#vee ocs

[astroisonline]

I shouldve posted some of these actually ermm

[lovemoroporo]

polaroids from @childlikegoblinqueen's comm for Sweet Child O' Mine <3

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[sugar-on-fries]

IM DONEEEE

This took three daysss but it was worth it :]

also the oc's :3

very creative names I know wouldn't it be funny if sunny's twisted form was crawling on the ceiling with a stupid spotlight

[tailsdollr]

[yennswishes1]

shellevisoon and oc!! ^_^

[inafieldofdaisies]

It's What's Inside (2024) | Alycia Debnam-Carey as Nikki

“Oh, hey, cutie.”

[homicidal-slvt]

[Tendrils]

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OC x F!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, Tentacle Penetration, Oviposition, Vague Bondage, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink

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Summary: You agreed to be bred by your monster lover.

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“Good girl.”

He purred the words against the back of your neck, not allowing you to move even an inch as black tendrils inch up your legs, exploring your soft flesh… He's taken his time with you, valuing your comfort and keeping you in the best position. The black tendrils stroke along your opening, some sort of green ooze leaking from its tip before carefully prodding… You knew what you signed up for when you agreed to let him breed you, yet it still surprised you. The slick squishy thing pops inside, lewd noises instantly filling the room, feeling sloppy and kinda gross - dirty - as it pumps in and out.

“Just relax for me…”

He's careful in knowing you are only human, his smooth tentacles and everything aren't exactly what your body would be used to taking… He praises you lovingly as he hits all the good spots, tendril curling and wiggling deep inside you, pumping more ooze directly against your cervix.

“Beautiful… I'm so lucky to have you.”

An odd tingling kicks up inside you, your moans like music to his ears. He grins before the tendril wriggles deeper, able to intrude into your womb, your hips instinctively try to twitch away as he touches spots no one should be able to.

“Shhh… I know. Doin' so good.”

More tentacles loop around your body, holding you still so he can move back a little, admiring your naked form - ass up and pussy stuffed with a tentacle, the other tendrils begin to toy with your clit, rubbing slow then fast just to feel your insides tighten and hips buck uselessly, a tentacle around your waist holding you mostly still. You can still feel the wriggling in your womb, the foreign stimulation has you going all dumb, that knot forming in your tummy.

“M’gonna fill you up… You'll be such a good mommy. So pretty and perfect… Carrying my eggs.”

He coos while leaning back over you, hands on your tummy now, letting you bury your face into the plush silk sheets on his bed. He groans as he works you to your climax first, feeling you peak around his tendril, getting to watch you gasp and shake… Then the eggs start to come, small and soft with a jelly texture, you don't get to see them unfortunately but you do get to feel them popping into your womb, each one creating a little traveling bulge down his tentacle before slipping into you, another sensation to get used to as they settle inside you, tentacle occasionally shifting around to adjust the little eggs before pumping more, you whimpering while your beloved huffs and lets out relieved moans… He's been holding back for so long, so many built up eggs, he knew he wanted to give them to you but wanted to wait until he thought you were ready before even entertaining the idea of asking…. Now your tummy is getting all heavy with the little things. He feels how full you're getting and forces his tentacle to stop, slowly retracting it as you whine from the oversensitivity…

“I know it feels strange - I'm sorry.”

Out of the heat of the moment he looks apologetic, tentacles releasing you letting you turn your tired body over, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“Don't do that… I wanted this too… What - What do the eggs look like?”

His smile - soft and lovestruck.

“Bright green… They also glow a little, so if you see a bit of light beneath your skin at night - don't worry - you’re not radioactive."

[salamander-spark]

Vee with a Palisman! His name is Dewdrop, and he's precious, and Vee loves him like a baby, but he's protective and tries to act big, but he's tiny. (Then again, if a bug this big in real life threatened me, I would probably run for the hills)

It took me a while to figure out what I wanted their species to be, but then when I started thinking about insects, my mind went to these little fellas that hide in plain sight, JUST. LIKE. VEE.

I'm definitely using him in my AU (where Vee grows up on earth and comes with Masha to the Boiling Isles [I realize I probably need a name for it]). Maybe they bond on Palisman Adoption Day, or earlier, IDK.

[redr0sewrites]

Can you write Vox x reader where like the reader just says like really unhinged things and just like vile things whenever they rage and stuff like the internet could be slow or smth and the reader is just like “IM GOING TO RIP OFF MY SKIN” idk man I’m kinda just self projecting rn like you can right anything with it tbh idk sorry for rambling anyway you don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna

THIS IS SO MEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! sorry it took me a hot minute to reply to this i have over 70 hazbin hotel requests in my inbox 😭

🥀Cw: fluff, crack, silly vox

when he first met you, vox was charmed by your seemingly sweet nature- that is, until you were pissed

your unholy screech of how you were going to rip off your skin if he cut the wifi again was both endearing and confusing in his eyes

vox would just short circuit for a second, just blinking at you while he tries to process what you just said

once it clicks, he just starts giggling. vox very rarely genuinely laughs, most of his laughs are professional or part of the persona he adopts as the leader of vox enterprises, but when he's so shocked by what you just said, he can't control the booming laughter thay fills the room

he's wheezing and gasping, each barking laugh only pissing you off more

"what's so funny? if you keep laughing i am going to fucking break ur fingers like carrot sticks!" you snap, and vox only giggles harder

after a few seconds, you can't help but notice how adorable his laughter is, and soon you don't mind it as much

once you two are officially together, you notice how stressed vox often is, yet how he seems to visibly relax around you

the batshit crazy things you say, which normally disgusts other people, only seem to amuse him

its actually a wonderful dynamic because you bring some spontaneity and slight insanity into vox's otherwise irritating and depressing lifestyle, and vox balances out the crazy things you say and calms you down every time

you often find yourself searching for new phrases to baffle him with, and for new ways to make him laugh

after vox has a stressful day, he enjoys just listening to you ramble about the most insane things and adores hearing whatever fucked up saying you've adopted recently

vox notices himself beginning to copy your speech patterns. he only begins to realize when he slips in an exceptionally odd metaphor into a work meeting and everyone stares at him, yet his heart skips a beat at the thought

there's something so charming to him about the fact that he's adopting your mannerisms, and you truly make him laugh when no one else can

whenever another one of the vees pisses him off, he always comes to you for advice on incredibly deranged comebacks, and you never disappoint!

he's won multiple arguments by just repeating one of your fucked up sayings and the other vees being too lowkey shocked to disagree

vox LOVES IT when you diss people he hates, hearing you ramble some fucked up insults about alastor made him fall in love with you all over again

"that worm on a string fucked up karen cut bob looking ass- if i see him around here again im going to eat a fucking brick" *cue vox looking at you with the biggest heart eyes*

overall, you are both menaces, but you're menaces in love ♥️

vox lay with his head in your lap, the blue light of his screen illuminating the dim room as you rambled mindlessly about your day.

"and THEN, this fucking asshole tried to flirt with me! ME!! as if he doesn't know were dating! ugh, it makes me feel like i have an entire beehive living beneath my skin. i swear if he even looks at me again im going to lick wet cement i can NOT deal. how can you even work with him? he's such a fucking CREEP voxy, i'm going to cut off those ugly ass wings and shove them so far down his throat- hey, are you even listening?"

you look down to see vox half asleep, his eyelids drooping as his light dimmed. "keep talking.." he murmurs, looking up at you with a lazy smile on his face. "you're my favorite person t' listen to.."

i love the idea of vox with a partner who challenges his very idea of power. he clearly wraps himself in a sort of persona, surrounding himself with powerful people and acting like he's so serious and important. i love the idea of him falling in love with someone who can break down his walls in seconds, someone who can dismantle his entire bravado act and who allows him to truly be himself. this is such a wonderful prompt and i am eating this up. nonnie ur awesome!!!!

[voxslays]

Night-Time Shenanigans

Featuring >>> Alastor, Husk, & Vox.

Warnings: None! surprisingly enough, no smut.

☆ Husk ☆

You and Husk were sitting in his room, drinking the night away. Both of you had awful days, and decided to end it by having a drink…or multiple…together. Husk leaned back against the wall, while sitting on his bed. 

It was hard for you two to sneak the bottles into his room, but you managed. It was quiet. You heard the noise of husk downing his drink, and the noise of the rain. Husk was tipsy, you could tell based off of how he was acting. His tail was softly patting the bed. His room was honestly a mess, but you didn't care. Not anymore. You were too drunk. Husk looked over at you, tilting his head. The alcohol was definitely affecting his mood, though you didn't know how much he had drunk. He looked you over, before breaking the silence. "What are you gawking at, hun?"

“Just the moon. It's pretty tonight.” He chuckled and took another sip of his drink, before looking over at you again. The moonlight glistened off of his fur, and made his eyes glow. For once, he actually looked pretty. "The moon is nice, but not nearly as nice as you." Did he just compliment you? You sat there, a bit shocked. You could tell that the alcohol was definitely making him a bit more confident then usual. Husk didn't look your way, his tail still patting the bed quietly.

Husks ears twitched when a loud boom of thunder echoed, before the rain got a bit louder. He hated thunder and it was clear to you on his face. "Ugh, rain..." He muttered before taking another swig of his drink. Husk finally looked over at you, seeming to get a bit more nervous. He wasn't sure why but he could feel a bit of butterflies in his stomach. "Hey...can I ask ya' something?"

“Yeah..?” You ask. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "This might be a bit weird to ask, but uh...can you...sit next to me? On the bed I mean-..." He trailed off. “Sure.” You reply, walking off the balcony and to the bed. He seemed a bit shocked that you agreed, honestly. Though, he patted the spot next to him on the bed with his tail, wanting you to sit next to him. Once you sat next to him, he was very close. Close enough to where you could hear his breathing. He smelled faintly of the alcohol he was drinking, but for some reason it...wasn't that bad. 

Despite him generally being a gruff drunken idiot, he was...very warm. His fur, his body, everything felt warm. He leaned his head on your shoulder, as his tail wrapped around your waist. It was...surprisingly comfy. His wing extended, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You had never seen him do this to anyone. He felt...very clingy. He muttered a quiet "Thanks.." as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, his wing wrapped around you still. He was like a big, warm, drunk cat in your eyes.

The warmth of his body, his tail, everything was intoxicating. It didn't help that he was acting like a huge cat. You could faintly hear him purring as he leaned up against you. He was so warm...He smelled oddly nice, he was soft to the touch, hell, you felt like you could fall asleep on him. He was extremely clingy, as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face gently, his heart pounding. It was almost like he knew how you were feeling. Husk was obviously enjoying this, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He was clinging onto you like a damn lifeline.

He leaned up against you more, his eyes half closed. He let out a small sigh, before resting his head on your shoulder again, his wing still draped around you like a blanket, as the two of you fell asleep in eachothers arms.

☆ Alastor ☆

Alastor sat back in your bed, eyes focused on the book he was pretending to read. He was more focused on your hands fiddling with his ears and trying to keep them from twitching. You'd be much too pleased with yourself if you saw them twitch or move. He heard you protest about him not reading out loud and his eyes rolled, "You have your own eyes and your own books, go make use of them." 

You'd ignored him and slumped against him more, Alastor grumbled and sat up, "Fine. I'll read the damn thing out loud. Today is a classic, it's Edgar Allen Poe, if you have protests keep it to yourself." He cleared his throat and the radio effect on his voice softened slightly so he was easier to understand. 

"I remember you were quite the fan of these books when we were alive, yes?" Alastor said calmly, his voice soft and his arm gently tugging you toward him. "We used to read them in our rooms, over coffee, in the office," Alastor was a simple man, a huge fan of Edgar's work, as any self-respecting overlord should be. That was Vox's problem- he'd decided a couple of years ago- he never truly appreciated literature. 

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten bored of this story, I read ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ almost every night," Alastor interrupted himself, closing the book and turning toward you with raised eyebrows, "I think I'd like to speak with you instead. We do it so rarely when we're alone."

“That's true.” You agree. Alastor's voice was calm as he spoke, his eyes studying you with a mix of thoughtfulness and mild annoyance. "Yes, I've noticed that we rarely have these moments to ourselves, which I find... disappointing.” He ran his fingers over your head, letting your hair slip through them before he continued. “We have always been close, haven't we?” Alastor hummed, closing his book and placing it on the side table. “It's odd. It's just like we became friends one day, out of nowhere.”

Alastor nodded in agreement, a nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yes, our friendship did seem to form quite suddenly, didn’t it?” He shifted in the bed, turning so he was facing you directly. “But that’s how the best friendships are made, I’m told. No pretenses, just genuine connection and understanding.” You laugh. Alastor chuckled at your amusement, his eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity. "And why do you find that amusing?" He asked, his tone holding a hint of a smile as he watched your expression closely.

“You always speak as if you are friendzoning me.” You say through your giggled. Alastor's amused expression faltered for a moment as he considered your words. "Friendzoning?" He echoed, clearly catching on to your implication. "Now, now, don't be ridiculous. I'm merely pointing out the unique nature of our friendship. It's different from what many people may consider normal," he retorted, folding his arms across his chest. 

“It's just the way you speak.” You laugh softly. Alastor's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of defensiveness in his gaze. "And what exactly does my manner of speaking have to do with anything?" He asked, shifting his position again to face you fully. The hint of insecurity beneath his confident facade was nearly imperceptible, but it was there, peeking out for a brief moment. “Don't worry, it's not a big deal.” You reassure him. 

Alastor's shoulders visibly relaxed, and he exhaled softly, a subtle indication of his relief. Though he was quick to respond with a nonchalant shrug, "I never said it was, darling." He paused, his eyes locked onto yours as he continued, "But you do have a talent for needling me, you know."

“That's why you love me though.” You smirk. Alastor chuckled lowly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ah, yes. My dearest tormenter." He paused for a moment, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Though I suppose there's truth in what you say. Your ability to challenge me, to keep me on my toes, is a quality I’ve always found rather endearing.” He moved closer to you, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. “You’ve always been able to get under my skin, to know exactly how to push my buttons.” His voice lowered to a teasing tone, “It’s quite impressive, really. I’m sure few have mastered the art of irritating me quite like you have.”

He placed a hand on your thigh, his touch surprisingly gentle. “But I suppose that’s what makes our little dynamic so... fascinating. And yes, I must admit, I do find you endearing in your own irritating way.” You let out a small ‘aww’. Alastor's smirk turned into a rare, genuine smile at your reaction. He rolled his eyes playfully, gently poking your thigh with his fingers. "Don’t get used to me being this agreeable. I'll only say this once, so savor it.”

“I'll see you tomorrow morning, Radio Demon.” You say as you yawn. Alastor chuckled softly at your words, retracting his hand from your thigh. "Goodnight, my dear nuisance." He leaned back against the headboard, a faint hint of humor in his eyes as he watched you walk back into your room. 

☆ Vox ☆

It was midnight. Velvette and Valentino were asleep. Where was Vox? Well, he spent his night making pudding. You walked in on him in the kitchen, turning on the lights. He was slightly startled, but acknowledged you by your voice. Not even looking up, he spoke. "Go to sleep. This has nothing to do with you." He rolled his eyes, clearly not wanting you around. “It has everything to do with me. Why are you awake?” You ask, slightly concerned. He scoffed, stirring the pudding in the bowl. "Don't ask me stupid questions." Vox said bluntly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I can't sleep. I'm making pudding. That's why."

“What kind?” You ask, showing interest. He mumbled, looking away from you as he spoke. Despite his grumpy tone, he answered your question. "Tapioca. It's the only one I like. Everyone else here likes chocolate more..." Vox shakes off the remaining pudding and puts the large wooden spoon on the counter. “You truly are from the fifites…but I do have to agree that tapioca is the best.” He glanced at you, scoffing as you mentioned the fifties. Then he slightly smirked, surprised by your agreement on his taste in pudding. "A person with taste. Who knew…"

After a moment, he spoke again, but his tone was less grumpy. Instead, he seemed to be more curious. "So? What are you doing awake, then?" He picked up the spoon and continued stirring. “I couldn't sleep either.” He stirred the pudding, still not looking at you. He didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to feel less annoyed by your presence. He hummed in acknowledgment of your words. "Insomnia's a pain in the ass. You should get some rest."

“If you do.” Vox rolled his eyes, setting the pudding aside and turned to look at you. He was slightly irritated now. "No, I don't need rest. I can function perfectly fine without it." You rolled your eyes this time. “Just because you have a TV for a head and we are in hell doesn’t mean you don’t need rest.” Vox looked frustrated. "First off, rude. Secondly, I'm an Overlord. I don't need to sleep." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. Vox always hated it when someone told him what to do. He crossed his arms, looking away from you.

“If you don’t get in your bed, I’m dragging you to mine.” He froze for a second at your statement, his screen glitching for a second. He then looked back at you, a slight blue blush on his screen. "You wouldn't dare." Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said. “Not in that way though-!” You quickly fix your previous statement. He rolled his eyes again, hiding his previous reaction to your comment. He raised an eyebrow. "What other way are you talking about then?"

You groan in frustration. Vox just smirks. “Why don't we go together then?” He suggests, his smirk growing wider. “Fine. But deal with that tapioca first. I'll want some tomorrow.”

(I posted this when I had only halfway finished it and it was so embarrassing 😭. Praying that none of y’all saw it.)

[lovemoroporo]

lovely commission for the conclusion of @childlikegoblinqueen's Sweet Child O' Mine!!!

⭐ kofi | comms | inprnt | shop ⭐

[heyheyimjett]

Ima show you my dandys world oc... The creator of candies.. and chocolates...

And some ShrimpBowl or whatever you guys call it

OOHH RIGHT AND SOME KINITOPET DUMP

[tailsdollr]

[huecycles]

working on a halojack centric animation

[elqenna]

waves 1 and 2 of my AU designs! it’s called Ichorland and I want it to be a sort of Alice in wonderland zombie survival series

more info coming soon once I drop the last wave(s)

also astro just has an incense machine!!! pls dont make weird comments regarding it

[inafieldofdaisies]

It's What's Inside (2024) | Alycia Debnam-Carey as Nikki

“It is us against them.”