I Made Two Versions- Mostly Because I Can And Y'all Can't Tell Me You Wouldn't Pick Up This Bipedal Flatscreen

I made two versions- mostly because I can and y'all can't tell me you wouldn't pick up this bipedal flatscreen just for kicks- he's feelin victorious as heck in one of the drawings and extremely flustered in the other. I decided to draw him shocked rather than pouting/grumpy cuz I think Vox would've totally underestimated that (Y/N) could pick him up until they do it- after the shock wears off though you can betcha he's just: "Okay, that's enough. You can fucking put me down now dollface." So don't put him down, carry his lanky flatscreen lookin ass everywhere because it's funny-

Thank you for listening to my TedTalk-

Modern!Sekido x cheater!reader

sorry not sorry for the angst 😜 things can never be happy here

warning: ⚠️sh, drinking, brief sex, manipulating, bad reader, very bad reader, self image issues, etc⚠️

Sekido would have never expected this betrayal. Not with you.

He let you come over countless times before he got home from school or work. He thought nothing of it.

He never thought you would be sleeping with Karaku behind his back. Letting him claim you instead.

The love bites on your neck, the bruises on your hips. He asked you what they were. “Bruises from workout machines” or “my skin reacted badly to my new moisturizer.”

Sekido shoved down the obsessive thoughts, saying that you weren’t like that.

But here you were, riding Karaku like there was no tomorrow. Moans escaped your mouth as you clung onto Karaku. His own brother.

Karaku had an evil grin on his face as he bit down on your shoulder, digging his nails into your hips. Sekido could only stand there, frozen as the flowers he bought you fell to the ground.

How could you do this to him? He loved you. He opened up to you about his self harm, his hatred for himself, his trauma. And yet you fuck his brother?

He remembers crying in front of you as you held his hand, gently dabbing up the blood that fell from his wrists. You whispered sweet nothings to him. You didn’t mean anything you said to him.

You left him on delivered for days. You walked over him like he was dirt. You treated him like a dog.

Sekido bit his lip so hard, holding back the tears as he clenched his fists. You and Karaku finally seem to notice him.

You scrambled up off of Karaku, covering yourself while Karaku just laughed.

“Hey, bro.” He stood up, sweat glistening off of his body. He didn’t bother to cover himself but instead wiped himself off with one of Sekido’s shirts, throwing it at him. Karaku just grinned. He didn’t care that his brother saw him having sex with his lover. Not his problem that they cheated on him.

Karaku clasps his shoulder, looking right at Sekido, “You have fun with them, yeah? I already had my full for tonight.” And he walked out. Karaku didn’t care at all about Sekido’s feelings. It wasn’t his fault that Sekido’s lover was a cheater.

You just slowly got dressed, Sekido had moved to sit on his sweat soaked bed. You thought it would be even harsher for Sekido to find out that you were cheating on him by having sex in his own room. It already hurts that you cheated on him with his brother.

Especially the one that he constantly compares himself too. You didn’t seem to care, throwing your shirt on. He had gotten you flowers, how sweet but also utterly pathetic of him.

Did he seriously think that you, of all people, would actually care about him? Whenever you held him as he cried to you about his trauma, whispering “i love you”s into his ear, you didn’t care. Not one bit.

You only dated him for his body, his looks and because he was easy to break into the perfect boyfriend. You had molded him so perfectly to fit the standard of the man you wanted.

Until you had gotten bored.

That’s when Karaku came in. Karaku constantly had new and fun ideas! How could you pass that up?

You turn around to finally face Sekido. His head buried in his hands. He was fighting back the tears.

“You got anything you want to say to me?” You ask him, ready to leave and move on. You definitely would be keeping in contact with Karaku.

“…Why? Just why?” Sekido’s voice cracked and for once, you were a bit scared of him. Sure, he had angry outbursts before at you for hanging out with people who had crushes on you but you would assure him that they didn’t.

You just decided to break him down again. “Because you are nothing to me, Sekido. I loved you but…you have changed. You are not the same Sekido I used to know.” That was a lie. Sekido was perfect. He was a perfect boyfriend aside from his anger issues. He never ignored you and always wanted to talk issues out.

Sekido could feel his heart shatter with every word you spoke. Until it finally burst. He stood up, walking over to you. You didn’t know what he was about to do. You watched as he dropped onto his knees.

His hands cling onto your pants, looking up at you with those beautiful, sharp red eyes. They were filled with tears. His face contorted into a sob. Those pretty eyes has tears falling from them.

“(Y/N), I beg of you. Please just stay with me,” You were his lifeline, the only person he truly has opened up to, you know everything about him. “I don’t care if you fuck every one of my brothers. If I have you, that’s all that matters. I want you. I’m in love with you…Whatever I did to deserve this, I’m sorry! I’ll fix it! Please just don’t leave me!” Sekido’s sobs echoed throughout the house, “Please just stay! I beg of you!”

You looked down at him. You thought he looked utterly pathetic but he looks pretty crying his eyes out, his hands tightening on your pants legs. His head falling down to look at the ground as he leaned against you.

“Please! Jesus Christ, (Y/N), I did everything for you! I posted you everywhere, I talked about you all the time, I tried my best to treat you as you should be treated!” Sekido snapped his head up towards you, the tears keep flowing out of his eyes. “What does Karaku have that I don’t?!”

“He knows how to make me feel good.” You answer, not paying him much attention. You look at your nails and avoid looking at him. You just loved breaking him in more. You can feel his whole body shaking. It was true. Karaku knew how to make every inch of you feel immense pleasure. Sekido was so shy in doing it because it was his first time. You taught him most of the ropes but he was still pretty decent at it.

“And,” You look down at Sekido finally, “he’s just better in every way, Sekido. Looks, body, mental health, physical health. He isn’t a fucking pathetic loser like you are. God,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. You loved the attention you were getting right now. “you’re so pathetic down on your fucking knees. You’re lucky that you are a pretty bitch otherwise I would have slapped you by now.”

Each word broke Sekido down even more. His ego was shattered. Everything was shattered. His self-respect was gone, but his determination to get you back remained strong.

Your words brought more tears to his eyes. His face flushed a red as he sobbed, his arms wrapping around you. His nails digging into your back, clinging desperately onto you.

“(Y/N). I’m begging you!” His voice cracked as he yelled, his tears staining your shirt. You wrinkled your nose in disgust at him. He truly was pathetic and maybe it is your fault but you don’t want to deal with the consequences. “Give me another chance. If it’s bedroom problems, I’ll fix them! I’m sorry! You’re my first time! My first love! My first everything! I’m sorry I failed to please you! If you don’t want to have sex with me, you can have sex with Karaku. Or any of them! I don’t care. I want you. I love you. I love you, (Y/N).”

You were enjoying this attention. Having such a strong man on his knees, crying for you is a MAJOR ego boost. You let him continue with his sob story as you run your fingers through his hair. You detangled his hair and wiped away some of his tears, switching your expression from disgust to soft.

“If you still don’t want to be with me, please, please, oh God, please, just wait until I fall out of love with you. I’m fucking begging you, (Y/N). You are my everything, I wanted to marry you, have kids with you. I saw you into my future, (Y/N). I put you above everyone else.” His voice cracks even more as he squeezes himself closer to you, practically shoving his face into your stomach.

You ponder for a moment, letting him cling onto you and sob. You wonder what you could get out of him.

Absolutely nothing. He was worthless. There was no use for him.

“Was I just a pit stop?! For you to use?!” He asks, his lip was busted and blood ran down his chin. Gosh, he looks so pretty looking like a mess. “Be honest, (Y/N). Either way, I want you. I want to be with you. I don’t care how you treat me. Just fucking be with me and hold me.”

“You want the honest answer, Sekido?” You raised a brow, still playing with his hair.

“Yes.”

“Yeah. You were just a pit stop for me to use. I didn’t want you in the first place. I used you to get to Karaku.” The way his eyes widened at that. You never loved him. You never will.

“I never wanted you, Sekido. The only thing I like about you is your body and your looks. Other than that, you are no use of me.” You hum, your hand tightening on his hand and yanking his head back. Sekido’s face twisted into pain, wincing as you yanked his head back.

“God, you’re so pretty when you’re all upset. Look here, you don’t really have a choice.” You bent down to kiss at Sekido’s neck, earning a shiver and low moan from him. You place kisses all over his neck and run your hands up his body as his last remembrance of you and your touch.

You bit down on his neck, earning a jolt from Sekido and his nails digging deeper into you. You lap at the new formed hickey on his neck, pulling away and giving his hair one last tug.

“We are never getting back together, you pathetic piece of shit. No matter how many times you beg me, I don’t want you. I want Karaku. I want your brother. You are nothing to me, Sekido Hantengu.” You let go of him and exit his room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Sekido could only sob as he hugged himself on the floor. His nails digging into his shoulders and scratching so hard that he drew blood. He remembered that you left one of your hoodies here and he scrambled to get up and find it, destroying his room. Sekido had a couple of vodka bottles in his room for you two. You would have drinking contests to see who could drink the most. He wanted nothing to do but shatter those damn bottles.

He held onto your hoodie, burying his face into its softness. Inhaling your remaining scent, wishing you were still here.

Sekido had no idea what he did to deserve this torture. His lover, who he trusted everything with, sleeps with his brother and then leaves him just like that.

“God, God, God, what did I do? What the hell did I do to deserve this?!” He sobs into your hoodie, laying on the floor and letting himself lose his mind. He reached over, grabbing a vodka bottle and opening it.

Sekido didn’t care how bitter and gross it tasted. He downed it down to try and stop hs sobs and pleas to God to bring you back.

Clearly, God was not listening to him that night.

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jezz343434

1 year ago

Darling, angel, sweetheart

Parings: Valentino x female!reader

Summary: You’re not in the “mood” but Valentino, being who he is, tries to coax you into having sex. And it’s hard to resist him. !THIS IS SMUT!

Warnings: Nsfw themes, 18+, dub/con, manipulation, k*lling, smoking, being taking advantage of, virginity mention, power imbalance, forced blowjobs, p in v sex, creampie, missionary position, neck biting, kissing/making out/french kissing, slight innocent reader, reader having a stuffed animal, cuddling, sleeping

A/N: UMMMM? FIRST SMUT FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN. KINDA NERVOUS!!! SORRY IF ITS ALL OVER THE PLACE 😭😭😭

You and Valentino had a complicated relationship. You wouldn’t say you’re “together” per-say, but you wouldn’t say that you aren’t. He makes it aware that he sleeps with other people from time to time, and that he actively flirts with people. But he promises that it’s only for business. To get more costumers and porn stars, to up his reputation.

You don’t live with him but you’re over at his place more than you are at your own house. He likes it when you’re always around him. Holding his hand, sitting in his lap, or under his desk while he’s in meetings or doing paper work, etc. You’re drawn to him like a moth is at light, which is ironic. He loves you, so much so that it doesn’t matter what he does in his spare time.. because he does always come back to you in the end. He loves you and you love him back.

You’re more of a shy, innocent, naïve thing. Valentino noticed that right away when meeting you. You were a virgin before he met you, but obviously not anymore. He took that from you the first night be met you. Though you’d never think you’d lose your virginity at such a fast pace.. there is just something about him that made you cave in. May it be his flirty nature, or his gentle touches.. whatever it is, you’re a fool for it.

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You’re currently laying in his bed, yawning and clutching into your stuffie. Today was a long day, all you want to do is cuddle up to Val and go to sleep.

You’re impatiently waiting for him to come in the room. You remember him mentioning how he has to shoot extra long tonight. He sounded frustrated about it, cursing under his breath.

You’re just about to doze off when Valentino bursts into the room loudly, the door hitting the back of the wall when he comes in, making you jump in fear.

“Fucking BITCHES!” He yells, his accent coming through. Slamming the door closed, he goes to light his cigarette while mumbling curse words under his breath.

He’s wearing his heart glasses, his red hat with the black and white feather, a black dress shirt that’s mostly un-buttoned with his gold chain, and white pants with a gold heart belt.

You’re looking at him concerned, you’ve never seen him lash out like this before. He’s always been kind and sweet. Little do you know he only wanted you to see that part of him, not wanting to scare you away too quickly. He’s done things you’ve not noticed, like that one time where a man was hitting on you in front of him. He said you were taken and then proceeded to bring you to the other room, telling you to wait there while he makes a phone call. Which in reality, he went back to that man and shot him in the head. Coming back to tell you it went well and that he loves you.

“Val?” You speak out, looking up at him.

He whips his head over to you and breathes out.

“Sorry you had to see that, sweetface. Just some fuckers who think they can talk back to me. Me! Can you believe that?” He says, shaking his head.

He looks away from you and sighs.

“It doesn’t matter though, does it? They’re dead now so there’s no need to stress.” He laughs.

You know he does bad things, even though he tries to hide it. You’re not blind. But you still like him nonetheless.

He stretches and moans, bending his head back and shifting his arms. He looks back at you and smiles.

“Hi, sweetface. How’re you feeling, hm? All tired and ready for bed?” He asks.

“Mhm, I’m feeling good, just sleepy.” You answer.

“Ah good, good. Let me join you.” He walks over to you, with a glint in his eye.

He looks at you seductively, eyeing you up and down. While you on the other hand, are looking at your stuffie with tired eyes.

“Baby.” He says to you.

You perk up and look at him.

“Hm?” You say.

He feels himself get hard. It was a long day today and he needs some relief. Who better to give him that than his best girl? He closes his eyes and breathes in, then opening his eyes and looking down at you.

“I need your help with something. You think you can help me, baby?” He says in a mischievous tone.

You’re just so sleepy that you mumble, “What is it?”

“Well, my love. I’m feeling a bit pent up.” He answers you with a smile, his red eyes glowing through his glasses.

You look up at him with a frown.

“Val, I’m just tired. Can’t this wait till tomorrow?” You ask him.

Valentino’s brows go down and he answers you in an angry tone.

“Darling, angel, sweetheart. Out of alll these other bitches, I choose you to fuck. And you refuse me? Do you know how fast I can get a replacement of you? I can go down the hall and fuck the first person I see and they’d be thankful!” He yells at you.

You didn’t expect him to react this way. Maybe it’s just the long day getting to him. You shrink under his words, looking down.

“I’m sorry, Valentino.” You mumble.

He squints his eyes at you, crossing his arms over his body.

“Better be. Now, what do you say?” He asks you.

You’re pretty tired but you don’t exactly have a choice.

“I guess I can help..” You answer, still looking down.

“Ah, good! Good girl.” He says, walking over to the side you’re laying on. Standing beside you as you’re laying down, he tells you to look up at him.

Sitting up on the bed, you look up and make eye contact with him.

“See how hard and aching I am for you?” He says, gesturing towards his clothed cock that’s straining his pants.

You look down and see his cock imprint, outlining his white pants. Against your will, you feel yourself throb.

“V-val. I don’t-“ You say.

“Shhh, angel.” He interrupts you.

He puts his cigarette down on the side table and goes take your small hand and press it on his clothed cock.

It’s warm and you can feel it throbbing. You go to pull your hand away, your cheeks reddening.

He holds your hand tighter and forces it there.

“Feel that, baby?” He asks you seductively.

This is usually how sex with Val goes. You aren’t feeling it but he makes you feel it. You never thought it was wrong, it’s just.. you changing your mind with time.

“Mhm.. I feel it.” You answer him, blushing.

“Fuuck.” He moans as he grinds into your hand for a few minutes.

“God damn it.” He bites his lip and removes your hand to unbuckle his belt.

You look down at his big hands as they swiftly take his belt off. His hard cock springs out, as he almost never wears underwear. The only time is does is when he wears revealing outfits.

He takes your chin in one of his hands and makes you look up at him again.

“Suck it.” He whispers.

You whimper and look ahead, his cock facing you.

Giving it a lick on the tip, Valentino grunts.

“I can’t fucking take this.” He says, taking your head with his hands and forcing your mouth to take his whole cock.

Gagging, you try to pull back but Val just keeps your head there and starts thrusting into you.

“F-fucking take it.” He says, slightly smiling.

You’re whimpering and moaning, trying to breathe through your nose.

He lets go of your head, pushing you back. You gasp for air and Val laughs at you.

“We’re gonna have to work on throat training.” He comments.

You whimper.

“Val I-“

“Take off your fucking clothes.” He commands you, as he starts stroking his cock with one hand.

You move to take them off, listening to his command. After you’re fully naked, you look at him for guidance on what to do next.

“Goood girl.” He smiles at you, tilting his head.

He tells you to lay down on your back as he gets on top of you. After doing so, he starts kissing you.

Val was the one who taught you french kissing. You never really knew the whole point of it before him. It just seemed awkward. Swishing your tongue around in someone’s mouth. But after him, you understand how it’s so appealing.

He reaches his hand down to touch you, seeing how wet you are.

“Mmm, there you go.” He says as he feels you dripping on his hand.

He rubs his cock onto your pussy, collecting juices onto his tip.

“My favourite toy.” He mumbles.

You whimper as your tummy starts to hurt from being so turned on. Val laughs at you and whispers into your ear, “I’m going to fucking wreak you.”

He slides his cock into you slowly, hissing at how tight and wet you are.

You moan at how good he makes you feel. He always feels so full inside of you.

He looks at you and starts thrusting harder.

“F-fuck sakes.” He says. “You’re gripping me so tight.”

He holds onto your shoulders as he roughly pounds into you over and over and over again.

Each time, your body shakes and you let out a whimper.

“V-Valentino.” You moan.

“Yes, baby. Say my fucking name.” He growls.

You clench around him and he starts going faster.

After a little while of beating your pussy with his cock, his thrusts start to get sloppier. At that exact time, you feel yourself getting close.

“V-Val, I- I’m-“ You stutter out.

“Y-Yeah I know. I can feel it, fuck. I’m close too, baby. I’m so fucking close.” He says, going in and out of you. “You’re such a good toy for me, you know that? Suuch a good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” He grunts.

“Val.. I- I’m gonna-“

“Me too, god. I’m gonna cum inside this pussy. All inside of you.” He thrusts into you one more time and then he goes as deeply as he can into you, letting out all is cum deep inside you.

You come at that exact same time, immediately as you feel his warm seed inside you. You feel claimed by him, physically and emotionally.

He thrusts once more, letting it all out inside you.

He bites your neck, kissing it after doing so.

You feel the tiredness from before hit you like a wave.

He positions himself to look at you, smirking.

“Tired?” He asks.

“Mm.” You mumble.

He pulls out of you slowly and looks down, his cum dripping out of you. He licks his lips at the sight.

Looking back up, he decides that he is also tired now and says, “I guess we can sleep now, ma chérie.”

You blink slowly at him, your eyelids feeling heavy.

“Sleep time?” You mumble.

“Sleep time, my love.” He lays next to you, putting the covers over him and you.

He sees your stuffie on the other side of the bed and reaches for it, handing it to you.

“I think you forgot someone.” He says with amusement in his voice.

He will admit, he has a soft spot for you. Just don’t tell anyone, especially the other VVV’s, they’ll probably tease him about it.

You smile and grab the stuffie. But right now, all you want to do is cuddle him.

“Val?” You say with a questionable tone.

“Hm?” He says tiredly.

“Can.. Can we cuddle, please?” You ask.

He smiles at that and says, “Such a silly question. Of course, sweetheart. Come here.”

You climb onto him, and nuzzle into his chest. You feel like his. His cum dripping out of your hole still, your mind completely full of him.

He wraps all his arms around you, holding you loosely.

“G’night, Val.” You whisper into his neck.

“Goodnight, my little love.” He responds.

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jezz343434

1 year ago

"There wasn't ever a person I couldn't please in bed" with Douma and a very shy reader (thank you!)

You were sitting in Douma's lap in the room where his followers normally came to seek his wisdom. His followers were waiting outside the room for him to "get ready" but he was just spending time playing with his adorable little partner.

"Ngh..Douma..." You whimpered as Douma sucked on your neck while his long slender fingers caressed your thighs. "Shh darling~" he whispered into your ear pulling away from your neck. "My followers will hear~" He said slowly taking your clothes off so he could play with you down there. You just gasped at Douma's sudden movements. You hoped that nobody would get impatient and come in to see their god fingering his partner but then again Douma would just kill anyone who dared interrupt this precious time with his beloved. Douma told his followers that he would be done getting ready in 10 minutes and it's already been 5 minutes since he had said that so you were starting to get a bit nervous.

And almost like he could read your thoughts Douma said "What? worried I can't make you cum in 5 minutes?" Before you could respond he said "Darling you of all people should know there wasn't ever a person I couldn't please in bed, Even in five minutes." His pretty eyes smiled at you. There was something so comforting about the way he smiled at you. Every smile he gave you was filled with warmth and comfort even during times like this.

Douma sat up pulling himself away from you and took off his clothes. "Ride me" he commanded. You did as you were told and lowered yourself onto him. Douma looked at you in awe as he watched you take him so well. Douma just thought you were absolutely adorable. He couldn't get enough of how you tried to hold back your moans as you rid him. He let out a couple grunts but nothing too loud "Darling you're going awfully slow.." He said as he put his hands on your hips.

You screamed in pleasure as he slammed you back onto his cock. Douma grunted when he heard your cry of pleasure. Douma pinned you to the ground still staying inside of you and started to move at his own pace he slammed his cock in and out of you. Your mind was going blank all you could hear were your cries of pleasure mixed with Douma's grunts and whines. You were sure his followers could hear you but you didn't care you were in so much pleasure right now it was hard to care about anything else other than Douma.

Your body shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Douma smirked he could tell you were close. "Inside..." You moaned. Douma's grip on you tightened as you came on his cock and not much longer he came inside you. Your eyes were growing heavy and your mind was so blurry you couldn't hear anything Douma said but you could feel him kissing your forehead.

Douma quickly got dressed as he noticed it was only one minute until the 5 minutes were up. After Douma finished getting dressed he put your clothes back on and laid your sleeping figure on his lap. And before he could kiss you goodnight he heard followers entering the room.

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night

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jezz343434

1 year ago

🍒HANTENGU CLONES CORRUPTION KINK SERIES🍒

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu + urogi x inexperienced!virgin!reader

synopsis: the basis of this series is that reader is inexperienced and virgin. the clones are basically corrupting the reader's mind with ways on how to please them.

contents: nsfw, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, corruption kink, virginity loss, dirty talking, fingering, vaginal sex, oral (f&m receiving), praise kink, slut shaming, dry humping, thigh fucking, brat taming, overstimulating, squirting, cervix fucking, asphyxiation, biting, just the usual filth

💚 KARAKU VER: part one | part two | part three

❤️️ SEKIDO VER: part one | part two | part three

💙 AIZETSU VER: part one | part two | part three

💛 UROGI VER: part one | part two | part three

notes: reader is a female. reader uses she/her pronouns. in karaku's reader is referred to as "kiddo" but it used as a term of endearment. reader is of age. if you want to be tagged on every post publication, please just message me or leave a comment below!

taglist: @boba-is-a-soup

updated: 7.4.23

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jezz343434

1 year ago

♡ Passing Notes ♡ (Part 3)

Pairings: Vox x Reader

Summary: Little Libraries have popped up around the Pride Ring and they are a surprisingly good method of communication.

Warnings: Velvette and Valentino appearance

Back to Vox!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

♡♡♡

“We really don’t get this new obsession of yours, Vox.”

The demon’s head whips up from the book currently in his hand, the pen he had been chewing on finally free from his razor-sharp teeth.

“What is it?” his eyebrows furrow, annoyed that he had been disturbed. “I’m in the middle of something, if you both haven’t noticed.”

Velvette and Valentino give each other a look, before returning their eyes to the piles of books in the room. Just from the look of it, his new collection had been.. extensive; the books ranging from newly printed novels to second hand copies that look like they’ve been around since the creation of Hell.

The plan had been their monthly session of just hanging about, no work in sight; a cute little pamper session! But with the state of the room, it was hard to just sit back and relax.

“It’s been a few months since this whole thing started.” Valentino says, as he picks up a random book before throwing it back down at the pile. “I really don’t understand the.. Passion for reading...”

“Neither do I, really…” Velvette says as she manages to push off a pile of books off the couch, giving the two a space to finally sit on that wasn’t the cold floor.

Vox just huffs in response, lowering the copy of Howl’s Moving Castle and looking at the two as they make themself comfortable, with Velvette ordering someone to bring drinks. As Vox works to tidy up his area, he begins to really think about the past month, the sound of his two companions’ complaining fading into the back of his mind.

What started off as a chance encounter had blossomed into so much more. Since his time in hell, he’s discovered a demon who doesn’t know him as Vox, the Overlord and the main face of the Vees. In that little box, someone out there knows him as V, a demon with big dreams and ideas… and a love for non-fiction and fantasy.

As letters and books continued to be exchanged, it turned into a book club for two, and from short notes, they slowly became pages upon pages of letters, ranging from questions about how they were both doing to stories about their lives.

This new part of his routine had become something he awaited. Vox found himself putting in the effort of actually wanting to get to know them and sharing books that he thinks they might actually enjoy; even going through the effort of staying up for hours scrounging for books and annotating them, just like (n/n) would.

“-esus Christ! Earth to Vox? Are you with us?” Velvette waves her hand in his face, Valentino watching from the couch, but far more preoccupied with the drink in his hand. Vox pushes her hand down and gives her a look of disapproval .

“Yes, Velvette.” he sighs, placing his bookmark into the novel and putting his attention to the demon. “You have my full attention now.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” She starts, as she waves a hand around. “We’ve noticed you going to the tiny box a lot, Vox.” Valentino nods in agreement, taking a puff from his cigarette holder.

“You’re not exactly hiding it either; we heard about your.. book purchases from our accountant.” Valentino gives him a look. “What happened to those things failing?”

Vox is silent, weighing the pros and cons of admitting what caused his newest obsession. After a weighted silence he mumbles out a response, one that causes Velvette and Valentino to look at each other.

“What the fuck did you say?” Valentino said. After another mumbled response, Velvette barks out, “Just fuckin’ say it, you pussy!”

“I’m.. I’m talking to someone… through the box.” Vox groans, hiding his face from the two. Valentino and Velvette share another look before they begin their interrogation.

“How’d you even meet them?”

“Through the box? You have a fuckin’ phone ya know.”

“How hot are they?” Valentino asks, before letting out a noise. “Have you fucked yet?”

Vox lets out another groan, he can feel the regret of telling them, but it's too late to back out now; They’ll just annoy him until he spills.

“I… haven’t really met them yet.” Vox answers slowly, gauging the responses the two give. They give him a questioning look. Letting out a sigh, he continues.

“We’ve only been talking through notes these past few months..” Vox brings out the latest book (n/n) had given, taking out the letter. “We gave each other books, and we started leaving longer letters for each other.”

“Aren’t you two scared that someone else will get your notes?” Velvette asks, putting her hand out to Vox. The demon gives her a look, before conceding.

“No one gives enough of a shit to steal the books, it’s not like it would go for a lot if they try to sell it.” Vox answers, handing the note to Velvette. “I wasn’t wrong about it failing, most little libraries were turned into trash cans in the first month.”

Velvette and Valentino scan through the letter that (n/n) had given, one that had been back to back. Vox leaned forward slightly, a small smile on his face.

“They even added another one of their pressed flowers in the letter.”

Velvette lets out a cackle, looking at the demon.

“Jesus Christ, Vox.” Velvette had said, the grin growing on her face. “You are down bad for them.”

The smile slips from Vox’s face. Glaring at the demon, he snatched the letter from Valentino and tucked it back into the book. “I am not.”

“God, you’re like a schoolboy with a crush.” Velvette rolls her eyes. “Vox, no one puts in this much effort for someone they don’t like, especially a stranger.”

Valentino agrees, going to take a sip from his drink. “Look, we’re not judging; you can go fuck whoever, just make sure they’re not some freak who gets off to books or something.”

“They’re not a stranger or freak.” Vox protests, the heat coursing through his body. “And I’m not some kid with an infatuation, I just like talking to them.”

The two overlords give him a quick stare before looking at one another, silently communicating.

“Whatever, Vox.” Velvette relents, standing up and pulling the moth demon with her. “We’ll leave you to… think; Val and I will be on my floor having a drinking session, join us when you’re done here.”

“Or not,” Valentino added, as he is slowly pulled to the exit by Velvette. “We’ll be talking about you even when you’re not there-!”

As the two overlords leave, Vox takes a breath. Looking around, he sees the piles of books and discarded letters he was planning to give.

He thinks of the letters, the way he looks forward to those far more than anything in the past few months. The way he’s been wishing to see more of them; how they smile, how they laugh, how they look, first thing in the morning…

Oh God.

“I like them.” He moans, slamming his face onto his table. “I like them and I’ve never seen them.”

Vox looks up, placing a hand to his chest. His heart feels so full that he wants to just yell and roll around, but he also feels like vomiting and just jumping off the highest floor in the tower.

“Where the fuck do I go from here?” For a moment, Vox is ready to run to Velvette and Valentino, begging them to help him with his shitty love life. But before he could leave the room, he catches a glimpse of a book and a lightbulb lights up in his head.

Walking over to a pile of old novels, he plucks out a copy of Pride and Prejudice, one he annotated previously. He had gone warm at the idea of giving the copy at the time, so he had discarded it to pile of books.

“It’s your time to shine, huh?” he says to the book, flipping through the pages. “Well, don’t fail me now, mr. darcy.”

Walking to his seat, he hides the copy of Howl’s Moving Castle and replaces it with the romance novel. Taking out a new piece of paper, he begins to write a draft of his letter.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The sound of Vox comes to an end as Vox ends the letter. He looks at his surroundings, covered in crumpled paper he had scrapped as he worked on his letter. Looking down at the letter, he feels a myriad of things as he reads through the letter.

An excitement he remembers feeling when he penned his first letter to (n/n), and how if they agree to his wishes… he would finally be able to see them, laugh with them, talk with them. But that’s when the anxiety settles in as well. What if they say no? What if they don’t want to see him? What if they hate him? What if Vox just ruined this routine that he had cherished so much.

The paper creases under his hand as he thinks to discard the paper (and his plan); to dismiss his own growing feelings and to settle with what he has now… where they’re both happy just talking through their books.. To remain only a note away from one another.

“No.” Vox had breathed out, easing his hold on the note. “I... I want more. I can’t just settle because of What ifs.”

Vox knows to others this is going to look or sound stupid, that he should never try to risk what is already good. To risk his heart all for someone he’s never met face-to-face. But with (n/n)? Even through paper they had already been so addicting, and so for Vox, it was not hard to want more from them- to crave them in ways that he had never felt before .

Vox folds the letter lightly, placing it at the start of the novel. Thinking of something, he flips to chapter 34, and writes a short note at the top. Finally pleased with his work, he shuts the book and places it in his drawer. He hears the light hum of music from Velvette’s floor and thinks to make his way to the two overlords.

“A drink sounds good after all of this.” Vox thinks, as he cleans up his table and stands up.

He makes his way to his exit, ignoring the mess he had created (his employees were going to clean it anyway), Vox hums a quiet tune, his heart buzzing with excitement for the next day.

♡♡♡

Note: It’s been going too well for Vox… :)

Might edit this later LMAO i hate the ending for this one

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jezz343434

5 months ago

Here's a shower thought:

My favorite Yandere! FNAF 2 plot is you knowing The Withereds before they became what they are. (I've been playing FNAF 2 lately)

When you were younger you recall visiting Freddy Fazbear's pizza.

You sang along to the band and felt like you were going on adventures at Pirate's Cove.

You felt like a kid there... they felt like your friends!

In fact... all four saw you as their best bud and pal.

Freddy sang to you, Bonnie played songs on his guitar to you, Chica cooked for you, and Foxy played into your imagination.

You had fun... but soon you grew up... and they were scrapped.

That is until you happened to take the nightshift during FNAF 2.

Maybe you took it for nostalgia. Either way, you still need the money.

On Night 2 you see signs of the Withereds, such as a familiar red fox in the hallway.

During Night 3 is where things really kick up.

One by one the original gang start to recognize you.

You're their best friend... their best bud... you've come back to play!

The four would never want to hurt you.

They only want to play!

However... they don't want to lose you again, either.

Surely you won't mind playing again... forever?

(Thoughts, lol?)

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jezz343434

1 year ago

A Daring Creature -Part 3

Zestial x fem angel reader

note: I hope you like it!!!

Word count: 1792

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

Zestial started looking everywhere for her, even sending out some of his contracts to search for her.

Y/n had been walking around town with Angel Dus when she saw a familiar figure running her way, it was Edward. IT WAS EDWARD!!! WHAT TIME WAS IT?! OMG, she had completely lost time and worried Zestial and Edward.

"Y/N! Where have you been?!" The older man scolded her. "Zestial is sending everyone out to look for you!"

"Wait, like the Zestial?" Angel Dust asked. "Don't tell me you're in trouble with that old fucker, I doubt anyone could protect you if so."

"It's fine, we're friends. I probably worried him." She turned to Edward. "I'm sorry Ed."

"It's fine, just let's go now!"

The two quickly made it back to the manor, with Zestial arriving only five minutes later after he heard news of her being found.

"WHERE WERE THOU?!" He yelled at Y/n who was looking down at her feet. "Thee couldst hast been discovered! Or worse, hath been killed!"

"I know I shouldn't have sneaked out but you shouldn't have looked me in another stupid mansion when you promised to take me out!" She yelled back.

"Thou art so irritating." He mumbled while holding his hand on his forehead.

"If you had just upheld your end of the deal I wouldn't be so IrRiTaTiNg."

"Edward, please taketh her away."

"Yes, my lord." Edward stepped forward. "Come on Y/n, let's get you back to your room."

"Fine."

"I know I shouldn't have snuck out but he didn't need to yell at me for it!" Y/n complained. "I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions!"

Edward sighed, "I think we all know you are an adult but you don't know hell. Anything could have happened to you." He frowned. "Do you know how worried I was when I heard you were missing?"

"I'm sorry Ed." She opened the door to her bedroom and plopped down on her bed. "I didn't want to worry you but... Zestial is just so frustrating! He says he'll show me around and then locks me up again."

"Perhaps, he's just worried about you too."

"I doubt that. He just wants to use me for his own personal gain."

"You never know." Edward closed the door after he left.

Y/n was left alone in a room, again. Ugh! Why was Zestial such a stuck up, lying asshole. There is no way that man cared about her. He just wanted to use her without actually putting any effort into his side of the deal.

She slowly fell asleep with her, still in her normal clothes.

"I doth not understand her." Zestial complained to Edward. "Wherefore wouldst a blesseth being risketh her life for something as foolish as exploring hell? And Wherefore wilt she beest so stubborn about it?"

"If I'm allowed to give my opinion, sir?" Once he was sure Zestial didn't object to it, he continued. "Y/n is a very free-spirited soul. She takes risks, even when it endangers her do, and uplifts the people around her to be as happy and carefree as her. You won't be able to control her as you would like too."

"Then what doth thee suggesteth I doth with her?"

"The easiest is to just go along with her. It might be a bit risky but I trust that she can handle herself in an emergency and I'm sure you'll come to like her entics too of you give her a chance."

"I seeth."

The whole night, Zestial stayed awake mulling over Edward's advice. He could give it a chance and so long he is there, Y/n wouldn't be discovered as an angel too easily.

Y/n woke up with an awful feeling like she was being watched. She carefully opened her eyes to find Zestial sitting in the corner of her room working on some documents or something alike.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Putteth thy coat backeth on." He looked up into her eyes. "We art going out."

Y/n looked at the overlord confused. "We are?" She questioned.

"Yes, we art." Zestial stood up and made his way to the door. "Beest downstairs in twenty minutes."

The angel was left dumbfounded in her room. What just happened?

Waiting downstairs were Zestial and Edward, already ready to go out.

"Wait, you're actually taking me out and not dropping me off somewhere?" Y/n pulled up the hood of her coat.

"Yes", Zestial answered, "we shall beest getting breakfast and seeth where all goeth from there."

Edward opened the door. "After you my lord."

The three made their way down town into a more classy area. It was still very hellish but the shops were more refined and less damaged. They finally arrived at a restaurant called Hell's Kitchen, which sounded quite familiar to Y/n but she shook it off.

A waiter came up to them by the door and let them to their table. The restaurant had pristine white walls, tiles and tablecloths. As Y/n was looking around the waiter brought them their plates and an absurd amount of cutlery; three forks, three knifes and three spoons each. They were also handed the menu.

"What are some dishes that I can only get down here in hell?" Y/n asked looking at all the options.

"Anything really," Edward answered, "every ingredient down here in hell tastes starkly different than on earth."

"Then I think I'll take the... Screaming pancakes?" She looked over the menu again and realised they all had such weird names; wrath's toast, imp wrap, devilled eggs, no wait that one's actually normal.

Everyone had put in their order and Zestial and Edward got lost in a conversation Y/n didn't care enough about to pay attention to. Instead she took in the rest of the demon's that dined here. It was obvious this establishment was targeting the higher class.

At one table sat a blue birdman dressed in a fine suit with a younger girl, probably his daughter, dressed in a more emo-style attire.

At another table sat a girl in a pretty dress with blond hair and clown cheeks. Across from her sat a young man dressed in green. His hat has was decorated with yellow eyes and teeth.

At a table much closer to hers sat another two demons. One of which she could only see the back of; a woman with white hair and a beautiful, large hat. The man who she was dining with was completely dressed in red. On top of his head stood two antlers and a set of deer ears.

Y/n hadn't realised she had been staring until the demon looked right at her, she quickly looked away but the damage had already been done. She could hear footsteps coming her way. When she dared to look up, the man was hovering over her.

"Good morning Zestial," the man greeted him like an old friend, "it's not like you to eat breakfast out. What's the special occasion?" The demon had a strange voice, almost like she was listening to a radio and not a man speaking right next to her.

"It is nothing special, Alastor," Zestial answered calmly, "I am simply taking two of mine own servants out to consume a fine breakfast."

"I've never seen this one around before." Alastor pointed to Y/n. "Is she a new contract of yours?"

"Yes, the lady hast been untrusted under mine own care."

"Don't you think it's rude to wear a hood whilst inside?" Alastor asked.

"She is an exception." Zestial stayed calm, knowing it will only arise suspicion if he acted any differently.

"I see... Is she also the one you were thinking about when you were distracted yesterday?" Alastor knew he was pulling his leg with this one bit the hooded stranger could mean a possible weakness to exploit.

"No." Zestial's sounded slightly irritated. "I wast not restful yesterday, wherefore I wast not paying attention. It hadst nothing to doth with Y/n."

"You sound tense," the other overlord jested, "I'll leave you be. Enjoy your breakfast."

When Y/n was sure Alastor was out of earshot, she turned to Zestial and Edward. "Who was that?"

"He is the Radio Demon," Edward answered.

"One of the strongest human souls in hell," Zestial explained, "If it be true thee wouldst ever cometh across him on thy owneth, runneth the other way. He is one of the lastest demons thee wanteth to figure out thy secret."

"Undertood."

Through the whole breakfast, the Radio Demon had kept an eye on her. It creeped her out, so once they were finished, she was happy to get out of there.

"Where to!?" Y/n asked while skipping.

"Thee may hath chosen. We art here for thee after all."

"Hmm, do you have fun stuff here?" She asked, "like an arcade, a museum with hell's history and stuff or maybe a theatre!"

"I am afraid we doth not hasts museums, however, I couldst taketh thee to a theatre." Zestial led the way with Edward and Y/n following behind.

The day went by with a breeze. The theatre ended up being an actual theatre, not a movie theatre to Y/n's surprise. After bickering back and forth between Y/n and Zestial, they ended up going with her choice; Immoral, based on a popular pride ring franchise Sorcerer of Shizz. While it was not of Zestial's usual tastes, he enjoyed the amazed look in the angel's eyes.

After that they walked around in one of the few well maintained parks in hell. Y/n jumped from flowerbed to flowerbed, looking at the strange hellflowers. It put a smile on the overlords face.

"Look at this one!" She yelled. "It's beautiful!"

As Zestial made his way to her crouching down form, his eye caught the flower that had entranced the angel. The pride hydrangea was hell's version of the normal hydrangea but it's blue colour had a reddish hue to it when held in the light, bigger and...

"Its pollen art poisonous." Zestial reached his hand out and plucked one. "However having one or two around shouldst not beest much of a problem." He delicately held the flower between his fingers, slowly bringing it to Y/n's face and putting it behind her ear. "Taketh one."

"Thank you." She smiled brightly at the others kind jester.

As everyone got tired they made their way back home. Once there Zestial immediatly went to his office, Edward brought Y/n a very small vase for the flower and she dropped down on her bed.

Zestial had grabbed a book from his shelve and continued his notes in it, thinking back on the day the whole time. Edward wast right, the overlord thought, it wast easier to wend along with her antics. And perhaps he enjoyed her antics.

"Edward," Zestial called upon his contractee.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Cleareth out mine own schedule for this Wednesday," Zestial ordered, "and asketh Y/n where she wanteth to wend to."

Part 4- unfinished

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ALSO!!!! If you have an idea where the two could go next tell me. IDK why but I actually had trouble with coming up with fun ideas! Put it in the comments, send me a message or put it in my inbox!

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jezz343434

1 year ago

How to catch doumas eye!

Things that would help you catch his eye:

Be a human (I think he would like a weaker s/o cuz he likes the power difference)

Be a woman (We know he's far more interested in women then men)

Not be a demon slayer (If you'd catch his eye and you were a demon slayer he'd probably become hell bound on eating you :( )

Be pretty (kind of superficial but he likes a pretty lady)

Be a member of his cult (He would have to have self control around you and wouldn't immediately eat you so he'd get time to know you

To avoid being eating and let him live longer youd probably have to have a talent that could entertain him ex: Singing, dancing, acting(?) Maybe even be able to create things like paintings, pottery, woodworking.

He likes being worshipped so he'd like having you give him things you made or if you preformed for him. (Easy way to becoming a favorite)

A way to draw his attention towards you would to be quiet at first, not to fan girly like the other members. When you talk to him you talk to him as though he's just like you, a fellow human. Makes him feel more humane you know?

He likes mystery so not telling him how you wound up on his doorstep would enamor him and encourage him to get to know you better.

Ideal personality traits:

Caring: He would like watching you develop attached to things and express sympathy and gentleness since those are things he can't express.

Attentive: He would like it if you took notice to him being emotionless but wouldn't judge him. When he admitted to it and you said.

"What a terrible thing to live with."

He swore his heart almost started to beat.

A bit sassy/ snappy: If you were just nice all the time I feel he would get bored so throwing out the occasional sassy remark would entertain him, but if you were throwing insult after insult he'd get bored of your attitude and feel disrespected probably leading to him killing you. Its like a balance of both.

Quiet: As previously stated he'd be intrigued by someone's who's quiet and doesn't talk much even though it seems like he'd give up. He'd probably keep trying to talk to you and pry answers out of you or in the very least get more then one word answers.

When you open up to him he's as close as he can get to happy because he feels special!

Also I think he would like to be his s/o only relationship so they kind of depend on him for social interaction and physical contact.

Shy: He loves it when you mumble or speak quietly like he's in love with it because it makes you look so small and scared. He especially loves to tease making you get all flustered is a giant bonus.

Short post but I think I made it canon so I'm still pretty proud of this

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