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ᯓ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⑅ walk him like a dog 2 ✯ jb22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no ﹚ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘﹕﹙in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙purpose use of lowercase letters only, not sure if there's gonna be another part, use of y/n, black-cat!reader, golden-retriever-ish!jenson, past-playboy!jenson, lowkey-past-toxic!jenson, VERYY light angst [i think], probably not well proofread, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙icba checking but it's not much at all imooo fjdkjfdsjfkla﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙part two who cheered !?﹚

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JENSON COULDN'T HELP BUT look at the red bull racer's sister eating her lunch with some of her co-workers. she fit right in and right away, even only after a week. she was smiling. oh, her smile. it was different than how she smiled with her brother. how jenson would do anything to make her smile that genuine smile she had with her brother.

"staring at my sister, huh?"

jenson whipped his head around to see sebastian vettel. he opens his mouth then closes it as he sees the fellow driver's raised eyebrows.

sebastian's cold face cracks into a grin. he throws his head back and laughs. "you should have seen the look on your face!"

jenson grumbles under his breath.

"alright, all jokes aside, please don't play with my sisters heart." sebastian puts a hand on jenson's shoulder.

"why would i ever-" jenson starts as he looks at him, but seb raises his eyebrows.

jenson purses his lips. "i.. alright, maybe you're right and i'm sorry."

seb sighs softly. "i'm just looking out for my sister, alright? i love her very much, with all my heart. i don't want to see it broken. i don't want to see *her* broken. just please, promise me."

"i promise." jenson nods sternly.

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days after days, you and jenson had formed a friendly and healthy relationship, in which you both hoped would never be ruined. every time you laughed or smiled, you didn't know the thoughts lingering behind the eyes that shined when you did so. you've opened up more and more, finally showing the fun side of you.

jenson hoped to keep it that way. he hoped that your friendship would never be ruined. he'd never felt this way before, and he didn't know whether you felt the same way or not. being the infamous playboy he was, of course he didn't want to break your heart like he did to the other girls. he made a promise to your brother, a promise he could and would never break. you were too dear to him, too precious. he didn't want to break you. he vowed to, with all his life and heart, and he would never admit that to anyone or to himself.

so from then on, he kept it a secret. a secret he couldn't bear. and little did he know, that you on the other hand, was starting to catch feelings too. and you would never admit that to yourself either.

you both had fallen too hard to ever want to break your relationship. your personalities might be polar opposites, but the way you both want to keep your loved ones close and protected was a trait you shared.

jenson, the infamous playboy he was known as, obviously had toyed with a 'few' girls hearts. he's not one to think before he acts. he's the outgoing, social golden retriever.

you were oftenly known is the black cat, and the studiouss quiet kid. you were known by everyone, but not exactly popular. you plan out your movements carefully, always one step ahead. perfect match, honestly.

but further more, jenson made you feel special. you wanted to deny that feeling that made you think, 'he probably gives this treatment to every girl.' but oh, how you were wrong.

he would never offer to carry an item that weighed less than a pound for the 'other' girls. ("here, let me help you with that." "jenson, i can carry it, it's fine!! it's literally just a-" "no, please just let me help." and of course you had to give in to those helpless eyes. that effect he had on you made you weak in the knees.) he would never buy the 'other' girls special and thoughtful gifts. ("please, darling, this is my treat." "but jens-" "i said it once and ill say it again. my. treat.") he would never follow those 'other' girls around like he did to you, like a dog on a leash. ("walk him like a dog." seb snorted. "shut up!!" you muttered, feeling your cheeks get slightly red. jenson rolled his eyes, continuing to follow you neverless.)

it was never those 'other' girls, who he never even talked to anymore ever since he had met you. it's always been you. and from then, it would never change.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

─ ★Cockwarming Alastor- he isn't used to this, used to sex or anything of that matter but with you it just feels right, with you he does not want to stop. He loves the way you whimper, the way you whisper his name as he thrusts into you at a particular angle. You feel like heaven.

One certain days Alastor likes to fuck you during his little radio broadcasts, he knows the Vee's are listening. You were their favorite dancer before he got a hold of you. His favorite day was when he fucked your innocents away. He may have been sloppy but the way you screamed his name over the radio proved how much you enjoyed it.

But his favorite thing to do is to cockwarm you while he works, your pussy wrapped around his cock as your face buried its self into his neck. Oh how he loves to hold you close as you sleep, you deserve to rest after that. He finds it so hard to control himself around you, something primal hits him, something demonic but now, now he can relax. Your walls clenching around him as he shifts his body durning his broadcasts.

For now he won't disturb you, not when you're stuffed but when you wake up. Alastor just hopes that you're up for another round.

[sodavizz]

I Own You.

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This is part two. Part one is here > ★

Pairings. - Vox x gn!reader.

Summary. - You sell your soul to Vox, but he wants something in return of course; Your body.

(Disclaimer! – 18+ content, mdni. What content you consume is not my problem. Characters that I will write do not belong to me, and rightfully belong to Vivziepop.)

TW. - Vox being a total perv, obsessions, dirty talk, swearing, ooc Vox?, pure smut, creampies.

AN. - This is the last part. I'm not gonna write more parts lol. Still trying to figure out how to do this shit ❤

Word count: 432 words...

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Ever since you sold your soul to him. You started to work at Voxtech, of course. And every time you do something very well, he makes sure to give you a reward.

Vox makes sure to take full advantage of this, by bending you over any chance he could do so. You're busy doing something? He's pulling you to a nearby storage closet. Doing nothing in your room? He's pulling up to your room, spending the whole night with you being his personal cum dump, to the point you could barely walk. Just woke up? Easy, morning sex.

He makes sure you both have done every position he could think of. Cowgirl, missionary, against the wall, doggystyle, and even at his office most times. He's terrified that someone might hear you both, especially the other Vees. So he makes sure to lock the doors securely and keep you quiet.

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"S-sir..." You said as it's the only coherent word you could blurt out, as Vox pistons into your sensitive hole. Besides your tired moans, the lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh is all that can be heard within his room. You've been going on for a couple of hours but he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight. All he wants is to feel you around his cock... You wouldn't let him stop, would you...?

Well of course you can't stop him after the deal you both made. Not like you want him to. You love the feeling of the demon assorting his dominance over you and fucking your brains out every night. So here you are, with Vox slamming his hips into yours like its the last time he could do so. Hitting your sweet spot with every thrust as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grunts as he leaned down to give you a rough kiss on your lips. His thrusts become sloppier as he gets closer to reaching his climax. “Oh Vox- Sir! P-please make me cum...” Your desperate pleas were all it took to push to his peak, shooting hot streaks of cum straight into your insides. You follow suit as you come for what you think is the th time already.

"Hah... Need more of you.." He groaned before starting to pound into you again. "Just need to... feel you for a bit longer... Damn, your fucked out face is getting me all riled up again. You’re tired, baby? I'm sure you could handle one more round.." He said before he starts going faster.

This is gonna take a while.

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[gambleofstars]

Electrician Reader as Vox’s Assistant (Pt. II)

₍ ⌨ ᶻᶻᶻ gambleofstars is typing ... ₎

↳ ❝ [a/n: i’m on a roll, expect a third part also haha, i kind of love this concept to be honest, not to mention i work an office job too so, pretty relatable to me. also minor content warning for smoking, but it's just casual, really] ¡! ❞

Part I

⋆♡* In fact, you liked hell, because people were much less judgmental.

⋆♡* In the overworld, your coworkers would judge you for every move. You were polite? You were a suck-up. You were cold? You were rude. You were professional? You were distant. So when you started calculating your every move? You were scheming.

⋆♡* But here? Your scheming qualities were greatly appreciated and utilized.

⋆♡* Your boss would let you stay in the conference room for business holder meetings. He doesn’t want you to know, but Vox definitely observed your reactions during these meetings. Every twitch of your brow and rolling of eyes you thought went unnoticed, were important.

⋆♡* And having a boss who sees your abilities is a sure way of making a loyal employee. Maybe this was also scheming on Vox’s part but hey, who judges who in hell?

⋆♡* If Vox’s honest, the 8am coffee and your faint groan of annoyance at his client was a bit of a highlight of his day, if you will.

⋆♡* He has to listen to either: boring meetings or other vees’ tantrums every day, so your small presence is welcome as a solidarity of someone seeing what he has to deal with.

⋆♡* (Even though his own hissy fits are no less ridiculous and much more dangerous)

⋆♡* You do get bonuses for putting up with them though. Don’t be mistaken, this is a business transaction, after all.

⋆♡* Sometimes though, you wonder who he was on earth? Or if you crossed paths in any way. You get this sentimental feeling at times that you can never explain…

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

“FUCK!” Vox exclaims as he slumps down on his desk (?) chair after raging about the PR management team messing up their work. Yet again. At this point, his bowtie is all messed up and his button-up is half wrinkled.

He’s still seething, but you can see the anger is slowly sizzling out. Good, you were really not in the mood for playing therapist this evening. You already had a long day of sorting out the PR nightmare that is Valentino’s social media (which was partially the reason for Vox’s current exhaustion).

Usually, you’d listen to Vox yap about 99 problems in his vicinity. Let him let it out and then distract him with an upcoming business opportunity - kinda dealing it like you would with a teenager.

For some reason though, this evening the soft breeze coming through the open windows of the office and purple dust color of the hell’s sky, you felt an olive branch form in your heart.

“Would you like a cigarette?”

It always worked for you. After the stress of sorting out numerous affairs for the Vees (primarily your boss), a cigarette felt like a piece of heaven, really. So, why not? Bonding time with your boss or whatever.

He eyes your outstretched hand that’s holding a pack of Malborry Red (delivered straight from the gluttony ring); he seems almost suspicious, which makes you laugh.

“Don’t worry boss, drugs is Mr. V’s style. This is just tobacco”

“Fuck it”

He grabs the cigarette out of the pack and sighs like a single dad of 50 kids. Before you can laugh at this pathetic little man, you get out your lighter and light the cig up as courtesy, seeing as you’re the one who offered it.

There’s a tense moment when he just looks at you. You don’t know what he’s thinking at times and this is one of them. It bothers you a bit, like you can’t read an open book.

Either way, when he takes the first drag, he slowly goes to lean over the balcony railing with his elbows as you light your own stick. You don’t join him though.

Both of you stay silent in the comfort of an otherwise empty wing. The only noise is from the city down below and the quiet whirring of Vox’s fans to filter out the nicotine-filled smoke.

It’s kind of relaxing, in all honesty.

“Maybe I should just jump off here” he says out loud. The casual tone makes you scoff with amusement as you join him on the balcony as well. You stay close to the door though.

“Please think of the company’s integrity sir” you remind him, taking a drag of your own cigarette “Also, you can’t really die here. There are 75 electricians and technicians on standby at all times.”

Vox groans and puts the screen of his head down onto his forearm, his cigarette hanging off the 50 story building with just his two fingers as a safety measurement.

“Then maybe I’ll go out of commission for a week and ignore everything and everyone for once” he concludes with the same casuality.

“You need to be present at the shareholders meeting tomorrow afternoon or it won’t commence” you explain, honestly a bit delighted in deliberately pissing him off.

“You go do it then”

“No thank you”

Another sigh and a comfortable silence. You’d think Vox fell asleep if his fans weren’t still whirring. Even though feeling pity for the rich is a bit ridiculous, you find yourself approaching him and leaning with your back on the railing.

“Tell you what boss, I think you need to present the angelic security plan by tomorrow at 4:45” you suggest, eyeing his reaction.

He looks up at you a bit confused “Right after the meeting?”

You chuckle a bit mean-spirited “What are they gonna do? Leave?”

He picks up at what you’re putting down and a wicked smile crosses his face “So that means I won’t have any meetings until Friday”

You pick up an ashtray on the coffee table next to you and hold it out for him. But seeing as he doesn’t even notice how his cig is burning away as he plans his Thursday, you pluck it out of his hands to put it out for him.

It’s almost laughable how perplexed he looks, but you resist as you put your own stick out too and place the tray back down.

“Do you need me to plan anything for Thursday sir?”

“Do you think on earth we ever crossed paths?”

Well that was out of the blue “I don’t know sir, never thought about it” that’s a lie, you’ve thought about it every time you left the office with a feeling of deja vu.

“Whatever, who gives a shit” he said, aloof and walked back into his office “You’re more useful as my assistant down here anyway”

Maybe. Not like your life was any less stressful on earth, right? (please, do note the sarcasm).

Still, watching your boss blow up like a bomb every other morning was enough entertainment to make this job amusing.

Not to mention, on earth, this fleeting moment of fondness never crossed your heart. How ironic that you find the most vulnerable part of yourself in the flaming pits of hell filled with sinners alike you.

Maybe that’s why. The fact that you found someone who can keep up the pace with your deliberate chess-piece kind of thinking with no guilt, is a bit of a blessing in disguise.

How a string of your heart happily tugs at his victories.

You won’t let him know that though.

i'm really liking writing out my office work frustrations in these small drabbles ahaha >:) anyway, my request box is open if you wanna drop by :) <3

signing off, gambi 💋

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MANAGER ꒰VEES 𝘅 gn! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳꒱ PART 1: Velvette's Favoritism

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Platonic. In which you're the Vees/VVV's very valued manager, a collection. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; I just love their dynamic smm oml. I can't stop myself. Will write SO MUCH more and add onto this collection!!

☆ You applied on a whim, applying for Velvette's social media team, and unexpectedly landed the job. A job you were probably the least qualified for compared to the other applications ☆ And you weren't the only member of Velvette's team of course, there were several others, but as weeks went by, many were fired for either pissing off Velvette or just not living up to her expectations ☆ You kept your job as you never talked back or shit-talked her, doing your workload and pleasing the young overlord ☆ Velvette continued to fire employees overtime, narrowing her attention onto you, one of her now-experienced employees ☆ She came to you more and yet you never scrambled under all the pressure; you remained calm and did your job ☆ Even jobs you never signed up for, like getting her coffee and such. (Those were her assistant's tasks) ☆ Or bat-shit crazy tasks, again, never complaining and just holding back your disgusted expressions ☆ You never noticed, but many other employees began to dislike your presence ☆ Velvette favored you too much now ☆ She began calling you by name and addressing you properly, compared to everyone else, this was a new level ☆ Her other employees were just "somebody", but you were "[name]" ★ "Bloody hell! Somebody get [name] right now!" ☆ Being Velvette's favorite did come with perks and pet names, she called you "darling" more often than anyone else, and treated you with more care than others ★ "Oh lovely, you did just what I asked. Now go rest, kisses darling." ☆ All the attention increased ten fold after her assistant was fired for sleeping with one of Velvette's best selling models, somehow getting an STD and giving Velvette a PR nightmare ☆ You were immediately promoted as her assistant ☆ But becoming her assistant just made your work load much heavier, now you're covering everything she needed you to ☆ Assisting several departments, handling scheduling and shoots of everyone (from the models to Velvette's), guiding the current media staff, and so much more ☆ You followed her like a shadow, you noted everything she said while simultaneously doing every other task that had to be done ☆ Because you did a huge bundle of work and held a great matter of importance, Velvette gave you her phone number as well as access to higher floors of the Vee tower, something extremely personal ☆ But one day you overheard an exchange between Velvette and Valentino, one you realized you shouldn't be listening to, after only trying to speak with your boss about a drop in views

★ "Don't look at [name], Valentino! Don't even think about it." ✦ "What? I didn't do anything yet." ★ "I know what you're thinking, [name] will not become one of your porn stars." ✦ "Shame, they have the body and face for it." ★ "Do not fuck with me. They're one of the only employees I give any shits about." ✦ "Okay, okay amorcito, I understand." ☆ Velvette openly expressed her favoritism with the other Vee, given that they were close ☆ And Valentino was quick to surrender his plan on recruiting you, seeing as Velvette genuinely liked you (more than her favorite models that he ripped up the week prior) ☆ You weren't really sure how to react to that and you never did, pretending you never heard a peep ☆ So you left before you heard any more, not wanting to hear what other unexpected topics would be brought up ☆ Velvette has since never been seen without you ☆ She spoke to you about whatever was on her mind, no longer just asking for something to be done ☆ She would order you to sit with her on some couch and just talk ☆ You felt as though you got indirectly promoted to Velvette's personal therapist ★ "Ugh, and I can't believe that bitch has the nerve to insult my outfit when she's wearing fucking plaid!" ☆ Velvette also wore plaid. ☆ But her defense was: she wasn't dressing like an "old hag", so she could actually pull it off ☆ You sat and listened for endless hours, never taking your eyes off her

☆ Velvette highly appreciated this since Vox and Valentino both had their own jobs they were busy with ★ "But at least you listen to me, don't you [name]?" ☆ You only nodded in agreement, reassuring her

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➤You can call me Roxie!

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➤My Birthday is September 30th

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Alastor, for the first time in a long time since his arrival in hell, felt a hot rage run through him making his chest heave with disgust, Calliope's initiative to maintain a close friendship with the poor souls who worked alongside the Vee's was distasteful if not inappropriate, though of course anything to do with that trio was of his utter displeasure.

It was obvious his opinion at the sight of his beloved pet wagging its tail near the enemy.

But he tried to control his anger and his own destructive impulse since at the end of the day he knew Calliope well enough to know that no matter what she would come crawling back into his arms like the stupid, disgusting, obedient little thing she was, oh so he thought, how stupid of him to have let his guard down like that.

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- What did you just say to me? - To say that Alastor was furious was an understatement, the static had overridden his voice more than usual just as his own shadows were growing restless at the scene of insolence.

That was new...

Alastor could have sworn that the little creature's soul was his property and not his own...which made his audacity burn in his guts.

Calliope could see his eyes narrow at her as his smile twisted, anger was beginning to cloud his judgement, but against all odds this time she didn't seem to relent and sudden burst of confidence managed to make even Alastor's antlers widen in silent menace.

He had just given her a simple, uncomplicated task other than to take a couple of garments to his tailor, in a normal situation she would have accepted with an endearing excitement but this time Calliope seemed reluctant to remain Alastor's little servant.

- I think you heard me right Alastor, I said no, you can turn around and go find another poor soul to do your bidding because I have better and more important things to do," she replied with a raised brow and a timbre that could easily be considered a growl.

Alastor's ears twitched back and an almost evil grin appeared on his lips as his animated personality was eclipsed by the shades of his anger completely clouding his judgment and the throbbing pain in his palms as his claws dug into them with force

Where had been his obedient little pet that always seemed ecstatic to please him with his every request.....who was it that was poisoning his silly little girl's little mind?

She could not allow these displays of disobedience to remain in her presence, she was now aware of the mistake of having been too gentle with her, although fortunately she still had time to correct this behavior.

Her mother had raised a polite, eloquent and respectable gentleman, but thanks to her upbringing she knew that spoiled brats had to be handled with a firm hand so that they would learn respect.

- Oh, sweetie, you've probably mistaken me for someone who really cares what you think," he said furiously, letting his voice crackle with the static that was beginning to set in.

Deep down he wished Calliope would come to her senses and bow her head.

- Believe what you will Alastor, I don't care, I have an appointment to keep," the audacity of her words was coupled with the sly smile that appeared on her lips as she turned to leave.

Her heart pounded with anticipation as she felt Alastor's eyes burn holes in the back of her head, and the degrading silence seemed louder the longer she watched, but this time Calliope was undeterred. The determination to try to take control of her life was stronger than the fluttering butterflies that flooded her insides.

But the joy did not last long when a sharp, stabbing pain caught her throat.

a sharp, stabbing pain caught her throat, the chain attached to her neck materialized and with a hard tug she managed to pull back a couple of steps before falling off her sword with a high-pitched screech.

And when she least expected it, the enormous figure of Alastor was already in front of her, eclipsing her with his imposing presence, his demonic form was making its presence known, causing Calliope's determination to waver as her ears finally fell back against her hair, but a part of her wanted to keep fighting, feelings that manifested itself by throwing her head back in an attempt to free herself as she tried to pull away, useless when Alastor pulled on the chain with such force that all the air in her lungs evaporated with a choked sigh.

She recognized that sensation, the chain felt like a rope...the same rope with which she had signed her death warrant.

The lack of air made her feel dizzy and the tears were starting to sting her eyes in a painful way,she tried to scream for help but was stopped when Alastor's claws dug into her cheeks drawing blood with the pressure he was exerting to keep her quiet - oh dear that won't work and you know it...tell me who would waste their time saving a stupid, disgusting, little bitch like you? -

His words felt like a rusty iron bar digging into her ribs so hard it burned.

- I-I'm sorry!...Alastor!...please stop! - Every breath of air he had to take was painful, his vision was beginning to blur from the pressure the chain was exerting against his neck.

Alastor could almost sense a hint of guilt for his actions but Calliope had managed to break his patience and at this point in the discussion an apology was not enough.

He needed to learn his place one way or another.

Calliope's brain seemed to shut down for a few minutes though when she was finally allowed to breathe the bindings on her neck had already evaporated and when she least expected it they were in a different environment, the strange forest that connected to Alastor's bedroom

- A-Alastor...l-let me go...i-promise to be good...p-please - she spoke when she managed to catch her breath but her words sounded like a hoarse whimper that turned into a frightened sob as Alastor's hands took their place on her neck cutting off her air again.

For the first time in a long time she felt afraid of Alastor.

- Oh my sweet girl don't be afraid, I only wish to teach you a much needed lesson...you have behaved like a very spoiled brat and your insolence must be punished - Alastor held your gaze as his claws tightened around her little neck, his shadows began to emerge and slither around her body snaking down her body capturing her thighs, her arms and twisting down her torso - if you behave yourself I will be gentle with you -

That was the last thing she heard as she felt the hands of her shadows tearing at her clothes and when Calliope realized their malicious intent she screamed again with a final gasp.

- N-NO ALASTOR... P-PLEASE STOP IT,STOP IT,STOP IT -

Alastor was a gentleman, an elegant man whom his mother had brought up with the best values and he was proud of it.

But now, right now his own primal instincts were screaming at him to reclaim that little body, he was imploring her to show that stupid girl who was in control, his sobs only encouraged his own arousal.

In the end she deserved it

She would have time to evoke her mother's memory and apologize for her actions.

Calliope's cries and pleas were fading under the sound of the music that had begun to flood the place.

-----✦-----

" It hurts me " thought Calliope tired of crying,although she did not stop,she could not hold back the tears that fell from her eyes.

Hours.

She had been hours at the complete mercy of Alastor...at some point her consciousness had separated from her body when the pain in her nether parts became too unbearable and the stinging from the bites they provided that were so strong she was even bleeding from them almost seemed like Alastor would try to rip the piece of skin off with the force he used

But being eaten alive seemed like a more comforting idea than having to relive the vague and painful memories of her previous "experiences" again

He had returned to his little safe place, under the apple tree he had planted with his father some time ago...it was still young and had yet to bear fruit but the shade it produced was enough to make him want to stay under its branches to rest.

That was what she wanted to rest, to forget everything that was happening and to imagine that it was just a nightmare, a bad joke that her livelihood was playing on her.

A part of her wanted Alastor to finish at once and discard her as other demons had done in their time, while the other, the darkest and most depraved part of herself wanted him to continue, she wanted to continue to feel his hands on her body while he was destroying her in such a brutal manner.

She wanted to continue to feel the overwhelming pleasure of being touched by him.

For a moment she felt disgusted with herself as she could be enjoying something so atrocious, it was a repulsive thought that lodged in her stomach and up her throat threatening to make her vomit, but before she could continue to fight her own mind everything around her went dark.

----- ★ -----

She had finally come to her senses.

She was in her bed wearing one of her delicate silk nightgowns,the wounds were covered by gauze,she could finally breathe she almost dared to say that tranquility had reigned again,Sure if it wasn't for the burning pain that now paralyzed her body AND the strong arms that rolled over her battered body.

- Now you really have something of value to me, ma chère...I hope you behave better now - Alastor's voice snapped her out of her trance, bringing her back to reality causing her to instinctively try to pull away from Alastor but was held back as Alastor's claws pressed against her aching hip.

The air became dense as her ears were flooded with silent radio static and the screams of the poor souls who could not be saved from Alastor's clutches, it was a warning or rather a threat.

- disobey again and I will fuck you until I shatter every bone in your body and then I will devour what is left of your precious soul.... - her anxiety was triggered and all the alarms in her brain let out an alarming scream as Alastor's smile became disturbingly soft and his face leaned closer to hers...she could smell the scent of blood on his breath...the scent of his blood - understood? -

- I-I...yes...I understand - Calliope responded with a small shaky murmur, tensing as she felt Alastor's lips press a soft kiss against her forehead

- That's my sweet little doll...you know I'm not doing this because I want to hurt you, right? Honey, I love you but I can't allow such insolent behavior from you but as long as you behave yourself I promise you won't have to go through this again - the softness in his voice made her body shiver.

How could she be so calm after what had just happened, why did she feel so weak before his words, why should she believe him, why should she trust him after what he had done to her?

There were too many thoughts all at once and she was beginning to feel dizzy.

She wanted to protest and when she was determined to do so Alastor's lips captured hers in a soft kiss, her breath caught in her throat all thought of protest left her mind in an instant, replaced only by the warm feeling spreading through her chest, surprising herself as she found herself leaning into him seeking more of his touch rather than pulling away.

Alastor's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close but not enclosing her. He lifted a hand to cup her chin and eh tilted her head much closer to deepen the kiss slightly. Calliope's small hands clutched at the lapels of his vest as she let herself be enveloped by the promise of security that kiss gave her.

A couple of minutes passed where hell seemed to vanish, leaving only a demon whose kiss conveyed a restrained passion, a promise of love and a tenderness that surprised her. When their lips finally parted Calliope remained with her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath and calm her racing pulse she almost seemed to have forgotten all the torture she had been subjected to as a silly smile formed on her now moist lips.

Alastor found it endearing

- So...do you really love me? - he asked with unbridled emotion as the radio demon's thumb brushed his cheek with comforting circles - of course I do, how could I not love my little pet -

-----✦-----

Silly,stupid and disgusting little girl,so easy to manipulate so easy to mold to her whim he almost felt a little sorry for her.

But in the end what did it matter,at the end of the day she was his,his to do with as he pleased that her little mind was so broken as to normalize such a heinous act with just a couple of sweet words was only a bonus for his own benefit

A benefit to which she would profit.

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General OC Information…

Mostly about names

Today, I’ve been figuring out my character’s last names. I often, instead of writing, work more on my characters. I would love to write, but I just like.. don’t for some reason.

I have PLENTY of OCs, and background for almost all of them.

One I wanna talk about (the first topic before my sidetrack starts) is Aiden. The last name I gave him is Barkesly (It’s pronounced “barks-lee”). His name is Aiden Barkesly. At school, ya know when you have a sub and there’s always someone whose name gets butchered? Often times more than one person? Aiden is one of those people.

The ways his last name gets pronounced are like

-(“Bark-eh-sly”)

-(“Bar-kez-lee”)

There’s also Anque, (her name is pronounced “on-kay”). Some people say:

-(“Ann-kyoo”)

-(“Ann-keh”)

-something like those and other ways that people might pronounce it wrong

A few of my OCs have pretty unique names.

Some names I made up myself were

[Pyrus], [Vaunne], [Hille] (literally just hill with an e at the end), [Anque] (as I said, pronounced “on-kay”), [Vydd] (pronounced “vid”. Everyone calls her Vee. Some people don’t even know her real name is Vydd), and [Jack]. [Jack]’s nickname is [Gheej], Hille calls him that sometimes, only family and close friends call him “Gheej” (pronounced like the nickname “deej”, but with a “g” instead of a “d”).

Hille’s last name, Wyvernn, I came up with when I first made him.

(I made most of my OCs in like.. beginning or middle-ish of 2023? like around June or July maybe. ((note from like 10 minutes after writing this: actually only a few, including: Reed, Auggie, Hille and Vee)) Though, Reed, Auggie, and Hille were all kind of.. established? might be the word? in September of 2022. I know that because the draft I wrote that insipired literally their whole story—even though it was not even a chapter long and was only like five or six paragraphs long—was written or last saved in September 2022. I was looking through the few drafts I had on Wattpad, this was around June or July in 2023, I found the draft with the start of their story, and immediately I was like “OH MY GOD I was GOING somewhere with this!!!” I was extremely happy. THAT was when I started to kick writer’s block in the ass. Writer’s block is now not even existent to me. It’s both awesome and somewhat not awesome at the same time.)

For a bit, last year, I wanted to know where the heck I got “Wyvernn” from. Then someday I logged back onto Discord for The First Time In Forever™, and on the loading screen, for a BRIEF second, I saw it said (something like) “Discord used to be called Wyvern at some point. Not too proud of that one”. So I was like “OHH”.

I don’t know where the hell I got “Anque” “Pyrus” “Vaunne” and “Gheej” from, but I’m pretty proud that I made ‘em up myself. (for some reason, very proud).

that concludes this post. ★

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WALK HIM LIKE A DOG 4 — JB22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

ᯓ ˚₊➷ ❛. . . in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy ❜ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no - here ﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙hungover reader, purpose use of lowercase letters only, use of y/n, i'm lowk not very sure, probably not proof read well, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆[s]﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙not much. like at all.﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙yall i need requests im out of ideas﹚

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YOU WOKE UP with a pounding headache. you could hear your alarm going off. groaning, you turned over in your bed to turn off the alarm. but to your surprise, you accidentally bumped into jenson, who seemed to have fallen asleep in your bed last night, instead.

jenson stirs, eyes opening half-way. "..morning." he murmurs sleepily. "how'd you sleep, love?"

*furrowing your eyebrows, you stammer." "..did i- did we- why are you-?"

"relax, darling." jenson hums. "you drank a *little* too much last night. and no, we didn't do any of the sort. you didn't answer my question."

"i slept.. well, i have a bad headache." you groan, laying back.

"stay her, ill get you more water." jenson assures you, getting up. he leaves the room and head to the kitchen to see sebastian there. jenson raises his eyebrows.

"good morning to you too. did you and my sister..?"

"no no no, it's not like that." jenson mumbles. "shes hungover as fuck, i was just.. taking care of her, alright?"

sebastian gives him a suspicious look, but shrugs it off as he leans on the counter, sipping his coffee.

"uhh, so do you and y/n live together?" jenson asks as he fills up a glass of water.

"oh no, im just staying with her for the time being until the next race comes up." sebastian says.

"ah, nice, i see." jenson nods before going back to your room. "hey, you alright?"

"yeah, i think.." you mumble, drinking your water. "my stomach feels like the insides are all twisted up."

jenson chuckles softly. "rest more, love. you need it."

you lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling with jenson next to you.

"..hey, jense?" you ask after a few minutes.

"yeah?" he responds immediately.

"thank you." you mumble, turning to him. "thank you for taking care of me."

jenson smiles, pushing your hair away from your face. "anything for a pretty girl like you." he teases.

you laugh, nudging him playfully. "you're a dick."

"oh c'mon, you love me!" jenson grins.

"i do." you giggle.

jenson looks at you tenderly, his eyes filled with adoration.

"augh, this is worse than cramps." you grumble, twisting and turning in bed. you take another sip of water. jenson pushes the hair away from your face, making sure it didn't get in the way. you smile, appreciating the gesture.

"did i do anything.. *weird* last night?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"does dancing like crazy count? to be fair, i've met many people who've done that, so i don't know if that falls into the 'weird' category." jenson teases. you laugh softly, your head falling back.

"i suppose not, but my dancing is definitely crazy." you say jokingly.

"nah, you're definitely better than me." jenson laughs.

"..thanks again, jense. you're an amazing friend." you hum.

jenson smiles, but there's a hint of sadness in his eyes.

you furrow your eyebrows. "is something wrong?"

jenson purses his lips, looking away. "somewhere along the way, you became more than just a friend. i can't keep pretending i love you only as a friend."

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙i tried adding more dialogue but like i said im out of ideas smhh. i might discontinue the series atp 😭﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕ ﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud @somebodyonce-toldme @44lewico﹚

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚⋆ Closed

Razzle & Dazzle Centric page for these lovely conjoined mask characters Razzle: *Says something* Dazzle: *Also says something interesting in response* & Glisten centric fic, because I'm Rocking with glisten centric one-shots since I haven't found any <3 [This is the character I feel more fine with mirrorshipping Lol] KEEP READING if intrested, you can dm me or send and asks <3

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╭──────────.★..─╮          ⌞Alternative Universe⌝ ╰─..★.──────────╯

Here Are Some Suggestion, to get your mind rolling {1}

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── Gothic Victorian Au with similar elements to Shadow House & Bendy: Iqour manipulation controled by demons, running through tunnels of an ol dungeon. The Razzle Dazzles are singbirds, Vees is probably assumed as a psychic and used like tellytubby as cameras. They were created for entertainment but the 'demon?' wants them back, Razzle'n'Dazzles Where Specifical made for the opera stage and plays. Mask are more horned shaped, but if you want i can describe patterns, or other attire of clothing, also are the still more simplafied because even one of human is still not going to have pants since their considerd like a bear plushie and dont need it, like winnie the poo. ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

 ∩_∩      ─♡  („• ֊ •„) |￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣| |                 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗                  | ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Im ok with mirrorshipping, i just dont know how thats going to work lol. But twisted Razzle-Dazzle as your chosen wish for requests has my respect, along with them interacting with toon Razzle and Dazzle. Just specify wether they turned twisted, ir an outcome of well, who knows!─•

Yeah you can have character interactions, shipping is gray because i think astro is one people would ship them with. idk havnt put much thought, i think Roger was one with Dazzle. ─•

X Readers are fin, polyamoury? i aint sure of any storys of twins- or conjoined twins being both into polymary.  ─•

Not intrested in romance with the handler, or caretaker. ─•

I'm fine with using different pronouns even if their canon was a boy, i don't mind, what else to do but project gender. HC of gender identity and ig their sexuality is alright as a mini character descriptor. ─•

I'm happy with writing these siblings as conjoined, but I headcanon any separation gives them both separation anxiety, like if you forcefully did surgery on the twisted Razzle and Dazzle and put them in separate rooms that will be havoc! and... nicely angsty, but other than that sure. ─•

𐙚⭑𓂃What I am not writing𓂃⭑𐙚 Human Versions Incest Pedophilia Bestiality Romanticised Abuse Rape 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Remember 200 is the most i will write, itll be really short. I cant wait to have my fun, as i plan out my longer fic of Razzle And Dazzle

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Game terms I didn't learn when maining RnD I thought RnD was a snack bar, Gl was girls live than good luck from the dead, Gte Being GTA than Get to Elavator.

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌s 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅  ♡ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 ?!

[jaysbookofnothing]

|ᯓ★A Bloddy Sweet Encounter|

ᡣ𐭩 Word count: 2,065

ᡣ𐭩 Vamp Alaric and Human Venus AU!

Venus actually contemplated throwing herself in the middle of a street and letting a bus isekai her to a new (and hopefully,) better life. Her head was absolutely killing her, there were blisters on her feet due to her walking in heels for thirteen hours. She was freezing in the coldness of fall, and to make it worse, her vision was foggy so she barely could see five feet ahead of herself.

“What a great idea, Vee! Walk two hours in the cold instead of getting a ride with Lucy..” Venus muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms together, trying to create some heat to warm herself up. As Venus walked through the dimly lit streets, she bumped into a ladder. She backed up for a second try and passed through with ease.

‘Let’s hope I don't die today..’ Venus grimly thought as she closed her eyes for a second, only to bump into a trashcan. The green-haired girl continued on her way until she saw a heartwarming site, a momma black back walked past with her kittens following closely behind her. ‘Ughh.. if only my phone wasn’t dead… I could have gotten a picture of them!’ Venus complained in her head.

“I’ll come back tomorrow to get a picture,” Venus stated confidently, starting to walk slightly faster. Although her heart was now warmed, her body was still freezing. As Venus made a sharp turn into an alleyway, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being followed. She felt a shiver up her spine and decided to be more careful.

Her suspicions were quickly confirmed as she heard a pair of heavy footsteps closely behind her. Venus slowly reached into her purse and grabbed her safety taser. ‘I’m going to be okay, I’m going to be okay..’ Venus repeatedly chanted in her head, trying to reassure herself. Out of the corner of her eye, Venus saw the man move and quickly jumped into action by jabbing the taser into the man's chest, right where his heart was.

“Good aim, though unfortunately, toys like those don’t work on me,” The man said unfazed, grabbing the taser out of Venus’s hand and tossing it aside.

“What do you want?” Venus gritted through her teeth, trying to back up away from the man, her voice shaking due to her fear. The man tilted his head to the side as he gazed at her. Venus could feel the time ticking and asked the man again.

“What do you want?” She asked louder and this time, straightening her posture and looking into his eyes. ‘They’re orange?’ Venus realized and was amazed by it. Just for a moment, she felt a calming wave wash over her, but she also suddenly remembered that this man had followed her into a dark alleyway.

The man slowly grinned at Venus, sending a sudden chill down her spine. “I want to have a snack of course! Now this can go one of two ways: one, you play with me and let me have a snack. If this is the case, then I’ll send you on your merry way. Or two, you try to run, and I chase you and drain you whole,” The man wickedly replied, his fangs poking through his lips.

“A snack?” Venus asked, trying to buy time while gripping her purse tightly and posing to sprint away if needed.

“Oh? You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m a vampire my dear lovely, and I want your blood!” The man smugly replied as he held his head up high, stepping closer to Venus.

“You’re joking.” Venus bluffed, even though her heart was threatening to jump out of her chest.

“Am I?” The man cooed, getting closer to Venus. “I can hear your blood pumping, my lovely snack! And It’s only that fast when someone’s scared. I should know as the last guy had around the same heartbeat as you,” The man nonchalantly shrugged.

“Now, now, don’t cry Lovely- it won’t hurt, I promise. I’ll make sure to not kill you,” The man cooed as he stepped closer to her, noticing that the girl’s eyes had started to water. Venus’ lip was slightly quivering, though she was unsure if it was due to the cold or her fear of the man.

“...proof.” The girl whispered.

“I’m sorry?”

“I need proof that you're a vampire,” Venus boldly demanded, snapping her head up to lock eyes with him once again.

“The teaser wasn’t enough, huh?” The man said with a soft smile. “Alright then, Love. Then please allow me to demonstrate.”

Venus wasn’t able to catch the man’s movement, but she saw a blur where he was standing at.The next thing she knew, the man had cut himself with a knife.

“Jesus christ!” Venus cursed as the realization of her situation settled in her mind. She could feel her legs shaking and at this point, wasn’t sure if it was from the cold alone or from fear. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ Venus silently asked herself, just as the man had started talking again.

“Do forgive me, but I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet. My name is Alaric, and I’ll hold off on the last name for now,” The man introduced himself as he reached forward to brush a strand of stray hair from Venus’ face.

“H-How do I know you're not going to kill me?” The girl hesitantly asked. ‘I’m not going to get out of this unharmed anyways.. why not risk it?’ Venus questioned in her head, already debating the odds of her being alive after this situation.

“Well...I guess you’ll just have to trust me in that case.” Alaric mused before quickly lunging towards her and sinking his fangs into the crook of her neck. Venus shrieked out in terror, but was unable to do anything as she froze in fear. Alaric had never tasted anyone like her before. Her blood went down smoothly and tasted like a slice of heaven itself. He had tasted lots of types of blood in his fifty-seven years of life, but he had never, ever, tasted someone like her.

It was when the girls heartbeat slowed down that Alaric stopped drinking her blood. ‘If I let her die, I won’t be able to drink from her anymore,’ Alaric realized, studying the girl’s sleeping figure once again and silently came to a conclusion.

“I suppose we’ll see each other a couple more times in the future,” Alaric softly murmured to no one as he scooped Venus up into his arms and searched through her mind.

“Bingo..” Alaric thought as he found where her home was located based on her memory. “Well then, let’s go home shall we?” He mused to the sleeping girl's body.

— As Alaric slipped into Venus’s room, he didn’t expect the green haired girl to be sitting at her desk, looking like she had seen a ghost.

“Ah..” Alaric quickly put his hand over Venus’ mouth to prevent her from yelling or screaming. The last thing he needs right now is for someone to find him here. “No need to be alarmed, Lovely. I’m not going to hurt you,” Alaric softly explained. Once Venus was calm, he quickly took his hand off of Venus’ mouth.

“I mean not as long as you don’t try to tase me again, that is.” Alaric joked to Venus, trying to lighten up the mood.

“You were the one following a helpless, little girl into a dark alleyway! And as for the taser situation..” Venus opened a drawer on her desk and pulled out a familiar looking taser.

“It won’t be used as long as you don’t bite me again,” Venus coldly glared at Alaric as a slight shiver passed throughout her body.

“Scots honor.. I won’t bite you anymore…without permission to do so?”Alaric questioned, his eyebrow raised as he awaited Venus’ answer.

The girl simply rolled her eyes and put away the taser as a response before looking back up at him.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been in my room, correct?” Venus suspiciously looked at Alaric.

Alaric flashed a grin and nodded. “I choose times when you’re not in here and I put things back where they go. The room…how should I say it…feels like home?” Alaric wondered with a small laugh.

“It has your scent all over it ever since our first meeting. I've been craving you, and I’ve never been so needy for anyone’s.. Well, before meeting you, that is.” Alaric admitted, walking around Venus’s room and admiring his hard work.

“When it comes to us vampires, there's an old tale that all Vampires have a fated lover that we can find and only after we have tasted their blood. You can’t tell who they are by their appearance, and we can only know after we’ve gotten a taste of them…” Alaric started explaining, only stopping when he realized Venus wanted to say something.

“How old are you?” She carefully asked.

“How old do you think I am?” The vampire smugly teased while sticking his fangs out.

“Hm…two hundred?” Venus asked with a smile.

Alaric looked horrified at Venus’s response.

“I-I’m sorry, but you think I’m two hundred years old?” Alaric exasperatedly asked, swiftly walking to Venus’s desk.

“Do I look that old?” The vampire asked again, as if he was going through a midlife crisis at this very moment.

“I mean, isn’t it a given? Vampires are supposed to be old anyways.” Venus shrugged, defending her claim, causing the not two hundred year old vampire to sink to the floor as he desperately shaked his head.

“I just had my fifty-seventh birthday last month..” Alaric scoffed at Venus’ response.

“Ahh. Still old though..” The girl said under her breath.

“I heard that! How old are you anyways?” Alaric asked as he rose up from the floor.

“I turn twenty six in a few months,” Venus replied with a grin. Alaric made a mental note to get her a birthday present whenever the date comes around.

“Are there others?” Venus asks, glancing up at Alaric.

“Others as in vampires? In that case, yes. But they don’t come into this part of town though, as it's mostly my territory. There are always the new ones who decide to come barging in, but a few smacks and they run away with their tails behind their legs.” He joked, causing Venus to let out a soft laugh.

“Any other questions?” Alaric’s eyes crinkled in delight as he observed how Venus was enjoying his company.

“Can you turn others into vampires?” The girl mused.

The vampire took a breath before answering, causing Venus to sit up a little straighter, and her eyes a little more focused. “Yes, but I have yet to do it. After all, there’s no reason for me to.”

As the clock ticked by, Venus kept asking questions and Alaric kept answering. That was until the vampire caught a glance at the clock and frowned.

“It’s four in the morning.” Alaric suddenly said to Venus in the middle of their current conversation.

Venus turned around as well to look at the clock on the wall behind her desk. “Yes, yes it is.” Venus paused before saying anything, trying to think if there was anything she was missing. Is there something important going on now?” She asked, confused on why Alaric suddenly stated the time.

“You, my love, are going to sleep now. I’ve already taken up too much of your time.” Alaric sternly said as he motioned towards Venus’ bed.

“Aren't you supposed to watch me while I sleep?” The girl slightly teased (and secretly hoped that Alaric would) as she got up from her chair and did a small stretch.

“Please don’t compare me to that god awful book..” Alaric groaned as he rubbed his nose bridge in annoyance..

“Although…I can wait by your side if you so desire?” Alaric offered with a smile, as he did enjoy Venus’ company and would ask for nothing more to stay by her side.

Venus’s eyes lit up as she aggressively nodded her head. “Please do!” Venus immediately replied, feeling a sudden excitement to bubble up inside her.

Before Venus dozed off to sleep, she felt a soft kiss being placed on her forehead and a certain someone's voice wishing her a good night. Venus smiled in her sleep, dreaming of her time with Alaric.

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First chapter of my new fanfiction is out now!!

Chapter Summary: Velvette wakes up in a mysterious alley, in a haze. She only remembers bits and pieces of the unpleasant experiences that she had just been through. She finally gathers herself, going back home to the Vee tower. Vox noticed Velvette's demeanor, and tries to check on her, only to get pushed away. Vox takes it upon himself to find out what's going on via his cameras.

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Summary: Velvette is the original IT girl.

Snobby, bratty, center of attention, she had it all. Considering the was the youngest overlord, it was practically her job.

What happens when all of that goes away?

The social media overlord suddenly gets pregnant, which causes her to realize just how immature and ignorant she had been. Now, she had to take on the role of being a parent...not by choice.

Tags:

Valentino & Velvette & Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Velvette & Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Valentino/Velvette/Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Valentino/Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Carmilla Carmine/Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Angel Dust & Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) ×Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Carmilla Carmine (Hazbin Hotel) ×Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) ×Charlie Magne | Morningstar ×Lucifer Magne | Morningstar ×Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) ×Angst ×Enemies to Friends ×the other v's are actually caring? ×nice-ish valentino ×Alastor has a heart ×angel dust and velvette are bonding ×valentino and vox are protective ×poor velvette ×Fempreg ×Mpreg ×Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con ×Implied/Referenced Abuse ×Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault ×Implied/Referenced Sex ×Implied Mpreg ×velvette has a heart ×Vox has a heart ×valentino....uhh ×Pregnancy ×Unplanned Pregnancy ×Unwanted Pregnancy ×Velvette Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel) ×

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(I can’t really remember or find the og oc bio temp maker I am so sorry.)

Hazbin Hotel Oc

(Also before I get into this yes I Stan the three Vees as they are it’s just a nice thought to think of a forth is all)

General info

♡ Name :

King Victor || of the kingdom of Fhackdishite

♡ Nicknames/Alises :

King Victor

Vic (Vox)

Your majesty

Your highness

Ancient bastard (velvet)

Senile dust dick (Valentino)

Good friend (Alastor)

College (Vox)

♡ Date of Death : 1200s (medieval/Middle Ages)

♡ Age: 60s

♡ Species : Dragon demon

♡ Sex : Male

♡ Gender : Male

♡ Birthdate : 6/25

♡ Height : 6’4

♡ Weight : 164 lbs

♡ Alignment : Lawful Evil

♡ Sexuality : Heterosexual

♡ Current Occupation : Overlord (Vee)

☽♠ Appearance ♠☾

♤ Body Type : shit, idk

♤ Skin Color/Fur Color : purple (dragon form)

♤ Hair Style : none

♤ Hair Color : none

♤ Hair Texture : none

♤ Eye Color : red

♤ Eye Shape : almond

♤ Nose Shape : snout

♤ Mouth Shape : big dragon mouth?? IDK

♤ Teeth : resembles dragon

♤ Body Modifications :

stitches around his neck (decapitated in life)

Wings

Fiery tail

♤ Work Outfit :

King robe

Hood (to hide dragon form)

Gloves

crown

King attire

♤ Casual Outfit :

#1: look at me being the best single dad and shit shirt that velvet got him/king pants (pajama pants with crowns on them)

#2: turtle neck/sweat pants

♤ Formal wear :

Still king attire lol

♤ Sleep wear :

Naked

♤ Swimwear :

We swims in his dragon form (aka naked sorta)

☽♣ Personality ♣☾

Positive traits

♣ responsible

♣ hard working

♣ romantic (if right person is met)

♧ Negative Traits (See above for traits)

♣ controlling

♣ aggressive

♣ egocentric

♧ Likes

♣ books

♣ being king

♣ teaching the other Vees about responsibility

♣his minions (teeny tiny tin horsemen, maids, ect..)

♧ Dislikes

♣ the other Vees acting irresponsibly

♣ Modern Technology

♣ Valentinos Vulgar behavior

♣ velvet commenting on his age

♣ anyone who opposes him

♧ Hobbies :

giving orders

Golf

Going to the gym with velvet

Gossiping with velvet

Reading

♧ Weaknesses:

♣ Phobias :

Autophobia/Monophobia (fear of being alone

♣ Pet Peeves :

dishes left in the sink

Last minute calls

Feeling like a babysitter to the other Vees

Velvet making him help her pick an outfit

Being pushed around

♣ General Weakness :

Being alone

♧ Strengths

♣ Skills : knitting/ good hand writing/gives great advice

☽♦ Magic/Fighting ♦☾

♢ Fighter or Hider? :

He’ll fight if he has too, in the case that the other Vees are in danger, otherwise he hides in V tower

♢ Powers

♦ Description : he can breath fire and fly like an actual dragon

♦ Strength :

sturdy scales on skin

Very powerful when large

♦ Weakness :

being alone, again

Angelic weapons

♢ Weapon of Choice :

Horsemen

College

☽♥ Stats ♥☾

♡ Health : ★★★

♡ Physical Strength : ★★★★★

♡ Speed : ★★★

♡ Agility : ★★★★

♡ Smarts : ★★★★★

♡ Charisma : ★★★

♡ Luck : ★★

♡ Work Ethic : ★★★★

♡ Wisdom : ★★★★★

☽♠ Relationships ♠☾

♤ Mother

Unknown (most likely executed after his birth)

♤ Father

♠ Name : King Victor |

♠ Status : unknown

♠ Relationship Status : his father is a role model to him

♤ Sibling(s)

Unknown

♤ Pet(s)

Pet cat named Cheshire

♤ Significant other

None

♤ Ex(‘s)

-Beatrice

-Celestina

-Elizabeth

-Alice

-Colette

-Miranda

-Genevieve

-Joan

-Brunhilde

(Wives, beheaded)

♤ Crush

None

☽♣ Previous life ♣☾

♧ there isn’t much to say about his past, He ruled a King in the medieval times in the kingdom of Fhakdishite, he got married 9 times and beheaded each of his wives and was beheaded himself.

☽♦ Fun Facts ♦☾

♢ He has an allergy to wheat bread

♢Every time he turns on his phone, he calls one of the Vees over to help him work the damn thing (he can’t send a text to save his life)

♢Only the other Vees have seen what he looks like under the hood

♢He doesn’t admit it but he considers the other Vees his children

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