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A Daring Creature -Part 3

Zestial x fem angel reader

note: I hope you like it!!!

Word count: 1792

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Edward, please taketh her away."

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

"Fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I seeth."

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

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

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He is the Radio Demon," Edward answered.

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

"Undertood."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Edward," Zestial called upon his contractee.

"Yes, my lord?"

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

Part 4- unfinished

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

Hello. How about Upper Moons + Muzan's reaction on their S/O, upon learning that they are demons, going full "okay" mode and offer some of their blood? I can't help but think that this is quite romantic?

Daki

(Platonic)

Daki normally didn't care what humans thought but when it came to you she was terrified of telling you she was a demon. She didn't want you to be scared of her :( but after her brother gave her a pep talk she started to consider telling you. You would probably find out eventually so it would be best now to tell you. She told you she was a demon expecting you to scream or cry or run away from her but all you did was nod and hold up your arm. "Demons need human blood to live yes? You can have some of mine."

Gyutaro

You could tell your boyfriend was anything but human. And this didn't bother you. Even if you didn't know what he was you figured that he would tell you when he's ready. Now Gyutaro had no knowledge of any of this. He was sure you thought he was a human. He prepared a whole speech for you explaining that he was a demon and how he's sorry that he kept it from you for so long but he didn't know how to tell you. In the middle of the speech you just started laughing hysterically. Gyutaro stopped "what's so funny?" He asked kind of worried. "I know your a demon dear you didn't do a good job with hiding it" you said still laughing. Gyutaro had never been more embarrassed in his life. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something you said "hey demons have to have blood to survive. Are you hungry do you need some of my blood?"

Gyokko

It wasn't exactly hard to figure out he was a demon. He didn't hide the fact that he was a demon because you could honestly tell. He did however hide the fact that he had to eat humans. He didn't know how you would react and he didn't want to find out. He would never forgive himself if he made you scared or uncomfortable. But eventually you did find out and you understood. It's how he has to survive so your not going to stop him. You offered him some of your blood and he of course declined claiming he didn't want to hurt you

Hantengu

He was really worried about scaring you:( again you could tell that he was a demon. But he tried to hide most of what being a demon really meant. Meaning he didn't tell you about eating humans or how he could regenerate his limbs. But when he did tell you he was a nervous wreck holding your hand begging for you not to be mad at him :( you of course weren't and did something that completely shocked him "hey do you need any of my blood?" you asked. He shook his head "nonononono I could never take any of your blood!!!"

Nakime

Nakime did a pretty good job at blending in with humans but she couldn't keep it up forever. She had a good excuse on why she couldn't go out during daytime but she felt bad rejecting your cooking or not being able to stay with you a lot during the night so she eventually told you. "Okay. Thank you for telling me" you said to your girlfriend. Nakime was expecting a bit more of a reaction but she was happy you weren't scared of her. You later offered her some of your blood and she accepted your offer she only took a little bit though she didn't know how much blood loss it took for it to be dangerous for a human but she didn't want to risk it.

Akaza

Akaza understands why you would be scared of him but on the other hand it filled his heart with sadness to think of you being scared of him or running away from him so it took him a while to tell you. But after a year or so of you two dating he figured he had to tell you. One night when you got home from work he greeted you at the door and guided you to the kitchen. He held your hand the whole time he was telling you. Scared you would run away from him or try and back away from him. But you didn't do either of those things you just patiently waited for him to finish talking. You nodded and said "thank you for telling me." Then smiled at him. After that you started to offer him some of your blood. He declined everytime. Even if taking a little bit wouldn't hurt you he doesn't think he's worthy of drinking your blood.

Douma

He knew it was dangerous being in a relationship with you. All the danger it put you in but he was sure to protect you. And Douma thinks not telling you he's a demon is protecting you and arguably he's right but in the back of his mind he knows that he would have to tell you sooner or later. One winter night he came back with 2 small children. There names were Daki and Gyutaro. He knew that if he was going to raise them and turn them into strong demons he would have to tell you about who he actually is. You sat there with the two children asleep in your lap as he explained everything. You nodded your head after he finished talking. "Do you need any of my blood?" You said looking at him. He grinned "just a little. I don't want to take to much~"

Kokushibo

Somehow he was able to hide the fact that he's a demon from you for a good while but when he did tell you he wasn't worried. If you ran from him or were scared of him you simply weren't the one. No matter how much his heart ached to think of it his mind he knew that was the truth. One night he sat down and motioned you to come sit on his lap. And as he played with your hair he figured this would be a perfect time to tell you. He told you that he was a demon. You turned to look at him. "I see. Do you need my blood are you hungry?"

Muzan

For the first time in forever he was worried about what someone thought of him and that upset him because how dare you???? He's the king of demons he shouldn't be concerned over what a mere mortal thinks. But here he was trying to find ways he could tell you he was a demon. Not just a demon the king of all demons. When you got home from work you were met with your husband pacing back and forth looking awfully worried. You asked him what was wrong and he just responded with "we need to talk" his words kind of scared you. Was he mad at you? You couldn't remember doing anything to make him upset. You sat down and Muzan explained to you that he was a demon. And after he was finished you just pulled your sleeve down and said "don't worry I don't mind. Are you hungry? You can have some of my blood."

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

Modern!Sekido x cheater!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until you had gotten bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clearly, God was not listening to him that night.

﹒﹒﹒zero funds

➤ Out of money after losing your job in Greed, you get desperate and apply to be a simple janitor in Mammon's mansion. You were accepted immediately and had to move in. After working for 3 days, he called you into his office. Expecting being fired, he instead gave you a promotion- the stipulation? Be his fucktoy. And you'll be damned if you would pass this up.

➤ mammon x gn!afab!reader

➤ 18+, no pronouns for reader, cunnilingus/being eaten out

➤ Might make a part 2? Was originally gonna have this be a one-shot but it got really long. Anyways, hope you enjoy my first fic back!

Mammon's mansion was HUGE, as expected given that he was the Sin of Greed, of course it would be huge. Also given that his normal size is much larger than you and the smallest size he can shrink down to is around your size (he still wants to be bigger and taller than all the other imps). It was a miracle that you had gotten this job, considering your rent was due in three weeks and your paycheck would clear before then.

Despite Mammon knowingly being stingy with money because he wants to hoard it all- he was paying a pretty penny to make sure whoever was cleaning his mansion wouldn't steal or mess things up. So the job ended up paying more than your previous job that you've worked at for three years! Nobody cared enough to reopen it after the owner died from not paying Greed’s infamous mafia, so you were out of a job. Good riddance to him though, he treated you like shit.

It was your third day here and you still got lost, having to either ask his other employees or a map that was kindly given to you from a butler. That same butler told you that Mammon originally wanted to hire only one cleaner after firing almost his entire staff before this, however convinced him that one “lowly” imp would not be able to fully clean his place to his standards. You were the last one needed to be fully staffed, mainly cleaning his bedroom. You were glad the guy convinced the Sin to hire more because just cleaning the bedroom took hours, he was a slob.

You were just finishing up making the bed exactly how he likes it when the butler who's been helping you around enters the room. You met Mammon on your first day, because he showed you very clearly how he likes his room. The butler's name was Bernard and he was older, having worked for Mammon for over ten years, but was always kind to you and the other staff, so you considered him a good friend.

“Mammon requests your presence in his office” That made your blood run cold- why does Mammon want me? Gulping, you made sure there were no wrinkles on the sheets before taking a deep breath and joining him.

“And no I do not know why. You'll learn very quickly that he doesn't say why until you are in the room” It was obvious that he was concerned for you, worry was present  in his eyes since you heard that Mammon can be extremely intense and harsh to his workers. He was quite harsh to you on your first day, but that only was because he didn't want you to fuck up.

“I hope I'm not fired! I just started!” You exclaimed, really hoping that wasn't the case. You needed this job! Badly! Anxiety peaked as Bernard just patted your back in comfort as you walked through the hallways, soon arriving in front of the large doors that held his office behind it. Opening them, he waved you through and immediately you spotted Mammon with an expression you couldn't decipher sitting at his desk playing with a…fidget toy? Before you could even blink, the second you entered the room, Bernard shut the door. Well, you couldn't be too surprised, he probably knew the routine.

“Fuckin’ finally! There ya are mate, took ya long enough. Now sit” Slamming the toy down on the desk, he gestured to the empty seat in front of him. Taking another deep breath to calm yourself, you sat down in the plush chair and realized just how close you were to him. The chair was positioned just a few inches away, leaving not much space for legroom and you didn't dare to move it a centimeter.

“You're a fuckin’ eyesore ya know that? Looking at slutty in that outfit” Panic immediately started to rise, he thought you looked slutty? It was the same uniform every cleaning imp wore! Looking down, you suddenly felt exposed despite it adequately covering you. Long, blank pants, neon green button up with a black vest, and a dark green apron with a black border around it. 

“I-I don't know what you mean sir! This is the standard uniform and I have not changed it in any way!” He may have been the King of Greed and your boss, but you weren't going to let him get away with calling you a slut. He very dramatically slammed his elbows down and brought a hand up to his chin as if to think about it before his expression quickly changed to realization.

“Hm, you're right! Then maybe we gotta take it off of ya, eh?” Ok, you couldn't be in denial any longer- he was definitely flirting with you. Face burning hot, you sputtered being rendered speechless, why was he flirting with you?

“You're even cuter when you don't know what to say. Lemme spell it out for ya since you're dense” He placed his hands on the wood and leaned forward, prompting you to lean forward as well to match his stance.

“Be my fucktoy and ya won't have to work” That made you short circuit. Be his fucktoy? You couldn't lie- some weird part of you thought he was incredibly attractive, but he was your boss. Your boss!

“B-but Sir Mammon…I…” You didn't want to outright deny him, but also didn't know if you could say yes.

“If yer wondering about pay, don't worry, I'll pay for everything” Ok- now that you couldn't possibly reject in your right mind. Just then, it occurred to you that you would be fucking a Sin. A Sin! Just working for him and being around him was enough, but being his fucktoy? Everyone knew about Asmodeus and Fizzaroli and you knew Fizz’s history as Mammon's star clown before he quit. You knew who Mammon was- but you needed this job. Should you really get tangled up with him like this? Being fully dependent on him would be horrible if you wanted to end the deal, but not everyday does Mammon want to fuck some random imp. You mulled it over as he impatiently tapped his foot and fingers on his desk, waiting for you to answer.

“Ok- fine. I will, bu-” Before you could tell him your boundaries, he picked you up right out of your seat like you weighed nothing and kissed you so roughly. Scrambling in his hold as he started moving, you pulled back to see a confused and angry Mammon staring back.

“But! I am allowed to say no when I don't want sex and I am free to leave here whenever I want. I will have money deposited in my account every month instead of relying on your cards for every purchase” The Sin grumbled as he thought about your wants. You still wanted to have some form of independence being in this situation after all, you would just reject the offer if he refused.

“Ya drive a hard bargain there, little one. But who am I to say no to that face” His smile was predatory, as he kicked open two large doors. It didn't take long to look around and see that you were back in his bedroom. Oh-so he wanted to start the deal immediately. Throwing you on the bed, you felt your heart start to beat faster as he stared down at you.

“W-wait! I just made this bed!” You weren't completely using that as an excuse to delay it, you just finished making it and it would be utterly ruined by the end! 

“Don't worry about it mate, someone else can clean it up. I've waited long enough for ya” Without wasting anymore time, he leaned in and ripped your clothes off, leaving you just in your underwear. Face burning hot now, he got even closer and licked all the way from your belly up to your chest, making you shiver as you gripped the blanket underneath you. His smirk only made you shiver more as the sin finally got on the bed, settling his larger body to hang over you.

“Mmm…gotta taste more of ya” Deciding to rip off your bra and before you could scold him for doing so- he latched onto one of your breasts and sucked on your nipple, causing you to moan loudly.

“M-Mammon!” Squirming as you felt yourself becoming wet, you groaned as he finally pulled away with a ‘pop!’. Staring at him, he had that same predatory smirk as he looked down at you, before looking even further down. You watched him as he eyed your underwear and quickly ripped that off too.

“Hey! Stop destroying my clothes!” You yelled, immediately taken out of the moment as he ripped up both bra and underwear. The underwear you didn’t care much about since those came cheap in a pack, but the bra was expensive! Plus, how are you going to leave? Commando? In front of everyone else?

“Oi, shut up. I’ll buy you new ones” You were going to scoff and complain more when he dipped down and gave your pussy an experimental lick. All thoughts disappeared as your spine shivered, you took a huge breath as he dove in. The sin shoved his face in, tongue penetrating you in ways a dick never could. Moaning loudly, you gripped the sheets as he continued to eat you out, holding onto your thighs so you didn’t move around so much.

“Mammon! Fuck!” His tongue was so big, moving all around inside you and to make matters worse- or better- he started to suck on your clit. Not being able to feel the pressure coiling inside you, you blindly reached up and grabbed one of the oversized pillows and shoved it over your mouth, tightly gripping it as you screamed into it. That didn’t last long as it was ripped from your grasp. The pressure kept building in your stomach and you felt your orgasm wave through you as he only ate you out more.

“FUCK MAMMON!” You squirmed as you rode it out, breathing heavily as he finally stopped and eased his tongue out of you. You laid there catching your breath, feeling completely blissed out staring at the ceiling. All you could think about was just how good his cock would feel inside you, not regretting accepting the deal at all. You felt the bed shift around you and Mammon’s face came into view.

“I’m gonna take good care of ya, but I’m not done just yet”

Sinfully Gorgeous

Vox x (fem) Reader

Overlord reader

Word count: 3k

Smut

part 2 posted

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“Yes that’s fine. I’ll be there soon.” Your footsteps echoed down the hall as you talked on the phone. Of course you had a talk show tonight with the infamous Vox. 

And of course you didn’t want to go. Who in their right mind wanted to ever speak to that insufferable tv headed fuck? Surely not you. 

[Y/N] the fashion overlord. Of course your new run of clothing is coming out soon. So a little push out to the public would help. Perhaps this wasn’t all bad. 

He got viewers and you got customers. Doesn’t mean you have to be best friends and sure as hell doesn’t mean you have to speak to him outside of the professional setting. 

Smile, state why they should be your brand and leave. 

Easy enough. 

You walked into your room and headed to the walk in closet. One of your prized possessions.  That black fuzzy faux coat. It went well with your red sparkly corset and skin tight black jeans. 

You did up your hair and makeup perfecting your look but also keeping it simple. 

Your new clothing line was called ‘Sinfully Gorgeous’ keeping a more classy style while also being sexy. 

It would bring in the newer souls and possibly older. Though you weren’t too sure with the last set you had planned. 

With make up finished, heels on and hopping into your cab you let out a breath. This was going to be something. So you mentally prepared yourself with snarky remarks you could say if he decided to jab a few himself.

The cab pulled up to the V’s tower. A man in a tailored suit came up to open your door giving a polite smile. You gave one back as you slid out of your seat. Heels clicking as you walked up to the front of the Building. A crowd had formed behind the flimsy ropes that lead to the entrance. 

You being the icon you were stopped for a few photos. Noticing some of your collections on people. Heart swelling as the obvious indicators that people loved your brand. 

The front door opened and you were rushed to the showroom. A couch in front of Vox’s desk was arranged for you. 

At least he was kind enough to get a couch for you. Most of his other guests got that uncomfortable looking chair. You sat down on the soft material of the couch and let out a content sigh. It did feel nice, perhaps these two hours wouldn’t be so bad. 

After about 5 minutes the lights went out and a spinning noise sounded from the chair behind the desk. 

“Toooooop of the hour!” The lights turned back on and there was Vox. Doing one last spin before he sat still smiling into the camera in front of him. “Today we will be discussing Hell's most fashionable overlord {Y/}!” He hit the camera to pan over to you. Sitting up right you gave a wave and a quick hello. 

“Well {Y/N} It has been forever since I’ve seen you.” He leaned back in his seat as the camera panned out to show you both fully. You mentally cussed him out at his unprofessional intro. He has always annoyed you with how he does things. 

“It has, It’s so lovely to see you again.” Despite your annoyance you talked in an excited tone. Good enough to fool the sinners at home watching. 

“Oh no need to lie.” Vox chuckled and leaned over his desk. Head rested on his knuckles. 

Your eyes twitch slightly but you decide to glaze over his comment. “Oh I'm not, wouldn’t anyone miss a man as handsome as yourself?” You cooed and leaned over. Chin on your palm. He gave a puzzled look before smirking. “Perhaps Valentino could get us a shoot together.” He joked loving the way your face scrunched up in slight disgust and annoyance. He himself would rather die again than ever be in the same room as you. But this brought you both money so he as well as you sucked it up for the time being. 

A fake audience of oohs and laughter filled the room at Vox comment. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair waiting for your response. 

“I’m sure he could. Though I'm not so sure you could afford me.” You responded in a lower tone. The smile he gave was tight and his screen glitched slightly in annoyance. 

“Ahha.. right. Anyways, why don’t you tell us a little about your new clothing line? I’m sure the viewers are dying to see a sneak peak of your work.” He titled his head, eyeing you curiously. 

“Oh yes. Lets show the photos why don’t we.” A devilicious smirk crossed your face. You knew he was going to be pissed off once he saw the photos. 

“Alright let's see them.” He turned his chair to the projector screen. On display was your logo. He pressed a button on his remote and the first photo popped up. 

You looked at him from the corner of your eye. His face scrunched up and blue sparks illuminated from him for a moment. He was so pissed. 

The model in the photo was no other than the Radio Demon. Alastor had been a major fan of your suites and collections of modest yet fashionable attire. So he was the best fit to show off your newest ‘Sinfully Gorgeous.’ suit. The black coat went all the way down his form. . With a dress waist coat underneath that was a deep red and black swirls. His pants were the same black as his coat with the shoes having the red accent on the toes. In the next photo it was him holding the coat over his shoulder. His deer tail was on display as his back was being shown. 

“Oh how lovely..” Vox sneered and went through the next pictures. Most being your models just showing off the modest collection. The sexier outfits were being saved for your fashion show next week. 

A satisfied smirk played on your face throughout the rest of the interview. Which was just chatting about how you came up with the idea and the pricing on most of them. 

He had already offered you in private to host your fashion show but to boost views you acted as if it was a surprise when he mentioned it on the show. 

Voxtek would be sponsoring the Sinfully Gorgeous fashion show. Meaning Vox would be up in his room watching over the program. Making sure all goes smoothly with his team. 

—

Well the show ended with a happy audience. Your phone was blowing up. So was your email. You had to get ready for next week's fashion show. As Well as figure out how Alastor would even be able to be in it. He didn’t show up on the newer cameras. Those photos he took for the shoot were done on his camera and edited to look new. 

Perhaps he would just be a special feature for those in the audience. 

Not only were there many business emails but so many screen shots from the show. 

You regretted saying he was handsome. You could guess he regretted mentioning how Valentino could get them a shoot. As every clip from the show was that moment. People speculating you two had something going on or there would be a sex tape leaked for a future collaboration. 

As Vox was partners with the highest Pornography company in hell and you ran the highest clothing brand which they bought from. 

Though the idea of that made you sick, the idea of cash made you ponder it. Nah. You let out a laugh at how stupid that was. You were already rich, you didn’t need to be seen with a naked tv man to get richer. 

—

Today was the day of the fashion show. Vox sat in his surveillance room to look over the show. His team had set up the cameras and were recording as they waited for the show to begin. 

He rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. He did not care to watch this let alone see you. It was supposed to show more.. Revealing sets but he didn’t find any of the models attractive. 

So as the show went on he sat in silence. Just observing. Annoyance as Alastor was shown. Glitching out his cameras. 

They didn’t go back to normal till he left. Claw marks dug into Voxs desk as the sight of the Radio Demon irked him. He was already glitching out and grateful the show was almost done. 

Until the lights turned off and he couldn’t see much. 

“Ladies and gentleman your designer and most fashionable overlord {Y?N}!” The announcer's voice played over the area. 

You walked onto the runway. The lights slowly turned on. A warm red glow illuminated from the stage. Red smoke burst up as you walked down the runway. 

The outfit you were displaying revealed every bit of you. The pink lacing was so see through your nipples shown. The bottom half left nothing to the imagination as it was just a thin strip. 

Your hair was done up with pink hearts to match your outfit. Most of the items in the collection were modest. Covering yet sexy. 

Not this one. 

This was your prized possession. Something for the bedroom. Cute and revealing. 

Vox’s eyes widened as he watched you. Your cat walk was something in this outfit. Leaving nothing for him to have to imagine. 

You were on full display. No one had ever seen you like this. You don't often model these kinds of outfits. 

So to see you was something. 

He hated how hard he could feel himself getting. He turned his chair over to his other monitor. It was a closer up shot of you. His eyes winded and his red saliva sid from his mouth. You were quite the sinful sight. The way you strutted knowing that half the crowd was drooling set him off. 

He hated you. You were annoying and the biggest part. You were associate with that fucking Alastor. 

Though right now he forgot all about that as he slid his hands down to unzip his fly. Sliding hand into his boxers to pull out his dick. He had about 2 minutes to finish before you were backstage again. 

He quickly began to stroke himself. His eyes never left you. 

He eyed you up and down. Moving his hand faster as you spun around showing off your ass. It was not covered. Causing his dick to twitch. Static illuminated from him. He leaned his head back as he moved his hand faster. His dick twitching and lord how he wished this was your hand instead.

He hated you but hate could be ignored, especially if your mouth was filled by his dick. 

His screen began to glitch and a low groan escaped his mouth. 

“F-f–fuckk.” His voice glitched out as he grew closer. He pictured you down on your knees in front of him in that damn outfit. Maybe that idea of you two doing a shoot together wasn’t so bad.

He completely glitched out the second his cum spurted from his dick. He shook as pleasure took over his body. God was this embarrassing but he couldn’t help himself. You looked so.. What was this brand called..

Sinfully Gorgeous. 

—-

The fashion show was a success. You had never seen your store so packed. Let alone run out of stock that fast. Safe to say your little cat walk got plenty of horny sinners buying. 

You thought all was said and done. It would be normal. Having your models display the items till a new line comes out. The hype would die down. 

No. 

An interesting email came through from no other than Valentino.  

“Dear {Y/N} it has come to my attention that we could strike a rather, erotic deal. Come in for a shoot with a man of my choosing with that dazzling outfit you had on the other night and you won’t regret the outcome. I’m sure our deal would spark up quite the talk in Hell and perhaps lead our companies to greater success.”

Oh so now Val not only wanted to buy from you but also buy you. 

Perhaps a shoot wouldn’t be so bad. Show off your brand. Have sex and call it that. Watch more money rack in. Perhaps it could help the next line be even better,

So you responded back agreeing and asking for a script. Mentally knowing that half his pornos had shit scripts. 

He was lucky that Angel Dust could act. 

—

So the script was sent. All was being worked on. You just had no clue who it was that Val had picked for your partner. He said it would be someone somewhat well known. So you googled his famous porn actors. A few sparked your interest and others not so much. So you prepared yourself for the day. 

Surely it wouldn't be so bad. You had some acting in your time on Earth and sex wasn’t new. 

You walked into the set on the day of the shoot. In your pink outfit. Though a robe covered you up for the time being. 

Valentino greeted you and showed you over to the shooting area. It was a pink bed with plenty of pillows. Even your logo in flashy lights over the bed. This was definitely an obvious brand deal. 

“So you ready?” Vals voice echoed in your ear as you turned to him. “Yep. Ready. Can’t wait to see who you chose.” You smirked and walked up to the bed. Laying down on your stomach. Your ass on display. Valentino sat down in his director's chair and nodded to his crew. The lights dimmed, the cameras turned on and Val yelled action. 

You lay on the bed wiggling your ass a little reading your fake book given. Footsteps filled your ears and you looked up expecting to see some random man you had never seen before. 

A moment of shock filled your face as Vox stood there. 

He had on a cropped police officer outfit and tight pink pants with a white belt. He didn’t fit the color pink well but it wouldn’t matter soon.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was curious. This script made no sense but now it made less sense. Why Vox? 

He pulled out his handcuffs which were per usual pink and fluffy. 

“I’m here to arrest you for breaking the law.” He smirked and walked over to the bed. You smirked and moved back. Back on the bed as you scooted away from him as he got closer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You questioned innocently. “Public indecency is one for that fashion show stunt. Now I'm gonna have to punish you for exposing my viewers to such.. Sinful things.” His voice was deep and almost.. Alluring. He leaned over you and chuckled as he flipped you over quickly. You let out a gasp as he handcuffed you. 

His hands traveled up your body and stopped to grab your hair. Pulling your head back. 

“Now I’m gonna make you regret making a fool of my company.” His voice seethed in your ear and it was quite hot.. Though you hated Val for not telling it was gonna be Vox. The one over lord you truly could not stand. 

You let out a loud moan as he tugged your hair back and pressed his rock solid boner against you. It was a scripted moan but.. Something about it might have been a little real. 

“What a slut. You like this huh?” He shoved your face into the sheets as he grinded himself into you. The thin fabric covering your pussy was nothing against his boner. 

“Fuckk… yes.” Your voice was muffled from the sheets but it was loud enough for him to hear. “You're gonna take my cock like a good little slut.” He took off his pants quickly. Tossing the belt somewhere and the thin pink fabric was off somewhere as well. 

His twitching dick was out now and he slid the small fabric of your outfit aside. 

He slid off two of his nail claws and pushed those fingers inside you. 

You let out a low moan. This felt better than you imagined. You mentally hated that you were slightly enjoying this. His fingers pumped in and out of your wet pussy. He groaned and his voice glitched out as he watched you squirm under him. With your hands behind your back you couldn't move much but your moans of pleasure were enough to fuel his ego. 

This was far better than jerking himself off. 

After a while of fingering you and getting you wet he positioned himself to slide into you. 

“Why don’t you model for these people how good you are at taking my dick?” He chuckled his voice staticy as he pulled you back to his chest. 

“Yes sir.” You moaned as he slid inside you. The moan that escaped your mouth was not scripted. And it was purely pleasure. 

“Like this? I bet you do.. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that run way show.” He whispered in your ear. Low enough for no one else to hear. 

“Fuck you..” You groaned back in response. 

“I’m already fucking you.” He chuckled and pounded into you. His screen glitching and static coming off him. 

Each position showed off your outfit to the camera. Giving every angle of it. Though you had forgotten this was even a shoot. As you and Vox were caught up in the heated sex. The tension from all your encounters had caught up. Every ounce of hatred and annoyance being taken out in each thrust and hickey.

Valentino watched as you both fucked. Going off script and just doing your own thing. It worked though. Made it look real. This would bring in the bucks. 

“You like that huh? Fuciing me? You know.. Me and Alastor have done this a couple times too.” You whispered to him as he grabbed your legs. A smirk on your face as he glitched out and his claws dug into your skin at the mention of the Radio Demon. Though it wasn’t true. Alastor didn’t indulge in these activities; it was still fun to mess with Vox.

“We’ll i’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget about that tacky old piece of shit.” His voice was deep and he rammed into you. Moans escaped your lips and you felt yourself nearing your climax.

Vox on the other hand was glitching out majorly. He could feel himself on the verge of cumming. He couldn’t even see through the static displaying in his view. He slammed into you one last time before glitching out fully. 

“{Y/N}!” His voice was the deepest and loudest it had been. He glitched out his body fully staticing out as he cummed inside you. Your breathing was heavy as he tried to collect himself. 

Bite marks were all over him and claw marks lined your sides and legs. 

You both looked at each other. 

This was sure gonna bring in the bucks. 

“Cut!” Val yelled.

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

POWERFUL

VALENTINO X DAUGHTER READER

PART 1 (part 2)

Summary: Being Valentino's daughter, you should be used to this, right? You should know him, right? But you really don't.

Genre: Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Psychological

Note: Val is referred to as Daddy throughout, Readers age is not specified

WARNINGS: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Incest, Sexual themes, Sex scene (not involving Val or Reader), Val is an asshole, Val is a psycho, Sexual talk, Non-Con themes,

(SPOILER WARNINGS) Val forces reader to watch sex scene in shoot, Val undresses reader, Val asks reader sexual questions

Let me know if i missed any!

(Partially proof read)

The room is colder than usual, a lot colder. Even with the pink heater right next to your bed you still feel a chill go through your body. You can't even begin to reach out to make the room warmer, hands so shaky and stiff you feel like you'd die of hypothermia if you even tried to adjust the heater. 

So there you lay, wrapped in blankets of silk and soft fur and pink hues. You shiver, you sniffle, you even cry a little. 

Then after what feels like forever, the door to the room opens softly. You can barely peek over the covers, but you do anyway. You see Daddy's figure over the fluffy blanket, walking into the dark room and shrugging off his fur coat. He then flicks on the light switch, causing your eyes to water at the swift adjustment of light. Then Daddy looks over to you, wings floating hypnotizingly behind him like a cape. Every step makes you warmer, wanting to feel your Daddy's warm hand atop your head. 

"Oh my baby, you look so awful!" He gasps, jolting towards you so he can place his hand against your forehead. You feel comfort as you reply with a raspy 'hi'. 

"No, no, no. Baby we must get these blankets off you, you're burning up!" Daddy says, pulling the two thick blankets from your shaky frail body. You whine, trying to pull the blankets to your body again, but Daddy swats your hand away. “No, Baby. You can't have all those blankets on you. You’ll kill yourself, I can't let that happen to my precious girl, hm?” 

“But I'm cold..” you whine, voice crackly and sick as you sink yourself deeper into your pajamas. Daddy flashes a toothy smile, showing his bright golden tooth similar to your own. “I know you’re cold, but if you keep putting those fucking blankets on you you’ll just get more cold,” Daddy says, pushing your arms away from yourself so he can begin to unbutton your pajamas. You gasp, pushing his hand away. 

“What are you doing, dad?” You ask, re-buttoning the button he undid. Daddy pushes you back down to the bed softly, with his large hands against your chest. “Daddy.” he corrects, “I’m taking off these pajamas so you can cool down, doll. You can't be wearing these pajamas.” 

“O-oh.. okay Daddy,” you say, relaxing beneath Daddy’s touch as you watch him unbutton your buttons one by one. There's this weird feeling in your stomach that you can't really pinpoint, but you don't want it to stop either.. Every single button reveals a new patch of skin, a new area to Daddy and you like it. 

—

Today was the first day you could come with Daddy to one of his shoots, and you couldn't be more excited. Daddy is always open about his job, and sex, and really anything to do with the idea of sex. You've met Angel before, who is the person you’re going to see today in the shoot. Daddy even helped you pick out a good outfit, though most of your wardrobe is courtesy of Velvette. He'd ended up picking a cute dress for you and a fluffy red coat that kind of matches his own. 

“Okay baby, let me remind you that you can't talk during filming, but feel free to ask me any sexy questions you have.” He grins, his gaze dark. “Also don't go anywhere without asking, I don't wanna lose you in the many holes we have in the studio,” Daddy laughs, poking your cheek as he opens the door to the studio, pushing you in with a hand on the small of your back. 

Immediately you’re faced with many pairs of naked breasts and crotches, causing you to flush as you cover your eyes.

“Hello everyone! I apologize for the hold up, I was helping my daughter pick an outfit!” He presents you like a golden prize, though when he looks down at your small figure all he can see is your red face and covered eyes. He leans down to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Baby,” he says rather softly, “It's rude not to stare. Take a look around at my sex dungeon! They don't bite~” Daddy assures, watching as you take your hands from your face, looking around with a red face. 

“Okay everyone, let's start from the top, shall we? Do we have everyone?” 

An assistant finds themself at Daddy’s side, tapping his shoulder. He looks down at them, slightly annoyed as he nods.

“Um sir, we’re missing Angel Dust again, he wouldn't pick up the phone and we-” 

“He what? I told him multiple fucking times that today my daughter was coming- and you’re telling me he’s NOT FUCKING HERE!?” Daddy yells, causing you to flinch at his anger. This is usual for Daddy, yes, but he never gets so angry around you. He has tantrums, he yells, he throws things. But never around you. 

Suddenly he looks back to you, leaning down to your level. You can tell he's angry, very fucking angry. But he would never be angry at you. No. Never. 

“Baby, little issue. It appears Angel decided he had better things to do than fucking show up. So I'm just going to step out for a moment, okay? Make yourself comfortable on Daddy's chair for me, alright?” He says, squeezing your cheek as you look up at him with large eyes. You nod, looking over at the chair he's referring to before sitting on it, pulling your knees to your chest immediately as you do. Daddy smiles, patting your head. 

“Good girl,” Daddy purrs, turning around. “I’ll be right back,” he says, before stepping out of the room into a door you don't recognize. 

The chair he told you to sit on is beautiful, looking like a pair of mogh wings similar to the ones daddy has. Though they seem more like butterfly wings, really, up close almost having a regal feeling about it. You can't help but turn around on the chair, sitting on your knees as you drag your hand against the wire framing.

You don't know much about Daddy's job, really. You feel like you do, but you really don't. Being here, in the studio feels so new, despite every single time Daddy has talked about his studio to you. 

And the Daddy you saw today is also different. He is bigger, scarier, more intimidating and regal. Whilst the daddy you know is sweet, fun, cuddly, and soft. It's different, and you’re not sure you like this difference. He can't be like this actually though, right? He's just putting on a mask to keep his employees in line, right? 

Daddy’s chair reminds you of him. It's nice and pretty, and yet thin and odd. You don't understand him, and you like it that way. 

But do you? Do you really like not knowing him? 

You pull your coat tighter on your body, nuzzling into the soft fabric and familiar smell of Daddy’s perfume. You kind of miss Velvette right now. She's like a sister to you. She makes you so many clothes, she goes with you to Cafe’s, and she most of all knows you. 

You realize during this entire time you’ve been in your head Daddy has been outside of the room, and you’ve been in a room with a bunch of naked people. Maybe you could get comfortable with this, comfortable in the studio. 

With a bang of the door against the wall you see daddy stomping into the room, towards where you are currently sitting on your knees the wrong way around on his chair. He looks annoyed, very annoyed. Almost furious. Or he does until he meets eyes with you, immediately looking happy and chipper like he usually does. He smiles at you, before muttering something to his assistant and turning back to you. 

“Okay baby, he’s coming. Just a little miscommunication, he forgot it was today. Even though I told him fucking 100 times-” Daddy’s eye twitches in annoyance, before he remembers who he's talking to and smiles again. “He won't be long,” He says, picking you up effortlessly and sitting down, placing you on his lap. 

“Did you yell at him?” You ask, placing your hands against his broad chest. Daddy looks down, surprised; then he smiles, stroking your hair back and placing his hand on your lower back. “Well I had to, Baby. How else would I get my bitches to behave?” He asks, pulling you closer to him. You frown, looking at the ground. “I dunno.. maybe just be nice to them?” 

Daddy tilts his head, face unreadable. 

“What's that going to do? I don't want a bunch of brats running around my studio, baby. What Daddy does in his work is for a reason, baby. No need to question me, okay?” He says, placing up a figurative wall at the idea of treating his employees with more kindness. You nod, however. He's right, isn't he? You don't know anything about this, maybe you just have to be mean. 

Once again, a loud bang fills the room as a door hits the wall, angel dust running in obviously stressed and anxious. He looks around, before looking at Val and sprinting over. 

“I'm so sorry Val, I completely forgot. It won't happen again, I promise-” Daddy hushes him, a hand firm against your lower back. “Now now, Angel. It's fine. Just go over there and take off your clothes, we’re already behind schedule.” Daddy says, voice rather pensive yet commanding. Angel nods quickly, running over to his dressing room, emerging quickly completely naked. You blush, watching Angel run over to the set butt naked. 

The set is simple, a single couch, coffee table, and background wall with a heart pattern. Daddy said this shoot was about Angel’s Ex breaking in and…  raping him. Daddy said that rape is a very popular genre so he does a lot of them. Yet the idea makes you feel sick. 

“Baby, why so red? I can't have my baby girl be a prude,” Daddy utters, looking down at you through his heart shaped glasses. You shake your head, “No, I'm not.. I’m just not used to all this..” you look around. “Nudity..” You say, looking down at Daddy's hand as it moves to your bare thigh. Your leg tingles from Daddy’s golden claws. 

“Oh don’t worry Baby, you’ll get used to it~” Daddy purrs, leaning down to your ear. “Especially when we get to the fucking,” Daddy chuckles darkly, squeezing your thigh as he looks over to the director and nods. The direction squacks “ACTION!” And the scene begins. Immediately you can tell that Angel does not know how to act very well, but he does a good job nonetheless. 

“Oh no! It's my killer ex! W-what are you.. uh.. doing here!?” Angel yells, covering his bare crotch as his “ex” walks onto camera. He's a big strong guy with broad shoulders and pointy ears, wearing a signature ‘cool guy’ outfit with leather and chains. He grins, walking over to Angel's naked figure. 

“I’m gonna fuck you! Cause I miss you so much-” 

“Oh no! Someone save me!” Angel wails, placing a hand against his forehead as he leans back, as if he's a damsel in distress. Immediately the large man pounces onto Angel, tearing off his pants and shoving his large cock into Angel’s.. ass.. “No one’s saving you!” 

“Daddy,” you whisper, looking up at Daddy with wide eyes. “Yes Baby?” He whispers, thumb pressing into your inner thigh. “This scene is very…” you look over at the set, where Angel is getting railed by the large guy. “Brutal..” Daddy chuckles, placing a hand on your knee and shifting you so you straddle his thigh, facing the scene. “That's the point baby, this is how Daddy makes his money.” 

He places his sharp golden pointer fingers against your cheeks, making sure you face the scene and can't look away. You gulp, feeling a discomfort fill you as you watch the scene. Watch Daddy’s work. 

You feel Daddy's warm breath against your ear, raspy as he whispers, “Does he look like he's enjoying it?” Daddy asks, you answer, “No,” Daddy chuckles, “Good,” you feel his teeth against your ear, sharp and threatening. “Does it look like he's starting to enjoy it?” 

You look at the scene. 

“A little..” 

“Good, does it look sexy?” Daddy asks, closer to your ear than before, you can almost hear every syllable articulated. “...yes?” 

“Good” 

Daddy's hands are tighter on your face, making you look as the big one cums in Angel. 

“Do you like it?” 

You gulp, feeling Daddy's tongue against your ear. He’s just playing, right? 

“Y-yes..?” 

“Good girl,” he moves one hand to your thigh, lowering it so it's on your inner thigh. 

You see Daddy’s glowing pink eyes in the corner of your vision. 

“Are you wet, baby?” 

You gasp, feeling him lick his rough tongue firmly against your ear. 

“Yes,” 

Daddy presses just the knuckle of his pinky finger against your panties. 

“Perfect.” 

“CUT!” 

Daddy’s hands are immediately off of you. You can't see straight, your stomach in shambles. 

“Okay, let's set up the set for the next one!” The director yells. 

You look up at Daddy, who is looking at Angel. 

He was just playing, 

Right? 

are you able to do some with kokushibo? he's such a elegant stud, so i think he'd be pretty romantic!

KOKUSHIBO'S AI VOICE DEBUT!

I finally got it! I've been slaving away forever trying to get kokushibo's voice to sound right 😭

this person asked for this like a month ago but I was working on him even before that, I tried to use Jonah Scott's voice clips of Way of the House Husband but it wasn't deep enough. (Such a good anime tho oml)

But now the offical english dub clips are out and he is ready! Enjoy!

For Gender Neutral! Listener

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?)