#but for the ones on the top side in vals it is... left to right: pink. blue. purple

[taxi-boi]

based on these posters in the vee tower it would seem that the colors are supposed to be pink for val and purple for velvette.

(the blurry outlines surrounding the symbols in the bottom right corner, and also the bar lines on the edges that more clearly show what color everything is)

though all these colours are a bit off

(vals is a reddish pink, like always. vox is a much lighter cyan than the blue from the tower image. and velvettes is incredibly dull, almost grey, but still visibly purple color.)

but id still say these are the most explicitly stated color associations for these characters.

Have we ever come to an agreement who's the Pink and who's the Purple here?

It's driving me insane because in my mind technically Valentino is Red and Velvette is Pink. Apparently not.

Arguments that Valentino is the Purple:

EP 4 outfit. Also, we never see him wearing pink, not counting the Instagrams because they aren't canon anymore. All the outfits he wears in the show (posters included) are black with purple undertones, white, red

It's the stereotypical pimp color

Symbolizes creativity (he's confirmed as an artist) and emotions (his impulsivity)

Purple is the color of luxury and excess

The studio in EP 4 is painted purple

Purple is the most rare color in nature, aka it's usually seen in artificial things, fake things, you get what I mean?

Contrasts Angel

The XXX sigh in the pic above is purple

Arguments that Valentino is the Pink:

His chains and smoke color

Typical color associated with love

His room in EP 2 has a lot of pinkish (it's leaning more red to me but whatever) accents

Pink is the closer color to Red

Matches Angel, but Val's Pink is more saturated, whereas Angel is more pastel, thematically making them similar but one is obviously more intense.

Arguments that Velvette is the Purple

Her studio is painted purple (even though it has A LOT of pinks, but purple is the most prominent color)

Again, purple is seen as a luxury color, which would translate to her niche in fashion

Arguments that Velvette is the Pink

She only ever wears pink in the show and the dark purple is an accent

She's based on a doll, so based on that she should have the most stereotypically girly color

Red Velvet cake is usually, you know, reddish pink

Her Pilot design wearing pink (besides black and white)

This is genuinely driving me insane, please send help😭😭😭

EDIT: And 3 hours after writing this I see the new merch. Welp, it's settled, I take that as a sigh from the universe - Valentino is the Purple and Velvette is the Pink

[helluvapoison]

Okay okay I think I got it!!

Imagine the Vees entering like a side room or something and finding cannibal! Reader (literally) tearing into some random person that was caught snooping around by them (reader). How would they react do you think?

No pressure to write this if you don't want too. Love your writing, your recent Zestial one was so cute!!!

-Cannibal Anon :))

Nice To Eat You

[i]

The Vees x Cannibal!Reader

warning: suggestive and dark themes ahead, blood and gore, violence, security shenanigans and, hello, cannibalism

Admittedly, you’d gotten rather careless with your beloved around. Who can blame you when they make you feel on top of the world? With you at their side they felt a bit untouchable too. More so than usual. However someone had broken into their dressing room and wrote something foul on the mirror. You saw red. This wouldn’t happen again.

Cannibals were rather good at sniffing out something rotten.

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Witnessing crocs make a comeback in Hell was the worst sight she’s seen to date

• Blood doesn’t particularly bother her, though she hates the mess of it all

• Despite the jokes shared between the two of you, it was sort of unspoken that you would keep your dietary habits away from your girlfriend

• She couldn’t help the gasp when she looked up from her phone, seeing blood spilling from your mouth

• You stiffened, matching her wide eyed expression

• Fuck, you never wanted her to see you like this

• Whipping around, you spat out the flesh and began furiously wiping your face with your sleeve

• “Stop!” Velvette shouts, daring to rush over and grab your shoulder

• Suppressing a flinch, you freeze at her command but refuse to face her

• “Who’s this then?”

• Your reply is bitter like the taste on your tongue, “The rat.”

• “Good.” You feel her grip on your shoulder tighten, “Make Joanne clean up when you're done. Oh, and dollface? Brush your teeth before you come find me, yeah?”

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He thought he meant it when he said he wouldn’t be grossed out by your food selection

• Though the meal was the same, seeing your entire front drenched in blood, red dripping down your chin was entirely different from date nights with fancy ambience and classy decor

• Shaking his head from side to side, he dials the shock out of his system and forces on a passive expression

• You two have already come so far! He can’t have his date mate tiptoeing around him now

• “Do I need a new assistant?” Vox asks, feigning a disinterested tone

• Your own surprise dilutes slowly, you were so sure Vox was bluffing when he said he could handle this

• He’s rather proud of himself that he was convincing enough to fool you

• “No. S’the bastard who wrote on your mirror.”

• “Excellent! Feed what’s left to Vark, let’s clean you up and go celebrate! Wash that shitty sinner taste out of your mouth with some wine, hm?”

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Unbothered by blood, he likes making you dish out his punishments while he sits back and watches

• “Dinner and a show,” He’ll joke, “Like killing two birds with one stone!”

• As sadistic as he is, Val doesn’t have the patience to draw out torture

• If he wants results, he’ll get them immediately or kill someone in the process

• The two of you are similar in that regard or you would’ve brought the half eaten body to him when the sinner was still kicking and screaming

• Surprise hits his face when he opens the door and fades just as fast

• “Aw,” Val clicks his tongue, “You couldn’t have waited for me, monstruo? You know how much I like to see you eat.”

• You toss a bloodied grin in his direction, “Got hangry. This was the cynic that said your films were shit.”

• He chuckles darkly, leaning over to cup your face and wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, “What do they think now?”

• “Nothin’ much.” You join his amusement with a breathy laugh

• Stretching your neck up to meet him halfway, Val kisses you right on the lips. His tongue briefly taking over your mouth, swiping away the copper taste and replacing it with his own

• “Come. Let’s get you in the bath, monstrou.”

• You quirk a brow at him, “A real one or a cat bath?”

• Laughing, Valentino taps your nose with an extra finger, “Dealer’s choice.”

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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ cannibal anon i love you!!! thanks again!!

[topguncortez]

I Still Love You - Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey

opposites attract masterlist || main masterlist

synopsis: Y/N goes out on her first date in. . . in a while. She struggles with her feelings as if it is time to start moving on, or if she wants to fight for things with Jake.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of cheating

Y/N didn’t know what she was doing. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she went on date. Things had changed a lot since she was active in the dating pool. Dates were no longer big events where you shaved every crevice of your body, went out and bought a new dress, spent hours doing your hair and make-up, where picked up at your house and greeted with flowers and taken to some fancy restaurant across town. No, dating now was going to a local bar for a drink or two with some guy you had matched with on some dating app. 

Y/N felt her hands shake as she looked over her shoulder as the bell above the door rang. She was extremely early to her drink date, a whole half hour early to be exact. But the nerves had gotten the better of her, and she didn’t want to show up late. Now she sat looking completely out of place in this swanky bar on the east side of San Diego. It was far enough away that she knew it would be safe from anyone she knew catching glimpse of her. 

It wasn’t that she felt guilty about being on date. . . well, she felt a little bit guilty. Jake hadn’t signed the divorce papers yet, but they were making way with setting up visitation days. Y/N was currently living in the house while Jake was staying in an on-base house. Y/N hadn’t even thought of getting out into the dating field, wanting to wait until the divorce was completely over, but Val had set her up with one of her co-workers and Y/N didn’t have the heart to say no. Who knows, maybe she was going to meet her second husband. 

A small huff left her lips at even the thought of marrying another man. Having another man raise her kids. Having another man in her bed. Jake had been the one for her, and he’d always be the one for her, even if he broke her heart. She could entertain the notion of getting drinks with someone, but it wasn’t going to go much farther than this. 

“Y/N?” A masculine voice called out to her. She lifted her head, “I’m Miles, it’s nice to meet you.” 

Y/N gave him a tight lipped smile, reaching her hand out to greet him, “Nice to meet you, Miles.” 

He was clad in a black dress pants and baby blue button up. The top buttons were undone, showing the faintest gold chain around his thick neck. He sat down on the barstool next to you, his scent of oranges and hospital drifting to you, making your nose scrunch. You hated oranges and the thick smell of hospital disinfectant. 

“Sorry I’m late, got held up at the hospital,” Miles said. 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows looking at her watch. It was 7:01 and they agreed to meet at the bar at 7:00, “A minute late is hardly late.” 

“In my book. . . it is,” He smiled, flagging down the waiter to order himself a drink and some appitizers, “I don’t like showing up on time, it feels like I’m late.” 

“I’m the same way. I like to be atleast 10 minutes early to everything,” Y/N sighed, “But having kids, I’m lucky if I’m even 5 minutes early.” 

“Val told me about your children,” Miles said, taking a sip of the old fashioned he had ordered, “Three of them right?” 

Y/N nodded her head, reaching for her phone. Her favorite thing about being a mom is getting to show off pictures of her kids. She showed Miles pictures of Alex when he first got his glasses, Ella winning her first soccer game, when Eli rolled over for the first time. Miles smiled along with her the whole time, asking questions about her kids; what they liked to do, what their favorite colors are, what their favorite bed time stories are. 

“They look like they are some fun people,” Miles said, sipping his drink. 

Y/N wasn’t sure what it was that snapped in her, but she suddenly felt embarrassed. Was she talking too muc about her kids? Did this guy even want kids? It wasn’t just her he would be getting if they ever decided to go past this one date, it was her and three kids. Three kids that had cried when their father moved his things out the door. Three kids that had been fighting and acting out more since the divorce process had started. Three kids that were waiting for her to come home. 

“Hey?” Miles asked softly, putting his hand on her knee, “Did I lose ya?” 

Y/N blinked a couple of times, plastering a fake smile on her face, “No,” She shook her head, “It’s just I-” 

“Thinking about your kids?” Y/N nodded and Miles set his glass down on the bar, “Val told me this is your first time out since your divorce. . . It’s my first time out since my wife died and I. . .” Miles shook his head, “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong, meeting you here.” 

Y/N’s heart broke a bit in her chest, seeing his sad brown eyes look at her. Val had mentioned that he was previously married, but she never disclosed the details on what happened. She shifted on her barstool, placing her hand on top of Miles’ giving it a squeeze. 

“This doesn’t have to go very far tonight. . . If anything, I’m not ready to go very far tonight,” Y/N spoke honestly, “I’m still hurt and dealing with everything, but I could really use a friend?” 

Miles nodded his head, turning his hand in Y/N’s so their fingers were intertwined, he squeezed her hand back, “I can use a friend too.” 

The two of them stayed in the bar for only another hour, before going to find something to eat on the east side. Miles had picked out a local seafood place that he swore had the best fish tacos. The conversation flowed easily as they ate. They talked about everything under the sun; what he did for work at the hospital, Y/N’s plan to go back to work at the flower shop in a couple weeks, Miles’ most recent travel to Switzerland for a pediatric board conference, how Y/N finally got to visit the USS Midway museum. It truly did feel like Miles was the perfect friend for Y/N. He understood what it was like to lose someone you love, only difference was Jake wasn’t dead. 

“I should really get back,” Y/N sighed as they walked down the sidewalk to where she parked her car, “I gotta trade off with the kids’ dad, he works early in the morning.” 

“Don’t gotta explain anything to me,” Miles shrugged. He had been totally respectful when Y/N talked about everything with Jake. She didn’t go into full detail about it, mainly because the wounds were still so fresh. She still felt a pang in her heart when she walked through the front door and his boots weren’t there. 

“I think we should do this again, I really enjoyed getting to be with another adult,” Y/N smiled and Miles returned it. 

“I would love to,” Miles responded and opened Y/N’s car door, “Let me know when you get home, please.” Y/N nodded her head, “Good night, Y/N.” 

“Goodnight, Miles,” She whispered as she shut the door. 

The whole drive home it felt like Y/N was in a cloud. Her feelings were a bit conflicted on what she felt towards Miles. He was a good guy, with a nice smile. He had a sense of humor and had made her laugh several times throughout the night. Y/N could tell he had manners from the times he pulled out her chair and switched sides on the sidewalk so he was near the street. But all those little things were also things that Jake had done. Jake always sat so he was facing the door, or in the isle. Jake always opened the door and walked next to the street. Jake always knew how to make Y/N laugh. 

Y/N had just pulled into her driveway, Jake’s black truck parked in it’s normal spot when her phone dinged. 

‘Valeria Bates: how was it!? Did you kiss!? Did you do more than kiss!?’ 

Y/N’s face paled. Was she supposed to kiss him? They had agreed to just be friends, for now, but what was supposed to happen on the next date? Y/N hadn’t ever kissed another man besides Jake. And she sure as hell hadn’t slept with another man. Even though Miles was attractive, the thought of him touching her the way Jake had made her feel queasy. She didn’t respond to Val, tucking her phone in her purse and heading towards the front door. 

Quietly, she pushed the door open, coming face to face with Jake sitting alone on the couch, only the light of the television illuminating his face. When Y/N first asked Jake if he could watch the kids tonight, she hadn’t felt bad about it, but now, seeing him sitting there alone, she felt nothing but guilt. 

“How was it?” Jake asked. 

Y/N sighed as she took off her coat and hung it up, “It was good.” 

Jake nodded his head and stood up from the couch, “Will there be another one?” 

“Too soon to say,” Y/N mumbled and turned to face Jake, “How were the kids?” 

“They were fine. Eli was a bit fussy but he’s got some teeth coming in,” Jake stuffed his hands in his pockets and Y/N nodded. 

“Well, You should probably get-” 

“Don’t go on another date,” Jake said, cutting Y/N off, “Look, I know I fucked up. I know what I did is something that is unforgivable, and I beat myself up for it every day, but please. . . Please. . .” He walked towards her, and grabbed her hand in his, “Please.” 

Y/N wasn’t sure what to do, as he stood before her, his green eyes with a tint of red to them. 

“Goodnight, Jake,” Y/N muttered, squeezing his hand before moving towards the stairs to go check on the kids. 

“I love you,” Jake whispered as Y/N’s frame disappeared down the hallway.

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[twilghtkoo]

have you seen the tiktok of a girl who made her boyfriend a little sprout to put on his gaming headset ??? its so cute and reminded me of hyuck 🤏🏻

pairings. streamer!haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff

note. STOP RN ANON i haven’t seen that tiktok but i’ve seen some where ppl make a lil sprout bc a few months ago i crocheted me a sprout for my headphones 😭 but THIS IS SO CUTE BC HAECHAN WOULD LOVE IT thank u for sending me this,,,, here’s another streamer/gamer hyuck drabble

[ haechan masterlist | masterlist ]

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“i play val a few times but i prefer overwatch, they’re both enjoyable but overwatch is better in a lot of ways, for me personally. but if i’m in the mood for a tense flick-type game, then i play val.” haechan answers a comment, as he’s waiting in the game queue.

he’s sitting relaxed in his gaming chair as he watches the comments fill in. some disagree with him and some agree.

“which one does yn like? she likes overwatch more, she likes that there’s a more wide range of characters than val. she’s not really into fps games, she says they’re too intense for her.” he chuckles at that. “she only plays overwatch because i do and because she wanted to bond with me since it’s one of my favorite games. she’s cute,” he mumbles the last sentence, grinning as he continues reading numerous comments from his viewers.

chat is going crazy at the mention of you.

he’s about to read another comment before you quietly knock on his door, he whips his head around to see you carefully peeking your head through the crack of the door.

you have a sheepish smile, knowing he’s streaming and you didn’t want to bother him but you also have something you really wanted to show him.

haechan doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, because he smiles at you waving you inside.

“what’s up baby?” he slides one side of his headset off, letting you know he’s listening.

you make sure to stay out of the camera since you’re only wearing a t-shirt, one of his t-shirts to be exact. and the end of the shirt stop just below your butt.

you take your hand out from behind your back to reveal a green crocheted sprout.

“ooo, what’s this?” his eyes widen as he carefully takes it into the palm of his hands to closely examine it. he admires how neatly each chain is and how precise it is to a sprout. the two leaves shaped perfectly.

“i made this for you, it’s a sprout and it’s supposed to go on your headset.” you explain.

he spins his chair around to face you and he slides off his headset. “really? how, put it on for me.”

you lightly giggle as you take the headset from him to slowly loop the sprout around the top.

you squeal out of excitement but also taking pride at how good it came out. “see!”

“woah, baby this is so cute.” he gasps, putting his headset back on and looks at himself on the camera.

“chat, look what yn made me!” he shows off the top of his head, scooting closer to the camera that sits on top of his monitor and scooting back.

“hi chat!” you spoke up, finally greeting yourself to his viewers.

“it looks like a sprout is growing on top of my head,” he expresses. shaking his head left to right watching the sprout wiggle.

he rolls his chair a bit off camera to wrap his arms around your waist, squeezing you. “thank you, i love it. it’s staying on my headset.”

your arms circle around him before your hands curl around the back of his hair, softly tugging it. “you’re welcome, i’m gonna make me one now so we’re matching.”

you pat his back as he unwraps his arms around you and rolls back in front of his desk.

“bye chat!” you say out loud, as you’re at the door, blowing your boyfriend a kiss before leaving.

user i just want what they have

[heraldofpassion]

Our Time at the Cabin

Finally managed to finish my new birth fic! Hope you enjoy!

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Getting down the stairs with a bunch of fresh towels in hand, Hugo couldn’t resist looking at his wife through the kitchen window.

She had been in labor from the brink of dawn, the sun now getting pretty high in the sky. Waddling through the grass, her hands on her back and belly, slowly breathing through the contractions. She was completely nude, her body offered to the warming rays of the summer. She had nothing to hide and lived as such.

Hugo joined her in the yard, the treeline extending all the way around their home. They lived in a modest, but cozy cabin in the middle of the woods. It was Valerie’s wish to leave the noisy city and find their roots back. Hugo wasn’t sure at first, but was convinced and now fully agreed on the sound idea his wife had had. And when she got pregnant, she expressed to desire to give birth as the women of her family all did before her: at home, at their own pace. Hugo, again, followed his wife’s wishes, and never regretted it.

The young man wrapped his arm around his wife, tenderly kissing her neck. She let a moan escape her mouth, before melting into Hugo’s grasp.

“Thank you, love. I was starting to think… you’d never come back,” Valerie joked, gently moving side to side, relying on her husband to support her extra weight. Since her labor had started for real, her belly had dropped significantly, making it even harder for her to move around.

“You know I’d never leave you, or our little one,” Hugo responded in a whisper, before placing a kiss on Valerie’s shoulder. “How do you feel? Do you think our baby has made any progress?”

Val grimaced slightly from a sharp pain in her side, before responding.

“It’s hard to say… but I feel like this little one is getting impatient to be born. They feel heavier and heavier… It’s like I have a… oh… bad contraction…”

Valerie couldn’t end her sentence before turning around, wrapping her arms around Hugo’s neck and slightly squatting, a strong contraction coursing through her body.

“Bad one… hurts…” she groaned, feeling herself opening further and further, her baby’s head resting against her cervix.

Hugo caressed his wife’s back, swaying with her, supporting her as she set the pace, her body knowing what to do.

“I’m here, darling. You’re doing so good. You’re so strong. You’re the best mama ever,” he smiled, letting her press her head on his shoulder.

“I think… think I want to go in the lake. Will you go with me?” Val asked, gently stroking Hugo’s face as the contraction faded.

“Of course, I’d never say no to you. I will be my pleasure,” he answered, taking her hand and placing a tender kiss on the back of it.

They exchange a smile filled with respect, care and love, before slowly making their way to the small lake nearby.

The water was clear and shining with the sun, almost like giant mirror. Valerie let herself walk into the water, her nude pregnant body glistening, only enhanced by the slow lapping of the water on her curves. Hugo couldn’t take his eyes off her. She never had been more beautiful then right now, laboring with their child. He finally joined her, helping her float and let her body free itself from most of the tension she was feeling.

“This is good… much better. Can’t believe we’re going to hold our baby soon…” Valerie said aloud, gently stroking her belly, before grabbing Hugo’s hand and placing it on top of her hard belly.

“Hey little one, it’s your daddy you’re feeling. Want to say hi?” Valerie chuckled, rubbing Hugo’s hand over her skin, while he was beaming with love and pride.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted inside Val, she left out a slight yelp, before a jet of birth fluid escaped from between her legs, followed by a larger gushing, turning the water slightly murky.

“Guess my water broke…” Val laughed. “This baby really wants out,”

“Definitely. Do you need a towel.” winked Hugo, gently stroking her wet hair.

A kick taunted the surface of her belly, before the pain started flaring up again, stronger than before. She reached for Hugo’s arm.

“Yeah… really wants out… oh it’s happening…”

Valerie was resting against Hugo’s chest, holding onto him for dear life, her legs spread wide. He was kissing her forehead and moving her hair out of her eyes.

She could feel her lips opening, parting away to make place for the baby’s head. Involuntary, she felt herself tense up and start to push, slowly at first, but as the contraction faded again, she was giving in to the urge. She exhaled deeply as it ended, having just realized that she had been keeping it in.

“Almost there already, you’re doing so good…” whispered Hugo in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

On his part, Hugo was in awe at his wife strength and resolve. He guided her to the shore, where she would be able to lay against a solid surface and give herself a better support, leaving Hugo between her legs to help you deliver their child. He was stroking her thighs, slowly, almost methodically, his eyes fixed on the head starting to part his wife’s vagina. But something was… not as expected.

“Babe… that’s not the head coming out…” said Hugo, turning his gaze back to his wife, looking slightly concerned.

“What?!” Val exclaimed, raising her head, as if she was trying to say over her belly. “It’s breech?”

Hugo nodded, his hands still stroking her thighs. He knew it would make it harder on his wife, but he knew it didn’t make it impossible, and if someone could do it, it was Valerie.

Another contraction came, Valerie feeling her entire body tense, like her spine turned into electrified wire. She pushed hard, so hard… her vagina opening like never before. She felt like she was on fire, like she was going to rip apart…

“It’s too big! Too big! Hugo make it stop!!!” she screamed, consumed by the pressure and pain.”

“It’s gonna be ok, love. Just breathe, let it pass. Follow your body,” Hugo tried to reassure her, hating to see her in pain like that.

Valerie was moaning and panting, trying to mitigate the pressure on her lips.

“Help… help me Hugo… I’m gonna tear!” she screamed again, feeling her husband’s hands starting to gently massage the skin around her vagina, in the hope of stretching her enough for their baby’s body to come out.

Without even thinking, her body acting with a will, Valerie pushed again, even deeper. Hugo could see their baby, bottom first, their body bent on itself. Hugo knew their child would be alright, but their position made the birth even more complicated.

His wife continued to push like her life depended on it, the body starting to crown between her legs.

“Keep going, you’re almost there! Hugo encouraged his wife, gently stretching her again as the legs were almost out.

With a final guttural cry, Valerie pushed their baby’s legs out, the head still lodged deeply between her lips.

“Oh god! Oh god oh god… is it out? What’s happening?” panicked the mother, trying to reach between her legs, but her belly, while deflated a bit, was still in the way.

“The body is out, don’t worry. Just the head left,” smiled Hugo, holding Val’s hand, reassuring her, being here, trying to ground her.

Val took a deep breath, centered herself. She could herself being stretched wider than ever before, knowing pushing the head out would be quite the experience, to say only that.

“I feel it rising… I’m gonna push again…” cried Valerie, her breath rising, getting quicker.

“Stay calm, take a deep breath,” Hugo reminded her, holding her hands in his. “You’re going to birth our baby. When you feel the need, push…”

As soon as Hugo finished his sentence, Val threw her head back, her belly tensing and hardening as she pushed again, her lips moving around her large baby’s head. It seemed like an eternity, like the burning would never stop. A few seconds later, the head slipped out of Valerie as she yelped again from pain and surprise.

With the help of Hugo, she took their baby, who started to cry, and rocked them until they calmed down, before pressing them to her breast. Valerie was crying softly, as were Hugo, so happy in this perfect day.

They had a new addition to their family. Their time at the cabin would only be better from now one.

[chososcamgirl]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 - the old heads

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m. list

background !

the five friends have been a close knitted group ever since highschool, and that didn’t change throughout college or after.

shoko graduated with valedictorian and top of the class and nanami was bitter about it for 3 days and didn’t talk to shoko at all. she completed her md and residency and now is an orthopaedic surgeon. choso and gojo both studied computer science in college however gojo just barely passed all his classes not because he wasn’t completing the work but because he was absent for almost half of them. satoru often takes advantage of the few skills he learnt in his classes and makes troll sites and leaks people’s ip on val after he loses (he shortly becomes semi-famous for this). choso, who actually paid attention in class, now works for a software company. nanami graduated with a degree in engineering and is planning to start his own company with the help of suguru who teaches with a degree in business and hospitality.

suguru, choso and satoru all live in a condo together and are all rather living pretty comfortably. whilst shoko and nanami choose to live separately and own a house each, they all live within the same block so if ever they need help, it’s just a 2 minute drive. upon graduating with a degree in business and hospitality, suguru opens up a new cafe. he has been planning this for the past year and nothing was stopping him now that he has all the expenses paid off. even though satoru is a trust fund baby and offered to give him all the money for it early on, suguru declined not because of his pride but because he needed to do this on his own for himself.

fun facts !

ᨘ໑▸ the characters included in this post are all aged 27-28 years old.

ᨘ໑▸ choso always scolds satoru about his digital footprint but that man does not GAF.

ᨘ໑▸ the whole group meets atleast once a week - which is usually friday nights at the condo in which they all eat dinner together - choso always ends up being the cook because not only does he volunteer but because he makes knows how to make a mean dish. the night usually ends in a board game which always ends up with gojo sulking and throwing a tantrum, accusing the winner (which is nanami most of the time) of cheating and then drinking until he forgets about the whole thing and starts dancing on the table.

ᨘ໑▸ due to satoru’s antics with trolling and doxxing and his new found fame, the whole group is blew up by association.

ᨘ໑▸ suguru adopted a stray black and white cat left on the side of the road. he called her ‘spring’. he loved her until her last breath up until she died 5 years later when he was 18. he cried for a week and gojo comforted him whole time. it was bittersweet but he knew she was in a better place. this was one of the reasons the cat cafe he’s opening is going to be home to multiple strays which will be up for adoption.

ᨘ໑▸ someone made a velocity thirst edit of choso after finding out about him through gojo and it’s now repeatedly played during dinner.

ᨘ໑▸ nanami and choso hated eachother in highschool because both of them claimed to be my chemical romance’s #1 fan

ᨘ໑▸ gojo was not joking in those tweets..

a/n: if i ever make typos plz do not make fun of me </3

#𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄

synopsis ; the season of sun-kissed oceans and golden-hued moments is before you! however being a broke college student is not an ideal look to have, especially at your age. desperately seeking solace from financial woes, you and your bestfriend stumble upon an unexpected opportunity - a cat cafe. crafting lattes and pampering purring patrons seems easy enough, right? that fantasy lasts about one day before reality claws in.

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[minzart]

A quick fix me up

Vox / reader

Unresolved sexual tension - ehhh +16 maybe? It's not really that explicit I think? - the eroticism of fixing a robot

Ao3

It had a been a fucking month, and the tech overlord could still feel the collateral damage of his - very purposeful, not at all accidental - melt down, tantrum, accident caused by that prick of an ultrapassed piece of junk still affecting his processing and it was getting on his nerves that he might feel the need to reboot for the second time this day before he has to peel more faux skin off his body.

And to top it all of, Val had to just still be obsessing over his fucking whore of a spider, noooo because the sixteen hour long shots had to be done today, he can't fucking relax or try to take his mind of the double work he has to do now that Alastor is back and viewership is decaying gradually, it's not like the pimp is the fucking director and can't just take half an hour to a quicky and be done with it.

Fucks sake when Valentino wants to fuck it's not a matter of yes, not even when, it's a now and be damned his screen if he denies the petty princess anything, but when he wants to fuck, and Angel Dust is at the vicinity, it has to have star alignment to convince the moth demon to even take his eyes of his fucking bitch for even two seconds.

He can feel another glitch happening at his screen, left eyes of all places, making his vision spin and change colors. He is tired, he is bothered, he is furious, he is stressed and he is still glitching. With a sigh of defeat Vox finally decides to call the person who can, at the very least, fix one of his many problems, his personal doctor, or should he call you his trusted mechanic, he settles for old -friend- acquaintance.

The logo of your business bounces in the closest screen, he misses when it was your face, not that he will ever let you know that, it's late and yet your voice, groggy and annoyed answered his call anyways.

“it's three in the fucking morning Vox what the fuck do you want” it's only your voice, no matter how many times he tried to force the video calls you never let your camera work properly, a quirky “fuck you” to him you had said once.

“gOOdNiiiGggth to yOu tOOo” he tries his best to say you name energetically, but the stupid glitch won't let his usual charisma take roots, at the end he sighs and groans.

“...... what the fuck did you do to your voice box this time, if I have to get cum out of it again I swea-” the sounds of sheets moving informs him that you were in fact probably sleeping, joy, he was the only one with trouble sleeping then.

“JUsrt gggEt yoR aSS hERe” he disconnects the call from your end.

“alright fine, fine I'm going” you talk to air, and he stills hears you because it's better than to give his attention to whatever is happening upstairs right now, not in the patience for it “I know you can still hear me you control freak, get your ass moving to the closest sofa before I have to drag your corpse from your fucking evil lair”

He chuckles, it would be funny if he wasn't actually hearing you, and it did happened before, your pissed face was priceless at the time, his body is ten times more difficult to command but he manages to enter in the elevator and out to the suit, Velvette is at her side of the tower getting her beauty sleep and Val “working”, leaving him with the space for himself and finally tranquility.

The television tunes to the nearest camera at your house, and he let's his mind wanders waiting for you to arrive. You were locking your door of the apartment when he sees a foot inside your house stopping it from closing, he changes the camera in annoyance who the fuck was there? Last time he checked you didn't have a new roommate since him, and it was fucking eons ago, and no fucking camera at that building is good enough to look inside your house, shit.

You two were talking, your hand goes up gently, your face disappear from frame, oh it's a whore, because of fucking course it is, but then you smile and walks away, leaving whoever the fuck was that inside, that couldn't be a partner could it? No, no way, you wouldn't, but who let's a fucking whore alone in your house in hell, no, scratch that, you, specifically, never fucking even let whores in since he remembers knowing you in this damned place, too paranoid for it, so who the fuck was that.

The overlord can feel heat building in his chest, twisting his insides and acid in his mouth. It was not a good day, nor a good week, nor a good month, he wouldn't call himself an easy jealous man, absolutely never, why would he even get jealous??? He's powerful, he's famous, he's rich, fuck he is ten time the man he was dead than alive. And still… and still he never is the first priority of nobody he could even call the closest thing hell can offer as friends.

Not for Val who would offer amazing sex but God if it didn't get tiring the temper tantrums, not to mention the several PR nightmares he has to cover; not for Vel who still has the best head on her shoulder of the three of them, but was God awful at listening to anything but her voice; not to his audience slowly slipping out of his grasp; not for his stars who only suck him up for a rise; not even for his fucking rival who hasn't even tried to rile him up since he came fucking back; and definitively not for you who was at the door of the company at three in the morning leaving whoever a sweetheart that stranger might be alone just because he called with a glitch voice...

He slowly gets his hand away from his face, grip so tight he could feel the holes it left dripping blue down his sides, vision black and white, and opens the automatic door for you with a snap of fingers. The lights are off and the second the security comes to you, you flash your ID card of the company, and go to the elevator without exchanging a word with the demon. It closes the second you are in and automatically sets your destination to the low levels of the V tower.

He hears the ping of the elevator opening and your footsteps getting closer, the TV now off. “alright let me see the damage”

You lift his head gently, peel the layers of clothes mechanically, and move the coffee table closer, your expression is of professionalism, neutral, and bags in your eyes”can you talk?”

“wwWhaAT dOdo-youu ThinnnK?” he answers and mentally grabs at the relief fraction of expression you show.

“ok, wires not completely busted” you unscrew his face and get to work, always precise, always gentle, you have always been gentle, he remembers meeting you, countless of years ago, a demon specializing in upgrading sinners with mechanical bodies, he remembers his rising days with a touch of bitterness, determination and a little bit of fondness, you were the first he ever trusted to ever exchange his screen when it broke when he still was scared of a second death.

He can hear you walking around, probably looking for the spare parts he has, and comes back as quickly. It's nice, he feels nice, relaxed, strange how a semblance of care can melt away his nerves is a good way. You are not even thinking about your motions, he can tell, and yet Vox let's himself bask in this fraction of attention a little, a lot, every little touch every little check he feels he commits to memory and replays over and over again.

From his face to his back and now he can feel your hands inside him adjusting wires and peeling melted wax that is where it shouldn't be because “your last black out made your cooling system kiss your ass goodbye so I'm gonna replace this too and you are gonna have to get new fake skin” and he couldn't be happier right now since it makes you stay a little while longer.

It's weird, he fucking knows that, he knows, he knows how weird it is feeling you be so fucking gentle and profession and getting off to it, and fuck if having you right there behind him didn't gave him an adrenalin burst, would you notice? Have you noticed how he can feel his insides hum in pleasure every time you fix him inside? You must, come on, it's so very obvious he's hotter than normal, it's not even funny.

And his mind just runs in it too, colors coming back to his vision, and his mind isn't even close to reality, his pants are tight and he wants to just grind so fucking bad to get some friction going down there, he feels one of your hands pin him in place, firmily sat, and he wishes it was to pin him down and- fuck, he feels electricity run around his whole body, you flinch breaking all contact and he has to bless his luck that he doesn't have a working voice box right now because he feels he just whimpered at the lost of contact “You good bud?”

He shudders and nods frantically, a little bit of panic building in his gut, fuck he can feel his pants are not dry, goddammit “lay down” you want to kill him, you definitively want to kill him, he will play that command on loop next time he gets this fucking needy.

He does as you ask, and has half a mind to not just plant his face between the pillows, he has to play it cool, he has to, his ego won't let him otherwise, the sofa shifts you are sitting besides his back and keep working, a new voice box being placed and carefully connected, he wishes you would have opted to just sit on him instead, the weight might have helped his too energetic body to calm the fuck down, it had in the past. He grips his forearms to try and focus on anything else but the new feeling of your fingers closing his back and making sure it's closed properly, he already is playing with fire just for having that erection again and now he has a voice and he doesn't trust it to say any more words.

“want to talk about what got you so stressed at three in the morning?” he can hear you yawning, sliding down the sofa, and as he turns to see where you're going, he meets you at eye level, you are sitting at the ground, arms crossed besides his head as a makeshift pillow for your own and attention fully, undoubtedly, on him only.

He can feel his eyes widen, and antennas snap up as a little wave of electricity pass between then, he has three seconds of blue screen before he is back with a smirk in his smug face “why absolutely nothing, i just needed a little fixing it's all and day time it's such a busy time you know, couldn't schedule it for later”

“hmhu” you deadpan his sales persona “alright, mr shivering-at-the-mere-contact-of-skin keep telling yourself that”

“whatever do you mean” he can feel his screen heating, fuck, you sigh and gets up, he stupidly follows your action rising himself too quickly and almost tumbling down the sofa “hey now what's the rush-”

“it's five in the morning” you are already at the door “and i got clients to attend”

“five- fuck” boner be damned he has news to deliver at six “why didn't you told me when it was four!”

“I was too busy rearranging your guts” he can hear the smirk in your voice and now he wants to punch your mouth with his.”have a good day Vox”

And just like that you are gone… he keeps dressing back up, tying his bow tie, getting coffee and checking his phone, life goes on normally, and he is back at 110% in no time. The only thing bothering him is how he will keep telling himself he is alright, nothing to look into, no sir, he doesn't have the worst case of communication allergies known to man that is costing his sanity, absolutely not, he is in control, always, he has to be.

[adorethedistance]

House Rules - Frat!Trevor Zegras x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, PDA, intimacy (PG-13)

Words: 1765

Summary: This is the first time Trevor’s invited you over to hang at TKE outside of party hours and the evening goes better than anticipated.

A/n: I proofed this one more than I usually do so hopefully y’all like it! I guess frat trevor is the direction we’re gonna go with this acc atm lol.

“You actually came!” Trevor jeers at me from where he stands in the entrance to the TKE house. I roll my eyes and, as annoying as the teasing is, he looks too good for me to be mad. He’s leaning with his right shoulder against the doorway and both hands in the pockets of his grey joggers. It’s a pleasant surprise to see he’s wearing a t-shirt and baseball cap instead of his usual hoodie and beanie combo. Not that I don’t like the hoodie. There’s just something about being able to see how toned his chest is.

“It’s a lot easier now that there’s no one at the door hassling me about a wristband,” I say once I’m close enough to speak at a regular volume. He smiles but shakes his head in a subtle surrender.

“Touché.” As I step onto the porch, Trevor steps out from under the threshold, completely invading my personal space. Before I can question the action, he places both hands on my hips and kisses me gently as a greeting. When we pull away he looks down at me and smiles softly. He’s not even that much taller than me but I feel like he’s fully towering over me. “Come on in.”

I exhale heavily, trying to relax myself. My palms are tinged with sweat and my heart is racing from more that just the kiss. Even though it’s already been a full month since our first kiss, this will be the first time he’s brought me into his space rather than hanging out at my place. I’ve met plenty of the TKE brothers here and there but this is the first time Trevor is having me over for longer than just a quick hi and bye.

Trevor leads me into the space and now that it’s lit by more than just LED party lights, I’m really getting a feel for what this place actually looks like. The walls are stained with various shades of grey from dirt and scuffing and other activities. There’s a hole in the drywall behind the door that’s perfectly aligned with the doorknob. Dirt and grime cover the floor from countless spilled drinks and substances. My shoes are sticking to the floor as we walk and I cringe at the idea of ever being without shoes here.

“Do you guys ever clean…? Like ever?” I ask, hurrying my pace to catch up to Trevor. Once I do, he takes my hand in his and leads me down the hallway to the stairwell.

“Okay babe, rule number one: drop any and all standards of living when entering a frat house.” My heart flutters at his use of a pet name but I don’t want to draw attention to it so I choose to bicker with him.

“Why do I have to drop my standards? Why can’t you just raise your own?”

“My standards are perfectly fine thank you- this way.” At the top of the stairs, Trevor nudges me to the left and down another long hallway of questionable sanitation. It’s not as bad as the ground floor but I’m sure the dark colored carpet was an intentional choice. There are a few random decorations on the walls: a ‘Saturdays are for the boys’ flag, a movie poster for Wolf of Wall Street, and various wooden paddles that have a plethora of names and years written on them. As we reach the end of the hall, Trevor stops me abruptly and knocks on the closed door of what I assume is his bedroom. He shoots me a mildly annoyed look and I quirk a brow in confusion.

“One second!” I hear a feminine voice call from the other side. What the actual fuck? “Okay, you’re good!” Does he just keep other girls in his room at all times?

As I open my mouth to speak, Trevor swings the door open and walks in. I don’t speak but rather move to stand in the doorway to find out what’s going on. When I look in the room I see Val lounging on the end of a twin sized bed. She smiles when she sees me and I instantly relax.

“Hey!” she tries to wave as best as she can but struggles because she’s leaning back, propped up on her elbows.

“I was gone for one minute and you two were already going at it?” Trevor asks facetiously as he flops down onto his own bed on the opposite side of the room. Val scoffs a laugh and shakes her head.

“For your information, Jamie was changing shirts so I waited until he was done.”

“Please. We’ve all seen Jamie shirtless.”

“She hasn’t!” Val argues on my behalf, “And she might not be comfortable with that.”

“You’re fine with that aren’t you, Y/n?” Trevor asks nonchalantly.

“I think that’s more of a question for Jamie, is it not?”

“Thank you for being the only one concerned with my comfort level, Y/n,” Jamie says, teasingly directing the remark to Val and Trevor as he shrugs on a sage green bomber jacket.

“Rule number two: clothes are optional,” Trevor adds.

“That’s rule number two?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Jamie walks over to the bed and sits down to put on shoes and as I observe him getting ready to go, I realize I’ve been standing in the doorway the whole time. I awkwardly step through and make my way over to Trevor. As I walk over to his bed I ask,

“Where are you guys going?” Trevor lazily outstretches his arm to grab my hand and pull me down onto the bed with him. So I sit on the edge, the outside of my right thigh against Trevor’s hip, which apparently isn’t enough for him as he refuses to let go of my hand. Val answers,

“We’re just gonna grab food real quick. Plus, I’m tired of looking at him.” She points an accusatory finger at Trevor, playfully narrowing her eyes. He glares back at her before tracing circles with his thumb on the top of my hand.

“When you point a finger at someone in blame-” Trevor says in a dramatic cadence.

“There are four fingers pointing back at you!” Val completes his sentence.

“Or three…” They say in unison and then share a laugh. Jamie and I exchange a confused look and he shrugs which leads Trevor and Val to gawk at us.

“Bullet Train?” Trevor asks incredulously. I shake my head slowly to indicate the name isn’t ringing any bells.

“I know Jamie hasn’t seen it, but you too?!” Val chimes in.

“I can’t say I have.”

“We’re watching it tonight when we get back,” she declares before turning her attention to Trevor, “I’ll have Jamie text you when we decide on where to eat and you can send him your orders.”

“Oh, you don’t have to get me-”

“Don’t trip chocolate chip. I’m interning with Paramount right now so I have big girl money,” she cuts me off mid-sentence, “Plus, I don’t want anyone to starve during the movie that we will be watching.”

“Well, that’s very generous of you.”

“It’s always important to rely on the kindness of strangers… even though we’re not strangers,” Val responds sweetly. She then looks at Jamie and her demeanor changes to playful exasperation. “Are you ready yet?!” Jamie looks at her a moment, both of them biting back a smile. Before Val can react, Jamie bear hugs her to tackle her onto his bed.

“Does it look like I’m ready yet?!” He bites back jokingly.

“Yes…?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Cool,” Val stands up and holds her hand out to Jamie which he takes. She then pretends to put her whole body weight into heaving him off the bed. “God, are you made of lead?!”

“Oh shut up.” Jamie stands before placing a kiss on Val’s cheek. She smiles brightly and then pulls him out of the room.

“See you guys!”

“See ya… I like Val,” I say to put a button on the moment. Watching Val and Jamie interact so sweetly makes me smile.

“Me too. She’s been really good for Jamie.” When I turn to look at Trevor, I find he’s already looking at me. Instead of breaking the moment he sits up and he stares into my eyes. His smile grows at the sight of my own.

“What?”

“You’re pretty is all.”

“So… what do you want to do until the movie?” I ask sincerely. Trevor doesn’t answer. He just smirks and I can tell exactly what he’s trying to say. Grinning, I slip off my shoes and he moves up to rest against the headboard. Crawling onto his bed, I straddle his legs before gently sitting on his lap. Trevor’s hands find my waist, caressing the sliver of exposed skin between the hem of my cropped shirt and the waistband of my pants. He tilts his head upwards to kiss me but before we connect, I take his baseball cap by the bill and slide it all the way around until it sits backwards on his head. He smiles up at me before closing the gap between us.

The feeling of his lips on mine sparks a fire inside of me, just like the first time we kissed. It was a full month ago and yet it feels like yesterday. His lips move passionately in sync with mine. He then pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing the skin with an air of desire. Our movements feel desperate for one another, consumed by kiss. The scent of his familiar cologne, the delight of tracing my fingers over his jaw bone and lacing them into his hair, the electricity of his hands sliding over my hips to firmly grab my ass, all of it envelopes me at once. I can feel myself falling hard for Trevor Zegras. .

Gripping my left hand in his hair, I drop my right to rest on his firm chest. Under the soft fabric of his cotton t-shirt I feel the grooves of his three millimeter chain and hook my fingers in it gently. He groans into the kiss and I slide my right hand up to tilt his chin up. I kiss across his jaw and then down the length of his neck, occasionally grazing a bit of his skin between my teeth. He lets out a choked whine before reconnecting our lips.

“I want you so bad right now.”

“What about Val and Jamie?”

“We’re fine. Rule number three: always knock before opening a closed door.”

“Take me.”

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A/n: I was gonna make this a really long part but then I decided to split up the exposition and the actual smut in favor of making shorter parts. Hope y’all liked it and get the decision to split things up.

[aplgy-girl]

THE QUARRY — bloodline ᝰ.ᐟ

~ fem!oc x jacob custos — fem!oc x max brinly 𝜗𝜚

CHAPTER ONE — prologue

TAGS ༉‧₊˚.

17+ !! suggestive, gorey, NOT PROOFREAD, cancellation of characters and/or dialogues, no caps friendly, lore is semi changed to fit into my characters plots! <3

no schedule — chapters might be short ྀི

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THE MOONLIGHT SHONE through the cracks of the van max borrowed from his mother, four young adults sat on the cushioned seats of it. all met from college classes, turned to study group, made into close friends. laura sat in the back with a veterinarian technician textbook in her sleep, whilst the purple haired woman, valerie, on her right side with her eyes closed, head bobbing softly to the soft music coming from her vintage ipod thrumming in her hand.

“okay, but seriously, max.. you shouldn’t be so stubborn and listen to me about directions.” a dark haired brunette cooed towards max, her hand holding onto max’s free hand, rubbing delicate circles on top his soft knuckles. max was noticeably anxious, driving into circles for what feels like eternity.

“sammie, hun, i tried. you told me two signs ago that we should go left… we are at the same sign.” he sighs, glancing towards his lover with adoration and agitation. they all decided to volunteer at a children’s summer camp over the season, to allow themselves “peace and tranquility” through the upcoming hardships they will have to encounter at university. it was also a farewell vacation for max and sammie, since they were moving universities to study abroad, or so what sammie said. max didn’t seem too keen on the plan, moving away from his childhood bestfriend, laura. sammie reasoned they will return to visit soon, since she would also be leaving her bestfriend, valerie.

valerie understood though, shes always supported samantha through everything. if you were a stranger to them, you would think they’re dating, but its quite the opposite. sammie and val always were like two peas in a pod, her mother being the sister to val’s, causing them to be close from the get-go.

they met max and laura in middle school, after sammie talked max’s ear off in aquatic science that she adored sharks, she introduced max to val, who then introduced laura to the bestfriends.

“i—ouch!-” val yelped when laura kicked her in a sleepy haze, causing val to lightly kick the girl in retort. the blonde stirred awake, eyebrows furrowed as she glares at val, in which she shrugs, kicking the blondes feet down from the seat to make more room for herself.

“whatever, whats going on guys? do you need a map, max?” she yawned out, stretching as much as she could in the confined car. she looked around the area to find the map, causing max’s attention to deviate to the movement.

sammie turned back to address max about what an offline book just experienced, before realizing he wasn’t paying attention. “max! road!” she groaned, lightly tapping his head as to signal it to turn.

he mutters a sorry, quickly turning to the road but sees a…. he doesn’t know exactly what he sees, but it’s big and most importantly, in their path. sammie’s eyes widen in realization as time feels to freeze, her hands flying to swerve the car to keep them from running over whatever that was.

the sudden movements pick up the attention of the two other women. the car thrashed wildly as you can hear sammie panicking while max tries to maintain the cars balance.

“ohmygodohmygodohmygod-” sammie rambled, one hand holding onto max’s shirt tightly, his once free hand now on the wheel to offer extra support, and the other hand holding the grab handles at the top of the car.

after what feels like forever for them, but in reality was 20 seconds, the tires screech to a pit stop. the only sound made was the panicked breathing of the group, eyes wide as saucers staring at each other.

“can somebody tell me what the fuck just happened?”

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Angel Dust Re-redesign🕷️🕸️

Made a re-redesign of my redesign of Angel Dust. The left ones my new one, the right one the old one.

The main reason I wanted to re-redesign my Angel Dust was because I felt like It could’ve been more “former mafioso” and androgynous coded. For my Angel I’m going for a journey of self expression, finding a happy medium after being pushed to be in one thing his whole life and afterlife. First by his family to be more masculine , then Val pushing him to be more feminine before finally meeting people like Charlie, Husk and the rest of the Hotel that encourage him to just be himself💜

Changed the blazer to a shirt in a tie knot. I can def see him get a blazer overtime thanks to loving Charlie’s so much.

Changed the eyes to both being black for a spider vibe and wanted the pupils to look big for the spider coding plus when often doing drugs, a common side effect is dilated pupils. Subtle hint to how he died…💊💉

Added the webbing unto the collar and corset top instead.

Changed his thorax, fur patterns and colors a bit.

Went for one set of long gloves and one pair of short gloves. They were actually fairly popular in the 40’s(when he died).

Did some research and there’s a lot of jumping spiders. For Angel I decided to make him a bold jumping spider. @a-sterling-rose shared a cool idea that an overlord can change their contracted souls appearence to fit their tastes and Val recoloured Angel into white and pink, aswell as made his stripes heart shaped. Here are some pics of what bold jumping spiders look like.

What do u think? Which design do u like best? I’d love to know💖

[clockworkreapers]

Can you give a brief description of what the 16 emissaries are like?

In personality no (cuz not all of them are my characters, as with all AN things other people are invited into the universe or invited to make offshoots of it). Blanket description of the position is that they are part of the royal “family”, all fuchsia bloods who did not fight for the position of ruler and instead become emissaries of the empire. All emissaries are one step below The Luminary (the current empress) in rank of power. They are the ones who oversee colony planets that are gifted to them by the empress. Think of them as similar to governors or old world lords but the area they oversee are entier planet colonies that house billions of Alternians each.

The emissary that I can 100% speak for on a more personal level is Valitn aka Val. Val is on the younger side, like around 900 sweeps (like 2000 years old) and he kinda shows it cuz he’s very free spirited and kinda disregards his job. He’s known for handing a lot of stuff off to advisors while he instead goes off and kinda just enjoys himself going out to dinners/galas/parties/celeb meet ups/ anything that’s fun and flashy. Sure he has the knowledge to regulate his colonies but he just thinks it’s a hassle and boring. He does participate in more formal imperial gatherings and meetings still however, he just has other people in govornment under him do the majority of the work and he gets to know the gist of what’s going on. (Why he only has 3 colonies cuz Luminary doesn’t want to give him more cuz he’s not responsible enough yet).

There are also 4 elder emissaries that are owned by my significant other who I can moderately speak for (though he’d know the most).

Blalip, The Emissary Warlord and the head of the military, as well as Luminaries right hand and the oldest living troll in the empire as of now. Hes the grandpa fuchsia, gruff, serious, very intimidating and also very physically imposing, he is a scary old man. Of course being the face and overseer of the entire Alternian military he’s very very important.

Harlan, The Emissary Droneforger (my trolls live on one of his colonies) He is the second eldest fuchsia very reserved, kinda the quiet engeneer who likes to be left to his work. He’s on the side of industrializing and physical machinery manufacturing side of the empire. He’s not as hands on with his colonies but he’s the one you want to be under if your looking to be a big name inventor or manufacturer of machinery and non-cybernetic tech.

Yrskma, The Emissary Vivisectionist, her focus is on cybernetics manufacturing and improvements. She is at the top of bioengineering research and implementation. Mad sciency lady but more contained/ less insane, very smart and put together, also very into her research but is more likely to collaborate and talk with other trolls rather than keep to herself like Harlan.

Quelia, The Emissary Oracle. She is the youngest of the elder fuchsias (those older than Luminary) and she issssss… interesting? She is brilliant mind you, an incredibly talented and knowledgeable programmer, in turn she kinda oversees a lot of cyberspace and internet regulation. She made a lot of the base stuff for what keeps the web running along with useful A.I. and imperial programing she’s kinda the god and mother of cyberspace. However in person she is flirty, nutty, and kinda crazy, she is the most likely to stab you due to an intrusive thought.

[the-travelling-witch]

May I ask how would your ocs react to their partner needing attention? Cuddles etc! Or possibly just annoying them until they stop what their doing to focus on them *cough cough a certain streamer bird demon*

yes you may!! though i think i accidentally went on a side quest and wrote drabbles instead, sorry ^^;

summary: coming to them for affection and attention

pairings: dantalion :: valefar :: stolas x gn! reader

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍

You turned to your left. You turned to your right. You cursed Belphie.

Stretching your hand out towards the cold side of Dantalion’s big bed, patting around for good measure, you sighed when you found it just as empty as when you went to bed.

You sat up at the resignation that sleep wouldn’t find you anyway and detangled yourself from the silky blankets. Just as you had guessed, light was still filtering in from underneath the door and when you padded along the pristine hallways of the demon’s home, you found Dantalion sitting in a plush armchair, his normal clothes already swapped for a luxurious robe as he pored over the upcoming issue of “Devil Style”.

“You’re still working?” Rubbing the nonexistent sleepiness from your eyes, you watched him tilt his head up, bright eyes trailing from what he was reading to your figure in the doorway. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“I could be asking you the same thing, darling,” he mused, already extending a hand towards you and inviting you to join him.

“I can’t sleep without you there,” you admitted as you slipped your fingers into his slender ones.

“My apologies,” the blond murmured, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles in an effort to make it up to you. “Unfortunately, this review can’t wait. But you are welcome to join me as I wrap up, I’m nearly done anyway.”

“Sure,” you agreed and slipped into his lap, your back supported by his chest as you studied the magazine in front of you. “Oh, I saw a lot of demons wearing something like that recently.”

“Hmm, it seems to be very popular lately, especially on Devilgram. I believe we have Asmo to thank for that,” Dantalion offered and as always you were in awe that he just knew these things off the top of his head. “Perhaps you should come and try on some of the new arrivals. I believe the style would suit you well.”

The two of you kept going through the magazine together, Talion taking notes here and there. The scratch of his pen combined with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and his arms loosely curled around you, enveloping you like the scent of his body wash, weighed heavy on your eyelids. Soon thereafter, your breathing evened out and your head fell against his shoulder, your cheek pressing into the silken material of his robe.

Careful not to wake you, Dantalion closed the magazine after reviewing his notes again, then whisked it away with magic. Gently tracing a finger over your cheekbone, the demon smiled to himself at how peaceful you looked before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

Lifting you up, he made his way over to the bedroom so you could finally get some rest, already looking forward to waking up next to you in the morning.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑

The door to Valefar’s private office creaked open as you poked your head in, looking around the room before your eyes locked onto the demon’s figure at his desk. His focus was entirely on the documents in front of him, so you decided not to disturb him and slowly went to close the door again.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Val still hadn’t looked up from his paperwork, yet you could tell one of his eyebrows was raised in that typical way of his.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you,” you mumbled into the quiet room, heat rising to your cheeks at your own fumbling. “You’re busy right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I can also be busy later,” he said, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His dark hair was tousled as if he had run his hand through it a couple of times, his suit jacket and tie slung over the back of his chair. “So, you’re gonna tell me why you’re here?”

“It’s nothing important, really. I can just come back later–”

While you were trying to backtrack, Valefar had crossed the room to stand in front of you, arms crossed and expression unimpressed as he towered over you. With measured strength, he pulled you fully into his office and shut the door, his hand resting beside your head.

“Now, let’s try this one more time, little lamb,” the demon said, head lowered so you could look straight into his amber eyes. “Is there something you need from me?”

“I– It’s really dumb,” you sighed. “I just wanted to see you because I missed you.”

There was a beat of silence in which the thought you had angered him crossed your mind. Then, Valefar’s amused chuckle filled the room before you felt weightless, your demon’s nails digging into the fat of your thighs as he lifted you up.

“Val–!”

“How did a sweet little thing like you fall into my claws, hm?” There was a smug glint in his feline eyes at the squeal you let out when he dropped backwards onto one of the couches, pulling you down on top of him. 

When you tried to sit up, his arms wrapped around your torso, keeping you flush against his chest and making you inhale his cologne. There was a rumble in his chest as he lazily drawled his question. “Weren’t you the one who asked for this? Then also stay still.”

“But is it really alright for you to skip work?” You wondered, not wanting to get him in trouble because of you.

“Don’t sweat it, I’m my own boss, remember?” One of his arms was propped up under his head while his other hand had settled on your waist, tracing his pointer finger over your skin. “Besides, you’re much more important than some paperwork anyway.”  

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒

Stolas had been streaming for a while already, just getting around to wrapping up the stream by talking to chat when he received your text asking how much longer he’d be live. Near immediately, he excused himself and waved chat goodbye saying something important came up.

This was by far no uncommon phenomenon. And at first, you had felt pretty guilty when he quickly ended his stream when you actually just wanted to ask if you could still hang out afterwards. But Stolas had very adamantly assured you that it was alright and that his audience was used to him timing lives based on his mood anyway.

Considering you caught most of his streams, you could estimate pretty precisely how long it would take the winged demon to make his way to the House of Lamentation. So when Stolas took longer than usual, you were growing a little worried. Maybe he was more upset over you interrupting his streams than you thought?

There wasn’t much time for you to get into your head though, a familiar knocking pattern against your window ripping you out of your thoughts. Waving at you from outside the glass was Stolas, the dark strands of his hair askew from the angle in which he was cocking his head.

The night air grazed your cheeks as you opened the window to greet him, only to be immediately swept up into his arms and twirled around, flashes of blue darting in and out of your vision as his wings steadily carried you.

“I missed you!” Stolas exclaimed, pressing an excited kiss to your temple. “C’mon, let’s get out of here before your guard dog catches us.”

“By now I think Luci has caught on, to be honest,” you snorted, locking the handle from outside with a handy magic trick Asmodeus had taught you.

“I was talking about Mammon, actually,” the demon grinned back before whirling the two of you high into the Devildom night sky.

As always, the adrenaline was racing through your veins at the playful dips and turns Stolas made while you took in the scenery underneath you. Nightlife was always bustling in the streets here and it was fun watching the demons bustling around the illuminated paths.

You landed on the small balcony outside of Stolas’s apartment, which has become as much of a safe haven to you as the House of Lamentation. Offering you his hand, the demon helped you into his living room, only to pull you towards the couch immediately.

It was only after the dimmed lights were flicked on that you realised the couch had become a cushioned landscape of pillows and blankets, your favourite snacks and drinks sitting on the coffee table.

“C’mon, get comfy,” Stolas encouraged you, one hand in the dip of your back. “We need to catch up on the series we’re watching. Plus I know the game you wanted to play just came out. Chat was begging me to stream it but I wanted to play it with you first.”

“Looks like we’ll be busy then,” you mused, dropping onto the cushions, waiting for Stolas to crowd into your space as he always did.

And no sooner had he pressed play on the latest episode of the show he swore he wouldn’t get invested in, he was already lying between your legs with his head on your chest and arms wrapped around your middle.

“Sorry for being so busy lately,” he mumbled halfway into your shirt. “I didn’t mean to skip out on our time together.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” you smiled down at him, twirling his dual-coloured strands between your fingers. “Besides, Satan ran me through a military-style study routine for the exams anyway, so I wasn’t any less busy. Guess we just have to make up for lost time then, huh?”

Stolas hummed, before grabbing the hand that was close to his face and turning his head so he could flutter a lingering kiss against the skin of your wrist.

“Oh, I fully intend to, if you haven’t noticed.”

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Outside The Office Part Twenty Two

Hi All,

SO GLAD I got so many comments and likes on the last chapter- I hope y'all enjoy it! Trigger warning for body image issues and disordered ideas of what is healthy.

As always, please feel free to drop a comment, a DM or an ask if you have a situation you want Val and Reader to explore together- from shopping to sex, nothing is off limits!

Enjoy!

An hour to the dot later, Lucifer appeared in the living room. Val had left me behind as soon as breakfast was eaten with a kiss and a promise to make good on his words. As soon as he left I changed into the required attire and let myself lounge on the couch and scroll aimlessly through sinstergram while I waited. 

“Well, I see you look ready,” Lucifer said drily as his eyes raked over me. 

I looked up at him from where I laid on the couch. Dressed in black leggings, a tank top and sneakers I assumed my relaxed position was what he was referring to. I rolled to the side and walked towards him as I tucked my phone in my pocket. 

“Ready when you are. Where are we going anyway?” I asked as he opened a portal. “Soul collecting?”

“No. And don’t call it that. We don’t collect souls, we contract souls.” He paused but shook his head, “I mean, we technically collect them but don’t call it that. I don’t like it.”

I stared at him. Even for Lucifer, that comment was weird. “Alright then, where are we going?” 

“To see exactly where your military skills lie- and where you need to improve,” he answered. 

His gaze fell to my wrist, and then to my collarbone. Wordlessly, he brushed his finger against both. 

The bruising and pain vanished instantly. 

“It’s only temporary. Won’t last more than a few hours, but at least I can get an assessment of your full, uninjured body, ” he said easily. “Word on the street is that you were one of the most ferocious angels to ever see combat.”

I didn’t answer. Extermination wasn’t something I participated in, but battling demons who encroached on our territory? That was something I did in my younger years. Mercilessly, and without thought- just as my father had taught me. But the hours I used to spend training were now spent doing much less physical tasks- modeling for Velvette, reading contacts or doing office work for Vox, and of course, studio time with Valentino. I may have been continuing to work out for a few hours a day out of habit, but I was nowhere near where I used to be. 

I stepped through the portal behind Lucifer and looked around. The room was large, with mats shoved against one side and an assortment of weapons on the far wall. I eyed them. Crossbow. Sword. Gun. All things I could easily handle. 

Lucifer gave me a look. “Don’t even think about it. Today is an assessment of your physical skills and fitness. Not how well you can aim a gun. That comes later, I promise. Follow me.” 

I followed him through the door in the back and stepped into another room, this one fully matted, lit only by electric blue light. 

“This is my own personal creation,” Lucifer said proudly. “Over the course of the next few minutes you’ll be surrounded by enemies that feel as real as you and I are. But that’s the kicker- they’re not! That being said, every punch, every kick, every action you give or take will feel real, though at the end that pain will vanish. I strongly suggest you fight as though your life depends on it- the longer you last, the stronger the enemies. And again, I promise you no actual harm will come to you. Go stand in the center of the room.”

I did as I was told and looked around at the matted walls. A sense of unease washed over me as they flickered that same electric blue. 

“I’m going to stand in this corner right and send enemies your way. Fight like you would any other battle. I’ll call time when you’re officially dead.” Lucifer said. 

Faceless black figures filled the room. I allowed my instincts to take over. The first punch hit me in the gut thirty seconds in and I doubled over as pain shot through me. Fuck, he wasn’t kidding when he said they felt real. It was like fighting my own father, or one of the other top angels. Behind me, I felt hands grab my hair. I reached behind and yanked the shadowy being flipping it on its back as hard as I could. It vanished.

“Kill one.” a robotic voice rang out. 

Lucifer clapped his hands together. “Excellent job dear, keep going.” 

I dodged the next, and fought as hard as I could until a searing pain shot through my chest. I gasped and dropped to the floor.

“Time till death. Two minutes and forty seven seconds.” the voice rang out. 

“Oh reader, that was sorely disappointing. You’re going to have to do better than that, “ Lucifer tisked. 

Bright white lights flooded the room and he strode over to where I lay. The pain vanished but I still struggled to catch my breath, my muscles sore from the exertion. Lucifer extended his hand and helped me to my feet. 

“That was…less than impressive, my dear.” he reiterated with a shake of his head. He pressed his finger against the pulse point on my neck and looked at his watch. “I would toss you back out again, but a muscle tear would only further delay us. And judging by how slowly your heart rate is going down, I would strongly suggest conditioning yourself over the next two weeks. We can reassess then. I’d like to teach you how to utilize the power you hold, but I’m afraid we can’t do that quite yet. You’re just not physically ready.”

I must have looked dejected because he gently ruffled my hair. “Enough of that. Just because you toss inebriated demons through a wall, doesn’t mean your stamina is the same as it used to be. Follow me, I want you to see one of my staff doctors before I send you back home. Make sure you’re physically unharmed.” 

The familiar portal opened and I followed him without protest, my mind reeling with both anger and disappointment at myself. I knew how to fight, I was strong, respected, and feared. Or at least, I used to be. 

I stepped into what looked like a hospital room. Lucifer flung himself into one of the chairs and pulled out his phone. As the doctor performed his physical, he glanced up every now and then but quickly went back to typing.When I was told I was cleared of all major health issues, Lucifer stood up and tucked his phone into his jacket pocket. 

“Alright then, let’s get you home, shall we? Again, condition- hard- for the next two weeks. We’ll repeat the same process again then, hopefully with better results.” 

I followed him back through the portal, a dark cloud of shame hanging over my head. As I stepped into the apartment I was hit with the smell of vanilla cake. Velvette sat on the couch, salad in one hand and phone in the other. At least four stacks of pancakes covered the coffee table, accompanied by what looked like banana bread and cookies. 

“Glad you’re here. Vox is in a tizzy.” Velvette grumbled without looking up. 

“What’s his problem?” I asked as I surveyed the scene. I could see Vox whisking something in a bowl. Cookie dough maybe, or brownie batter. 

“My problem?! My problem is that fucker has made his way back to hell and now I have a fucking issue!” Vox hollered from the kitchen. 

Velvette rolled her eyes. Lucifer looked amused. 

“Who….exactly is that fucker?” I asked.

“Alastor.” Velevette and Lucifer answered in unison. 

“Radio demon.” Velvette explained as she stood up, her bowl empty. “They used to be friends until…”

“Until shit hit the fan. But we have bigger issues that I know were caused by him. Like the angels that killed your father and half of the angelic military have been spotted swooping through our fucking skies. And is it really that much of a stretch to notice that Alastor shows up at the same time? I think the fuck not.” Vox shouted over the oven timer. “Where the fuck are the chocolate chips? We can’t be out of them! Velvette! Come take the cake out of the oven before it burns! I need help!”

“In more ways than one,” she muttered as she walked towards the kitchen. “Settle down Vox, I got it.” 

His words snapped me to attention. “They’re here? The angels that killed my father? Here in hell?”

“I mean, they were. I made quick work of them this morning, but you- you need to get your shit together Princess. We are running on a timeline here.” Lucifer said in an unhurried voice.  “Why do you think I pulled you today? And I’m glad I did- you have work to do.” He studied my body and crossed his arms. “You’re not exactly getting tubby, but those muscles could use some work along with your fitness level.”  He checked his watch, and mumbled under his breath. “I gotta go. See you soon, I expect improvement in two weeks' time.” 

He vanished and I stared at the place where he stood. First the physical failure, and now he was insulting me? I felt the heat burn in my cheeks. Had I really let myself go that much? 

“That was mildly rude.” Velvette said as she strode back to the couch. She flopped down and pulled her phone back out. “Care to elaborate?” 

“Not really, I need some time to myself.” I replied as I turned down the hallway to my bedroom. 

Vox yelled something and she walked back to the kitchen,her attention effectively diverted. I closed and locked the door behind me. Standing in front of the mirror, stripped myself down to nothing and studied the reflection within.  As pretty as my hair and skin were, my body told a different tale. My stomach was definitely softer, my curves more prominent. My face, as clear as my skin was, was definitely rounder, an indication of the fat gained and the muscle lost. My arms, once solid, were less muscular, and my entire frame less defined. The guilt that washed over me with Lucifer flooded me now. I bit back my tears of frustration. They wouldn't solve anything- I needed a plan. 

As I dressed for the gym, I thought back on how we trained new recruits- soldiers who did less than I did on a daily basis. By hell’s standards, it would probably be considered cruel. I grabbed a notebook, outlining the plan as I remembered it. Reading it back to myself, even I had to admit it was brutal, that was for sure, but also proven time and time again. Sure, I had done it to newbie soldiers a thousand times before, but never to myself. How bad could it actually be?

Find their breaking point, my father fathers voice echoed in my head. Push them until they pass out, puke or die. And then push them harder the next time. Eventually their body will break and something stronger will take its place. 

I quietly slipped out of the apartment and headed down to the gym. To my relief, neither Vox nor Velvette were anywhere to be found.  With the exception of several of Velvette’s models, I was alone in the gym. Perfect. 

I picked up a garbage can and hesitated. I knew what was to come, and the concern that Valentino would find out and be less than enthusiastic flitted through my mind. I wondered what he would think of the whole process, but quickly decided it was in my best interest to not find out. I set the garbage pail next to the treadmill and I climb on. My wireless earphones synched up to a playlist and I let myself fall into the rhythm of a run. A mile passed. Then two. Then six. The machine didn’t stop and neither did I. 

I felt the first twinge of exhaustion around mile ten but pushed on. My chest burned as I tried to keep my breathing regulated and my focus elsewhere. Angels were made for endurance, far beyond that of any human. I wasn’t quite sure where demon stamina came in but as mile thirteen passed I felt my body start to give up. Much like I pushed the new recruits I pushed myself to hit the next ten mile goal. 

Blackness. Tripping. I grabbed hold of the machine and hit the emergency stop button, gasping for air. I grabbed the garbage can I had strategically placed and coughed until my stomach was empty. Fuck, this sucked beyond words. 

I pulled myself back up and wiped my mouth with a tissue, tossing that in the garbage along with several others. In the back of my mind I could hear my fathers disappointed voice. How I let myself get weak. How absolutely unacceptable my performance was. I sat at the edge of the treadmill and took a sip of water. Much like I had seen in the recruits, the first sip came right back up. I waited a few moments. The second sip stayed down. With that settled, I scribbled down in my notebook how far I had run and how long it had taken me. I took another sip of water and when I was sure that would stay down, I pulled myself back to my feet and headed for the weights. 

An hour and a half later I stood under the hot water of the shower, scrubbing every inch of my body. Physically, my muscles ached and I felt nauseous. But mentally? I was prouder of myself than I had been in a long time. My notebook was tucked securely away in my gym bag, not that I honestly thought any of the Vee’s would go looking for it, notice or care. But to be on the safe side, I didn’t need them to know. If I was being honest with myself, I was afraid of what they would have to say. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

“Princessa?” Valentino asked, “can I come in?”

I took a deep breath. His voice reminded me of the next issue to be addressed, one I couldn’t hide. Something would have to be done about the calorie laden pasta dinners we ate more often than not and Valentino had a history of noticing what I did and didn’t eat. Maybe I could just explain to him what happened and tell him I was trying to eat healthier and build muscle. Not bring up the exercise part, but at least I could be transparent in this regard.

“Come on in Val,” I answered as I turned the water off. I heard the door open and shut. I stepped out of the shower and he handed me a towel. His eyes softened as he took in the sight of my body and I felt myself flush. Why didn’t he see the shameful issues that I saw?

“You look exhausted, babydoll,” he observed. His hand pressed against my forehead and ran down my cheek. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” I lied as I wrapped my towel around myself. “Just tired. I had a long day.” I filled him in on the events of the day with Lucifer and left out his comment about my body, and the part about the workout after. I watched for his reaction. 

His expression remained neutral and he pressed his lips to my forehead and wrapped me in his arms. “Baby, I’m sorry you had such a hard day. How can I help?” 

I felt a pang of something I couldn’t identify. Shame? Guilt? I closed my eyes against him. Better to just spit it out. 

“Val, will it be an issue for me to stick with salads and chicken, fresh fruit, eggs, that sort of thing? And cut back on the alcohol? At least, while I work on getting my muscle back? I’ll feel better than if I eat pasta and pancakes.” I waited for his reaction, for him to yell at me about wanting to control what I ate. 

To my surprise, he didn’t look upset, or even the slightest bit concerned. 

“Not at all princessa. It doesn’t bother me one bit. What you put in your body is your decision as long as you’re healthy about it.” He  ran his hand under my chin and tilted my head up to meet his gaze. “You sincerely look tired though. Do you want to stay home tonight?”

I nodded and rested my head against him, relief flooding through me. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t angry and he would let me eat how I wanted to. I couldn’t ask for more from him.

He kissed the top of my head. “Good. I’ll stay with you, we can have a night in together. Our own little date night,” he grinned and tugged the towel off of my body. “Starting now, yes?” 

The soreness from my workout vanished from my mind as he pushed me against the counter and pressed his lips against me. He broke away after a moment and entwined his fingers in mine. 

“Come, princessa. I have an idea I think you’ll enjoy.” 

[hzbinnerdlover]

Delirium

(snz content, big sads, suggestive themes)

Vox was sitting at home on the couch, sighing as he eyed the clock hitting just 10 pm. It wasn't like Val to be later than him when it came to work. He wondered what could've taken the moth so long to be doing so. Hearing the door open he perks up and glances over with a big smile.

"Hey there you are babe, I was starting to wo-", he stops mid sentence and raises an eyebrow, getting a closer look at the moth's appearance.

Val had one of the most exhausted looks on his face, slightly flushed with a bit of red on it. Val pulled himself together and gave a smirk, waving at him as he chuckled. "Miss me amorcito~? Dont worry, I'm here and I couldn't be more queer~" he says as he walks over to the couch and sits by Vox, his arm immediately rubbing the tv demon's chest.

"Val- are you okay? You seem kinda off there. And where the hell where you?! I was getting worried sick!"

"Awwww did Papi miss me~ I missed Papi too~ Why don't we....have a little fun here~?" Val suggested as he has hus hand run along over Vox's crotch and grins. Vox couldn't help but blush and look at him with a cocky smirk.

"Well, I suppose that could be one way to make it up to me here~ Go ahead then baby, Papi is waiting~"

Val didn't hesitate as he starts taking Vox's shirt off for him. "Hell yeah....I was thinking that we could start with the first round here...in the bedroom we get the nice ropes room the kitchen and...and...", Val stopped in his sentence and sat up, itching at his face.

Vox raised an eyebrow at his lover and blinks. "Val, you good there?" Val simply gave a nod as he tried to respond.

"Yeah- fine- ju-just need to-", he fans his face a bit before turning away from Vox. "Heh-HEH'Chuuuu! Hit'CHUUU!", he gives a sniff as he groans and rubs his nose. "Ugh sorry about that-"

"Bless you", Vox replies as he finally notices the irritation on Val's nose, indicating he had having troubles all day. "Val, are you sure you're okay? You're not looking too hot there hon..."

The porn overlord shook his head and immediately got into a series position on top. "Oh PLEASE I'm just fine here Voxie- I'm always gonna be hot for you here~" he leans in close to Vox's neck and starts nibbling on it gently, Vox melting into the pleasure, and whispers. "I'm gonna make sure you're left screaming for me to-tonight-"

Val feels his nose itching again as his breath hitched. "Fucking- hold thst thought-" He says as he quickly pulls away and brings his elbow up just in time. "HEH'shUU! HIT'Skuuuu!"

"Bless you- Val baby..." Vox reaches up and gently takes his cheeks, cupping them in his hands and eyes widening to feel how warm they were before feeling his forehead. "Jesus christ Val! You're burning up! That's a fever over 101, easily. I'm surprised you could walk straight-", he gives a slight sigh as Val chuckles.

"I used to be an actor baby, I can pull myself together when I need to~" he says in slightly flirtatious tone, his voice going more onto the side of delirium as his fever took over more. Vox shook his head unamused. "Val, baby. You should've told me you were sick. Now here, you stay right there, I'm gonna get you something more comfortable to wear okay?" Val looked away and simply nodded as Vox got up and went to the bedroom, changing into a quick tank top and shark pajama bottoms and grabbing Val his silk pajamas, walking back to the living room.

"Here we go, I gotcha your comfy pair of-" he stops when he hears sniffling and raises an eyebrow. "Jesus- sounds like your nose is all stuffed up. Don't worry I'll have Kitty bring some-" his eyes widened as he looked towards the couch.

The poor moth demon had curled up on the corner of the couch, wings around him like a blanket as he bit his lip, crying silent tears while sniffling. Immediately the TV overlord sat by him and gently put his arms around his shoulders. "Baby baby hey...what's the matter? Why are you crying...? Does something hurt?"

Val shook his head as his hugged his knees and hid his face. "N-No...well yes but...that's not..."

Vox looked at him worried as he hushed him softly and stroked his fluff gently. "Ssshh baby it's okay, talk to me. What's wrong...?" Val then looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks and face still red from rhe fever. "I-I'm sorry....I just wanted to be sexy for you. I know you're growing bored of me. I know it. Just admit it!!!!"

Vox's eyes widened as he stared at Val in shock as he shook his head and gently cupped his cheeks. "Val baby no no no, that's not true at all. Why would you think that...?"

Val sniffles loudly as he starts to sob. "B-Because you're always watching HIM, Alastor, on those damn cameras!!!! You hardly watch me anymore, am I just not good enough?!" He shouts as he pulls out of Vox's grip, Vox attempting to open his mouth to speak the moth demon interrupts. "N-No shut up! I know it's teh....true..."

His breath hitches as he fans his face a bit. "F-Fuck...EK'SHIEEEEEW! ECHieeeEW! Ugh..." He sniffles again feeling his nose run. Vox gives him a soft look at reaches out again, gently stroking his cheek, feeling Val's tempature rise again. "Bless you, sweetheart I know you're upset but you're fever is rising and we gotta getcha a tissue okay? Here, change into those and I'll get you some tissues and a blanket, okay...?"

Val looks away and gives a compliant sniffle, nodding as he gets up and starts changing, Vox quickly going to grab the moth what he needed, he comes back rather quickly, relieved to see Val had changed like he needed to.

Sitting besides him he wraps Val in the blanket anr strokes his head. "Val....I love you baby, and I'm sorry if I've been making you feel neglected. I promise you'll always be more important to me than anything...", he reassures as he grabs a couple tissues and hands them to his husband. "Here, blow your nose okay?"

Val simply nods as he sniffles, taking the tissues and giving a deep blow from his nose to empty his sinuses. "You'll watch me on the cameras...? Promise...?" He asks as he rubs his teary eyes, Vox taking over as he cups his cheeks and dries them with his thumbs.

"Baby...I already do. Wanna see?" He gives a smirk as he points at the tv, revealing footage from the last couple days, watching Val work in all of his glory. "You know- I probably should've taken the hint when you walked off camera every single time you itched your nose-"

Val watches in shock and gives a chuckle. "I didn't wanna have you see me sick. It's not very sexy after all." He smirks as he snuggles closer, running a hand over Vox's crotch. "Papiiiiiii, are you sure you don't wanna have fun? It's not too late~" Val gives a laugh that would've sounded drunk without the knowledge of his fever.

Blushing hard Vox gently takes hold of his lover's shoulders and shakes his head. "Baby- I love you, but you are waaaaay out of it. I wouldn't suggest it okay?"

Val whines loudly. "But I wanna fuuuuck and be sexyyyyyy. It's not fair!" He puffs cheeks looking at him. "How can other people look so sexy with a cold! And then there's....there's...me. Heh...heh..." Feeling the sneeze come on he shakes his head and groans.

"Fucking...h-hate this- heh- HIP'shuuuu! Ip'SHIEEEEW!" the sick moth's hands scan the area for a tissue, Vox quickly pressing one into his palm that he holds to his nose. "ACHIIEEEEW!!! ESHIIIIIEWWW!!! ET'CHIIEEEEEW!!!! Ugh..." Vox couldn't help but feel the need to laugh at Val's adorable behavior.

"Oh baby- bless you. Salud- I think that's how you say it. Fuck I suck at Spanish." Val looked away blushing a bit as he wipes his nose with the soaked tissue and whines. "See? Not sexy at all." Vox shook his head and grabbed him a couple fresh ones handing then over. "Please. You could never NOT be sexy to me. Or adorable or beautiful, or anything really. That much I can promise you." When he sees Val rejecting his offer he gently pulls his face into his direction and gives the soft smile.

"My beautiful princess, I'm always gonna love you ya know." Val blushed even more as he stares at the light of Vox's screen, giving the tv demon a chance to gently wipe his nose with a tissue.

"There we go, now let's lay down, okay?" He says softly as he pulls Val closer, pulling the blanket over the two of the as he let's the moth rest his head on his chest. The moth slowly closes his eyes.

"Mmm....Voxie..."

"Yes baby?"

"I love you....so..." suddenly Val buries his face into Vox's chest. "....EK'shieeeeu! Mm....excuse me..." Vox blinks as he hears the squeaky sneeze into his shirt and sighs giving a chuckle. "Bless you....silly boy"

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83rd Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill

Valentino/Vox – Part ½ – husband/wife roleplay; sudden feelings; fluffy; missionary – Valentino surprises Vox with a bit of roleplay... but things are somewhat *different* this time around.

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Vox is not prepared for a day of fun and games. Valentino knows that. He knows it because he hasn’t told him that he would dress up for him all cute and slip into their private kitchen like that.

“Oh Voxxy,” he croons. “You don’t even have your coffee yet… let me get it for you~” He’s used to being sexy and intimidating but it’s always a bit of a struggle to appear dainty when he is as tall as he is.

The way Vox looks up from his cereal, a small newsfeed in one corner of his screen, then just freezes as he sees Val in his little dress, makes him think that Vox does not really notice whether he is dainty or not, though.

“I… Val-” Vox’ voice is already a little glitchy. One claw is tapping a quick staccato rhythm against the countertop he’s sitting at. It sounds like morse code and Valentino wonders if he’s spelling something out. Something secret and just for him. “What are you wearing?”

“Hmmmnn don’t you like it?” Valentino purrs, his lower set of hands pinching the hem of the skirt between their fingertips as he gives Vox a little twirl so he can admire him from all sides. It’s a cute little white dress with black dots and a black silk ribbon wrapped around his waist just to accentuate his hourglass figure. Something he knows Vox will go feral for. Something weirdly modest in that 50s kind of way.

“No, I… you look…” Something changes in his voice as he watches Valentino walk over to the coffee machine and pour him a mug. His next words sound smoother and more collected… and honest. “You look beautiful, my dear.”

He extends one of his hands for Valentino to grasp and takes the mug away from him the moment he is close enough. He puts it away on the countertop, not paying any more attention to it. Instead, he is solely focused on Valentino – which he loves. A lot. Loves, loves, loves. Loves being the center of Vox. The apple of his eye. The one and only thing he can think and obsess about.

“You look so lovely,” Vox croons, his voice having dipped to a register that scrapes over Valentino’s brain in just the right way. One of Vox’ claws comes up beneath his chin, gently tipping his head up. He gives him another little spin, admiring him from all sides.

Valentino is not quite sure how he does it all. How he can make his presence seem so much larger when he is only coming up to Valentino’s chest.

He can’t stop the simpering little trill crawling out of his throat and Vox looks like he’s going feral for it. His eyes go wide, that spiral briefly appearing in his left one before he can tamp down on it. His mouth glitching through different states of a big, near manic grin. Val has him hooked.

Vox has forgotten all about work; all about the things he had planned for today, probably set in stone a week or two ago. Or a month. Or a fucking year. It’s difficult to say just how obsessive the other can be at any given time.

“Thank you for the coffee, my little moth,” Vox murmurs, a gentle lilt to his voice.

Valentino briefly pauses, one antenna twitching. That’s… a new one. Vox usually liked to call him silly little names; my dear, my love, my sweet – but this one felt closer to home.

Vox’ screen flickers for the blink of an eye. Maybe he has noticed as well? Maybe him putting his hands around Valentino’s waist is a ploy to make him forget all about it before he can even start wondering. Vox lifts him easily, setting him down gently on the edge of the counter. The stylish marble top has been designed with a normal person’s height in mind, so it brings him closer to Vox all in all. Makes him more open to be ravished.

“Y-You’re welcome, um… V-Voxxy.” Valentino’s nervous stutter is not played up this time. His heart is pumping faster and one pair of hands is clutching Vox’ shoulders as he stares at his bright face, wondering what the fuck just happened. He can feel that there’s been a shift in the air, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

He feels all… warm inside. Nice. His thighs clench warm and eager as Vox angles his body forward, his screen maybe a hand’s breadth from Valentino’s face, that manic grin having dulled into a more charming smile while he nudges the other’s knees open and slips between them.

“You look good enough to eat,” Vox croons, the tips of his claws gently scratching against Valentino’s skin as he slides them up his legs and takes the hem of his skirt with him. “You beautiful little creature.”

Valentino’s insides shiver while his antennae bob forward toward Vox, his mouth opening in a slack little ‘o’ of wonder. He… likes this. He had not expected this kind of reaction. Usually Vox just gets horny in a deranged kind of way and dicks him until he’s close to passing out, but this time he seems to be in a different kind of mood.

Valentino… likes it. It certainly gets him there anyway as he eagerly spreads his legs wider, needing Vox to crowd closer against him. Needing him to push inside and make him see stars. The sweet talking is a nice addition. Really nice. Maravilloso.

His upper hands lift, lightly grasping the sides of Vox’ screen frame, thumbs sliding against the glass. He inhales like he’s wanting to say something but his head is curiously empty. Not the fucked-dumb kind of empty – that is going to come, though – but a ‘head feels filled with cotton’ kind of empty.

With a bit of a start, Valentino realizes that he’s feeling… shy.

.o.

Valentino has caught Vox, as so often, at the perfectly wrong moment. Or right moment, he supposes, in this case. For once. Vox can usually predict many days in advance when the other might try to surprise him with one of his stunts. Valentino has those kinds of ticks and odd little changes in his speech when he’s starting to brew something together in his darling little head.

This time they hadn’t seen each other for a few days, though, so Vox has had no chance to figure out what might be coming his way. He finds that he kind of enjoys the spontaneity of it, even though his systems are grappling with the sudden change in plans and stubbornly keep trying to remind him of his schedule.

As he reaches down and pushes his sweats down just enough to sit beneath his cock, letting the tip – shaped like a hog’s heart shaped snout – snuggle up against Valentino’s warm, eagerly drooling gash… all those alerts mute themselves blissfully, leaving Vox alone with his darling little wife.

Valentino’s back is curved. He’s trying to instinctually wrap himself all around Vox, and that gives him the opportunity to reach up and frame his face with his hands, inadvertently mirroring how Valentino is grabbing at him.

“Do you want this? Hmmm? You certainly deserve it… being such a beautiful little dear.” He nudges his hips forward, feeling how eagerly Valentino’s pussy spreads for him; silky and needy and trying to suckle him inside while his tentacle cock tickles him just beneath his belly button.

Valentino’s face looks… guileless. So open and sweet, staring right at Vox’ face, though a small trickle of pinkish saliva starts to run from the corner of his mouth. He’s hypnotized like the little moth that he is. A sweet doll – and Vox finds himself oddly sentimental for it.

“Yes please,” Valentino finally says when it seems to ping in his empty little head that his input is required.

So Vox gives him what he’s asked for.

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hey hey bestie!! for the smut prompts: 24 for Rosie & Jo, 16 for Ev & Val?

chickiiiie thank you for these, I hope I did them justice!

prompts are from this list

18+ under the cut; minors DNI

16. “I want to make this perfect for you.”

He could just barely hear the din of noise coming up to the second floor of the pub. If he strained hard enough, he could hear Dougie cackle, or Egan challenge someone to a game of darts. But that was just noise, something swirling around in the very, very far background. It was the woman on the bed who had all of his attention, bathed in soft light, and practically purring as he let his eyes roam up and down her body. Her uniform and blouse discarded, shoes kicked off, hair unpinned; Val lay out for him like a feast in just her garter belt, pantyhose, and her best brassier. Her green eyes had turned a dangerous shade even before he had paid the bar man for the room; her hands touching him just this side of ladylike all night.

Now, well, it wasn’t the cockpit of his plane, or the counter of the kitchen in the Officer’s Mess. It was a proper bed, in a room with a door, a door with a lock. And she was waiting for him in the middle of the bed; he’d be a fool to keep her waiting any longer.

“Ev…” She was propped up on her elbows, watching him. Her smile grew as he unfastened his trousers with one hand, the other ghosting over her calf ever so lightly.

“Something you need?” He teased her, fingers pressing into the pliant skin of her leg.

“There’s a lot of things I need.”

“We have all night. We’ll get to all of it, honey.”

He clocked the very moment her eyes zeroed in on his hands, the veins bulging as he struggled to get the button through the hole without removing the other hand from her body. He could feel her gaze on him as she watched his movements, all the way from his fingers, up his arms, until she reached his face again.

Pants finally unfastened, he let his hands trace up her legs, fingers tickling her, until he reached the top of her pantyhose. One by one, he unclipped them from the garter belt, first the left, and rolled them down. Once completed, he moved to the right, repeating the actions until finally, both of her legs were exposed to him. Val wasted no time in making her intentions known; sitting up until she was kneeling in front of him, her hands traced a path down his chest until she reached the hem of his white undershirt. Gently, she grasped the bottom and pushed it up his body, until she could pull it up and over his head, fully exposing his broad shoulders and chest. Gently, she let her nails drag down his skin, tickling down his abs and the trail of soft hair that disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers.

“Please,” His voice was a soft plea, something that surprised both of them. “Don’t tease me, Val.”

“Who’s teasing?” She grinned, leaning up further to take his earlobe between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug. “I’m exploring.”

“Honey, this should be about you…”

“Not just me. Both of us.”

“I want to make this perfect for you.”

“Already is perfect,” Her lips peppered kisses up his jaw and across his face, until she finally reached his lips. “You make it perfect…”

“Val…”

“Now, get down here, and take what’s yours, Captain Blakely.”

24. “No need to rush—we have all night.”

Her hips jumped off the bed, pressing into his sharply as he gently thrust into her again. His large hands tried to hold her steady, gripping her waist, but each time he pressed inside her, she became wanton and wild with need for him. Her kiss swollen lips were slightly parted, gasping for breath as a light sheen of sweat covered her chest. Rosie had never found her more beautiful.

“Robbie, oh my god oh my god…”

“What feels good, hmm? Tell me what feels so good, honey pie.”

“You do,” She was wining and couldn’t care less how childish it might have sounded when he was inside her and making her feel so good. “Please don’t stop.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t, I promise I won’t.”

His body leaned down to cover hers, large hands caressing up from her waist, past her breasts until he was able to rest his forearms on either side of her head. Leaning down, he covered her mouth with his, kissing the most beautiful sounds from her as the seconds ticked by. He could feel her chasing his hips with his own, and, maybe it was for him as much as it was her, but he resolved to make it last.

“Hey, there’s no need to rush- we have all night.”

“I need more…”

“More what,” He pressed his nose into her wild curls, grinning against the side of her face. “Jo, baby, tell me what you need more of.”

“Faster, Robbie, please…”

“Yea, okay sweetheart, I’ve got you, I promise.”

“It feels so good with you. You feel so…”

“So do you my sweet girl,” He grit his teeth and pressed forward, his hips meeting hers sharply, rougher than he had initially intended, but he had never felt anything so deliciously warm in his whole life. “God, so do you…”