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Hello!!! Can I have a yandere twisted Astro mayhaps?? :0 or just twisted Astro if youre more comfortable, headcanon or oneshot, its up to you!! Either way thank you and I hope u have a nice day/night :)

● Forever in his arms.

Yandere!Astro x toon!reader

Warnings: Yandere, Asphyxiation, Delusions, forced affection, astro is abit mean in the first half

Notes: This is my first yandere fic it might not be the best sorry! but i hope you enjoy reading! also i couldnt get the images to work so i just didnt add them..

A smile would grace your face as you finished your fourth machine, two more to go! This was your last floor till you were able to finally go back up. You snickered abit at the thought of being able to brag about how to gotten to such a high floor all by yourself AND finally being able to sleep.

Venturing off to find your second to last machine, noticing a twisted Cosmo approaching you quickly hid behind two boxes and a shelf. Sitting there for abit you peeked to see if Cosmo was gone. This caused you to fail to notice a certain sleepy twisted approaching you.

Closing your eyes and sighing thinking that the coast is clear, you twirled around just to be grabbed by the throat at slammed against the wall. Your head would hurt as you writhed trying to escape its grasp though Astro being the stronger one was unphased by your attempts.

Thrashing and kicking and yelling you grasped the hand around your neck and pulled on it hoping his grip would lighten. Your panic filled eyes would meet tearful ones, recognizing them. tears gathered in your eyes you choked out "S-Stop! Stop Astro!" you pleaded so fearful you forgot that this wasn't your friend.

Hearing this put a thought in his ichor fogged head making him remember.. something. Although he could slightly remember it. You had stopped him with a worried look in your face , although he couldn't remember anymore than that. What he did know is remembering it made him feel.. something.

He felt warm.. warm like... a hug.. -wait a hug? This thought caused a picture to finally resurface, of you hugging him. This made his hand loosen and fall to his side. You fell to the ground and scrambled to catch your breath.

As your breathing somewhat calmed you quickly got up and ran. This would cause him to come back to his senses. No.. you couldn't leave.. he loved you so much.. he yearned for you to hug him again.. he yearned.. for you, he would make sure you NEVER left. As you ran trying to find a place to hide still trying to catch your breath you failed to notice you were running toward a research capsule.

As you approached it you finally noticed it, you were too late and tripped over it. Falling to the ground, before you could even try to get back up four arms picked you up rendering you helpless. Struggling in his hold trying to get out as he turned you toward himself. You looked at him sobbing thinking that you'd never see your friends again. To him you always looked so beautiful even when your crying like this.

You looked cute crying, but he was sure you'd look even better with a grin. Using on of his hands pat your head and the other to cup your cheek and wipe away your tears. It felt so good to be in your embrace once more.

You slowly stopped trying to get out realizing that wasn't gonna work. "It's okay.. everything's okay now.." he said bringing you closer to him. It was good you stopped trying, it was always gonna be useless. No matter how much you ran he would always catch you. He hoped this meant you loved him too. You would forever be in his arms.

Some Douma Relationship Headcanons

A/N: I needed to get this out of my system cause I’m positively bonkers for this man lsfjfkls- not proof read! Teeth-rotting fluffy SFW content cause I’m a hopeless simp.

Douma needs a darling who will understand his emotional disability and ‘play along’ with his efforts of mimicking emotions. He knows he cannot feel anything, but he’s trying his best! That should count for something, right?

Whoever his darling is, they know he’s a demon. Whilst he could try and cover it up for as long as possible, at some point he’d need to reveal the truth – he doesn’t want another Kotoha incident, after all. He is very observant and will try to probe his darling in various ways to ease them into it before telling them the truth.

Aggravating his demon colleagues is his way of acting playful and he’s not above annoying his own darling. He whines whenever he’s feeling bored and will crawl his way to his s/o to seek some entertainment. It’s up to them if they want to humor him or remind him of his daily schedule as a cult leader. Did I mention he has the cutest pout when told he has responsibilities to take care of?

Extremely clingy. Attached to his s/o’s hip at all times - good luck being even three meters apart from each other. Douma is incredibly touch-starved and will take any opportunity to hold or lean his head against his darling. Whether it’s him resting his head on their lap, against their chest, shoulder or back - he likes being comfy in his partner’s arms. Prefers being the little spoon, although he’s not opposed to being the big spoon, either! Huge on PDA, doesn’t care if he’s making people around him uncomfortable or annoyed. His partner is his priority.

Speaking of priorities: you know how cats bring dead animals like lizards and birds to their owners as presents? Douma is that cat. If he finds something he thinks his darling might like, he will definitely bring it back home with it. Look! He brought you something nice! Isn’t he such a thoughtful sweetheart? Can he get cuddles as a reward now?

Douma is not above asking for blood from his human partner. He finds the gesture of being offered his darling’s blood to be incredibly romantic, so bonus points if they bring it up on their own accord. His favorite spots to draw blood from are his s/o’s palm, neck, earlobe and inner thigh when he’s feeling frisky.

Will definitely turn his s/o into a demon. It’s non-negotiable; once he meets that special person who’s willing to spend the rest of their life with someone as broken as him, he won’t let go. They’re stuck with him for eternity. He’s going to acclimate them to their new lifestyle and no- they won’t need to look for food for themselves! No, no, that’s his job. His darling can just stay comfy, he will be the one bringing the ‘bread’ home (cat brain Douma doing his thing again).

The Upper Moons will find him even more insufferable cause he just won’t shut up about them! Even Kokushibo is contemplating whether he should bother reprimanding Akaza for punching his brains out at this point. What a headache.

Overall, Douma would be a happy camper. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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.

Yandere Demons And Their Brides P3 (minus one)

Lower Moon Addition now. I'm not gonna include all of the lower moons since a lot of them aren't really too well known but I will include the ones that are decently known. I'll not include Rui for VERY OBVIOUS REASONS.

I'm also not including Ubume/Kamanue/Mukago/Wakuraba/Rokoro because again I dunno about these guys or there's not enough info on them. Susamaru and Yahaba's parts will be shortest cuz of limited info and combined since they're cannonically friends already. Otherwise all of these are pretty short.

Warnings for yandere-ish (???) themes, kidnapping mentions, death mentioned, possible mentioned wounds and scars, Enmu IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, reader punching Enmu mentioned, mentions of a panic attack in Hairou's but, etc.

KYOGAI:

GENUINITY

-Kyogai isn't one to brag. That mostly stems from because of the treatment he's always gotten in life. If you've seen his backstory then you know what I mean.

-Since he's mostly confined in his mansion, it's most likely you both would meet by complete accident. You had been traveling for a long while however it started to get dark and stormy. That's when you come across this old mansion. When you knock on the door and call out a few times no one answers. However with the storm looming over you, you decide to enter anyways.

-Its dusty, full of cobwebs, and no one in sight. So you think it's abandoned. Worked for you. You only planned on staying until the next morning or when the storm passed over. You don't realize that the place is indeed NOT abandoned actually. With one residence currently wondering around.

-as you explore looking for a bedroom or somewhere to hunker down for the night,you notice that some of the walls and floors have long claw like markings in them making you weary that a bear might've been taking up residence in the abandoned place.

-Eventually you come across a strange sight as you open a door and just come across a strange sight. A giant room filled with papers scattered all over the floor. Very confusing but you assume this used to be someone's office or something. You carefully tiptoe over the papers careful not to step on them when you stop and look at one that got stuck to your shoe. And was surprised when you found that it looked like the beginnings of a storybook. Curiously you grab another page of the floor and look at it. It looks like another page of the story. How odd?

-You start carefully picking up page after page and looking them over. Soon enough you find yourself sat on the floor. You figured you got nothing else to do because of the storm so you settled down and started organizing this massive storybook it seemed to be. After the fifth page was found and read over you found yourself invested by the hero's story and just kept organizing it more and more not noticing the lumbering figure walking past the door and staring at you from the doorway.

-Kyogai was initially angry. He knew there was someone in his home the moment you stepped inside but he hadn't found you yet. It was starting to get on his nerves, so he was teleporting himself following the smell of human. He followed the scent all the way to the room you were in but was flabbergasted by what he saw the moment he looked into the room.

-It was a human woman obviously with a traveling pack next to her, but what confused him was the fact that she was sitting on the ground surrounded by HIS papers neatly being organized in a pile and put back together in order by the humming human. You didn't know a six foot something demon demon was literally behind you watching in confusion. Probably didn't hear his drums over the heavy rainstorm however he was bewildered at your actions, so much that he could only stare and wonder what the heck you could be up to.

-Then he hears it. The thing that seals your fate. You giggled at a page reading how the hero was so cute acting nervous around his love interest. "Aw. He's so sweet. The author knew just how to write a love scene."

-He flinches. Instantly shocked at the genuine compliment as you continue your work organizing the papers in order. Did...did you mean that? Did you really like it? He was overcome by a strange feeling of something positive. He was enthralled and captivated by the way you sweetly read his words, giggling at some scenes, and was so careful just organizing the papers in order to not wrinkle them. He's never had someone say such positive things about his work. He wonders what you'd say about his other work if he showed you.

-You finally end up looking up once you were done organizing the last page only to freeze on sight as the lumbering demon stood in the doorway staring at you intently. With one beat of a drum all doors and windows leading to the outside are locked up tightly. You're not leaving until Tanjiro comes across the mansion.

"My passion extends beyond my writing."

ENMU:

AMUSEMENT

-Look this guy is a nutcase. A manipulative little nutcase. The only way you survive is because he decides you amuse him which soon becomes an infatuation.

-you both obviously meet on the train. He's confused when you don't fall asleep from his blood demon art. Turns out you suffer from insomnia which in turn means even if he uses his hypnosis or whatever something in your brain will make it impossible for it to work. Whelp he's intrigued. Annoyed but intrigued. So he shows up in front of you to see what the deal was. Imagine his surprise when you first see him, you deck him across the face.

-A weak attack really but it catches him off guard and catches his interest when you start tackling him and deliver a few blows to his front. Turns out the headaches and crankiness you get when you can't sleep for a while can drive you into being very cranky.

-He's stunned as you hold him down and attack him which doesn't really matter since y'know he's a demon and just weak punches from a sleep deprived and angry woman isn't really gonna do any damage. At least none permanently because y'know he can regenerate. But the fact that you're not actively affected by him AND was able to still fight him like this-

-He let's out a string of giggles that has you pausing everything and staring at him with large bags under your eyes as his face goes pink. "Are you really going to throw me onto the tracks?~ Please do.~"

-WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FU-?!?!

-You're quickly confined to a railcar for a few day. Don't worry. You're able to escape later when he's ultimately killed by Rengoku and co but until then you're pretty much trapped by the giggling heart eyed demon that frequently appears between food rations and bothering you and giggling so amused as you attempt to just attack him but quickly stop after the first day because of his reactions to being punched.

"Please, Darling.~ As long as I get to have you in my hold.~"

HAIROU:

TENDERNESS

-(couldn't find a gif of this guy anywhere.) If you read the manga he's in then you know his backstory. Hairou is pretty sensitive when it comes to his fears and what Shinjuro did to him but however in a similar way to Hantengu, if given the kindness of someone who tries to understand then he'll want to cage it for his own.

-You stumbled into what you assumed was just a man curled up on the side of the road having what looks like a panic attack from what Shinjuro put him through long ago. Perhaps you're even a hunter yourself. But whatever the case is, you feel bad for this man. Sitting by close but still far away enough to respectfully give him space. You talk him about anything and even offer to show him the gun you used to hunt recently. Hairou is already fascinated by guns and no one had willingly offered to actually show him.

-even though you can't see he's a demon from how dark it is and how his hat shadows his face, you DO notice that he's dressed in soldier like attire so you assume he's a soldier of some kind and don't feel too nervous when he takes you up on your offer to look at your rifle. You can't help but feel bad when he takes it with shaking hands and aims it harmlessly at a wall. "...Is this a (insert name of a taisho era rifle here)?" "Yes! It was a gift from my uncle!" "...Your barrel needs cleaning. You should take care of that."

-Although it IS a nice model. He debats on just ending you for a moment and keeping this for himself but you take him off guard again when you offer him a cooked hunk of meat wrapped in a cloth. A piece of pheasant breast from your hunts in the mountains nearby. He's just speechless as you gently place it in his hand and take back your rifle from his other hand. "Take this. Sorrows are always less with a full stomach."

-Hairou has absolutely no idea of what to do or think. Just looking at the food you gave him before asking if you shot the bird it came from. You happily answer yes. Telling him about the funny story of how you stumbled upon a wolf den but opted out of harming them for the bird instead. In your eyes, you couldn't bring harm to the small family of pups and their parents despite their pelts being worth a lot.

-He's already in awe and shocked but now you hit the hammer over his heart. (Hairou loves wolves for those who don't know.)

-It shouldn't be too surprising that the next time you went hunting in the woods it was you who actually were being hunted. No rifle would stop a demon driven by a desire for tenderness and peace offered to him in a turmoil time of crises.

"Calm down. It's not as if you'll die."

YAHABA AND SUSAMARU:

RESPECT

-(Bare with me. I've never written for them before but I might as well add them for those who enjoy them.) You're most likely a demon working under Muzan Jackson but are crammed into working with them or you're possibly one of Muzan's human wives/girlfriends that met them but believed them to be his coworkers.

-Whatever the case you get along very well with Yahaba from the start. You respect his germophobic habits for cleanliness and try to respectfully keep from anything that might make him dirty or trigger his fears. Even not touching him without permission. He greatly admires this about you and thus you two form a great bond. No one's really respected this part of him before minus maybe Susamaru but she doesn't really count as you.

-Susamaru really doesn't get attached at all until you actually start spending more time with her. You don't yell at her for having 'fun' and even joining the both of them on missions. While Yahaba will comment on her antics being too 'messy' from time to time you don't do that at all and instead respect her way of doing things even if you personally don't agree with how she goes about things. Safe to say both of them aren't willing to let their new friend die so soon.

"You're not as fun as battling but I like having you around."

"You're a far more worthy alley than those who show how sloppy their ways are."

Yandere Toy Bonnie x an employee reader

Warning

Yandere behavior,Unhealthy mindset,Violence

Background

You love animatronics because you used to spend a lot of time at pizzeria when you were a child.

One day,you found the recruitment, and applied.

Fortunately, You hired as an engineer.

Short story

One day,Toy bonnie broke down by some reasons,you needed to fix him at night.

Your technique was so good,you could fixed easily.

After that,Bonnie kept eyes on you every day.

Spending a lot of times,for example their maintenance,he affected you so much.

But when you were fixing other animatronics,made him jealousy.

So,he broke down by himself to get your attention.

As he thought,You came to repair, that made him you were his.

When you were there,he talked and sang that programmed.

It made you relaxed.

But you thought it was strange because he didn't have any broken part as you can see.

So,you came to think Bonnie seemed to need high-tech repairs.

You told your boss,but they decided to "dismantle" him because repairing cost a lot of money.

You tried to persuade, but they didn't change their mind.

So,you went to say goodbye to him before night work.

…

…

"I couldn't fix your mulfunctions.It's my fault"

You said with removing his battery for safety.

You were so sad because today is the last day you could see him.

You regreted so much.

At that time...you heard mechanical sounds.

"Y/N"

You freezed. It's Toy bonnie.

"Did you come to see me?It's like a dream!"

He hugged and kissed you.

His voice was the softest as you heard.

You confused because he didn't programmed like that.

Moreover,he moves without battery.

"Bonnie? I thought...you were mulfunctioning."

You asked fearfully.

"Malfunctioning?No way,why do you think so?!"

Suddenly, his voice became hysterical and echoed in the hall.

You felt danger and stepped back.

"You don't know what I feel?I tried to get your attention,and you cared me a lot.Is it wrong?"

You noticed his mulfunctions were on purpose.

"No,That's my job!I am hired to fix you and other animatronics..."

"You don't need others.You need only me."

At that time,he hit you.

You fell on the floor.

"It seems I couldn't give you enough love."

He doesn't litsten to you, and his mind is insame.

"I'll show you how much I love you..."

He patted and took you in his arms.

<- PREV

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴏʏᴀʟʟʏ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏғғ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴍᴀɪʟs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ʜᴏᴡ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ…ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ. ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀsɪɴɢʟʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴏɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ғʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ʜᴀᴛᴇʀ (ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ) ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ, ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴠ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ, ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ/ᴛᴀɢs: ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴠ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ғ*ᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴅᴅɪᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴠᴏx ɪs ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ sᴜʙ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴍ, ᴠᴏx ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʟ's ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ɪᴛ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs sᴇxᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴠᴏx ɪs ʙᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ, ᴠᴏx ʜᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ, sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴜʀʙ*ᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴠᴏx)

Pride.  

It had been Vox’s anchor through every storm, the bedrock upon which he rebuilt his empire time and time again. When everything else failed – fame, wealth, power – his pride would always remain. It was his impenetrable shield against defeat; it was his sharpened sword in the face of adversity.  

Pride goes before a fall?  

To that, Vox would laugh in mockery.  

In life, in damnation, where everything else – his mind, his body, even his treacherous heart – crumbled to dust, his pride would endure, unwavering and indomitable. He would sooner die than surrender it.  

Despite Vox’s resolve, he had once again succumbed to his damn weakness, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. Memories flooded back, warning him of the same path he was about to tread once again. 

Moments of shameful releases played in a loop.  

Moments where he had sobbed and vowed to never repeat.  

Moments where that fucking old-timey radio prick’s name rested on his tongue while his hand was coated in his sticky release.  

He had promised, sworn, that he would never sacrifice his pride for a fleeting moment of hollow pleasure.  

But today, surrounded by the evidence of his obsession with her, he found himself once more in the mercy of his desire, his resolve crumbling like the ashes of his once glorious empire.  

Vox knelt there in supplication, head bowed, clutching his cock like a goddamn lifeline. He realized with a sinking heart that his pride had been the first casualty in this war. The war he waged against her, against himself, against the very fucking essence of who he thought he was.  

He should just find Val and fuck him senseless, let out all the pent-up frustration in a mindless, carnal release. But as he made up his mind, his eyes drifted back to the picture she had sent him. Her playful little smirk pulled him back as a prisoner of his obsession.  

His hand moved almost to its accord, slowly, gently stroking up and down his strained cock. He hissed in relief, the tension easing slightly with each stroke, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control.  

Closing his eyes, he felt like a drug-addled addict, convincing himself that just one more hit would be enough. 

“Just one more,” he whispered. “One more stroke, and I’ll fucking stop.” 

With each repetition of the motion, his supposed impenetrable fortress that housed his resolve chipped away. One, two, three breaths – his hand moved once, twice, thrice, and he moaned, the sound torn from his throat as he succumbed to the pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming him whole.  

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This…feels real fucking good.” 

Vox had a terabyte worth of images and videos of her stored in his internal hard drive. A digital shrine he had created to self-flagellate himself as he reminded himself that he shouldn’t and didn’t want her. 

Every day, he fought the temptation to give in, to fuck himself with his hand while he pulled up images and videos of her — let the very image of her sear into his mind.

But he had resisted.

Always.  

Instead, he channelled his frustration into writing her emails filled with hate and vitriol. Some days, when the want, the desire reached to unbearable heights, he would write to her about how much he despised her, how much he didn’t want her, how much he didn’t think of her.  

It never helped. It never fucking did. But it became a ritual, a futile attempt to reclaim what little dignity remained within him.  

A pathetic whimper escaped him as he forced his hand off his weeping cock, denying himself the release he so desperately craved. The photo slipped from his claws, fluttering to the floor as he pressed both hands against the ground, panting heavily.  

Pride.  

That was all he had left.  

Everything else could be rebuilt from the ashes, but without his pride, he was nothing. He’d be damned if he let another fucking soul strip that away from him.  

Vox glared at the photo; its edges crumpled from his desperate grip. It taunted him with her sweet yet mocking smile. “Fuck you,” he said in vain, knowing she didn’t give two shits of what she was doing to an Overlord – to him.  

It was then that he noticed another small scrap of paper, or rather a business card, among the shredded pieces of the package he must’ve missed. Despite doing nothing today, his body felt like it had just run a marathon. His hand trembled as he grunted, forcing himself to stretch his arm to grab the card.  

Whatever restraint he had completely shattered once he read the words on it. “Fucking, fuck, fuck,” he cursed out loud, his voice a mix of rage and despair. “Damn you, damn you to fucking hell,” his whine blended with a shameful moan as his hand went back to clutching his throbbing cock.  

The business card read: 

Vox couldn’t believe this fucking bitch had made a custom order of her own fucking cunt and sent it to him. God, that fucking whore. He cursed her and praised her depravity in a single breath as his eyes fell back to the fleshlight – her gift to him.  

It was the same colour as her skin.  

God fucking dammit.  

He hated her. He wanted her. His emotions swirled in a chaotic storm, tearing at his sanity. His hand moved on its own, gripping the fleshlight with a desperate intensity. It was soft, warm, and he could almost imagine it was her.  

The tip of his claw traced the lips of the synthetic pussy, and he inserted one finger in. He shuddered as he felt his finger enveloped by the soft, wet, plush walls. He had never used a fleshlight before, believing his hand or Val’s ass was good enough.  

His teeth gnashed together, trying to force the words back, but before he could swallow them down, he blurted out his thoughts. “Fuck you,” he hissed as he inserted a second finger. “You’re thinking quite highly of yourself, huh?” He started to fuck his fingers in and out of the fleshlight, relishing the way the walls seemed to tighten, as if not wanting to let go. 

“You think your cunt is this tight?” Vox let out a dark chuckle, recalling how three years ago, there was a huge scandal where sex tapes of her fucking some no-name guys were released on the net. His fingers withdrew from the fleshlight, dripping with its artificial juices, and he traced the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock.  

The very thought of her, the memory of those tapes, the sight of her in that bikini – all of it drove him to the brink of madness. His breath was ragged, a mix of anger and arousal shrouding his mind.  

He hated her.  

He wanted her.  

She tore him apart.  

When that sex scandal broke out and plastered her face all over every platform on social media, Vox felt a rush of vindictive joy. This bitch, who had been a thorn in his side for so long, was finally going down. Instead of gloating in another email to her, he offered her a deal.  

He wrote to her that day as Anonymous666, every word dripping with cocksure smugness, suggesting that if she begged him and admitted on her next video that VoxTek was the greatest, he would help her make the whole scandal go away. 

That bitch never fucking responded.  

She never responded to any of his emails.  

Instead of trying to take down the sex video and paying a company to manage her reputation, she hired a small independent programming firm to create a fucking app called “OnlySinners.” On that app, users could create accounts to post exclusive photos and videos of themselves. It quickly became popular among influencers, promising exclusive content for their fans. This so-called exclusive content was all sexual in nature.

Honestly, it was much worse than porn in terms of quality and content.

Furthermore, fans had to pay a monthly subscription to view the posts. There were also different tier systems, allowing fans to get different benefits such as a chance to converse with their idol depending on how much they were willing to pay.  

Because of her, the porn sector of his company took a huge hit that year. He managed to convince the shareholders of OnlySinners to sell their stocks to VoxTek, so she and he became co-owners. But before their first OnlySinners company meeting, she offered to sell the rest of her stocks to VoxTek and his assistant purchased it.  

Vox inserted the tip of his cock inside the fleshlight and moaned obscenely. Fuck, this was amazing. 

She was amazing.  

Why couldn’t she have contacted him to create the OnlySinners app? He had the resources, the power, the connections. They could’ve been filthy rich together. He pulled the fleshlight off, teasing himself as he panted loudly.  

Why did she sell the rest of her stocks instead of co-owning the company together? He inserted the tip of his cock again before pulling out, repeating it again and again.  

She was such a fucking tease.  

Vox had hacked her OnlySinners account out of curiosity and nearly choked when he saw she earned a whopping thirteen figures in the first year of launching that app on the income from subscription alone. She only uploaded five fucking thirty-second clips of her getting railed by other VoxTubers, and yet she was able to earn so much.  

What’s worse was that the quality of the videos was shit, and he couldn’t see her tits or ass. All he could hear was her sinful moans and the sound of skin slapping together. 

Yet, Vox paid to be her one and only loyal, “supreme” fan. She made an absurd tier costing $250,000 a month, and he still hasn’t cancelled despite her account clearly being inactive. In fact, the rest of her so-called fans stopped paying a monthly premium due to the lack of content.   

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Vox whispered, his voice breaking from another moan ripping through him as he sank halfway into her tight, dripping cunt. “We could’ve been unstoppable together.” 

Inserting himself deeper into the fleshlight, he imagined her smirking at him, taunting him with those dark, smoky eyes. “Don’t fucking kid yourself,” he thrust harder, his breath hitching with each movement.  

As he fully sheathed the fleshlight on his cock, taking it all the way to the base, Vox groaned, “Oh, fuuuuck.” His voice glitched, and his head tweaked from the overwhelming sensation of her tight, simulated pussy gripping his hardened, dripping cock. If he pulled out, he might come.  

Holy fuck, was he seriously going to come after one fucking full stroke? 

“I always knew you were a one-pump chump,” a voice, a familiar, and taunting voice, echoed in his head. “You should be thanking me for giving you this.” She giggled, and Vox’s vision momentarily blacked out as images of that damn woman flashed before his eyes. 

“How dare you drop my photo on your filthy floor? Don’t you know you hold the only copy of that photo in existence?” She whispered, her voice caressing and electrifying every nerve, every circuit that made him who he was.  

As his vision returned to the small, dimly lit room, surrounded by her sex toys, filled with the scent of his arousal, he quickly reached for the photo she had sent. He could still hear her voice in the back of his mind. “You should feel special,” she whispered, a seductive undertone drenching her words.  

Vox’s hand gripped the fleshlight tighter, his claws digging into the sides, and he felt his cock hardening even more under his touch and the sensation of her simulated cunt. He dragged his cock out of the plush, wet pocket, his breath heavy as he fought to control himself, trying not to spill his seed inside it. He wanted this to last. He wanted this moment to last, to drown in this euphoria, to lose himself in this sensation of pleasure.  

He wanted to muffle the scream of shame that threatened to short-circuit him.  

Holding the fleshlight just above the tip of his cock, he thrust his hips upward, entering her once more. He held the photo up, forcing his head to look up – to look up at her. He slowly fucked the toy, pretending she was on top of him, imagining taking her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him.  

“D-does it feel good?” Vox asked her. Of course, the photo of her remained still, her lips – her smirk – unmoving. A familiar feeling of his chest being flayed open coursed through him.  

In the quiet space, where it was only him, away from the paparazzi, away from the need to maintain a perfect image for society, he was back in the body of an upstart entrepreneur – a body of a scrappy nobody.  

Vox was back to being the man who had groveled and begged the investors to take a chance on him. To believe in him. He had withstood the mockery and the laughter as he swallowed his pride again and again.  

“Can I…” he gasped, as his hips started to pump in and out quicker and quicker, the lewd sound of his cock thrusting into the lubricated toy squelched and filled the air. “Can I…come?” he groaned, his head falling forward, his ass up in the air before he thrust mindlessly into the toy with reckless abandon.  

The pleasure built with each thrust, a fevered pitch that ate away his mind. He clung to the photo; it kept him tethered to the fantasy of an alternate reality where he had her – where she wanted him.  

“Please,” he whimpered, his voice breaking, a plea to the silent room. “Please let me come.” 

Vox’s pace became frantic, his strokes wild and uncontrolled. The tight, wet embrace of the fleshlight, the image of her teasing smile, the imagined feel of her beneath him – “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fuckin’…” his words were lost to the sound of his filthy moans and the wet slaps of his hips against the toy.  

His vision blanked with a final, desperate thrust as he released everything he had within him. “Ah, fuuuuck,” he groaned as he slowed his pace, rocking his hips against the toy, wringing his cock dry.  

Once Vox controlled his heavy breath, he slowly collapsed to the floor and rolled onto his back. He stared down at his limp cock, wearing the fleshlight like a sleeve. As the high faded, and the evidence of his broken restraint leaked out from the toy and drenched the front placket of his pants, the all-too familiar sensation of shame settled on his chest.  

His chest rose and fell with the aftermath of his exertion, his breath still heavy and laboured. As if he had woken up from a fever dream, he looked around the room. The shelves were lined with her toys, each one a reminder of his obsession and the depth of his humiliation. The business card, the photo, her message, the custom fleshlight – all of it ridiculed him.  

Vox pressed his palms against his eyes. The cold floor seeped into his sweat-soaked back; he felt the weight of his insignificance. For all his power and wealth, he still saw himself as his scrappy, pathetic self, groveling to other men that were born into a higher status.  

He enjoyed sex for what it was. It brought him a moment of pleasure. But the price was always too fucking high to pay, for at this moment when his mind retained clarity, his heart was out in the open once more.  

Once again, he was back in the void, a cavernous cold space where a sense of emptiness gnawed his very soul.  

Once again, he felt a pain in his chest that he could never seem to fucking name.  

Once again, he had sacrificed his pride for a fleeting moment of hollow pleasure. 

NEXT ->

NSFW: Getting Railed By Kokushibo

Warnings - public sex ( sex in a forest ), rape / noncon, dom!kokushibo, mention of and licking of blood, choking, heat cycle, degradation.

Authors note - fem reader.

You forgot how many hours had gone by. The only thing you could hear out of your daze was the moans both of you were making.

When you got home to your lover today, he seemed odd… he was just avoiding you. Not making eye contact, greeting you, or acknowledging you. You originally thought you had done something wrong. The last thing you would’ve have guessed was that he was in a heat cycle, a VERY heated one.

As he speared it on his large cock. He ruts and thrusts against you like a wild animal. “Fuck… i told you… to leave me alone. Why the… fuck did you not listen… to me. Well, i guess… I’ll have to show you… how i- fuck- how i punish… naughty girls…” As he was continuing to push past your cervix and thrust his hefty cock into the top of your womb. Grabbing your throat roughly, he started to choke you and bite you until the sight of blood on your throat. When he seemed pleased with the marking, he stopped biting and licked up the blood. “ ha… i can feel you… getting wetter, slut! Do you really… like when im this… rough with you?” He questioned as he fucked you senseless all night long.

A month has passed since a strange cult took you within its ranks. It wasn't necessarily by choice but it was something you needed to do in order to survive. Your entire village had been destroyed in a sudden onslaught of ferocious demons, massacring all of your friends and family.

You were left with nothing.

For days you had roamed the mountains and with a heavy heart had accepted the fact that you were going to die, be it from starvation, dehydration or some stray demon devouring you from head to toe.

Lord Douma had other things in store for you.

He was a strange one, the man who rescued you. He was oddly easy to amuse and absolutely everything you did was incredibly entertaining to him. One of his favorite past times were when he would simply stare at you as you talk about your life and perform everyday, mundane duties. At first you thought nothing of it - he saved your life, the least you could do was indulge him just a little bit.

Red flags started to show up soon though - the way he would move and carry himself, it simply was not natural. Whenever there was a meal, Douma would not even look at the food or even have a sip of water. You chalked it up to him having his own private meals and decided to think nothing of it.

You had managed to settle within a comfortable routine which just so happened to often cross paths with the great Lord himself. He seemed to greatly enjoy your presence and would have you with him from the moment the sun had risen until wee hours in the morning.

How was he never tired?

Suspicion slowly turned to fear as you noticed that some members of the cult were missing. No one knew what came of them or where they were last seen, as if some foul creature had spirited them away.

You brought up your concerns with Lord Douma but he just called you silly and told you not to worry about it. "Nothing bad will happen to you!" he'd say reassuringly but his words gave you shallow comfort.

Douma, for whatever reason, was also quite fond of physical touch and you were his favorite when it came to that. He was absolutely shameless and would explore your body however he saw fit. Amongst those odd trysts, you noticed that a powerful metallic smell would cling onto him and would never go away no matter how hard you washed his clothing.

No amount of praying could prepare you for the horror you'd encounter on one moonless evening.

You had woken up due to a strange noise and, against your better judgment, decided to investigate. With nothing but a single candle in your hand and a long but thin nightshirt covering your body, you ventures downwards the dark and creepy hallways. It felt as though the shadows themselves were out to get you because you'd flinch at every single sound no matter how miniscule. The closer you got to Lord Douma's chambers the stranger the noises got - giggling, slurping and crunching could be heard as a horrible stench filled the air, a smell so vile that it made you want to throw up your dinner. You'd often ask him what he liked to eat but naturally, Douma would just dodge your question or say something really silly. "It's easier if I eat alone!" he'd say as he caressed your hair. With each step you took the stench became stronger and stronger and Douma's words continued to ring inside your head like bells.

"You see, I'm a bit of a night owl! It's also not smart to come to my chambers without knocking first!~"

You should have listened to him and his thinly disguised warning.

Through the tiniest of cracks you saw Douma on the floor, covered in fresh blood. A wicked grin danced across his lips as he toyed with the severed limbs with the mauled corpse of a young woman, her eyes stricken with fear even in death.

It took you every ounce and willpower to not scream bloody murder.

With the way he was treating the corpse you'd think that Lord Douma was but a child with a precious toy. His light tone and playful gestures sent chills down your spine as you covered your mouth with your hand, a desperate attempt to conceal any potential noises that may escape you. You watched him for a few moments as you let it all sink in, not even realizing just how much your entire being trembled with fear. Just before you could make a break for it you heard Douma speak.

"I know you're there, watching me. I don't know who you are but I can smell you!"

Crap.

Dropping the candle to the floor you could do nothing but freeze as Douma continued to speak, total indifference lacing his voice.

"I would leave, if I were you. I am in a good mood tonight and shall play stupid so I won't turn around to see your face! Now, be a good little disciple and go back to bed!"

Squeaking like a helpless puppy, you ran away with your tail behind your legs, not realizing that Douma knew damn well that it was you. The demon could sense your presence across a giant mountain if need be and your sweet smell would invade his senses every time he would think about you. It was a shame that you saw him in such a state but he really did not want to kill you. He was content with playing dumb and hoped that it would be the same case for you as well.

As long as you kept your lips sealed, everything was going to be alright.

Part 2 here!