So This Came To Me At 3 Am And I Just Had To Answer The Call

You Look Beautiful | V.

summary: Alastor introduces you to Vox, leading to an unforgettable experience with your father.

pairing: vox x lucifer’s daughter!reader

includes: drinking, fluff, VALENTINO, secret relationships, awkward flirting, lucifer being an overprotective father, lucifer also being lucifer, that’s basically it (let me know if i missed any !!)

a/n: this takes place before Vox upgrades to a flat screen TV and before Alastor leaves for his seven year absence. Also, you’re older than charlie 🤗

Being Lucifer Morningstar’s first daughter was something else. Especially when your mother left. When she left, your father fell into deep depression which left you with paperwork to fulfill from other sins and left you with the responsibility of watching over your younger sister. Having to take over both your mother and father’s royal duties was getting to you, so no wonder you resorted to occasional clubbing with your friends.

“Husk!” You enveloped the demon cat in your arms, earning a noise of complaint. “Rude.”

“I don’t take affection lightly.” He patted your back awkwardly and let you settle into the booth with him. “What took you so long?”

You roll your eyes, “Charlie wanted to invite the stupid Von Eldritch boy over. I at least had to set some ground rules.”

“She’ll disobey them.” Husk shook his head and ordered a whiskey. “You know her.”

“Yeah yeah.” You wave him off and order your own drink, tapping your nails against your flip phone. “Do you know if Alastor’s here yet?”

“Why, I would like to believe I’m here, darling.” The Radio Demon formed in front of you. Husk muttered something toward your direction, Alastor’s grin sharpening at the action. “I’ve brought along some acquaintances if you don’t mind.”

You look up before sipping your drink. “Yeah, what you’ve brought is a doll, a moth, and a tv— Ow.” You rubbed your arm where Husk jabbed you, glaring at him.

Your eyes drifted toward the three demons Alastor brought with him, tilting your head at the height differences. You learned that the shortest amongst them was Velvette. Out of the three of them, she seemed to be the one with the most fashion sense as she nitpicked everyone else’s clothing in the establishment. Her accent was heavy, leaving you to wonder what she said half of the time.

“Oh god, that bitch is wearing wrist ruffles! Someone burn it.” She spoke in distaste at the demon.

“Vel, she’s already wasted, don’t give her any more ideas.” The moth blew out pink smoke, watching the young demon stumble across the dance floor.

For a moth, he was the tallest demon between the three of them, towering over everyone even while sitting. He introduced himself to be Valentino… The porn demon. He gave you goosebumps from sitting across you. And for being the princess of hell, that means a lot. He seemed to be eyeing all the younger demons, his single gold tooth flashing when he grinned at them.

“Val, come dance with me.” Velvette dragged him out of the booth, not waiting for a response. “Voxy, you’re welcome to join.”

You shifted your gaze over to the TV demon, watching him politely decline the offer. He definitely kept you guessing. When you first saw him, he was reserved and only spoke to those he came with. However, he eventually started to loosen up, taking shots with Valentino. And for a demon with a TV box for a head, he was quite interesting.

“You’re not gonna dance?” You stir your red straw in your drink, catching the demon’s attention. “It seemed like Velvette wanted you to join them.”

“Dancing with big crowds isn’t my thing.” He swirled a claw over the rim of his glass and met your eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Your eyes drift over to Husk ordering another whiskey at the bar, Alastor hot on his tail.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

“I wasn’t up to it, but now that you mention it—“ You tilted your head back and downed your drink, not noticing the glitching TV beside you. “—You have to come dancing with me.”

“I don’t think—“

You click your tongue, pushing your drink away. “Just one song? If you don’t want to, you can leave when we get there.” You take his hand and pout, using the face your father gave you to make it more convincing. “Please?”

He huffed but let you drag him to the dance floor, moving his hand to your hip when you hit the center of the huge crowd. “You know, I’m starting to think he just invited me out to be more social with his friends.”

“Al and I are barely friends, but how is that working out for you?” You question as the red light glares against your skin.

He shrugged as his voice dripped with sarcasm. “Depends on how well I’ve been talking to the people he introduced me to.” He tugged you closer to you when drunk demons pushed against your body. “Do you even remember my name?”

You open your mouth but promptly shut it, cheeks flushed at the confrontation. “I know it! I just… Don’t want to say it.”

“Holy shit, you don’t know my name.” He spun you in his arms, smirking at your pink face. “It’s Vox, by the way.”

“I knew that.” You say with a teasing tone, laughing when he dipped you. “I bet you don’t know my name.”

Your name fell from his mouth smoothly, making you scoff in annoyance. “I believe everyone knows who you are, princess.”

You avoided his gaze after the nickname spilled out of his lips. Sure, you were called princess multiple times by many demons. But the way Vox said it made butterflies appear in your stomach, a different kind of goosebumps appearing across your skin.

As the song came to an end, you learned a lot more about the TV demon in front of you within those last six minutes than you learned from Husk in the last two years. Returning to your booth, your phone vibrated in your pocket as you excused yourself from your company. Charlie’s name lit up your screen, making you curse.

You went back over to the booth to find Vox covering your unfinished drink with his hand, glancing at his own phone. “Hey, I have to go. Sorry for cutting our discussion short. My sister called and—“

“Don’t worry! It’s not an issue! Your family is clearly important sooo…” Vox rubbed the back of his neck, tugging at the turtleneck. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?” You look back up at him after shooting a text to Charlie.

His screen turned pink as your attention went back to him, all confidence leaving his system. “I was wondering if you would like to meet up again. Sometime? Not in a club possibly?”

Your face warms at his words, at a loss for your own response. “Uh.. Yes! Of course, let me just get your contact info.”

“Right!” He felt the inside of his jacket for a pen, taking your hand a scribbling down his number. “Just give me a call whenever you can.”

You smiled at how fast he switched from confident to shy within seconds. “Of course.”

“Oh my god.” You mumble as you watch your father converse with the store’s employees animatedly, rubbing your temples at the sight.

Charlie snickered at your expression as he summoned a rubber duck he was working on. “You can’t tell me you weren’t expecting this when we went out today.”

“No, I knew.” You turn away from your father’s embarrassing encounter and flick through different dresses on the rack behind you instead. “I think knowing this would happen made it a hundred times worse.”

Since Lilith left, Lucifer took it upon himself to treat his daughters out to buy their own clothing at least once a month. He just always got distracted by showing other demons his creations.

“Char, do you think I could pull this off?” You pull a dress from the rack and put it against yourself, staring at the mirror with your nail between your teeth. You quite liked it, but you weren’t sure if you would wear it more than once—

“Personally, I think you would look amazing.” A voice that was distinctly not Charlie came from your left.

You whipped your head over as your face reddened at the TV demon. “Shut up, Vox.”

“I’m serious! You would look great in that.” He fully came into your view, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Didn’t expect to see you today.”

Humming, you walk back over to the rack and examine the rest of the dresses, Vox close behind. “My dad wanted to take Charlie and I out.” You glanced up at him when you pulled out a maroon dress, silently asking for his opinion. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, this is Velvette’s own designer store.” He cleared his throat, eyes darting toward the sign that had his business partner’s name under it. “She sent me to check on the stock or something.”

“Did you?” You question as you scan over the prices on the dresses, clicking your tongue. “Check on whatever she needs you to check on, I mean?”

He shrugged, “You distracted me, princess.”

You flush pink again at the name, bumping him with your hip. “Go do your job, Vox.”

“It’s not my fault I saw you!”

“Yes, it is!” You tease with an accusatory finger to his chest. “I’m an innocent bystander—“

Charlie rounded the corner of the store looking for you, eyes brightening when seeing your figure. “Hey, dad’s asking for you— Oh!” You and Vox separated swiftly, eyes wide at the young Morningstar. “Uh, am I.. interrupting something? Orrr…?”

“No no, you’re fine, Charlie.” Your face remained warm, not meeting your sister’s eyes. An awkward silence filled the room before Vox cleared his throat, making you spring into action. “Right! Charlie, this is Vox. Vox, Charlie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” Vox gave her a polite smile, squeezing your hip. “Your sister talks a lot about you.

Charlie practically glowed at the confession, looking over at you for confirmation. “It’s nice to meet you as well!” She glanced at the two of you in suspicion. “I’m sorry to cut your… Meeting? Uh, short, but our dad needs her…”

Vox squeezed your hip one last time before pressing a quick kiss to your temple, soft static emitting from the spot. “I’ll text you later.”

“Bye.” You give him a lovesick look as you nod, walking over to a grinning Charlie.

“Soooo…” Charlie looked back, watching the TV demon’s screen become crimson with small electric hearts appearing. “Who was that?”

“Vox.”

She rolled her eyes at your bluntness, “Okay, obviously! But who is he?”

You fiddle with the hangers in your arms, not meeting her eyes. “He’s a guy… That I’m seeing… Currently…”

“Oh. My. Gosh!” She squeezed your arm with excitement, bouncing with every step. “Why didn’t you tell me? That’s super exciting!”

“I didn’t want Dad to find out.” You shake your head at the thought. “He’s been a bit overprotective with who we hang out with recently.”

Speak of the devil, he’ll appear.

“GIRLS! COME MEET THIS NICE YOUNG WOMAN!”

You and Charlie looked at each other while wincing, slowly approaching your father.

“Charlie!” You yell from your bathroom, rushing over to your walk-in closet. You sift through your dresses, looking for the maroon dress.

“What?” She yelled from your bedroom, giving KeeKee stomach rubs.

Swiftly, you snatch the dress off the hanger and run back over to the bathroom, throwing your towel over the shower and slipping into the dress. “Can you run downstairs and make sure Dad doesn’t open the door? Vox is coming to pick me up—“

“Why can’t you do it?” She groaned, flopping down onto your bed

“Because I’m not done dressing!” Your eyes flash red in annoyance with small horns poking out of your head as you peek over at the young demon. “The staff has the day off today because it’s the end of the month, and I really don’t want Dad to open the door.”

Charlie muttered something incoherent before leaving the room, KeeKee right by her heels. To be fair, you were a little rude, but you had the right to be. You were terrified for your father to meet Vox. Not that Vox was horrible, but your father's protectiveness started to rise much faster these last couple of months. As you were finishing up your makeup, your phone rang, followed by a groan coming out of your mouth.

“Hello?” You picked up your phone, slipping on your red heels and gold jewelry.

“Hi, princess.” Vox’s voice came through the cellular device, making you smile.

“Are you here already?” You glance at the clock in your room and curse at the time, running down the stairs.

He chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, but uhm, your dad looks like he’s gonna kill me.”

“Fuck, okay, give me a second.” You shut your phone and open a portal to the front door instead of running all the way down to the foyer. “Hey, Dad!”

“Sweetie, who the hell is this guy?” Lucifer glared at the TV demon. Vox buffered at the comment, embarrassment filling his system.

You wedge yourself in between the two, whispering an apology to Vox. “Dad, this is Vox. Vox, my dad..”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mister Morningstar.” Vox offered his hand but slowly lowered it as he received no reaction.

“Uh-huh.” Lucifer looked at him up and down. “And who exactly is he?”

You hold the urge to laugh at how similar Charlie was to your father but snap back to reality when you hear Vox’s fans turn on.

“He’s my…” You glance back at the demon behind you before down at your father, linking your hands with Vox’s. “Vox is my boyfriend.”

“Your what now?” He stared at you with wide eyes, gaze shifting from the now bright pink demon to his darling daughter.

“My boyfriend.” You say again with more assurance. “We’ve been together a bit after Alastor introduced us—“

“The radio demon?” Lucifer made a face of disgust. “Okay, well you can come back inside the house and you—“ He pushed Vox out while pulling you in. “—Can leave my property.”

“Dad!” You tug Vox back to your side, apologizing once more for your father’s actions. “I’m going out with him tonight.”

“Oh, c’mon. He’s associated with the stupid radio—“

“I’m friends with Alastor!” Your eyes flash red again but calmed once Vox squeezes your hand. You blink before speaking again, taking a deep breath. “Listen, can I just go out? I’ll be back later.”

Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re happy? He makes you happy?”

You nod while smiling up at Vox, “Very.”

“And you’ll watch over her?” He looked over at Vox, brow raised at the demon.

“Yes, sir.” Vox squeezed your hand again.

He bit back any words of annoyance and gave a strained smile to the both of you. “Have fun on your date, sweetheart.”

You grinned and pulled him in for a hug, “Thank you! Love you!”

“Alright, just be back by midnight.” He flicked his hand which set a timer over the doorway. “Be safe.”

“We will!” You take Vox’s hand again and drag him away from the door. “That was easy.”

Vox furrowed his brows at your statement, wrapping his arm around your hip. “For you, maybe. He looked like he wanted to murder me.”

You shrug your shoulders, “You’ll get used to it.” You give him a proper look, tugging at his tie when you thought you were far enough from your father’s gaze. “You look handsome as always.”

“You look…” He pulled you close by the waist, smirking as you flushed red. “Beautiful.”

You push up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips, hands coming up to the sides of his screen. He hummed and pulled you closer, thumbs rubbing circles by your hip.

“HEY! BACK UP, BUDDY!” Lucifer yelled from the door, full demon form out on display.

You chuckle when Vox glitches, patting his chest. “Sorry, handsome.”

“STAY TEN FEET AWAY FROM HER!”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around and let your own demon form come out. “DAD!”

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Hi there!! I absolutely adore your works<3 When I saw you wanted requests, I wanted to send one in. This one is for KNY:)

Could you please do Kokushibo with a petite reader? Like, the reader is only a short five feet (around 150 cm) tall? I would absolutely love that❤️

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐮

He, being 6'2" (190 cm), finds it awfully cute.

He may not show it, but he absolutely freaks out when you ask him for help to reach something on a higher shelf.

You'll often find yourself being held, most often bridal style.

Now, he loves you more than anyone could ever love their significant other, but sometimes.. his protectiveness can get in the way of his love for you.

He would sooner throw Muzan on top of fans at a Michael Jackson concert and let him crowdsurf before he ever let you get hurt.

Even in the slightest.

If he were to witness someone mocking you for your height, he'd barely have enough self control to hold himself back from pouncing on them.

He's not usually one for affection, but he will, on occasion, leave gentle kisses to the top of your head.

When you two are alone, he'll bend over and whisper sweet nothings into your ears for a few minutes before walking off as though nothing happened.

He has a habit of just... scooping you up into his arms and holding you close.

If you cook, he'll often stay with you when you cook to gather ingredients for you.

If you want to get something down yourself, he'll put you on his shoulders and lift you up high enough to grab it.

He loves to dance with you, as odd as it is.

He loves to lift you up and watch your legs get lifted from the ground.

Your laughs as he does so is also another thing he looks forward to when you dance.

All in all, your height is just adorable to him.

Here's a shower thought:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

During Night 3 is where things really kick up.

One by one the original gang start to recognize you.

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

The four would never want to hurt you.

They only want to play!

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

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

(Thoughts, lol?)

Sinful Alphabet

Saint Peter NSFW Alphabet

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Saint Peter x Reader

C/TW: NSFW (duh), Adam mentioned, Implied!Switch Peter, He’s mostly subbing, Dom reader, reader mostly written as fem in mind

MDNI

A/N: This is all written with the mindset that Peter is very new to sexual intimacy. I feel like as time went on, the answers would differ. Plus also I really like the idea of a virgin saint Peter so like-💀

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s usually in subspace for awhile after sex, so he probably wouldn’t do anything for the first several minutes. But he would love to hold your hand, stay close to you, and use his wings to wrap you both up snuggly together. Maybe ask if you’re hungry and want him to order anything for you.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also you)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ His favourite part of his body would probably have to be his hands. He loves running them over your body, through your hair, holding and groping you, fingering you, ect,. His hands are soft, delicate and always cold, loves how your body reacts to his touches.

His favourite body part on you is would have to be your mouth/lips. From how they feel against his lips, skin, wrapped around his cock, ect,. Plus the sweet pleasurable noises you make when you guys do it, with his name falling from your lips, gets him all needy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ If you have a sweet tooth, you’d love the taste of his cum. He loves cumming down your throat the most. Watching you with watery blue eyes as you drink his cum like it’s your favourite milk is enough to get him hard again.

D = Dirty Secret (What’s their dirty secret)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ During a particularly long shift at the golden/pearly gates of Heaven, his mind wondered off to fantasizing about you sitting underneath the podium, milking his cock with your mouth as he works. He got so hard but was so embarrassed and ashamed of it, he couldn’t face you, Sera, and anyone else for the next several days. May or may not have thought about that fantasy the next time you gave him head though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ No experience. Not even in masturbation. You’re his first time ever. He’s been around for centuries and never did anything until you and him became a thing.

F = Favourite Position

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Saw @simphornies mention this and I 100% agree; Missionary and Cowgirl. He likes facing you and holding your hips, thighs, tits/chest, waist, ect,. His favourite is holding your hands though—he likes the intimacy and caring nature of it.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or goofy during sex?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Pretty serious. Maybe kind of goofy but in a dorky way? He wouldn’t crack a joke but he would maybe react kind of adorably and dork like since he’s so flustered. You pin him against a wall? “Ah—well—Uh..ha… hello there..” God he’s such a dork.

H = Hair (How well groomed down there are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Pretty well groomed. No bush, gets trimmed every now and then.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantically speaking)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He loves being intimate. He definitely prefers making love over sex, any day! He loves whispering praises to you, whether or not he’s topping or bottoming, he will tell you he loves you and how perfect he thinks you are. A big fan of stolen kisses while you do it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He feels kinda guilty doing it so he doesn’t do it often. Plus he prefers your hand, mouth, and body anyways so like—

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Praise kink (both giving and receiving). He has to let you know how perfect you are, how good you make him feel, and thank you for letting him touch and see your bare skin. When he receives praise though, he gets needy and kind of teary eyed, definitely sends him up to subspace quickly. Also gets really flustered and embarrassed. Oh you say he looks so pretty when he’s edged into oblivion? He’s definitely tearing up and whimpering.

He loves cock warming. He also hates it because come on! You’re being so unfair, sitting on his aching cock and not moving. Oh but he loves how closely intimate it is, how he gets to wrap his arms around you, holding you close, your hands entangling themselves into his hair, ect,. And when you do move? Oh my god he’s so relieved, he’s thanking you and moaning your name like it’s the only thing he knows how to say.

Overstimulation. He’s weak and is usually already a trembling mess just from a handjob, so he cums quickly. When you keep going though, sucking him dry, riding him, and milking him for several more rounds though? You could ask if he wants you to stop but he’s already babbling on incoherently about how he doesn’t want you to stop. Plus he likes how trembly he is when you’re done, cuz that usually means you take care of him and he has every excuse to cling to you as much as possible.

L = Location (Favourite place to do it)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Privacy of the bedroom. Your bedroom, his bedroom, shared room, hotel room, whatever. He just wants a big bed to lay on or to lay you on while you go at it like rabbits—with full privacy of course.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Honestly he’s kind of easy to turn on—especially when it comes to you. Whisper a few dirty words to him, pin him against a wall, tease him, bend over in front of him, ect,. It’s easier to just say ‘you’, honestly. You could go out for milkshakes and he’d completely innocently watch you lick the white substance from your lips and his mind goes places. Granted he feels dirty and embarrassed by it so please don’t tease him about it :c

N = No (What will they not do?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Anything where either of you get hurt-even just a lil bit—is off the table. Want him to spank you? No, no, sweetheart! Why would he do that? He just wants to worship you and love you.

Also anything where people could hear or see you. He hopes the bedroom walls are soundproof cause his jealousy side does not like the idea of anyone hearing your noises and seeing your body the way only he should get to see it. He once accidentally walked in on you changing and despite his very flustered state, he lightly scolded you for leaving the door unlocked. What if someone else walked in?! :c

O = Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How skilled are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ As mentioned quite a few times already, he loves getting head from you. Your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock sucking, licking, and kissing—it drives him crazy. He’s not selfish though, he loves giving you head as well. Got a pussy he could eat out? He’s already sitting on the floor by the edge of the bed with your legs spread over his shoulders as he eats you out like you’re a delicious last meal.

He’s surprisingly good at it, despite having no experience before you came into his life. It mostly stems from him being kind of unsure of himself and just trying as much as he can so he can please you just as amazing as you please him. It works. Maybe a little too well though but that’s okay! He’ll spread your thighs apart and whisper sweet praises to you as he takes another lick of your sweet juices.

P = Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He likes starting slow and getting faster. Slow because of the intimacy and being in the moment with you but as the night wears on, the more needy and desperate you both get and he just can’t get enough of you. He needs either you riding him until he can’t breathe anymore or his cock so balls deep in you that only his name is all you know.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies over proper sex)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He doesn’t…mind them. I mean, they still feel good and since it’s you, of course he’ll do it buuuuuut he prefers proper sex-er, love making. Honestly if you both don’t have enough time, oral is preferred. If you do get a quickie in though, please still hold his hand and make him feel loved when you’re done your little fun together. It’s the love and care that he craves.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, take risks, ect?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Not really. Public fun maybe, but that’s usually reserved for oral and even then, he wants/needs you guys to be somewhere at least 98% private. Want to suck him while spending the day at the beach? Yes, sweetheart, of course you can but please not here—let’s find someplace a lot more secluded, okay?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He cums quickly and gets hard from a few dirty words and naughty touches from you. In other words he’s sensitive as fuck but please don’t stop, he loves the overstimulation and those pretty noises you make. The most he’ll be able to go is about 4 rounds before it starts feeling so overwhelmingly good that it actually starts to hurt. If you can still go however, he’s more than happy to let you sit on his face. He’ll be so lost in subspace, the only thing on his mind would be you and the taste of your pretty pussy.

T = Toys (Do they have any toys?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam gifted him a fleshlight once, just to be a dick and tease him. You guys do use it though sometimes—mainly when you feel particularly cruel and want to tease him. Straddle him, using the fleshlight to jerk him off while he sits there trembling and begging for you to stop teasing him. It feels good but you just feel so much better.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Despite how subby I made him out to be, sometimes he’ll take charge. He’s definitely a switch, leaning more towards bottoming. When he’s topping though, he likes to tease you by eating you out over and over. It’s one of the few times he gets to hear you whine and whimper, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, as he drives you so, so close! One of the other reasons he teases you like this, is because he knows he doesn’t really last that long in bed compared to you. So getting you all needy, desperate, and wet for him is basically part of his plan to get you to cum good and all over him when he finally fucks his cock into you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds do they make?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s pretty loud. He doesn’t scream but he isn’t like, a quiet fuck either. He whimpers, moans, and begs—doesn’t matter if he’s topping or bottoming. If you peg him-or you got a dick-though, he’s screaming in pleasure. Tries to be quiet, not that successful.

W = Wild Card (random nsfw headcanon)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ LOVES lazy morning sex. You’re both so sleepy, yet so needy, loving, and clinging to each other the entire time. It’s like you can’t keep your lips off of each other. When he’s topping, he loves hovering above you, holding your body close to him, exchanging many loving good morning kisses as he finds a nice steady rhythm to fuck his cock into you nice and deep.

When you’re topping he likes sitting up against the pillows and headboard as you lazily ride and grind against him. His hands he wouldn’t know what to do with as all he wants is to keep touching you and keep you close. Definitely always kissing each other though. He loves it when you eat each other’s moans like this ♥︎

X = X-Ray (What are they packing?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s pretty average at about 5 inches. Fully erect though he’s about 6 inches. His cock is decently thick. Like the rest of him, it’s paper white but the head has a golden hue. Surprisingly heavy balls—probably from the literal centuries they’ve gone having not been emptied.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Not high so he wouldn’t really initiate that often. If you initiated though, that’s another story. It just needs to be with you and plus only you can really get him going. If you have a high sex drive, don’t worry, you won’t be flying solo a lot. And when he gets into it, he gets into it. Could and will go hours upon hours because of you.

Z = ZZZ (How quick they fall asleep afterwards?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It takes a lot out of him, especially when he’s bottoming/subbing. So he can easily fall into slumber but he loves the aftercare so he stays up until your both settled. Then he’ll allow himself to drift off to sleep with you right next to him.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to make this for so long and then finally at like 1am I was like, you know what… I’ll do it. And now it’s 4am and my sleep schedules ruined—

Heh, worth it though

Also might’ve went a bit ham on the “Kink’s” portion I’m so sorry 💀💀

🍒HANTENGU CLONES CORRUPTION KINK SERIES🍒

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

taglist: @boba-is-a-soup

updated: 7.4.23

© 2023 demiesworld

Muzan, Enmu, Douma finding you after you’d escaped with your child

Fem, AFAB, Muzan calls you ‘woman’ so gendered terms. Implied past noncon, forced pregnancy

Please go to @peach-cream-enmu ! This will be reuploaded there soon, and all future works will be posted there!

Muzan

You’d been out to eat with your son, a nice dinner, just the two of you, to get your mind off the stress of it all. As you sit and watch him eat happily you can’t help but feel choked every time he looks up at you. Piercing red eyes, pale skin, raven hair. He looked nothing like you.

You think back to what the man who gave you this child had done to you. Kept you captive, forced himself upon you, made you conceive this child. You remember the nights left alone so he could feed, you’d rub your swollen belly with shaking hands as you prayed this baby would look like you. You dreamed of escaping, and if you succeeded, you’d hope the baby would be unrecognizable to him.

You’d escaped and ran far away, so far that you were sure he would never find you again, but the fear still lingered. And when it came time for the birth, you’d been congratulated on your healthy, beautiful, boy. You’d trembled and cried as he was placed in your arms, an exact mirror of Muzan. The women had cooed at you and him, saying how well you did, how lucky you were, how pretty he was.

He was 2 now. You’d been successful in hiding him away, keeping yourself out of public eye. The old woman who had taken you in left everything she had to you, passing not long after the birth. You’re shaken from your thoughts as your son makes a worried noise. You smile down at him before picking him up and leaving the restaurant, having finished your meal.

You walk with him, letting him waddle hand in hand with you in the crowd. There were too many people, you were unable to see where you needed to go to make your way home. You scanned the crowd, hoping to find a gap in the heads flooding your view. But as you begin to grow worried, time seemed to slow as your eyes pan over and meet all too familiar Ruby ones.

A scowl drew his brows downward, but only slightly. To anyone else, he’s just look stoic. But you knew better. You know him. He was furious. And as your son grew fussy, wanting to be safe on your arms, you picked him up, eyes not leaving the man though people passed in between you at every moment.

As your son laid his head on your shoulder and his arm around your neck, you saw Muzan’s eyes widen. A shiver ran through you, like falling through ice on a frozen lake. You held your sons head close to you, and as one last person passed Muzan, he disappeared from your sight.

You ran, frantically, past people and buildings, down alleys and side streets. You don’t know how far you’d run, or where you were, but as you entered an alley and turned a corner, a strong hand grabbed your shoulder, turning and slamming you to the wall.

Your ears rang as your head hit the wall, your vision blurred with tears. You looked up at him and he looked down at you with now evident rage. You cradled your sons head as he began to whine. You didn’t want him to have to see this man, not yet.

“How dare you. How dare you leave. How dare you take our son from me.” His nails grew sharper, piercing your robes and flesh. You whimpered as you held your son tighter. Muzan’s hand left your shoulder, moving to your throat, nails poised to rip into your flesh in one swift stab. “You will beg for kindness, to be treated as more than just a worthless woman. You will pray that I let you see the light of day again after what you’ve done.”

Tears slip as your vision clouds. Your eyes droop as your lungs pant and your heart races. You’re pulled from the wall, and raised into his arms, the lights of buildings brightening and hurting your eyes as you fall into unconsciousness. The last thing you can do is turn into his chest, to keep your baby from falling.

Enmu

A walk in the woods sounded like a solution to your fussy baby not wanting to go down for the night. He was so stubborn, never wanting to let you go. Couldn’t handle you being out of his sight. He was so young, you supposed this is how a baby is supposed to act. As you look down at him in your arms, and he looks back up at you with bright teal eyes, you’re forced to remember.

The man that had taken you. The man responsible for this baby. It’s barely been half a year since you escaped. But no matter how much time passed, you knew the memories would never grow any less vivid. Those dreams…the terrifying, awful dreams. Broken up by sweet affection that left you dizzy, wonderful dreams, away from there, and away from him. Just to be subjected to even worse nightmares, so terrible you run into his arms when you wake.

The way he loved you sent a chill down your spine even now. You could still feel his hands brushing your body in the dead of night, his lips on your skin. He was rough, yet affectionate to the point it scared you how much you desired to have just a bit of it now. He’d taken to rubbing and petting the fat of your stomach, before you even showed a single sign of being pregnant. He wanted a baby with you, he was nearly hellbent on it.

And he got what he wanted. A beautiful son, no less beautiful than he himself had been. Bright eyes, silky hair with tips kissed a blush pink. Even his cheeks were nearly the same, three tiny beauty marks on each in a downward line.

It pained you how much of him was in your son. And it pained you how you couldn’t love him any less than you do. He cooed sweetly in your arms, watching the world around him. He seemed intent on taking everything in, watching leaves rustle in trees, watching a stray animal bounce or scurry on the path in the distance. He’s turning and moving in your arms, becoming a struggle to hold, as he reaches out for a flower.

You walk over, kneeling to inspect it. It was a harmless daffodil, in a sea of many others. You plucked it slowly and brought it to your baby to see. His chubby hands pet the petals clumsily as he giggled and cooed. You chuckled, waving and tickling his nose with it. Sometimes, the world granted peace upon you, letting you forget who you are, letting you feel like a normal mother and son. Moments like this, as he gurgles a loud pleasant laugh.

“Oh, how sweet.” Every nerve in your body feels like it’s been flashed frozen. You stiffen, your grip on the flower faltering, falling gently to kiss your babies cheek before falling to the ground. Your son makes a small startled chirp, before squirming and beginning to cry, reaching for the flower. Your brains insistence to move finally breaks through your fear and you hold your baby tight to your chest. You step forward, away from the voice, before turning quickly.

He’s there. The man. The demon responsible for every ounce of fear you ever feel. His gaze is soft, half lidded, with brows pulled upward, and a small smile on his lips. Enmu, as you’d come to know him in the time he’d kept you. He approaches slowly, calmly, with his eyes soon focused on the now neglected flower. “I’m glad to have finally found you. I thought I’d find you sooner, but I should’ve known.”

He kneels, fingers picking up the daffodil. “This is you we’re talking about after all.” He says it as if he truly knows who you are, like a lover would know their other half, like one would know the person they’ve shared all their secrets with. “You’re smart. You knew where I’d go to look for you. You knew I couldn’t go far.” He looks up at you, face flushed and smiling as if he were proud.

He brushes the dainty petals as he stands, now right in front of you. “I’m sure you enjoyed some well deserved time alone with our baby.” Your eyes sting at his words. Our baby. Ours. He watches your face as you stare at his hand, twirling the stem slowly, then tossing it into the air and catching it between the teeth of the mouth on his hand.

He reaches forward, and you can do nothing but stand there terrified as he takes your baby from your arms. He coos at him, bouncing him lightly. He lowers his hand letting the daffodil slide down before twirling and catching it in his fingers. He gently shushes your baby, calming him quickly. “It’s alright now, I’m here.” He presses a nail into the stem, chopping it short effortlessly and tucks it behind your sons ear.

He looks mesmerized as he stares at the man holding him. You feel a sob creep up in your throat as your son reaches out for him, with a sweet smile, a precious laugh. Enmu waves his fingers above your babies face and let’s him grab them with his small hands. You watch terrified as this demon plays with your baby, watch as he pets your babies cheek lovingly. You watch as the mouth on his hand whispers soft words and lulls your son to sleep.

Enmu shifts his weight where he stands only slightly and you act before you can think. You don’t want to lose your son, you won’t lose him. You reach forward and grab the sides of the tails of his coat in tight fists. He lets out a questioning ‘hm?’ and waits a moment before reaching out his hand, lifting your chin. Your eyes are full of tears, and reflect the stars in the sky. He leans, brushing his nose along your skin so gently, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s get him home, shall we?”

Douma

A moment. It was only a moment. You’d looked away from your daughter for only a moment. You were in your garden, playing with her, letting her watch the stars. You’d watched as she stared up in awe, her eyes, a bright kaleidoscope of colors, practically mirroring the twinkling lights.

Overcome by memories, you’d looked back towards the house, forcing your mind to empty, your senses to dull, letting your mind reset and calm your racing heart. It was only a moment, but when you’d looked back to your daughter, she was gone. As you sat and panicked, her giggle wafted to your ear from the woods. Like the rustling of leaves.

You’re on your feet before you can even consider the potential danger of roaming the woods so late at night. You knew the stories of demons that mothers told their children, that shopkeeps told late night customers. They knew the stories, but you knew more than they ever could. You know firsthand how cruel and manipulative a demon can be. You know their ways, how they lure you in with sweet words and mesmerizing gestures, just to abuse and devour you once you’re within their grasp. He’d done all of that to you, and worse.

You’d wandered from a home you despised, a place you truly couldn’t call ‘home’. You’d wandered far, not planning on returning home, or turning up anywhere alive. You’d been out for days, miles upon miles away from your past. You’d laid down by a creek to die, and your mind fell to darkness. You were awoken by a gentle hand and a soft voice. A worried calling, from a woman with a baby in a sling on her chest. She’d helped you up and led you along, pleading to at least come with her for food, water, and rest. She’d spoke of a paradise, and when you’d arrived, you truly believed you’d found it.

Your days were filled with laughter, your friends sweet smiles, her babies joyous sounds. All thanks to your kind leader. Doma, the man who had taken you in, settled you, and had a personal role in nursing you back to health. You knew you shouldn’t get involved with him, he was your leader after all, but his kind touches to your face, your hands, the smiles he sent you, the times he invited you to sit with him in the peaceful quiet of his abode, he made it too easy.

You’d fallen for him. Kotoha had been so happy for you, boasted about what a great man he was, how kind and responsible, how he helped her with Inosuke whenever she needed help. She’d watched as you blossomed in his affection and the freedom you gained in paradise, but she watched in fear as members began disappearing. She’d told you of her suspicions, told you of her plan to escape, and before you could stop her, she’d left. She begged you to follow but had to go before it was too late. Your hesitation would be the biggest regret you would ever make. For after avoiding doma for the rest of the day, hoping he would worry about your presence and not become suspicious of the lack of hers, he’d found you while in a rather upset mood.

He lied to you, told you of the tragic accident that had befallen your best friend and her baby. Told you how he’d miss them so. Told you he was here for you. You’d played a grieving girl, acting as if this was all news to you. You could see in his eyes that he began to doubt you in the coming days, not letting you leave his side, always keeping watch of you. His touches grew much more intimate than they’d ever been. Then, only a few days later, he’d confronted you. Asked you if you had felt kotoha had been acting strange, if she’d come to you that day, told you anything. You wouldn’t let him know, you’d promised her you wouldn’t tell, and you intended to keep that promise.

You’d given yourself to him as a distraction. Or that was your intent, but as he worshipped your body like you were his god, and taken what felt like your mind, body, and soul, he’d confided in you. Admitted he was a demon, that kotoha was right, that you should’ve left with her. And as you shake the memory as best you can while searching the woods, his admission to missing the presence of kotoha’s baby made your blood run cold. You heard your baby’s laughter again, trickling in from every direction as your brain rang with his promise to give you a baby of your own for him to fawn over and ‘love’ again. You heard a familiar chuckle, a velvety voice coo nearby, and you whip around.

There he was. By a stream, in a parting of trees, with moonlight dusting his face as he spun your baby girl in his arms. She laughs, a sound like twinkling bells on a dewy morning. You watched with baited breath as she reaches forward and touches his face so tenderly. You know he knows you’re there, and you can only wait frozen for him to say something.

“What a beautiful little girl…it’s a shame she has my eyes isn’t it?”

You feel all of your emotions collide inside of you as you walk forward. You’re scared, eyes wide, but soon you’re glaring, eyes filling with tears. When you come to stand in front of him, your chest is heaving as you sob. “Let go of her…” your voice trembles as you fail to compose yourself. He disregards you, tossing the baby once more before touching her nose to his. Your fists clench as your anger begins to choke you.

“I said let go of my daughter!” You hear leaves rustle as a nearby animal retreats at your yell, and Doma stops. He lowers her, holding her so she leans over his shoulder as he rubs her back. He pouts at you, eyes downcast as he looks at you with sadness, but you know better than to believe him. “She’s my daughter too..” You don’t know what comes over you, but you can’t control your hands as they slam on his chest, in what was clearly an attempted shove, though he wasn’t moved an inch.

He looks at you in slight shock as you beat on him, the sides of your fists colliding with his chest weakly as you cry and scream. “You can’t take her from me! I won’t let you take her!” You’re shaking, sobbing so hard your lip pulls in with each struggled breath. “Why would I take her? I came to get both of you…” Your body slows, he can see you’re exhausted and wraps his free arm around your middle. You squirm and writhe against him, with quiet cries of ‘no’, ‘let me go’, and ‘don’t touch me’. He shifts you and the baby into a secure hold as your struggling ceases. The moon shines down a glitters in your teary eyes as you stared at the sky with blank, tired eyes. “Don’t cry my dear. We’re going home, back to where you belong. By my side,” Doma looks ahead. “Safe,” he walks ahead. “Where you’ll be all mine.”

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Key:

- Red NSFW/18+ is smut and I don't want minors reading or interacting with that at all.

- Orange NSFW isn't smut but it has strong themes

- Orange SFW may have some anatomy/biology/suggestive type stuff in it but is otherwise SFW

- Green SFW is 100% SFW

- Pink = Other

WIP list:

- [Entry #1 ] Lucifer x Toriel-like reader - 'Adopted husband' [ SFW ]

- Angel x reader : nightmares [ SFW ]

- Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Carmilla, Rosie, Angel, and Pentious x reader wearing their clothes [ SFW and NSFW mix ] + Alastor [ SFW ]

Multiple chara

Husk, Angel, and Alastor × dealbreaker reader [Part 1 ] [Part 2] [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast x reader with butterfly wings [ SFW ] | Part 2 - Wing care group hc/drabble [ SFW ]

Main cast x taking care of a sick reader [ SFW ] | Part 2 - Reader taking care of the main cast when they're sick [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast x Fallen Angel reader who wants to cut their wings off [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast + Rosie × caretaking/motherly Toriel-like reader [ SFW ]

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Pentious, Alastor & Lucifer x a concerningly unstable, younger reader [ SFW ]

Vox, Husk, and Lucifer with a reader silencing them from ranting with a kiss [ SFW ]

WIPs

Huskerdust comic [ SFW ] (pushed back because I actually want to make it look good and it's taking a while to do)

'Falling Through The Cracks' Hazbin Hotel x human!reader (just a small concept atp)

Vox

Entry #1 : Voyeurism x reader hcs [ SFW - NSFW/18+ below cut ]

Entry #1.5 (multi-part fic based upon entry 1) :

Snap (part 1) - Deception [ NSFW/18+ ] Snap (part 2) - Honesty [ NSFW/18+ - no smut ]

Entry #2 : Various headcanons [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : top/bottom headcanons [ NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #4 : Anatomy headcanons [ SFW ]

Entry #5 : x unhinged reader [ SFW ]

Entry #6 : x former relative reader [ SFW ]

Entry #7 : Vox and Blackouts trope loose headcanons - more rambling [ SFW - NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #8 : Why So Blue? Vox x hacker/troll!reader [ SFW ] (oneshot version)

Why So Blue Fic Masterlist

Entry #9 : More Vox headcanons [ SFW - NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #10 : actually dating Vox - the bad and the slightly better [ NSFW ]

Entry #11 : Vox x a reader who's incredibly similar to him [ SFW ]

Entry #12 : - 'Really? Here?' Vox x reader smut [ NSFW ]

Entry #13 : Vox realising he has feelings for you [ SFW ]

Other:

Tech demon/ Vox-like demons hc [ SFW ]

Rosie

Entry #1 Small hurt/comfort drabble [ SFW ]

Entry #2 : Introducing fem!S/O to Alastor drabble [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : Eating Out reader hcs [ NSFW ]

Angel

Entry #1 : Safe And Sound If Only For Now x reader angsty hurt/comfort fic [ NSFW - no smut but strong themes ]

Entry #2 : Soft sex hcs [ NSFW/18+ ]

Husk

Entry #1 : x housekeeper!Reader hcs [ SFW ]

Lucifer

Dealbreaker / DB

OC and other worldbuilding stuff

Entry #1 : The Dealbreaking Demon concept art / OC [ SFW ]

Entry #2 : Dealbreaker lore / worldbuilding [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : Tech demons/Vox-like demons and why they don't seem to exist

Entry #4 : Proper character sheet for Atlas [ SFW ]

Other:

Mini comic - Alleyways [ SFW ]

Slides this across the table @voxsremotec0ck

I have never drawn something so fast

wait wait i got another,

so yknow how both foxy and withered bonnie are just sitting in the hall as if their both teaming to get you?

how bout a yan team up with both withered bonnie and withered foxy

Oh, sure! I'll do a bit of poly/rivalry in this. Animatronic or android, doesn't really matter. I got motivation for this through FNAF songs in my Spotify. Concept as not specified.

No dead kids! Just sentient robots like in SB.

Yandere! Withered Foxy + Withered Bonnie

(Nightguard! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry/Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Obsession, Isolation, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Rivalry turns into sharing with tension, Protective behavior, Jealousy, They tolerate each other for you, Kidnapping implied, Attempted murder/Murder.

The two bots have their differences from their original production.

Withered Bonnie is intimidating and aware that he's broken.

Bonnie's aggressive at times but for the most part he's saddened by his appearance.

The bunny used to be so prideful of his skills, now he hates being kept in a cramped room and feels neglected.

Withered Foxy is much more aggressive compared to his usual self.

This is because he feels much more isolated than before, making him irritable.

He's one of the more feral Foxy's.

There's a good chance he'll be too eager and hurt his darling the first few times he meets you.

But he is grateful to see a new face after only seeing the withereds for so long....

Both bots share something in common, they want attention.

All of the withereds want attention due to being locked up for so long....

Yet Bonnie and Foxy are the ones that get attached to their new nightguard friend the most.

The way you deal with the two bots is very different.

Bonnie tries to go through the vents and hallway to see you, craving your attention and validation.

Foxy won't fall for the stupid mask trick, he just tries to jump into your office.

Until he's flashbanged by your flashlight.

They aren't aware they the same fixation until they meet each other in the hallway.

Safe to say one asks questions... then they realize they have the same desperation towards you.

At first this causes violence between the two bots.

Foxy's possessive with his rotting mind, he's never been noticed since his cove was closed down and was transferred here.

Why should he give you up to Bonnie? That bunny had his time to shine.

Bonnie's obsession over you turns possessive due to his obsessive need for validation.

He thinks you don't mind his appearance!

He also doesn't harm you unlike the fox.

Your shift only gets worse when you hear metal against metal echo in the pizzeria.

It's them fighting, busting each other up more than they were previously.

The fighting and rivalry is intense.

They now try to claw their way towards you with new purpose.

Bonnie stays in your room longer, no longer falling for the mask trick.

He knows you're there... he's always known.

Why don't you just talk with him?

He'd never hurt you.

Foxy has made a deal with Balloon Boy to get into your office.

The kid bot steals any batteries he can find and hides them away.

This allows Foxy to leap into your office and "play" with his best mate.

If either of them get into your office they usually don't hurt you.

They try to befriend you... making conversation.

They don't leave for hours so their rival doesn't enter.

The only good thing that comes from them is the fact other bots stay away.

You're guarded by either one of them.

Their "sharing" is a truce to tolerate each other.

They hate the idea but it is for the same goal.

They both care for you, they both want your attention and care, and soon...

You'll get a new job and leave them alone.

The thought of you soon finishing your week here pulls them together for a common goal.

They don't want to lose you.

That's when we get the moment of the two teaming up.

That's when you see them in the hall.

The sight unnerves you.

You're half used to them... but the idea of sentient robots is still a new concept to you.

You've never seen them in the hall with each other....

According to their chatter with you, you thought they disliked each other despite being friends at one point.

Foxy always spoke Bonnie's name with a hateful growl...

Meanwhile Bonnie was sent into a glitchy fit when the fox was mentioned.

Why are they so close now?

What were they even fighting for before?

You don't have much time to react as both bots can't be dealt with at the same time.

Even if they were friendly before... can you trust it?

You go for your flashlight... only to be met with laughter before BB scurries off.

You curse to yourself... fearfully staring back at the eyes in the darkness.

This was it....

Even if you defended against Bonnie, Foxy would attack.

You were at a loss.

Foxy enters first, supernatural speed catching you off guard.

You fall out of your chair with your heart pounding, making the fox laugh.

He hadn't even touched you!

Then Bonnie enters, faceless appearance staring at your shaking form on the floor.

Thoughts of them tearing into your flesh flash into your mind.

You scramble up right just as Foxy takes his place in front of you and Bonnie rounds the desk behind you.

Cornered... surrounded... at their mercy.

"Heard you were leaving this week!" Foxy scoffs.

"Why would you want to leave us... aren't we your friends?" Bonnie whines through his voice box.

You can't seem to find the words to reply... you're stunned.

"I don't think we can let you leave, matey."

"You belong here... with us. We care for you... don't you care for us?"

You have trouble believing that.

You still have marks from the two being too rough when they met you.

You don't have much of a choice in the matter.

By the end of the week the two abduct you.

Hiding you is an issue.

They could find an empty suit... maybe muffle your screams...

They'll find a way.

You have bathrooms, you have food to eat, they can take care of you.

If any of the other bots turn hostile towards you, the two bots defend you.

If employees find you and try to take you away...

Either Foxy or Bonnie will deal with them.

The two bots fight over your attention at times but you can calm them down.

Their aggression is taken out on their Toy counterparts at times instead of you.

They don't want to hurt you like they did before.

Escaping them will be challenging as they're never truly offline for long.

Your only way out of here may end up being in a body bag one way or another.

How to catch doumas eye!

Things that would help you catch his eye:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ideal personality traits:

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

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

"What a terrible thing to live with."

He swore his heart almost started to beat.

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

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

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

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

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

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