#i hope we see more of vel

[girlrandomstuff]

Have you ever think that if the new Reign of the Empire trilogy, mostly it's first book, is set shortly or exactly after Revenge of the Sith we are going to see, maybe, Mon Mothma go through pregnancy, the war can be over, but the new Sith empire is worst than the past war, the senate is just the shell of what it once was, going through a pregnancy, labor and motherhood with a man you don't love and who doesn't support you while also trying to get things done at the senate is literally the most exausting and cruel thing I have ever listen. Anyways, I'm so excited to see even more deep into her character, maybe her past, her thoughts, what she had to deal and do on the daily basis to stop a facist machine

[e-the-village-cryptid]

something about cinta’s specific style of “stone cold and fearless”, as skeen puts, it has always struck me as so interesting and unique and I was just FINALLY able to put a finger on it

because we’ve seen plenty of hardened badasses on TV, we’ve even seen a good number of women in that role, too. we’ve seen the classic “they’re not ice cold all the way through, see the emotional toll this takes on them” moments. but what’s so interesting about cinta’s moments of vulnerability is that somehow, even through film, an inherently external medium, they’re all internal. we don’t see very much of it on her face, but we feel it based on what we see through her eyes. when she does show some outward sign— a sigh, a look away— the camera is either angled from her perspective, or she isn’t in focus. by the time her face is back in focus, the mask is back up.

in episode 6 during the aldhani heist, when vel takes her hand and says “tell me you’ll be all right”, there is only the barest, briefest softening in cinta’s expression when she tells her “i’ll be fine. go.” but then we see through her eyes. the camera, set at cinta’s line of sight, lingers on vel as she leaves, even as the doors shut and only the barest sliver of her face is visible, only turning away once she’s completely gone. in episode 8 when they meet on ferrix and cinta immediately sees that they will have to split up again, we only hear her tired sigh and see her head droop a bit once the camera focuses vel looking away, unfocusing cinta so she can have her moment of vulnerability privately and unobserved. in episode 12 when they meet back up again, we feel vel’s sadness and the pull towards her from cinta’s perspective using camera angles for several long moments before we see it reflected in cinta’s actions, finally turning away from the window only when vel directly asks her to.

and we get to see her make the choice, every time, to be her cold, hardened self. we feel the moments of vulnerability, but we see her with her mask on, just as she allows the rest of the world to see her. there is consistently built emotional depth for her character even when we don’t ever really see her have a moment of weakness. she is the way she is because she chooses to be, over and over and over again. she never stops being faced with that choice, she never stops being just a bit tempted by it. but she never chooses any differently.

[vellichorsdesire]

boo ! how r u 'n f/o doin 2day ? ! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

HII HI HI!!!! : DD thank youu for asking hehehe it’s a lazy day for the both of us todaay…!!! though i did make crepes for breakfast which they enjoy a lot i just. lazed around way more often than usual with them LOL

[marwolaeth-76]

Please can you write fluff where the reader is Velvet and Veneer's younger sister? Like Velvet just hates the reader but Veneer adores her and stands up to Velve whenever she insults her.

Hello!! thank you for your request and thank you for waiting, I hope you like it🩷

Velvet & Veneer x younger sister

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You're Velvet and Veneer's little sister, pretty much younger. You always watch their concerts live with admiration, listening to their songs and being very proud of your elders, thinking about how when you grow up you will become the same as them. And finally, Velvet and Veneer must visit themselves at their parents' house. You were so excited for your big siblings to get home from their performance. When you heard their voices at the door, you ran to greet them. "Velvet! Veneer!" - Your voice is full of joy to finally meet your star brother and sister, your eyes sparkle when you see them. Velvet walked in with an annoyed look. "Ugh not so loud, jailbait, I've got a headache after arrival" - Velvet had never been particularly nice to you and Veneer, so you would expect that she wouldn't be very nice now either. On the one hand, you can understand her, she is the oldest child and before she always had to keep an eye on you. Your smile fell slightly, it still hurt you, but then Veneer swept you up in a hug. "Hey! There's my favorite sis! I missed you so much" You giggled and hugged him tight. Veneer always made you feel better when Velvet was mean. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before setting you down. "I missed you too! So how was the show?" You wanted them to tell everything about how they perform, you were so eager to hear about all their stories from their performances.

Seeing you hugging Veneer, and the way you said that you missed him.. Velvet for a second feels hurt deep in her heart, which means her little sister really didn't miss her best big sister? "It was great until this one messed up his lines" Velvet shot a glare at Veneer, her eyes were directed sharply towards him. Sighing, the singer released you from his embrace and straightened up. "I said I was sorry Vel, it was an accident." "Yeah sure. If you weren't so useless we'd be even bigger stars." Her harsh words made you frown. "Hey don't be mean to Veneer, Velvet, you both try and well..everyone can make mistakes" - For a second you thought that it wasn’t the best decision to contradict your older sister, but you didn’t want to see Veneer being hurt. Velvet rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you're just a little stupid kid. Go to your room and play with your toys, the adults are talking." - Now, she really went too far, you just wanted them not to quarrel, but received a new portion of negativity addressed to you. "Oh come on, we haven't seen the little one for so long, she doesn't need to leave.." - Veneer said gently, he didn’t want to anger her even more, but at the same time he would like to be in a less tense atmosphere at home. You smiled at him gratefully. Velvet huffed in annoyance. "Whatever, I'm going to rest. Just try to prevent me from getting a good sleep, I don't know what I'll do to you." - The older sister spoke with a bit of irritation, she rolled her eyes and turned around. With that she stalked off to her bedroom, leaving you and Veneer alone. He pulled you in for another hug. "Don't listen to her. Sis, you know that she says this not out of malice" You were a little offended by Velvet’s words, but you didn’t hold your anger for long, as Veneer, your beloved older brother, said. Still, you've known Velvet all your life, and it's time to get used to she's character.

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божж I feel like poop, I’m absolutely unable to come up with a plot for requests oh my god I just accidentally DELETED EVERYTHING I WRITTEN RIGHT NOW LITERALLY ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[storm-angel989]

hallo!!!

i was wondering if you could do a Val x daughter reader

reader is neurodivergent and has a stutter :,> basically reader goes to auntie Vel first about how they’re being bullied at school and then Vel brings it up to Uncle Vox and Val.

i hope your having a nice day!

The editing continues! Enjoy <3 I apologize for the wait and appreciate your patience!

“What the fuck do you mean, being bullied?” Valentino demanded as he took a drag from his cigarette. Confusion and disgust flooded his features. “She’s in first grade, how do they even know how to be mean at that age?” 

Velvette shrugged and took a sip of her wine as they sat around the restaurant table. 

Another Tuesday night, another meeting of the minds. This was the one night a week Valentino’s daughter, reader,  stayed late for both art and speech therapy. Usually it involved logistics planning- who would pick her up, help her with homework, where she was supposed to be each day after school. They had learned early on that early planning and visual schedules helped her manage and practice her day to day routines and activities. This time each week was critical not only for themselves, but to help reader manage her anxieties. 

Tonight though, their meeting meant something far more sinister. 

“She came to me in tears the other day. Sobbing about how kids are being mean to her because she ‘talked funny’. I told her to ignore them and tell the teacher, but she told me one of them hit her. And that the teacher did nothing. That alone is worth the school.” 

“The school is fucking useless. What do we do about it?” Valentino demanded asked as he bit back the anger in his voice. “Surely there must be something we can do.”

“Like what? Walk up to first graders and bully them back?” Velvette asked with a snort. 

“I mean, if they’re being cruel to my little girl then…” Valentino began.

“Cut the shit. We may not be able to do anything as adults but we can give our sweet reader the means to defense herself,” Velvette snapped. 

Valentino tapped his cigarette ashed into the tray and gave her a disapproving look. “We’re not teaching my daughter to throw a punch. Not that she would anyway But we can go to school and talk to them. Give us a good feel for the policies they have in place. It’s highly doubtful they’ll give us the names of the kids- but I’ll ask her. Maybe she’ll tell me.”  Valentino asked. 

“They’d give you the names if you filed the fucking paperwork like I told you,” Velvette muttered. She tuned out the rest of their chatter, her mind reeling. There was no sense in arguing with Valentino- he was reader’s dad after all. But she didn’t see the issue with at least teaching her the basics of self defense. And honestly, what Valentino didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. 

The sound of Vox’s voice pulled her back to attention.

“I’ll fit her with a small camera. Tomorrow.” Vox said definitively. “At least then we’ll have proof. And they can’t ignore proof- we have to sort of play by the rules here, Valentino. Until then, what do we do?”

“Love her, comfort her. Help her manage her anxiety and I think I have the perfect book about it for bedtime tonight.” Velvette suggested. “Sound like a plan?” 

Both boys seemed to agree. 

As soon as reader walked in the door that night, she dove into her afterschool routine. Homework with Vox, dinner at the dinner table with all three of them, bathtime with Valentino, teeth brushing, pjs and because it was Thursday- tucked into bed first by Aunt Velvette. 

“Reader? Can we talk a little bit about school before your dad comes in?” Velvette asked as she pulled the bed covers back. 

Reader nodded and climbed under the sheets. Velvette laid down next to her and she snuggled the tiny body against hers. There wasn’t much in this world that turned Velvette soft, but reader was one of them. 

“I want to teach you what to do when someone is mean to you- your daddy is coming in in a few minutes to read a book about different ways to handle it. But I want to teach you another way- a secret way that has to stay between us girls, okay?” 

To her surprise, reader sat up and looked eager. 

“L-like what Auntie?” 

And so Velvette showed her, in the quiet ten minutes she had, how to throw a punch. How to turn her wrist, aim for the nose and step into the force. 

“Don’t ever start anything, but if they put a hand on you first, turn around and deck them. Hard. And they’ll never touch you again.  But don’t tell your Dad I taught you, okay? Keep it between us girls.” 

Reader nodded happily and tucked herself back against Velvette as Valentino walked in. He took his place on the other side of the bed and Reader leaned up and nuzzled Velvette’s cheek- butterfly kisses, as she called them, before snuggling back against Valentino. 

“This book is called I said no,” Velvette heard Valentino say as she quietly closed the door and made her way to her own room. She hoped that her niece would never have to use the skills she taught her. But in her mind, it was better to have the skill and not need it, than to need it than not have it. 

But she still wasn’t surprised when she got the call from Valentino the next day. She pushed a button and the fury that was Valentino flashed on her screen. 

“Velvette! What did you do?” Valentino screamed. “I just got a fucking call from the school- Reader is in the principles office for punching someone! How the fuck does she know how to punch?”

Velvette snorted at the accusation as pride flooded through her heart. Atta girl. “Beats me, but Vox put a camera on her this morning right? So cool your jets. Is reader hurt?”

Velvette watched as he seemed to consider her point. 

“Well, no. I don’t think so,” Valentino said after the momentary pause. 

“And the other kid?”

“I…I don’t fucking know go with Vox to the school NOW. I’ll meet you there as soon as I finish the fucking paperwork.”

Velvette raised an eyebrow as Vox walked in the room. “Oh, you mean the paperwork you were supposed to finish last week?” 

“Fuck you Velvette, go and get your niece, now!” 

The screen went black and Velvette rolled her eyes. Reader wouldn���t have made the first move, she was certain of that. 

One short limo ride later, she and Vox walked into the school. They were immediately escorted to the principal's office and Velvette gritted her teeth at the scene that greeted them. Reader sat, tears streaming down her face next to a boy with a bloody nose. A female demon- probably his mother, stood behind him, glaring at reader. 

“You wanna fuck off?” Velvette snapped as she looked up. “And back the fuck off from my kid.” She reached over and lifted reader up into her arms as she continued to sob. “What happened, baby?” 

“What happened is that reader punched this young man in the face, completely unprovoked,” the principal began.

“H-h-he…” Reader began to sob. 

Velvette shushed her and gave Vox a look. 

“That’s what you say, let’s watch the footage and see what actually happened,” Vox interjected. 

The other two adults in the room seemed to freeze.

“Mr. Vox we don’t utilize cameras or any Voxtech…” the principal began. 

“You don’t, but I do,” Vox replied smoothly. 

Velvette watched both of their faces go white. Carefully, Vox reached over and unclipped the almost invisible camera from the collar of his niece's shirt. A video appeared on the wall behind them, showcasing the events of the day. Behind them, Valentino opened the door and closed it quietly. Two button presses and the truth came to light. The boy, pinching, teasing, name calling and laughing. Reader telling him to quietly leave her alone. A hit to the back and finally, reader turning around and nailing him in the face. 

“Oh good job baby girl,” Velvette whispered in reader’s ear. She felt the twitch of a smile against her shoulder as she cradled her. Good, Velvette thought, she was starting to settle. 

Vox shut the movie off and looked at the adults present. “I’m eager to see what type of punishment will come from this,” he said flatly. 

“We hold a no tolerance policy, so both the boy and reader will be suspended…”

“I think the fuck not.” Valentino’s cold voice came from across the room. 

The principal stood up, a miffed expression on his face. “Mr. Valentino. Ms. Velvette. Mr. Vox. With all due respect you don’t have a say over my school. Your jurisdiction ends at that door.” 

Valentino smirked and looked at the other V’s. He walked over to Velvette and took his daughter into his arms. He whispered something quietly in reader’s ear and a smile spread across her tear stained face. He walked her over to the principal's desk and gently nudged her.

“Go ahead bebita.”

“D-daddy s-says you’re fired!” She announced loudly before burying her face back in his neck. 

The principal's face turned deep red. “As I said you have no jurisdiction…the audacity…”

“Actually, I do,” Valentino replied as he held up a piece of paper. “As of today the V corporation owns this school, and every single one like it in the pride ring. You’re fired. And you..” he turned around to face both the mother and the child who sat frozen in horror. “Your brat of a child is expelled. Get off my property before I have you escorted out. All three of you. Now.” 

Valentino turned and walked out, gently holding his daughter as Vox and Velvette followed. 

“This would have been much less dramatic if you had filed the paperwork a week ago, like I told you to!” Velvette scolded. 

“Yeah, but that was fun- was it not?” Valentino looked down at his daughter, “did you like firing the principle my sweet ninita?” 

She nodded and he planted a kiss on her forehead as he carried her outside. “Let’s go out for lunch, my love. Calm down a little bit. And tomorrow when you go back to school, I promise no one will even think to lay a hand or speak unkindly to you.  We’ll protect you. And we always will.”

[voxslays]

hello!

Can I please request a vox x g/n reader where vox is really jealous of readers cat, like if the reader was sleeping and cuddling with the cat vox would move the cat and replace the cat's spot with himself.

Please take your time

(Thank you for requesting anon! I really appreciate it! <3)

The Cat Vs. The TV Vox x Reader

Warnings: None.

Vox opens your door, sees you, and smiles softly as he looks at your sleeping form. Your white persian cat asleep on your chest. He silently walks closer to your bed side and looks down at you and strokes your hair. The cat opens its blue eyes and looks up at him. He couldn't help but feel jealous. He wanted to be in the cat's spot so badly. He wanted to be the one cuddling with you and making sure you were safe.

Vox watches as your chest rises and falls with your breath, as your eyes move under your eyelids while dreaming. He watches as your mouth opens and closes, taking in and letting out air while you sleep. He watches as your arms and hands twitch and move slightly. He couldn't tear his gaze away from you. He would stand there all night if he could, just watching you peacefully sleep. He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

As Vox gently brushes your hair out of your face, he finds himself tracing your features. He traces the curve of your jawline, then your cheek, then your lips.... His jealousy for the cat is almost overwhelming.

You start to stir from your sleep. Vox quickly pulls his hand back, hoping he didn't wake you up. He stands there frozen, waiting to see if you'll stir again. He watches intently, almost holding his non-existent breath. ​​As you start to move around in your sleep, Vox gets nervous, thinking you're about to wake up. He silently curses to himself as he watches you closely, praying you don't wake up just yet.  He's still jealous that a mere cat gets to lay in your arms, while he is forced to stand there and admire you from afar.

“Vox…?” You say groggily, still half asleep. As you say his name, his heart skips a beat. He's both happy and a little taken aback that you noticed him standing there. He hesitantly takes a step closer and speaks softly. "Hey, sorry if I woke you.." He says quietly. “It's fine…Did you need something?” You ask, eyes only half open.

He shakes his head a little. "I just wanted to see what you were up to. You weren't with Vel and Val, so I wondered where you were.” His tone is a mix of concern and a small hint of jealousy, even though he tried to hide it. “You seem stressed. What's wrong?” You ask politely. He hesitates for a moment, considering lying and saying nothing is wrong. But he knew there was no point, you always saw right through him. "I...I don't know. Just feeling a little off I guess. It's dumb.." Vox trails off. “It’s not dumb. We can talk about it if you’d like.” You offer, grabbing his hands and holding them in your soft grip. He sighs softly and looks at you.

"I guess I.. I just wished I could be the one cuddling with you. instead of that cat... I feel like an idiot, being jealous of your cat." You laugh softly. He feels his cheeks heat up a little out of embarrassment. He huffs with a small, forced chuckle, feeling even more self-conscious.  "I told you it's stupid. I'm being a jealous idiot…jealous of a cat for getting to cuddle with you.." He says the last part quietly. 

“Well get over here.” You motion for him to come over to you. He freezes for a moment, surprised by your invitation to cuddle. He then smirks softly and steps closer to your bed "You... want me to cuddle with you too?" Vox stands there in shock for a moment. Did he hear you correctly? Is this real? Either way, he doesn't want to miss his chance. He quickly walks over and lays in bed beside you. He hesitantly wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck (as much as a TV can.)

He takes a deep breath and savors the feeling of being so close to you. He feels safe and calm being able to hold you in his arms, the jealousy from earlier fading away. He takes another deep breath and sighs happily. He gently cuddles you, rubbing small reassuring circles on your back as he feels his jealousy from earlier completely fade away. He enjoys the sound of your breathing and the feeling of your skin against his. You spent the night enjoying eachothers company.

[alldoll3dup]

໑୧﹒★﹒Veneer crushing on you - one-shot ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You are an artist well known for your impeccable works and Veneer really appreciates your work, perhaps even too much (the troll thing didn't happen here)

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - GN!Reader, fluff

- Well it all started when Veneer was bored scrolling through Instagram

- Until something caught his attention, it was a painting, very well done by the way, so he decided to do a little stalking on the page

- As time passed, Veneer began to like the paintings of the famous Y/N more and more he admired his work

- As he really wanted to meet you, but couldn't appear at public events because of fans and paparazzis, he had the idea of hiring you to do art for him

- His sister Velvet, on the other hand, thought it was an unnecessary waste of money

- When you were going out on the street you were stopped by one of Veneer's advisors who gave you an offer you couldn't refuse, it was A LOT of money for just one painting and of course you accepted

- Then he gave you the time and place, was it the Velvet and Veneer brothers' mansion? You were perplexed, you didn't know how but you got noticed by your favorite stars you couldn't miss the chance to impress them (especially Veneer)

- You showed up at the agreed place and time and you saw Veneer waiting for you there, you were emotional, but maintained your posture you were just there to paint after all

- When Veneer sees you he immediately smiles and greets you in a way you didn't expect

"Oh my god, you are Y/N in the flesh! I was so looking forward to meeting you up close" - you immediately felt a blush on your cheeks as Veneer shook your hand gently

"I think I was the one who should say this, you're a super pop star and I'm honored to finally meet you" - Veneer practically melted, did you follow his work? It could only be a dream

"D-Do you follow the music i do?" - you laugh a little confused

"Of course! Your songs inspire me, I thought it was obvious" - you see Veneer become totally embarrassed and blushed

"I am inspired by your arts to make music" - you look like two fools exchanging shy glances and silly smiles and Velvet appears looking at you with a certain contempt

"UHHH Get a room lovebirds ew" - she screams loudly as Veneer turns even redder taking you to another place

"Y/N, I'm sorry about Vel, she doesn't know what she's saying" - he says covering his face in shame

"It's okay, I think I'd better start painting now, since that's why I came here, what do you want me to paint?" - you give a small smile, arranging the materials

"I want you to paint me and you together holding hands in the most beautiful place you can imagine" - you nod awkwardly starting the painting while Veneer watches while you doing it

- After a while you finally finish the painting, you and Veneer together in a sunset on the beach, a painting so detailed that it is impressive

- Veneer smiles with the painting in his hands and he hangs it on the wall, turning his attention to you

"You know... we could uh... do this in real life, what do you think?" - he says a little unsure thinking you would refuse him, scratching his head lightly trying not to be so anxious

"Of course! I would love to Veneer" - you say with a slight smile and Veneer hugs you excitedly, already thinking about the thousands of things you will do together

- After some time getting to know each other better and becoming friends, you actually go to the beach together recreating the painting of you two at sunset on the beach

- But with something more, Veneer puts his hand on yours and with his free hand he gently holds your face giving you a little kiss that left you blushing so with a smile on his face he asks you

"Do you want to date me Y/N?"

▐ Hello yall! Hope you liked this little one-shot of this silly lovely guy, if you got any requests send it ♡

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ^^

[reticent-writer]

heyyy PLEASE I NEEDD Vox x teen! Reader. Where she’s like the Vee’s assistant, or Vox’s assistant or something like that and she sees Vox as a father figure? Tyy

I like this alot

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the most chaotic job in all of hell, like there is never a peaceful moment in the Vees tower. Someone is always yelling, something is always being broken, and you are in the middle of it. The peacemaker.

Your soul belongs to Vox but you assist all of the Vees. Your like 17/18. You were a hacker before you died, you hacked into the governments software and was killed for it.

You did the same thing to Vox but he didn't get mad instead he offered a secure home/job for your soul. (Seeing that everyone is dead that sounds silly but you shook his hand anyway)

If Vox isn't around to calm down Val and Velvette you're the next best thing. Valentino can talk your ears off as much as he wants and Velvette can use you as a model

In hell you can travel through electronics like Vox

Most of your time is spent with Velvette and Vox, mainly Vox. Vox has you do a lot of work that he trusts no one else with like going to the overlord meetings when no one else wants to

You are genuinely nice, like the other overlords wonder why you're working with the Vees

Your room doesn't have a door, so to get to your room you have to go through electronics to a backroom type of place. It's still in the Vees tower but no one but you or Vox and get to it.

Vox made it like this so if you wanted to be unbothered no one could even knock on your door.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚-Vox-˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

"Y/n are you awake."

You heard Vox from inside your room. You zapped you phone knowing that Vox you feel it. Basically saying you were getting up.

It took you 15 minutes to get ready before you teleported to the monitor room to find Vox watching random sinners on his big screen.

"I'm up, sir."

He dramatically spun his chair to face you.

"I hope it's been a hellish morning so far, what's on today's schedule."

You pulled out your phone and started to read off it, "the day doesn't start until 1 which is when the early talk show starts ot lasts until 3, at 5-7 is a game show, Velvette s show starts at 7, Valentino's live streaming a BDSM thing at 8, late night talk show at 10."

You looked at the time it was 8 am.

"Well since I'm free why don't we work on your mega computer." He offered. He likes how your face lit up and without wasting a second you dragged him to one of the quietest rooms in the building. In it was a desktop with a few wires connected to it.

Your mega computer was a project you started after you sold your soul. You hope it can connect to heaven one day and who is Vox to stop you.

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You were in Fox's monitor room untangling cords.

"Y/N COME HERE." Velvette yelled at you through her phone.

You sighed as you stopped what you were doing and turn went through one of the many TVs.

"Yes, Vel." You smiled, clearly Vox was rubbing off on you.

"Something is missing with this outfit, tell me what it is." She pointed you in the direction of a mannequin with a outfit in your preferred style.

"(￣ヘ￣）ᵁᴹᴹ a (whatever you want)."

She hummed and with a snap of her fingers it appeared.

"Better right?"

"Yes."

"Good it's yours, take it" she snapped again and the outfit was in your hands, "no go put it on, I wanna see it."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, put it on."

-It looked amazing-

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"Vox said your not aloud in the studio so the least your could do is read the script." He said as he handed you a think packed.

"Jailbird gets hard time" you read loud in disgust, "do you really think I should be reading this?"

He scoffed, "oh please it's not like I can't see your browser history. A03, wattpad, Quotev, fanfiction.net the list goes on."

You stared at him in disbelief.

"What... Aww is someone embarrassed." He squished your cheeks. Your face was beat red.

"Aw, Chiquita, I don't judge. You should see the more kinky scrips."

"Oh no thanks. I think I hear Vox calling me. Bye." You reached his pocket for his phone and with a poor you were gone.

After that you made it so no one could see any of your activity.

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A/n: I don't like Valentino. I love his voice tho

[alientee]

I need more chubby reader fics/HC with Ozzie or Vox I would kill for it!

I don’t know vox like that but because you’re his wife I got you!

Vox shows you off as much as he can. He needs to let everyone know he has the prettiest wife in all of hell. Will fuck with Valentino and let him know he could never. Always gripping your ass or your thigh. If you try to hold his hand he moves it away and goes straight for your back pocket. (The little shit) but if it truly bothers you he’ll hold your hand but pout about it.

“Vox honey can we hold hands?” He looks at you with his eyebrow raised “but my hands comfy right here” he digs his hand even deeper in your pocket

Will literally get you a dress whenever you both are out. He loves seeing the gown hug your curves and how you both match in aesthetic. He loves it when you wear sundresses the most, he likes watching you ass jiggle. He will literally take all of your panties and throw them In the trash. (Yes he’s that petty.) “Vox! We’re are my panties!” “Don’t know what you’re talking about baby!” He chuckles a little seeing all the underwear stuffed in the trash. “Dammit Vox there expensive” he rolls his eyes “Eh I’ll get you some new ones”

Has you model for velvette, likes to see you walk in her shows seeing you confident and happy. Has Vel make you diffrent types of costumes and lingerie. Literally puts you in a sexy pose on all his screens.

He doesn’t sleep on pillows. At all. It’s either your chest or your ass. He doesn’t care if your sleep or tired he will turn you over to get in there. “Vox please let me sleep” he grumbles back “I am baby I’m just getting the pillow ready” he starts kneading your ass

He likes to put you in his show, doesn’t care if you doing nothing he just likes looking at you and seeing your beautiful smile and how you have fun with it.

If you two are having a dinner in public in a private spot he will keep a hand on a titty at all times. And no he will not remove it when the waiter comes.

His nicknames for you are pound cake, baby girl, and daisy.

I hope I did him justice for you! @voxs2wifexd

[baileypie-writes]

Hiii sorry for requesting again 😅 I just love the way you write (feel free to Request at my page if you want).

Can we have some velvet and veneer with baby sister reader, who says their first word and it's their names 🩷

A/N ~ Sure! I don’t mind your requests, request as much as you’d like! Hope you enjoy!

~Say it Again~

Velvet and Veneer + Baby Sister!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Female

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You finally said your first words, and Velvet and Veneer couldn’t be happier.

Warnings: Probably cringe, but whatever

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“Where’s my baby sister?” Veneer asked your parents, not a second after he and Velvet walked through the door.

“She’s in the living room, playing.” Your dad responded. After he did, Veneer practically pushed him over, bolting to where he said you were. Velvet followed.

As your dad had said, you were there. You were sitting on the carpet, playing with some plushies. Velvet and Veneer sat next to you.

“Hello (name)! How’s my little sister?” Veneer cooed, squishing your cheeks. You giggled, then handed him the stuffed pink bear you were playing with. Veneer gently took it, and examined it. “Hey Vels, didn’t we buy her this one?”

“Yeah, before she was born. It was for the baby shower.” Velvet responded.

Veneer hummed, then turned back to you. “Oh no! The bear’s gonna eat you, (name)!” He buried the bear’s muzzle into your stomach, making you burst laughing. Velvet chuckled.

“Your hair’s getting longer, huh?” Velvet said, playing with your hair. You looked up at her, and made a grabbing motion with your little hands.

“I think she wants you to pick her up.” Veneer stated.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not good with babies, let alone holding them.”

“Oh, it’s easy! Here, lemme help.” Veneer picked you up, one of his arms supporting your bottom, and the other under your arms and around your waist. “Ouf! You’re getting heavy (name)!” He turned towards Velvet, showing her how he held you. “See, like this.”

(A/N ~ I have no idea how to describe how to hold a baby. So this is probably incorrect.)

“Okay…” Velvet hesitated. She lifted you out of Veneer’s arms, and held you the way he had demonstrated. She seemed unsure if she was doing it right, but after hearing you make happy sounds, she stopped worrying.

“Velvet! Veneer! Can you come help me in the kitchen?” Your mom called, interrupting the moment.

“Yeah! Just a second!” Veneer called back.

“Bewbet! Beneer!” You said, copying your mother. The twins froze, turning their attention back to you.

“Did she just say our names?” Veneer asked in disbelief.

“I think so!” Velvet responded, smiling down at you.

Their expressions turned ecstatic, and they immediately hugged you, cheering.

“Good job (name)!” Veneer said, kissing your cheek. You just laughed uncontrollably. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you loved the attention!

“Can you say it again?” Velvet asked.

You happily obliged. “Bewbet! Beneer!” The twins exclaimed excitedly once more.

“Mom! Dad! Come here! (name) just said her first words!” Veneer called.

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While your parents may have been at least a little disappointed that your first words weren’t their own names, they were happy that this was the start of a close relationship with your siblings. The twins’s names would soon become your favorite thing to say, and Velvet and Veneer couldn’t be more proud.

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~~baileypie-writes

[cheshirebitch]

Hi :3 can you make a vox x reader but they have a love hate relationship?? Pls I will give you my soul

There you go :D

( Sooooo I went for a more angsty love hate relationship... hope this is what you wanted haha but very much was inspired by the song Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood! I appreciate the request and I seriously hope I did it justice <3)

Vox x Reader

𝔾𝕠 𝔸𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕣𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝

Val was screaming upstairs as Velvette and I were gathering plans together. She was working on something with her online status she has to maintain 24/7 while I was trying to work on the next big technology idea with Vox. The problem was, Vox was too busy upstairs babying Val. I have tried talking to him, more like yelling at him, to just get rid of Valentino. 

“Jesus, Vox! You sound more like his boyfriend than you do mine! Every fucking second you spend with him. What do I have to do to just get five fucking minutes with you?” I slammed the drawer shut. Vox groaned before yelling back. 

“Maybe if you were more understanding, I would be able to spend time with you being actually in love and, I don’t know, not yelling at you!” He was glaring at me from the doorway that he just had to duck through. I used my magic to slam the door behind him, locking it.

“Why’d you have to lock me in here?” He looked annoyed as he tried to pull the door open, only to be shocked with electricity. I was glaring at him from next to the bed, arms crossed.

“So we can actually have one fucking conversation before you go running to Val! You need to listen to me and just get rid of him!” I threw my bottoms at him as I slipped on my pj’s. I missed how he looked at me when I would change in front of him, but instead we fight every night before we go to sleep and wake up in love. But it always only lasted for maybe two hours before Valentino ruined it. 

He was a horrible person and reminded me a lot of my life. I have tried to have a sit down conversation with Vox about it so many times just to end up talking to Velvette about it. She must have sensed me getting more and more annoyed because she put her phone down and looked at me. It was rare to see her even glance over her phone at you.

“Hey, maybe it’s time to call it quits if he doesn’t even prioritize you yah know?” She shrugged with tight lips. The papers in my hand crumpled. Anger was all I could feel, anger and embarrassment. 

“Velvette.” My voice shook, selling out how bad I wanted to just talk to someone, anyone. Velvette glanced up, quickly disregarding her phone. She strode the distance between us and quickly grabbed my shoulders before whispering, “Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” I started bawling the second she asked. All this pent up hatred overwhelmed my heart that was still deeply in love with the man I was hating. 

“I tried talking to him about it all, Vel. I don’t know how much more I can take. It reminds me too much of-” 

“Shhhh, it’s okay. Try and calm down and then we can talk about it? Stay in my room tonight. Fuck Vox.”

“I have tried talking to him, yelling at him even! Velvette, I don’t know how much more I can take of this. One second he is the best man ever in my whole life, putting all my previous boyfriends to shame. But then he keeps babying the man who reminds me of all those abusive men I have dated. How can he even associate with someone like that?” I gestured wildly to the ceiling since they were both above us. I could hear another thing get smashed upstairs, followed by Valentino throwing some sort of hissy fit. I sunk back into my seat with my eyes brimming with tears. Velvette stood up, shuffling to the seat next to me. She draped an arm over my shoulders, hugging me, with her phone face down on the coffee table in front of us.

“Did you try telling him how you feel without any distractions? I know we can all be pretty distracting.” She trailed it out as her fingers swirled shapes on my shoulder. I leaned my head on her shoulder as I whispered back, “I have tried everything, Vel. Everything. All he does is focus on fucking Alastor or Valentino.”

“Here, I will take a turn with the sissy baby upstairs if you promise to try and talk to Vox, then let me know how it goes. We can go from there, girl. If he turns out to not be the shit, we can toss him out like the shit he is.” Gently, she slid off the couch and moved to go upstairs. I waited downstairs for what felt like almost an hour. Pressure was pushing harder and harder on my shoulders and back when I couldn’t hold it down anymore. I stood up and pushed all the papers off the table, flipping the table after shoving the papers didn’t satisfy anything. I was in the middle of picking up the couch when Vox opened the door and shut it behind him.

“Sorry about that doll, I was- What are you doing?” He stood at the door, his towering frame frozen there, pointing at me as I held the couch above me. I dropped it as I stared at him still, clearing my throat. I tried to shove those pent up emotions back down but they still remained on the edge of my tongue, ready to fire off. I could tell I was going to start the attitude this time.

“Nothing, just- nothing.” I looked at the couch and back at Vox. God did he always look so godly when he stared at me like that but fuck was I mad at him. Ditching all his work on me just to baby a grown ass disgusting-

“Yeah, sure. That looks like a lot of nothing.” Oh hell no.

“Really? If anything, you are doing nothing with this new project, again.” I snarled at him. He immediately narrowed his eyes at me before laughing dryly, holding his screen face with his hand before wildly talking with his hands.

“Seriously? You got Velvette to drag me away from calming down Val from embarrassing us for this? Get a grip, (Y/n)! There are more important things going on than you having to do a little extra work around here.” He waved his hands and rolled his eyes at me, about to leave the room. I hated him, I hated how he always brushes me off. I can’t even remember the last time we didn’t fight but instead actually talked to each other. I grabbed the lamp next to me and threw it at his head. It smashed over his head, of course with a bad aim. I was seething and he was too with how he whipped around, growling at me. He was taking long strides to be leaning down into my face. He grabbed my throat, dragging his blue claws across my neck as he hissed at me.

“You fucking bitch! You could’ve smashed my screen! Damaged my cords! Do you want me to not trust you anymore? To lock you away? I can just get rid of all the trust I have placed in you if that’s what this little episode is about.”  I was scrunching my face towards his before I reached behind his screen, unplugging one of his wires. I knew they were sensitive too as I unplugged his audio cord. His screen was still moving like he was talking but no words came out. A wide sadistic smile spread as I laughed at him.

“Finally! No more shots back and now you have to fucking listen to be you ignorant dick!” I grabbed his arms and shoved him down onto the couch, pinning his arms down as I sat on his lap. He was trapped underneath me as I glared into his furious face. I knew he was cussing me out but I really didn’t care. 

“You need to stop being at Valentino’s every call. He needs to be kicked out or I’m out.” Vox stopped lashing from underneath me, completely stilling and looking at me with shock and an underlining of fear. It pulled at my heart seeing him genuinely scared to lose me. I let go of his arms, knowing he was going to finally listen to me. Those blue claws drifted up my arm and traced shapes on my back before shifting to holding my face carefully. This was the tender and loving Vox I missed so much. I held his one hand over my cheek as the other held my hip, tightly. He was scared I was leaving anyway and I could see it in his eyes. 

“I have been trying to tell you this whole time we have been together, Vox. Val reminds me too much of the relationships I had alive. All the abuse, the violence, the-” My voice broke as I thought of everything all those men have stolen from me. The only satisfaction I have over those moments was how I killed them back before I died. Vox swiped a tear that started to slide down my face. His eyes bounced between mine. He didn’t bother to try and talk, just kept tracing those shapes on my hip now. 

“I just can’t do it anymore, baby. Please, choose me for once. Please.” My voice croaked at the last please. I plugged his audio in, desperate for that comforting and willing to kill anyone for me man that caught my attention my first week in hell. He immediately pulled me into a hug, cradling my body in his arms as he hushed my quiet cries. He was repeatedly apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, doll face. I promise he will be gone from this building by tomorrow. We can just sit in our room till he’s gone. I promise, I will have the crew remove him and everything that reminds you of him. Oh baby doll, I’m so sorry.” He was rocking me in his arms, nuzzling his staticy face onto mine. The room felt more sadly comforting as I remembered everything that happened when I was alive, finally crying it all out to Vox. He sat mostly silent, except for his occasional comforting words. I told him everything that happened when I was with each man, listing names with their actions as Vox was taking notes on their names. Then I got to my dad, which bothered Vox even more as he listened. His hands tightened on me, pulling me tighter into his cradling hold. His whole body was wrapped around mine at this point as he mumbled, “Go ahead and cry little girl. And if you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do.” He smiled gently at me as he held me. The room darkened slightly, only hearing the static sound of his heart beating where I laid my head on his chest. 

“Promise me one thing, baby?” I hummed back, sniffling also as I wiped my eyes.

“Promise me you won’t try to leave me again? I know it was just an ultimatum, but I could never deal with you leaving. It would ruin me faster than a magnet to my screen.” He chuckled at his hopeful attempt to make me smile, which succeeded. 

“I promise.”

(As always, characters belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. Been in a slight writers block and trying to get outta it lol. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day<3)

[queenofmistresses]

subby velvette… she’s getting ready, or trying to, and gets really frustrated n just hates everything she tries on until she’s crying and worked up so reader comforts her and coddles her… then absolutely brutally fucks the thoughts out of her head til she’s dumb and ditzy n no longer caring about her outfit please please please n lots of dumbification cause it’s cute <333

Late night writing with no previous thoughts about it? Would you have it any other way babes? Hope you like it 😚 i tried to be mean but it’s not my strength

A/n everything they do has previous been established as okay in the relationship and everything is completely consensual. That being said- warnings: dumbification, reader slaps velvette, umm that’s all I can really think of. Not proofread!

Watching Velvette do this incessant routine every morning was honestly exhausting. Every morning she spends an hour deciding what to wear and always thinks she looks awful in all of them. She doesn’t. She looks fucking hot in all of them. And then eventually she settles on something and gets on with her work.

For some reason though, it seems to be taking a lot longer to get to that last step than usual. Her entire wardrobe is on the floor, and that’s impressive considering the size of her wardrobe. I watch her rip the last dress off and collapse on the floor as choked sobs suddenly come out of her.

I sigh and walk over to her softly, sitting on the floor next to her and pulling her onto my lap with ease. Her entire body curls into me, like she wants to be as close as she possibly can. I hold her close by the waist and stroke her hair with my other hand, letting her sob into my shoulder. It’s unusual for Vel to break down like this, this has obviously been building up for a while, with all of the stress Vox has been causing with Alastor back and Val being his usual dick self I can’t say I’m that surprised.

“Why do I look so fucking awful in everything I wear?” As she says it I realise exactly what she needs to get over this. I tug on her hair slightly, getting her to sit back slightly to look at me.

“You want my complete honesty here sweetheart?” I ask as kindly as I can. Seeing her stare up at me and nod, I smile. “You don’t look awful, you look gorgeous. But you have too much going on right now, and you’re far too dumb to handle all of it! So your stupid little brain is telling you that you look bad to try and avoid leaving to do your work.” Yes some of that is bullshit, she’s a fucking genius, but where’s the fun in that? I much prefer her dumb and stupid for me.

She sniffs and then blinks, the crying seems to have taken it out of her a bit. “You think?” She asks, and there’s an almost innocence in the way she does and it only spurs me on further.

“I know.” I correct, “You do a great job of pretending to be smart but we both know it’s not the truth. You can’t function on your own, I mean look at you! You can’t even get dressed without needing me to dry your tears.” I stroke her cheek gently before holding her chin to make sure she’s looking at me. “Quite frankly it’s pathetic how much you need me, fucking co-dependent. You’re lucky I’m so good to you.”

Apparently I made the right call, because the next thing I know she’s sat up and straddling me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders with an excited look on her face. “Uh huh you’re right mommy, I need you so fucking bad-”

I press my thumb against her lip, effectively shutting her up, and she opens her mouth, letting my thumb press against her tongue as she sucks on it. “Uh uh,” I chastise, “No more swearing for you.” She nods frantically as I press my thumb further into her mouth, watching as she practically drools over it.

I slowly pull my thumb out letting her talk again- though she doesn’t seem too pleased at the lack of something in her mouth. “Please mommy, I want you to take care of me please, I can’t do it anymore. Just want to let you take over.”

I know that a part of her actually means it, it’s not just an in the moment thing for her anymore, she really can’t handle it for much longer. And if what she wants is for me to take over her life for her, then I’m more than happy to, but that’s a discussion for another time.

“Don’t you worry my little princess, mommy’s gonna take care of everything from now on. All you need to worry about is being dumb and pretty, and letting mommy use you, okay?” She nods again, “Words baby.”

“Yes mommy, please.” She’s grinding on my lap now, her beautiful tits bouncing in my face from where she’s just wearing a bra and panties. It’s such a pretty sight, but it can only get better. I reach behind her with one hand and unclasp her bra, pulling it off her and watching her tits bounce even more. She lets out a sigh and just grinds against me even more, I know it won’t be long until she gets tired of this and needs me to take over, but it’s so pretty I let her keep trying to get herself off on me.

When I feel her slowing down, I stand up and take her with me, her legs quickly wrapping around me as she stops moving, “I didn’t say you could stop.” I look at her, raising my eyebrows as I can practically see her cheeks heat up as she nods and attempts to keep grinding against me. I can tell how humiliating it must be, especially as I can see her struggling, but I can also see how much she’s enjoying being humiliated like this. I carry her to the bedroom and lie her down on the bed, but she stays gripping onto me, desperately trying to get off on me. It’s cute. I pull her off me despite her whines of protest and begin to strip down, and get my strap on. She stops complaining once she sees that.

“You’re such a fucking whore princess aren’t you?” I tease as I bring myself onto the bed and play with her nipples, making her moan as she nods just barely. “Enjoying me telling you how fucking stupid you are? I know how much you love it when mommy takes control but this is pitiful. You’re such a needy bitch.” She practically groans at this.

I lie her down beneath me, pressing a hard kiss against her lips before trailing down to her neck. I slowly bring my hand down her body, making sure to pay attention to every part of her before my hand reaches her core. I slowly start teasing her clit, letting her close her eyes as her head leans back against the mattress, and I start to go faster.

She’s so needy it doesn’t take long to bring her close to the edge. “You better fucking ask before you cum you slut.” I practically spit at her, slowing down my assault on her swollen clit.

“Please, mommy please.” She tries but I don’t let her get away with it.

I slap her, not hard enough to leave anything permanent but the bright mark on her face is definitely hot. “That was pathetic, you ask properly or I leave you here to deal with yourself alone, is that what you want bitch?”

She starts to shake her head but quickly catches herself, “No mommy I-I don’t.” She swallows, “Please can I cum mommy? Please?” When I don’t immediately respond she quickly starts begging more, “Please mommy I’ll do anything, just wanna cum please, I’ve been so good.”

“Aw I suppose you have, haven’t you?” I rub my fingers faster against her clit watch her lose all trail of thought as she gets to the brink again and just as I can see she’s about to topple over I stop completely. “But I want you to cum on my cock baby.”

She pleads in desperation, a series of ‘please mommy’ and ‘was so close mommy’ chants leaving her pretty mouth. As she keeps talking I slide in 2 of my fingers to her mouth and watch as she starts to suck on them dutifully without a thought. I could watch that show for a very long time, but I’m in the middle of something.

I grab the lube from our side table and lather it on, making sure she won’t get actually hurt. Then I line my cock up with her pretty hole, watching it clench around nothing before I push myself inside with ease. Once I’ve given her a moment to get used to it, I pull out almost completely and slam back into her as she groans against my fingers.

As I set a fast rhythm in and out of her, I keep reminding her just how much of a slut she looks like, just how pathetic it is that she lets me do this to her.

This time when she gets to the edge I do let her cum, and fuck does she cum. When I pull out her legs are shaking and she looks so spaced out that I’d be surprised if she could form a sentence.

I clean her up with a towel and smile as she giggles at the feeling, then I lie down next to her and pull her into me, covering us in blankets and pressing a kiss to her as she dozes off

[simplydannie]

Velvet has made choices that now have her, her brother, and their new ally, Apollo, facing death at the outer ridge of Under Rageous called the Edge….

….that is until a certain someone comes in… and sacrifices himself for the twins…

(Not canon events but interesting AU to my AU lol)

“LET US GO!”

Velvet kicked and screamed as the Under Rageons held her captive. They had driven them to the Edge…. The edge of Under Rageous where a large fault lay, it fell forever into an eternal void, and eternal abyss…. No one knew what lay at the bottom… just a black void.

The Under Rageons pulled Velvet out of the car first. Followed by her brother, then the Strobe, Apollo…. The traitor.

“Déjame ir, cabron!” The Strobe muttered in Spanish. All three had their hands tied behind their back as they lead them close and closer to the edge of the fault.

“You don’t have the right to say anything anymore, puto.” A Strobe grasped Apollo by his hair and pushed him forward, causing him to stumble to the ground, “You failed. You said you were gonna bring the brats to us… but what did you decide to do…. Side with them instead. Do some flirting am I right.” He winked at Apollo, glancing towards the young female Succubi.

“Leave him alone!” Velvet cried out.

“Yeah. Yeah. We’ll leave him alone alright. Along with all you three… at the bottom of the Edge. Move it.” Pointing their guns the guided the three closer and closer. Veneer stood his ground in between the guns and his sister…

“Why are you punishing her? She did what you wanted. She got to you the resources. Let her go!” He stared down the Under Rageons surrounding them…. He hoped they couldn’t see him buckling at his knees… he was terrified, but having Velvet walk out of here alive was his one and only goal.

“Yeah. She did. Then she double crossed. Which in the line of the cartel…. Is a sin that needs to be punished.” The Rageon clicked his gun.

“Cool it! I’m the one who betrayed you. Not her. And not him. Deal with me.” Apollos spoke up standing in front of Veneer and Velvet.

“…. What…. No.” Velvet murmured.

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll make sure to make you pay. Now stand in a line. NOW!”

“LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE! BASTARD!” Veneer flared as the yanked Velvet away from him.

“Oh, little puppy has a bark guys!” They all laughed.

They pushed and pulled them standing in a row at the edge of the fault. They faced the Edge, looking down at the dark void that awaited them at the bottom…. This was there end. Veneer looked at his sister…

“…Run…” He whispered to her, “Run once you get the chance, okay, Vels. I’ll give you time.”

She shot a glare at him, “What? And leave you behind?! No.” He could see the tears beginning to sting her eyes, “This….This is my fault…”

“…No it’s not, carina.” She heard Apollo say, “….We all screwed up…Especially me. You two run. I can hold them off long enough I think.” He winked at Velvet.

“No!….I’m not leaving you either…” She murmured.

“…Vels, please…” Veneer begged…They could hear the gun click as the Under Rageons prepared to fire, “…Please run…”

“ENOUGH!” A loud familiar, deep voice emerged from behind them. They all turned…the twins heart sank: it was their dad. “….Let them go. Let them all go.”

Vaughn demanded. All the Under Rageons around were the ones with guns, Vaughn was not armed, yet, they all trembled at his presence…

“Let. Them. Go.” He demanded again.

“No, no, no. That’s an option, mi amigo.” Another voice emerged. Making his way down through his goons was Eros, the Strobe mafia leader… Vaughns rival… no one hated Vaughn more than him, and Mistress of course. “Your daughter double crossed my cartel. That’s a big no no. So, she has to pay. Along with the rest of her little gang.”

Vaughn turned to face his daughter, “Dad…. I’m…. I’m sorry okay. I just…. I was desperate… so wanted to be my own person, prove I can make my own choices…. I didn’t…. I didn’t mean for any of this… especially bringing Veneer into this…. I’m….. I’m sorry.” Tears strolled down her cheeks as she looked her father in the eyes. What did she right now? A hug…. She wants to run into her father’s like she had so many times, and finally just embrace him.

“You’re willing to kill your own son?” Vaughn turned back to Eros.

“Not much of a son really. Double crossed me in order to help your brats.” Eros spat, “Now if you excuse me. I have some death wishes to grant.” He singled for his men to prepare to fire. Hesitantly they brought up their guns as they carefully eyed Vaughn.

Veneer took his place in front of his sister again, hoping he’d take most of the hits… Apollo stood his ground next to him as well.

“You got balls, amigo.” He smiled at Veneer.

“Thanks? I think?”

“It’s a compliment. Hermano to hermano .”

“Oh! Well, thanks!” Veneer beamed at the Strobe.

The guns clicked, but Vaughn spoke again, “…. Appeal.”

“Wait!” Eros stopped, “what did you say?” An evil grin coming to his face.

“Appeal. You know what that means. You know the code.”

“Oh I do! You not trying to play tricks are you, take me for a fool?”

“No. I came here alone, unarmed….I appeal.” Vaughn swallowed the lump in his throat. Eros smirked. With a single gesture of his hand his guards removed the three Rageons from the ledge.

“What? What does that mean? Dad, what does that mean?” Veneer demanded as he struggled against their grasped, “what does that mean?!”

One guard went over to Vaughn, afraid to touch him, he simply gestured for Vaughn to move closer to the edge, “…. Hey! Hey what gives!? Dad!? What gives?” Veneer called out again, tears falling down his face.

“….Im sorry…. It’s the only way I can protect you. Both of you…. You’re survivors… I know you got this.” He looked at both his children with the most sincere look…. The look of a father.

“…..Daddy….” Velvet murmured, a pitch coming to her voice as she tried to fight back the tears, “I’m sorry. We’ll figure this out okay. Just come away from the ledge. We’ll figure it out.” She spoke, her voice shaking as she began to cry.

“…. Look away sweetheart.”

“No! Daddy please! Please! Please no!” She cried, trying to pull herself free to run to her father, “Daddy please!”

“….. I love you….. both of you… so much…”

BANG!

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the fault… within moments their father was gone…. His body being sent down to the abyss.

“NO!” They both cried as they ran to the ledge. Apollo was quick at their heels. He grasped Veneer by the wrist as he fell to his knees, reaching over the ledge, crying out for his father. He was able to grasp Velvet by her arm.

“Let go! Let go!” She cried clawing at his hands

“I’m sorry…. I’m so, so sorry…” The Strobe murmured, tears forming in his own eyes.

“Let go!!! I need to get him!” She cried at the tops of her lungs.

“We need to make sure he’s okay! Let go!” Veneer began pulling his wrist away.

“…. He’s gone…. I’m so sorry….. but he’s gone…” Apollo closed his eyes as the twins let out the most gut wrenching cries he’d ever hear. Velvet fell into his arms, Veneer fell to his own knees.

Laughter approached. Eros went over to peak over the ledge. He spat at the abyss below, “If I knew this is what it would take for him to surrender so calmly I would’ve done this along time ago!!! Finally, the unde city is mine! Mine!!” He turned to his goons, “I just killed Vaughn Montegue once and for all!…. Get their asses tied up and back in the car!”

They went over to the three Rageons. The twins struggled against them still crying, still yelling for their father at the top of their lungs…..

Behind the thicket near the edge, small eyes watched as everything unraveled…

The small gasps and cries.

“…. Oh my god….” Poppy’s voice murmured.

“….. they….. they killed their dad…. Right in front of them.” Branches small voice echoed out. Her turned to face his brother next to him, “He knew…. He knew this would happen, wouldn’t he….”

Floyd stood silent. His head hung low….

“Take care of them for me. Be the father they always deserved….” Vaughns voice echoed through his skull. Yes…. The older Rageon knew what was to happen… to save his children… he sacrificed himself…Floyd wiped the tear that fell from his eye… his heart shattering into two.

“…. He’s with his wife now…. And my promise to both of them…. Take care of their children.” He looked at Branch and Poppy, “Let’s go save them.”

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Ch 8: Thou hast ravished my heart with thine eyes.

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?

This series is about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst and smut, with sprinkles of fluff.

This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

The party is in full swing. Ban and Astarion’s relationship is redefined.

Read on AO3.

Masterlist.

Ban stepped out of the bedroom, surprised to see the Ascendant right by the door. She had purposefully delayed joining the party, half hoping he’d be too occupied by then to notice her.

She didn’t realize how much she actually consumed his thoughts; didn’t realize that in her absence he hadn’t really found any meaning to the scheming, merely going through the motions.

He offered her his arm, taking a quick, appreciative look at her body. The halter top was a good choice - it showed off well-defined shoulders, and Astarion itched to sink his teeth into the belly of the muscle.

“They’re here,” he said as she linked arms with him. She took a deep breath and he finally realized that she was nervous.

He turned to her, determined. “Whatever happens, Ban, I’m not letting them touch a hair on your head. I promise.”

Astarion knew it to be true. This was one thing both sides of him could agree on - he would let the world burn to keep her safe, himself included if need be.

As they made their way to the ballroom, Ban noticed that he had prepared. He'd summoned more minions than ever before, and various combinations of werewolves, skeletons, and ghasts were stationed at regular intervals. For the first time, his display of power didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. She pressed closer to him, their sides touching as they walked.

They reached the double doors of the ballroom; she squeezed his arm, one final gesture of gratitude and fear. Astarion drank in the moment; he hadn’t felt needed, wanted, or even seen by her of late. Today, he was getting it all, and he found himself being more willing to let his guard down as a result.

“You’ll be okay.” There was no need for pet names, not when it was just him and the only person he’d ever cared about. “We get through this party, and I shall get my reward.”

She laughed, and he felt his heart swell.

“And after that?”

He looked away. He had ideas, but he didn’t think now was the right time to say them.

“We’ll have eternity to figure it out.” A wave of affection came over him, and before he could think too much, he pressed a little kiss to her cheek.

He squeezed her hand, their arms still interlinked. He opened the door, and the Ascendant and his consort entered the ballroom.

Ban spotted the leader of the coven instantly. Human, with cropped raven-black hair and broad, well-built shoulders. In another life, she might have been attracted to the sight. He had two elves with him, both ethereally beautiful and scantily dressed, each draped on an arm.

Compared to them, she was positively masculine. Ban sighed at the thought, brushing it off.

The vampire spotted them and turned, making a beeline for them. Ban felt Astarion straighten up, and so did she.

“Astarion.” The man offered his hand to the Ascendant, and Astarion took it in a quick grasp. He noticed to his displeasure that the other vampire was a good head taller than him.

“Vel Stedez.” Astarion inclined his head in acknowledgement, and then tilted it back so that he was able to look the taller man in the face without craning his neck. He’d always been a master at looking up at someone taller than him while still giving the impression that he was looking down at them, and it proved useful at this moment.

“This is Ban.”

She curtsied, and Vel gave her a bow in return.

“The daywalking consort. I have heard so much about you.” Vel gestured to the ladies beside him. “Enxisys and Miaxisys Flendror - my favoured spawn.”

Ban realized with dawning horror that the two elves were related - possibly even twins. She quickly masked it.

Astarion kissed each of their hands. “Charmed,” he murmured, and both girls tittered. They obviously liked what they saw, eyes hungrily taking in Astarion’s features. The Ascendant returned their gaze with equal, albeit manufactured, intensity, knowing how to play this role far too well.

Vel’s eyes were intense, a maroon so dark it was almost black. He stared at Ban, at the way her dress clung to her body. Her skin crawled at the sensation.

“A unique specimen, for sure,” he told the Ascendant. “I can see why you chased her all the way to Waterdeep.” He turned his gaze to Astarion, and its coldness reminded him so much of Cazador that his hands twitched and he had to stop himself from going for the other vampire’s throat.

“A word of advice, fledgling. That is exactly why you create spawn. Not brides.” He leveled another long, lecherous look at Ban, one that made no pretense about what he was staring at. “Spawn do not go off gallivanting, forcing you to chase after them like a lovesick pup.”

Vel took a step forward with sudden speed, grabbing Ban by the jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. She flinched, and Astarion bared his fangs, his control over his rage hanging by a thread.

“Do be careful, Vel,” he snarled. “It wouldn’t be wise to be rude to your host. Release her.”

Vel gave Astarion a glance, then pointedly ignored him in favor of Ban. “I would so enjoy you, gorgeous. I love it when they fight back, and I can tell you’d be feisty.” Astarion hissed and reached out for Vel’s arm, but before he could make contact, Vel dropped his hand. He eyed Ban head to toe once more, his tone turning rueful. “But alas, your lord has said I cannot borrow you. Such a shame,” he tutted.

Astarion couldn’t stop the exhale of relief that came out of him. He didn’t move, but all he wanted was to wrap his arms around her and take her away from this.

Instead, he tried to redirect. “I don’t like sharing my things,” he drawled, adopting a bored, dispassionate tone. Inside, he was becoming increasingly more panicked. Vel’s interest in Ban was greater than he’d anticipated and he was worried he might not be able to protect her as well as he’d planned. If he couldn’t keep his promise, she’d leave again. He’d never see her, never touch her, she’d never let him win her back. “I find doing so makes them less… pristine. Why, Vel - would you have allowed me to fuck these two lovely ladies, had I asked?”

Vel grinned widely, and Astarion’s heart dropped. In his panicked rush to find a response, he’d bungled it. Shit.

“I would!” The taller man clapped his hands together. “If you would be amenable to a swap after all, I would be most happy to-“

“No.” Astarion couldn’t completely hide the disgust in his tone. “A gracious offer, but as I previously mentioned - I am not looking to share what is mine.”

“So be it,” Vel said coolly, but his eyes shone with malice. “Just a dance with your dear consort, then?” The word consort was said disdainfully, as though Vel thought of the idea of having one absurd.

Before Astarion could answer, Ban made the choice for him. She slipped her hand off Astarion’s arm and raised it, meeting Vel’s outstretched arm. The Ascendant was barely able to mask his fear and worry for her, but he nodded.

“Enxisys. Miaxisys. Keep the Ascendant entertained, will you?”

The twins moved to either side of Astarion. He linked arms with them reluctantly, not seeing much choice in the matter. As Vel took Ban to the dance floor, Astarion sat on his throne, a girl on each leg. He swallowed once, slipping himself into the role that must be played, then briefly reached out to Ban’s mind.

Be careful.

As Ban was swept across the room in a gentle waltz, she glanced over to see Astarion being fed grapes by the twins. She bit back a surge of jealousy, then turned her attention to Vel.

“So. Daywalking,” Vel said, leaning closer to speak above the din of the party, “How do you manage that?”

The truth wouldn’t hurt them. If anything, it could serve to show how powerful Astarion had become and thus discourage any nefarious plots by Vel.

“My Lord extends some of his gifts to me, as a boon,” she said automatically.

The vampire laughed. “And he did so, even when you were in Waterdeep? Don’t deny it. I have reports of you walking in the markets.” He shook his head. “I should have known Cazador’s spawn would be so feeble. The power of the ascension was wasted on him.”

Ban couldn’t help the growl that escaped her at his words.

Vel, emboldened by the idea of Astarion’s impotence, pulled Ban tighter to his body so that they were chest to chest.

“What would Astarion say, hm?” He forcefully pressed Ban against him, his hand moving down to grab her ass and squeeze tightly. The other hand slid to her hip.

She yelped, her mind blanking in fear. She froze, her mind automatically searching for Astarion’s, but before she even made contact she could hear his voice.

“I’d like my wife back, if you don’t mind.” His tone was perfectly level, but his eyes were glinting with barely concealed rage. Enxisys and Miaxisys trailed just behind him, looking disconcerted - he had obviously eluded them in his rush to intervene.

Vel held still for a moment, considering defying Astarion. Then he laughed and with one final squeeze of Ban’s ass, let her go. “Of course.”

She was still frozen, eyes unable to meet Astarion’s. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist. For a moment, he felt a thrum of energy and worried she’d inadvertently put the wards up in her panic, but he was too worried about her to care about it possibly hurting him. Thankfully, his hand settled against her without any resistance and he pulled her against his chest. He held her close, taking a moment to ensure she was alright. Then he glared at Vel.

Vel watched this with amusement. “Wife, Astarion? You really do give your creation too much power. If I may suggest a firmer ha-”

Long fingers wrapped around Vel’s throat, cutting off his words as his feet were lifted several inches off the ground, Astarion dangling the taller man by the neck with no visible effort.

“A firmer hand, you say?” Astarion drawled with sinister delight.

Vel’s face was a picture of confident arrogance, his smile tinged with faint amusement. He reached up to pry the hand from his neck, the arrogant smirk beginning to wane when his strongest effort had no effect whatsoever. Miaxisys and Enxisys gasped, both taking a half-step towards the Ascendant, freezing in place when he turned to give them a look that dared them to try. In the background, a cacophony of growls and hisses reverberated around the room, Astarion’s summons responding to their master’s fury.

A small, strangled noise escaped Vel - more humiliation and bafflement than actual suffocation - and Astarion fixed his gaze on him. “I did warn you not to be rude, Vel.” His hand tightened a fraction, fingernails digging into skin; Vel would have marks for at least a few hours after this encounter. “Now, apologize to my wife.”

Vel huffed in indignation, but the hand around his throat tightened further, and he choked out a quiet “My apologies, Ban,” his eyes burning with loathing… and just the slightest hint of fear.

“One more chance; violate our hospitality again, and you will return to Waterdeep in pieces.”

His countenance cooled almost instantly and he dropped Vel unceremoniously. As the other man caught himself, rubbing his bruised throat, Astarion rearranged his coat, features sliding into a veneer of calm politeness once again.

“Take your time, Vel. Miaxisys, Enxisys - a pleasure having you here.” He gave the spawn a small bow. “Please, enjoy the rest of the night.”

Before Vel could say anything damning, Astarion took Ban away, leading her into the thick of the crowd on the dance floor.

The moment they were in the middle of the crowd, Astarion wrapped both arms around her waist and held her. She buried her head against his chest. He tried to peer at her face.

“Are you okay?” he said, keeping his voice low.

Ban could smell the twins’ perfume on him, but it didn’t bother her. She lifted her head, meeting his gaze, and in that moment she felt as if the ascension had never happened at all - he was here in her moment of need. She nodded, hoping to reassure him.

“I’m fine. He got handsy, but that’s all.” She could see him scanning her face, trying to gauge the truth of her words. Seemingly satisfied, he exhaled.

Ban tapped her temple. Speak here.

I don’t think we’re rid of him yet, unfortunately, Astarion replied. However, with any luck, the other covens won’t want to interfere with a conflict like this. Territorial disputes are one thing - but interfering with someone else’s bride is another matter entirely. He cupped her cheek, his fingers shaking from the intensity of his anger. He hurt you. He made me break my promise. His eyes were soft for a moment more, and then they hardened at the thought of Vel Stedez attempting to take his treasure right under his nose. In the heart of his palace, no less.

That prick, he hissed into her mind. You’re mine. You will only ever be mine. His voice was rough, even over the bond, the wounded pride coming to play. I should have staked him where he stood.

Astarion, Ban murmured, and just his name was almost enough to snap him out of it. Is that all that matters to you? That he tried to take what’s yours?

She looked disappointed. She was hoping he was starting to understand what she wanted from him, and this sounded like a step backwards.

To her immense delight, the Ascendant shook his head, looking away. Possessing her was part of it, of course, but he was more worried about her than anything else. For now, that small gesture was all he had the bravery to manage; speaking the words would make it too real.

Ban knew all too well what that look meant, why Astarion suddenly looked off to the side - he was feeling a little too vulnerable. She decided to give him her understanding in terms that he'd be more willing to accept, knowing words were often difficult for him.

She cupped his face in both hands and before he could react, she kissed his lips. She tried to set the pace of the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth, hoping he’d let her continue the dynamic they had earlier in the day.

He smiled into the kiss, returning it just as eagerly, his tongue finding its way into her mouth in return. When he pulled away, his eyes were shut, his breathing hard and fast. “Have I behaved well enough, now?” he whispered.

She slid her hands from his cheeks to his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart.

He smiled wider at that. “For you,” he murmured. “It only races for you.”

His hands dropped to her ass, and he opened his eyes. Without a word, he slowly led her to his throne. He took a seat and pulled her to his lap, her skirt fanning out over his legs, covering them both. She scooted a little more towards his torso, settling her ass higher up on his thigh. She shifted her weight against his groin, watching his eyes widen and then narrow at her.

“Bad girl,” he growled, a hand coming up to grip her thigh in turn.

“I think we both know you’re not the one barking commands today, Astarion.”

He scowled, but it was soon replaced by an exaggerated sigh. Of course. “If you must,” he said resignedly, pretending that he didn’t feel the bolt of excitement that shot straight to his cock.

As they sat on the throne surveying the party, Ban slipped the hand closest to Astarion beneath her skirt, cupping him through his trousers. He couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath or the way his body jerked up to meet her touch. He was already growing hard, and he felt the familiar urge to fuck her senseless roaring back to life.

“Pretty good party,” she drawled, “I see you managed well even without me.”

The hand on his cock squeezed, and she began to stroke along his now rock-hard length. He fought the urge to buck, one hand clutching the armrest in a viselike grip, the other fisted in Ban’s skirt.

“Ban-” he choked out. More, he thought desperately, longing for there to be nothing between her skin and his. He wanted this. No. He thought he needed this - this new, delicious feeling of letting go, of letting his pleasure take precedence.

She laughed softly, leaning back to whisper against his ear. Her breath tickled the edge, making him shiver. “Say please.”

Astarion considered denying her, but the urge to assert control didn’t stand a chance against the raging inferno of his desire for her. He relented. “Please.” His hips rolled a little, pressing his cock against her hand. The pleasure was immense, and he could feel himself throbbing with need.

“Mm. I think… you can do better than that.” She stopped touching him, drawing her hand away, and the loss of sensation nearly wrested an unbecoming whimper from him.

His cock twitched, straining against the fabric. He shifted his hips and adjusted himself, easing the pressure a little.

His next words were frantic. “Okay. Okay. Ban - please. I want you to touch me.”

She nodded, considering that enough. She found the buttons of his trousers, popping them open and letting him spring free. Astarion exhaled, swallowing down a whine as she wrapped her hand around his cock.

Ban huffed a laugh. “You’re so hard, Astarion, gods.”

Hidden under her skirt and her body covering them from prying eyes, she began to stroke him. She swiped her thumb across his tip, collecting the fresh precum and spreading it as she thumbed circles around his cockhead. She could feel his cock pulsing in her palm and it was a glorious thing, the way he responded to her touch. Try as he might to keep still, his hips still bucked subtly.

Astarion forced his eyes ahead. His grip on the armrest was now painfully tight, and part of him worried he’d crack the wood.

“I’m aching for you too, don’t worry,” Ban whispered, “Imagine, Astarion, if it was my heat taking you right now. Squeezing around you.” She leaned back to watch him struggle, and then licked the tip of his ear.

He couldn’t quite hold this moan in, and it escaped as a small, strangled noise. He desperately needed to rut harder, and he obliged himself a little, rolling his hips at a slightly different angle. He twitched in her grasp, and she smirked as she felt him throb.

“You want to come?” She asked, glancing over at him.

He nodded violently, hands trembling. He had been left wanting all day, since that first little tease, and he felt frenzied, wild, like he might die if he couldn’t have her soon.

“Please.” It grated on him somewhat to say it, but to his surprise and delight he realized he trusted her enough to play along - in fact, he was enjoying it.

“I think not. If you come here, you’ll stain your pretty clothes. Everyone will see. We can’t have that, can we?”

She stopped stroking his cock, and the loss made him ache. He knew she was right, but he was so delirious with need that he considered telling her fuck it and just bending her over in front of the whole party. If not for Vel and his prurient interest in Ban, he would likely do exactly that.

She considered their predicament for a moment, and then smiled. “We could slip away for a quick moment, if that’s what my lord wishes?”

Astarion nodded frantically. All too eager, he quickly reached in to tuck himself back into his trousers. As Ban stood, so did he, and he used her body to hide his raging erection from the crowd. They managed to sneak off to the hallway and into their bedroom; Astarion snapped the door shut.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, all pretense gone. But she only laughed.

“So impatient,” she teased.

He growled, a little of his usual arrogance coming through as he crowded her against a wall. His hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“I know you want to,” he said, in between kisses to her lips and throat. “I know you’re wet for me, darling, just as I ache for you. I know you want my come inside you. So how about I give it to you?”

Ban felt her core contract at his words, aching to be filled.

Astarion released her wrists to ruck her skirt up, but she stopped him.

“I didn’t say you could.”

For the first time, it didn’t even cross his mind to fight her, the usual sting of his pride being forced down entirely absent. In that moment, he realized why allowing her dominion over him felt so right. When she took control, she was fully present - there was no resignation or absence in her. She actively chose every kiss, every caress, every drop of pleasure she bestowed upon him. In this, he found a fierce joy; there was no room for arrogance or pride. Instead, there was only the throbbing need in his cock and her sheer closeness. He could smell her arousal mingling with his own, and the heady scent - one he thought he’d never get to enjoy again - almost drove him insane.

“Please, Ban,” he whimpered, and it was the easiest those words have ever left his lips. “I’m begging you. Fuck me. Ride me.” He ground against her, feeling her moist heat through his trousers.

Any further words were lost as she kissed him again, her hands lifting her skirt to reveal her glistening mound. He reached for her with his free hand, his thumb finding her clit and tracing circles around it without breaking the kiss. The other hand eagerly cupped her breast, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. He found her already soaking wet, her entrance slick and warm and so ready for him. His hips ground against her erratically, his cock absolutely begging for friction, rhythm be damned.

“Astarion,” she warned, “You don’t need to. Just let me give you pleasure for once. That’s it. Nothing else.”

He was uneasy about that. For two hundred years, sex had been a performance, sometimes a torturous one. There had been scores of cruel lovers, who had enjoyed bringing him to the brink and then refusing him relief. His body had responded against his will, and the need had always been fiery and desperate and painful, all the same. With her, especially before the ascension, he had slowly been learning to enjoy himself in the moment, learning to trust that she’d give him what he wanted - what he needed. However, that had been quite some time ago. Whenever they’d made love in the last few months, it had felt like she was going through the motions, and that had made him resort to his old tricks to elicit some kind of response.

But he rediscovered a truth he’d always known before and had forgotten since his ascension. He could trust her. He didn’t have to perform for her. Ever. He merely had to be real.

“I want to,” he murmured, “I want to make you come. And then I want you to ride me.” He met her gaze. “Please let me.”

She nodded. Astarion smiled, and then fell to his knees in front of her. As his deft hands worked to undo his trousers and free his aching cock, he buried his face in her sex. His left hand spread her open and his tongue swiped at her engorged clit, then lapped at her entrance.

Delicious.

His right hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself fast and hard. He squeezed lightly as he did, his hips pistoning as he fucked his hand, desperately chasing his release.

Ban looked down to see him buried nose deep in her groin, tongue fucking her, his thumb rubbing her clit while he touched himself. His ass clenched with every frantic thrust. She threaded her fingers through his hair, but didn’t pull.

“Astarion. Don’t come like that. You know where I want it.” Where we both want it.

He backed off enough to meet her gaze, and the sight of his chin and mouth coated in her wetness made her groan.

“I know.” The smirks and the arrogance were gone; all that was left was Astarion and his blinding devotion to her. “I won’t come until you tell me to, and I’ll do it where you want me to.”

Absolute trust. It was entirely novel to the Ascendant, but it felt right.

Ban smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. “Good.”

With that, Astarion resumed his work, his lips wrapping around her clit. He sucked, his tongue flicking against her flesh. He let go of his cock to grip her hip, pressing her closer to him and urging her to fuck his mouth.

She obliged, hips gliding as she rubbed against his tongue and lips. He could feel his cock aching, begging for something - anything, but that didn’t matter much right now. All he could think about was how she tasted, how she ground herself against his face, how her hand fisted in his curls. He gently, carefully pressed a fang against her clit, dragging it along the surface, holding her hips still as she writhed with the sensation.

That alone almost brought her to her peak; she released her grip on Astarion's hair, covering her mouth to stifle her moans.

Astarion, sensing how close she was, flattened his tongue and continued to lap at her entrance and the bottom of her clit, while his thumb slid over the top, rubbing faster and faster. The twitching of his neglected cock was barely an afterthought; he knew his own release would soon follow.

Ban moaned his name as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her knees buckling. His name was a fervent prayer from her lips, a worshipful sound that never failed to go straight to Astarion’s cock. He held her up throughout, his tongue and thumb still working until she squirmed from overstimulation.

He gave her one last lick from entrance to clit and then pulled away, making a show of licking his fangs and lips as he met her gaze.

“May I?” He asked.

She nodded. “Yes, you may. I'd ride you, but I think we're too far gone for that. Fuck me. Take your pleasure from me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Astarion stood, hand pumping his cock as he lined himself up with Ban’s entrance. Without further delay, he buried himself to the hilt, sliding home with no resistance. She was slick and warm and perfect. He groaned, pressing their foreheads together; he had been dreaming of this for so long.

Ban could smell herself on his breath, and she leaned in to kiss him as he began to fuck her. This time, there was no performance from either of them. Astarion’s hips thrust of their own accord, and they did not roll like they usually did when he wanted to make her come. Instead he pumped in and out, hips pistoning at a punishing pace. He gripped her ass with both hands, pressing her closer to him, burying himself as deeply as he could with every thrust.

Their tongues tangled in a mess of breaths and moans, and Astarion could feel his balls tightening as he approached his climax. Good - so good, having her here, taking her, sinking my cock deep inside her heat, where it belongs, has always belonged. More, he thought, more and more forever because I want and need and miss you so much.

Ban placed a hand on his chest, feeling the roaring thunder of his heart, tongue finding a fang and pressing on it until she drew blood. He whined at the taste, eagerly lapping at it, and she smiled.

“Come for me, Astarion.”

Even in this, especially in this, the Ascendant obeyed without thought. Her command pushed him over the edge into an ecstasy beyond description. As he came, he moaned into her mouth, his hips spasming in jittery thrusts and grinds as he lost all control. He felt the overwhelming sensation of release as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his come, and for the first time in months, he wasn’t coming into emptiness. There was warmth, and tightness, and closeness. There was her. It was so exquisite his eyes closed against the overwhelming joy and pleasure.

For several moments neither of them moved, clinging to one another while they caught their breath. As the world came back into focus he slowly pulled out of Ban, looking down and watching as his cock emerged, coated in his come and her wetness. She looked down as well, smiling.

“Won’t do to have that mess in your trousers for the rest of the night,” she teased, kneeling down to lick every inch of his cock clean. The sensation was intense, almost too much, and his hand gripped her shoulder tightly as she cleaned him.

She gave him one last, hard suck, earning her a loud groan, before standing back up. He fixed her with an unsteady, almost stunned gaze as he tucked himself back into his trousers and fixed his clothes.

“I want to try again, Ban.” The words slipped out earnestly and without hesitation. He had been considering how to broach this topic all day, vacillating between grand gestures and a long prepared speech. In the end, after all this, he felt this was the best way to do it. The way she always seemed to want him - sincere. Real.

Ban stared at him in shock, contemplating saying no. There was too much baggage, no matter how fantastic the sex was. But she could see that he was closer to his old self than he’d ever been. Not exactly the same - but almost. He’d protected her out of love, allowed her to take charge, trusted her to do right by him, and had now taken the next logical step.

He was handing her his heart, just as he had when he’d first confessed his feelings to her.

“If that’s what you want,” Ban murmured, caressing his cheek. His face was still damp with sweat and slick, and she traced some of the wetness on his lips. He parted them to suck her finger, a coy smile crossing his features.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He knew there was work to be done. There was still the party to attend to. There were things to make amends for and things to prove. He had to get over his pride and relearn letting his walls down, if only for her. It might prove impossible, but he intended to try.

But for now? This was enough.

[marwolaeth-76]

Hii!!

Can I request a one-shot with veneer and velvet from trolls 3 x fem reader, Where the reader is their childhood bestie and she bails both of them from jail and they’re both like hella whiny and complaining to the reader how bad jail was and the reader just teases them about it!

(It’s fine if you can’t do it!) 💗

Hi!! Thank you for your request! I enjoyed writing this, I hope it satisfies your request!🩷

Velvet & Veneer x fem!reader release from prison

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You are a childhood friend of the star twins. You grew up in the same suburb as them. In the next house, so you were neighbors. Going to the same school, and how to say, making up a small company of the 3 of you, you became very attached to these two blockheads. After Velvet expressed the idea that she wanted to become famous, you supported her, everything was going well, until the moment you found out that they want to build a career as singers! You, like no one else, knew very well that they sang disgustingly. But, Veneer convinced you that they will practice, and everything will work out. Seeing their breathtaking performances on stage and their performance, you did not believe them, and decided to break off your friendship with them, although it hurt you. You heard their songs from literally every teapot, you were pretty tired of it. And so, after a disastrous performance, after the terrible secret of their popularity became known to all Mount Rageons, the twins were taken into custody. Of course, the first couple of days in prison weren’t so bad, at least for Veneer... as a result, you received a call on your phone, it’s surprising that Velvet called you and not her parents. Damn it, it was you who paid the deposit for them too. “Ugh! prison is just disgusting! They literally fed us slop and gave us some rags, calling them clothes! They treated me like I was some kind of animal in a cage without freedom!“ Velvet's screams rang loudly as the girl actively gesticulated and recounted all the details of her imprisonment with disgust. Veneer, in turn, walked quietly, saying nothing, only sighing occasionally. “It’s all your fault!” - After these words, Velvet slapped Veneer in the face and continued “Who asked you to say anything at all?! I don't think I asked! Because of you, we lost everything! Fame, money, fans, our influence! Are you satisfied now? Mister Justice!?“ Her screams turn almost into hysterical screams, Veneer accepts the slap in the face, but then slowly frowns the more she thinks. "so what? all this was not ours, it was not our merits and we got what we deserved. everything was your plan from the beginning, I initially thought it was terrible." After these words, one would think that Velvet would attack and strangle her brother, but then you intervened in the conversation. “Well Vel, but now you know what it was like for Floyd when you kept him in the bank, absolutely the same as you in prison, maybe even worse... you didn’t have to constantly listen to two huge idiots)” You nodded approvingly to Veneer, trying to hide your little giggles, seeing how Veneer looks away in shame and Velvet blushes with anger, you realize that you really missed these two upstarts.

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I'm ashamed that it didn't wrote out as much as I wanted😢

[storm-angel989]

Hi! May I request a part 2 of Val’s daughter being invited to Alastor’s daughter’s birthday party? I have a feeling the other Vees feel it’s unnecessary for reader to change school over this rivalry, and Val might even encourage his daughter to be a genuine friend to Al’s little fawn🥰 (much to Vox annoyance lol) idk I just see Alastor, Val and Vel willing to put aside the rivalry for their children’s happiness. Sorry if this is a lot, I just can’t help but imagine the two girls growing up together and becoming close, no matter how much Vox hates it!😅😂

Hi friend,

Peek the below! I didn’t go as deep into the story as you did, but I did write the next part that made sense! I can go longer if you’d like- just request a part three!

<3 Mandy

Vox sat at the conference table as his sharks swam by. In one hand, he held a drink. In the other, he balanced his niece, snuggled against his chest, sound asleep. 

“Looks like someone had a good time,” Valentino said as he entered the room. He bent over and reached his arms out towards his daughter. “Give me my baby.”

“Fuck you, she’s sleeping. I’m enjoying the first hour of silence I’ve had this weekend,” Vox grumbled as he placed his arm around the child protective. “Don’t touch.”

“Aww,” Valentino teased as he slid into his seat. “You’re so…”

“Fuck off,” Vox interupted. “Where’s Velvette?”

“Calm down V, I’m right here,” Velvette said as she hopped into her chair. “Go ahead. What’s so important that we had to meet up before we unpack?”

“I don’t know if either of you understand the importance of what happened this weekend, but not only is Alastor back, he has a daughter. One who’s in the same class as Reader. Now, I think we should pull her from her school and change…”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Valentino interrupted. “Killing Alastor is your kink. We support and give you power, but I draw the line at changing schools. Her education is more important than some centuries old feud and she’s been on that waitlist since before she was born.” 

“I agree,” Velvette said slowly. “I don’t think Alastor will go after her anymore than you would his daughter. The battle is between you two, no one else. Now, I’m not suggesting she attend unsupervised playdates. But it could be in our best interest to let this one play out.”

Vox couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  He could feel his circuits start to twitch and it was only the weight of his niece snuggled safely in his arms that kept his temper under control. 

“You can’t be serious. Val?” Vox snarled. “Are both of you…”

Valentino stood up. Without asking, he lifted his daughter from Vox’s arms and turned away. 

“Like I said V, killing Alastor is your kink. Keep my daughter out of it,” Valentino said softly as he rocked his daughter. “It’s the best way to keep her safe. Besides, pulling her from the school sends the message that she’s a target. That we’re overly protective of her. You did the best thing you could have done to keep her safe by attending that party. If I was you, I’d make it a point to be at parent teacher night. Show him you’re not afraid.” 

At that, Vox couldn’t argue. He slumped into his seat as he watched the other V’s leave the conference room. The door slammed shut, leaving him behind in an empty room. Dejected, he stood up and turned towards his shark tanks. As Vark swam past, Vox let out a sigh. 

He hoped Valentino was right.