#Val Headcanon

[ancient-pokehistorian]

((Quick thing I want to write a proper thing about later (and show how it ties into new lore), but also just want to hurry and put out there for anyone who wants to (or wants to avoid) using it in rp:))

Val is capable of producing a hallucinogenic gas, which comes out of his out. When concentrated it looks blue-purple, but often times he'll pretend he's smoking to cover up that he's doing something humans shouldn't be able to do-he keeps a pack of cigarettes with him, but never actually lights them, only puts them in his mouth. 'Mind if I smoke?' is not an uncommon line to hear from him.

This gas is incredibly powerful, basically giving him complete control of his victim's senses to manipulate. So he can fake scenes, bring worst nightmares to life (if he knows them), simply get them really hungry or feeling sick...but it only works as long as they're actively breathing in the gas. Even just a tiny bit. If wind blows it in the wrong direction, that's the end of it, so he prefers to use it in indoor situations.

The tie to the new lore is that it's part of his becoming a Treasure of Ruin. He hasn't really taken on an item/Pokémon form yet, so he doesn't have a full spectrum of attacks (just a few powers here and there)...and because his negative energy isn't yet associated with an item, he doesn't have the '[Item] of Ruin' ability, so that power is manifesting in a different form.

If he does ever develop [Item] of Ruin, it will drop evasiveness.

[notherpuppet]

Angel tries to find Husk’s contract

[valeisaslut]

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO, Ellie with a tongue piercing eating you out

⭒࿐Ellie with a tongue piercing - drabble

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It was impulsive—Ellie thinks, or at least, that’s what she tells herself.

You were lying next to her on her bed, phone in hand, scrolling through Pinterest when you stopped to show her a picture. A girl with a tongue piercing, silver catching the light as she stuck it out playfully.

"Tongue piercings are sooo fucking hot" you had murmured, almost absentmindedly, but Ellie caught the way your voice dipped just slightly. The way your lips parted, tongue running over them like the thought alone did something to you.

She pretended it wasn’t getting to her, brushing it off with a lazy, "Yeah, kinda." But she felt it. Deep in her chest.

Later that night, lying awake in bed, she kept thinking about it. About you saying it. About what it would feel like, taste like, how you might react when��

A week later, she did it.

And now, she’s standing outside your door, tongue still sore, heart hammering like she’s seventeen again.

She’s quiet when she steps inside, more than usual. Her hands stay shoved in the pocket of her hoodie, and she keeps looking at you, then away, then back again, like she’s waiting for you to notice.

You don’t—not at first. She’s always had that restless energy, that way of looking at you like she’s hiding something, even when she’s not. So you let her in, let her kick off her shoes, let her lounge on your bed like she always does, flipping through her phone while you scroll through yours, music playing low between you.

And then—

Click.

Your eyes flick up.

Click.

It’s soft, nearly lost under the hum of the music, but distinct—the metallic tap of something against her teeth. Your brows furrow.

Ellie shifts like she can feel your stare, but she doesn’t look at you. Just keeps rolling something over her tongue. Click. Click. Click.

Your brain short-circuits.

No way.

“Ellie.”

She freezes.

Your suspicion sharpens, and you push yourself up slightly. “Open your mouth.”

She scoffs, trying for casual, but there’s something behind it—something almost shy. “The fuck? Why?”

Your eyes narrow.

Then, she does it again—deliberate this time. Click. Rolls something against her teeth before flicking her tongue out just enough for you to catch the glint of silver.

Your jaw drops.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Ellie smirks, but it’s lopsided, almost nervous. Her tongue flickes out again, just barely. “Yeah.”

You grab her face.

“Ellie.” Your voice is softer now, breathless. “When did you—?”

Her fingers twitch against the fabric of her hoodie. “Two days ago.” she mutters, eyes darting away like she’s suddenly self-conscious. Ellie. Self-conscious.

Ellie tenses slightly but lets you tilt her chin up, lets you press your thumb to the corner of her lips and coax them open just enough to get a proper look. The barbell sits snug against her tongue, catching the dim light of your room as she flicks it experimentally.

Something warm curls deep in your stomach.

Your fingers linger against her jaw, and suddenly, Ellie looks less sure of herself, pupils dark and wide. Her breath is uneven, lips slightly parted like she’s waiting for something—

And then she crashes into you.

It’s sudden, messy—more heat than finesse, all lips and urgency. She kisses you like she’s been holding back, like she can’t take another second of it. Her hands find your waist, grip tight, pulling you closer as her tongue slips past your lips.

And there—there it is.

The piercing presses against your own tongue, smooth metal against warmth, an unfamiliar sensation that makes your whole body react. It’s cold at first, a stark contrast to the heat of her mouth, but then it shifts, melding with the warmth, gliding over your tongue with every movement.

Ellie makes a quiet, wrecked noise as you chase it, testing it, letting your tongue flick over the metal deliberately. You feel her shudder beneath your hands, her grip tightening on your hips like she’s barely holding on.

You pull back slightly, just enough to catch your breath, lips swollen, heartbeat pounding in your ears. Ellie’s forehead presses against yours, her own breathing just as uneven.

“You like it?” she asks, voice husky, tinged with amusement.

“Yeah.” you murmur one breathless, unsteady word—barely more than a gasp. And it’s more than enough for Ellie to know that you love it

But the truth is you don’t just love it. You are officially obsessed with it.

Not even a second after that, you fist the fabric of her hoodie and pull her back in. Ellie almost whimpers into your mouth.

She shifts, pressing you back against the bed, her hands sliding under your shirt, rough fingertips caressing your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts like she’s memorizing the shape of you. You arch into her, thighs squeezing around her hips, letting her slot herself fully between your legs.

She smirks against your lips.

"You ever been eaten out by someone with a tongue ring?"

Holy. shit.

The words send a rush of heat straight through you, pooling low in your stomach.

You swallow. Hard. “No.”

Ellie grins, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then lower, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “Guess I get to be the first then.”

Your breath stutters when she tugs your underwear down, kissing along your thighs, taking her time. The air feels thick, electric, anticipation knotting tightly in your chest.

Not even two seconds later, her mouth is on you.

The first stroke of her tongue has you gasping, fingers immediately tangling in her hair. The heat of it is overwhelming, and then—that damn piercing.

It drags against your clit as she flicks her tongue, the cool, smooth metal contrasting so sharply against the warmth of her mouth that your whole body jerks. It’s different. Sharper. The sensation rolling through you is something entirely new, your nerves hyperaware of every single movement.

Ellie hums, clearly pleased with your reaction, and the vibration sends another sharp jolt of pleasure straight through you.

“Ellie, oh god!—”

“I know, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low, affectionate. “Just relax.”

She wraps an arm around your thigh, holding you open, before slipping two of her fingers inside. The stretch is easy, slick, and she curls them just right, coaxing another desperate sound from you.

The way her tongue moves is different than anything you’ve felt before. The metal presses and rolls, gliding over every sensitive nerve, alternating between warmth and coolness in a way that makes your legs tremble. Each flick precise, each drag of the barbell sending a new wave of pleasure through you.

Ellie doesn’t rush. She builds it up slowly, letting you feel everything—the way the piercing rubs against your clit in teasing circles before she presses harder, the way she sucks it into her mouth, the way she groans when your fingers tighten in her hair, pulling her closer.

Broken whimpers can’t stop falling from your lips. You’re spiraling. Fast

“Come on, babe,” she coaxes, her voice dripping with something almost desperate. "Cum for me"

And you do.

Your orgasm crashes over you, white-hot pleasure that feels sharp and electric, pulling a choked scream from your throat as your body locks up. Your thighs clamp around her, your back arches as the sensation pulses through you in waves.

Ellie doesn’t pull away. She works you through it, licking up every last bit of your release like she can’t get enough of it. When your body finally sags against the bed, spent and shaking, she presses one last, lingering kiss to your thigh before looking up at you.

Her lips are glistening, chin slick, pupils dark and hungry.

Then she smirks, lazy and satisfied.

“Gonna need you to cum on my tongue again, babe.”

And by the way her fingers are still inside you, already moving again, you know—

This piercing was the best fucking decision she’s ever made.

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[helluvapoison]

jealousy, jealousy

˚✧₊⁎ The Vees ⁎⁺˳✧༚

warnings: violence, off page murdah, suggestive themes, possessive behavior

18+ only

watch out for red flags in real life and read at your own discretion ♡

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˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• The least jealous of the three, but that doesn’t say much, does it?

• Running an enterprise goes hand in hand with being an Overlord. Vox prides himself on being everywhere at once but he knows his limits. If wants to keep this cushy life he built, and you safe, he can’t spread himself too thin. That means occasionally cutting back on distractions

• So go out, have your fun— playtoys even! He’s not worried. Vox has literal eyes on you 24/7, access to your phone and all its contents, your lifeline is constantly synced to his peripherals. Really! He’s not worried!

• The problem arises when Vox feels threatened or undermined. If he’s in the same room, no one should even be looking at you! And if some sorry soul dared to touch you!? That’d be the last time they have hands

• “I’ve been looking for you!” He says from behind as his claws creep around your shoulders. He’ll ignore the Sinner, bringing your attention to him as security drags them away. You don’t need to know how jealous he can get

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Sharing, shockingly, is not in her vocabulary! Not outfits, not credit, not the spotlight and fucking especially not you

• You’re her favorite project, she so lovingly calls you, which is a giant compliment. She dresses you every day so if— for some hellish reason— you left her side, she knows she has a visual claim on you. Vel quickly snaps and posts a pic of the two of you together before you go, just to remind her audience the fact you’re spoken for! Don’t you feel safe? And stylish?

• Unlike her partners, Velvette can multitask so having you around the studio can be an everyday treat! Unfortunately she has to split her focus, occasionally crashing the conversation to a stop so she can snap at someone

• Her eyes are sharp, they pick up on every little detail and seldom miss a thing. No one in her workshop would even think about approaching you, unless Vel asked, so it was all too easy to spot that new-nobody-model break his neck to check you out

• You’ve seen Velvette reduce even the oldest, most thick skinned to a puddle of piss in the street with her words. She doesn’t give anyone the chance to touch what’s hers. She’s shameless and loud, stopping the inappropriate behavior from across the room if she has to, “Oy! You! You’re fuckin’ fired, get the fuck out of here ‘fore I set you on fire!”

• As they run for the elevator, she debates if the clothes they’re wearing are worth keeping or not. With a glowing finger she swipes them off the model anyways, stripping them of her brand… and their dignity

• Velvette marks the occasion with a kiss to your cheek, stained with black lipstick, and another posted picture with a clever caption

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Val invented jealousy

• He handles it as well as everyone expects

• It’s not limited to you, either! Business partners, employees, friends (if he has any left), play things, he’ll be up and arms about anything that belongs to him. There’s only one way to cut the cord tethered to him, and he’s always the one to decide how and when

• Val may have a lot of toys but you’re not one of them. You’re special— precious, actually!

• He has tabs on you at all times. Tracker in your phone, jewelry with his name on it, a bodyguard if he’s feeling particularly paranoid that day!

• Val also loves showing you off. Love bites are his favorite mark of ownership, he’ll show off wherever is most recent so be prepared to swat his hands away. Everyone can look, but only he can touch. He has four hands, one of them is on you at all times in public

• No one should manage to get in spitting distance of you— but if somehow they did and had the gall to talk to you… he’ll break their nose on the spot. He’d make quicker work with a gun, but then he’d get blood on you and he doesn’t want that

• “You’re so fuckin’ hot tonight, baby, look how clumsy you’ve made this idiot!” Val cackles, poorly masking his rage, “Seriously, I think you’re trying to get me riled up.” You open your mouth to deny it but he laughs again, carefully pulling you closer with both pairs of arms, “I’m only teasing!”

• Looming over you, Val shoots said idiot a murderous glare that gives them a five second head start. He’s yet to lose this game of chase. He always returns, clean as a crappy soap ad, to shower you in gifts in lieu of an apology for disappearing

[reveluvjay]

they would've loved fidget spinners

(It's a Val thing, he's just like me fr)

(btw you see him spinning those guns two different directions at the same time? The fidget spinners are canon)

[anonymouscheeses]

At first i was jst supposed to find a hairstyle for Anxiety cz i had no idea how to draw it... still dont.. and then it turned into an entire redesign so idk 😭 (i dont have any problems wiht og deisyns i jst wnated to ahve fun)

Jumpscare! /j soo i made an au... cz im hyperfixating hard on inside out 2 rn... and im fixated on Riley cz sshes meeee 😭 and Val cz she's so chill i wnat to be rriends with her tbh

(Tell me if this is like- a shipping no-no cz im not sure what the fandom is like for shipping the adult vers of them 😔🫶)

[theblackstar04]

you know you've made a good marauders post when people reblog and comment crying

[starcleere]

Dragongang as tweets I saved from my Pinterest feed:

[sanguine-prince]

i’m sure i’m not the first to say something like this, but let me tell you about my poc-passing-as-white jay gatsby headcanon!!

for some background, in the 1920s there was an interesting shift regarding (white) skin tones. previously, tans were viewed as a sign that a person worked out in the fields, and therefore a trademark of the lower class. however, slowly after the industrial revolution, it increasingly became a representation of luxury, since the rich upper class would have the time to lounge about and sunbathe at their leisure.

i say all this to show that a poc gatsby would have the ostensible class and wealth for a tan, which would ‘excuse’ a slightly browner skin tone in the public eye.

(the 20s was also the setting of passing by nella larsen, so that’s neat.)

in my vision, he’s biracial (maybe his mother was black & his father was a german immigrant) with skin light enough to pass for white.

the fact that nick states that gatsby keeps his hair neatly groomed and cut might be to prevent it from curling up.

additionally, i think it could contrast tom’s white supremacy & his fear of poc social progress.

it would also create a deeper divide between gatsby and daisy, and once again the contrast between him and tom. in my mind, daisy wouldn’t know about it until the point where tom reveals everything about gatsby’s bootlegging etc. with jay revealing it to her in the car ride back (oops then she hits myrtle).

then, when she chooses tom and the life of comfort, wealth, status, etc that their marriage offers, she also rejects not only gatsby’s new money but also his race.

it’s a lot more thematically significant for the american dream as well—it’s still unattainable and essentially tainted by capitalism, and it also emphasizes that it’s restricted to the white upper class. social mobility only becomes available to gatsby when he disguises his racial identity.

similarly, it fits with gatsby’s identity reconstruction—the quintessential american is white, rich, and educated.

daisy and tom have that ticket into society because they have that inherent thing that he will never have—pedigree, in both class and race. that’s something that even nick has.

(in my mind, he tells nick all about it the night before he dies & nick understands as best he can and doesn’t think less of him, because it further highlights the differences between his & gatsby’s relationship v. gatsby’s relationship with daisy; namely, the transparency -> acceptance give-and-take that he and daisy never had. because of having to hide himself from daisy in order to maintain her affection, he builds an expectation that he must be someone that he is not as well as developing a transactional definition of love (he gives, and people love him as long as he can continue to give) in order to be loved. therefore, nick’s immediate curiosity and fascination with who he truly is is foreign to him. not to get too into their dynamic lmao i just think it’s really interesting.)

finally, the very last part where nick is sitting and looking at the bay and thinking about the first immigrants and their dreams and how gatsby embodied the purity and naivety of those dreams is further exemplified by his racial ‘otherness.’

and there’s,,, technically nothing in the book to explicitly refute this from what i remember!

(n.b.: it has been a hot second since i’ve read tgg, so lmk if i’ve got anything wrong!)

[lemonyboy97]

Heyyy I like your writing, and I was wondering if you could do like fluff/comfort of like Val, vox, and/or alastor with a reader who gets really socially anxious and shuts down when they get overwhelmed?

Wasnt sure what gender reader was so i did neutral, thank you so much for the ask! I havent gotten one in forever and i was fresh out of inspo ❤️❤️🫂 love you anon! (Also i threw in different relationship dynamics to spice things up and also because i cant imagine alastor being ANYONES 'boyfriend', that man would go from 'close friend and confidant' to 'fiancé')

Pop in and leave me a request on my new blog!

Fiancé!Vox, Boyfriend!Val, Husband!Alastor (seperate) x gn!anxious!reader

Warnings: brief mentions of sadism, anxious reader (obviously), not quite my definition of a panic attack but close to it

(Im going to do some loose headcannons about each of the boiz, then include a oneshot for each of them)

Fiancé!Vox

Headcannons:

I feel like Vox would be the best out of the 3 in this scenario, as he's the least sadistic. Vox is a very protective lover, he's also compassionate and doting (behind closed doors). If Vox notices you (its really a matter of when not if because this man WILL notice) becoming overwhelmed or overstimulated he is gently guiding you away from the crowd to check on you, 'Are you okay?', 'do you want to leave?', 'is there something specific bothering you?' are FAQs (frequently asked questions) His way of dealing with the issue is removing you from the situation altogether- taking you back home, wether thats to your shared apartment or the Vee's headquarters depends on whichevers closest.

Scenario:

You and your fiance, Vox, are at a release event for the newest VoxTech drop. Vox is proudly harping about the newest Tech he’s developed, an even prouder arm around your waist; how could he not be proud with his pretty little love on his arm? (He calls you his ‘pretty little thing’, ‘little love’ no matter your gender or size) He’s so absorbed in his success that at first he doesn't notice the subtle tremble in your hands, or the way you curl into him as if trying to hide, or maybe the way you flinch at the bright camera flashes. But when you let out a barely audible whine Vox immediately turns to you, all ears.

Vox suddenly realizes how overstimulating this all must be; the flashing cameras, the loud and frantic crowd, the music in the background, the shouting, the rowdy demons who are protesting- oh god how could he have been so negligent?

Vox is immediately passing the reins over to Velvette (much to her dismay), and gingerly leading you through the crowd, towards the back door.

“It’s alright, lovely, just through here… There we go…”

His words are gentle, and the hands on your shoulders to guide you are 10x more so. He leads you out the back and to the limo, and once you’re sequestered away inside he just waits- He knows when you’re ready for touch you’ll initiate. He knows that for now, just the knowledge that someone is aware and looking after you is enough to help de-escalate the situation.

“There you go, doll, breathe yeah? In…. Out…. In…. Out… good job, love, doing so well for me”

Boyfriend!Valentino

Headcannons:

Val is definietly more of a 'what do you mean?' Kind of guy, or 'just breathe?', you know? We know from his workers (ahem angeldust ahem) that he isnt the most... understanding with weaknesses and the like. So- while I feel like Val's approach is a bit more 'deal with it by not dealing with it' than Vox's, it is still heartfelt for his wonderful gf/bf/partner. Even if he wont directly address it, Valentino is the type to try and reassure you through touch, wether thats what you need or not, thats what he's got because this man KNOWS he is brash and he doesnt want to make things worse.

Scenario:

You had walked to Valentino's studio to bring him homemade lunch after he was complaining about his imps being 'inconcievably incompetent'. You are now awkwardly standing backstage, out of sight, as he directs a particularily.... raunchy... scene. You are visibly uncomfortable with screams and various sounds of... mixed sensations.. echoing around the set, along with flashing lights and dizzying scents. Altogether they make an array of overstimulating inputs, and after setting down said lunch on a side bench, a pretty note tucked into the lip of the basket, you stumble back outside, trying to catch your breath. Val follows you shortly after, he caught sight of you from across the set.

Valentino carefully sits beside you, pulling you into his side.

"You alright there, babycakes?"

You shakily nod, but Val sees right through you. He sighs and kisses your temple as he absentmindedly rubs your shoulders.

"Thought I warned you 'bout my work hours, baby"

You slowly explain that you just wanted to surprise him with lunch and he smiles, kissing the inside of your wrist.

"Damn, sugar, shoulda started with that, hm? Why don't I pop in and grab it- then we can share it out here while you get your head back on."

Husband!Alastor

Headcanon:

This man. This. MAN. It can go one of two ways depending on where your relationship is with him- but in this you are married so- he would be so attentive- like. You would barely be feeling the 'oh hey, this is a lot' feeling and Al would pick up on it and knight in shining armor you away from it. Alastor just KNOWS. He has like a sixth sense when it comes to you. He is so finitly attuned to every fibre of your being that you cant even hide it from him. He just KNOWS. Like- you're in cannibal town (because be real y'all go on dates there all the time and Rosie adores you) and the children are being rowdy but 'its alright, i can manage-' oh and there's Susan- 'yes susan, we are married- no, no susan you cant see my ring im a bit worried you might try to eat my finger- No, really i insist-' oop and here comes Alastor, scooping you up with a charming grin, Rosie on his heels. 'Come along now darling, our dinner is waiting'

Scenario:

You and Alastor are in the hotels lobby, greeting guests for a party Charlie is throwing to 'encourage the inhabitants', Alastors hand is protectively on the small of your back like always. The arriving demons are a bit rowdy but nothing too bad- the real issue is the howling, rambunctious laughter coming from the bar, poor karoke all but screamed into the low quality microphone (much to Husk's annoyance), flashing strobe lights arouns the room turning the guests pink, green, blue, pink, green, blue, pink, green, blue-

"Dear?"

Careful fingers snap in front of your face- effectively lurching you out of your spiraling thoughts. You swallow thickly and look up at your husband, shaky smile plastered on your lips.

'Yes, Al?'

He frowns as he gaze flits from one eye to the other, then, his mind seemingly made up, he summons his shadow, scoops you up, and shadow travels back to you twos shared room.

"Oh lovely, this certianly wont do"

He dotes on you, rubbing your tense shoulders, kissing the crown of your head, murmuring sweet nothings to your skin as he lays you down in your shared, king bed. And later, once you're half asleep and content in his arms, he lovingly murmurs,

"No more of Charlie's so-called 'parties' for you, my sweet"

A/n: Reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! And yes i did like my own post. I am very proud of this, i wrote it in one day WHILE (legally) high on loopy pain medicine

[clownimal]

Inktober Day 7: Restless

[valeisaslut]

OKAY SO HI YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO I AM BUT I HAVE TO DO ANON SO I DONT GET LIKE MAULED BY MY COUSIN WHO FOLLOWS ME. Okay so imagine Ellie masturbating while you’re away on like a trip or wtv, my girlfriend would be GOING AT IT

⭒࿐ Midnight call - drabble

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It’s late when your phone buzzes against the nightstand, the screen illuminating the dark hotel room. You blink against the dim light, groggy, barely processing the name flashing across the screen.

Ells <3

You sigh, turn on the lamp, and rub your eyes before answering her facetime.

“Hey, babe..” Ellie breathes, and even through the shitty wifi, her voice is unmistakably rough, laced with something dark and lazy.

“Heyy” you murmur softly, voice thick with sleep.

“Sorry to wake you up”

Your brows furrow, pushing yourself up against the pillows. “It’s, like… stupid late. You good?”

Ellie hums, shifting. The image on the screen is grainy, but you can still make out the way she’s lying back, head tilted against her pillow, hair tousled like she’s been running her hands through it.

“I just… miss you” she mutters, voice quieter now, almost sheepish.

Your heart clenches. “Ellie—”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she adds, cutting you off, her smirk lazy but her eyes dark, hooded. The camera shifts slightly as she moves, and that’s when you notice—her tank top hangs loose off her shoulder, her lips part just slightly, her breath is uneven.

Oh.

It clicks all at once. The late-night facetime, the way her voice sounds, the way her fingers twitch against the sheets. She’s not just thinking about you. She’s been touching herself thinking about you.

“You’re unbelievable...” you murmur, leaning back against the headboard, biting your lip. But even as you say it, you can feel it—heat curling low in your stomach.

And God, if you’re being honest, you need her just as bad.

Ellie chuckles, dragging a hand through her hair, looking at you through the screen like she can feel the way your breath hitches. Her free hand disappears off-screen for a moment, and when she moves again, you hear the faintest rustle of sheets.

“Couldn't do it without seeing your pretty face and listening to your voice” she whispers "Need you so bad..."

You swallow, hard “Mhm? How bad?” you whisper and it comes out more breathless than you intend.

Ellie exhales sharply and shifts, the movement making the camera shake slightly. You catch the way her fingers flex against her thigh, the way she drags her teeth over her bottom lip like she’s physically holding herself back.

“Bad enough that I called you at 4 am” she breathes, watching your reaction closely. “So… you gonna help me with that, babe?”

Your breath catches.

"Ellie..." you murmur, shifting against the sheets, suddenly too aware of the way your skin feels against them, the way your body reacts and how the room feels warmer now.

“What?” she teases, voice dripping with amusement before a little gasp slips from her lips.

"You touching yourself?" you murmur, voice even more breathless now.

Ellie shifts, angling the camera just enough for you to see the way her hand is moving beneath the sheets, how her legs open, how her thighs tense. “Mhm,” she hums, lashes fluttering. “Been thinking about you all night. Couldn’t help it.”

The heat between your legs pulses even harder.

Your own fingers trail unconsciously along your body, teasing, mirroring the way Ellie moves. "Yeah?"

Ellie bites her lip, nodding, eyes locked onto you through the screen. She breathes heavily, tilting her head against the pillow. "Wish it was your hands on me instead. Wish you were here.”

The way she says it—soft, breathy, drenched in need—makes your core ache even more. Your breath stutters, fingers finally pressing against your clit in slow, teasing circles. The slick glide makes you whimper, and it's embarrassing how wet you are just from the sound of her voice.

“What would you do if I was?” you ask, voice dripping with something you’re too far gone to name.

Ellie groans, eyes fluttering shut for just a second before she looks at you again. "Wouldn’t let you sleep, that’s for sure..." she murmurs, her smirk turning wicked.

The sight of her flushed, needy and desperate for you is almost too much.

"Fuck, Ellie...I need you..." you gasp, fingers going faster.

Ellie breathes, watching your expressions closely. "Yeah? Show me how much."

Your breath catches, fingers tightening around your phone. The weight of her words, the heat in her eyes—it sends a shiver down your spine.

Ellie tilts her phone again, and you to catch the way her chest rises and falls, the outline of her hand moving slow, teasing herself—teasing you.

“C’mon, babe...please” she murmurs, voice rough, coaxing. “Let me see you.”

You don't even hesitate before propping your phone against the pillows, angling it just right to give her a perfect view. The cool air of the room raises goosebumps on your skin as you push your sleep shorts down.

The screen captures everything—your glistening pussy, the way your thighs tremble, the lust in your gaze as you meet Ellie’s eyes through the camera.

Ellie gasps sharply, her hand stilling for a moment. “Fuckkk” she breathes. “That’s it.”

Your fingers ghost over yourself, a soft sigh slipping from your lips as you watch her, the way her brows pinch together, pupils dark and heavy with need.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous...” Ellie mutters, her own movements resuming, her voice shaky. “God, I miss touching you.”

Your body reacts instantly, like it always does with her. The way she’s watching you, like she’d devour you through the screen if she could, makes your stomach tighten. A slow, shaky breath leaves your lips as your fingers trail lower, dipping into the slick heat between your thighs.

Ellie watches, completely transfixed. Her own hand moving faster, her breath stuttering.

When you finally push two fingers inside yourself, the stretch is delicious, your walls clenching as a soft sound spills from your lips—half a gasp, half Ellie’s name. Her screen flickers as she shakes, faint, sticky sounds filtering through the speaker.

Ellie groans, her head tilting back against her pillows. “Jesus Christ” she whispers, voice thick, wrecked. “You’re so fucking wet f'me.”

A soft whimper escapes you at that, and Ellie notices. Of course she does.

“Yeah?” she rasps, eyes locked onto yours. “That feels good, baby?”

"Mhmm" You hum, unable to form words, your head lolling to the side. Your breath stutters as your fingers move in and out faster, and you catch the way Ellie's hand moves in sync with yours.

“I need to hear you, love”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you let out a loud, breathy moan. Ellie groans at that, her whole body tensing.

“Shit—” Her voice is strained, her pace picking up, her movements more desperate now. “Good girl, just like that.”

You keep going. You let the pleasure build, let your movements get faster, matching her pace. The sound of her breathy gasps, the quiet curses slipping from her lips—it’s enough to send you teetering right on the edge.

Ellie’s eyes lock onto you, her voice rough and urgent. “Come for me.”

It’s not a request.

And fuck—your body listens.

Pleasure crashes over you, your back arching, a cry of her name slipping from your lips as you ride it out, fingers faltering as you soak the sheets. Through the haze, you hear Ellie groan, her own release chasing yours, her body shuddering as she lets go.

Silence settles between you as you both come down from the high, save for the sound of heavy breathing.

Ellie’s eyes are still on you, but now they are softer. A lazy, satisfied smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

“Next time” she murmurs, voice hoarse “I’m making you fall apart on my tongue.”

You exhale a shaky laugh, chest still rising and falling. “Next time” you agree, your voice just as wrecked.

And with the way Ellie’s looking at you, like she’s already counting down the minutes until she has you in her hands again

You know she means every word.

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[loonie-loo]

Quick sketches with MI/MAW characters' human versions and a lil of my headcanons

In any case, this is just my vision of the characters!! I hope u enjoy it :'D

Sorry for the bad English I'm sleepy

I like to compare it with the sketches of 2022 lol

[helluvapoison]

Nice To Eat You

[ii]

The Vees x Cannibal!Reader

warnings: drugs, suggestive, rosie slander, dark themes, violence, security shenanigans and, hello, cannibalism

heads up: if you didn’t know, the people of cannibal town are hellborn; born in hell, never lived on earth, never sinned! their life spans are unknown(?) but seem to age as a human would, unlike other demons

Cannibal town has been off limits to The Vees, courtesy of Vox, ever since the incident with you know who. Meeting you was a suspicious surprise for them. You were kicked out of said town by Rosie for giving cannibals a bad name. Can you fucking believe the irony!?

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˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Suspicious might be an understatement

• For the longest time, Vox is unnerved by you for every other reason than your appetite. Anyone associated with Rosie is an adversary by proxy. If you take Alastor out of the picture, Rosie is still an Overlord and all Overlords will inevitably crumble to The Vees– even if they don’t know it yet

• There’s an expression for that though, isn’t there? Keep your enemies close. That’s exactly how Vox went about dealing with you

• Gives you a job as his security guard. Hell knows he needs one, what with the price of fame and all, those dirty fucking sinners that try and touch him wherever he goes

• It’s a slow development because neither of you initiate conversation

• Vox is beyond used to the rotating door of demons in and out of his life. He abandons the names of anyone that isn’t you, Velvette or Valentino (Angel Dust and Alastor he can’t forget against his will)

• Becoming attached to you while simultaneously waiting for the other shoe to drop is fucking awful. It feels it like a bug in his system, annoys him to the point his screen starts glitching one day

“Just what the fuck are you up to!? I know you’re with Rosie–”

You knew, on some level, Vox didn’t trust you all the way but it didn’t bother you because he hardly seems to trust anyone. So you cut him off with a mix of a snort and a scoff,

“Rosie? Rosie’s a cunt. She gave me the boot years ago, haven't seen her since.”

Involuntarily, he begins to smile, “Years, huh?”

• Trust is another slow endeavor. Now that Vox doubts your motives slightly less than before, he can silently appreciate the fact you do a damn good job of keeping demons away from him. Bonus: if you happen to take a chunk out of them for shits and giggles, blood never touches his pristine self

• “I believe I owe you an apology,”

“Am I going to get one?”

• In a way, sure, but you’ll be sorely disappointed if you thought it was with words. He invites you to dinner. From that moment until you arrive at the restaurant, he’s reveling in the constant state of shock you seem to be in

• Your eyebrows jump when the waiter nervously lifts the lid from your plate and reveals ribs. Real, demon ribs

“Surprised?” Vox asks rather smugly

“Somewhat,” You return his sly smirk, “Most can’t stomach my… indulgences.”

“I don’t have a stomach. I think I’ll be just fine.”

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Vel doesn’t give two steaming shits about Rosie or her backwards, unflattering town so long as it doesn’t interfere with her enterprise. Vox’s grudges are his own. If The Vees got hellbent and demented over each other’s EOTD (Enemy Of The Day) nothing would get done!

• During a pathetic comment war on the her social, a few threats became too detailed for Vox’s liking

• A cannibal wasn’t his first choice– or second, or third– but you’d certainly scare off anyone trying to hurt his business partner!

• Velvette’s far from worried about being lunch when she meets you.

• “You’re my–? No. Absolutely not! I can’t be seen with this.” She gestures to all of you

“You’re not exactly making me drool either,” You mutter under your breath

• Judging by the looks of her partners’ faces, stunning Velvette to silence was impossible. Key word: was

• It didn’t last long and hasn’t stopped since

• She pulled out every trick in the book to get you to quit. She gave you a uniform to wear during your shifts, tossed fabrics at you until you turned into a living clothes rack, forced you to hold her phone during her live streams but criticized and berated the way you did

• For fucks sake, she even screamed at Vox to let her fire you!

• You didn’t need her to like you and that was as obvious as it was infuriating. She was Velvette! Everyone loved her! Having you around was like a black eye; literally bruising her ego and bad for business

• Or so she thought

• She made you stand in the shadows of her studio so you wouldn’t frighten anyone and ruin photoshoots with your “freaky face” she so eloquently put it.

• Velvette was mid fashion crisis, yelling at Joanne for the gazillionth time, when you approached from behind

“I’m taking my lunch.”

“Fucking fantastic! Here, have Joanne since she insists on being fucking useless!”

Playing along, you let a guttural growl rip from your throat, making Joanne jump high in the air.

She squeaked and shook her head vigorously, holding her hands in surrender, “I-I’ll be better, I swear!”

• Her candy cane eyes widened in delighted surprise. How had she been so blind to your potential usefulness!?

• Velvette could get high off the new game she created with you. It was like having a scary guard dog– only better dressed to aesthetics. Paparazzi didn’t dare touch her now, standing at a respectable distance that made her more unattainable and desirable than before

• Her attitude change makes her like-able to you too, she’s heaps more pleasant to be around now. You don’t mind doing the extra stuff that wasn’t in your contract like being a dress up doll, dealing with the pet names or escorting her to events. She knows and takes advantage of this instead of saying how she feels

• “You’re my arm candy now, dollface! You go where I go.”

“I hardly think I qualify as arm candy,” You mumble to her, overtly aware of how she holds you close to her

“If you’re fishing for compliments, fuck off to another pond. I don’t waste my free time with uggos,” She says seriously, abruptly smiling as a camera flashes in her direction, “Now get ready. Fans have been dying to get a picture with me lately and if anyone smudges this dress with their dirty fucking fingers, I want you to bite them off!”

“Anyone that touches you won’t have hands tomorrow,” You promise

• You swear she shivers upon hearing that

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• The easiest by far to get along with. In a mortifying way

• Val is fairly accepting of all Hell’s creatures. It’s typically followed up by something sexual but, hey, you’re not in a position to complain, not when no one else in Hell would willingly sign up to work with a cannibal. Especially one outside the confines of Rosie’s civil town

• Rosie’s loss is his gain

• You would be lying if you said you weren’t expecting him to turn horror-struck but he barely blinks when you explain what you did to get exiled. Your savage methods intrigue him, a plethora of potentials just waiting to be explored. In fact, he goes a step further to praise you for being different

• “Hell would be deathly boring if everyone thought the same way, darling. That’s what makes you so… alluring.” He rolled his tongue with the last word, dragging it out and making it ring in your ears

• You’d been called many things in your afterlife, but never that

• You feel rather useless at the moth’s side. You were supposed to be protecting him but he could take care of himself just fine. Val was about the tallest in every room (if not the tallest) with guns hidden under his coat that he never used

• Later you’d understand he only reached for them as a last resort, when his head was unclouded by blood lust

• If you ever voiced your complaints, he’d be quick to reassure you that you make him look good. What powerful Overlord doesn’t have bodyguards? (Do. Not. Answer.)

• However the day does come when you prove your services have merit. On set of all places! A coked up Hellhound didn’t take kindly to Val’s directions, sending a demon wielding a boom mic flying towards him

• Valentino dodged the demon with ease, whipping around and aiming his pistol to put the dog down. Instead he saw you pushing the mutt’s face into the ground, his arm pinned at an angle. Your sharp teeth were bared at his throat, drool dampening his fur

• But you made no moves without Valentino’s say-so

• There’s a lot he could say about the scenario you provided him and how it made him feel– but he only calls your name, beckoning you back to his side

• Where you belong

• “You’re lucky I don’t like hair in my food,” You growl in the Hellhound’s ear before following after Val

• Valentino may be a mastermind of porn and sex but he knows the real way to a demon’s heart, it’s is the universal love language

• Unbothered by blood, he’ll sit pretty and poised on his loveseat while you tear into the meal he provided you. A thanks for a job well done

• “You’ll never go hungry now that you’re with me, monstruo,” The pet name is dripping with adoration, “I won’t waste you like that bitch did. Look at you, you’re already so special.”

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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ i lost the request that went to this but i hope it reaches them. cannibal!reader got that rizz, huh?

[satanfemme]

"I'll never forget what that felt like. The moment they realized their daughter was dead."

Griffin portrait study I drew during work today

[sincerelyitoshi]

Rin Itoshi is the type of guy to scream internally in his head with a neutral face while you and his fingers ‘accidentally’ touch together while you guys stand next each other side by side