Hi! I Was Wondering If You Could Do Headcanons For Blitz X F!reader Who's Taller Than Him (like 6'5-7'0

Hi! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Blitzø x f!reader who's taller than him (like 6'5-7'0 and Blitzø is like 5 ft canonically 😭) but she loves to cuddle with him after a long day (she works at I.M.P. w/ him)

decided to make this a drabble because it was easier but I hope you enjoy either way hun!!

blitzø was always annoyed at how much taller than him you were, made him feel embarrassed and insecure 

of course, your dumb little teasing comments didn't help. calling him “Howww is my short king doingg??~”

“Christ on a fucking dick y/n. don't call me that shit!!” he said in a peeved tone.

“Oh come onnn you love me blitzyy~” you spoke in a condescending tone

“Shut up…” he mumbled under his breath, plopping down on the couch, rolling his eyes like some toddler throwing a tantrum.

you snickered and sat down with him “Sounds like you had a tough day at work hm?” you never really went with him on his assisnating missions, you were a secretary who worked at the front office so you never really needed to ever go out.

Blitzø kept on mumbling about his “bullshit day at work” and his “stupid and lame clients” while you nodded your head and agreed with him, attempting to give him comfort and peace. as you attempted to calm him down your arms wrapped around his waist cuddling up behind him, making him the little spoon. next you ran your hands up and down his body making him less tense. he breathed out a heavy sigh in his eyes started to flutter shut before mumbling a small “Thank you” you chuckled as you told him to just relax

before long he was out like a light. softly snoring in your embrace, but the tiredness and sleepiness finally caught up with you too, falling asleep with him wrapped up in your arms. 

You both slept peacefully before a bang on the door breaking down woke you both up with you standing up faster than you ever had, you got up so quick you swear you could've gotten fuckin dizzy

until you saw a wolf standing between the doorway. the same wolf blitzø let's man the phones, loona. you sighed in slight annoyance. as loona grumbled an angry “What?!”

Cant have fuckin shit in this office.

oh well, I suppose theres next time right?

-xoxo Ari

id kiss you so hard /p if you did something with velvette having lowkey more cat traits.. purring and retractable claws... fangs... if you LOVE LOVE a cat/dog dynamic, maybe throw in a hell hound body guard reader?? hmm?? if you wanna write a specific blurb instead of headcannons, maybe her making biscuits? nuzzling into the reader, getting all physically touchy after a hard day of work etc

Mwah! gotta feed my favorite artist :3

I've had a rlly stong urge to write velvette so this was great, i decided to mix up my ideas with yours so yea lol

Enjoy this drabble hun!!

The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, you've always loved baking with your girlfriend, velvette. While she never really did much of cooking you enjoyed the time spent with her anyway. She tapped her claws on the marble counters, just standing there looking pretty. She was scrolling through the latest news before her pupils dilated at the sight of the cookies immediately trying to snatch one out of the tray. Your hand caught her, stopping her from grabbing one while chuckling “Not yet Vel, they're still hot. Have some patience for Lucifer's sake!” You placed down the tray while petting her, her soft ears folding down at your touch. She mumbled something along the lines of “i don't care if it's hot i want one now”  you scooped her up and walked her over to the couch “Hey! put me the fuck down you dumb dog!-” 

You growled at the name calling before dropping her on the couch. “Happy?”

“Yea, good puppy.” 

You blushed at the name looking away from her “call me that again and i swear you aren't getting any cookies” 

“That's not fair!” Velvette whined

“And I don't care." You rolled your eyes before sitting down on the couch next to her “they need to cool down anyway, what do you wanna do in the meantime?” Velvette grabbed the remote controller. “Wanna watch a movie?” You nodded, before laying down on her thighs, yea you knew she was gonna tease you about it but you were too comfy to give a shit. “Comfy down there?” You mumbled a quick ‘fuck you’ before nodding your head. Her hand scratched a tuft of your hair, petting your upright hellhound ears, you tried to ignore the fact your long and fluffy tail was wagging. Before scrolling through ‘Voxflix’ for a while you decided no movies were good enough to watch. You got up from the couch and stretched. “Mkay, they're probably done cooling down by now. You can finally have one now and stop your whining” Velvette rolled her eyes before yawning, her sharp fangs showing before getting up and walking over to grab a cookie following your lead. 

You grabbed two cookies and handed one to her. She bit down on it, almost accidentally biting your hand. She smiled happily at the taste, hugging you and cuddling up next to you. Nuzzling herself in between your neck, purring. “Thank you puppy, these taste great.”

“I told you not to call me that Vel!!”

“Yeaa well you can just suck it up and deal with the nickname puppy~”

You blushed again, sighing and finally accepting the nickname that your dumb cat girlfriend gave you. “Fine..” “Good dog.” Velvette laughed as she kissed you on the cheek, grabbing another cookie.

Hope you enjoyedd!! i loved writing this it was so cute

-xoxo, Ari

How does Vox angst sound? Something where the reader has to take care of an injured Vox?

I’m a Bad Liar with a Savior Complex —

1.5k words,, Vox x reader

summary — After a bad fight with Valentino, Vox seeks comfort in his bootycall, you.

warnings — Toxic relationships, abuse, manipulation, Vox being a dick, Valentino is his own warning, hurt/comfort

a/n — I think I went way too ham on this one. The request was “Vox angst” not a poorly written shakespeare play.

You weren’t expecting anyone that night, let alone your self proclaimed bootycall, Vox. The knock at your door was surprising on its own, but your amazement only grew when you opened it.

“Are you going to let me in—ozzz—or are you just going to st—aa—are?” He spoke through gritted teeth and with effort.

“Vox,” you place your hand on his shoulder and usher him in, “what the hell happened to you?”

Already familiar with your apartment, he flips down on the couch almost immediately and leans in head back.

Under the dim lighting of your one singular lamp, you take him in; screen cracked at the right corner, shirt disheveled, and from what you could see in his face, eyes tired and sunken.

“Oh not much—chh—“ He sighed, glitching slightly, “—just a peachy day in the park.”

You didn’t know what to do. Vox was no picnic, unfortunately, you knew that better than most. But you vaguely wonder what could have provoked this?

Vox was a smooth talker, he usually didn’t fail to charm people and kiss ass to get what he wanted. You doubt Alastor had time to cause that kind of damage these days, not to mention the interest.

So the one culprit for the mess that sat in front of you had to be… oh.

“Jesus. How’d you piss him off this time?” You genuinely ask, coming over to accompany Vox on the couch.

“Well—bzz— he’s always pissed about something. Today’s tantrum had nothing to do with the likes of—mhh—me,” Vox sighed deeply and winced as he sat up.

“Why, do you like the new look?” Coming from anyone else, the comment would have been an attempt to lighten the mood. However, Vox only meant to condescend the baffled look in your eyes.

‘Why are you just sitting there? Help me,’ his eyes, well, what’s left of his eyes said.

You sigh and get up, stopping to stare down at him one last time, “So, what do we need to fix this?” 

He contemplated for a moment, “Well, I got the hell out of dodge before I had the chance to grab a spare—szc—screen so—“ he pointed to the area around his face, “anything to stop my fucking face from chipping off would be great.”

“So, like what? Fucking ducktape?” your attempt at a joke fell flat when the expression on his face didn’t move. 

He simply grimaced. 

You frown and look longingly towards your kitchen, “I’ll see what I have.”

You end up settling for ducktape after all. A purely comical solution to what can only be described as a miserable situation.

You patched him up gently, your hand resting on the bottom of his screen and covering the chipped part, as delicately as possible, with ducktape.

“You know, it would be kind of funny. The ducktape, I mean,” you try to smile, “…but it’s not funny.”

For once in his entire existence, it seemed Vox had nothing to say. No smart-ass remarks or egotistical words fell from his mouth. Only quiet silence as he breathed shakily in and out.

You couldn’t help but analyze his actions in your head. He must be getting sick of it, being treated like garbage by Val, by Alastor, by everyone who should respect him.

Except Vox’s empire, his power, any of it couldn’t help in this regard. Valentino was apart of his life in hell, and quietly it was dawning on Vox that even he couldn’t talk his way out of this.

Not entirely anyway. They needed eachother in some sick sense. Vox knew this, and now it seemed so did you.

Your heart ached for the man. In all of his terrible ways he seemed to be finding that cruelty was a double sided sword. Except this time, he got stabbed straight through.

You finished patching him up in silence, before leaning down and placing a kiss on the top, undamaged side of screen.

Your thumb caressed the area of his cheek softly. He shut his eyes and leaned into the gentle touch, frowning deeply.

You sit down next to him once again. “You’re staying with me tonight, okay?”

He nodded weakly, partly because he didn’t want to upset his head injury. But also partially to show you how vulnerable he felt at the moment. Although an upsettingly subtle que, he gazed up at you in hopes you would just take care of him without him having to ask.

Thankfully you catch on. You guide him up from the couch and rub his back gently while leading him to the bedroom and sitting him down.

“I have some t-shirts and sweatpants in the closet. I’m gonna go get you some water,” you say, soothingly rubbing his back before leaving.

When you come back, he already changed into comfier clothing and set his work clothes on a chair near your bed, in order to not wrinkle them.

He lays curled up on the bed with his eyes open, looking as if he was about to cry. You cringe at the thought. You’d been awkward enough tonight, Vox crying did not need to add to that.

You come over to him with the iced cold cup, sit him up right, and place it in his hands.

“Drink,” you command. He does, without hesitation. Jesus, you think, Vox taking orders. Thats new. 

After downing the whole glass in one large swig, he sets it on the bed side table. 

“He threw a f—fff—ucking wine bottle at me,” Vox said glumly.

You were just happy he was talking again. You cuddle up close to him on the bed, taking him under your arm, trying not to mind the less than ideal way the corner of Vox’s screen poked into your jaw. Oh well, Vox seemed comfortable enough.

He curled closer to you, sinking into your side and shutting his eyes, but not with the intention of falling asleep.

“I’m sorry. He’s such a douchebag,” And what? Vox isn’t? Your inability to comfort him was weighing unbareabley on your mind. Do better.

“But you’re safe now, sweetheart,” you pull him closer to you under the blankets, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Vox hummed, the sides of his mouth flickering down as the lump in his throat grew tighter. 

You kept going, “You handled it so well. You get to relax now, okay? Nothing bad’s gonna happen under my watch.”

It was stupid, Vox thought. He was an overlord, a powerful one at that. Protection was below him. But so was getting fucked up by his angry boyfriend and running off to his side pieces apartment, so who knows?

In hindsight, it was his fault. He was sloppy in his ways of manipulation tonight and Val had caught onto him. Well, in a figurative and literal sense, he supposed.

Oh, how the powerful fall at the feet of those closest to them. Serves him right.

He knows you aren’t stupid. You knew what he said earlier about how Val’s ‘tantrum had nothing to do with the likes of him’ was a lie.

And yet, here you were helping him. Vox couldn’t wrap his head around it. Just as he couldn’t understand why you continued spewing such comforting words.

Words that, if you asked anyone else, he didn’t deserve. He stopped himself from dwelling on it when he felt the tears brew in the corner of his eyes.

“I’m proud of you, Vox,” you speak softly.

He burrows his screen in your chest. “No, you’re not,” he whispers, grasping onto your shirt softly, “And I thought I was the—spzz— the liar.”

“I’m not lying. It takes a lot to survive that crazy ass moth. Let alone, everyday. I am proud of you,” you plant a kiss on the top of his head.

That was the breaking point. Vox tried to justify his tears in his mind; It’s not like he hadn’t already been embarrassingly vulnerable tonight, anyways. Could it get much worse? 

For you, maybe. As the waterworks flowed, you shushed him softly and rubbed his back. Honestly, you were a little worried about the tears fucking up his system, because of all the cracks in his head.

Thankfully, you didn’t notice any changes, basic bodily function-wise.

You found Vox’s outburst of tears specifically alarming. He muttered little apologies throughout. However, it seemed less and less about the tears themselves.

He clung to you and his the remains of his face in your shirt, hoping you wouldn’t get pissed off at the wetness around your collar.

You let him cry, and shush him with small gentle words of praise. He looks up at you, screen slick and shiny. You lean down to give him a watery, but gentle kiss.

The sad part, you think to yourself, is that you know exactly what’s going to happen tomorrow.

Things will go back to normal, Vox’s walls will come back up as if this never happened, and he’ll continue seeing Valentino. He’ll act as if he never confided in you, and once again, you two will only be an occasional good-fuck.

There was no lesson in any of this. Almost as if the whole experience was completely futile. Nothing would change, and Vox and Val would continue in their toxic, horny, power struggle. Vox using Val to his advantage, Val getting pissed off and fucking him up. 

What did you expect? Well, you’d just about accepted this fact when Vox, half asleep, all cried out, and sleepily drooling on your shirt, muttered three small words.

“I love you.” 

TYTY ILYSM MWAH

taking a mini hiatus

just gotta give myself a mental break requests are still open but its gonna take me a while, love you all sm!! <3

-xoxo, Ari

ty to @puffymucher for the art/pfp

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