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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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HIIIIII I'M BACK, my phone was broken for a few days and even when it was fixed I had no inspo for ideas on asks... BUBUBUBUBUT I'M BACK AND I GOT AN IDEAAAA

I've been losing interest in kny recently so I think I'll go along with Hazbin Hotel!!

Hear me out so much, Husk, Cherri, or Vox with reader who does ballet... I do ballet myself and that shit is soohohohoho fucking awesome and painful at the same time, like doing a split while doing a backbend too, not even like a half assed split no no no no no. A perfectly aligned split. I've had so much moments where I thought my legs would just... *pop* like a doll's. BUT ENOUGH OF MY RANTING.

remember to take breaks and drink enough water, you don't have to rush anything. take good care of yourself, make sure you have healthy habits and treat yourself to something today, like going out to a great restaurant! idk but just make sure you treat yourself to something nice today, Chiharu :3

here's terribly deformed Charlie bringing you chocolate milk :3

Haha! I have that EXACT SAME picture! I love terribly deformed Charlie bringing me chocolate milk every Wednesday. Thanks, Lottie! You know Husk’s response to our flexibility is a resounding ‘what the fuck’ and this is my first time ever trying out Cherri! And hey, I won’t write Cherri or Vox, I’ll write both!

Husk

Husk is a sweetheart when it comes to being your boyfriend, trust me. He’s caring, he may be a bit rough with his advice but he only does so in order to protect you. He’s skilled with people and he is happy to help comfort you. His patience is high… but even Husk himself is anxious at getting to see your beloved hobby

Ballet. Well, Husk isn’t against it. He always thought it was such an old hobby. That ballet dancers don’t really exist anymore but then again, he won’t express his thoughts outloud and he gives you thumbs up when watching your practices. It’s very impressive and he isn’t against being at every single practice to performance

You know Husk is freaked out by how flexible you are. Back bends whilst doing full on splits. Satan’s fuck, he is cringing at how a human body can do that but at the same time, he’s so impressed that he just can’t bring himself to hate what he is looking at

Husk is in complete and utter awe when he can review your practice performances. Ballet may be a bit disturbing to him, due to how much it stretches the body’s limits, but it’s also so beautiful, graceful and majestic

Husk can’t pull his eyes off you and he falls into a deep state of enamour. You’re so beautiful, even more than you already are, as you dance. He couldn’t even believe it was possible

Husk is quite protective over you, like I said before, so when you land on your ankle badly, he is rushing onto the stage to check it and carry you out to make sure you’ll heal well. He won’t let you practice or stretch or practice your flexibility until you are doing better

“Honeypot. You will win this dance, I know you will. You’ve done training for years and you look incredible as you dance. Yes, I will be there in the crowd”

Cherri Bomb

Cherri Bomb is an energetic, supportive and joyful girlfriend. One that doesn’t mind getting a bit destructive and carefree with her partner and encouraging them to have more fun with her but has a soft spot. Of course, however, you know she will take your hobby seriously and help you or watch you for you, it’s actually fun to her as well

Cherri actually finds your ballet passion ‘precious and cute’. Something she is all for since it’s such a simple, innocent, harmless favourite activity. She likes making bombs to make things explode, you love to explode the competition and grace the dancefloor stage with your beauty and poise

Cherri may seem like she isn’t much of a dancer, maybe more of a rapper but seriously, she actually is and it’s canon that she is a very skilled dancer so there is no doubt that she is either passing down her own skills in dancing, training you more or dancing with you. She will dance ballet with you and practice two-dancer ballet with you

Cherri will blow up a hole in the wall at your practice ballrooms or your performance ballrooms to make it and she refuses to let anybody else try take care of you if you’re hurt so suspect her to get into a fight, in a crime of protective passion. She wants you happy and safe, she’ll fight for that

Cherri is actually quite fine with how flexible you are and how your warm-up stretching can really stretch out your limbs. The way you lift your leg up until it’s completely vertical and both your pelvis and the underneath of your thigh is visible. She is impressed and asks if you can teach her how to be so flexible. She isn’t as disturbed as the other two, she likes it

Cherri, just like Husk and Vox, falls into a complete and utter admiration at being able to watch you perform and dance. The soothing gentle music has her head dancing as well and her single eye basically widening, she’s more in love now then ever

“Hey-ya, bubblegum. Did’ya have fun on ‘dat stage? I had fun recordin’ it! You looked amazin’, you’ll win this tournament. No problem! Of course, babe, I’ll be in the front row!”

Vox

Vox is a busy man and can be a bit arrogant at times, but he is actually quite a good boyfriend. He gives off good advice and support, he is protective with his power and he is the type to spoil his lover. When he is around, he’d doting, he’s a bit overbearing but because he cares and he makes sure you’ll always feel loved and comfortable with him

Vox is actually quite supportive but he is the voice of reason. He won’t tolerate you overdoing yourself in your precious little hobby, he will encourage to dance ballet but if you go too far, he will step in and correct your behaviours. However, that doesn’t often happen so you can dance all you want at the big practice ballroom he hired out for you and/or dancing with you

Vox isn’t sure how to feel about seeing how flexible you are… it’s pretty hot but at the same time, it’s disturbing. You’re on the floor and you’re stretching your pushed-back leg over your back so much that you’re almost in a wheel-shape with your body. He’s amazed, he is already cheering you on, he’s recording it to brag about he can’t help but feel aroused

Vox, everytime he attends your passionate hobby’s practice and performance events, records it on his phone or on his own face so he can both watch it back to admire you and to show the other Vees that he is the boyfriend of the best ballet dancer in Hell. He sometimes forgets to record it since you look so… incredible

Vox is protective, extremely protective. You’re smaller, you’re weaker. You’re less wealthy and less well off. You require constant guarding to ensure you’ll be able to make it to the next day. If you even slightly land on your ankle awkwardly, he is stomping up to the stage and taking you away so he can check up on you

You know Vox almost drops the camera he is using to record you every professional dance on the stage and he can’t stop thinking about how unbelievably beautiful you look, how you’re as silly and velvety like a swan with your every spin and flex. He takes a few seconds to snap out of his awe over you

“Come now, sweetheart. You’ve done more than enough, that dance can again-kill everybody in this room and you made all those amateurs look pathetic. I want to reward you for this. Don’t you worry, I’ll be at the final performance“

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storm-angel989 · 5 months

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Can I request a girl dad Vox where his teenage daughter is going through her emo phase. at the same time going through puberty, and she's just at that stage where she's like "I hate you all" and it really hurts Vox because she's always been her little girl and maybe it ends with them making up and just being goofy like watching her favorite movies. Like super daddy's girl esk until then and his world just stops when she starts pulling away. I LOVE GIRL DAD VOX.

This was such a fun request! Thanks for sending!! <3

The attitude shift came overnight. Vox couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his daughter changed her nail polish from pink to black, or when she started to wear only the black pieces from her wardrobe. But he could absolutely remember the first time she snapped at him over a simple question. As she left the breakfast table and slammed the door shut behind her, Vox looked to Valentino and Velvette for guidance.

“She’s growing up,” Velvette said through sips of her coffee. “Just be patient. Let her come to you and give her space.”

And so, Vox tried. I mean, honestly, he really did try. He let every snarky response, every too loud blast of music pass. Hell, the morning she woke up and poured herself a cup of coffee he almost blew a gasket. She was sixteen, she didn’t need coffee, he started to say, but Valentino cut him off and guided reader back to the kitchen.

“Cream and sugar, little princessa, will help you get used to the taste,” Valentino said gently.

Vox heard her mutter something he couldn’t quite make out but her tone certainly sounded rude. He stood up to scold her but Velvette grabbed his hand.

“Pick your battles, Vox. This isn’t it.” Velvette said. “It’s only a phase.”

And so he gave her as much freedom as he felt he could while still being an active, involved parent. He kept on top of her grades and gave her the space she demanded and he thought for sure that respecting her privacy would get at least an “I love you Daddy,” on occasion. The most he got from her was a slightly less intense look of disdain every time he asked a question or a task of her. It seemed to him Daddy’s Little Girl was no longer.

The hair dye was the final straw. Pretty brunette turned box dye black in a matter of hours. A bathroom splattered with splotches of black and a sink stained so badly Vox was sure it would never come out. Her beautiful brunette hair was now an odd shade of gray. He felt his anger grow as he saw the remnants of her activities and with a yell, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her downstairs to Velvelettes studio.

“Where did you even get this?” Vox asked in frustration as he watched Velvette’s assistant try to scrub the stains from behind her ears. “And why? You had such pretty hair!”

“Why does it matter?” She snapped. “I can do what I want with my body. You can’t stop me.”

“I never said you couldn’t! But you have an entire salon two floors below your bedroom, why didn’t you just say something?” He asked in exasperation as Velvette walked over.

“Because it’s my body! I just wanted to do something on my own for once without everything questioning me!” She screamed.

And then she burst into tears. Vox could feel his heart breaking at the sound and pushed the assistant away as he pulled her into his arms. He expected her to push him away, but instead she leaned into his shoulder and cried.

“And now I’m ugly, and my hair sucks and I just, I just…” she let out a hiccuping sob.

Vox recognized that noise. Even in her teenage years, that cry hadn’t changed. He pressed his hand to the back of her head gently, ignoring the leftover streaks of dye that stained his hands.

“Hey, hey baby girl. It’s alright, Auntie Vel will get your hair fixed up,” he said as soothingly as he could.

Velvette glanced up from behind the counter and took her place behind the chair. She gave Vox an encouraging look.

Vox took a deep breath. Pick my battles, he thought to himself as he held his not so little girl anymore.

“And I’m sure she’ll dye it black if that’s what you really want,” he conceded finally.

Another sniffle from the face tucked into his shoulder.

“Really, you’d let me do that?” She asked as she leaned back and rubbed at her eyes.

“Only if you promise never to use box dye again,” he replied lightly. “The bathroom is a mess. We might have to repaint the entire thing.”

She let out a ghost of a smile and he gently dabbed her eyes.

“There there. No more tears. It’s okay.”

“Daddy? Can I ask you something?” She asked as Velvette quietly took her place behind the chair and began to work her way through the half brunette streaks of hair.

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“Can…can we redo my room? I don’t want it pink anymore.” She said softly. “Please don’t be mad.”

He could feel his heart breaking for the second time that day, this time for an entirely different reason. She thought he would be mad at her? He tried to think back to when she would get that idea and quickly concluded now wasn’t the best time to analyze his own behavior. Not when he had those pretty blue eyes watching him, waiting desperately for a response.

“Sure baby girl,” he replied with a kiss to her forehead. “How about we get your hair fixed up and then you and I can do some shopping and redesign the whole thing together tonight? How’s that sound?”

Her eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! Thank you, Dad!” She stood up from the chair threw her arms around him.

Velvette gave Vox an approving smile.

“Alright then you two, let's get to work so you guys can go have some fun!” She said cheerfully.

A few hours later, Vox watched as reader admired her reflection in the mirror. Somewhere, it pained him that she wanted to run so far in the opposite direction. He wondered what he had done to lose her trust.

“Don’t take it personally,” Velvette said softly to Vox as he watched reader run her fingers through her hair. “She’s just trying to find her place in the world.”

“What do I do about the bedroom? I can’t have it all black, it would look awful.” He replied, “but unless I give in…”

“Boundaries, Vox. It’s a reasonable give and take. Sure, painting her entire room back would look awful. And It’s okay to hold an expectation and come to a compromise. Some part of her still wants to know you care about her. She’s just testing her limits. All teenagers do.” Velvette added. “But I would start with designing together on one of you computers and go from there.”

Several hours, zero tears and one phone in pizza order later, Vox and reader sat on the couch. For the first time in a long time, reader was in hysterics as they watched her favorite movie together.

“Hey, Dad?” She asked once she collected herself enough to speak. “I love you.”

Vox tried to keep his cool, but his heart soared. “Love you too,” he replied. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be your dad.”

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soundlessdreamss · 7 months

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Heya I was wondering if you could please do a Yandere Lucifer Morningstar with a Human reader who’s like immortal? They can die but they don’t stay dead for very long so every time they die they get a scar so there essentially covered in scars both big and small? If not that’s alright!

Yes ofc I can write this!! Sorry for being inactive so long, I’ve been playing my games a lot… :3 (also WTF happened to the yellow color?…)

Lucifer x immortal!reader

also I’m gonna do romantic and yandere headcannons! (Totally not cause I didn’t see the yandere at first until I reread it…)

He’s very confused at first. He could’ve sworn he just saw you die a couple of minutes ago and now all of a sudden your completely fine???

he noticed that you had a ton of scars in the beginning but just thought it was from reckless battles.

once you came back after “dying” he questioned how and asked if you were okay.

once you told him what actually happens he was shocked but thankful that you were still with him. (Not sure how you could die though with the king of hell at your side…)

he tried to heal the scars multiple times but it never works cause it’s permanent, to resemble how many times you died.

he asks you to be extra careful as he doesn’t want your beautiful body to gain anymore scars on it.

Overall he’s still happy with you as his partner ;3

YANDERE HEADCANNONS:

when you first died infront of him he was pissed. Whoever killed you… well let’s just say they are probably going through some torture device he made. Because death isn’t enough for them, they need to pay for the rest of their miserable life.

his grief is powerful and he misses you. (It’s only been like 20 minutes since you died but ok.)

when he gets a knock on his door he doesn’t wanna answer since he’s feeling heartbroken but he answers anyways.

once he opens the door and sees you he’s shocked and confused but he immediately pulls you into a bear hug. With a death grip on you

he starts yapping talking about how he could never let you out of his site again and puts a protection spell on you, and even hires vox to keep an eye on you when your out in the city. (If for some reason your not out in the city with him.)

it’s been shared all over hell now that if anyone hurts you they are royally fucked so everyone avoids you. Expect the hazbin hotel!! So yay!! You have some friends at least…

he insists on going everywhere with you even though you are immortal. He doesn’t care if your immortal, he doesn’t want you getting hurt.

overall he’s still happy ur alive lol. (As if he wouldn’t manage to bring u back if u died.)

requests are closed atm because I need to work on all of them lol…

#lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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simphornies · 8 months

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A/N: I'm not feeling well. It's that time of the month and I am struggling. I apologize if this part isn't written as well as the others :(

Word count: 3.5k (3,595)

part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5, finale

Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] part 3

Your first day working with the Vees consisted of you being in one of Velvette’s shows. You were shoved into multiple outfits that were definitely out of your comfort zone. Your wings were out the whole time and boosted the popularity. At the end of the show, Velvette was trying to get you to be one of her official models.

“Y/N! As much as I hate your alliances, I do love the energy you bring on the stage.” She flicks her hand to get you into a more formal attire for your stay. You matched Vox’s suit, color scheme and all. You were convinced it’s just a dress version of his outfit. You let out a relieved sigh, happy that you’re finally comfortable.

“Flattered at your offer however I have the hotel to tend to. I have not the time to spare to become a model for you. Apologies.” You politely declined making Velvette groan.

Vox walks up to you, his hands clapping at your performance. “What a wondrous performance! I see you wore the necklace I gifted you.” He grins, glancing at the shining piece of jewelry around your neck. It was a diamond studded eye necklace surrounded with 3 sets of wings, something that matched your usual outfit.

“Ah, yes. I do adore it. Thank you.” You smile, “I see you’re wearing the bow tie I’ve gifted you as well?”

He fiddled the bow in question with pride, “Proudly. It was given to me by you.” He takes your hand in his to kiss it, something that became a constant occurrence between you two. “Shall we meet in my office?”

You nod, following him, hand still in his. The time you’ve shared with him has gotten you quite accustomed to the demon. You started to feel warm but you fought against it. You promised Charlie and Alastor both that you would keep your guard up and stay safe. Vox’s intentions weren’t clear to you and you still couldn’t comprehend why he suddenly decided to strike a deal with you.

In his office, you sat across from him, legs crossed awaiting him to start. He was staring at you, eyeing you down so much so it made you a little nervous at what’s to come.

“Y/N. Before we continue…” He starts, “I want to inform you of something you did.”

Your head tilted to the side, “Yes…?”

“The night you got drunk, you started to strip in front of me.” He blankly states, doing his best to maintain his composure while you lost yours.

Your face flushed in embarrassment, turning red at his words. “I sincerely apologize! That was unbecoming of me.” You profusely apologized, “I may have forgotten to warn you and tell you exactly why I typically stick to just one bottle of my usual champagne.”

Vox just laughed in response, “My dear, no need to get so flustered. For your sake, I did ask for someone else to help dress you and left as soon as I saw the state you were in.” He raised his arms up in defense, “I didn’t push my chances and left immediately. I hardly looked.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, “Thank you. I truly apologize.”

“Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s circle back to our agreement from our first meeting. You said you will need 3 days to consider the offer. Have you chosen an answer?” The joy on his face was back to a serious one as soon as he asked.

You shake your head, “Unfortunately I have not decided. I struggle to understand your intentions.”

“What is it that makes you struggle? If I’m being completely transparent with you, you are a wonderful and beautiful angel. The 3 days we’ve spent together have been bliss. I would love to have you by my side, always.” He winks at you, “And I’d love to see you half naked again, but sober this time.”

The red creeped back up on your face. “Vox! That is inappropriate to say for this situation. We are discussing business.” You huffed.

“Ah but you are my business, dear.” He gets up and walks over to you, further teasing you by bringing his head up to your ear to whisper. “I absolutely want you.”

You get up quickly, taking a step back from him, absolutely unable to hide the fact that you’re flustered at his actions and words. “I am not well-versed in such things. I cannot provide you the companionship you seek.”

He took a step forward and held your hand, giving you a kiss on your knuckles. “I can show you how, my love.” His signature grin wide on his face, “C’mon baby~ Let me show you how fun it is with me by your side.”

If you were able to melt, you would have melted right then and there. You were a stuttering mess and Vox found entertainment and pleasure watching you be one. You pull your hand away from him and rush to the door.

“Pardon me! I must excuse myself!” You reach for the doorknob but Vox just zaps in front of you.

“Ah ah. Before you go, we’ll be going on a date in a little bit. I’ve already told Velvette to get you in the most gorgeous attire, paid for entirely by yours truly.” He opened the door for you to rush out and head towards your room.

As if on cue, Velvette swings your door open and drags you inside. She immediately swiped her hand to change your outfit into a gorgeous backless fitted dress that sparkled when the light hit it. A slit ran up your thigh and revealed a garter belt that went around it, bearing the VoxTek logo. The neckline plunged down to the middle of your chest. Your formal flat shoes were now black red bottomed heels.

“Alright now sit.” Velvette says, pulling out a chair for you. The speed of everything happening overwhelmed you to the point where you had to give yourself a second to react, “C’mon, I don’t have all day.”

You followed her instructions and sat down. She got to work on your hair quickly, giving you beautiful bouncy curls that rested perfectly on your shoulders. She even did your makeup for you. She worked quickly and quietly and by the end of it, she was grinning with pride from her work. “Perfect. You’re absolutely stunning. Now go. Shoo.”

You were kicked out of your own room with a gentle shove. You tripped over yourself and landed in Vox’s arms. You look up and see him giving you a wide-toothed grin, “You look absolutely beautiful~” He purred into your ear.

Your heart was pounding but so was Vox’s. He meant what he said. He was enamored by your looks and with you dressed up, he was even more attracted. He wants you but he doesn’t seem to know that the way he’s supposed to.

He showered you with gifts and jewels of all kinds. He put on the necklace he gave you around your neck and donned your fingers with expensive rings. He brought you to the most prestigious restaurant in all of Hell after he accessorized you and acted very gentlemanlike. You weren’t used to such things so this was all very new.

In Heaven, most interactions you’ve had with men were with Adam so being treated this nicely was a new thing for you. You remained flustered at everything that just happened. You swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest at the amount of attention he’s giving you. Back at the hotel you mainly stayed in your office to do paperwork and help around with cleanup which meant you lacked the social experience that most would have.

There was a singer performing for the restaurant’s customers that night and you distracted yourself by listening to her. It was Verosika Mayday, a famous popstar that you had heard of. Her voice was beautiful, her body and face matching. Vox watched as you relaxed in your seat, entranced by her voice. He made a mental note that you loved soft and slow music, which was exactly how Verosika’s current song was. He knew this because your eyes lit up the moment the piano slowed down.

After the show, he decided to introduce you to Verosika herself. Bringing him over to the table. You chatted with her about her talents and asked for tips on how she was able to have such a wide vocal range. It wasn’t long into the conversation until you were starting to get tipsy from the amount of alcohol you’d consumed.

Not wanting to repeat the events of the last time you got really drunk, Vox excused himself and led Verosika away, letting you know he’ll be back. He took Verosika backstage where Valentino awaited, somewhere private enough for him to talk to her and for her to not see Valentino. He put her in a trance with his eye and got her to sign a contract with Valentino stating that she will now take the place of Angel Dust. Valentino was more than happy to have the curvy, popular succubus popstar to be his and quickly decided to make her his new toy.

Vox worked fast to fulfill your wishes, swearing it was to steal your power when in reality he wanted to see your smile. When he came back to the table, you were getting ready to down an entire bottle of vodka to which he confiscated from your hands making you huff.

“Now now. I told you. Last time you got fucked up, you were stripping and I would rather not go through that again.” He had given the bottle he took from you back to a waiter. He lifted your chin with finger, looking deeply into your eyes. “Mm. You look wonderful with a blush across your face.”

He pulled away from you and held his hands behind his back, standing proudly. “I would like to inform you that the contract’s been broken.” He said with a wide smile. Your eyes sparkle with delight, quickly getting up.

“Is that the truth, Vox?” You ask, “Oh that is wonderful! Thank you!” You hugged him, your heart full of warmth and happiness. You felt his arms snake around you to hug you back.

“I told you, dollface.” He strokes your curled locks, playing with it in his hands, “I’ll do anything to keep you by my side.” He felt himself warm up at the feeling of you hugging him. The way your body fit perfectly against his in a hug was new territory. The scent of your perfume radiated gently, he felt your heart pounding as quickly as his own did. This felt new to him and it felt good.

Upon arriving back at Vox’s building, you walk with him, your hands wrapped around his arm. He walked you to your room and gave you yet another sweet kiss on your knuckles.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” He winked at you before zapping off into his own room.

You closed the door and slid your back against it, sighing. You placed a hand on your chest and felt your heart going wild. You felt uncomfortably safe and secure around him and at this point it was hard for you to separate your emotions with business. He gave you attention you’ve never received and never realized you craved. His sweet words, his suggestive comments, his compliments echoed through your head. You began to fall for him.

In the morning, you met Vox in his office a bit too excited to see him but you maintain your composure. He sat at his desk, drinking coffee, the scent of which covered the room. He perked up at the sound of you entering his office. “Ah. Good morning, Y/N. Help yourself to some coffee.” He gestured to his coffee maker by the wall to which you gladly poured yourself a cup. “I have a full schedule today, I trust that you’re able to stay in the building until I return?”

“Return?” You cocked your head at him, “I am to stay here? Do you require me to do anything to assist you?” You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a bit bummed out at the thought of him leaving but you quickly shook away that feeling.

“Yes you have to stay here, I’m afraid. I can’t waltz into my shows and interviews with you hanging off of me.” He laughed a bit, “We aren’t even together. I’ll only do that when you accept my courtship and let me make you mine. Why? You gonna miss me?”

You hid your blushing face behind your cup, “Nonsense. Just a thought is all. I seek not to ruin your day nor make them difficult with my presence. I am perfectly content staying here.” You weren’t content with staying. You didn’t understand it but you wanted to be by his side for your entire stay at his company.

His phone buzzes, making him get up. “Well, that’s my cue. I have to head out, angel.” He held his hand out for you to take. You expected him to give it a kiss but instead he led you to his chair. “You can stay here or in my room. Maybe watch me work my magic on television. I’ll be back.”

He left without giving you the usual kiss on the hand. It left you bothered. You felt…empty without it. It didn’t feel right. Though you didn’t say anything about it, it didn’t leave your mind. You aimlessly wandered around his office, looking at the photos he had laying around. You ended up in his room, laying on his bed watching his shows until he came in through the door.

“Ah! There you are.” He says, “Come Y/N. I have a gift for you.”

You got up and followed him out of the room. He took your hand as you walked behind him. He took you to the meeting room, the table filled with wrapped boxes. You were speechless. “Surely this isn’t all for me?” You ask him.

“But they are! I’ve gotten advice from Princess Morningstar to make sure I got you the best of the best. Open them!” He held his hands behind his back, eagerly waiting for you to start.

You unwrapped and opened one of the bigger boxes and in it there was a gorgeous black and red version of the outfit you’d normally wear at the hotel. You glanced at him to which he gave you a proud look. The bigger boxes contained clothing from loungewear to nightgowns to robes. You reach for a smaller box and open it. You pulled out gorgeous earrings, studded with diamonds of course. In the last couple of small boxes, they were all pieces of fine jewelry to match the earrings.

You beamed with delight and gave Vox a hug. “These are wonderful gifts Vox! You spoil me too much. You are not required to do so.”

“Nothing is too much for you, angel.” He kisses your hand, looking up at you with a flirty look, “I do want to win your heart after all.”

You blushed at his words, looking away in embarrassment. “I need not for such gestures.”

“You deserve more, darling.” He gets his butlers to bring your gifts to your room, “Are my attempts working?”

“You flatter me so, perhaps I am leaning towards accepting your deal.”

He walks you to your room and wishes you a good night. You felt your heart flutter a bit, sighing happily as you got ready for bed in the same nightgown he gifted you. You soon drifted off to sleep, happily cuddling up to your pillow.

You were ready to spend your second day with Vox but to your dismay, he was “too busy” to speak with you. Not wanting to push in case he was stressed, you kept your distance. It did bother you when you would see him having casual conversation with Valentino or Velvette and as soon as he saw you, he would make himself seem busier by checking his phone.

“Vox~ Your little angel has eyes on us.” Valentino speaks, soft enough for you to not hear. “I know that look she has in her eyes. She’s longing for you.”

Vox smiled, “I know. By the end of our agreement, she won’t want me to leave her side.” He laughs menacingly, “I’ll make her obsessed with me.” Vox glanced behind him, seeing you in the distance admiring the plants that decorated the building. For a second, he felt his heart twist at the sad expression you had on.

You glanced up at him, a bit shocked at him giving you attention. You gave him a smile and waved. He gestures for you to come closer and with no hesitation, you make your way towards him. As soon as you were in his reach, he pulled you closer by the waist causing your face to flush up in red.

“Sorry for ignoring you all day, dollface.” He grins, “Red looks nice on you.” His hand caresses your cheek and you quickly pull away, embarrassed.

You cleared your throat and composed yourself. “It’s alright. You’re a busy man.” But it wasn’t okay with you. You found yourself longing for his attention all day and though you found your sudden admiration for him strange, you couldn’t help yourself when it came to yearning for his gaze on yours. “Tomorrow’s my last day. I wanted to know what you have in store for me.”

He puts his hands together, “You and I, my dear, are going out! My treat.”

“Vox! Surely I can cover tomorrow. You’ve showered me with plenty of gifts already for the past couple of days.” You protested to which he grabs your hand, giving it yet another kiss.

“Like I said before. I am…” He moves closer to you, his head by your ear, “...absolutely in love with you.” He whispers. You shiver at his voice, losing your breath for a split second.

“If you must insist…I’ll allow myself to find comfort in your adorations.” You whispered back, trying your hardest to steady your breathing.

“I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He sneaks a kiss on your shoulder before zapping away into a camera.

You were dressed by Velvette again for your date with him the following day. You wore an off shoulder dress with the jewelry he’s gifted you. You felt warm and excited for your date. The spot he told you to meet him at wasn’t too far from his building so you denied the ride there and chose to walk instead.

You took in some of the sights, admiring the bright neon lights that covered the streets that seeped into the dark alleyways in between buildings. As you were approaching the restaurant, you spotted something in the alleyway out of the corner of your eye that made you backtrack. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness you see Vox on the floor with a bleeding wound.

You rushed to his side, a bit in panic. “Vox! Vox what happened to you?” You gently help him up. He coughs, breathing heavy. You begin to heal his wounds, light emitting from your hands as you did so. Your eyes wandered to his ripped clothes, it looked like claws had ripped them.

“Alastor…” He says weakly, “That damned radio demon was just here…” He glitched and held your hand weakly, “I’m sorry, Y/N. My blood…My blood got on your beautiful dress and hands.”

“Alastor…?” You were in disbelief, you didn’t want to believe him but the claw shaped scratches on him matched the shape of his when he’s in his demon form. “No…It can’t be.” You felt anger rising within you. You told him he wasn’t supposed to mess with Vox. Could he have really gone against your word?

As soon as you finish, he sits up. “If you hadn’t come in time…I don’t think he would have left.” You held his hand tight. He looked at you and felt guilty at how hurt you looked. Your eyes were filled with tears, “Oh…Please. Please don’t cry, angel.”

“You were hurt! If I’d gotten here sooner…” You shook your head, “I’m supposed to be here to protect but you got hurt.” Your heart was heavy with emotions. Anger for Alastor’s actions, fear for Vox’s safety and sadness for not being there for him sooner.

“I’m going to be okay, Y/N.” He smiled at you, “You’re here now.” He wiped the tears that ran down your face. “I’m going to have to put a hold on this date. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense! Do not apologize, you were injured. Let’s return to your home, you need rest.”

You brought Vox back into his room, flying through the halls with him in your arms. He looked up at you, the determination and anger that you had in your eyes filled him with even more guilt. You set him down gently on his bed.

“I’m afraid I must leave now but please, if anything happens, call me with no hesitation.” You spoke softly, the smile that you always had on your face was gone and didn’t return. You rush to your room, collecting all of your belongings and create a portal directly back into the hotel. You were enraged with Alastor and you were absolutely determined to find him.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel x reader #vox hazbin hotel #slow burn

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bluestrawberrybunny · 28 days

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Haha! @briandraws I tricked you! >:3

I wasn’t innocent! I was plotting something all along! Hahahahahaha!

Hypno Marware one-shot fic for you :3

Forgive Me (Hypno Marware AU)

Don't deal with the devil. Those are some famous words to live by.

Mr. Puzzles, however, does not.

But hey, he got some cool new powers from this little deal! So... that was something!

He currently sat in his office at his house, tapping a pen furiously against the desk as he attempted to think of something, anything, to make his next show about. He had taken control over the one who had been the largest thorn in his side, the one that he swore to one day get revenge upon:

Mario Mario.

Thanks to that deal with Vox, he had managed to bend the plumber to his will. It was going great! He would have him do the dirty work for him too. Like a personal assistant! All stars have one of those, so of course he deserved one! And who better than Mario? The revenge was beautiful, in a way.

He looked over at the Italian as he stood there, swirls in his eyes from the mind control. He had made him change into a suit. Much better than those drab dirty overalls that have probably never been washed since 1987.

He sighed, motioning him over.

Mario obeyed, as he always did after he'd first hypnotized him.

The cyborg looked at the plumber. He wasn't able to respond to him, but... he could at least vent this all out to someone! Besides, if Mario was even listening he would be too dumb to understand. Right?

He'd been the audience to most of his frustrations throughout the past... month? Mr. Puzzles lost track of time. Hell, he hadn't even been sleeping. He just worked the day away with Mario running and grabbing things for him, or standing there and hearing him vent out his frustrations.

He sighed. "Why can't I think of anything?" He asked, looking towards the plumber again as his blank eyes stared at him.

Oh... those blue eyes... even when devoid of expression, they were quite beautiful. He could actually appreciate Mario's appearance, now that he's forced him to clean up a bit and after he stopped being so obnoxious.

And he... cared... even if it was fake...

"I don't understand. I have been drawing a blank with ideas for the past week! I don't... where's the inspiration? I can't create the best TV show without any ideas! What am I missing?" Mr. Puzzles gave a glitched huff. "No matter how hard I try, nothing comes to mind! Nothing! I was able to come up with amazing show ideas! Why can't I think of anything?"

The cyborg stared at the blank page in front of him. He had started writing several scripts, getting one sentence in before his creative flow stopped and he threw the paper away.

He sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Why? I... I can't just stop... then... then no one will..." He looked over to Mario, who continued to stare at him. "No one would care about me. No one will care for me if I don't keep making things... if I quit now, no one will care for me... I... I need to come up with something! Anything! Nothing comes to mind! Why am I out of ideas?"

Mr. Puzzles looked back at the page once more before crumpling up the page and throwing it in the trashcan with the other abandoned scripts.

He stood up angrily, walking towards the door and slamming it open. Mario followed close behind him, watching his every move and awaiting his next orders.

Mr. Puzzles walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching for something to reignite that creative spark. Anything with caffeine.

Or alcohol...

Either would work, really.

"I just need that one great idea to hit!" He exclaimed. "Then everyone will know and adore me! I'll finally be popular!"

He grabbed a wine bottle, pouring it out and into a glass. "I just don't get why I can't come up with any good ideas!"

Mario continued to stare at him blankly, not moving as he stood in the kitchen's doorway.

"I'll never be famous like this! Ugh... but I can't give up! There has to be something where I can get an idea or... or... UGH!" He leaned his head against a cabinet. "I... why? Why am I unable to think of anything?"

He looked back at the plumber and patted his head. "Thank you for listening, Mario," he said, sad smile on his screen. "Even if you're just a measly puppet right now."

His expression changed to a solemn one, walking past him as he walked back to his office, wine glass in hand. Why did he feel... bad for this? Mario was the thorn in his side. Mario was the one that ruined everything. He'd sworn revenge on him after the Meme Factory, even!

So... why was guilt beginning to eat him up inside? Was he... really feeling bad about this? About controlling the fat Italian like a doll to bend to his will?

He looked back at Mario as he followed behind him.

It was... nice to have someone nearby. He'd been alone for so long...

No. He had to focus on writing this script so that he can rise to the top.

That was all that mattered.

But he didn't understand. He hadn't been bothered by the SMG4 crew since he brainwashed Mario, so... why was he drawing a blank on ideas? He'd been so annoyed at them ruining his work, but when they were gone he... had nothing.

Was it just an excuse?

He sighed. How was he going to get any ideas?

That night, Mario stood in the living room, blinking awake. He looked around the fancy-looking area around him. It was monochrome black and white, but... it looked very well-kept. He looked down at the suit he was wearing before stepping forward.

He walked over to the couch, looking at Mr. Puzzles as the cyborg sat with his TV head in his hands.

"Still nothing," he sighed, leaning back.

"TV Man?" Mario asked, walking over to him. "You ok?"

Mr. Puzzles jumped, turning around in his chair to stare at Mario. "I... wha...?"

"Mario asked if you're-a ok."

Mr. Puzzles stared at him. "You... you're..." He jumped up from his chair, pointing at him. "Oh, god! You're not brainwashed anymore!"

Mario tilted his head. "Yes?"

Mr. Puzzles screen changed to his crying face, looking away. Oh no.

"Wait..." he said as he looked back at the Italian. "Why... why are you asking if I'm ok? I... I thought you would have escaped, or beaten me up, or... something."

"Mario wants-a to know that you're-a ok," he said. "Mario... heard you talking."

Mr. Puzzles screen went blank as he realized the implications.

Mario had been conscious the entire time... he had heard everything. He remembered everything.

Suddenly that guilt he felt came back with a vengeance. Mr. Puzzles shook his head, crying face on his screen again. "Oh... oh no... I... I'm so sorry, Mario..."

He got down on his knees, gripping Mario's shoulders as the Italian looked him over in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I... I'm so so sorry," he said again. "I... I'm so... how could you ever forgive me for what I did?"

Mario looked away. "Um..."

"I... I used you as a puppet and... and you were aware the entire time..." Mr. Puzzles looked at him. "I am so sorry, Mario... just... just leave. Go back to your friends... I… at least when I brainwashed you all for Puzzlevision, you weren’t aware but… being stuck like that and… and being conscious… oh god…"

The Italian remained silent, watching him with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Mario… please, go,” Puzzles said.

He remained still, watching him as his singular brain cell burst to life to form a coherent thought.

“Dammit, Mario, leave! Or at least… do or say something! Anything!” Puzzles sobbed. “I… I can’t take the silence… it’s… it’s deafening…”

Mario shook his head. "No. M... Mario forgives you. You can-a get better. You... you need-a friends..."

Mr. Puzzles watched him, curious as to where he was going with that, even if he was still convinced that Mario should just leave him be.

"Mario knows what it's-a like to be in the spotlight," he continued. "Mario... wants-a to help you. If-a you are so set on being a star, Mario can... Mario can help keep you from going coo-coo crazy."

Mr. Puzzles shook his head, standing up and taking a step back. "No... I... I'm not... sure how that would work..."

"Mario wants to help you get better," Mario insisted. "Mario knows too much about you. You can-a change for the better."

Mr. Puzzles turned away, about to speak before the door was kicked in, the SMG4 crew rushing inside.

"Let Mario go, Mr. Puzzles!" Meggy exclaimed, standing in front of Mario with her splattershot pointed at his face.

"Wait, Leggy-" Puzzles began to say before SMG4 cut him off by punching him in the face.

"We're taking our friend back!" 4 snapped.

"Yeah!" Tari agreed, peaking her head through the doorframe before pulling it back out again.

SMG3 looked back at her and shook his head.

“Wait,” Puzzles said with a glitching voice before the crew proceeded to begin beating him up

Mario looked at them in shock before stepping in front of the cyborg. “Wait!”

“Mario,” 4 said, grabbing his friend and pulling him aside, “I know that you’re mind controlled right now, but we need to-”

“Mario is not mind controlled!” Mario snapped. “Mario is normal again! But let Mario speak! Please!”

The crew stopped, looking back at him from the mangled body of Mr. Puzzles.

“Mario is ok,” Mario said. “Let… let him be. Mario thinks he can-a do better. We should give him a chance.”

“Are you serious?” Meggy snapped, looking at him. “You are obviously still brainwashed!”

Mario shook his head. “I’m-a serious! He’s not-a so bad…”

“Are you hearing yourself?” SMG4 asked harshly. “In what world would Mr. Puzzles of all people…”

SMG3 watched the three of them argue about Mario’s newfound opinion of the cyborg before looking down at him.

Mr. Puzzles was picking himself up off the ground, putting a hand to his broken screen. “Ugh…” He looked over at the purple SMG as he looked him up and down. “Oh… um…”

SMG3 looked back over at Mario. He too had had a change of heart years ago and changed his ways to become their f- teammate or… something. He didn’t like hanging out with these losers. It was just better than nothing.

Mario sighed. “Fine! Then let’s-a go home and leave him alone?”

Meggy and SMG4 both looked at Mr. Puzzles, who was looking at the ground. He wasn’t even fighting them?

“Yeah,” 3 agreed. “Let’s… let’s go. Leave him here to think about things.”

The two watched as SMG3 left, Mario following close behind. 4 and Meggy both then turned their gaze to Mr. Puzzles, who was already making his way back to his office in order to fix his broken screen.

SMG4 looked over at Meggy, who shook her head and followed behind them.

“If you even think about following us-” 4 started to say before Mr. Puzzles shooed him off.

“I won’t,” he said. “I… I’m not in the mood.”

SMG4 tilted his head in confusion before reluctantly leaving behind the others.

“Can we get-a some spaghetti?” Mario asked excitedly as they walked back.

“Sure…” SMG4 said quietly.

Mario looked back at the house as they left. Mr. Puzzles really didn’t seem so bad, once he heard all of his troubles… he smiled. Maybe he could change Mr. Puzzles ways and then they wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore!

Meanwhile, Mr. Puzzles sat at his desk, reapplying a new screen. He sighed. Mario really stood up for him? After all that he did? Even after using him as a puppet while he was aware… he forgave him?

He smiled to himself, heartbeat monitor line across his screen.

Mario didn’t seem so bad either…

#my writing #smg4 #smg4 au #hypno Marware au #smg4 mr puzzles #smg4 mario #Marware #smg4 marware #hope you like it!! ^^

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demigoddessqueens · 17 days

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*boops the mic* so how do I do this ask thing? 😆

Okay anyway so hello! I have a request 🥺 vox machina headcanons for what creative/artistic/domestic hobby they would do for fun with their s/o. Thank youuu! ✨

Btw I've always loved your writing for vm! I'm so glad I found them because I am eating them up after my long days. My bedtime stories <33

Testing, testing, 1-2-3 🎤 I can hear you!! 😄

Awwww!! Thanks for your request nonnie!! This is such a cute ask and I’m glad you like my writing so much like that 🥹💕

Masterlist 11

Keyleth

She took you to Zephrah to show you where she came from and the heritage she’s proud of, taking you around to admire the beautiful scenery and enjoy a date in one of the more homey taverns

Vex’ahlia

Trinket was in need of a bath and a TLC spa day so you and Vex were on duty to tend to the friendly bear. Brushing out and decorating the fur with pink ribbons was just humor on her part.

Or you two are out practicing archery but Vex just uses it as an excuse to be more up close and personal to “help you with your aim”

Pike

While shopping out in the markets, you came across some cheesier than usual books. Of course you just had to buy them, and now you and Pike spend as much down time as you can to laugh at how ridiculous and indulgent they are

Grog

He had seen you dancing before as part of the numerous schemes to get Vox Machina money, so of course learning how to dance was just an excuse to get close to you

OR there was a boxing match that could get the group more gold and he had to show off when you were watching

Percy

He likes his “alone, quiet” time in the workshop, but having you with him is also refreshing. There’s a genuine interest to yiur demeanor when you’re admiring his new invention sketches

Vax’ildan

All about that quality time baby! Any setting that’s intimate for you both is just perfect for him; filled with kisses, cuddles, adoration, just anything that leaves you a melted puddle of affection

Scanlan

Either you’re spending time together helping him compose songs or you two are going to a local concert that’s nearby. Either way, Scanlan likes it when he sees that bit of whimsy to your attitude when you’re singing along

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lunchtimebedamned1997 · 15 days

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Commission for @hashbrownwut <3

(alt. versions, lineart, concepts and general process under the cut along with a speedpaint :3)

I was commissioned by Hashbrownwut, AKA Shiningnight on AO3 to do this piece to go alongside their fanfic "Shadows and Light"!

Thank you so so much Shiningnight for being my first ever commission and an absolute joy to work for <3

So in Shiningnight's fic, its 1957 and Vox comes over to Al's place to show him the movie he's starred in, and our favorite Radio demon get a little too jealous of the doe demon starring alongside Vox >:3

The film Vox stars in takes inspiration from the film Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn and so Shining wanted this comm to take inspo from that film as well, sending me these beautiful references:

Our first image on the left was the general inspiration, but then they made the fantastic request to give Alastor a suit inspired by the dress Audrey is wearing in the image on the right!

Based on that I made a few concepts, and we ended up settling on the sketch in pink below, after which I got to line it, which was a really satisfying process this time around! it's probably one of my favorite bits of lineart I've done in a good long while.

Overall, this comm was a blast and a half, and I cannot think SN enough for their support - for going out of their way and asking if I offered commissions, you have no idea what that meant to me. Thank you so much for supporting me and my art <333 I've wanted to be an artist my entire life, and your support makes me feel like I'm a huge leap closer to my dreams.

Sap hours will continue silently over here on my end, but how about a quick little speedpaint to finish things up?

You'll see couple other refs they sent me for smaller elements pop up here and there, but this post is long enough as is XD

If anyone else would like to commission me, pls lmk! If anyone else has interest I'll put together a little ref sheet of prices and work examples! <3 My asks and DMs are open :D

#my art #commission #art commissions #hazbin hotel #fanart #digital art #hellaverse fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor #radiostatic #hazbin hotel vox #speedpaint #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #vox #hazbin vox #artists on tumblr

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yuwumeniji · 2 years

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Luxiem & Pickup Lines

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: i just want them flustered over the cheesiest pick up lines i found on the internet lmao

GENERAL

established relationships (reader x luxiem)

both luxiem and the reader are streamers here - the reader plays along with their respective chats flirts with the boys

the reader is the one telling the boy a pick-up line

i literally got these off of one of those top (insert number here) websites lmao

you can 100% pull bitches this way (trust me)

MORE UNDER THE CUT

⊰᯽⊱┈───── ✧ ─────┈⊰᯽⊱

IKE EVELAND

"Can you touch my hand? I want to tell my friends that I've been touched by an angel"

Ike "rejection" eveland surprisingly gets flustered over your pick-up line

he genuinely does not expect you of all people to also play along with his chat who often spams him with ring emojis

to many, he's like an impregnable wall - quick to hit you back with a blunt quip, but not this time....

he SPUTTERS the second he heard you finish that line (you totally did not read it off of one of those sites on google... not at all)

" i- you- y-y-you??" "WAIT Y/N COULD YOU REPEAT THAT ONE MORE TIME"

he's smiling, he's giggling, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, my crops are growing and my skin is clear

he spends the rest of the stream asking you to tell him another pick-up line whenever there was a chance. he found it enjoyable that you find these funny enough to share with him

LUCA KANESHIRO

"I've lost my teddy bear! Could I sleep with you instead?"

i think the pick-up line went over his head a little bit

like, he went "oh, where'd you put it last?" before someone in his chat tells him that it was a pick up line

then it's just silence

did you completely break the impassable mafia boss? did you manage to fluster him?

but nope, he goes back to his usual POOOOG self

behind the camera, he's as red as a cherry tomato - boy did he not expect a pick-up line like this to come from you!

actually, it was very noticable that the pick-up line flustered him

he was speaking quickly, his gestures were wild and you could even hear how big the smile on his face was

he'll definitely send you a cringey couple tiktok later after stream with a "us lmao <3" after it

MYSTA RIAS

"Are those spacepants? because your ass looks out of this world!"

oh he knows he has a nice ass

he thinks the pick-up line was terrible but hearing it come from you made the whole thing feel romantic (in some way)

but hearing this from you? he's as red as a tomato (i can't think of anything else that's red... skull emoji..)

the pick-up line definitely flustered him to the point where he had to take like a 10 minute break from the game both of you were playing together.

"CHAT. LISTEN TO ME, THEY NEVER SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!"

he's sputtering too and then he goes on a whole tangent about how cringe the pick-up line was

he spends the rest of the stream together talking excitedly - he feels a little energized knowing that you like him enough to tell him such a cringe pick-up line

SHU YAMINO

"Hey, is your name Wi-fi? Because I'm feelin' a connection between you and I"

"THAT IS SO CRINGE" (cue the giggling)

he shouted??? fr???? real????

this is the loudest shu had been on a stream, and not only did it surprise his viewers, but also himself

he couldn't hold back on his laughter because he could tell that you totally searched that up on your phone while he was brb from the stream

you can see the 10 minute giggly shu compilations made from this stream alone now (tskr)

he's actually laughing so hard to the point he's gasping for air - that's when you know you definitely flustered him

he also searches for one because he wants to see you get flustered as well

you guys spend the rest of the stream telling each other cringey pick-up lines to see who could out-cringe the other

VOX AKUMA

"You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms."

normally, vox is used to flirty comments but hearing you say that out of the blue really shocked him

like you could visibly see his shock - mid sentence he just went "-oop", followed by :0

you could really hear the windows crashing noise the second he heard you utter that line

"Y/N, could you.... could you repeat that one more time"

he's in shambles,he's crying, he even got his little "tskr" comment ready to be added to YOUR chat

he goes back to normal the moment you switch the subject, but you better believe that he starts singing your praises - in how you got better at flirting and how he's wrapped around your finger etc.

he's literally just some funny guy, c'mon

#yuwrote #theyre just funny guys #luxiem x reader #luxiem imagine #nijisanji en luxiem #luxiem drabble #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma

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s4gefr0g · 2 months

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Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 💕💝❣️💖

AWWW!!!! VOX!!! THANK YOU <3

@voxxxlol

@hollow8007

@thegirlwiththeart

@lazyslimetime

@moshywoosh

@eminsunnytoons123

@craftyworx

@akalikestodraw

#THANK YOU AGAIN #(I don't think I've gotten these directly)#ask

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Sugar, Spice and Nothing Nice

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Chapter 12: The Company You Keep

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF 🍇 , SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE🚨

Chicago, Illinois 1988

“You are so beautiful,” Desiree; a 17 year old girl, smiled at the girl she was babysitting.

The girl blushed as Desiree put lipgloss on her, “Thanks, oh can you not put so much makeup on me; my mom will throw a hissy fit.” She rolled her eyes.

“Moms, am I right?” Desiree rolled her eyes. “Babe! Get in here! Look at my masterpiece!”

Wes, the younger girl’s stepbrother and Desiree’s boyfriend walked into the room, “Look,” she turned the girl to him.

“Wow nice job Rae,” Wes took a closer look. “You’re beautiful Bean.”

Bean smiled at older teens then at her reflection.

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Hell, Present Day

“Do you remember your life on earth?” Bean asked, looking at her reflection in the small mirror

“Tell Val that he has to move the shoot up an hour for the meeting at 3,” Vox told Victor; his assistant.

“The overlord meeting?” Victor asked, writing on their clipboard.

“No not the overlord meeting, I’m not going anywhere near that shit show,” Vox replied.

“Hey!” Bean said louder.

Vox rolled his eyes, “Give me a minute, my dear.” Bean pouted in the rolling chair.

“I’ll email him right away, oh and Carmilla wanted to know about what’s happening with the Angelic Security System” Victor looked at him.

“What’s the rush? There’s no threat thanks to the princess and her band of housekeepers,” Vox chuckled looking at his phone. Bean let out a loud dramatic sigh, Vox rubbed his temples; “Give me that box and leave” he pointed to a dark blue box, Victor handed it to him then left.

Vox walked over to the demon spinning in his chair, he stood behind it stopping him from spinning; “What are you moaning about?” He looked down at her.

Bean looked up at him smiling, “Do you remember your life before you died?”

“What brought on that?” He raised an eyebrow.

Bean shrugged, “I wanted to know if you could, so I could tell you what I remember.”

“You sure are somethin,” he shakes his head.

“So did you-”

“Would you like to see what I got you,” he interrupted her.

She gasped, “You got me a present?! What did you get me!!!” She squealed.

Vox opened the blue box revealing a gold necklace with his name written in cursive, Bean clapped smiling; “It’s so beautiful!” He put the jewelry around her neck.

Bean admired her neck in her hand mirror, “My dear I need a favor from you,” Vox turned her head to him.

“Okay,” she smiled up at him.

“I need you to be a good girl for me and stop delaying Val’s work, I know he makes you mad; but you can’t keep harming the workers,” Vox smirked, holding her face.

“Well he needs to tell his slutbag employees not to fuck with me,” Bean said sarcastically.

Vox stopped smirking, “I’m serious, I have an important broadcast tonight for the show and I can’t have Val being a baby cause his workers keep going ‘missing’; cut the shit for 24 hours or I can make you,” his voice became distorted. “Are we at an understanding?”

“Whatever,” Bean rolled her eyes, moving out of his grip.

“Hey..” Vox gently grabbed her face again, she looked up with puppy dog eyes; “You’re in my chair.” Bean glares at him before getting up letting him sit.

“You’re a jerk,” she said before Vox pulled her onto his lap. Bean faced him biting her lip.

“Isn’t this a much better seat?” He smirked, putting his hand through her hair.

Bean blushed before kissing him on the cheek.

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“Welcome back to ‘Ravin wit Rave’, we have a returning guest, Bean,” Eric pressed a button on a keyboard making an applause sound. “How ya doin girl?”

“I’m well, nice keyboard;” She glances at it.

“Thanks, Charlie got it for me,” He grinned.

Bean smiles, “Nice..so, why’d invite me here?”

“Well you kind of left me traumatized at the party,” Eric said. “I want the deets.”

“On what?” She smiled nervously.

“You told me that you devoured your step brother, I want the deets on that jazz;” he leaned forward.

Bean’s smile faded, “Oh, I shouldn’t have said that.. that’s not right-”

“Sorry did I cross a line again?” Eric covered the mic, whispering to her.

“No it’s fine I just shouldn’t have told you that, that’s not why I’m here, I ate them; but I didn’t kill them,” she played with her fingers.

“Oh..so the plot thickens..” Eric played a “gasp” sound effect. Bean stared at him with a blank face, “Sorry sorry I’m a gossipy bitch.”

“That’s ok, hell is full of gossipy bitches; but yes the plot is very thick,” she smiled a little.

“But does it get thicker than me?” Eric raised an eyebrow.

Bean laughed, “You’re annoying, I’ll tell you and your viewers something.”

Eric moved to the edge of his seat.

“This story is kind of sad, it’s not like scary stuff, more like I don’t know..”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chicago, Illinois 1980s

I met my step brother Wes when I was 10 years old, he didn’t really like me or my sister at first; I just thought he was an angsty teen..He was but I didn’t really care.

I think he had a problem because his dad liked me more than him…

I don’t know, but his mom had abandoned him or something so he moved in with me and my family. He was there for me, then he started dating Desiree; she babysat my sister. I thought I would be left out of everything since they were older but they included me in lots of things, especially when things at home got bad.

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“What’s the sad part?” Eric asked. Bean was quiet for a moment, looking at her fingers.

“The human mind is…complicated,” she sighs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chicago, Illinois 1995

“I don’t understand!”I cried, Desiree was packing a suitcase.

“It’s not a good idea for you to stay here anymore,” she was frantic, she wouldn’t even look at me.

“You said I could! WES said I could!” I couldn’t believe she was doing this. Was she jealous? Was she cheating on Wes? Did she hate me?

“I can’t do this right now Bean!” She got in my face. “Get out, now!”

I stood there, if she wanted me to leave she’d have to make me; “Where’s Wes? I wanna talk to him.”

“Fine,” Desiree stormed over her closet. I followed her, as soon as she yanked the closet open,

I screamed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Holy shit!” Eric gasped. “She killed him?!”

Bean shakes her head.

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING:MENTIONS OF SUICIDE🚨

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“He took his own life” Desiree handed me a note he had written.

It read:

I’m so tired.

“This makes no sense,” was all I could say. “Wes wouldn’t-”

“Wes was depressed!” She interrupted me. “He promised he was going to get help! He lied!” She started sobbing.

“But.. why is he in the closet?” I was so confused.

“I don’t know, I just found him like this; I thought he was at work” she just stared at his lifeless body.

It wasn’t making sense, I kept staring at the note and something wasn’t right; then it hit me. “This isn’t his handwriting.. it’s not his-”

BANG!

And then there was one, I was alone. With two dead bodies…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Holy crap?! What next! Did you eat the bodies?!” Eric’s mouth was open agape.

“What?! No!” Bean rolled her eyes.

“Well you do eat people,” he crossed his arms.

“Well I didn’t do that to them…I made them pie,” she blushed.

“You mean ‘a pie’ ” Eric corrected.

“No…I made them into a pie,” Bean covered her face embarrassed. It was silent for a moment then Eric burst out laughing, “STTOOOPPPP!!! It’s not funny!!” She whined, starting to laugh.

“Oh Satan, that's hilarious,” He wiped a tear from his eye. “But honestly, that’s a pretty good way to get rid of evidence.”

“I guess,” she shrugged, smiling. “Wait, you never took your hand off your mic,” Bean pointed to Eric’s hand on his mic; he gasped and she started laughing again.

Eric put his head on the table, “Fuck my life.”

“Don’t you mean afterlife?” Bean joked.

“LAME!!!” He screamed before they both laughed.

“Wanna hear another story?” She smirked.

Eric quickly sat up, “Yes!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know you’re quite the storyteller Latte,” Angel smirked, leaning on Bean’s head.

“They’re not stories, but I like narrating; I like to narrate my life,” She smiled.

“You should start your own little segment,” He nudged her.

“No one would listen to that,” Bean looks down at her hands. “I’d look silly.”

“Well I’d listen to it,” Angel smiled at her; “And even if it’s horrible, I got bad insomnia and need somethin to put me to sleep,” he joked.

“Ha ha,” she rolls her eyes. “I can’t do that anyway, Val would want me to work-”

“Screw Val!” Angel interrupted her.

“Um yeah, I already do that,” Bean was confused.

“You know what I mean, I know it’s hard but you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” He put his hands on her shoulders.

Bean doesn’t look at the demon, then looks at him; “I have to.”

Angel’s eyes widened, “Are you in love with-”

“No! I’m not in love with anyone, I’m just…” she sighs putting her head in her hands. “It’s complicated..”

“Is..it..” Angel tapped his chin then gasped, “It’s Vox! You like him!”

Bean covered her face blushing, “Don’t say anything!”

“You don’t want to leave because you like him!” He covered his mouth, “Damn Latte I’m sorry.”

She looked up at him, confused, “What do you mean ‘sorry’?”

“I think you might be getting used,” Angel said.

Bean was silent, she just played with her fingers, “I don’t get it,” she mumbled.

“I don’t either,” He shrugged. “The Vees are sneaky bitches, hot but sneaky; and bitchy.”

“But they saved my life..I don’t understand..” She said sadly.

“I’ve always meant to ask, how’d you get mixed up with the Vees anyway,” Angel put his feet on the couch; lighting a cigarette.

“Well like I said, they saved my life,” she sighed. “I had been beaten and stabbed to near death, those fuckers ripped my leg off for Satan’s sake!”

“Who?!” Angel looked pissed.

“Ray and his bitch ass buddies,” Bean rolled her eyes. “Anyway-“

“Wait!” He interrupted. “You have a fake leg?” Bean grabbed one of his lower arms and put it on her lower leg.

“That’s metal, and this,” She pulled on her skin; “It’s rubber.”

Angel pulled her leg making her lay down, he examined it, “You mean to tell me that Vox can make fake limbs?” He knocked on her fake leg, “You feel that?”

“No,” Bean sat up rolling her eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” He crossed his arms.

“Can I finish?” She whined.

“Okay geez,” he put his arms up in surrender.

She cleared her throat, “Anyway Val brought me to V-Tower, the Vees nursed me back to health; they would come in and do my hair and give me clothes- What?” Bean noticed Angel’s bored face.

“Nothin’ this just feels like a story I’ve heard before,” he leans on his arm. “Proceed.”

“Vox would come in a lot more than Valentino and Velvette, we got pretty personal,” Bean blushed.

“Personal huh,” Angel smirked. “And..uh what does pretty personal mean?”

“We didn’t really do anything, we never do,” she shrugged.

“Really?” Angel wasn’t convinced. “Then what the hell-”

“We were just talking, I just got hot and took my shirt off,” Bean said feeling embarrassed.

“You find yourself in the weirdest situations,” he raised an eyebrow. Bean just shrugged, she didn’t know what he meant by that.

“Anyway we just talked, he’d come in to talk, he would ask me how I felt and things I wanted,” Bean blushed thinking about their time together. “But one day he just stopped coming, he would barely talk to me; and I don’t know why,” she looked down glassy eyed.

Angel sighed, he couldn’t help but feel bad; Val had seemed like the best person at one point in his life. He had given him everything, money, fame and what he used to think was love. “Hey come on, don’t cry;” he put his arm around her as she wiped her face with her.

“It is just so hard,” she cried. “I’m trying so hard.”

He grabs her shoulders, “Look at me,” she looks up at Angel crying and hiccuping. “We. Do. Not. Stress. For.These. Men.”

“Are you serious? You’d do anything or anyone for men,” she laughed.

“I get paid to do anybody AND anything toots, you give out for free,” he crosses his arms.

Bean rolls her eyes, “I do not.”

“Ya too sweet toots, try bein a bitch; or at least bitter I don’t know,” Angel shrugged.

“I am a bitch! I’m practically at cunt!” Bean’s voice got higher. Angel looked the short demon up and down, she was like a toddler; all she had to do was start stomping her foot. “I’m serious! I’ve literally killed people.”

Angel burst out laughing, “Okay Latte, you a killer!” He continued laughing.

“It’s true! Tiffany, Dymond, Ray! And some guy I forgot his name,” she said loudly.

“Okay first off, they would have told Val, and second; even if you did you are too small to do it by yourself,” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Do you really think Val would care? And I had a little help I guess..” Bean sighed. “I just get so mad and I don’t know how to control myself.”

“You wanna know what I do when I get pissed?” He put a hand on her shoulder.

“Drugs?” She looked at him innocently.

“I do that all the time, I just spend time with people that care about me,” Angel smiled.

“Oh..okay!” Bean stood up smiling.

“Where ya goin?” He said.

“To spend time with my best friend,” this made Angel smile. “Barktholomew!” He frowned watching her leave.

“Cunt my ass.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” Bean sat on the floor feeding Barktholomew cookies, “You know I decided to hang out with you today and all you want are..” She looked at the name on the package, which was only one letter written in black. “V’s cookies, it’s a bit rude.”

She continued to feed him the cookies when Bean felt a dark presence behind her. “I will never understand how you can spend hours on end with that mutt for hours on end,” a voice came from behind her. Bean turned to see Alastor leaning on his mic stick thing, she hadn’t decided what it was.

“Alastor! Sa tchob byen?” Bean smiled standing up.

Translation: Alastor! How’s it going?

“Oh you've been practicing!” Alastor said proudly.

“Nah, I only know that,” she said flattered. “Do you know who ‘V’ could be?” She showed him the package.

The radio demon just stared for a moment, “No idea,” He shrugged, Bean also shrugged before eating a cookie. “Why are you on the floor?”

“Angel said I should spend more time with the people I care about,” she hugged her dog.

“I’m sure he meant with actual people, not mutts you consider people,” he said with a smug grin.

The blue demon looked at him with a straight face, “Is your default just being a dick? Are you trying to make up for something else that might not be so big?” She smirked, wiggling her pinky.

Alastor looked at her, his eyes narrowing; “My my such crude words, from such a small child.”

Bean frowned, “I am NOT a child.”

“Then maybe don’t act like it,” He responded.

“Are you serious?” She scoffed. “People here literally rip each other apart, and you talk to anyone ANYWAY you want; but I make a dick joke and-” Bean was cut off by the Radio Demon walking up to her, he was smiling but there was anger in his eyes.

“You can talk to whoever you want however you want, but when talking to me you will talk to me with respect, do you understand?” He glared down at her, she glared back up at him not saying a word.

Bean sighed, “Whatever.”

“Good girl,” he pat her on the head.

“I bet you had TONS of friends,” she rolls her eyes.

“Why yes I have loads of friends,” Alastor smirks.

“Fine, name a friend you have not been attracted to, or was attracted to you, or had sex with,” Bean leaned on the counter Alastor opened his mouth. “AND a friend who isn’t a mother figure,” she finished.

He was silent for a moment, tapping his chin, “Where are your friends? Hmmmm,” he changed the subject.

“Um hello, one of them is right here,” Bean gestured to an empty spot on the floor where Barktholomew sat; she gasped.

“How sad,” he shook his head.

“Whatever, I bet your only friend was your mom,” she crossed her arms.

“Jealous?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, cause my friend was my dad,” Bean stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’d rather my mom thank you,” Alastor responded.

“Mama’s boy,” she mumbled before going on her phone.

Alastor decided to say nothing, it was like arguing with a toddler, she always has to have the last word.

Bean fiddled with her necklace, “What was your mom like? I’m sure she was somethin special if she was your best friend,” she looked at him.

“I told you that I have loads of friends, and my mother holds a very special place in my heart, it was always me and her against the world; she taught me everything I know,”Alastor responded feeling nostalgic. His mother was his world, her face was one he could never forget.

“Awe how sweet,” Bean smiled, she looked at him in admiration. “Tell me more.”

“Oh I could go on forever my dear, let me hear more about you,” Alastor eyed the gold necklace she was fiddling with. “That’s a lovely necklace, who gave it to you?”

“Oh um Vox,” She blushed. “He gave it to me for being-”

“A good little girl?” He rolled his eyes. Alastor knew how the Vees were, their little workers did things for them and they got whatever their hearts desired.

“No they helped me out, and I work for them; and I get nice things,” Bean looked down at the necklace.

“Seems like you owe lots of people,” he leaned on the counter.

“Well yeah, like you told me to kill Ray and Dymond, and you just spend time with me,” She smiled. “I help you so you help me.”

“I did not tell you to kill them, I only said ‘that’s what I would do’ you didn’t have to do it;” he raised an eyebrow. What kind of game was she playing? “Take accountability my dear, you were upset, and I told you to find a way to relieve that anger.”

Bean looked at the floor, she thought that’s what he wanted. “I don’t understand, what do you want then?”

“I just want your company, I was just trying to help,” he explained.

“Company? That’s it?” She sounded confused, like she couldn’t comprehend a man not wanting sexual favors from her.

“That’s all, I’m sorry to disappoint cher but I’m taken, I thought you knew this,” Alastor watched the blue demon turn red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry..I know that, I don’t want you like that,” she hid her face.

For a moment it was silent, Alastor thought about changing the subject. But before he could do so Bean uncovered her face, “Do you remember your life before you died?”

“I remember some things, however some memories are blurry,” he tried to think about it. He mostly remembered his lovely mother and the time they spent together, his awful father and the things he’d do to them. Alastor remembered his killings; however he had forgotten why he killed most of them. “Mostly good ones, but bad memories do haunt me sometimes.”

“I don’t have a lot of clear memories, it’s like a dream; the memories mix into each other. So sometimes things that happened in 1993 will just mix with things that happened in 1989,” Bean explained.

“Anything happened in those two years?” He asked.

“Well 1993 was when I was studying abroad in Europe and 1989-”

“I’m sorry, studying a what?” Alastor tilted his head in confusion.

“Studying abroad, ya know going to college in a different country for a year?” She explained to a still confused Alastor. “Didn’t you go to college? You’re like 40 or something.”

“I didn’t even go to high school, what makes you think I went to college?” He raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged “Whatever, anyway 1989 was just when my sister went missing.”

“You don’t seem too concerned.”

“Well for starters, she wasn’t even my blood sister; that was my stepdad and my mom’s kid and she was a major bitch, she defended her dad till her disappearance,” Bean crossed her arms.

“Oh my someone was jealous,” Alastor said smugly. “Wasn’t getting enough attention?”

She rolled her eyes, “More like too much attention, I studied abroad to get away from the ‘attention’.”

“I see..” Alastor said, understanding what she meant. “What’d your mother do when she found out?”

Bean took a breath, “She said ‘Can we not talk about this? I hear enough every night’.”

Alastor’s eyes widened, “And…this man is still amongst the living?”

“No, at least I don’t think so,” Bean smirked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chicago, Illinois 1995

Bean ran into the bathroom covered in blood, she paced around the room hyperventilating.

“Well I didn’t expect that,” the woman watched the young woman. “You know you didn’t have to take the gun, or bake them…”

“I didn’t know what to do!” Bean yelled. “I already touched their bodies! Do you have their souls?”

“No, you didn’t kill them, so I don’t own them; remember our deal, you collect souls for me and I protect you”

“Ugh!!” Bean sat on the ground, this had to be a nightmare.

At that moment the bathroom door swung open, her stepdad stood in the doorway, “Get out!” She yelled standing back up.

“You know you’re pathetic,” he slammed the door. “Your mom is talking about calling the police, what did you say to her?”

“The only thing I told her was that your son was dead,” Bean crossed her arms looking up at him. She wasn’t afraid, not anymore.

“Why would you feel the need to talk about my son?” He towered over her.

She smirked, “You forgot your gun.” Without saying another word, Bean pulled the gun from her back pocket shooting her stepdad in his face. His lifeless body fell to the ground, looking down at him Bean began emptying the chamber into his face. She stared down at the bloody mess she made when a banging at the door made her look up.

“CPD OPEN UP!”

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“And.. that was my last day on earth,” Bean smiled.

“Have you ever thought that your unhealthy relationship with men is because of your stepfather?” Alastor asked.

“I- wait huh?” Bean was confused. What’d her relationship now have to do with killing her stepdad?

“Nothing.. I sound like Vera,” Alastor mumbled.

“Who’s Vera?” She asked.

Alastor emits microphone feedback, “Uh..”

Bean gasped, “Wait?! Vera is…your mom, you were comfortable enough with her to call her by her name; that’s so sweet.”

“Um..sure,” Alastor said, she was a sweet girl but she wasn’t the smartest. “Have you ever had ANY happy memories?” He changed the subject.

“Well I have vague memories, like I have this memory from when I was really small; my dad was singing this song to me, it kind of went like ‘You know I can’t smile without you, I can’t smile without you, I can’t laugh and I can’t sing, I’m finding it hard to do anything’,” She sang. “I feel happier already.”

“I’ve never heard of that song before,” Alastor thought about it. “Would you teach it to me?”

“Really?!” Bean’s eyes lit up.

Alastor nodded as the excited demon began to teach him the song.

She was a sweet kid, a sweet kid who needed guidance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“My sister and I had a conversation about coexisting, she was just jealous that she didn’t get to live the life I had, turns out having a civil conversation was all that we needed,” Erin smiled at Estelle, a beautiful siren that Erin looked up to.

“That’s great, I’m glad you and your sister are getting along; but all I asked was for you to put your feet in the water,” Estelle smiled.

She was in Alastor’s lake, trying to help Erin; she was pretty pale for a siren, and was also afraid of water. Lots of sirens had water related deaths, but most of them couldn’t stay out of the water.

“Oh, right,” Erin looked at the water. “Welp, here it goes-” before her foot even touched the door opened, Alastor walked into the room with a blue demon.

“And that’s why Vox hates me,” he said.

“Why do I feel like that’s not true?” The girl looked up at him confused.

Erin gasped running over to the demons, “Bean, oh my gosh!” She hugs her.

“Ellie my dear, don’t you look as radiant as ever?” Alastor walked over to Estelle kissing her hand.

“Now Allie, is there something you need?” She looked up at him.

“Can’t a man compliment his lovely best friend,” Alastor grinned. Estelle smiled warmly rolling her eyes, “However I do need some assistance cher.”

“Aha!” She pointed at the Radio Demon. “What do you need, my love?”

“See that lovely young lady over there?” He gestured to Bean who was talking and laughing with Erin. “I need you to persuade her.”

“Persuade her?” Estelle raised an eyebrow.

“She has strong feelings…for Vox.”

“Hm,” Her eyes widened. Estelle wasn’t a huge fan of the Vees, Vox was a bit much but this girl sees something in him; “You want me to persuade her to not like him?” She asked.

“I love how smart you are,” Alastor’s smile widened.

“Allie…I can’t just tell someone not to love who they love, but I suppose I can give advice if she helps me with Erin,” Estelle looked up at the demon.

“Fair enough my dear,” Alastor booped her nose. “Bean, come here,” Bean and Erin walked over to the older demons.

“Can I show her my Creole?” Bean asked.

“No, I want you to meet my lovely friend Estelle,” Alastor gestured to his childhood friend as she waved.

“What’s happening?” Bean looked confused.

“I suppose Alastor thinks you have boy trouble,” Estelle replied. The blue demon glared at him.

“Are we talking about boys?!” Erin squealed.

“We are if you put your feet in the water,” Estelle smiled at her.

Erin frowned, taking a step back. “Can you not swim?” Bean asked. “But aren’t you a mermaid?”

“Siren,” Erin corrected her.

“Let me help you! I can swim!” Bean offered grinning. “And she can help you too, she’s also a mermaid!”

“Siren,” both Erin and Estelle said.

Alastor cleared his throat, “Well it seems like you ladies are acquainted, I’m going to give you some space,” he sat in his armchair; taking out a book.

Estelle rolled her eyes then looked at the girls, “Erin come,” Erin sits in the grass, Estelle holds her hands. “I want you to know that it’s okay to be afraid, there are things I’m afraid of; but you’re drying out. Soon showers and drinking water won’t be enough, please; let me help you,” she stared at her.

“Okay…I’ll try,” Erin sighs before slowly putting her feet in the lake. The girls watched and Alastor peeked over his book, Erin’s feet began to become scaly.

“Now get in, it’s gonna be fine,” Bean said as Erin started to get into the water holding onto Estelle.

“What now?” Erin asked them.

“Look,” Estelle pointed to Erin’s silvery blue tail coming out of the water.

Erin gasped, “I’ve never seen it so shiny.”

“I am so jealous, wish I was a siren,” Bean admired her tail.

“No, I'm jealous!” Erin leaned on the edge. “Who’s your bf?!”

“Tell us who this new Vox is,” Estelle leaned forward intriguingly.

“Well, I don’t really know,” Bean looked at the gold necklace around her neck. “I don’t think he’s new or anything, he’s just-”

“As annoying as ever,” Alastor interrupted.

Estelle splashed water towards him, “Shush you.”

“I don’t know what he’s like, we have these conversations where I think he also has feelings, but then he treats me like any other employee working there; it’s confusing,” Bean sighs.

“Is he ghosting you?” Erin said before Estelle could say anything.

“Ghosting?” Bean tilted her head.

“Like ignoring your texts and phone calls, stuff like that,” Erin explained.

“I don’t know, I texted how he was and he just texted a thumbs up,” Bean shrugged.

Estelle listened to the younger demons bicker about what the thumbs up meant, “Hey!” The girls looked at her. She was honestly surprised that worked, “You should talk to him, if you love him don’t wait; it might be too late if you wait too long.”

“I just don’t want to look like a silly little girl,” Bean looked at the ground. “I’m always treated like a kid, I’m not a kid.”

“Tell him that, stand your ground, and if decides to..to well I guess be Vox-”

“I’ll kill him,” Alastor closes his book. Estelle looks at him with her hands on her hips.

“Ugh! This is hard!” Bean put her head in her hands.

“I know right!” Erin sat next to her. “When I was alive this boy named Sam gave me a rose and said I was the one and that he could feel it, apparently he was giving every girl a rose!”

“Awe.. how tragic,” Alastor put his hand on his heart. “This is why I don’t trust men.”

Estelle stared at him with a straight face, “Go back to your book.”

“Actually it wasn’t tragic, I was the only one that got a real rose, the other girls got plastic ones,” Erin continued. “Guys are complicated, they do things the hard way instead of just asking for help.”

“And that’s why you should talk to him,” Estelle smiles at a hopeful looking Bean. “Help him out, a little.”

“Thank you so much!” She stood up walking to the door.

“Thanks for helping me!” Erin smiled.

“I did nothing but no problem!” Bean waved at them before leaving.

Estelle smiled before looking at her friend, who had worry in his eyes, “Allie,” she got his attention. “She’ll be fine.”

His smile widened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bean walked through the halls of V-Tower, there were a lot of reporters around, some from “666 News” and other news stations she had never heard of. She was nervous but if didn’t do this now, she might forget. Walking backstage of the set Bean saw him, he was so tall and so handsome and unapproachable and he looked up at her and holy shit she couldn’t do it!

Bean left the set, her heart was beating a mile an hour or second or whatever; her face was warming up the longer she stayed near the set. She started down the hall away from the set, the reporters, from everything. Bean wasn’t too sure what she wanted, she took out her phone, scrolling through her and Vox’s text thread. Something that bothered her, she texted him more than he texted her.

What if she was the girl with the fake rose?

What if she wasn’t the one?

What if she wasn’t special?

Maybe the truth was just that, she just wasn’t any of those things. Bean sat on the hallway floor, then the worst thing happened; she started crying. CRYING. IN. PUBLIC! She tried to rush through the cries and sobs.

“Yeah he gets so dramatic about the guy Carmilla, I don’t know,” Bean heard a voice coming down the hall.

“Fuck,” she quickly stood up.

Valentino was walking down the hallway talking on the phone, “¡Eres una perra brutal!” He laughed.

Translation: You are a brutal bitch!

Bean leaned against the wall trying to look cool or something, Valentino stopped laughing when he saw her, “I’ll call you later,” he hung up. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Just chillin,” she shrugged.

“Were you the one sobbing earlier? He narrowed his eyes at her. Bean never understood if he did that because he didn’t believe her, or because he couldn’t see.

She shook her head holding back tears, Valentino looked down at her annoyed, “You know you’re pathetic right.”

“No I’m not,” she mumbled.

Valentino leaned down to her level, “Yes, you are; come.” He started down the hall, Bean slowly followed after him.

They arrived in his room, it felt weird being in there; but also strange cause she had been in this room a lot.

“You know I gave you everything, and you always ran away,” he scoffed, handing her tissues. “You know who that reminds me of?” Val sat on the bed next to her.

“Angel?” Bean rolled her eyes not looking at him.

“Me,” he said, making her look at him. “When I was alive I had to do anything to keep my family from starving. When I was about 14 or 15 my mother met this nice man, who promised to give us whatever we needed and whatever; all I had to do was do whatever he said. He sold me to many people, whoever was willing to pay could get me; one day I had enough and ran away. I didn’t know where I was, or where to go so I went back.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Bean looked away again.

He turned her face to his, “You came back, that’s someone who knows what they need is more important than how they feel.”

Bean was silent for a moment, she didn’t know what to say or how to feel. “But I have somewhere to go..”

“Oh the hotel? Let me ask you something, do you think Chandler knows what it’s like to be us? To have all this baggage and not know what to do with it?” He was in her face.

“Who’s Chandler?” Bean tilted her head.

“Are you listening?” Val looked at her with a straight face.

“I think,” she said confused. “I mean, I’m sorry that stuff happened to you but, we’re nothing alike.”

“How?”

“You are a pimp and porn director, I was homeless and got my fucking leg ripped off! I have one leg Val, ONE! You have like ten,” she crossed her arms.

“And look at you now, you’re not homeless and you’re pretty famous,” he grinned. “You keep looking at the negatives baby.”

“You sound like my fucking stepdad,” She mumbled.

“Awe..is that why you’re so pissy? Daddy issues?” Val pinches her cheek.

“Fuck off,” Bean pulls away but is pulled back by Val.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF 🍇 , SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE🚨

(Skip bold font if not comfortable)

“I bet you got the nicest shit and all you had to do was lay there and let daddy play with you,” he trailed his finger from her lips to her shirt.

“Stop,” she was on the verge of tears.

“You loved getting that stuff, but hated the aftermath,” he took down one of her straps. “Or maybe..” Val gripped her by her hair. “Maybe you liked it, liked having what mommy couldn’t?”

“NO! I DIDN’T! FUCK OFF!” Bean screamed, trying as hard as she could to get out of his grip, but failing.

“I know,” he smirked. “You feel powerless don’t you?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” She yelled. Val stayed quiet waiting for an answer. “Yes..”

He pushes Bean onto the bed, “Frustrating isn’t it?” He laid on top of her caressing her face. “I bet you wanna rip my fucking head off don’t you?” She just stared, not answering him, “You don’t need some hotel, or Angel, and you don’t need Vox. You wanna be a top? Stop standing behind everyone and take control.”

Bean tried pushing Val off but her arms were pinned to the bed, “Nice try,” he said smugly before kissing her, she started making out with him.

Val starts to bite her neck, Bean moans as he lifts up her dress and pulls her panties down. He begins to thrust into her making her gasp, she wraps her legs around his waist.

The harder he thrusted the angrier Bean got, all she could think about was him; coming into her room, getting on top of her, hitting her and her mom knowing about it. Ugh and Val.. someone did need to tear him to pieces. However he was right about one thing..

It was time she took control.

(Hey Hey, first things first; Estelle is not my OC , she belongs to @virydia *thank you for letting me put her in my story*. I know it’s been awhile but I finally got the chance to finish the chapter, the next chapter is the last, I was thinking of doing a sequel to this; imma give my girl the ending she deserves. This is the song Bean was teaching Alastor.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel characters #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin oc #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin #hazbin hotel original character #writers on tumblr #Spotify

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clovcherry · 2 years

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guys... what if....camgirl reader... x luxiem....

I have no name for this

pairing: camgirl!reader x luxiem

t/w: afab!reader, implied mutual masturbation, stomach bulge, dub-con???, lowkey himbo luca, blow job (m receiving), unprotected sex, nudes sending, size kink

a/n: thank you for 300 followers!!! I appreciate all your support <3

vox akuma

he can never get over how gorgeous you are, he's always there for your streams. he has never once missed your streams, he's also your biggest donor.

"thank you milord for the dono!" your voice laced with honey, you were just so beautiful. you had a oh so lovely black and red lingerie that you wore specifically for vox. I mean how can you not after he privately transferred you a few hundred dollars? and he's your biggest supporter, gotta show him some love!

he couldn't take his eyes off you, the way your the lingerie perfectly shapes your curves, the light makeup that adorns your face just brought it all together.

he'd always find himself stroking his erection to the way you would circle your fingers around your hole before slowly inserting it, letting out a sweet moan. he could never stop imagining himself having you bent over his desk. your wrists held behind your back between his hands as he pounds into you ruthlessly.

he fantasizes about how you'd react to him rubbing the tip of his cock against your sweetspot, the way your back arches, your head tilting back towards him. he would see the way your eyes rolling to the back of your head. oh and that lingerie of yours? he would've stripped your panties off so quickly and shove them into his pockets. p.s. he kept the bra on, he thinks its hot.

ike eveland

he's a lurker. he hates to admit it because he finds it super embarrassing. but he can never take his eyes off your body, or stop listening to your melodic moans. it doesn't mean he doesn't interact with you at all.

he's a private donor, you've performed for him countless times off stream. he offered you a hefty price for it and you weren't about to say no! you've always imagined what he'd look like, through your video calls together you've always enjoyed listening to his voice. he sounded a little familiar.

in your video calls together, he'd only show the bottom half of his body, at first you honestly thought he would be some weird old man. but he truly proved you wrong, of course he wasn't ripped but his size was no joke.

sometimes when he's feeling confident, he'd ask you to use a dildo that's the same size of his cock. he absolutely loves the way it makes your stomach bulge a little, you'd always moan out a little, "i-it's too big," you were just the cutest.

luca kaneshiro

he spoils you. anything you ask for you get it. you'd mention on your stream that your mics a little peaky, a huge sum of donation pops up. "thank you mr kaneshiro! I'll make sure to send you a special video," you winked into the camera, lucas heart just exploded.

the two of you actually chatted a lot, you don't usually get too personal with your viewers but it just felt different with luca. you could speak to him naturally, completely forgetting the fact that the watches you touch yourself live.

"who's that behind me?" you read out a comment as you sat on lucas lap half naked and looking all pretty.

"he's a.. special guest," lucas large hands roamed your body, your head rested against his wide chest, listening to the way his heart was racing.

your viewers were going wild, you have never had such a high viewer count.

"can you show his face??"

"this guys living my dream right now"

"god he's hot"

"that should've been me :('

the comments were all over the place, you couldn't even read them properly. you held lucas hand in yours as you gave him a tight squeeze, your way of reassuring him that he'll be fine.

you pulled down his sweats, getting out an audible gasp as you stared at the size of his grith. you whispered to him in a panicked state, "I don't think its gonna fit!". luca was so embarrassed.. he didn't know he was that big and neither did he think you'd react like this!

"j-just try it," he whispered back, his face flushed. you turned your face to him with your eyes wide, "you can't just do it raw- ah!" you felt his tip prod your hole before sliding into you. "w-wait, it hurts!" you cried out, the stretch was burning. "i-i'm sorry I panicked!"

you let out a quiet laugh before kissing him on his lips. he's such a himbo...

shu yamino

just like ike, he's a lurker. he generally doesn't have much sexual desires but when he found you, it fueled him so much. he often sends you donos when your not streaming to hide the embarrassment. this lead to him receiving "special service" as you liked to call it.

he refused to go onto videocalls with you but he was fine with voice call, he stuttered a lot while talking to you and you found it so cute!

it's only until the day where you were streaming and let shu control the sex toy. shu specifically bought you a sex machine that allows him to control it on his phone, he even went out of his way to measure the size of his erection to buy it 💀

"hi everyone~ today we have a special gift from a special person!" you smiled to the camera with a large box sitting beside you on the bed. as you unboxed it and pulled out the machine, you let out a loud gasp.

"I don't think I've ever put anything that big in me before.." you laughed nervously. while shu was having the time of his life imagining how good you'll feel when he turns the machine on.

shu also loves to clip your streams, especially the moment when you would prep yourself for the machine he was going to fuck you with.

positioning the machine upright, you got onto all fours on your bed. the camera had a full view of your rear and the machine, you turned your head back, holding the tip of the silicone dick against your wet sex.

slowly, you slid it into you, letting out moans of satisfaction. the stretch of the wide grith had you mewling. once it was fully bottomed out, you expected shu press the highest setting. but no. he presses the lowest one. fucking you slow and sensually.

"p-please faster," you whimpered out, the wide grith dragging against your wet walls had your knees wobbly. your viewers were loving the show, you begging for the mysterious person to fuck you harder.

shu let out a soft moan as he stroked his cock according to the speed the machine was fucking you at. "(N-Name), god.." he groaned. his finger pressing onto the highest setting on the app. you let out a loud moan as you felt the silicone cock pounding into you at an animalistic speed.

shus ears perked up when he heard something. did you just moan his name?? his face was flushed. he was full on blushing while you were getting fucked stupid by a machine.

mysta rias

he's a super active viewer. he comments on your streams daily, he showers you with gifts whenever he can.

you message him daily since he's your biggest donor, always texting him a good morning whenever you wake up and sometimes even showing him what you're having for dinner. he finds it so cute how you're almost an entirely different person off stream.

but it doesn't mean you don't send him special pictures, he has countless pictures of you saved. one of you in an orange and white lingerie, another of you in fishnet stockings and his most treasured one. a video of you moaning his name while fingering yourself.

eventually, you asked him out on a date. and mysta did not disappoint. he brought you on a shopping spree. he let you buy anything you want, but in return, he gets to pick the next lingerie you wear in your stream and a little "present".

and there the two of you were, in the toilet in the shopping centre. as mysta sat on the toilet seat (with the lid on of course 💀), you were in-between his legs. giving him the best blow job he has ever received.

the way you were running your tongue up and down from the sides of his cock, you'd look up to him with your those innocent doe eyes.

#luxiem x reader #shu yamino x reader #luxiem #luxiem smut #nijisanji x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca smut #vox akuma #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu smut #ike smut #vox smut #mysta smut

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moose-muffin · 7 months

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yo, i think i have some for Velvette and Charlie ig

Velvette is a very teasy Ler and a bratty Lee

Her worst spots are her underarms

She LOVES to Target Vox ever since she found out he was incredibly ticklish

I SWEAR she is the one to Bang her fists on the ground because "it tickles so Bad"

She squeals while laughing loudly. No Questions asked.

She WILL and CAN Target your worst spots.

Her laughs become really high-pitched if You Target her underarms LOL-

Teases You all while wrecking the living hell out of ya.

As for Charlie-

She adores tickling Vaggie, they often get into Tickle fights

Speaking of Tickle fights she and Lucifer always had little Tickle fights when she was little, for fun OR when she was feeling down

Her worst spots are her belly and Ribs

She on rare times takes the role of the Tickle monster (or most times)

Well that's all i have for now!

You might recognize me with this.

-🐝

OH MY GOODNESS???? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE THEYRE SO PRECIOUS HELLO!!!

VELEVETTE IS ACTUALLY AN ICON I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND HER LER STATUS IS ACTUALLY EVER PRESENT LIKE!!!

AND THAT SHOWS IN HER BRATTY LEE VIBES TOO HEHE UR SO RIGHT!! SHE IS SO COMBATIVE BUT ALSO SUPER GIGGLY!!! I LOVE THAT SHE WOULD BANG HER FISTS, MIGHT I ADD SHE WOULD KICK HER LEGS TOO? I THINK ITS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE

ALSO YES SHE TICKLES VOX ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND LETS JUST SAY EVEN THO HE S A Y S HE HATES IT, WE ALL KNOW HES A LIAR AND A DECEIVER ☺️

SHE IS SOOOOO TEASY!!!! AGREED 1000% I WOULD SAY SHES VERY MUCH A FAN OF TEASING THEM ABOUT JUST HOW TICKLISH THEY ARE?? SHE LOVES COMMENTING ON THEIR REACTIONS TO THE TOUCH. SHE MIGHT TEASE YOU ABOUT LIKING IT (especially if your name starts with a V and ends with ox)

(Very quick Valentino mention, feel free to skip if it’s not ur thing. not a Val apologist, I have just always been a villain enjoyer. his character is very interesting. Also four arms) Val and Vel teaming up as lers is actually a crazy collab that would send Vox into an early grave or I guess you know, just make him very flustered. see how I add Vox to everything i am so sorry please don’t worry about it 😍 (i am so horrendously lee and ler for that man)

BUT YES! VELVETTE IS DEF TICKLISH! I HC SHE CAN KIND OF TURN IT OFF? LIKE PRETEND SHES NOT TICKLISH! SHES REALLY GOOD AT IT TOO, BUT IF YOU GET HER ARMPITS… SHES COOKED 😚 OR ALSO I FEEL LIKE HER KNEES ARE HELLA SENSITIVE TOO!! GOD I LOVE HER!!

CHARLIE!!!!!!

MY BELOVED, SHE LOVES TICKLES ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!!!

HER AND VAGGIES TICKLE FIGHTS ARE THE BEST?? BC VAGGIE KNOWS CHARLIE LOVES IT AND SO THEY HAVE LIKE BIGGGG TICKLE FIGHTS. LASTS FOR LIKE THE DAY SOMETIMES (THEY DO LIKE HIDE AND SEEK TYPE STUFF. CHARLIE ENJOYS THE BUILDUP AND THE IDEA OF TICKLE GAMES AND VAGGIE IS HAPPY TO OBLIGE WHETHER IT BE GIVING OR RECIEVING!)

One time they got into one of these and of course ended up getting the whole hotel involved <3 (OH AND NOW IM THINKING ABOUT THIS CONCEPT ON A GREATER SCALE I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO EXPAND ON THIS LATER)

Vaggie def prefers to be the ler but she loves watching Charlie’s face light up when she lets her tickle her (sorry this sounds so busted 😭 basically Vaggie is a softie for when Charlie tickles her bc Charlie gets really excited about it and has a lotta fun)

Charlie is absolutely shameless about loving tickles (kinda stealing from @kt-the-lee hi honey 😽) she is not embarrassed in the slightest and it’s just such a normal part of her identity it’s beautiful

She is also a very gentle ler. She is so excited about tickles all the time but absolutely does understand it’s not for everybody. (If I’m being 100% canon she prooobably had to learn this one the hard way and felt bad but whoever it was gave her a hug and of course forgave her bc they knew she meant well! They also probably tickled her too just to ease her anxiety <3)

The Lucifer one is very wholeosme and sweetie. I’m not big on family tickles personally but adorable nonetheless <3

HER BELLY AND RIBS BEING BAD SPOTS AWWW!! ID SAY TICKLISH NECK TOO <3 SENSITIVE AF AND SUPER GIGGLY IF YOU TICKLE HER THERE!

APOLOGIES FOR TAKING AGES TO RESPOND. THANK YOU FOR THE HCS THESE ARE ADORABLE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RANDOM ADDITIONS. IM NOT SURE I KNOW WHO THIS IS FROM YET BUT HIIII OMG

#madi’s answers!!#madis hcs up in here #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!velvette #ler!velvette #lee!charlie #ler!charlie #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE HCS I LOVE THEM AWWW

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storm-angel989 · 5 months

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Outside The Office Part Thirty One

TW: Valentino, Drugging, Sex.

Enjoy <3

The bright lights of Valentino’s newest club flashed as we made our way across the floor. The music vibrated in my chest as I slid into the booth.

“Water for me, Val. Please.” I said quietly as the server appeared. I laid my head on his shoulder. I truly, truly didn’t feel like being out. Staying home by myself wasn’t an option. And according to my vitals, neither was the coffee I so desperately craved. So here I sat, the sober one amongst the chaos.

To his credit, Valentino gave me the choice- call Lucifer and he could come hang out with me- and by that he meant babysit, or I could go with him and the others. It was opening night of his newest club after all, and as the owner he needed to be there.

“I’m trying something- mi amore. A new business model, so to speak.” He said as he got himself ready for the night. “I need Vox and Vel by my side. And normally I would leave you behind, but giving your…difficult day, I simply cannot justify leaving you alone. And if you’d rather come with us, there is something we need to discuss.” He turned to me and caressed my cheek. “If I kiss you- harshly, roughly, and you see red trickle down from the corner of my mouth, that’s the signal for you to get close to me and stay there. Understood?”

He waited for me to nod and his tone shifted to something much more serious. He cupped my chin and locked eyes with me.

“Princessa. I will degrade you- verbally. I will speak as though you don’t matter to me. Know it’s a lie. Know that I’m doing it because if they think you’re anything more than my favorite toy, you become even more of a target than you already are. With this knowledge, are you sure you want to come with us?”

I nodded.

“Good.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “This setup is different, mi amore. If you’re not in the booth with one of us, you’re at one of our sides. Got it?”

Valentino snapped his fingers, barked an order and instantly, a server appeared with a glass of iced water. I accepted with a thank you and took a sip as I surveyed the scene. There would be no soul contracting tonight, Valentino had been clear on that. His concentration needed to be here, at the club. He had a job he needed to do.

I sank back against the seat and watched as he stood up and walked through the room. Valentino had a presence- people stepped aside as he sashayed across the dance floor. Bartenders move to be sure they took his order first and foremost. He whispered, touched, spoke and caressed without a single falter. I watched as he wrapped his arm around a demon and led her to the back. I felt that familiar twinge of envy.

“It’s not love, you know.” Velvette’s voice broke through my thoughts. “It’s lust.”

“Does he…contract souls already in hell?” I asked as I watched him vanish behind closed doors. “I mean, I’ve seen him contact souls on their way here. But…”

“Yes. Val makes his money by contacting beautiful demons to work with him in exchange for half or whole of their soul along with the souls who haven’t quite passed yet. It’s impossible to know with those souls if they’ll end up the look he requires so, sometimes he has to contact directly in hell.” Velvette answered as she sipped her drink. “Don’t overthink it.”

It was hard not to, wondering what exactly went on behind those closed doors. I stirred my water and resigned myself to waiting.

“Do you want to dance?” Velvette asked after a few moments of silence,“we can go find Vox!”

I shook my head. “No but you can. I won’t go anywhere, promise.”

She rolled her eyes and lifted her drink. “Yeah because you’ve historically done so well left unattended.”

I winced at the sarcasm in her voice, but chose to ignore her as I continued to study the club scene. Something was different from his other clubs. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Care to partake?” A demon with bunny ears approached and offered me a sectioned out tray. Tiny gold jars. Tightly wrapped cigars. Longer red boxes.

Confusion washed over me. “What is it?”

“No. Now shoo. And don’t offer it to her again,” Velvette snapped. “Or Valentino will hear about it.”

The waitress bowed away. I looked at Velvette and she shook her head.

“Val’s newest idea. Drugs directly available at the primary source. Bit of an up charge, but patrons won’t mind paying when they’re a few drinks in and it’s convenient. Brilliant business plan really.” She shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

Ah. So that’s why Valentino was insistent he be here. Great business venture, but definitely had the potential to be a tricky one. Drugs, alcohol, mixed with his clientele had the potential to be a violent mix at best.

“Ah Princessa. Doing okay?” Valentino asked as he slid next to me. He leaned over and turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. Dominantly. His eyes met mine and instantly I knew.

Red saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as soon as he pulled away, giving the impression he had drugged me. I leaned myself into him and twisted my fingers into his jacket. I watched Velvette shift her attention to where Vox was, and he quietly rejoined the table.

“Aww, too much, Princessa?” He asked in a teasing tone. “So fucked up on Daddy’s drugs, it’s almost cute,” he purred loudly, his palm resting on the back of my head.

I felt his fingers run roughly through my hair and he shoved my face against his chest as footsteps approached. Curled against his protective grasp, I felt that familiar pang of warmth in my tummy.

God, he was sexy when he was in control.

Voices I didn’t recognize. Valentino’s grip tightened its hold but his voice stayed calm. Easy going. Prices were discussed. Names of women I didn’t know. Or drugs. It was hard to tell sometimes.

“She available?” I heard one of them say. “Could cut a sweet deal for you in exchange for Lucifer’s little bimbo.”

I felt his grip tighten on me, but his tone stayed calm. Steady.

“She isn’t part of the deal, amicico,” came his cool reply. “I don’t share my most favorite toy.”

They laughed at his words as the tone of conversation shifted. Eventually I heard the footsteps recede and Valentino’s hands relax.

“Are you ready to go home, mi amore?” He purred. “Let Daddy take care of you? That’s it now, keep your head tucked in, babydoll. You’ll need a nap before we end tonight.”

I felt him lift me and pause. The volume of his voice dropped and his tone shifted.

“Vox? Take her out. Now. Vel, I need you with me.”

Wait what?

I lifted my head up as I was shoved into Vox’s arms. He set me down and took my hand in his as he pushed his way down the side, cutting a path in a hallway I didn’t realize existed. I looked back, and caught a glimpse of Valentino across the dance floor, wings out, eyes blazing red, matching Velvette’s. The music stopped and tense silence filled the air. Something stirred inside me- a mix of terror and the desire to run to Valentino. To wrap myself up in his powerful grasp and let him pin me against the wall. Vox tugged my wrist and I looked to him. His own eyes blazed the same fiery crimson. I stopped.

“Come on, move. Now.” He growled. Sensing my discomfort, his voice softened. “It’s still me, kid. I won’t hurt you.”

The sound of gunshots and I picked up the pace. An open door. I felt the cool air hit my face as the outside air surrounded me.

“What was that?” I asked once we were seated in the limo. “Is Val okay?”

“Val will be fine. The men who tried to double cross him? Meh. Not so much.” He kept his gaze down as he punched a few things in on his phone. “They’ll join us in a moment. Vel and Val I mean, not the guys.”

True to his word, the limo door opened moments later. Velvette stepped in, seeming unruffled, followed by Valentino.

“Good acting, Princessa.” Valentino said with a kiss. “I was convinced I accidentally slipped you a little something extra.”

I didn’t respond but let myself lean into him. He put a comforting arm around my shoulder and I half listened as he filled Vox in on the details of the incident.

As I snuggled into bed next to him that night, he ran a hand down my back.

“Are you okay Princessa? You’ve been quiet since we left. Talk to me, mi amore.”

“Do you three, do you feed off each other? Your power? Your energy?” I asked finally. “The Valentino in his demonic form earlier was still soft and cuddly, and fluffy and your wings made me warm and safe and sleepy and then I saw all three of you in the club and your eyes- Val, your eyes matched that same blazing red and I, I just…”

He listened quietly as I struggled to find the words that expressed the intimidation I felt.

“I know none of you would hurt me, but you…you three really are dangerous.” I finished. Unsure of what else to say, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into him. “It’s kind of hot.”

To my surprise, he laughed.

“Hot, Princessa? Is that what this is about?” He asked as he titled my chin up.

I saw his teeth sharpen as his grin widened. I pressed my lips back against him and buried my fingers in the fluff that appeared around his neck. He pushed me on my back and his wings sprang fourth.

“I would never hurt you in this form, Princess as. But fuck you? Would be a first for both of us. And I don’t have very many of those left.”

I let out a moan as he kissed down my neck. His tongue toyed with my nipples and I felt myself buck against him. He laughed and pulled me up, and forced me to sit on his lap as he continued to toy with my body.

“Fuck, Val!” I breathed as I pressed my hips against him. My fingers buried themselves in his fluff as he pushed a single finger into me, his teeth sinking ever so gently into my collarbone. Euphoria flooded my body and I felt myself grow wetter with each stroke.

“Fuck, Val!” I moaned. It was the most amazing feeling that flooded my body- almost as if I was floating. I felt every muscle relax. An innate desire washed over me. I needed him in me, fuck I wanted him to put his babies inside me.

“Val, I want cock- your cock!” I moaned.

A grin widened across his face. “Oh? Is that so, princessa?”I felt his fingers roughly grab my hair and he laid back as he pushed my face down towards his lip. “You want my cock so bad? Open that pretty mouth of your and get busy, princessa.

I obeyed and he slid his cock down my throat. He groaned as he listened to me choke on his length. His hands kept tension, tugging my hair as he demanded for me to go faster, yanking my head up and down his cock.

“Swallow every god damn drop,” he commanded.

The implied or else turned me on more than the actual threat. I felt him explode and hastily, I got to work on kissing, sucking and cleaning up every inch of him, being sure to leave not a single drop behind.

As soon as he was sufficiently pleased, his fingers twisted into my hair and he yanked my head up, rolling me on my back as he pinned me to the bed.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred, “ are you ready for your reward?”

He pushed himself deep into me and I arched my back as I dug my nails into his skin. His wings fluttered above us, creating a blanket of shadows. I pushed my hips against him as that innate desire flooded deeper into me. I needed him, I needed his come in my belly.

“Valentino,” I moaned. It didn’t quite sound right but I didn’t care. “Please, Val- I need you to come in me! Fill me, please Valentino!”

He stopped mid thrust. I groaned in frustration and clawed at his back as felt him pull out immediately.

“Princessa?” He asked as he grabbed my chin and forced me to look in his eyes. Concern washed over his features. “Oh, fuck.”

“Why did you stop?!” I begged as I wrapped my arms around him and ground my hips against him. “Val, come on!”

“Oh, no no no. Shit. Fuck.” He cursed as he pushed me down, his eyes carefully studying my body.

I felt myself giggle. “See something you like?”

I felt his fingers trace where he had bitten my collarbone. I looked down and saw red liquid pour down. Blood maybe? It didn’t hurt so I didn’t care. The burning in my belly needed him, demanded him, growing stronger with each passing second. I ground my hips against him roughly, hoping he would fulfill my desperate desire.

“More Val, I want you. Inside me, now!” I demanded as I bounced on his lap. “Come on, Val!”

“No, Princessa.” He said sharply. He set me on the bed and I watched as he slammed the bathroom door. When he came out a few moments later, he wore his black sweatpants.

I reached for him and he shook his head. “I’m sorry princess. I should have known better.” He kissed the top of my head and pushed me down. I felt his fingers side into me and I bucked my hips against the feeling, desperate for any satiating touch.

“Val, I want cock- your cock!” I groaned as I ground against his fingers.

“Not tonight, you’re too fucked up.” He said calmly. “And not until I get some answers. Breathe for me, Princessa.”

I groaned and pushed myself against him. “Deeper, Val!! I need you.”

His thumb pushed against my clit and I came instantly around his fingers.

“More!” I begged. “Please, Valentino, I need you.Your cock in me, please Valentino!”

Instead of answering my plead, I felt his fingers slide out of me. I groaned in frustration, but felt something slide deep into me, replacing the feeling of his fingers with a pleasant vibration. He settled me on his lap and his wings surrounded me.

“You’re not going to settle for awhile, princessa. But please, try.” He said softly as I squirmed against his chest. “I’ll take the toy out if you feel asleep.”

“Noo, I want your cock, Val” I please. Words began to spill out as I desperately attempted to convince him to fuck me. “I want you, in me. I want your come and I want to be pregnant with your babies, Val.” I reached down to touch the vibrator inside me, but his hand caught mine. “I want to be big and round and pregnant! Please, Val!”

“No. Not yet, Princessa. Someday, maybe.” He replied as he shifted me. “Not now. Not like this.”

I groaned. “but Val!!”

“Whine all you want with that sweet little mouth, but it won’t change a damn thing.”

Like hell it wouldn’t. Under his wings, I reached up and grabbed at the fluffy around his neck. He grabbed my wrist and sat up. I could hear the frustration in his voice.

“Princessa this is not you. Stop. I will leave you in bed alone tonight if you can’t get yourself under control. Come on, please?”

“Aww, Daddy, is that a command?”

“Alright, that’s enough. You’re too out of it for this.” He pushed himself up and set me down next to him and pushed me down on the bed.

“Val!” I whined.

“No. I love you too much, Princessa.”

I watched his form slowly go back to his normal self. He dug through the drawer and came up with two long silk ties. I felt my heart beat faster.

“Yes, tie me down and fuck me!” I moaned as he lifted my wrist up and tied me against the bed frame. I whined again as another hot coil of desire shot through my belly. “I want you Val!”

“I know. And I think I know why. Which is why I’m putting you in restraints. I’m not leaving you and I can’t have you completely and totally feral.” He replied as he tied the knot tighter.

I felt myself explode again around the toy at the feeling of his touch on my skin. I moaned as that feeling grew stronger and I pushed against the silk.

“Valentino!” I moaned as he covered me with a blanket. “Fuck, Valentino!”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he replied softly as he laid on the bed next to me, just out of my reach. “I didn’t know.”

“Know what?” I demanded as I pulled on the restraints.

“How we can have kids someday, mi amore.”

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