#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.

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˚✧₊⁎ 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.”

~

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

[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

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Is this love?

(One shot)

I was tagged by @mariisawsume123 to write something fluffy!!!!

I’ve never done fluff before! I’m all slow burn and back story so here it goes……

P.S. I saw this chicken story on Facebook this morning and cried so this has come from that. Apparently I do have a heart after all.

This is an Avengers AU and a/b/o, they are a pack and in my head some served or grew up together.

Hint of possible friend to lovers............Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

It's also Infinity War looking Cap and Bucky.

Here comes the fluff one shot.............

You were wrapped up in possibly the fluffiest and softest robe ever made, with matching fluffy socks on your feet. You were surrounded by pillows and had a blanket across your lap.

You were situated in the corner of Steve and Bucky’s huge u-shaped couch. You could hear Bucky humming in the kitchen, insistent on making you another healthy snack. You’d been doom scrolling since he’d left your side. You came across a viral, probably not real post, about someone’s grandparents and found yourself get overly emotional reading it. The latest episode of whatever Real Housewives you were watching now faded into the background.

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s voice startled you as he approached the couch. “What’s wrong? Are you getting cramps again?”

You shook your head. You looked away from him, embarrassed by your tears.

“I was just reading something about someone’s grandparents and chickens and it set me off.”

“Oh honey.”

Steve slotted himself down at your side and pulled you into his lap. You leaned against him, your head on his shoulder as he rubbed his bearded chin against the top of your head to sooth and scent you.

“Tell me about it, what did it say?”

“A woman said her grandma was sick right? And she liked watching the neighbour’s chickens out the window but then the neighbour couldn’t afford them anymore so he was gonna have to give them away, but the grandpa paid for the chickens feed and stuff so the grandma could still watch them. He did it for years, just to keep her happy. Is that what it’s like?”

“What do you mean honey?”

“Is that what loves like? You pay for someone else’s chickens because they like watching them,”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at your question.

“Well Omega, I think love means a lot of different things for different people. Sometimes it’s the obvious things, like hugs and kisses and being held like I’m holding you now, and sometimes it’s remembering someone’s favourite takeout or how they like their coffee. Clint takes Laura a coffee every morning before the kids wake up. Natasha makes sure Bruce takes a break and eats a healthy lunch everyday. Carol and Val go out for a drive at least once a week just the two of them, and Vision and Wanda, well they’re building the house together.”

You hummed into Steve’s chest.

“Do you want some chickens sweetheart?”

You gasped and sat up.

“I’ve always wanted chickens, and a coop, and some ducks!!” You told him excitedly.

“Then I’ll get them for you. Bucky can build the coop, give him something to do, keep him out of trouble.”

Bucky appeared at the mentioning of his name with a tray in his hands. There’s a tea for you, a coffee each for him and Steve, and a fruit bowl, which you guess is for you too. You really didn’t know how these two were single after they’d taken such good care of you.

He grabs the tea towel that’s over his shoulder and places it over his arm, as he pretends to be a butler and passes you the fruit.

“My lady.”

You laughed and took the bowl from him. In between bites you started to ask questions.

“How would it work though? Would you keep them here? How often could I visit? It’s a long trip from the city. I like it up here though, maybe I should move. Be nearer so I can still meet Wanda for coffee. Would you mind if I was nearer? I know I’m nuisance and I know you prefer if random people aren’t hanging around the pack. How often could I visit the ducks and chickens? Maybe I could keep a duck in my apartment like Joey in friends, what do you think?”

“That’s a lot of questions sweetheart.”

“Sorry.” You said looking down at the bowl. Your family had hated when you asked lots of questions.

“No need to be sorry.” Steve told you, as Bucky took the now empty bowl from your hands.

“Come here ‘mega.” Steve told you as he pulled you back into his chest. You don’t see the look they exchange.

“You could see them everyday honey, and yes, our pack is closed off but I know Buck and I like having you here with us, so do the others.”

You hummed into Steve’s chest again. You thought about the last few days. How you’d passed out in bed with suppressant sickness. You’d completely forgotten that taking the emergency shot would alert Wanda, your alpha friend and former roommate, via text. An hour later her and Clint were breaking in your front door as Pietro and Bucky came in via the window and fire escape. You’d stirred in the backseat of Steve’s truck bundle in your duvet, firmly secured in Bucky’s arms as Wanda watched you from the passenger seat.

“You’re ok Y/N, we’re taking you up to the pack compound.”

“Don’t wanna be any trouble.” You’d murmured.

Bucky had kissed you on your head as Steve had assured you that you weren’t any trouble and that he and Bucky would be looking after you.

Wanda, Nat and Laura had helped you shower and change as Bucky had paced. Once he’d been told you were decent, he’d lifted you into his arms and put you into his den. You’d slept in the alpha's arms for twelve hours. You’d woken up briefly, eaten, and then fell asleep in Steve���s arms for another six hours. The days that came made you feel cared for and loved. The pack had checked in and helped too. Sam had brought you fried chicken. Pepper had brought you some very expensive bath products and Laura, Nat and Wanda seemed to be on rotation to help you shower. Carol and Val had snook you some chocolate, only for Tony to try and out do them with a more expensive selection.

When it was just the three of you, it was domestic, comfortable and it felt like you were exactly where you needed to be. It felt like home.

Steve read to you for an hour each day, your feet in his lap as you either dozed or watched the way his lips moved. You’d fought the urge to kiss them each time. Bucky would light a fire after lunch, worried about you feeling the cold. He’d tie his hair back with one of your scrunchies when he threw in the logs because it made you laugh. You’d do jigsaw puzzles together and watch black and white movies. You’d curl up together under the blanket that was now very much yours. Bucky always waited for you to invite him in. Wrapped in his arms and his hands on you made you feel settled and drove you crazy all at the same time. You’d never felt this adored and wanted by anyone. Being so well taken off by two beautiful alphas made your heart flutter.

As Bucky fixed your blanket you drifted off to sleep against Steve’s chest for the third time in a week you wondered…..is this love?

[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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[valentine-cafe]

last one for today. promise. 🥺

(valerio, vampire au, trans masc reader) frequenting the bar for some occasional fun, your eyes always seemed to latch onto valerio. he was a regular, as were you, but... you never seemed to interact much, he seemed intimidating.

eventually you got the courage to sit right next to him the next time you came in. and it happened again, and again. soon you became casual acquaintances, he was a lot less intimidating than you thought, and you began to understand the subtle emotions and intent he meant with his words as time went on. slowly but surely, you began feeling affection for him, but you weren't exactly sure what to do with it. sure you guys had some tension, but he was Alessio's father, and easily 25 years your senior, that'd be a little.... awkward.

well, everything ended up changing one time when you were drinking with him. unfortunately, you were being careless and not watching your drink while being all buddy buddy with valerio, maybe flirting just a little.. while you were distracted, someone slipped something into it. you noticed much too late, valerio had left to use the restroom, the drug kicked in and the man next to you tried to snatch you up and drag you out. you were nearly powerless to stop him. "h-hhh--" it was hard to even speak, thank god that he noticed and took action before who knows what would've happened. after all was said and done with, you couldn't help but hopelessly cling on yo him. "mm...h-help- I'm... h-hot, it's weird...." you'd whimper to him, trying not to make him uncomfortable, but the feelings were almost painful being unsatiated. the unfortunate side effect of the drug (unrelated to muscle weakness and dizziness) was that of an aphrodisiac. you wanted the touch of that man off you, have it covered, have the sweltering heat stemming from between your legs dealt with, and have it done fast...

valerio was just the right man to do it.

(i keep like totally overdoing these rqs and I am so sorry skandkzmnsnxjd we deserve to fuck the damn dilf immediately but I want backstory waaahh TwT)

˖⁺. “ drunk hazes !? ” :

﹙ top vampire hunter x bttm t.male reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . vampire au valerio x t.male reader !! 🍓 : ﹙  vampire hunter ˖ dilf character ﹚

you've always found the retired hunter quite attrative. so after a night in the bar, you consider getting a bit more bold. unfortunately for you, it seems someone slipped something into your drunk . . . 

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ spiked drink ( not by val ) ˖ rough sex ˖ penetrative sex ˖ bone-rpone ˖ creampie ˖ manhandling ˖ overstim ˖ age difference ˖ reader has afab genitals bc historic au | wc : 1.8k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: lucieenn! gonna tag you here so you see this <3 @sanguinehoney

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Blurry, so much noise. Too much noise.

The pair of pretty peepers in your pounding skull turn to take in the surroundings of the bar. People yell for the man to 'fuck out of the bar'. Beating him up to a pulp until he himself is unable to walk. Forced to crawl out of the bar instead.

See what it's like to be incapacitated in the way you are, laid in the vampire hunter's arms. Breath raspy and heavy.

As you slink your head to the side, vision wobbly like your movements. Lungs stagger when bright emerald eyes meet your own. Your brain processes everything so slowly. With only the exception that you flick to states of nausea that throws you into a state of mind where the world spins so fast, you fear you will die.

"Val-" You hiccup, a hand extended to his shoulder so that you may attempt to cling onto something once more. Speech slurred as you repeat some of your previous words. Alas what coherence can they be compared to?

Shame was a bird that has long since flown out the window, and you struggled with a different problem now that made you desperate to get the touch of the previous man off of you. Feel something, anything to remove the phantom hands that grope and feel you up.

"I know. Fuck— Just stay here with me," he grunts back, resting a hand on your forehead to feel for any sort of rise or drop in temperature.

The last thing needed was for an unfortunate soul like yours to pass away in the cold conditions of the reality outside of the bar.

Suddenly a weight pulls at your shoulders slightly. His large winter coat drops on top of you and is curled around your body. Only for his heavy cape to follow.

Quiet whines falter his expression, hooded eyelids shift as he looks back down at you, eyes barely open yet just enough to keep you in his vision.

"S okay. C'mon, we're gonna get you out of here." His deep-voiced croon passes through your ears. Finally, some words seem to make sense in your ears.

You try to nod, yet you're not sure if you even shift your head in the slightest. It's hard to feel yourself.

Sweep and stand. You feel the shift in gravity as the man pulls you into his arms and stands up to march outside

Cold air bathes the both of you. Face bitten by the harsh frost whereas the man carrying you feels the harsh cold grip onto his biceps and forearms. To which it tears through fabrics with ease the second it kisses against his skin that would have you jealous if not for the fact you had no idea you were currently wrapped in his robes.

Yet despite the circumstances he takes it all in a tight hand and continues to walk. Homebound be the both of you.

Only halfway through the walk to his home. With you still in his arms. Do you notice he lacks his coat and cape. "Why. . . why aren't you wearing, your coat." You manage.

"You're wearin 'em."

The little scoff makes you look down at yourself.

He spoke true, you wore his attire indeed. How could your brain have processed that far anyway. His gestures were ones of concern and they fluster you to the grave, you swear. Laid in his arms with lightheadedness and fluster that clash and collide with the drugs that throw your system into disarray

What remains of the walk home blurs in and out of your vision. Each path, street, parts of the snowstorm.

None of it stuns Valerio's determination nor his pace. He wanders through the storm as though it was any other day.

The warmth of his home stings at your cold face most uncomfortably and draws a little noise of discomfort or two out of you.

Meanwhile he melts into the heat and lays you down on the bed with a hushed groan. Rids you of his cape and coat. Following along soon after is your own robes. Until you were bare before the man above you. Yet in no way did he look at you with lust.

"Where did he touch?" He asks quietly. Gently brushing your hair back to calm your muscles.

"Everywhere. . ."

Each small sound of a weep triggers something inside of the man. The hunter should have killed the other guy instead. The disgust is almost too much to handle.

But when you look into his emerald hues, they sink into concern once more, if not to immediately return to their stoic gaze as you know them as. He wants to show you he stays strong for you.

With the small click of his tongue he leaves you in hides and blankets to fuel the fire of the fireplace. Grab a mug.

His movements are swift. He's home, he's in his element. It's facsinating to see. Yet even so, you notice a certain tensity in his shoulders. You suppose that a vampire hunter always needs to be prepared. .

Oh god, Alessio doesn't live here at home anymore right? You don't have to have to live through the awkward moment to him arrived at home to see his father with you right?

Caught up in your thoughts you notice not valerio, as he makes his way over to you with a mug of tea. Not until sis calloused, warm and veiny big hands take yours in his and dwarf them to pass over the ceramic. Crooning: "Drink."

You look up at him with big eyes, blink a few times and take the cup, hands barely able to lift themselves. So the pair wrapped around them aid them in the task of strength.

Sweet tea moves down your throat to do its work and clears your head up just slightly. Suppose it must be a remedy of sorts, because, ever so slowly your vision lessens in the blur it was caught up in and you are able to take in the dimly lit surroundings of his abode.

Dark oaken walls and floors, and an atmosphere full of the scent of spices from foreign lands. Tapestries woven intricately hung upon the walls. Old. One unfinished on awaiting a weaving it will never recieve.

Focus moves back to him. Your swollen pair of lips part to take in another sip of the warm beverage inside of the cup. Although it takes the top of the nausea off, it comes nowhere near close to cure out the drugs that sear away at your abdomen and between your legs.

Such an uncomfortable feeling, gods. You'd do everything right here and now to get the touch of the previous man washed off, and feel something else to distract you from the discomfort.

"Valerio."

Breathlessly you grab onto him and let out a small sob, eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to help you focus on proper formulation of your next words.

"I still feel him, Valerio please can't you help?"

"You sure you want this?" He whispers in response, voice gruff. Gaze full of question and in need of answers. You've never seen him so serious. Which says a lot, he is always serious. Under these circumstances you were not surprised though. But the stinging and the heat is too unbearable to take.

"I want— I want it to stop, Please."

"I don't want to take advantage of you like this."

"I need you"

So much desperation. There is so much desperation in your voice and he doesn't know what to do. He wants to help you. He just wished it wasn't in this way the two of you would be together. Fuck, you look amess.

Though despite his own internal conflict, with a clenched jaw and a simple shift next to you, he takes off his shirt and rids himself of his pants. There's no time to waste at all. The bed dips at his heavier weight. His athletic physique flushes against you quick, heated kisses trailing down your throat. While his hands cascade onto your waist like hot water.

Small gasps emit from your throat, as your hands shoot up to grip at whatever they can find to weakly hold onto.

A large thumb moves to brush across the scars below your chest. Trace at the beauty that has been hidden from him for so long. Before he guides it to your nipple. Circling the perky pebble to draw a few noises out of you.

"Prettiest boy I've ever fuckin' seen. 'Nd this is how the first time has to go." He sounds bitter, as much as he tries to sound loving. He sounds bitter.

This was in no way the way he had intended for the two of you to be with each other for the first time. You had a little bit of experience, he knew that much. The two of you had spoken about it briefly before. Yet it still bothered him. Circumstances considered. He'll have to make up for it again whenever you've recovered.

His left hand glides up your waist. Tickling away at the soft skin before he gently grips at the plush to guide you below him a little more.

The weight of his large dick sends shivers up and down your spine, as it grinds down against your boy pussy. The tip of it does not miss a single flutter and slight squeeze of your throbbing hole as it teases at the entrance to collect all of the slick and arousal your body has been producing the past 30 minutes.

What delightful noises and gasps you give him though, each time his tip catches against the hard pearl between your legs your hips buck feverishly.

"Valerio please—"

"I know-, I know baby I know. 'M sorry, just prepearin' ya. . ." He grunts. Dick lined up to your hot hole.

As he spouts his small reassurances to you when he starts entering, rough fingers move down to rub away at the sensitive clit that has awaited him to join it in the dance of pleasure you arch your back and let out the most pathetic whimper you've ever heard escape your lips.

"O- Oh m—m-mygod--!! A-Ahh hah."

Moans disperse any silence that dared remain.

And the walls greedily soak in them after the lack of years of such noises sung to them.

Valerio's large dick slowly sinks itself into you before he makes a slow paced thrust to aid your walls adjust to him and mould with each vein and the size.

The second you start to squirm from the slight overwhelm of the pangs of pleasure, he in turn puts his weight down on you to prevent any running away, his arms wrapped around your smaller body, hands feeling you up. While the pace gradually builds

"Valeri-oh!"

"Doing- hah doing good, amore. Don't. . . mngh. . . don't run from it."

Angling his hips, his hard dick starts to plunge into your sensitive walls the second it bottomed you out, in search for the spots that sends you into the delirious and pleasured state your body desires to be in.

Each thrust trades a moan out of you, legs spread far apart by his. Chest heaving, only to stutter when his nipples begin to rub against yours. The friction slacks your jaw and rolls at your eyes and sends you straight to the sky high up above.

Squelches join your erotic noises soon enough. Caught in a dance with the slap of your skin, his groans, your moans. What beautiful symphony the both of you create when you're together.

The feel of his hard cock kissing your cervix over and over is something that has haunted your dreams for weeks now, you thought briefly you would never have the chance to try it and yet here you are below him. You admit, a part of you was worried too that he'd think it was weird considering the gap between the two of you.

You had no clue of the nights where he jerked off to the thought of you. The image of your legs spread, lips parted and moans ringing in his ears, has had him cream himself over and over. He'd deny himself entry to ever tell it to you. . . Maybe one day, but not today.

"Mind if I move you onto your front?" He pants heavily in your ear. Each thrust remains the same, calculated plunge. It never slows down, even when he talks to you now. Drawing out moans from you like it was his job.

"M-Mm— n-no, a- ahh, val— v-va—"

Squeals dance around the room as he lifts his weight off of you momentarily and pulls out of you to flip you onto your front. Pin you down against the mattress and put you into the bone prone as before.

Fucking hell, how much has he been spilling inside of your pretty boy pussy?

Streaks of cum cling onto his tip and trail down to your messy hole, that soon hugs around his large length once more and sucks it in with happy welcome.

"Look at how he's flutterin' f'me." The man grunts against your ear and lands a harsh slap onto your right ass cheek, graciously steals a yelp from you like it's nothing. Before you know it his dick angles once more and suddenly starts roughly fucking into one of the sensitive bundles of nerves that had waited for him to tend to them.

The prominent vein on the underside of his dick and the tap of his balls against your ass sends you into a state of cock drunk, fucked out bliss. Boy pussy squirting cum mixed with his. That seems to spill and shoot inside of you like it is nothing.

His lungs stutter each time. Your pretty hole nurses away at his dick so well, the same his large member fucks away at you and treats you to the best fucking of your life. Hitting all of the spots it needs to. You've forgotten everything about why you were here in the first place.

Your walls flutter around him, and you feel your lungs and their slow betrayal on you, as you try to catch your breath in the messy pace the two of you have going on.

"V—Val- I'm, I'm gonna — u-um!"

Cry out you do, and it sounds like the bliss of the world all at once. So much so the man in all of his determination to make you feel good moves his hand below your body to rub hard and quick paced circles on your clit and press down on it a few times to encourage the oncoming orgasm to wash over you faster.

"Come on. That's it, pretty boy— Pretty pretty pretty boy, let me give it to ya." The deep rasp of his voice and the sloppy thrusts of his hips is more than enough for you to break into cries and moans as the orgasm washes over you.

"More!" You whine into his forearm, biting onto the skin while you sob and moan along to the rhythm. "M— more please!"

"Gonna give you 's much as you need— hah"

A gasp abruptly interrupts your moan, as you feel his cock shoot a heavy load of cum into you. His own orgasm washes over him. Strands of hair clinging to his forehead from the sweat, as he continues to fuck into you hard. Fingers roll the pretty pearl around intact to the desperate grinds and thrusts.

"Ain't— Ain't fuckin stoppin' soon I promise ya that. . ." His hands pick you up and manhandles you into a leapfrog position. Hips jackhammering into you, and you thought he couldn't get any faster. Your body shakes with pleasure and overwhelm.

The feel of your velvet walls fluttering and squeezing around him once again is enough to send him off into another flurry. Oh he's gonna come back here definetely.

He's not giving this pretty boy up to anyone.

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[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?”

[calicocatsarecute]

hi for my personal request as for a lee!velvette can i have a ler!vees and lee!velvette? without an oc please

Yes! I’m still trying to plan out the fic with my oc so this is a good distraction from my thinking. Enjoy!

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Velvette was slumped against the couch, pouting about how one of her models was killed during the last extermination.

“Velvette, my dear. Please put a smile on that wonderful face of yours!” Vox said enthusiastically, squishing her cheeks.

Velvette looked at him with an angry expression before smacking his hands like they were a roach.

“I absolutely will NOT smile! That bitch got herself killed, so now I have to go find a new model!” Velvette yelled, stomping her foot on floor.

Vox sighed, mentally cursing himself. Velvette was like an overgrown, spoiled ass toddler. She threw tantrums left and right, up and down. But thankfully, there was a way to get her to behave.

“Vox! What is all this screaming about?! I can hear it all the way upstairs!” Valentino yelled, walking towards the two.

“Ah, Val! Just the person I needed!” Vox said with an enthusiastic smile. “You see, our Velvette is all pouty, meaning that she needs something to cheer her up!” The TV man said, lightly pinching Velvette’s cheek.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Velvette yelled, slapping Vox’s hand away.

Valentino smirked as he heard Vox say this. He walked behind Velvette and picked her up in, which wasn’t hard due to her small size.

“Aww! Our little girly needs cheering up?” Valentino cooed at her.

“That’s right! She’s been so upset and unhappy, she needs a little boost!” Vox declared as he started to claw at her sides.

“W-Wahaihit! Shihit! Puhut mehehehe dohown!” Velvette couldn’t help but giggle as Vox attacked her sides with tickles.

“Not yet Velvy~ We need to make sure that you’re properly cheered up!” Valentino said, attacking her armpits.

“Ihihi dohon’t nehehed tohoho behehe chehehered uhuhup!” The younger overlord argued through her giggles.

“Yes you do our dear Velvette!” Vox exclaimed, moving to her stomach.

“AH! NO! NOHOT THEHERE!” Velvette squealed before kicking her legs.

“Yes, we know our Velvette’s little tummy is sooooo ticklish~” Valentino teased the girl.

Vox shifted his hold on Velvette so that he was cradling her with one arm, getting more access to her sensitive stomach.

“You got to stop wearing crop tops our dear Velvette. You’re simply too ticklish to have it out all the time.” He said, trying to sound sophisticated but failing.

“STOHOHOP TIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!” Velvette yelled through bouts of laughter.

Val then smirked, attacking her lower stomach.

To say Velvette’s squeal was loud would be an understatement.

“Are you going to stop sulking and pouting?” Both men asked.

“YEHEHEAHAHAHAS! STAHAHAHAP PLEHEAHASE!”

The two men stopped, Vox setting her down.

“Good girl. Now go play with your models. Your best one didn’t die this extermination, go toy with her.” Vox said with a smirk.

“Isn’t that girl a bit into punishment though?” Valentino also asked with a smirk.

Velvette sighed before nodding her head.

“At least she’s obedient! Unlike your workers!” She huffed and crossed her arms.

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Here’s another lee! Velvette fic! And when I get to my OC fic I will show a picture of her(I have to redesign her bc I don’t like her current design). So here’s some backstory stuff for her. Her name is Natalia and she was a Russian Model before she died. She died from her eye being shot out of her head. In Hell she made a contact with Velvette and became one of her top models very quickly. You guys will learn more about her in the fic.

[blakelysco-pilot]

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…”

[psalacanthea]

And since it got second place in the poll, here's the contents of Untitled 8, which turned out to be a fic I wrote for a friend for her birthday. She wanted a fic of Solas helping with curly haircare, so here it is <3

A long time ago, dealing with her hair had been a nuisance, a frustration. She would ask her father to cut it all off, and some summers he'd comply. Eventually, however, she'd stopped being so stubborn and started listening, and what had been a chore became a comforting habit. Something for them to do together.

It reminded her of home, the nightly ritual, soft hands and soft words in the firelight. The oil father had used had been fairly raw, sometimes with a hint of herbs, but the stuff Josephine had found for her came from Orlais, and it smelled soft and just a little sweet. Away from Skyhold, being able to take the time needed to wash and do her hair was an event in and of itself.

It had been a pleasant wash, if cold, quick, and solitary, but she had a clean shift, and they were surrounded by sentries. Enough of them that she could sleep out of armor for tonight with only a little nervousness. The soft hum of conversation around the campfire was a nice counterpoint to her thoughts as she headed for the one nearest to her tent.

She'd squeezed out her hair and dried it gently, but with the humid air of the Emerald Graves it was already fluffing up around her shoulders, defying orderly curls.

She became aware of the curious stare from her left, and stifled a smile as she settled down at the fireside, ankles crossing. A sidelong, amused glance met curious blue eyes, and Solas' smile turned chagrined as she smirked.

"My intention was not to stare, but the volume is remarkable," he admitted. Her quiet laugh made him smile, eyes relaxing. "I take it the heat does not agree with your hair?"

"It's a bit much right now, isn't it? I blame all that nonsense I let them do for Halamshiral, on top of the heat. It hasn't been the same since. I understand why they wear wigs," she admitted, giving a wistful little sigh as she smoothed it back with both hands, feeling it spring back up behind them. "I should have put it back into twists, but it's too late, and now it's impossible. I could tease it all the way, but it's just not easy for fighting."

"Surely it cannot be impossible," he countered, and she offered a chagrined smile, releasing her hair and reaching down for the bag at her feet. "Incidentally, despite the torture, your hair looked lovely at Halamshiral. Granted, it still does, but perhaps a bit less..."

"Weighed down," she suggested, just to rouse another of those rich, low laughs, a smile touching her lips as well. He was far from wrong. "Wasn't that Halamshiral in general, though? It was an interesting experience, but...heavy."

"You navigated it well, vhenan." Solas smiled again as she shook her head with a wry smile of her own. "I expected no less, despite all your worrying."

"You're biased," she accused impishly. "I felt like one of those expensive pottery dolls we saw at the shops in Val Royeaux, like if I moved the wrong way, I would shatter."

"Welcome to court and its intrigues. It is a game one can learn to enjoy, or so Josephine claims," he replied dryly, and then glanced down curiously as she opened the jar.

"Then I will leave it Leliana and Josephine. You seemed to be enjoying yourself," she said coyly, dipping fingers into the jar, scooping out some of the oil. Rubbing it briskly between her hands brought that soft, sweet smell to the air, and she breathed it in. "I can't believe I sat for a portrait. Do you think they'll even paint me as an elf?"

Digging her hands into her hair, she rubbed her fingers against her scalp, eyes half-lidding as she gazed at the fire, shifting behind the veil of her lashes.

"At first, certainly, but in time..." Solas said, startling a little laugh out of her, eyes opening again as she tilted her head to the side to watch him. He was staring at the fire now, pensive in profile, eyes shadowed.

"I can't even think that far ahead," she confessed, smoothing both hands over her hair and then letting it bounce upwards again, letting out a sigh. "I just can't."

"You have more important things at hand to worry about," he agreed, and they shared another small smile as she admired the firelight glinting along the edge of his jaw. "May I?"

Startled, she blinked and startled out of her reverie, glancing down into the jar in her lap. Letting out a faint laugh, she lifted her shoulders and cupped a hand around it, offering it aside. The green glow of her palm sparked across the glossy pottery, an ever-present reminder.

It didn't stall her for more than a moment.

"Do you even know what to do with my hair?" she asked, doing a very bad job of hiding her amusement. "I suppose I could teach you."

"Thank you, vhenan, I would appreciate that," he agreed quietly, and her smirk eased, turning into a soft, genuine smile.

"You really want to learn?" she asked, still uncertainly. The last thing she wanted was to be annoyed with him because he wouldn't follow through when he realized how much work it was.

"I would be delighted."

The simple pronouncement was so earnest that it silenced her, and she relinquished the oil to him without another complaint. Shifting to the ground comfortably between his knees, her own drawn up to her chest, she stared into the fire as she listened to him settling himself.

His hands delved into her hair as she let out a quiet sigh, eyes half-lidding. The slow, easy massage had her relaxing, tension she didn't even know she held draining from her shoulders. Eventually he murmured a quiet question, and she found the breath to sigh a response. With her quiet suggestions, gradually he began working the oil from her scalp along her hair.

If she made a few noises that edged towards indecent, well, who could blame her?

Eventually she brought her own hands up and taught him how to twist the curls back into her hair, bringing a whole new layer of amusement to the proceedings. His fascination was probably a bit too earnest to laugh at, but she really couldn't help herself.

It was nice, to not have to do it alone. It all made her a little less homesick.

[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

obey me masterlist

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.

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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"

[cyberrat]

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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Anyone lucky enough to be married to you would count his blessings. - abelas to ameridan

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 | accepting | @weptduty

The sketches in his notebook have begun to fade. The charcoal smudges, and the parchment has stretched and changed shape as moisture has reached through the leather cover, so some images have been distorted. The process of redrawing the sketches he wants to keep is slow. He never quite manages to capture the subjects the same way he did when he drew them the first time, from life, sitting by the fire in a camp somewhere or in their house and drawing what he saw in front of him, not knowing it would one day be all he had left.

But it's never tedious. He enjoys it, drawing them again, all these people who were once alive with laughter and warmth. Sitting in the sun with his back against Abelas, their legs stretched out on both sides of his and their head resting comfortably on his shoulder to look over it, he'll copy every plant and creature and the tiny faces in the margins beside the text depicting marchis de val chevin looked sur at warre tabel and eloren after she falde off her hart.

"This is from when we'd just gotten married", he says, as he finishes one sketch (Haron, seen in profile with a thoughtful expression and thynkyng about dyner?? scrawled underneath) and turns the page over. Telana takes up a full spread, stretched out as she is on a bed with an arm under the pillow and a gap between the sheet she's kicked down to her hips and the nightgown that is bunched up to just below her breasts. A series of quick strokes drawn with a light hand suggests morning light from an unseen window, falling on her closed eyes. The braids that took half a day to finish fan out across the pillow. Ameridan can almost smell the hair oil her mother made for the wedding, the scent of crystal grace.

"I was lucky", he says, balancing both the old journal and the new in his lap and picking up the charcoal stick. "Between Drakon and the Inquisition, I could never be the wife she deserved to have, but she accepted that." His tone is light; he's not berating himself over this, only stating a fact he is grateful for. He never beat himself up over it then, knowing she'd made the choice herself and respecting it. Isn't that strange? What value did he see in himself that he cannot see now?

Abelas, of course, turns his head and kisses the disparaging comment out from right below his ear. "Anyone lucky enough to be married to you would count their blessings."

"Not luck. It was perseverance", he says, smiling. "Telana chose me, knowing there was also the rest of the world. She'd never have let me abandon it for her sake. Had our roles been reversed I would have been the one waiting for her." She had never waited idly. When she wasn't traveling Orlais with him, she was in the Dales, working. Having her there had made it easier to be away, because at least there had been someone looking after it.

He pauses, his hand hovering over the new parchment as the full meaning of Abelas' words settle in. A possible meaning. Do they want to... is that what they are saying? Not a direct question, but maybe a way to gauge his feelings on the matter?

He begins to draw, light on the hand as he sketches out the general shape of Telana's body, her head at the very corner of the pillow, her shoulders nearly flat against the mattress, her waist twisted so her hips could be turned to the side, legs drawn up towards him. Nir'enehn is curled up at her feet, visible only as a large, rounded shape at the very edge of the journal. Knowing Da'harel he was probably at least halfway on top of Ameridan in the moment of drawing.

He loved many people before Telana, but none that he ever considered marrying. Oh, in a world where Drakon could leave his empire and run away with him, but—no, it was the emperor he loved, the sun at the center of Orlais, who smiled with the light of the divine. After, it could only ever have been Orinna, and maybe it would have if she'd wanted to. What was between Telana and Ameridan was different from what was between either of them and Orinna, but it didn't need to have been the same. They loved each other. All three of them. But Orinna neither needed nor wanted a wedding to seal it.

So now Telana is the only one. There is a place reserved only for her. And there should be, he thinks.

But Abelas asks for so little and gives so much. If they ask for that, how can he say no?

"Did you ever wish to be married?" he asks, not as lightly as he spoke before, his voice dropping to a murmur. It could just be that he's focused on defining the shape of her face, sketching in the placement of her eyes and mouth and nose, considering if he should correct the slightly uneven size of her eyes in the original sketch, or if he should copy it as it is. "To Alenriel?"