Once transformed into his bigger form, your demon lover may only seem to be sated; yet the begging eyes filled with tears, feverish blush, and his ragged breath only prove how hungry he still is.
Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, smut with feelings, established relationship.
Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!
It happened again.As if another test conducted by the higher powers, or just a cruel coincidence, Vox went through another transformation – luckily, you happened to be right by his side when things got out of control, despite his tearful protests for you to leave.
After another demon tried to threaten Vox's most precious thing in the whole world – his beloved human – he wasted no time in protecting you, although sacrificing his... "normal" state.
As everything calmed down, and your demon blew off some steam, you approached him carefully. Shaking, he was standing in the middle of the room, struck by such a sudden transformation. That time, however, he wasn't alone: a gentle hug from behind reminded him of that, a smaller hand holding his own – much bigger, trembling, with those black claws he was ashamed of.
It happened again. A bigger body, those ugly fangs and horns alongside a pair of gigantic wings that barely fit inside the house, the inability to go outside in such state, and the most important: the lustful hunger that always consumed him. Almost like a beast in its rut.
The last thing Vox clearly remembered was being taken down to the couch, your warm hands somehow cool to the touch as his body temperature grew significantly. Every contact of the skin burnt, sending the demon's mind into the fog where everything started to blur.
"Kindred," he called you, his palms moving up to rip the already damaged shirt off, desperate to remove any cloth constraining his spasming muscles.
"Please..."Vox leaned against the couch, resting his head on its back, and through his gritted teeth you could hear more pleading.
Your gaze followed his Adam's apple twitching with low roaring groans, down to the sweaty chest, where the ornament of his demonic tattoo was glowing red on the skin flustered with fever. Yet Vox's sculptured abs weren't the main focus of your attention – and his need – but the obvious big bulge, rubbing painfully against the tight trousers' fabric. Swallowing down some saliva, you noticed a small wet spot right where the curve of his cock was showing through the white pants.
Vox raked his fingers through the long black hair, tugging on his own shiny locks in desperation as more tears were filling his eyes – the most beautiful irides of the sunset sky on a warm summer day.
You sat down comfortably next to Vox, wrapping your arm around his shoulders to move him closer so that he could bury his face into your chest.
Your demon lover accepted the initiative with another half-groan half-sob – how could he not accept it when your arms felt like the safest place in the entire universe to him?
With much care and caution, your fingers fluttered over Vox's crotch, covering the blood-shot length.
Its warmth was pulsating through the trousers, and the size compared to your palm would shock anyone. But not you. Only you could endure that demonic rut.
"Kindred, I..." his legs spreading wider instinctively, Vox moaned, but you interrupted him:
"Shh, I know, I know," you caressed his hair, undoing the zipper in the meantime. The desperation caught in Vox's throat, got its escape in an audible gasp once the little fingers rubbed his flesh through the clothes. The need to devour became so strong that it hurt, as the demon's nose inhaled that sweet scent off the crook of your neck.
"Kindred..." Vox called your name again, hiding the groans into rapid kisses laid upon your skin while the sharp demon fangs were gentle enough not to scrape his fragile beloved human.
When your hand dived underneath the waistband of the demon's pants, he sucked in a sharp breath at a sudden contact – yet even that fleeting touch was enough to cause him to jolt in his place. Magnificent demonic wings, spread out wide, fluttered, knocking a new things off their spots.
"I'm so sorry," Vox mumbled apologetically. However, the more you touched him, the more his wings trembled along his whole body. "Sorry..."
The demon's slightly moist lips tasted salty when you kissed him, silencing the unnecessary regrets.
Dragging your thumb gently along the leaking tip, you had no time to wonder how hot it was burning in your grasp. All your thoughts were occupied by the very demon, falling apart right in your hands. Stroke by stroke, you drove him closer to the release.
"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" Pulling back from the lips you wished to never pull back from, you left a careful kiss on Vox's left eyelid smearing a lone tear off his long lashes. He said nothing except a low moan, pleasure bubbling in his lower stomach.
Of course, that would not be enough to calm his beastly hunger down. Watching the demon shoot a hot heavy load on your fingers, his length still pretty much erected, you knew you would take care of it throughout the entire day, if not longer.
However, while the most gentle eyes were looking at you, love pulsating through guilt and pain in those pink irides, you also admitted over and over again: you didn't mind that at all.
Foolishly, once a human loved a beast, they could never be apart.
I’M BACK I SAW THE REQUEST IS OPEN AND I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD! I’ve had this in idea in my head rent free for weeks, what if reader is a member of the nijisanji en but they are a rabbit hybrid with really cute floppy ears and a puffy tail and they are shy and soft spoken, I like to imagine that luxiem and their fans would gush over them like crazy! On the side note, I’m glad your mid terms went well hope you are doing well, I adore your writings!
Luxiem and a Pair of Fluffers
a/n: bunnies are literally just a ball of fluff I WANNA OWN ONE BUT I CANT UWAHHHH SADGEE btw u guys, i'm doing far better than last week so i'll slowly start going back to writing again ehe <3 also, hi again lunaaa!!
Vox Akuma 👹🌹
it’s pretty obvious, especially recently, how vox fucking adores animals
rabbits are totally up his list without a doubt so imagine the literal stars in his eyes upon seeing dem fluffers at the top of your head
“DARLING?” vox gasps, comically backtracking upon seeing your pair of rabbit ears. “AM I SEEING WHAT I'M ACTUALLY SEEING?”
his voice, though not meant to scare, still made you flinch at how loud it was and your ears immediately lower, yelping a bit
“oh—sorry, darling,” vox smiles as he tones his voice down by a mile, soft and gentle. “but are these real? these are really your ears?”
you look away, biting your lip. “y-yeah.”
“can i touch them?” but from looking at his eyes, he was gonna find a way to touch them anyway so you nod. you giggle when he grins brightly, “hehe, thank you, darling.”
he runs his fingers through your hair first before finally touching the base of your ears
it was a foreign feeling to you, but it was by no means uncomfortable
vox experiments by massaging the base of your ears first and when you pretty much melt, he smiles as he kept on going, occasionally moving between ears
he revels in the softness of your fur, truly unlike any other he’s felt
after a bit more head rubbing, you give in and eventually choose to curl up against his much bigger frame, nuzzling into his neck to enjoy the warmth and the head pats
“awe, my sweet little rabbit.”
ddlg vibes starting to come in hoo boy
you were already naturally timid and with your newly discovered weakness of head/ear rubs, vox is taking advantage of those things
when you’re busy and he’s in need of some attention, he is quick to make use of his hands and have you on his lap
“just a moment of your time, my beloved. please?”
YOU WERE THE BUNNY WHY WAS HE THE ONE BEING CUTE AYE :<
that’s just level one
it gets super bad when he resorts to biting your ears and tugging on your little tail if it was visible
“you leave me no choice, love.”
you’re a blabbering mess and can’t contain yourself anymore, forced to either hide from the embarrassment or do what vox tells you to
“awe, that’s a good little bunny.”
and he just won’t stop either.
you both rly like it and don’t. leaning towards the former though :3
but on a more serious note, he sees you as a source of comfort like that of a rly cute plushie
being an animal lover at heart, he knows exactly how to deal with you (and definitely takes advantage of it as often as possible)
at night, he’ll try to lay off the teasing and have you ball up against him, stroking your ears in a more comforting manner
vox doesn’t think you’re weak of course, but seeing you so precious makes him want to protect you even more and assure that no one harms you
precious must protecc ✨
conclusion, it’s both a curse and a blessing for you to be a rabbit hybrid. but it is life’s greatest gift for vox being able to pamper and coddle one of the most precious people alive
other boys utc!
Mysta Rias 🦊🔶
he’s not always in the presence of animals but he does think they’re absolutely adorable
especially when it came in the form of you
actually wait, the first time he saw it, he thought you were being extra kinky (-`д´-)
“oh? this is new~” mysta grins with the sussiest face known to man
you wave your hands dismissively, red covering your cheeks, “no, no, wait mysta! this isn’t a costume! th-these are my real ears…”
you twitch your ears around and mysta will just freeze in his place
just what exactly was he seeing rn, eh?
“we-well, that’s interesting,” all previous unseisoness will evaporate, replaced with complete embarrassment as he tries to place himself in the awkward situation. “they’re really cute…”
although he was avoiding eye contact, it was clear that he meant what he said
you giggle, “yo-you can touch them if you want, mysta.”
at this, he braves himself to look at you with the visible look of excitement. he strides over and hesitantly hovers his hands over your ears
but then his fingers come in contact with the soft fur and he is immediately enamored
gently, mysta lets his entire hand rub through your long ears
you shudder at the touch
“ah- did i hurt you?” he asks nervously, retracting his hand
you shake your head, “no, i just… really liked it.”
mysta chuckles as he put his hand back to your ears, rubbing them oh so gently but enough pressure to elicit a satisfied hum from you
without realizing, you’re up against mysta as he continues to adore you through his head pats
he might’ve seemed shy and hesitant about touching you at first, but all that disappears within time
while mysta would usually ask first if he could pet you, nowadays when he wants to, he’ll just do it
it catches you off guard often and this makes for a good land plot to plant all his mischievous deeds
sigh, there it is
he’ll pretend to be stupid just to see you mad, because with you being this cute, being angry just made you more adorable
he’ll also just be generally annoying (in a cute way) by bugging you while you work or doing a chore
instances include when you’re reading or doing work, he’ll lay his head on your lap and while he claims he’s there to offer “moral support”
he’s actually poking your stomach and maybe your tail too
“eek!” you yelp, sending a glare down mysta with an irritated and also shy blush. “mysta.”
“yes, baby?” he’ll grin
or when you’re washing dishes, he’s gonna hug you from behind and nibble on your ears
“MYSTAAAA”
“eh? what’s up? i just saw a snack.”
you: (•ﾟдﾟ•)
bunnies to him are more vulnerable creatures and he somehow has the fucking audacity to think you are too :<
so he’ll pretty much baby you and actually not feel like a bottom like how it usually is on stream with the chat
rias appears more often and it brings chills down your spine
these are the rare times where you actually will take him more seriously, especially when he demands that you sit on his lap
while you usually just shrug it off, the look in his eyes and just how he spoke was enough to knock you off your feet
and like an actual rabbit, skittering towards him and following his orders
bunny ears still look super kinky to him
ANYWAY
all this is just his way of adoring you, how he truly feels affectionate and though it might get a bit overbearing sometimes (when it gets annoying), you know mysta loves you a lot still
Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆
he thinks animals are cool! fluffy animals, pog!
at least, that’s what he thought of them before he saw your ears and tails
“oh my god,” he gaped, studying your twitching ears. he kept staring at you for quite a while, which brought you worry. luca looks at you, the biggest grin on his face, “YOU’RE SO CUTE UWAHHHHH”
he doesn’t even pause to ask you as he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing the fucking life out of you all the while nuzzling his face into your fluffy ears
“THEY‘RE SO SOFT AHHHHHH”
he was quite literally screaming into your ears ;-;
“mercy, luca, mercy!!” you gasp for air, patting his back alarmingly
luca hears your pleads and lets you go, grinning bashfully
“hehe, sorry,” he says as he scratched the back of his head. “no seriously, but you’re so cute!! look at you!!”
at his bombardments of compliments, you shrink and can merely blush, your soul evaporating when luca didn’t cease to give you a break
“can i touch them please? pretty please?” he asks in a high pitched none, in hopes it could swoon you
even without doing it, the love pouring from his eyes didn’t give you much choice to refuse
you nod, “sure.”
he cheers softly, hopping over to you (even tho you were the rabbit…) and reached for your soft ears
despite his chaotic outburst at first, his pats are gentle
luca wasn’t afraid to use both his hands to give the equal amount of love
he massaged the base of your ears firmly without having it to be too pressurized and like a natural, he has your ears twitching from satisfaction
you hum, enjoying every second
you don’t even realize your eyes are closed until luca pointed it out, “awe, do you like your headpats?”
you flutter eyes open again, pink tinting your cheeks as you admit embarrassedly, “y-yeah… they’re rly nice…”
“c’mere then,” luca pats his lap, giving you only the most gentle smile in the entire world
your heart had never felt so light seeing your blonde lover having such a heart of compassion so you crawl on over, making yourself comfortable in his neck
he continues the ear rubbing routine, hitting just the most perfect spots
“you can relax into me, honey,” luca whispers, pecking your forehead
even without him saying it, your body was by default falling asleep on its own
you woke up hours later with luca also asleep, his hand in your hair and between your ears
and how dare he say he’s a mean and evil mafia boss （＞д＜）
after that, he treats you as his personal source of serotonin
whenever his days were hard and long, he’s just going to wrap his arms around your tinier figure and quietly snuggle into you
you know he’s had a tiring day when the usual golden retriever vibes just disappear today
and on these days especially, you’ll be nudging his head with your own or boop nose to nose
usually these things alone are more than enough to recharge luca and he’ll be nudging and booping back
talking from real experience, my younger brother likes to nudge his head to me like a cat and let me tell you, it really is a cute and affectionate gesture 😩
unlike with vox and or mysta, you don’t have to feel shy or embarrassed around luca because he genuinely adores your more bunny like side, appreciating every second of it to the point where you see being “too cute and adorable” as a power than a small inconvenience
you’ll be asking luca for something and even without doing anything, he just can’t say no to you <3
seems like luca’s getting more of the benefits than you in this case ^^
Ike Eveland 🖋💙
he likes cute things! but he’s more so hesitant that he’ll do something wrong or hurt you somehow since he doesn’t know much of the animal world :(
so upon seeing your floppy bunny ears, ike is stunned and honestly doesn’t know what to do first
“o-oh… oh wow, those are real?” ike peers from where he stands, unlike the others who immediately approach you hands on
while you were supposed to be the one embarrassed and shy, your lover seemed to be more timid in this case
you take a slow step forward and you notice how ike tenses up, his hands hiding behind his back
“ike?”
“hm?”
“are you alright?”
unable to evade you any further, he sighs, “sorry, um. i don’t think there’s anything bad about this, really! i’m just… kinda nervous. i’m worried i’d hurt you or touch you in the wrong way…”
ah this sweetheart, worrying for your wellbeing over his in the end
you shake your head, grabbing his hand and placing it upon your head, specifically between your ears softly
shy to say what you wanted, you look up at ike and curl your lip
and he understands what you were asking for, hesitantly moving his fingers into your hair before finally making it to the base of your ears
his touches are incredibly light and ticklish, so you nudge your head against his hand even more
ike is caught by slight surprise but seeing you encourage him like this gives him the reassurance that he was in the clear
he adds more pressure and actually starts giving you the proper headpats
you hum, satisfied
ike smiles and all earlier hesitance washes away
“you adorable sweet thing,” ike whispers, leaning in to place a chaste kiss at the top of your forehead
though your cheeks are a warm red from his ever so enchanting words, you let go of any distress from the day and just enjoy being in ike’s comforting presence
after that, though safe and probably will be guided by you for any questions, ike is one to investigate your half species through theoretical research
he wants to make sure he actually knows what he’s doing without having to bother you with his questions
no matter how many times you catch him and insist that he can just ask you unfortunately ;-;
bcs he’s thoughtful and compassionate like that
but hey you appreciate the extra comforting headpats and scritches in the ears due to those independent inquisitions ^^
with you around (ideally on his lap and snuggling into him), he gets more work done and has a reason to keep moving just so that when he’s finally finished, his end goal is right there in his arms
you don’t even need to be interacting with him to give this sort of effect
your bunny ears and soft tail makes it all the better
your timid and shy nature motivates ike into teasing you a lot more than usual, adoring every single blush enrapturing your cheeks and the stutter of every word that comes out of your mouth
“how is my liten kanin doing?”
*little rabbit*
you get embarrassed every time he uses that specific nickname but the fact he even chose to call you that makes it endearing
you’ll quickly boop his nose with a shy smile
“i’ll take that as ‘good’.”
Shu Yamino 🔮✨
not surprised to see a rabbit hybrid like yourself and probably has a rly good starting foundation on your species already
actually, he might seem rly chill and cool but that’s only him not wanting to lose his image bcs inside, shu is screaming over how cute you are
“awe, look at these little fluffers,” shu coos, bringing a gentle hand to your ears and carefully rubbing at the right spots
your cheeks are a bright red but you’re too distracted by his ear rubbing and end up curling up against him like he was your bed
eh, he probably was anyway
now even though he wasn’t saying much, when you buried your face into his chest, shu’s face is actually a thousand times redder than yours by the end of it
this cutie of a lover, nuzzling and stealing all his body warmth so effortlessly
how the heck did he get so lucky
first time showing your ears to him is not the most exciting amongst all of luxiem but THE WAY HE TAKES SUCH GOOD CARE OF YOU :<<<
when your shy side is taking over and you don’t get your daily dose of shu yamino headpats, man knows what’s going on and goes over to you with hands already in your hair
“you doin’ okay, u-sa-gi-chan?”
aye, the usagi chans ;-;
he knows what he’s doing to you and he likes it a lot
the fact that you’re shy and soft spoken can’t help but stir the more teasing side of shu, breaking out all the cute japanese nicknames equivalent to the words fluffy and rabbit
but for your sake, he doesn’t make this a habit and will spare you all the teases (even if he meant it in an affectionate way)
on normal days, shu will just chill and casually brush through your hair and ears, making this routine a habit between you two
whenever stream finishes, doesn’t rly matter if he had work after that. You just crawl next to him for his usual headpats and he’ll just revel in your comfy presence
there are so many times where shu is up at weird hours and you’re simply asleep in his arms
though not awake, he appreciates how you still want to offer your company to him
or when the day has been particularly long for the sorcerer, you’re the one taking care of him by coddling him like how he usually coddles you
“your lap is rly comfy…,” he mumbles half awake and you only giggle as you massage his head and consistently kiss his cheeks. “love you…”
before falling asleep in your hold, you following just behind
insert cute picture of pingus and bunnies together
shu is a fun guy and is willing to try new things
so, there was that one time where he tried using his sorcery skills to match rabbit ears with you
“now I can be your usagi-kun!”
author chan proceeding to die
he might seem shy with the floppy black-purple-yellow-pink ears at first but seeing you jitter with enthusiasm and excitement calms him down
bunny ears asset for shu yamino anyone?
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Ike took a sip from his drink while he heard Vox talking about his last stream. As much as he enjoyed the demon’s company and didn’t mind being his listening, most of that information would simply fall on deaf ears.
“...but then Mysta came out of nowhere and tickled me…”
The novelist used the straw to stir his drink, moving the small blocks of ice when that particular sentence struck him. Ike raised his eyebrows in curiosity, slightly turning his face to Vox. “Sorry, Mysta did what?”
“Oh, like, he came from behind and wiggled his fingers over my waist. It made me let out a really awful squeal,” Vox said, between chuckles, “he caught me off guard and I-”
“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Vox.” Ike interrupted his colleague, placing his glass down while a slight smirk formed on his lips.
“Well, to put it like that it’s an overstatement. I was simply scared wh-”
“Then…” Ike interrupted him again, this time the novelist could tell that Vox knew where he wanted to get with those comments. “Can I test it out?” He spoke softly, holding his hand in front of his chest and slowly wiggling his fingers.
The demon felt a shiver run down his back, swallowing dry at the idea. Yet, he tried his best to put up some calm facade, hoping to talk the novelist out of it. “I don’t see the need for that.”
“And why not? If you are not ticklish, there is no reason to fear.”
“I’m not fearing anything, it’s just thaAHA- Ike! N-nohoh, s-stop it!” Vox choked on his laughter when Ike ignored his words and reached for his waist, pinching it skillfully. As the tinglish feeling spread across his body, the demon quickly held the novelist’s wrist, trying to pry it off of his body.
“Huh… so, Mysta “scared” you like this?” Ike teased, managing to switch to Vox’s side despites the other man’s attempts to stop him. The change of spots made him twist and turn on his chair, trying to battle both the urge to laugh and Ike’s tickling.
“Y-yehehah, now s-stohop it! AhaHAh, e-enohough!” Vox pleaded, trying to lean away from Ike’s hand to the point he was almost falling from his chair.
“Already? I thought you were not ticklish, Vox. Were you lying then?” Ike pressed the man further, cornering him both literally and metaphorically.
“O-of cohohourse not! Ahahaha, I-I’m not tihihicklish!” The demon protested, being forced to use one arm to support his body while the other kept trying to fend Ike’s assault off.
“Sure thing,” Ike chuckled, finally giving Vox a break. The novelist smugged, picking up his glass again and beginning to stir his drink. “Anyway, finish your story. So, after that, what did- ahm… Vox?”
As he turned to face his colleague again, Vox had a clearly annoyed smile on his face. Ike couldn’t help but slightly lean away from him. “Is… everything ok?”
“Oh, I’m perfectly fine, Ike, but since we are on the topic… how ticklish you said you were?”
summary: after being banished from heaven, new demon vox akuma wanders the earth for many years. but this time, he has a companion - the kindred.
word count: 2147
a/n: written for #kinfiction challenge! i hope you enjoy! crossposted on ao3 RIGHT HERE if there are any formatting issues!
to kindred: looks like we’re an eldritch amalgamation of souls now guys
to vox if he ever finds this: i’m sorry for making your tragic backstory even more tragic
fic title from 'lilac' by IU, and graphics made by me!
t/w for blood, almost character death and angst.
“Vox.” The archangel’s voice booms across the heavenly hall. The archangel carried a form indescribable to the mortal eye, full of might and faith in their God. “Do you know what you have done?”
The angel lying chained on the ground spits at the archangel’s feet. Even bound with red ropes to sap him of his strength, he stays defiant, faithful in his beliefs. From across the room, Vox’s blood brother Hako cannot bear to look. “Our God is omni-benevolent. They told us to always be kind, did they not? By their words, I have done no wrong.”
“Our kind cannot directly disrupt mortal lives,” the archangel bites out. “That is our one rule, and you have broken it.”
“The entire village was going to die! All three hundred thousand people!” Vox argues hotly. “They were innocents! They had done nothing wrong!”
“Rules are rules for a reason, Vox. You should have let them die. They were fated to. You have only delayed the inevitable. Now the delicate balance of life is out of order.”
Vox growls low in his throat. The red ropes tighten, heavenly fire burning over his skin. His restrained wings shudder. “Fuck fate.” The angels and archangels gathered at the trial of Vox gasp. “If this is the life we angels are forced to lead, I refuse to be a part of it any longer. God is a fraud,” he sneers. “Benevolent? Omnipresent? Omnipotent? I call bullshit! Which one of us has ever seen God?” The whispers continue to rise, yet nobody responds. Hako takes a step back, as if he was ashamed. “None of us!”
“Silence!” The archangel roars. “How dare you speak of our God in this fashion? By the heavenly decree, you are hereby punished for your sins. I, Head Archangel, strip you of your wings and exile you from Heaven.” The archangel sneers right back. “Even if he crawls back to us, begging for God to take him back, he will never be allowed to return. Hako, you come with me. I hope you are more willing to behave than that brother of yours.”
Vox bares his teeth in a demonic snarl. The red ropes continue to tighten. He fights back as the archangels force him to his knees, shoving his face against the floor. He refuses to scream even when a seraph blade burns against his skin, leaving deep, jagged wounds across his bare shoulder blades as his wings are cut off at the root. Golden ichor stains the feathers of his pristine white wings, pooling on the marble floor. It drips and drips until the ground is covered in the crimson red of mortal blood, of demon blood instead.
Only then do the angels deem it time to haul Vox to the Heaven’s gates, and toss him out.
The fall from grace could have taken seconds. Months. Decades. Centuries. Vox will never know. All he knows is the pain of having his wings stripped away from him. He doesn’t regret it.
When he finally hits the ground, it is when his bloody wounds have turned into scars. At some point, the blue-streaked white hair Vox had as an angel had deepened into inky black streaked with blood red. He looks nothing like the angel he used to be, but he’s glad. Good riddance! He’ll never have to deal with them all again. He’d miss Hako, and maybe that funny fox spirit guardian Nina, but other than the two of them, he really had no reason to stay.
A sound from beside him shakes him out of his musings. He tenses, but as of now he’s too weak to fight back. … Hm. The creature perched beside him is less of a creature, but more of a writhing black mass of souls. It blinks down at him with a million eyes, and he blinks right back. One soul reaches out and pokes his cheek as if to ask if he's alright.
Vox sighs, gazing up at the heavens. It all seems so far away now. "No," he mutters, "I'm not alright."
The creature makes a noise with its many mouths, patting him sympathetically. Vox sighs deeply. What does he do from here? Nobody speaks of what angels do after they fall. "Say," he murmurs to the creature, "do you have a place to go?"
The creature wiggles. Apparently, that means 'yes'. The creature supports Vox as he hobbles his way across the countryside. Even if his wounds have scabbed over and formed scars, the pain still remains. The loss of his wings ache like phantom limbs.
The creature leads Vox to a village at the peak of Honshu, resting on the tip of its Northern peninsula. It’s the same village Vox had tried to save before his banishment. The buildings still carry burn scars, remnants of the forest fire that had swept across the mountain and killed so many. The once-bustling village is now reduced to a measly few hundred. They are poor, and survive only on their own crops and hunted animals, but alive. These are the descendants of the people Vox had saved.
"Did you live here?" He asks the creature. "Were you..." All the people who died?
Yes.
"I'm sorry."
Don't be.
The creature seems to want him to help, so Vox takes a step in.
It takes days for the villagers to learn to trust the former-angel who charms them with his charisma, warmth and fighting prowess. They give him a roof over his head, and in return, he protects them from harm.
Vox protects them for years and years, and the village expands to take in other immigrants from displaced clans. The people call him Akuma-sama for his terrifying skills with his katana, name him leader. With him, the lost and despondent find a home. They find health and prosperity and hope in the place people have begun to call 'Akuma Castle', and Vox asks for nothing more than their loyalty.
This extends to the soul-creature who follows him around faithfully. He starts to call them Kindred, because they are kindred spirits now, are they not? They are no longer a fallen angel and hundreds of thousands of souls on the run from Heaven's eternal reign. They are friends now, even if Vox does not always understand them.
The year is 1614 when the war raging across Japan finally reaches Akuma Castle.
Vox tries his best to quell the fears of his people. Mothers hide their children, breathing a sigh of relief when the Kindred tears themselves apart to keep an eye on them all. At the end of every day, the Kindred reports to Vox. It eases the former angel's worries to know that his people are safe and sound. The men learn to defend and to defeat, taught by none other than Vox himself. They learn fast, and they appreciate it when Vox praises them for it.
It's not enough. Once again, Vox's best efforts are not enough.
One by one, the Tokugawa Shinobi slaughter the men Vox had come to call friends. The archers on the castle walls fall first, toppling from their perches like helpless birds. The infantry are next to fall, the enemy soldiers wading through like their lives mean nothing. The stench of bloody death wafts through the air.
Vox sees Tokugawa Ieyasu, their leader, laughing at him on the neighboring mountain. Mocking him. Pathetic, he hears Tokugawa call out. Five hundred and twenty-two men, dead. Five hundred and twenty-two friends, never to be seen alive again.
Vox sees red.
Roaring out a battle cry, the last line of defense unsheathes his katana, and takes on the Tokugawa Shinobi on his own. He must not fall. The sacrifices of his people cannot be in vain. The Kindred is working hard on the sidelines, sneaking the women and the children away from the battlefield, through the woods to safety.
The metallic clang of clashing swords echo through the sky as Vox Akuma-sama slices the enemy soldiers to ribbons. Even though he is no longer an angel, his strength is still superhuman.
What a pity his stamina isn't enough.
Vox is strong, but for every fallen soldier, two more rise. He wipes the sweat off his forehead, and his bloodstained hands leave bright red war-paint in their wake. Eventually, he finds himself cornered on the cliff's edge. He's gravely injured. He's growing tired. Growing weak.
The funniest thing is, his downfall isn't even a soldier's fatal blow.
It's the rock crumbling under his foot that sends him falling, falling, falling once again. It hurts worse than falling from Heaven.
Briefly, he wonders what Hako would think if he saw Vox now.
Deja vu strikes when he hears the rustling of bushes besides him. The Kindred appears, and-
Freezes.
Vox lifts a weak hand. The Kindred nuzzles into his touch, faithful as always. He can feel the distress rolling off the creature in waves. "Don't worry about me," he rasps. A smile cracks his bloodstained lips. "This isn't the end of Vox Akuma."
"We'll meet again," he promises even as the beating heart in his chest slows and his vision grows blurry. "I swear to God."
The Kindred can only watch helplessly as the demonic fire of Vox Akuma begins to fade, the sound of his breathing slowing down to a complete stop. The Kindred doesn't know what exactly will happen to them or to Vox Akuma from here. All they know is that the angel-turned-demon who had taken them under his wing is severely injured, incapable of showing them the kindness and strength he had all those times in the past.
"Hey."
The Kindred turns around, protectively covering the still body of their demon. Standing behind them is an angel with glowing white hair and pristine white wings. The Kindred growls, all of their eyes narrowed, a million sharp teeth bared.
The angel rolls their eyes. "Vox isn't dead, you know. He's stronger than that. I should know, he's my dumbass brother. If he hasn't talked about me before, I'm Hako."
The Kindred looks down at Vox's still body. He looks rather dead to them.
"He's just really, really weak, but he'll wake up in a bit. You, on the other hand, are not meant to be alive." The Kindred hisses. "It's time for you to move on. All of you."
The angel sighs. "You'll see him again, if that's what you're worried about. Maybe you'll be in another form, but he'll still be around. Reincarnation is a thing, and you haven't done anything that warrants not being reincarnated. Besides running from us, that is."
The Kindred wavers. Three hundred thousand souls, torn between whether to stay or to go.
"Come on," goads the angel. "Make your choice."
With one last longing look at the helpless Vox Akuma, the Kindred turns away. They'll meet again, won't they? Vox promised. He swore to God.
Please, the Kindred thinks. Three hundred thousand souls, in total agreement. Please let him be safe.
The angel whisks them away.
OMAKE
Four hundred years pass by.
Vox Akuma has regained much of his strength, but he's still weak compared to what he once was. He'd spent four hundred years alone, wandering, adapting, trying to find out what had happened to the Kindred creature he'd befriended all those years ago. His endless journey had led him from Japan to England during World War Two, and after the war, he'd settled down in England.
By the twenty-first century, things had calmed down. Tokugawa Ieyasu was long dead, being a mortal with a limited lifespan. It was syphilis, or maybe it was cancer. The only thing Vox knew was that he wished he could've dealt Tokugawa the killing blow.
In hopes of tracking down the Kindred somehow, he joined the mortal company Nijisanji. Apparently, he could use this app called YouTube to show himself playing video games and reading poems live, while people would watch, and some would pay money. It still confused him a little, but he'd gotten past the applications, and people seemed to like him enough. Nina from his days in Heaven was there too, which made things infinitely better.
That led him to today.
The date is 20 December, 2021. He's making his debut with four other streamers in a group called Luxiem. With a click of a button, his debut video begins.
He sees the viewer count rise and rise. Could they be remnants of the Kindred, reincarnated into a new world? Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. Maybe he will never know. But maybe they could fill the gap in his heart the Kindred of the past left behind.
"The year is 1614," he reads. "At the close of Japan's Sengoku Period, the country is torn asunder by bloody violence and broken bones."
His audience - the newly named Kindred - watch and listen, entranced.
After a dangerous mission, the Slayer returns home – not only he's welcomed by a warm meal and an attentive ear but also his Kindred's dexterous hands that release all the pent-up tension.
Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, Fluff, Established relationship.
Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!
In the deep of the night, at the darkest time before the sunlight barely starts to seep through the dawn sky, you've barely had a wink of sleep constantly looking at your phone. Having a demon lover who has recently embarked on his new journey of slaying other horrible demons, you know that overwhelming sense of worry firsthand; although your rational side keeps telling you not to fret – he's a hella strong man! – your heart keeps stinging with longing.
Here in the quiet space of the kitchen, you're looking into the window – as if trying to catch a familiar silhouette, gliding through the free air.
"Where is Vox now? Is he safe? Is he injured, OH PLEASE I PRAY HE'S NOT"; your head almost starts to hurt at the mere possibility of Vox being harmed in any way.
However, a key turning in the keyhole startles you out of these depressive thoughts, so you immediately run to the front door. Vox enters the apartment with a tired smile, accepting an eager hug as you're hanging on him, wrapping your arms and legs around his frame. There he is, finally back: warm, moving, ALIVE, and not a single bit of his skin is touched by anyone else but you.
'Hi baby', Vox cooes while he's completely giving his guard up. His head is pressed to your clavicles as he inhales your scent: you smell like a safe home, HIS home. So, his first urge is to take you to the living room and have you sat on the couch with him; he needs a moment to catch his breath, to remind himself that in this cosily confined space he's no one else but your lover.
Having plopped on the couch with an exhausted exhale, Vox rubs his stiff neck; you follow your lover, your eyes glued to him.
'How did it go, my love?' you ask, taking a seat where Vox is already seated. Gently pushing him, you have him in your embrace where his back rests against your chest, your legs and arms wrapped around his torso and waist: like a small backpack.
You reach to stroke Vox's hair, tucking a strand of long black hair behind his ear before your fingertips would caress his exposed cheek tracing the black swirls of the tattoo.
'Where should I start...' your lover hums, nuzzling into your palm, as he melts into the hug.
'You have all the time in the world', you reassure him which Vox accepts with a grateful hum again.
The moment he starts a story of his another yet bizarre adventure, you listen to your lover attentively whilst your palms are doing the magic: swift fingers are wandering across Vox's body, leaving no spot untouched.
First, it all starts quite innocently: you trace his collarbones before adding some pressure onto his shoulders to relieve the tension, then the fingertips travel lower to Vox's chest, massaging the buff muscles in circular motions. The translucent fabric of his suit barely hides both the finest contours of his body and the warmth of it; Vox is burning underneath your palms.
Also, no massage can go without a few gentle scratches every here and there, your nails focusing on his abs now. Vox doesn't even hide a light ticklish shiver as he speaks, a small giggle running off his lips that you find extremely adorable.
Your nose bumps playfully into your lover's temple to inhale his scent: Vox smells quite... sweaty, which isn't surprising considering his outfit and the horrendous heat. There's also some natural musk, sulfur, and... a metallic smell of blood lingering in his hair. It seems like the slayer's hunt has been a successful one, as you think about it with a smirk. There's something so undeniably hot about Vox's scent and the way his body is completely in your hands: he's a big strong man that kills other demons yet here he is, all yours.
'And then he just– AH!' Vox continues his story but suddenly he draws in a sharp gasp for air when your hands move lower, both palms covering an obvious bulge under the loose trousers. You leave a moist kiss on Vox's earlobe, one of the most sensitive spots in his body, enough to make him gasp for air again. Your feet, earlier resting on both sides next to the slayer's waist, are teasing his inner thighs, almost brushing against the erected shaft through the layer of clothes.
Stroking Vox's length with one hand, another hand is pressed down with its base onto his tip, tenting through the clothes as a warm wet stain darkens the black fabric.
'Babe... FUCK!' your lover curses under his breath, his eyebrows meeting each other in a needy frown.
The trousers seems pretty much unnecessary in such state of things, so you carefully untie a knot of Vox's belt, tugging that piece of clothing off his thighs until they slide down his knees to the floor; now only the transparent suit is left, but luckily it's not that tight to stop you from burying your palms underneath it through the hip windows.
Vox leans closer for a deep kiss, and you don't waste the chance to give some strokes of his rock-hard sticky flesh, Vox's groans matching each stroke. Your bare skin has memorised every vein and curve of your lover's cock; you don't even have to see it to make Vox feel good, almost crumbling apart in your arms, his moans getting caught in your own throat. Circling the leaking tip with your thumb, another hand of yours tugs at the translucent suit to free Vox's shackled dick as it jolts in your fingers.
Vox grips hard at the couch's velvety surface, almost choking on the low moans because it's all too much, too much stimulation coming from everywhere: your lips devouring his sensitive earlobe, your feet ticking his balls, heavy from all the accumulated tension, your hand rubbing his cock the way he likes it, like you know his own body better he does.
'Mmhm, Kindred... OH FUCK!' he keeps murmuring until his own voice cracks in a sweet curse when the upcoming release makes his own hips jerk to meet the fast-paced rhythm of your warm palm.
Pulling Vox closer into another tongues-connected sloppy kiss, you release the transparent fabric of his suit off your grip so that it snaps back to his gentle skin, a fleeting spark of pain making more precum leak out of the bloodshot tip. Yet the free fingers find your lover's chest again, small fingers tracing the swollen nipple – you are rubbing it through the thin fabric, the rhythms of your hands matching for maximum pleasure.
'Kindred!' Vox growls until his hot heavy load shoots into your palm, some drops painting his covered stomach as well.
'That was hot as fuck', you giggle into Vox's cheek while you are peppering his beautiful face with more kisses. Surprisingly or not, his cock isn't even barely limp: in fact, it got much harder.
'How about I take it off, and we continue what we've started in a nice cool shower?'
'Fine, but after that I want another round, and the suit stays on!' you both laugh.
Taking a cool shower is what Vox's been dreaming about the entire day, but with his Kindred right next to him, he knows they can turn a boring shower-taking into a fun time.
The end.🚿♥️
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Inspired by the clip: https://x.com/llllll_lana/status/1946280202708889954?t=6o8SovlbbaP2Jv-k-zXLgg&s=19
Going on a vacation to the hot springs is a great chance to relax with Vox, exploring all sorts of pleasure together – this time, in a luxurious suite with the private swimming pool.
Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff, smut.
Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!
After having been working really hard this entire year, you and your husband Vox decided to take some time off on a resort, away from the busy city where no one and nothing could disturb you from relishing the intimacy of each other's embrace in the lazy mornings and long nights.
Much to your surprise, Vox was keeping the place of your joint vacation in secret, but after a smooth landing in the airport and further way to the hotel, you recognized picturesque landscapes you had only seen on the Internet.
When clear blue pools became visible from the distance, clouds of white steam floating above the water, you almost jumped out of the car seat, your face shining with joy – Vox remembered your sacred dream of going to the hot springs, and he made that wish to come true.
All the way to the hotel was filled with your excited chirping, your husband watching you with adoration as nothing made him happier than seeing his Kindred happy. On arrival, Vox couldn't catch up with your fast pace up to the suite – the best one on the entire resort.
Locking the door behind, Vox exhaled with relief and left the suitcase on the floor as you both entered the suite. You took your shoes off, almost waltzing into the living room, swirling around your axis – it was all yours for the next two weeks, finally some peace and quiet.
"But wait, there's more!" Vox giggles, coming closer to wrap his arm around your waist so that he could lead you to the side door, into the second half of the suite. When he pushed it aside, you got stunned by the most beautiful view, showered in the bright daylight.
A traditionally designed patio, made of the finest wood that still held that scent of pine trees, was seamlessly blended into a private hot spring, carved in stone while the trees kept this spot safe from any curious gaze. For a moment, you forgot to breathe, standing still.
But then the realization it wasn't just a dream hit you: overwhelmed with emotions, you jumped into Vox's arms, your legs wrapped around his slim waist while your lips were pampering your husband's face with fast nonstop kisses whose irides were gleaming, as pink as the cheeks.
"How about we relax in here after a long trip?" Vox began calmly, holding you tight as he craned his neck towards you, placing one gentle kiss on your lower lip. "Forget about the bags and everything... Just only you and only me", Two gems of pale pink adored you from below.
"I'd love that, my body is so sore after the flight..." you murmured, sighing with all the exhaustion, your arms wrapped around Vox's neck.
"Then I'll be waiting for you in the pool, gorgeous," Your husband winked placing you down as your feet touched the wooden floor again.
***
When you stepped outside on the patio, only a hotel towel wrapped around your bare body, Vox was already in the hot spring, tiny clouds of steam adding a mysterious touch to his look which seemed sexier than ever – you found yourself staring at him for a moment.
Black shiny hair with a few red strands catching one's attention was sleeked back, tiny drops of sweat and water running down Vox's big muscular chest and torso, half-submerged; like a king, he leaned back against the rocky surface of the pool, waiting for you to join.
"Babe, why are you standing there?" Vox's velvety baritone awakened you from all the thoughts; he nodded in an encouraging manner. "It's so lonely and boring without you here by my side."A warm smile, spread across Vox's plump lips, was enough for you to slowly unwrap the towel, its soft fabric pooling in your feet as you remained completely naked to your husband’s enamoured eye – time seemed to have frozen while you both were looking into each other's eyes, captivated by one another's beauty, Vox's lips parted but he was too mesmerized to speak.
You took a confident step further into the water, closing your eyes as it felt hot but soothing around your aching muscles before taking your seat next to Vox – he chased the initiative to fix that, having you seated on his lap instead, your back resting on his broad chest.
"Tired?" His whisper flowed into the gentle caressing, long fingers stroking your hair before moving lower to massage your shoulders, and the dull pain dissolved under your husband's magic touch.
"Mm-hmm," You felt so safe, so loved in Vox's arms that it was making you sleepy.
"Poor baby," Vox continued massaging your weak body, his veiny palms sliding down, fingers circling on your chest muscles before trailing to your waist, the warmth of your husband’s skin working on all the stiff knots to bring you the utmost relaxation.
At the same time, however, you could feel something else stiff poking into your lower back from behind – and you didn't hold a chuckle, wiggling on Vox's lap with a deliberate intention to tease him.
"Someone's full of energy here," You gazed up at Vox as his boyish laugh rang.
"How can I not be when the love of my life is occupying my lap while looking absolutely stunning?" His honesty only melted your heart further, your own inner desire to feel Vox on a deeper level burning on the skin.
"Oh, is that so?" You got up from a comfy position only to turn around, making sure your husband was surely licking his lips with hunger at the mere sight of your curves, before you faced Vox, almost crawling like a cat closer to him. "What a coincidence, cause the love of my life himself is looking pretty handsome as well."
Your arms following the familiar pattern of being wrapped around your husband's neck, you took Vox into a deep kiss while straddling his lap, smooth motions of your hips against Vox's own in the water following the slow rhythm.
"May I...?" In between the kisses, Vox breathed out, and suddenly the water seemed even colder than the scorching hot gravitation between you two. A pair of gentle hands cupped your butt, Vox pulled you as close as possible until you both blended into each other – yet still he wanted to make sure you weren't too tired for that.
Light breeze was playing with the leaves, ruffling the water surface while rhythmic splashes filled the steady air, shaken by the soft moans – pushing himself deeper inside of you, Vox kept kissing your neck, earning the most beautiful vocalization to his ears and back scratches.
And that's how the first day of your vacation went, passion unleashed, every single centimetre of each other's bodies remembered by heart.
Vox is glued to the game, and Kindred are glued to him, sitting cosily in his lap. Despite the stuffy space of Vox's booth (and his naturally high body temperature), Kindred get cold – Vox knows what to do.
Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Fluff, Established relationship.
Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!
Another lazy free Sunday has marked the calendar, and ever since your boyfriend's favourite game has released Leagues, he's been using any free minute to hop on the grind. You know how much he loves this game, and just like Vox respects your hobbies, you do the same for him.
After all, it's just another chance for you to crawl onto your lover's lap like a pet to enjoy those simple quiet moments together, to take a breather from any stress, to "run away" from any responsibilities, and most importantly, to get a little bit closer to Vox.
So just like that, your boyfriend is sat in his gaming chair, the golden eyes locked on the screen, his long black hair with the prettiest highlights of red tied into a low but neat ponytail by you carefully. Wearing his favourite grey sweatpants and an oversized white sweater that YOU really like, Vox reminds you of a big teddybear, perfect for you to cuddle – which you are doing at the moment.
Hands clutching at your lover's waist, you're seated in his lap, your whole body grouped into a tiny fuzzball of warmth, your head resting on Vox's shoulder; his personal emotional support in the form of the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon. Of course, no loss or victory in boss fights goes without kisses that you're always happy to provide, almost kicking your legs after seeing Vox's sated face each time.
However, in your boyfriend's booth – quite an enclosed and limited space without proper air circulation that tends to become really hot! – you slowly feel freezing, despite wearing your comfy home clothes and enjoying Vox's body warmth through the layers of fabric.
You crawl closer to Vox, tucking your legs beneath yourself, while your whole body nuzzles against Vox on its own, a light shiver rolling along your limbs. As you hide your face in Vox's hot neck, he perks up and turns to you:
'Hm? Babe, are you okay?' His voice is honey-sweet.
'I'm cold...' you murmur into the fair skin, running your hands under Vox's top; your ice cold hands almost make him twitch at how sudden it was.
'Cold?' The man repeats before he presses his lips to your forehead, trying to figure out whether you have a fever or not.
A quick touch doesn't bring any results but the desire to leave a gentle kiss as well, but then Vox takes a pause from the game. He's surprised at how you're cold in the place where he usually sweats his balls off, but doesn't say much.
'Would you like me to grab a blanket?'
'NO,' comes an immediate protest while you grip onto your boyfriend with all your strength, clinging to him like a monkey – you have no desire to let him go. The whole reaction bursts with cuteness overload in Vox's chest, so he chuckles, surrendering to his beloved one.
'Alright fine,' he starts, scooping you into his arms. 'Stay still, love.'Still having you in his lap, Vox pulls back to take his sweater off and put it on you gently.
'Here you go, just like this,' he murmurs, pulling your arms through the sleeves as the sweater cocoons you.
Living with Vox, breathing, eating, and sleeping with Vox is what you do 24/7, so you're used to his presence, his warmth, his scent. But now , strangely, it feels like he's EVERYWHERE, like a cloud surrounding you and filling you with him until there's nothing of your own left.
Immediately, all the chill crawling above your body, disappears. Snug and cosy, you relax in Vox's arms again, inhaling the scent his sweater is soaked with: some spicy perfume, a bit of fruity bodywash, a note of gamer sweat, and something else; something musky, manly, intimate.
The combination of Vox's perfume mixed with his natural body scent has always driven you crazy, so all you do is lean in your seat against Vox's cheat, tugging the sleeves to cover your palms before bringing them closer to your face to inhale more. Not to mention how huge the sweater looks on your frame, and something about the size difference between you and your lover also tickles your brain.
Vox seems to enjoy it as well, getting distracted from the game every here and there to nudge his face forward to your nape – dry lips are barely touching the vertebrae, Vox's hot breath tickling your skin with both anticipation and need. He sniffs you, and he has to fight so hard all the dirty thoughts – something about how your scent mixes with his own, sweet notes dominated by his musky ones, activates his possessive side.
Like an animal marking its territory, he has marked you in his own way simply by putting his sweater on you, and is about to leave another mark, this time more visible.
'You know, being able to smell myself on you is extremely hot,' Vox grazes his fangs on your nape, the sharp whites gently marking the skin. 'I love it so much.'
'You know like no one else how much I love your scent,' You guide Vox's left hand to your waist. 'And you also know that I'm yours, right?'
Vox's grip is caring yet greedy, and his kisses on your nape get too intense.
'Mine,' A kiss. 'And no one else's,' Another kiss. 'Only mine.'
Leaving his game AFK, Vox wraps both arms around your waist, his palms resting on your hips, and you turn to face him, your fingers grabbing Vox's chin to pull him up for a long kiss on the lips.
'How am I supposed to play when you're here on my lap, all so sexy and smelling so good and so mine?' Vox smiles in between the kisses, kneading your thighs like a big cat.
'Not my fault,' you giggle, feeling how hot, in fact, the air has gotten inside the booth.
