, but it’s not bad. His hands are huge, fingers impossibly long, and the way he’s touching you makes you feel like he’s the one doing the research here. Impossible to tell what he’s thinking, though.

His body is mostly human-like in terms of shape. A head, a torso, two arms, two legs, et cetera, but there’s no denying he’s anything but. For one, he’s enormous, at least twice the size of an actual human. His flesh is… cold and dense, rigid, muscle packed into different groups to ensure he can move in ways you’ve never seen before. The black mop on top of his head is impossible to describe. Hair? Sensors? A million antennae? You don’t know for sure, but you’ve mostly stopped worrying about that in favor of focusing on what’s hanging between his legs.

That is 100% an alien cock. In size and shape and… function. There’s no use comparing to what you’ve seen before because the only thing that’s similar about it is that it’s vaguely shaped with the purpose of sliding into some kind of hole. In this case, your pussy. Even with his fingers doing a strange, meticulous job of stretching you out, you don’t know how he’ll fit.

Then it sort of clicks into place when he leans up and slips his long tongue into your mouth, secreting something sweet from it that makes you feel boneless.

Oh. So this might be a problem.

He moves his fingers a little more aggressively inside of your body, adding another and another. You can feel your body stretching, feel the sting that comes with, but you don’t mind for some reason, like even if you were scared or angry, all you’re capable of feeling in the moment is contentment.

The initial press of his cockhead to your entrance almost jolts you from whatever high state you’re in, but Aizawa rests a hand on the side of your face and softly pushes a finger into your mouth, and you find yourself sucking at it, tasting the same sweet sedative he had given you before.

You can’t make a sound as he pushes into you, leaning his hips forward as his huge cock bullies your walls open. You suck in a deep breath, tears falling from the corners of your eyes, but it doesn’t hurt. You know it’s supposed to. You know it will. But it doesn’t. It’s almost like the tears and air are being pushed from your body in a feeble attempt to make more room for him. All you’ve taken is his tip and you already feel like you’re going to burst.

You also feel like you’re going to run out of fluid with how wet you are, pouring slick all over his length where you lay spread for him. You can’t read any facial expressions or even the look in his eyes, but something about the way his head lifts and those endless eyes reflect your sweaty face… you think he might be satisfied with the effect he’s having on your body.

Aizawa starts thrusting shallowly, slowly working you open, stretching your cunt so that he can fit more and more of his cock inside of you. Human bodies were obviously not mean to accommodate a creature of this size, so why exactly are people researching it?

His cockhead finds your cervix, landing uncomfortable but soft kisses to it for a few moments before Aizawa starts pushing in more. Your chest tightens, blood going cold because no no this isn’t how bodies work, he can’t just—but he kisses you with his addictive, euphoric alien tongue, and your body just parts for him, and suddenly there is something deep inside of you—deeper than anything has ever been.

You can feel how wide your eyes are, how far your jaw has dropped, and how wet your pussy is. You don’t understand it, but it’s all happening. He’s touching every millimeter of your insides, massaging your g-spot just by being there. A smooth finger pinches and toys with your engorged clit, and you cry out when it makes you cum. Your muscles try to clench with each pulse of your orgasm, but it’s impossible to tighten around the huge cock inside of you. All you can do is stay stretched around it as juices leak from you.

Something of a grunt catches in Aizawa’s throat, his head down as if he’s looking at yoir cunt, where the two of you connect. He touches your sensitive bud again, another noise leaving him when you jerk beneath him, and then he begins rubbing it in time with his now faster thrusts. He must have liked seeing you cum.

You don’t know what you like anymore. You don’t know anything.

You’re covered in a sheen of sweat, face wet with drool and tears, but you’re not in pain exactly, just overwhelmed, can’t really breathe, can’t focus on anything other than how full your poor body is. When you look down, you whimper at the sight of your stomach bulging and moving with every push and pull of Aizawa’s cock. He’s so deep, sliding against your insides, pounding into your guts—your womb—and you don’t know how long he’s there or how many times you cum. All you know is you’re trembling and breathing quickly and sobbing when he throws his head back and climaxes.

The feeling is indescribable. It’s not like with a human when you can feel warm cum dripping from your pussy. You don’t feel anything dripping from you. You just feel something filling you, something being added to your body, a tightness forming in your belly that shouldn’t be there.

Aizawa pulls out, leaving you so cold and so, so empty, but he places a hand on your swollen tummy. Swollen even without him inside of it.

There’s still a pressure deep inside you, a pressure, and then a pinch, and then—

You scream, back arching, legs spreading even further than before as you bear down on the table. Another orgasm crashes into you from out of nowhere, and the force of it pushes whatever is inside of you out of you.

Eggs. You don’t know how many. You just know they fall from your gaping hole like a grotesque slime, oddly pleasurable as they breech your entrance and only prolonging your orgasm. Both your brain and body are confused at everything that’s happened since being locked in this lab, and once you’re finished expelling all of the eggs, all you can do is curl up on the table and shake.

Aizawa is very still for a while. You think he might be confused. He reaches down and scoops up some of his wasted contribution, considering it and then you, then drops it back to the ground.

“S-sorry. My body’s not… the right fit for you,” you tell him breathlessly, surprisingly sheepish.

Silence. A few more glances. Then he’s reaching for you and pulling you from your fetal position, tugging you until your ass is on the edge of the table and your legs dangle on either side of him.

Leaning in close to your face, he speaks for the very first time. It should be comforting that he knows your language, but it only sends a chill down your spine.

“You’re the perfect fit for me.”

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