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mamayan · 6 months

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★Good Boy☆

Sub! Genya Shinazugawa x Soft Dom! Reader

cw: Soft Dom! Reader • Fem! Reader Coded • Sub! Genya • Fluff • Mild Angst • Hand Job (M) • Mild Teasing • Mild Overstimulation • Praise • Fingering (M) • Oral (M)

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A/N: He is an angel, no one can convince me otherwise—

“Can I…?” You turned to see your sweet lover standing in the entrance of the shoji, handsome as always but wearing an unusual nervous expression.

You cock a brow expectantly, smile curving your lips. “Can you what, Genya?” There’s a teasing lilt to your tone which makes him purse his lips, pale skin beginning to flush red.

“T-Tanjiro was the one to bring it up, okay? I-I wasn’t listening to anything weird, alright?” His immediately defensive words before he’d even asked permission was a telling sign for you as interest sparked in your eyes. That made him even more nervous, but the sight of you sitting and being so patient made it even more difficult for him not to ask.

“Alright Genya, I understand. Now go ahead and tell me.” You weren’t asking, but your tone hadn’t changed. It didn’t matter though, as Genya immediately spit it out at your command.

“C-Can I lay my head on your l-lap?!” He’d all but screamed it. Panting as if it’d taken an incredible amount of effort to speak the sentence, the demon slayer with physical abilities that few could contend with appeared all but starved for oxygen. Those wide dark amethyst eyes are bloodshot and a little teary at the edges as he stared fervently at you.

“Yes?” You’d expected something different. Less innocent at least.

His face lights up though, and it makes any disappointment dissolve in the face of such a gorgeous display of happiness. His sweet smile and flushed cheeks make you coo, shifting yourself to sit in a more formal position as he scurries and secures a spot on your thighs with his head.

He lays himself almost stiffly on your lap, his large body frozen as if you’d change your mind if he were to move too much. You chuckle in amusement, his eyes flicking up to where you leaned over him. “Relax sweet boy, close your eyes.” He was too cute to deny right now, especially as he obeys with almost too much enthusiasm and tightly shuts his eyes with more concentration than necessary. You help him out, smoothing your hand lightly over his face, trailing down his cheeks and jaw with a feather light touch. He’s stuck between feeling like wanting to claw out of his own skin and melting in it. Your soft touch leaves him vulnerable, but as does the position which situates you over him, almost like he’s being protected. Genya ponders the last time he’s felt safe like this, but thoughts of his family and Sanemi hurt his chest too much to dwell long on, so he enjoys the fluffy feeling beginning to consume him and his mind.

“How was your day, my love?” He hates how much he adores your sweet names for him. As if each one is a balm to soothe his frayed nerves for each time he’s been hurt or insulted. He’s unable to deny a single request or command from you, nor does he particularly want to either. “I trained with Tanjiro, the dumb guy. He keeps getting stronger, while I’m just…” he grits his teeth, words not coming as easily as he tries to formulate the correct words which would describe his own inferiority to Tanjiro—

“Just what?” You goad.

“While I’m just me,” he doesn’t look at you anymore, eyes focused on the other end of the room as if his greatest enemy stands like a ghost in the corner. “I’m just me, I don’t have any cool ancestors or fancy breathing styles, I ain’t like ‘Nemi—,” you gently tilt his face back up towards you, eyes so warm he stutters on his words and stops entirely. How could you look at him like that? When he’s like this?

“You don’t need to be like him though, do you? You’re perfect just the way you are, sweet boy. Have I not shown you already? Your effort, your strength, your perseverance… they’re all yours, right?” His breathing nearly halts, so focused on your words he feels himself going light headed, “Focus on what you can do and focus on coming back to me. Isn’t that enough?” A single tear slides down his cheek, gaze blurry with the ones unshed as his chest fills with adoration and admiration for you.

“Don’t cry ‘Nya, I haven’t even done anything yet,” your teasing words make him flush deeper, the innuendo not lost on him despite his embarrassment.

“I-I ain’t cryin’!” He flinches as you inflict a small pinch to his cheek, “Sorry…” he apologizes quickly for yelling.

“Why are you embarrassed? Don’t you like when I play with you?” He wants to melt into the floor, but he’s trapped by the soft pillow of your thighs beneath his head and neck. Of course he liked it, he loved it even, but admitting it aloud was the most difficult for him. His silent trembling and watery gaze weren’t convincing enough apparently. Your hand leaves his soft tresses, smoothing down his neck and onto his chest where he tenses under the delicate pressure.

“That’s too bad ‘Nya, I really want to play with you now but… since you don’t like it, I won’t force you.” He nearly jolts up, but halts in fear of damaging your hand in his carelessness, instead panicking.

“N-no! I like it! I really, really like it,” his honest declarations are the easiest to achieve when he’s not given time to think of some crass response or lie, “Y-you always make me feel, well, good, really good,” he looks ready to burst, his cute expression almost too much for you as you withhold your laughter.

“Oh…? What do you like best then, sweet boy?” You knew he was close to his verbal limit, but to not push him until he couldn’t take anymore would be a waste since he so sweetly offered himself up like this.

Genya choked as your hand drifted lower, unable to control his body even with deep breathing as his pants began to feel tighter.

“I like… when you touch me, like this,” it feels like his throat is closing up. Your sweet hum of affirmation and your hand drifting lower was incentive enough to keep going. “When you—fuck,” his eyes nearly roll back just from you teasing the edges of his belt line.

“Finish your sentence, or we can stop here.”

“Wh-when you touch my cock—,” he looks like a boiled octopus, so red and flustered as he twitches helplessly beneath your hand. His eyes meet your own, as if asking if that was the right answer to get what he wants, no, needs from you.

He feels almost betrayed when you only lightly skim his stiff cock with the tips of your fingers, smile still in place as he gasps and jerks despite the minimal stimulation.

“I’m touching it, baby. Just how you like,” he wished you’d end the teasing, weak to your voice and touch as he grows closer to his breaking point.

“M-more please, like you usually do—,” his tone is getting whinier and more desperate.

“How do I usually do it…?” You drag one finger just up to the tip, chuckling as his hips hump uselessly up for even a tiny bit more friction. You deny him of course, playing dumb while dragging your finger around the opening where pre-cum was already pearling up.

He huffs, a light moan being drawn when you press down on his opening. “Y-you grip it, fuck, my cock—please, I-I need you,” there it was, your smile widens as tears spill freely, his eyes finally losing their defiance and cocky attitude in favor of showing you the sweet softness he holds beneath the surface just for you.

“There’s my sweet boy, I was wondering where’d you been~” you coo and give in finally, curling your fingers around his poor leaking cock and tightening until his breath became lodged in his throat and his body stiffened. “My sweet boy always tells me what he wants, doesn’t he?” You give no warning, only jerking him harshly and quickly, loving the way his eyes flash with pleasure and trepidation. Genya can’t speak anymore, only choked gasps and moans escaping as you drive him towards a quick and viscious end, back arching up, head pressing deeper into your thighs. “Wa—ngh—c-cum—please, I—!” Drool slides down the corner of his mouth as he brokenly begs for permission.

“Of course you can cum, sweet boy. Make a mess for me, ‘Nya” and he does, the vigorous stimulation right after being teased has him tumbling down the cliff’s edge as he shoots ropes of thick hot cum all over your hand inside his pants.

“Ah—!” He always cums with such emotion you can help but lean deeper and swallow his cries, tongue easily invading his mouth and tasting the sweets he likely shared with Tanjiro earlier.

He jerks as you continue your fast and unending pace, hand able to work him easier now that his cum has lubed himself up.

“S’too much—!” He can only cry against your lips, clearly becoming overwhelmed and overstimulated but you merely hush him with another kiss as he’s forced to cum again, though much less coming out but not at the cost of pleasure as his mind goes completely blank as pain bleeds into the orgasm.

When you pull away, he’s left as a true mess on your lap, dazed expression languid and body completely pliant now.

As a slayer, he’s quick to recover, eyes lazily tracking your hand coming out of his pants, sticky with his release as you bring it to your lips and make a show of licking it up.

When his cock jumps to life again under the lewd display, you happily share in the experience and press two fingers against his lips.

He doesn’t even think as he parts them, your fingers pressing in and forcing his own release inside his mouth. He cleans your fingers eagerly, less shy now and with vigor.

“Good boy, ‘Nya, clean them good, okay? Get them nice and wet, I plan to fuck your ass with them.” He nearly passes out at your vulgar language, face becoming completely molten as you work your fingers around in his mouth, rubbing against his tongue while his eyelids grow heavy. “Does that sound nice? Do you want that, Genya?” The use of his full name lets him know he needs to answer or you’ll stop. You pull your fingers away so he can speak.

“Yes, yes please, I-I want that.” He doesn’t hesitate, knowing full well you can and will deny him if he’s slow to reply. You smile and plunge your fingers back into his mouth, swirling them a bit and even intentionally poking a little too deep to see his eyes water. “Such a good boy, my good boy,” you murmur, and his heart swells at your claiming of him.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull them free with an audible pop, saliva nicely coating them while Genya sits up, expression akin to a puppy eager to please its master for a treat.

“Strip and lay down for me,” you order softly, voice never rising but command firm all the same. It sends shivers down his spine, the ability to completely let his guard down and let you make the decisions for him, let you lead him because without a doubt he trusts you.

“Slow down,” you chuckle and tell him, slowing his violently fast movements to strip into a more normal pace so you can watch his skin be revealed like a present being unwrapped. He’s scarred, a physical reminder he’s survived, but not without cost and pain. His sinewy muscles are revealed as he folds and sets aside his top like you enjoy, his upper body bare, pale skin tinged pink like his face, veins bulging out as he trembles under your stare. He’s embarrassed and aroused, painfully aroused, but it wasn’t anything new in your presence. You set him on fire, made him melt into a puddle. He’s trembling even as he stands and pulls his pants down, adorable white underwear stained and soaked from his earlier release, his cute cock smacking against his skin with a wet noise as he pulls them down and releases it.

Down his lithe muscular legs, Genya fully undresses for you, obeying and sitting back down on the tatami mat below and letting his body lay out.

“So good for me, knees up and legs spread baby,” you coo, kneeling down as well after removing a few layers yourself. He’s star struck, eyes unable to look away from your perfect figure he very much wishes to worship, licking his drying lips in anticipation.

He stays as still as possible, only twitching a little as you blow cool air on the dark reddened tip of his plush cock, the leaking tip mostly hidden by his foreskin. “Keep your eyes on me, okay? If you look away, I’ll stop.” His pupils dilate, watching as you pull his foreskin down and reveal the sensitive tip, tongue slipping out to lick him. He’s panting and you’ve hardly even begun, hands clenched in shaky fists, nails digging into his skin as he struggles to keep his eyes locked with yours as you slowly open your mouth and let a glob of spit roll down his shaft. He wants to burst, ready to cum again by sight alone but he doubts you’ll give him permission to cum before you’ve had your fill yet.

Then he feels the cool wet sensation on the tight ring of muscle below, his balls drawing up as you gently prod with a single digit until he breathes out and relaxes, earning a smile from you as your finger slips inside of him. It doesn’t even burn, only a slightly alien sensation at first as you gradually wiggle and stretch his hole, pad of your finger lightly grazing his prostate.His eyes roll back as a loud moan escapes him, hips jerking up and smearing a line of pre-cum across your lips and cheek as he stutters.

It’s too late when you completely pull away, finger leaving him as well as you sit back patiently. His eyes went wide with panic, “N-no wait—! I-I’m sorry, please, Y/N, I’ll be good, please,” his desperate little pleas tumbling out freely. “I’m not upset ‘Nya, my good boy, I just need you to look at me baby, you can be good and do that right?” He’s nodding before you even finish, a pretty flutter of dark hair moving where his mohawk rests. “Be good, I’ll be good,” he affirms, eyes so serious and strained you giggle, moving back again to his cock twitching desperately for any attention you’re willing to give it.

Genya gasps in shock as you give him two fingers this time, his ass stretching just enough for a tiny burn before it fades as you lock your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue under the skin around his tip. His eyes water, unblinking as they look at you, and you’re blessed with the sight of them finally falling as he grits his teeth and whines for you. Your fingers prod and brush his prostate, warm tongue so gentle and sweet compared to your calculated thrusts into his hole, his whines becoming delirious moans while he pants and drools, face fucked out and so cute you can’t help taking more of his cock into your mouth. He feels so good, a building thrum of pleasure swirling from both his cock and ass it’s turning his brain to mush.

“I-I need, please may I, Y/N—!” He howls your name, one eye nearly closing but he holds strong when you suck particularly hard on him. “May I cum, fuck, please, please I need—!” Tears flow freely now, his dark purple eyes reddened on the corners as they spill down his cheeks while his hips thrust up begging for release.

You pull off with a pop, free hand working his cock still just like before as he grunts almost as if in pain but you know he’s simply holding on by a thread.

“Cum for me ‘Nya, let go baby,” you encourage, and he does. Unable to deny you a single thing and truly unable to stop the white hot pleasure which rips through him as his cock twitches and spurts his hot load. You open your lips, catching his cum in your mouth as he gasps and writhes below, sweet moans and whines filling the space as you gently work him down. You pull your fingers free at last, his tight ring twitching too as you do.

He’s left a sweaty satiated mess when you pull up, easily crawling over him and slotting your lips against his. Genya opens, groaning as you push his cum into his mouth, his salty sweet taste now filling his senses along with the taste of you.

You kiss him with all the love you feel, only pulling away when you need the air finally, adoration and awe covering your slayer’s cute face.

“I love you,” he looks so vulnerable saying it, as if you rejecting him might destroy his fragile heart.

You’d never do such a thing though.

“I love you too, my sweet boy, my Genya,” and he’s gone as you affirm his love. As you claim him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and we can have dinner.” Your aftercare is nothing short of perfection, and while he’s shy in receiving such tender care and love he’s been deprived of so long, he’s unable to deny how lovely it is to be cherished like this. He might still not be on the best of terms with his brother, but he knows a safe space will always remain in your arms.

“Y/N…,” you look up, his eyes shining with tears again but this time his smile is filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” his voice is hoarse, but you laugh, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into your chest as you kiss his head.

Dividers by/@cafekitsune

#Sub! Genya Shinazugawa #soft dom! reader #I’m a sap I know #He’s too cute though #I wanna peg him too lol #dom! reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #genya shinazugawa #genya smut #Genya Shinazugawa x reader #Genya Shinazugawa x reader smut #kny Genya #kny Genya smut #kny Genya x reader smut #demon slayer smut

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barawrah · 1 month

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commission for @neurodivernon 💭

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sappy-detective · 7 months

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i think it’s a really funny idea that shuichi is probably a really pretty boy, i mean son of a actress? and just.. look at him. he’s rich and gorgeous and then there’s .. ouma.

shuichi: “what do i do kaede? he’s out of my league..”

kaedes: *side eyeing him while ouma is squinting water guns full of soda at other students* “um…”

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estinesstories · 2 months

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𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝔂

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥/ 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩! 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤. 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 💗

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙑𝙤𝙭’𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙑’𝙨, 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 “𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤” 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 (𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜) (𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢) (𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩), 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙭𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙩.

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙤 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛.

(𝙃𝘼𝙕𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨. 𝙄 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 😁👍)

Velvette was getting impatient.

She had this whole new collection that was inspired off of the extermination, basically a blood and angels type of deal. Now that she thinks about it, that’s not a bad title…

Anyways, she knew this was the perfect time to mess with Vox, as you had obviously had a thing for each other but were too ignorant to do anything. Velvette and Val were suffering in forced silence (thanks to Vox) as they watched you two fumble around aimlessly with each other.

But this was gonna be great, you were going to model one of the three outfits she put together: The Angel. Another reason she knew you’d be perfect to model anyways is because of your snowy-owl wings. They’d match perfectly with the outfit!

“Um, Velvette?” You called from the changing room behind the curtains of the miniature runway that Velvette had in the back of her studio. She smiled as she instructed a few of her other models already in the other two outfits to pose on the smaller platforms beside the runway.

“What’s the matter, sweet face?” She halfheartedly glanced at the curtain the your voice was coming from as she waved her hands at and moved the model wearing the Exorcist inspired outfit.

“I’m just, um, are you sure you want me wearing it? I don’t want to ruin it or anything, didn’t you say someone important was going to look at the outfits before the show?” You asked nervously; you’d never modeled before, but you knew the basics of it. Only thing was Velvette refused to tell you who was coming to watch you. I just don’t want you to get nervous! Don’t about it honey! “Just remember, I don’t want you to strut out bold and everything like that. Angels are supposed to be graceful, kind, and gentle. So just come out as yourself, don’t be nervous!”

Don’t get nervous your ass, it didn’t matter who did and didn’t come, it was always a bit nerving just doing it. Before you could think anymore about who might come though, the door to the studio opened.

“This better be fucking good, Velvette. I’ve got work to do, and you already took Y/n.” Vox grumbled, the last part a mumble which went unheard by you. But hell did you started to panic when you heard his voice. Vox? Vox? Oh my gosh, this was Velvette’s plan all along, wasn’t it? Oh no…

“Oh, whatever. I have a good reason. Now, if you don’t want to waist anymore time,” Velvette smirked and pushed Vox closer to the stage, causing him to scowl at her silently. “I suggest you watch the damn show already.”

The lights cut out, signaling your cue. You took a deep breath and ruffled your wings before extending them to half their full size behind you. They had small hints of gold glitter and accents as well as your makeup, thanks to Velvette’s assistance. You held your hands together in front of you and tried your best to be graceful as you made your way into the open.

The light was positioned behind you, giving an “angel bringing you to heaven” sort of affect to your outfit, and the moment the light hit your outfit and accents, it was beautiful. The glitter and gold shone and reflected all over the room subtly, but beautifully. Once Vox saw you, he was awestruck. His eyes widened as his mouth fell agape. You kept your gaze gentle with a soft smile, just like Velvette said. Even if you wanted to turn more red than a hellcat and jump out of the V-tower. Vox didn’t even pay attention to the other models outfits, which were also lit up nicely by colored lights from beside them.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, but you caught it exactly. You widened your eyes and your face went cherry red, but rose your eyebrows in concern when Vox started glitching out immediately afterwards. Your wings silently lifted you off the ground and towards the buffering machine.

“Vox? Are you-“ before you could finish your sentence, the lights went out and Vox stumbled forward, his screen now black. You yelped, quickly catching him and instinctively wrapping your wings around him. You looked to Velvette, panicking. She only laughed for a few seconds before resting a hand on her hip and putting her phone (which she was working on as Vox was drooling over you) in her back pocket.

“Just give ‘im a few secs, hun. Anyways, I’ve gotta go do, uh, fashion things! Kisses!” She giggled before darting out of the room, just in time for Vox’s fans to start turning on again. He finally rose his head from your shoulder with a groan, unaware of his surroundings at first.

“Fucking, Jesus,” he groaned barley opening his eyes. “What happened?”

“I-I don’t know, I hope I didn’t have anything to do with it-“ you stuttered, looking him over worriedly, not noticing your close proximity or the fact you were still holding him up and hugging your wings around him. But he did, oh hell yes he did.

His eyes went wide once again as everything hit him at once, and the fact you were still in the outfit itself and three inches from his screen holding him.

He scuttered up to a stand, but kept his hands on your elbows, and yours on his waist. Your wings retreated in surprise once he had stood, and you almost stopped holding him entirely if it weren’t for his hands grasping your forearms.

You waited for him to say something, anything, because the more he just stared silently at you, the more you became worried and urging to leave. At that moment, the power came back on, and the lighting was reflecting off of you again gorgeously. It made Vox’s heart swell.

“Is everything alright?” Your voice was soft, only for him to hear, and comforting, as you maintained eye contact, it made him feel like he was the only one in hell besides you, something he’s never felt before in his death. The lightning, the mood, you; everything was perfect.

“Y/n, I wanted to say..” he choked, he didn’t know what to say. His screen turned a small shade of pink, but only you noticed. Good thing you did.

Smiling, you giggle and pull him in for a real hug, with both your wings and arms wrapped around him comfortingly. “I love you too.”

Vox’s eyes widened one last time before softening as he relaxed and hugged you back, relief washing over him like never before. “Oh, thank God.”

𝙊𝙠, 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝙎𝙊 𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀 😭 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚! 𝙏𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 💗

𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚

#Spotify #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #fluffy #vox x reader #angels #demons #blood bath #exorcist #he’s just too cute #too bad he’s insane and would most definitely stalk you even if you didn’t even know him💗

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months

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stoner darling....save me stoner darling

#i miss the demon weed dealer too he (?) cute #stoner reader

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dollsuguru · 4 days

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need to rewatch mdzs i’m thinking HEAVILY about wei wuxian rn……….

#i wanted the weiwuxian url so bad but someone beat me to it… the biggest travesty #ANYWAYS…….. he’s so fucking sexy #the yiling patriarch… the grandmaster of demonic cultivation… he’s a good guy ok don’t be fooled #i love long dark-haired anime men ok they’re just sooooooooo my type omfg #he’s so silly and cute too he has DICHOTOMY #personal #wei wuxian #mdzs #i need to create another catchall tag for my other show gifsets i wanna rb… lemme ruminate on that #maybe i’ll just be basic and put it under anime 😭 even though it’s a chinese #donghua! but i need a catchall so maybe it’ll be anime…….. 😭😭😭 we’ll see

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perenlop · 1 year

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oh so when moth flight has kittens as a medicine cat and gives them away to strangers, one of which let his own son die and considered killing babies, because she can’t deal and somehow cant ask her clanmates to help, shes noble and brave and wise and shaped things for generations to come and she gets to die peacefully with all her children being like “wow mom that was so cool of you, we’re so happy and you are so smart and epic”, but when leafpool has kittens as a medicine cat and gives them to her sister who she knows wont mistreat them, she’s treated like shit by most people around her and shes so unforgivable that her children can’t help but snark about this at her funeral and shes almost sent to cat hell. ok

#no lets talk abt how fucked up moth flight was for that actually. like heres the thing atleast the three grew up together #at least they had a family at least they were happy. and they were too young to remember leafpool nursing them #so its understandable when theyre mad but leaf did what she could with the circumstances #moths kittens were attached to her and each other and her clanmates. and she ripped them from all of that #this was FAR from her only option like the rule wasnt even set at that point. her hand was not forced at ALL #yes she struggled but she was not by herself and she didnt have stigma around it stopping her #not to mention uh. clear sky held her hostage a few chapters before. he let his own son die over his pride.#hes considered killing kittens before for the sake of it.#but he ''deserves'' her child more bc he lost a son and this is so cute and wholesome for him #even tho he hates outsiders and treats them like shit #nah lets demonize moth flight a bit more for this bc she was actually so morally fucked up and in the wrong for this #and it drives me crazy how this is not portrayed as a heinous act but a bittersweet noble sacrifice thats shes rewarded for #ntm leafpool only suffered as bad as she did over moth flights actions.#echoed voice

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angelbambisworld · 1 month

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Pookie loves his sweets!

#kiss #kiss band #gene simmons #kissblr #kiss army #pookie bear #celebrity crush #the demon #teddy bear #cutie pie #hes so cute i wanna pinch his cheeks #cute #cutie patootie #oh and shannons there too i guess

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fumifooms · 21 days

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Mickrin

Fifth entry of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series. This one’s straight up embarrassing, like of course the shadow version of Chilchuck and Marcille would get me.

It suddenly grabbed me out of nowhere. What got me thinking about it is this exchange, first comic third panel, because like… Woah. He knows she has a thing for Kabru? Or something. And he has NO FEAR. Like it’s so forward and has 0 pretenses lmao. And then I thought… And oh no. Oh no.

"I can fix him" x "I can make her worse"

Very uptight and strict and rules-following and too self-aggrandizing tbh x will not hesitate to insult you to your face and sleazy and free spirit…. Kuro is involved in an ot3 of sorts in my head and basically they drag her into Situations of various moral standing aka scams or idk going to a club god forbid. I think she needs to relax and get taken down 1 peg maybe, and I think he needs like…….. Someone to teach him what is unhealthy lmao, also remind him to get work benefits, and if they can like get to feel safe and comfy with one another (and god just the road there would be a beautiful trainwreck to watch) they would be gossip besties worsties.

Kabru needs to be the epitome of morals but like, if it’s Mickbell she can lower the bar… Just for him… <3 She can fix him just a little and she’ll be like "wow! Ok I can settle for this amount of upstanding behavior from you Mickbell you get a gold star"

I never expected it ok I read this extra expecting nothing and god knows why I saw him be like "hey u like Kabru right. You’re his babysitter right. Which poor sap is being Kabru’s maid" with 0 fear and her being so casually pissed back at him and idk, how they’re so comfy being not polite with one another but they’re still coworkers-friends despite it… Crazy for how prickly they both are that they manage that much. They bicker and see each other as annoying at best but weirdly dependable and friends despite it all and……….. I am going to grow them in a lab and observe how I can make it work

MICKBELL IS A REBOUND MORE AT 9??? Maybe Rin and Mickbell have a one night stand and then the aftermath dynamic is this….. She probably regrets it. And then it gets more complex and grows into something odd as she becomes hyperaware of him and they have this little complicity thing going on….

I think cuddling with Kuro (who would be more like a platonic protective & soothing presence in his and Rin’s relationship rather than romo) would destress her actually I think she needs and deserves it. Go to a dog cafe bbygirl it’ll fix you. So what I’m saying is the three of them watch a movie and Rin and Mickbell are sitting on Kuro’s laps and everyone is so comfy. Kuro’s legs die halfway through but he’s self-sacrificing it’s fine….. Actually Mick is on his laps Rin’s just nuzzled into his side. There, fixed. I am so weirdly invested in them… They’re funky to think about. Rin seeing Mickbell and Kuro like "you guys are aware that what you two have is fucked up right" and then joining them in the messy dynamic 🤝 Put them in situations. That will be all.