#hazbin vox x y/n smut

[redvexillum]

A/N: You thought I was going to leave Sunshine and Vox unresolved after that fiasco? Nah, nah, naw. This is a direct sequel to the story Second Place in Hell. As always, @safination this is for you.

Summary: One last date, one chance to decide if your tangled love with Vox can survive the complicated ties that bind him to Valentino. Under the bright lights of the carnival and the hum of tension, passion and loyalty collide in a night that will change everything. Will your hearts find a way forward, or will the shadows pull you apart?

Tags/Warnings: f!reader, established relationship, break up/make up, oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), p in v, fluff, smut

My Sweet Sunshine Masterlist

You lay upside down on your velvet-soft couch, head dangling over the edge as the seventy-second season of Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What? flickered on the oversized screen. The visuals passed by in a blur, the voices blending into static as your gaze stared through the ceiling.

All this wealth, all this comfort, came from Vox—your former boss, your ex-lover, your mistake. When the two of you got involved, he started showering you with gifts dressed up as company perks, bonuses that made it laughably easy to live in luxury for lifetimes without working another day. Even now, after you told him you were done, after you officially quit, the paychecks kept coming. Regular as ever.

You tried to cut ties. You called accounting. You begged, you demanded, you even threatened to send the checks back. But they always hung up on you, like they were under orders not to speak. So you stopped trying. Let him throw money at a ghost. You told yourself it didn’t matter.

But it did.

Because you still hadn’t thrown away a single thing he gave you. Not even the hundred blue roses he gave you that night. They were arranged in their tall glass vase, perched by your bedroom window like a shrine to something you couldn’t name. One by one, the petals began to curl, to brown, to fall. Every day, the flower got smaller, and you thought, maybe even hoped, that your sadness would fade along with it.

But it didn’t.

The grief stayed as loud and aching as the moment you walked away.

You hadn’t left your apartment in two weeks. The same set of pajamas clung to your body like a second skin. Takeout boxes crowded your kitchen counters. Your hair was a tangled mess. Once, you noticed orange crumbs on your cheek when you looked in the mirror; these were chips you didn't even remember eating. The show had been on a 24-hour loop, reruns rolling one into the next while you barely registered the plot.

Then the logo appeared again, sweeping across the screen in bright, obnoxious colours. Your throat tightened. And just like that, the tears came. 

Again.

You cried the ugly, broken sobs that wracked your body and soaked the couch cushions.

It felt so stupid. You had told yourself a thousand times that you were finished. That he wasn’t good for you. That you had to leave. But none of that made it hurt less. None of that made you miss him any less.

Because when he held you, when he looked at you like he was trying to memorize your soul, it felt real. Even if it was temporary. Even if it was always destined to fall apart.

Yet, a small part of you believed that he meant it in his own way.

You gritted your teeth, dragging your hands over your face to scrub away the tears. No. He was a selfish bastard. He had a choice, and he never picked you. You were done chasing scraps of affection from someone who only knew how to love halfway.

You deserved more. You would find more.

Just… not today.

Today, you would let yourself mourn a little longer. You would eat more junk food, cry over more reruns, and sit among the dying roses like a queen in a crumbling palace of memory. The pain hadn’t left, but neither had your will to survive it.

When the last flower petal fall, you might be ready to stand up again.

“Vox,” Velvette snapped, her voice sharp like glass against stone.

He barely flinched. His eyes remained glued to the screen of his phone, where a grainy live feed showed the crumpled figure of his sunshine curled up on her apartment couch. She hadn’t moved much in days. The drone hovered in place like a ghost, bearing silent witness to her collapse. She cried during the sitcom’s laugh tracks, the soundless tremble of her lips cutting into him like guilt-laced static.

He could barely breathe watching her. Every cell in his body screamed to go to her, to wrap her up in his arms, to beg her to stay, to come back. He needed her more than he needed his next breath.

“VOX!” Velvette’s voice cracked across the room like a whip as she hurled her phone at his head.

He caught it in one hand without looking, his jaw tightening. His eyes slowly lifted from the screen. “What?”

Velvette was livid. She bent forward slightly, her arms pinned to her hips, her red eyes glowing like coals about to catch fire. “If you're done swimming in your own pathetic pity party, I need you to deal with those pathetic rats trying to take a bite out of my models and my business. They’re making moves, and I don’t trust anyone but you to put them back in their place.”

Vox groaned and rolled his head back. “Why not ask Val? Isn't this the kind of thing he gets off on?”

She gawked at him as if he’d suggested handing the keys of Hell to a toddler. “You want me to ask your pissbaby boyfriend to handle a delicate situation with tact and discretion? The same Val who once blew up a fashion house because they spelled his name wrong in a press release?”

Tired and worn thin, he rubbed his eyes and sighed. “Fine. I’ll handle it. Just… let me pencil it in somewhere. Shit. Where’s my assistant?” His voice turned softer, distracted, as his eyes wandered back to the phone and his precious screen. He tapped into the feed again, searching for her. His babydoll. 

His world.

Velvette dropped her hands and let out a groan of frustration. “You know what? Why don’t you two just fuck it out like you always do?”

That made Vox jolt. His head snapped up, confusion painting his expression. “Who? Val?”

“No, idiot. Your assistant. The one you’ve been fucking for five years.” Her voice was dry, unimpressed.

He let out a nervous wheeze, laughing thinly. “What are you even talking about?”

Velvette raised a perfectly arched brow. “Really? You think Val and I don’t know? You’ve been as subtle as a car crash. Everyone at VoxTek knows.”

A chill raced down his spine. It was one thing to risk Val’s wrath in private. But public knowledge? Headlines? Tabloids? The CEO of VoxTek cheating on the infamous Valentino with his personal assistant? The fallout would be catastrophic.

“Val knows?” His voice pitched into a whine, his shoulders tensing. The idea of dealing with one of Val’s explosive tantrums made his head throb.

Velvette scoffed and waved a hand like it was common knowledge. “Of course he does. He was the first to figure it out. But it worked in his favour. You left him alone when he ran off to screw around with his latest playthings. Honestly, this open relationship shit is ancient in Hell. You two just took forever to catch up.”

Vox blinked slowly. His mind struggled to catch up with the avalanche of emotion pressing into his chest. He cared about you. It wasn't casual. It had never been. When he was near you, the noise stopped. When he held you, he felt like he was something better, someone worth touching. Being without you made his skin itch. His productivity tanked. His temper frayed. Everything went wrong.

“So… Val is okay with me favouring my assistant?” His voice was cautious now, every syllable weighed with fear. The word he almost said—love—caught in his throat and burned.

Velvette groaned, tossing her head back like she couldn’t believe how stupid he was being. “You are so painfully dense sometimes.” She narrowed her eyes and stepped closer, the heat of her irritation rolling off her. “Val bitches constantly about how moody you get when he does what he wants. You were jealous, remember? But you got your own little toy now, so he figured it was only fair. As long as you don’t throw the word, love, around, he doesn’t care.”

That hit him like a slap. Before you, it did bother him. Valentino parading around with his conquests used to make Vox sick. But after you… the jealousy faded, replaced with something else. Something deeper. Something that terrified him.

Because this wasn’t just sex. Not anymore.

And Valentino? If he even suspected that what Vox felt for you went beyond lust, beyond control, beyond fun… he would burn everything down.

Including you.

Vox swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the phone still playing your feed. You sat motionless on the couch, eyes blank, a single tear slipping down your cheek.

He clenched his jaw.

“But over the past few years, you two became more like business partners than lovers,” Velvette said, lazily inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. “He gets to screw whoever he wants, as long as your assistant keeps you distracted. It works out for him. Less whining from you, more freedom for him. Win-win.”

“Oh,” Vox breathed, barely able to process her words as his mind began to churn. He leaned back in his seat, eyes flicking rapidly as he ran through years' worth of arguments with you. Every painful fight, every time your voice cracked, asking why he wouldn’t choose you. Why he let Valentino come first. Why he never held your hand in public.

He always said it was complicated, that Hell was watching, that it wasn’t safe. But deep down, the truth was uglier. He needed Valentino. Not for love, but for leverage. Vox had power in spades, but Valentino opened doors, forged connections, cemented their dominance. Without him, Vox would’ve had to claw his way to the top alone.

But now… now maybe he didn’t have to choose.

His fingers twitched, itching to reach for his phone, to see you on that damn security feed again. You looked so small on that couch, tucked in a nest of pillows and grief. He hated himself for letting it go this far.

He stood up suddenly, posture straightening with purpose for the first time in weeks. There was a solution. A way to keep you and stay standing beside Valentino, without sacrificing everything he built.

“Velvette,” he said, voice tight with gratitude and simmering annoyance, “thank you for the information. Though, I would've appreciated it, I don’t know, sometime before my assistant started melting into the couch like a discarded ragdoll.”

His head twitched slightly, a small glitch betraying the surge of emotion behind his words.

Velvette shrugged with maddening nonchalance. Her gaze was glued to her Sinstagram feed. “Not my fault, you’re stupidly slow at reading social cues. I figured you'd already worked it out. You always act like you know everything.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but stopped short. She wasn’t wrong. For all his surveillance and obsessive need to stay ten steps ahead, this had been right in front of him the entire time.

“Hey—where the hell are you going?” Velvette called, irritation creeping into her voice as he turned on his heel.

“To get her back,” he said, determination slicing through every syllable.

She scoffed. “And I’m supposed to care? My problem, Vox,” she said, jabbing a finger toward her chest.

He halted, jaw tightening before spinning back toward his desk. “Fine. I’ll deal with your little fashion war first,” he muttered, dropping into his chair and pulling up data. His fingers flew over the keys, hacking into the rival company's system. His mind easily planned how to bring them down: hurt their brand, mess up their PR feeds, and leak damaging footage. It would be simple.

But even as he laid digital ruin to Velvette’s enemies, he opened a side chat window and sent a message.

He stared at his message, waiting for you to read it, his heart clawing at his ribs. He may not own your soul, but you owned his heart in every devastating, secret way. And even if he could never say it aloud in public, that truth burned hotter than Hell’s fire.

He would get you back if it was the last thing he did.

You should have locked the door. No. You should have packed a bag, left the apartment, and found some cheap hotel where he couldn’t reach you. Somewhere without mirrors, without memories. Somewhere without him.

But you didn’t.

And now, your heart pounded against your ribs, angry and afraid in equal measure. Weeks had passed in silence. Nothing. Not a word. And then out of nowhere, he had texted you.

He was coming tonight.

Why?

You stared at yourself in the mirror, bile rising in your throat. Your reflection made you flinch. Your eyes were hollow, cheeks dull, hair knotted from too many restless nights. You looked like someone who had lost something vital and had tried to pretend it didn’t matter. And then your gaze shifted to the apartment behind you in the mirror’s reflection, and a loud, bitter curse left your lips.

The place was a disaster. Blankets twisted like wreckage across the floor. Dishes stacked in the sink. Old takeout boxes. Forgotten laundry. It looked exactly like what it was. A den of someone grieving something they weren’t allowed to mourn.

You didn’t think. You didn’t even try to tell him off. You just… started moving. You cleaned like you were possessed, vacuuming and scrubbing as if the act itself would erase your shame. Then a hot shower, too hot, scalding even, as if you could scrape off the weeks he had ignored you. You washed your hair twice. You scrubbed behind your ears. You stood naked in the mirror for a moment and hated the way your skin still remembered his touch.

Then came the chaos of choosing what to wear. You tore through your closet in a frenzy, flinging shirts, skirts, and dresses into messy piles on the bed. Nothing looked right. Everything was too much or too little, too obvious or not enough. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that this wasn’t about him—that you were just going for an effortless look. But every glance in the mirror, every outfit change, said otherwise. You were dressing for him. As if the right look might somehow shield your heart from breaking.

In the end, despite all your claims of indifference, you reached for the sexiest lingerie you owned. The g-string was a whisper of lace, soft and sheer, with a delicate little “V” charm dangling at the front—subtle, but unmistakable. It sat low on your hips, practically teasing, hinting at secrets meant only for him. The push-up bra matched in black lace, framing your curves perfectly and giving you just the right lift to feel both confident and dangerously desirable.

For the dress, you chose something soft and bright, something that made your skin glow. A summer dress, pastel yellow, catching the light like sunlight trapped in fabric. White embroidery curled along the hem in delicate loops, brushing against your thighs with every step. The material hugged your figure just right, cinched at the waist and flowing out gently. The thin spaghetti straps rested lightly on your shoulders, letting your collarbones and neckline breathe in the open air.

Warm, inviting, and sweet with a hint of heat underneath, you looked just like the season. And as you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror, your lips parted in a breath you didn’t know you were holding. By five, the apartment was clean. Your hair was curled. Your lips were tinted with colour again. And worst of all, your door was unlocked.

You didn’t even know when you had done it. Somewhere between folding a blanket and tossing a shirt on the bed, you had decided to let him in.

Why? Why had you let him?

You began pacing the floor, hugging your arms tight around yourself. A storm of thoughts battered your brain. Maybe this was your chance to end things officially. You could tell him to stop sending those damn paychecks. You could cut all ties to VoxTek. You could look him in the eye and say goodbye for real.

Yes. That was what you were going to do.

You would be calm. Professional. Cold.

You told yourself he could take his expensive gifts with him. The jewellery, the designer shoes, the stupid limited edition tech that had once made you laugh. He could give them to someone else. Some new, infatuated little soul who hadn’t yet realized how disposable they were.

Then the doorknob turned.

You stopped breathing. Your face smoothed out. You tried to adopt some neutral expression, but the thud of your heart gave you away before he even walked in.

And then he appeared.

Wearing a soft sweater vest and a pair of worn jeans that made him look almost human. In his arms, he carried a bouquet so large it looked absurd. A hundred blue roses.

Your chest ached.

Why had you thought this was a good idea?

You had walked away for a reason. You had walked away and hadn’t once looked back. Because being near him hurt. Because you were weak where he was concerned. Because some part of you still loved him, even after everything.

You thought a few weeks apart would dull it. Make it manageable. Clean the poison from your system. But instead, the ache had only sharpened and the longing grown louder.

“Doll,” he whispered.

That voice. That smile. Lucifer help you.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. But then he stepped forward, dropped the roses like they were unimportant, and wrapped his arms around you.

He held you like he would fall apart without you.

“I want to take you out on a date tonight,” he murmured against your shoulder, his breath warm, his fingers sliding along your spine like he was trying to memorize the shape of you all over again.

You should have pushed him away.

But your hands didn’t listen. Neither did your heart.

“What?” you whispered, blinking like you hadn’t heard him correctly. Your hands were still raised in front of you, suspended midair, like they were waiting for instructions that never came. You didn’t reach for him. You didn’t push him away. You just… froze.

Vox pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze, and grinned with a kind of boyish mischief that made your heart stutter. “Let me take you out on a date,” he said, his voice light, teasing. “How about Voxtek World?”

He waggled his eyebrows, like this was some ordinary moment. Like the two of you hadn’t torn each other apart weeks ago. Like you hadn’t cried into your pillow, gasping out that you were done.

Your mind scrambled for something solid, something real. Everything felt upside down. The sudden shift in him made it hard to find your footing. Instead of the speech you had rehearsed about boundaries and closure, the only thing that came out was, “But that’s… really public.”

You scoffed, arms finally dropping to your sides. “Unless this is just another business dinner in disguise.”

But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t look sheepish or sorry. Instead, he leaned in and kissed you.

And your body betrayed you instantly.

You melted into it without hesitation. His lips were the same. The taste of him, the heat of his electricity, the way he held you like he’d never let go—it all came rushing back like it had never left. You hated how natural it felt. You hated how much you missed it.

“No, sunshine,” he murmured against your lips, brushing them once more with his own, “a real date. Just you and me. Holding hands. Maybe making out under the ferris wheel.”

Then he pulled out his phone and turned it off. A small thing, but one you knew well. He used to do it every time before a proper date, a sign that he was present, that the world could wait. That you were his priority.

Your brows pulled together, the disbelief still refusing to let go. You didn’t understand. None of this made sense. If he was doing this, did that mean he broke things off with Valentino?

No. That would’ve made headlines. The media would’ve exploded.

“I don’t understand,” you said softly, voice barely audible. “What changed?”

He met your gaze without flinching. His eyes, for once, were calm. “I know I can’t give you everything you want, doll,” he said, and his clawed finger traced gently down your cheek, the gesture almost reverent. “But I can give you as much as I’m able. I can try.”

You should have been angry. You should have yelled, demanded more than scraps of affection and broken promises. But instead, you just felt… curious. Suspicious. Hopeful. Everything, all at once.

“What does that even mean?” you asked, voice thin with doubt.

He smiled, slow and soft, and slipped his arms around your waist. “It means our relationship, out in the open. No hiding. No pretending. It’s what you wanted, right?” His voice remained gentle, but there was a flicker of fear behind his eyes. Like he wasn’t sure if it was enough.

You should have shoved him away.

But your heart had been aching without him. The ache was so familiar now, so woven into your daily life, that this—his arms around you, the sound of his voice—felt like coming home. You had missed him. God, you missed him more than you’d ever admit.

Maybe with more time, you could’ve gathered the strength to say no. Maybe. But right now, as he leaned in again, as he searched your eyes for something warm, something forgiving, and whispered, “Please, sunshine?”

Your last wall came crashing down.

The love you thought you’d buried clawed its way to the surface, angry and tender all at once. You hated it. Hated how easily it returned. You wanted to scream, to beg your heart to stop caring.

Instead, you exhaled shakily and said, “One date.”

He froze, clearly unsure if he heard you right.

“You get one date,” you repeated, eyes darting away before he could see the cracks forming again. “To convince me. That you’re willing to take a real risk. To be with me, for real.”

His expression softened with something close to awe. And for just a second, you let yourself believe. Not in forever. But perhaps—just possibly—in tonight.

You didn’t know if he was telling the truth. Part of you wanted to believe that he meant it, that he would finally be open with you in public, finally stop hiding what the two of you had. But doubt crept in, curling tightly in your chest. What if this was just another illusion? Another line? Even so, perhaps it was worth clinging to if he was prepared to make the initial move and if he had the courage to risk everything for a brief moment with you in front of the world's lights and eyes.

“But if you fail, then we’re don—”

You didn’t even get to finish.

His mouth crashed into yours with a force that stole the words from your tongue. His kiss was hot and consuming, lips parting yours with a desperation that bordered on hunger. His tongue swept through the seam of your lips, tasting you, claiming you, stealing every protest you were about to make.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered between kisses, his breath trembling with want, “one date.”

He kissed you again, slow and deep.

“I’ll make sure you’re the happiest when you’re in my arms.”

He said it like a promise. And even though you’d heard those words before, so many times that they should’ve sounded hollow, your heart still fluttered. You melted, just a little, helpless against the warmth of his voice and the tenderness in his touch.

VoxTek World was loud, dazzling, and filled to the brim with sinners. Neon lights lit up the crimson Hellsky, carnival music drifted through the air, and the scent of fried food and artificial cotton candy wafted around you. Everywhere you turned, there was laughter, flashing screens, and animatronic mascots welcoming guests. Vox, naturally, was glowing with pride, chatting with anyone who stopped him, boasting that it was quickly becoming the most visited amusement park in the Pride Ring. He even said it was starting to attract Hellborns from other rings.

You should have rolled your eyes. But instead, you found yourself smiling.

Maybe it was the workaholic in you, the part that had spent three exhausting decades climbing your way through the heart of Voxtek. You weren’t on this project—your time had been swallowed by the demands of Vinder, Vwatch, and VPhone—but you remembered the endless meetings on his calendar. You remembered how he spoke about the park like it was his child. A dream he wanted to breathe life into.

You had almost forgotten that the opening ceremony had been last week. You didn’t watch it. You hadn’t even asked how it went. And now, standing here, you felt a faint, unexpected sadness for having missed it. A strange pang in your chest at the thought of not being there, even though you were no longer his employee. No longer… his anything.

“I would’ve loved to have you by my side,” Vox murmured.

His claws gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and the tenderness in the gesture froze you.

Your eyes widened. “What?” You stiffened and quickly glanced around. There were people everywhere. Sinners were walking past, some glancing your way, others pretending not to. And Vox… he didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t hiding you. He wasn’t keeping his distance.

He was touching you. Guiding you. Treating you like someone important.

“The opening ceremony,” he continued softly, his palm finding its way to your hip as he steered you through the crowd. “You would’ve been beautiful by my side.”

He sounded wistful, and you weren’t sure what to do with that.

“I had Velvette pick a dress for you,” he added, then hesitated. “But… well, I know you left. I didn’t expect you to come.”

Your heart twisted. You weren’t sure if it was guilt or something more complicated.

“The park’s still a work in progress,” he said, trying to brighten his tone as he looked down at you. His hand never left your hip. “But it’s getting there. Just like us, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Everyone was looking. His arm around you, his hand resting comfortably on you as if it had always belonged there and making it clear that you weren’t just some guest. You were someone. You were with Vox.

Your cheeks flushed with heat. You weren’t used to this—the attention, the affection, the public acknowledgment. You had spent so long watching other couples walk by, hand in hand, smiling like the world belonged to them. Now, you were one of them. Or at least pretending to be.

And all the fire you had built up inside you, all the anger and hurt you carried to throw in his face, slowly began to quiet.

Not because everything was fixed.

But because for the first time, it felt like he might actually want to try.

You leaned in closer to him, just a little, barely enough to notice. But even that tiny movement made a difference. His warmth radiated into your body, seeping beneath your skin like sunlight in the cold. Your cheeks were burning, the flush of colour high on your face from the sudden affection, from the way his presence overwhelmed your senses.

“Pretty,” Vox murmured, his voice low, affectionate, almost reverent. “My babydoll.”

He came to a stop in front of the mirror house, pausing at the very first mirror—the only one that reflected your image truthfully before the chaos of distortions inside. The glass caught your reflection perfectly. You saw yourself standing there, tucked into him like you belonged.

And then you saw the eyes. The sinners passing by, stealing glances. Some looked on with curiosity, others with a touch of envy, as if they were seeing something rare and precious. But your attention was pulled downward, to his hand still gripping your hip in a possessive manner.

Then your gaze lifted to your expression, and embarrassment struck like a slap. You looked utterly lovestruck. Your face glowed red, your fingers nervously fidgeting, laced together in front of you like some pathetic blushing virgin. You hated how obvious it was. How vulnerable you looked. How affected.

“You’re perfect in my eyes, sunshine,” Vox said, his voice warm and certain.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

You jolted. Not from the kiss itself, but from where it happened. Out here. In the open. That was the first kiss he’d ever given you in public, and your heart wasn’t prepared for it. Your emotions tangled into a confused storm, eyes stinging with heat, chest tightening. Just weeks ago, you were ready to walk away. To forget him. To reclaim your life and leave all this behind.

And yet… here you were. Basking in his attention. Letting yourself soak in every second of his affection. And you were happy.

 Genuinely, terrifyingly happy.

“Vox, you don’t have to force yourself—”

“Force myself?” he interrupted with a scoff. His grip on your hip tightened, and his gaze sharpened like a blade drawn in the dark. “Babydoll, I’ve had to force myself not to fuck you in the parking lot. Or bend you over this mirror, so everyone here would know exactly who you belong to.”

The heat slammed into your body, pooling low in your belly. You expected something lewd—it was Vox, after all—but not like this. Not here. Not now. In public.

Your eyes widened in alarm, and you hissed under your breath as you glanced around in a panic. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Your voice was sharp, but the blush on your face betrayed you, deep and furious and alive.

Vox only laughed, rich and amused, like your flustered state was his favourite thing in the world. “Just being honest, sweetcheeks,” he said, voice dripping with mischief.

Then his hand slipped lower, bold and deliberate, giving your ass a firm squeeze before settling back on your hips as though nothing happened. “Now,” he purred, “shall we keep this date going?”

You were too stunned to speak. Your thoughts twisted into anxious knots as you simply nodded, letting him lead you along.

But beneath the surface of your flushed skin and racing heart, worry began to spread like a slow, creeping vine.

What if you were pushing him too far? What if this show of affection, this rebellion against the roles he usually played, had consequences? You had seen what happened when things between Vox and Valentino soured. You had seen the cracks in his screen, the dullness in his eyes after one of their fights. He would keep working like nothing happened, but you had seen the wreckage. The broken furniture. The shattered tech. The bruises that never made it to the surface, but you knew were there all the same.

Overlords didn’t maintain their power through kindness. They ruled through dominance, fear, and destruction. And now, for the first time, you were starting to grasp the weight of that power. The danger of it. The cost.

Would Valentino hurt Vox for this?

And if he did… would that be your fault?

A sudden weight pressed against your chest, heavy, and suffocating like wet wool draped around your lungs. The thrill of the date, the joy in his laughter, all of it dimmed beneath the creeping fog of realization. This entire time, all you ever wanted was for him to choose you. Just you. To turn his back on Valentino, to draw a line and say, “This is mine.” But now, as you looked around, that hope felt naive.

Voxtek World stretched around you in every direction, loud and blinding, made from lights, steel, and money. His name was carved into every corner of it, stamped with pride. This place didn’t exist without power. Without territory. Without calculated ambition.

And you had loved that part of him once.

You still did, didn’t you?

That ambition, the endless hunger for more, had drawn you in from the start. You admired it because you were the same. You had your own goals, your climb to make. You fell in love with a man who never stopped reaching higher, and Vox had always been more than a lover. He was your mirror in that way.

However, none of this could have occurred if he had not been perpetually engaging in battles for control, forging alliances, and eliminating threats. If he let go of that power, even for a second, it would all collapse. You knew that. And so did he.

It was complicated. You and him. Always had been.

And maybe that was the problem. You didn’t want complicated. You wanted the good parts. The soft touches. The late-night laughter. The warm glances that said everything without a word. You didn’t want to bear the weight of the rest. The danger. The deals. The damage.

He had told you, again and again, that it wasn’t that simple. That you couldn’t have one half of him and not the other. You understood that now, more clearly than ever. Vox without ambition wasn’t Vox. And if you carved that part out of him, if you asked him to trade it for a quieter life, would you even still love what was left?

You stopped walking.

The joyful screams of riders, the clatter of games, the scent of fried food and sugar all blurred together in a distant haze. None of it reached you. Your eyes stayed locked on Vox as he paused ahead of you, turning back, his expression still bright as he began to describe another attraction. Then he noticed your stillness, and his smile softened. Real. Gentle. Just for you.

And at that moment, your heart spoke louder than your mind ever could.

You didn’t need this date to confirm anything. You already knew. You had always known. Vox wasn’t just someone who passed through your life—he was woven into it. Threaded through your memories, your routines, your quietest moments. You could scream that you were done, you could walk away, but your heart would always follow him, aching.

“I want that toy,” you said, suddenly, voice light and trembling. You pointed toward a nearby booth, needing a distraction, something simple to tether you. It was one of the classic games, glass bottles stacked in a pyramid and a bucket of balls beside them. The prize was a plush, oversized blue shark with a wide, cartoony grin.

It looked just like Vark—Vox’s beloved, ridiculous pet shark, now apparently one of the park mascots.

He grinned and leaned in to kiss your temple, soft and fleeting. “Anything for you, doll,” he said, with a warmth that made your chest ache.

He guided you both toward the booth, his hand never leaving the small of your back. He would get you that toy, no matter how many tries it took. Because that’s who he was. He always tried for you. Even when it wasn’t perfect. Even when it hurt.

And as you watched him step forward to pay, his screen reflecting the neon light, his smile sharp but sincere, you knew the truth.

You were in love with him. Fully. Hopelessly.

But those were dangerous words in Hell. Words that could get people killed when said to the wrong man. Especially one with enemies. Especially one like Vox.

Still, love didn’t always need to be spoken. It could be shown, hinted at, lived out in quiet gestures and stubborn hope. And if that was the only way you could say it, then you wanted to find those ways with him.

You clutched the blue Vark plush against your chest, its goofy grin and soft texture already endearing, and you couldn’t stop smiling. Vox watched you with something warm in his eyes, though he’d never admit to how much your delight meant to him. The carnival lights cast a gentle glow over both of you as you walked away from the game booth, funnel cake in one hand, Vark in the other.

“That thing’s bigger than your torso,” Vox remarked, smirking as you adjusted your grip on the oversized plush. “You really going to carry it around all night?”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I can manage.”

Vox snorted, already pulling out his Vphone. “Or—and hear me out here, dollface—we could send it to your place. Let the VoxTek drone boys handle it. Hands-free experience.” His lips curled around the last words, oozing with sales-pitch charm.

You burst into laughter, half-choking on your joy. “Are you seriously trying to sell me your delivery service like this is a commercial?”

He grinned wider, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “What can I say? I’m always on-brand. Plus, wouldn’t want your arms getting tired before I find something more fun for you to carry.”

You gave him a playful glare and gently smacked his arm with the Vark plush. “You’re impossible.”

“Efficient,” he corrected smugly, tapping a few buttons before you could protest. “Drone’s already on its way. It’ll be at your condo before we’re done with dessert.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the bubbling laugh that escaped you again. “You’re unbelievable.”

The two of you wandered through the park, riding roller coasters and spinning tea cups. You shared sticky carnival snacks, cheered over rigged games, and held hands under the glow of flickering lights. It felt easy, too easy, and you knew the night was slipping by too fast.

Eventually, you’d have to answer him. You’d have to decide whether you could live with the dynamic between him and Valentino, and whether you could be the one waiting quietly in the wings.

“Sunshine,” Vox called, his hand warm around yours as he pulled you toward the Ferris wheel. At the centre of the towering structure glowed a massive blue VoxTek logo, and each gondola was shaped like a glittering V, rimmed with bright lights that pulsed gently against the darkening sky.

You gave him a look, half teasing. “This might be the most shameless branding I’ve ever seen.”

He grinned. “How about we end the night here?” he said, guiding you into one of the gondolas.

Inside, the seats were cushioned, the atmosphere strangely intimate. You didn’t even wait in line.

“The VIP fast pass really is something else,” you mused, glancing out at the crowd still waiting. It was a clever, if ruthless, system. The more you paid, the faster you moved through the park. The highest tier—the black onyx VIP pass—was reserved for Hell’s elite, and it allowed complete access to the park without ever waiting in lines.

“Naturally,” Vox said with a smirk, settling into the gondola.

When the door clicked shut, your eyes widened. The top portion of the walls had turned transparent, revealing a breathtaking view of the park below. Neon lights blinked in every colour, the noise fading into a distant hum.

“We live in the age of subscription, baby,” he added with a wink.

You snorted at that, shaking your head. “Don’t I know it.” But your attention shifted quickly to the view outside, the lights swirling below like glowing confetti.

“Congratulations,” you said softly, your legs brushing his as you sat across from him, your gaze fixed on the towering symbol of everything he had built.

“Sunshine.” His voice was lower now, heavier. You turned your head and met his eyes as he reached for your hand and gently tugged.

Confused, you let him pull you closer until you found yourself straddling his lap.

His hands slid down your back and gripped your ass, kneading the soft flesh with a low groan. His head tilted forward, resting against your shoulder, and for a moment, the only thing that existed was the heat between you and the quiet hum of the Ferris wheel as it climbed higher into the sky.

The moment your eyes met his, you couldn't stop the smirk from curling at the corners of your lips. You leaned over him, the plush seat of the ferris wheel cabin creaking beneath your shifting weight. Warm air hummed around you, filled with the faint scent of fried sweets and ozone, the glow of neon lights flickering across the glass walls like distant stars.

“Really, Vox?” you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady even as a low ache twisted in your stomach. It had been over eight months since either of you had properly touched each other, truly felt each other—and not one night had gone by where you didn’t feel the absence of his body heat in your bed. Still, you feigned nonchalance, letting your voice lilt with mock disinterest. “Maybe you can stop by my place tonight,” you said, the suggestion hanging heavy in the space between you, thick with implication. “I wouldn’t mind keeping you up all night… you did say, I could scream at you all I want.” 

A slow breath escaped him, and then that damn smirk returned—cocky and hungry. “Yeah?” he rasped, his voice lower now, richer. “How about now and later?” His words melted into the air like warm chocolate, just before his hands slid over your hips and dragged you down, pressing your heated core right against the stiff bulge in his pants.

You gasped and opened your eyes wide as your body felt a jolt of electricity. The contact was sharp and intoxicating, your breath catching in your throat. You darted your gaze to the window, seeing the other carts gently swaying in the distance. Some riders were even peeking into yours, curious and unsuspecting. Heat rose to your cheeks as the cart dipped briefly, revealing a full view of the line below, before slowly climbing again. You had one more cycle left before the ride would end.

“Vox,” you hissed under your breath, shooting him a look, “You can’t seriously think you’ll finish less than thirty—”

Before you could finish, the cabin jerked slightly, and then all motion ceased. A loud static crackled overhead, followed by the distorted voice of an announcer.

“We apologize for the inconvenience. Due to unexpected technical issues, the ride is temporarily paused. We’ll resume as soon as the problem is resolved.”

You sat there, blinking, the world momentarily frozen. Then you looked back at him, suspicion dawning as his lips curled into a guilty grin. You followed his gaze to the top of the cart, where the glittering skyline of the amusement park spread beneath you like a map of coloured lights. You were at the very top. Of course, you were.

“Vox…” you narrowed your eyes.

“What?” he replied, voice dripping with faux innocence as he raised a single finger. A faint spark crackled at the tip before he extinguished it with a wink. “Total coincidence.”

“You’re such a—” The words never made it out. Instead, you let your smile twist into something dangerous and playful, a silent promise, as your fingers slid down and worked open the button of his jeans.

The soft scrape of denim parting, the sound of his quickened breath, the thrum of his pulse—it was all delicious. You fished him out, his cock hot and heavy in your hand, throbbing with need. Your thumb dragged slowly across the slick bead at the tip, and Vox groaned, his head falling back with a soft thump against the glass wall behind him.

“Oh, baby…” he breathed, hips twitching at your teasing touch.

You lowered yourself between his spread legs, the cool air brushing against your thighs as your summer dress rode up. You felt the wet cling of your g-string, soaked and doing nothing to hide just how much you wanted this. Wanted him.

Vox widened his stance slightly, anticipation written in every tense line of his body. His cock pulsed, thick and glistening, his eyes locked onto yours like a man starved. Lust shimmered in the air between you, thick and golden, like honey melting under the sun.

And you had no intention of letting this end quickly.

Your lips parted, warm breath ghosting over the flushed head of his cock. You gave him a slow, teasing lick, the tip of your tongue flicking over the sensitive slit before dragging down the veined shaft. It was shameless, deliberate—like the time you'd joked about sucking on that blue, dick-shaped lollipop last Christmas, but now it was him you were tasting, and this time, it was no joke.

A deep, shaky moan escaped his throat, raw and low. His claws tangled in your hair, not yanking, but anchoring himself to reality as his hips gave a slight, involuntary twitch. He was fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth, trembling from restraint.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough and breathless, “I missed this. Missed your mouth.”

You responded by taking him deeper, your lips wrapping around the head and sucking with a wet, deliberate pull. Your tongue swirled underneath as you bobbed slowly, creating obscene, sticky sounds that echoed off the walls of the ferris wheel cart. Saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth, coating him, making everything slick.

Your hand slipped down, cradling his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm. They were hot and full, tight against your skin. Vox hissed through his teeth, claws tightening in your hair, mussing it as he tried not to fall apart too soon.

With a loud, wet pop, you pulled back and met his eyes. Your lips were red and swollen, cheeks flushed with heat. “You’re not going to come that fast, are you, sweetheart?” you teased, your voice thick with challenge.

The moment your words landed, something dark flickered across his face.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed you and threw you across the opposite seat. The entire cart swayed with the sudden motion, groaning slightly from the shift in weight. Your breath caught, but you didn’t hesitate—you spread your legs wide, unabashed, letting him see how soaked you were. Letting him smell the heat radiating off your skin.

He growled low in his throat as he knelt between your thighs. His eyes locked onto the tiny scrap of lace stretched over your pussy, the g-string damp and clinging to your folds. “I was wondering if you were wearing anything when I grabbed your ass earlier,” he said, his voice gravelly with lust.

Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he pressed his face flush against your core, burying himself between your thighs. “Fuck…” he breathed into your skin, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Then, with a sharp snap of his claws, the thin fabric gave way. The sound of your gasp bounced off the glass, and your back arched as his hot, smooth, eager tongue finally touched you. He licked a slow, deliberate path through your folds before plunging his tongue into you.

You moaned, breath hitching as he fucked you with his tongue, curling it inside and tasting every inch. Then his thumb pressed lightly against your clit, swirling and teasing your swollen nub with purpose. You cried out, fingers clawing at the seat beneath you.

“I missed this taste,” he groaned between laps, his words muffled against your drenched cunt.

You could feel the subtle rhythm of his other arm moving, jerking himself off as he devoured you. He took his time, savouring like a feast, moaning praises against your skin. Pleasure built slow and heavy in your belly, your eyes prickling with tears from the intense heat, the endless teasing.

And then, through the hazy fog of lust, you caught movement out the window. A sinner in a nearby cart had their face pressed to the glass, eyes wide, mouth parted. Oh, God! They could see the outline of your body, your head thrown back, your chest heaving.

Luckily, Vox was on the floor. They couldn’t see the filthy, glorious things he was doing between your legs.

As if plucking the thought straight from your mind, he pulled back with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes met yours, knowing, sly, and mischievous, and his lips glistened with your arousal, his tongue flitting out to taste it.

Without a word, he moved you, coaxing your pliant limbs with a confidence that made your breath hitch. The cabin swayed gently as he manoeuvred you into position, the low hum of the Ferris wheel and the occasional creak of metal amplifying the pulse in your ears. The seat’s edge dug lightly into your knees as you bent forward, bracing yourself with trembling hands on the seat in front of you. Your back arched instinctively, hips raised in silent offering.

Your thighs pressed together, seeking friction, and your body trembled with anticipation. You could feel the heat of him behind you; he was tall and commanding, and he fit every curve you showed. His fingers skimmed up the backs of your legs, pausing to squeeze the soft flesh before trailing inward, slow and teasing.

“V-Vox…” you breathed, shivering as his cock slid between your folds, smearing a mixture of your slick and his spit against your wet entrance.

His hands gripped your waist, guiding you as the swollen tip of his cock teased your core, nudging in and out of you in slow, shallow motions. It was maddeningly delicious.

As you opened your mouth to tell him to be quiet and be more discrete because people were still looking, he pushed deeper into you and buried himself with one smooth, firm stroke.

Your mouth dropped open, but no sound came out, only breathless awe. His thick length pressed into every perfect spot, and your body clenched greedily around him.

Your legs trembled, vision swimming from the dizzying pace of his thrusts. Just as your body threatened to collapse, Vox caught you with one arm around your waist. The other slipped beneath your loosened dress, claws gliding up the soft underside of your breast. With a low, dark chuckle, he shoved his hand under your bra, gripping and massaging the plush flesh like it belonged to him.

“Ah, Vox!” you cried, your back arching as his cock slammed into your deepest point, knocking the breath from your lungs.

His claws tugged on your nipple, rolling and twisting the swollen bud while he kept driving into you, each thrust sharp and brutal. Your slick walls fluttered around him, every drag of his cock lighting your nerves on fire.

The cart rocked with every movement, creaking as it swung wildly from side to side. Your hair clung to your sweat-slicked skin, sticking to your face and neck. Tears welled at the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all, but you didn’t try to stop them. You caught sight of the sinner again through the haze of lust. He had his face stuck to the window of the next cart, hoping to get a better look.

You grinned through the chaos, breathless and bold. Let them watch.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Vox groaned, voice rough and desperate, each word rasping past his lips between wet slaps of skin on skin. “You feel so fucking good, so tight and messy for me.”

His grip on your breast tightened, clawed fingers tweaking your nipple hard enough to make you cry out. The pain sharpened the pleasure, sending electric jolts straight down your spine to your aching, soaked pussy.

“Fuck, I need you to scream for me,” he growled in your ear, biting down lightly on your neck. “Let every miserable fuck down there know who this pussy belongs to. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, yours!” you sobbed, throwing your head back, overwhelmed by the relentless rhythm of his cock rearranging your insides.

“Damn right,” he snarled, panting, as he dug his fingers into your hips. “And I’m not even close to done with you, doll.”

He lifted you like you weighed nothing and slammed you back down onto his cock. Your cunt swallowed him whole, slick and twitching, milking him greedily.

“I want you all fucking night,” he huffed, thrusting up into you with enough force to make the cart shake. “Might bend you over the hood of my car in the parking lot. Fuck you right there while the engine’s still hot.”

Each filthy word made your core clench harder around him. The cart smelled of sex, thick, heady, and animalistic. It clung to your skin and his, soaked into the fabric of your clothes, the air itself damp with sweat and arousal.

“Maybe you suck me off while I drive us home,” he whispered against your ear, voice dripping with promise. “Tonight I’ll make you come so hard your legs give out. So hard you can’t talk right for days. All you’ll know is how to scream my name.”

Before you could respond, he shifted, gripping your waist and driving you forward. Your knees hit the seat in front of you, and you gasped, both palms splaying against the glass as he continued to fuck you in earnest. The chill of the window shocked your flushed cheek while your saliva smeared across it, dripping slow and wet down the surface.

Then—slap—his palm cracked against your ass, the sting sharp and sudden. Your breath hitched, but pain melted into pleasure the moment he rammed back inside. Your pussy, raw and hungry, sucked him in like you’d never let him go.

“You like that, huh?” Vox grunted, every word ragged. “You like being fucked like my personal fuck doll?”

All you could do was moan, choked and hoarse, as the pleasure crested higher and higher, tight and trembling at the edge.

“Fucking perfect,” Vox groaned, never slowing, fucking you through every twitch and tremble, like he had every intention of wringing out every last drop of your sanity.

Your scream tore through the cart, raw and trembling, as your body convulsed with an earth-shattering climax. Muscles clenched, nerves aflame, your pussy pulsed around Vox’s cock, holding him tight like it never wanted to let go. You barely registered the creak and lurch of the Ferris wheel starting to move again—time felt irrelevant, lost beneath the weight of pleasure.

Then, with a deep, guttural growl, Vox came with brutal intensity. His hips slammed flush against yours, holding you still as he spilled himself inside, thick and hot, in powerful waves. You could feel him paint every inch of your insides, each pulse of release forcing a gasp from his throat and a whimper from yours.

He stayed buried in you, panting against your skin, his body trembling slightly from the force of it. And when he finally pulled out, slow and careful, you felt everything. A warm, slick fullness slipping free of your swollen cunt, followed by the soft, obscene plop of his cum spilling onto the seat below.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Your limbs were jelly, your mind fogged and distant, adrift in a post-orgasmic haze. Vox smoothed your hair and fixed your dress with unexpected tenderness, but he hardly tried as you remained a mess, dazed, used, and glowing.

When the cart doors opened, and you stepped out with him, your ears barely caught the ambient noise of the amusement park. Voices, music, laughter—background static compared to the ache between your legs and the steady slide of wetness down your thighs. His seed mixed with yours, warm and slick, coating your inner thighs with every step.

Then you saw it.

A small droplet of milky fluid hit the pavement beneath your feet.

“Oh, shit…” you mumbled, staring in disbelief.

Vox glanced down and grinned, wicked and smug. “Sunshine, might want to take an extra day off work before you come back into the office.”

Your head whipped toward him. He looked so calm, so collected, as if he hadn’t just fucked you senseless in a rickety old cart and left you dripping with the evidence.

“I know I gave you enough vacation,” he added casually, draping an arm around your waist, “but I need my sunshine around. Gets too damn dark without you.”

You barely had time to breathe before he pulled you in close, his arms circling you fully in the middle of the walkway, in plain view of everyone. The breeze ghosted between your legs, cool and teasing against your flushed, overstimulated skin, but you only leaned deeper into his embrace.

Because at that moment, it hit you.

You couldn’t walk away from him.

For all his chaos, for all the lust and rough edges, Vox had wrapped himself around you in more ways than one. You saw it in the way he held you now, not just with his arms, but with his presence—possessive, warm, and fiercely yours.

So what if this wasn’t a fairytale romance? You had something real. Something raw and alive. And Vox, for all his twisted tendencies, was trying. He was trying to be more than just an overlord who took what he wanted.

You gave him a sly smirk and leaned in close. “Understood, sir,” you whispered. “I assume that means you’re taking tomorrow off too?”

He grinned, teeth gleaming, eyes filled with heat and something softer. “Baby, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

And he didn’t.

He didn’t change overnight. He didn’t cut Valentino off or turn into someone new. He still answered when Val called—sometimes with a sigh, sometimes with silence—but he always came back to you.

You understood.

Whatever Vox had with Valentino wasn’t simple. There were obligations, entanglements, histories thick as blood and twice as binding. It wasn’t just a matter of walking away. You’d stopped asking him to.

That's why you didn't fight him when his phone rang, and he stood there with that tension in his shoulders that meant he was going to leave. You just looked at him, steady and quiet, and said, “Come back when you can.”

And he did.

Every time.

He didn’t promise he’d stop answering Val. He didn’t pretend the world he lived in wasn’t dark, messy, and far from fair. But he gave you something more honest—his effort. His presence. His trying.

It wasn’t grand or romantic in the traditional sense, but it was real.

It was in the way he brushed your hair back when you were tired. In the way he asked if you’d eaten, or pulled you close when your laughter faded. In how his voice softened when he said your name, even when the rest of the world demanded the hard edge of him.

And you?

You stopped expecting easy. You let go of fairytale endings and leaned into the complicated truth of him.

Because it was never about making him choose between you and the world he couldn’t escape.

It was about choosing each other, again and again, even when it was hard. Even when it hurt a little.

There were still days he had to go. Nights when Valentino's grip pulled him away.

But there were mornings when he stayed. When he reached for you first. When he made time, not excuses.

No, this wasn’t perfect.

But as he curled around you that night, voice low and lips at your temple, you knew…

Whatever came next, you’d figure it out together.

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Vox is upgrading and you get a little impatient waiting.

Vox x FReader

CW: Penis in Vagina sex, fingering, fellatio, somnophilia, dub con at the beginning, erotic electrostimulation.

Upgrading...

Walking into Vox’s screen room as he was late for dinner. 

“Vox? Are you in here?” You call out in the quiet room, he’d told you he’d be upgrading today but should be able to join you for dinner, so when he missed dinner, you naturally went to see if everything was okay, part of you slightly worried, mind racing with doubts and insecurities, maybe he was tired of you... 

When you rounded his large chair, you found your concerns were completely invalid as you see Vox is still mid update. The loading information on his blue screen proof that he wasn’t intentionally staying away from you.  

You’d missed him so much, so without hesitation climbed into his lap, just wanting to be close to him, his body felt much the same as always, firm and warm, he smelled like home, it was comforting. 

Sitting and caressing his defined chest you watch as the percentage ticks up from 36 to 37, this was certainly taking a while.  

Vox of course didn’t respond to your touch, but it did slightly annoy you, you were used to him responding to every little touch and sound from you, as you mused you begin to wonder what else he would or wouldn’t respond to. 

With a devious smile and a kiss to his very warm bezel your hand caresses lower exploring your partners body, muscles twitching as he otherwise remains still, his skin soft under your fingertips, you feel a surge of triumph as the twitch means he can respond. 

38% his screen declares; you begin to slowly undo his belt after looking around. The door was closed, locked and most of his monitor room was powered down, waiting on the master to resume functionality, you categorise in your head to make sure you won’t be caught.  

The sound of the zipper sliding down his fly was deafening in the silent room as your greedy grin split your face, heat already pooling in your lower belly, body responding already recognising it’s desire. 

39%... Slotting your legs either side of his thighs on the chair to give you more room you pull him gently free of the confines of his trousers, his thick heavy cock warm but still very soft. 

40 %... Experimentally you rub the tip of your finger along the soft, familiar shaft... No reaction... Damn. 

41%... You lick your finger this time and place the wet digit on his spongy head, dragging it around teasing the most sensitive part of him, your eyes focused on your actions as you concentrate, your brain excitedly running through what more you could do to get his big cock hard for you. 

42%... Right there, you notice the slightest twitch. So not completely unresponsive in this area either, you think to yourself, not noticing how the upgrade seems to have sped up a little. 

43%... Palming his member feeling the soft warm flesh malleable in your hand, you lean forward to see if kissing his collarbones and neck would help in your plight. 

44%... You have to rest his head back against the chair, tilting his screen back to give you access to his skin as your hand never ceases kneading, trying to tease him into responsiveness... 

45%... You feel his pulse beneath your tongue, teeth and mouth then sucking a bruise right on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, you feel another twitch in response, making you smirk. 

46%... It’s not enough, you huff slightly frustrated, your own sex starting to throb needily in anticipation, slick beginning to ruin your underwear. 

47%... instead with shaking eager hands you reach up, reluctant to part from your hold on his cock for long you unbutton his shirt as fast as you can, tearing a few buttons off in the process, pushing it open sloppily before returning to teasing and rubbing his member, your tongue and mouth now stimulating his nipples, tasting his skin frantically, moaning as how good his body always feels for you, grinding on his thigh as your core pulses feeling so hollow without him. 

48%... Getting slightly frustrated as your efforts garnered nothing, you bite down, teeth sinking into his pec and to your satisfaction feel a bigger twitch in your hand than last time, he always loved it when you bite, you think smugly, but he still remains stubbornly limp to your frustration. 

49%... You sigh, kissing his chest from clavicle to each pectoral, peppering him with love and licks, just enjoying him for a moment before deciding... It’s time to pull out the big guns. 

50%... Without even bothering to get off his lap your hand finds its way under your own skirt, tearing away the wet flimsy lace so you can utilise your best chance. Hiking your skirt up and out the way, exposing yourself in a way that would usually have him blue screen at your brazenness. 

51%... Dripping, and swollen in need, your heat gets positioned right over his stubborn member. 

52%... Your arms wrapped around his neck to support yourself, hands gripping the back of the chair given his current state you know he can’t actually support you and you’d rather not risk it, as the screen would hurt if you lost your balance and dragged him tumbling down on top of you in the process. 

53%... As soon as your burning sopping need makes contact with his warm softness you moan, memories of past experiences with your talented man flitting through your mind making you ache more. 

54%... Your moan increasing in volume as you feel him harden slightly, rutting the semi hard member through your soaked folds, grinding your clit against his pelvis needily with a whine as it gives you some traction, his cock clearly recognising where it belongs too. 

55%... “Come on Vox...” You whine needily, cheeks flushed as you grind wantonly against him, cock sliding deliciously through your folds. 

56%... You feel a slight zap, your clit burning slightly, it makes you moan and twitch, your speed increasing, slick coating him even further as you hump him, but his cock remains at half-mast frustratingly. “Please.” You whimper. 

57%... You find it hard to stop, the feeling of his flesh on yours still so delicious, so instead of giving up on this venture you try one more thing. 

58%... Pulling you top off and flinging both it and your bra to the side you continue grinding against him like you were paid the most handsome sum, practically giving him a lap dance, desperate for him now. 

59%... In reality, your desire for Vox still burns as bright as the first time you’d ever met... Touched... Fucked... Your hips rolling as you moan at the stimulation on your clit as it gets a bit of a zap again from the electrical discharge, making it swell and throb with angry need. 

60%... “Fuck Vox please, I need you... Your Babydoll needs you... Fuck why are you so fucking sexy.” You plead, hoping he would just come to and fuck you, for a moment you swear you saw his hand twitch, but you blinked, and it was as unmoving as ever. 

61%... You moan as you continue rocking your hips whispering pleas against his screen as you kiss areas not busy with his update, not wanting to fuck anything up. 

62%... Your front pressed to his, trying to bring him to full hardness, trying to make his body react through muscle memory, your softness pressed against his hardness, your tits and nipples squashing against him, your body giving way to his just the way he likes.

 

63%... You try for several more minutes begging and praising him as you do, dragging your body against his, your cunt making such sloppy wet sounds as it coats his cock, if her were awake you’d be embarrassed for being so wanton. Rolling your hips and dragging your nipples up and down his chest as you kiss his shoulder, feeling yourself get more and more stimulated, but it’s not enough. 

64%... You try biting him again but no such luck, just another small twitch. 

65%... You get struck with another amazing but awful (in your mind) idea, but the thought of losing your stimulation from his body makes you want to ignore it, it is so difficult to tear yourself from him... But you manage. 

66%... You slide off his lap regretfully, groaning, tears pricking your eyes, you capture the waistband of his trousers as you descend, dragging them down with you so you can part his thighs, which your do, and even mostly flaccid it's still a glorious sight to gaze up at, his blue skin almost luminescent, and he looks utterly sinful all dishevelled with only an unbuttoned shirt to keep any semblance of modesty. 

67%... Licking your lips you take in his musky scent mixed with your arousal, taking in the sight of his half hard soaking wet member appreciatively as a bead or pre-cum glistens on the end... So, something is definitely working, you think gleefully. 

68%... Lapping at his tip making his cock practically jump, tasting both of your combined flavours with a moan you internally celebrate at the biggest reaction yet. You know you’re on the right track. 

69%... Your mouth eagerly envelops his cock, a full explosion of your essence and his salty musk floods your tongue, and you moan, the vibrations cause a pulse of him in your mouth, and you moan as you’re treated to another drop of his pre-cum, greedily devouring it. 

70%... You suck and lap eagerly at his further hardening length with glee, more confident and invested in your endeavour than ever. 

71%... You moan as his newer state of hardness allows him to slide slightly deeper inside your mouth. 

72%... Vox tastes so good your eyes close and you moan around his cock, vibrations running up his shaft as you suckle incessantly for a while, just enjoying the feel of him in your mouth. 

73%... He hardens incrementally more with your tongue lathing and lapping at him on every bob of your head taking him deeper, the lagging weight as he’s still not fully hard weighing heavily on your tongue, its actually quite an addictive feeling bringing him to hardness inside your mouth like this. 

74%... Your fingers wander between your thighs, unable to take any more or to resist as you start rubbing and teasing your swollen throbbing little clit. 

75%... Moaning again at the contact on your clit, making his cock twitch and pulse again in your mouth, treating you to more cum in reward for the provided vibrations. 

76%... Your fingers glide through your own dripping slit, teasing your entrance, suckling fiercely on his cock like a lifeline. 

77%... Working so hard to get him harder, he’s not quite there, you can tell by how he feels in your mouth despite his size already starting to make your jaw ache. 

78%... You finger your flooded hole needily whining at the lack of depth and girth, at the lack of Vox. 

79%... Knowing what you’re doing will bring you what you need, you double down sucking and licking him needily, probably harder than you’d dare if he were fully conscious, but you were starting to hurt you needed him so badly. 

80%... Your fingers matching the pace of your mouth trying to suck the life right back out of him as he uploads more and more of his update, you wouldn’t have been surprised to see the numbers decreasing with the power of your sucks. 

81%... You can’t wait to surprise him with your efforts, knowing how much he’d fucking love to wake up to this, and to hear of your work ethics to get him all ready for you. 

82%... He had once told you it was impossible to get a reaction from his body during these sort of moments, his upgrading time practically freezing his body with the effort of the information rushing through him. 

83%... With the amount suction from your mouth you’re surprised you’re not bruising him already, but you seem unable to stop yourself, or to be more careful of his precious ‘goods’. 

84%... Determined to prove him wrong, smirking as he gets ever harder for you, making you feel so smug, even as your fingers fly in and out of your clenching core. 

85%... Sucking, teasing and moaning you abandon your slit to rub your wet fingers against his balls, one last ditch effort to finish the job so you can get to the main seminar. 

86%... 87%... 88%... Tugging, sucking and moaning, your tits pushed tight between his calves... Working away at him, until finally... 

89%... Success! His throbbing and pulsing size matches exactly how you remember him always feeling in your mouth, jaw sore but you can’t keep the huge smile off your face. 

90%... Moaning in relief and arousal, you indulge yourself by sucking on him a little while longer, just tasting and feeling all the ridges of his cock and moaning as the drops of pre-cum gift you more frequently now. 

91%... Finally, you withdraw, letting his cock out of your mouth rubbing your jaw from the ache as it bobs slightly from the release angle and the throbbing it’s still entertaining you with. 

92%... Wasting no time (in case he goes back down), you re-take your position clumsily straddling his lap, skirt no more than a belt at this point. 

93%... Moaning as his finally rock hard, impressive member slips and slides perfectly through your slick, rubbing yourself down it as the burning need is soothed slightly from the friction. 

94%... Your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan again, considering he’s not even awake the amount your moaned for him already would embarrass you too if he ever knew, his tip lining up with your entrance with ease from how utterly drenched you are, slipping into place and nearly impaling you fully, if you weren’t holding yourself high enough on strained shaking legs that is. 

95%... Groaning in bliss you sink slowly down on his ready throbbing deliciously filling cock. 

96%... Panting as he stretches you so wide your head buries against his chest as you take in his scent, letting the burn of your hole stretching for him be all that fills your senses. 

97%... Recovering enough, you raise your hips, feeling every inch of him sliding back out, torturously slowly. 

98%... You revel in the feeling of his cock spreading you open so wide, teeth buried in his right pec again, paying no mind to the heat from his screen above you nor what it says as you're careful not to hit your head. 

You go to slide back down his cock slowly and gasp as a pair of strong hands grip you hips suddenly and slam you down while rutting up forcefully within you making you cry out in ecstasy as your insides ache and rejoice from the rough treatment his cock driving through your channel and hitting the resistance at the end brutally, as hot breath fans across your neck and ear as his voice finally washes over you, as you whimper and spasm... 

“I hear my Babydoll needs a good fucking... And just couldn’t wait for me to be ready. Well you’re certainly going to enjoy this, right Little Love...? For your efforts...” He thrusts up hard again inside you, his grip on you forcing you up and down on his cock. He fucks up into you praising you as you cry out, he controls all of your movement, fucking you and making you fuck him in turn, forgetting the rest of your body as you cling to him helplessly, his strength already making your mind blank from pleasure. 

“You’re such a good needy little Doll for me... So desperate for my cock... such a needy good little Pet,” the praise rolling off his tongue making your cunt flutter around him already as you clench and nearly cum then and there. 

Panting and gritting his teeth at your sudden tightness he gives another harsh thrust, “Just... For... Me!” Vox bites your neck as you moan almost screaming, your body clenching around his cock with every harsh drag out, trying to keep him buried deep inside you hot wet channel, the wet slapping sound of every slow hard thrust from him as he whispers praise and curses in your ear. 

Vox makes every thrust strong slow and measured to keep you unable to do anything other than what he drives your body to do, and moan of course. 

“How fucking good you feel around my cock Doll, fuck yeah what a way to wake up, your tight little cunt working away at me desperate to cum because nothing else will do.” He growls as you mewl for him. “Fuck you love my cock so much don’t you Babydoll? You fucking love taking it deep in that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

The marks on his chest start increasing as his thrusting makes you bite him with every tantalising bruising thrust, every measured plunge designed to drive you senseless. 

Vox moans and makes his own noises of pleasure as his punishing bite in return causes you to grip his dick so tight he struggles to even make the next thrust. 

“Relax Doll, I’ve got you, your Vox is here.” He croons as you breathe and nod, eyes unfocused, looking up at him to see the same adoring lust filled look in his eyes that you can feel in your own, his smile making your heart skip a beat. 

He presses his lips to yours gently, his thrusting easing up on intensity a little as he deepens the kiss, just enjoying every part of you softly for a moment, his little jolting thrusts, your pulsing gripping hole, his hands gliding over your body, tweaking your nipples, your little whimpers in his mouth. 

His tongue tangled with yours as your nails continue biting into his skin deliciously, both of you just moaning together, you’re able to join in again, gaining just enough lucidity, you start rocking your hips again, his cock sliding back and forth inside you, grinding against every spot as you moan, his hands teasing your tits as your clit rubs on his pelvis deliciously, you starts fucking yourself on him harder, impaling yourself on his hard cock you can't stop moaning with every thrust he indulges you with. 

He breaks the kiss resting his fuzzy warm screen on you with less of a glitch than usual... The new liquid cooling system clearly doing its job. 

“Vox.” You Moan desperately, causing another slight glitch at the sound of your strained exquisite whine. 

Bathing in his blue light, keening and arching your back, you press your tits into his hands more firmly, your own hands coming behind you to grip his knees making you both moan as the angle reveals the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you with every roll of your hips and thrust of his. 

Your stomach bulges out slightly from the angle too and Vox rests one hand right over the top groaning as he feels himself inside you. You sob slightly as you can feel him on both sides of the partition, the intensity overwhelming as his pace increases incrementally, as your heat burns with such an intensity you fear you might black out, your whole-body trembling, so very turned on both of you can only make sounds of pleasure for a time. 

Wet flesh slapping wet flesh, gasps and moans, and hisses filling the air. 

Vox ramps up the tension once more, his thumb rubbing against your needy swollen clit like a balm and a fire all at once, especially when, with a cheeky grin he sends a little zap through his finger, making you cry out and suddenly get thrown over the edge violently. 

His arm winds around your back swiftly as you nearly slip from your precarious perch, your whole body convulses, cunt clenching rhythmically as he speeds up his thrusts, holding you close, fucking into you, the squirting spraying out of your cunt with every pulsation utterly drenching him below the waist and up his stomach, but he doesn’t cease his brutal thrusting, making a mess everywhere in the process. 

Vox presses your limp body against him, cradling you to his chest, arms wrapped around your back holding your body tight, his strong biceps bulging, his thrusts reach such a speed and intensity even in your boneless state all you can do is moan and take him, every thrust ruining you, bringing the heat right back to your core just as only he knows how. 

“Fuck yeah Babydoll, such a good little pet for me, so fucking perfect, as usual... Gonna make you cum one more time, you will won’t you? Just for me pet I know you want to, you’d do anything for my cock wouldn’t you? Even when I can’t give you anything back, that’s how badly My Doll wanted me. Come on love take it. Fuuucck you feel so good on my cock, I’d fucking live like this if you’d let me!” 

Vox babbles desperately into your hair as he fucks and fucks and fucks into you, growling in frustration trying to hold back his own release, he stands up his hips never faltering their pace, fucking up into you as you reflexively wrap your legs around his waist.

Vox uses a bolt of electricity that goes through both of your bodies making you both moan as your sex burns and throbs again, right back to the beginning again, desperately needing to cum, almost like you hadn’t already had such a mind-blowing orgasm, if it wasn’t for the sheer exhaustion and pleasure humming through your veins already that is. 

You find out why the sudden change of scenery as you’re pressed down onto the now reclined and vacant chair, and that does it, he uses his weight as the driving force behind his forceful thrusts now, jamming his cock inside you so forcefully you can’t breathe. 

You whine and moan, so loud his sound receptors ring, oh and such delicious sounds escaping you indeed, he can’t get enough as you twitch and pulse around him once more so rapidly too, his smug grin stretching his face as he observes your utter debauched state, taking his time to appreciate the sight of you so undone. 

“Yes Doll that’s right, do it for me, you know just how to respond to your Master now don’t you, be a good little slut and cum for me again so I can fill up your pretty, tight, perfect little cunt! You want my cock even when I’m not awake, will you can have it in abundance Doll, take it anytime anywhere, as long as you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.” 

He moans biting your collarbone this time when your back arches enough to give his bulky head access, rutting into you with abandon, he pinches your clit with another zap to drive your over the edge once more as you scream his name, your cunt pulsing and spasming. 

The ecstasy is so good... Too good, even as you feel more squirt surge and flood from your intense release and Vox bury his huge cock as deep inside you as possible, bottoming out, balls slapping your arse, you black out, the sight of his screen glitching burned into your retinas. 

Coming round to him still pulsing and gently thrusting inside you, feeling the last vestiges of him flooding inside you, you moan. 

“Ah you’re back” Vox says, looking incredibly smug, “think it was about time you had a turn at that.” 

You can’t help but laugh and it makes him moan, spasm and glitch as it makes you clench around his sensitive cock. 

“Uno reverse” you cackle a little out of it as you somehow manage to taunt yourself, his laughter joining in with yours at the silly joke. 

Pulling out of you for his own insanity while laughing along with you, kissing you soundly, his chuckling soon stops, pride and desire in his eyes as he looks at your flushed messy state, his seed dripping from your well used cunt. 

“Fuck Babydoll, I fucking love you.” Vox whispers against your lips, pressing his screen to your forehead, the warmth not as much as you were used to after a session. 

“I love you too Vox.” 

Peeling off his shirt and wrapping you in it, pulling up his trousers and buttoning them loosely, belt still hanging, he scoops you up in his strong arms, cradling you making you feel so safe and small, ready to take you to give you some well earned pampering, work can suck it for a day, he’d take tomorrow off. His queen has earned his time in spades. 

You both share another slow loving kiss, he uses the opportunity in your distraction to use his disorienting powers to zip you both through the electricity circuits, to his room, so you both don’t get seen in such a state. Giving you a chance to recover from the transport he knows you dislike, with a playful grin he drops you down on the soft bed, you huff a laugh again at his joyful antics, quickly getting over the travel. 

Vox’s mood is clearly very high right now, you shiver as the throbbing ache between your thighs and weakness on your legs reminds you why, you almost moan from the memory alone, you can’t believe he fucked you so good you passed out, you’ll have to be careful of that in the future now, considering he was usually the victim there you can foresee how much he’s going to enjoy making you do that again, and again. 

Vox gives you another soft kiss, his hand cupping your cheeks before he goes to run a bath for you both, returning with two glasses of champagne, you accept your glass with a word of gratitude and sip delicately as he downs his, eyeing you hungrily again, a shiver running up your spine at the predatory look in his eyes. 

“Haven’t you had enough?” You tease almost nervously. 

“Of you my delicate little Flower... Never... I could never get enough of you. Hell, now that I’ve had these upgrades I want to see if we can go all night, I want to test my limits!” Vox says making you shiver as his eyes go hooded and his voice deepens sensually. “And yours.” He growls, nipping at your ear as your whole body erupts in goosebumps. 

“But first...” Vox scoops you up, his voice lighter again, kissing you, he carries you to the bath, waiting for you to discard his shirt so he can place you gently in the warm water, as you sink into the bubbles they make you moan at the relief on your sore and pulled muscles and aching core, you see another flash of hunger on Vox’s face. 

You watch him greedily as he discards the small amount of clothing left on him as your eyes drink in his sexy body, finally getting a chance to appreciate the sight you’d never get tired of seeing. 

He slides into the bathtub behind you, he sits massaging your neck and you feel a twitch behind you, thumping into your back, you moan knowing exactly what it is. 

“Already?” You chuckle. 

“What can I say my pretty little Petal, you’re so fucking sexy.” Vox purrs, two claw tipped fingers tilting your face up to his as he devours your mouth once more, his tongue filling your mouth as you both give as good as you get. 

“Don’t worry Pet, I’ll be more gentle from now on, don’t want to break my Babydoll after all.” Vox smiles, peppering your face with kisses. 

“So, what do you say Love, ready for another round? Think you can handle all of this now?” Vox’s grin is so sharp, so deadly, so enticing, you almost moan just from the sight, his arrogance palpable, you can tell he’s still so absolutely pleased with himself for the state he put you in earlier. 

“How’s a girl to refuse?” You grin in return, trying to match his teasing. 

“Fuck Vox you’re so sexy too you know.” You throw his own words back at him making him kiss you again enthusiastically, his hips jerking up and you feel his cock rub up your spine. 

“I like this upgrade!” 

[tune-on-in-folks]

I will admit I have been conscious for more than 20 hours at this point for various reasons. (I have officially shattered my sleep schedule, not that I had a very consistent one in the first place.) So I apologize for any mistakes in this lol. But the good news is I broke my writer's block, and I'm hoping it stays that way. (At this point it's going to be October 2025 by the time I finish this, but I hope not!) Think of this as a Fourth of July special. *jazz hands*

Also, as a reminder: I have a Ko-fi, shop included! So if you like this fic and want to tip me or even bribe me into writing a part two to this, it's more than welcome! (I wish I could set the minimum payment to less than $5. But alas, I cannot.)

Anyway, without further ado here's prompt 30: Office Sex with Vox.

Tags/warnings: Smut, P in V sex, Fem! Reader, fem! receiving, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, suicide mention, Hell mechanics of respawning, Vox is pining but will never admit to it, soft Vox, assistant reader, reader is implied to have trauma, fireworks in Hell, mention of America. Word Count: 3,644

Weakness was exploited in Hell. That was just the nature of the realm, something that you had always been acutely aware of as a deer-hybrid sinner. There was a lot that others could perceive as weakness, and you weren’t about to let anyone use that against you. Those who were foolish enough to underestimate you, paid dearly. You had been meticulous in ensuring that any perceived weakness was eliminated, concealing yourself behind a carefully crafted mask. Which was precisely how you wound up working for Vox as his assistant. But sometimes your mask cracked.

Another firework exploded outside the window and you flinched violently, clenching your teeth as your body stiffened. It was the fourth of July and for whatever god forsaken reason, sinners were currently setting off fireworks. Fireworks were to be expected in the living world, in America, not in Hell. Though to be fair, by the time you had died there had barely been any difference between America and Hell. But this was ridiculous.

Another explosion sounded causing you to flinch violently, you squeeze your eyes shut, your breath hitching in your throat. Your ears flatten against your head, trying desperately to shut out the noise. You hated your extra sensitive hearing, especially right now. If you had been alive you would have been at home, curled up in bed, and far away from any windows. But unfortunately you were in Hell, and currently working for Vox, which meant you had to suffer through this.

The door to your office banged open causing you to gasp and shoot up in your seat. Your shoulders slump and you sigh when you see that it’s just Vox. He wasn’t even paying attention to you, his eyes trained down on a holographic screen being projected from his wrist. You could see that he was looking at the spreadsheet you had sent him not even ten minutes before. Oh you were fucked.

He says your name sternly, his voice betraying his annoyance, “What the fuck is this shit? You’re my assistant, I expect better than this crap.”

Finally, he looked up at you, his eyes roaming over your tense posture, a frown on his face. He took note of your ears pressed flat against your head, something that reminded him of Alastor. He shook the thought away, dismissing the hologram before he stepped into your office further, shutting the door behind him.

“Um, what is going on with you?” He asks, gesturing to all of you. It was the closest to concern you were going to get from him, at least for now.

It was then that another firework decided to explode, sounding far too close for your liking. You flinch violently, your eyes squeezing shut once more, betraying your fear. That was all the information needed for Vox to understand what was happening. A part of him ached for the fact that you were obviously terrified, needing comfort.

But he had never been particularly good at the emotions thing, so he laughed. “Are you… holy shit! Are you afraid of fireworks? Ha! Oh, fuck, that’s great!”

You open your eyes, glaring daggers at him as he continues to laugh, his voice dripping with condescension. Your eyes land on your stapler, your ears twitching upwards as you consider grabbing it, and launching it at his stupid flatscreen face. You wondered how he’d look with a stapler sized hole punched through his head. You scooch closer to your desk, eyeing the stapler with great interest, your hand twitching with the desire to grab it.

“I’m not afraid.” You say, your voice wavering much to your annoyance. “I just…don’t like fireworks.”

Vox pretended to wipe away a tear as he stepped closer to your desk. He picked up the stapler, tossing it into the air and catching it idly as he regarded you, unknowingly taking away your weapon of choice.

“Yeah, that sounds like bullshit, sweetness.” He deadpanned, setting the stapler down just out of your reach.

You were starting to wonder if he could read your mind and was doing it on purpose, toying with you like always. Your body tensed as another firework exploded. 

You cleared your throat, “I don’t even get why there are fireworks being set off right now.”

He raised an eyebrow, explaining, “It’s the fourth of July.”

You rolled your eyes, your voice dripping with annoyance, “Yeah, I know. But we’re in Hell not America.”

He chuckles, bracing himself against your desk as he leans over you. “And unfortunately for you, sweetheart, most Americans end up in Hell. This just gives those pathetic sinners a sense of normalcy.”

You clench your teeth, a gasp escaping you as a quick succession of fireworks sounded. Your ears flattened against your head again, trying desperately to block out the offending noise. You wanted to argue against what Vox said, but it made a lot of sense, in fact you agreed with him on it. Of course most Americans ended up in Pentagram City.

He grinned, “That, or they just want an excuse to blow shit up, and who can blame them? But you’re terrified of them.”

You glare at him, wishing you had another blunt force object within reach to send through his head. But no, he had to take away the only thing you had. “I’m not afraid of fireworks,” you insist, flinching at another explosion.

At this point, you were wound up so tight you felt like you were going to simultaneously combust. You push to your feet, walking around the desk and past Vox.

“Okay, fuck this shit. I’m going to go jump off the roof, hopefully when I regain consciousness in a few hours all of this will have stopped.” You declare, reaching for the doorknob.

Vox’s face falls, his expression darkening as he reaches to grab ahold of you. He yanks you back against him, “At-ta-ta, not so fast, little dove, you’re my assistant and I need you to do your job.” In reality, the thought of you purposefully harming yourself didn’t sit right with him. Not that he would ever admit that aloud.

You all but pout up at him, your anxiety spiking. “Yeah? And you came up here to complain-” Another firework had you stiffening once more- “about my work… So perhaps you should let me go home, at the very least, so that I can come back tomorrow, and fix it.”

Vox searches your face, his grip on your arm tightening. The last thing he needed was to let you go and have you do something stupid, or worse, have something happen to you while you were in this state. The mere thought had his chest aching. He refused to let that happen.

“Oh absolutely not, sweetness,” he clicks his tongue, turning you in his arms and pushing you towards the door. His hand slid down to rest on your lower back, guiding you insistently. “You aren’t going anywhere except with me, to my office.” His tone was firm, final.

You scoff, opening your mouth to object when a firework exploded right outside the window, causing you to stiffen and press back into Vox’s arms. It was a constant barrage at this point, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to bury your face against his chest and hide. “Okay, fuck!” you whimper, relenting.

Vox smirked, sounding far too smug for your liking, “That’s what I thought.”

You were too exhausted at this point to retort to his sass, so you let him have it. Just this once, you reasoned.

Vox let go of you as you entered his office, stepping around your tense form to sit down. He spreads his legs, patting his thigh, “Come here.”

It was a simple command, one that you weren't about to question, not when he had brought you into his quiet office. You couldn’t hear a single firework in the distance and felt yourself starting to relax. Damn him, he somehow always managed to disarm you. So you carefully perched on his knee, gasping in surprise when he pulled you more firmly against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you flush against his chest, as you were forced to all but straddle his thigh.

“V-vox!” You squeak, blushing furiously as you feel his thigh brush against your crotch.

Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? Holding you so close, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip. His cologne surrounded you, intoxicating and alluring. You glance up at him, catching his gaze. His eyes were dark, holding a complexity that left you feeling breathless. Surely you were reading too much into this?

“You’re fine, sweetheart, just sit back and relax.” He reassures, smirking wickedly as he leans forward to grab his tablet off his desk.

He had to have known exactly what he was doing to you, the bastard. But you weren’t stopping him and you had no intention of doing so. You take a deep breath, trying your best to heed his advice, and calm the racing of your heart. But it was no use when Vox was holding you like this, shifting his thigh to rub against your crotch every now and then. His focus was solely on the tablet perched on his other knee, his fingers swiping over the screen as he worked. You frown, shifting in his lap to get a better view of what he was working on.

It was the spreadsheet you had sent over, the one he had come into your office to complain about. You watch as he easily fixes your numbers without any fuss. Your eye twitches as you realize that he had pitched a fit about the quality of your work for no reason. You didn’t understand why he had felt the need to criticize your work, when he could fix it himself in a matter of moments. You shift back against him, your movement causing his slacks to pull taut across his crotch. You could feel his flaccid cock pressing against your ass and it gave you an idea.

He was currently ignoring you, fixing your work, and occasionally grinding his thigh up against your core teasingly. You were starting to go insane, your body responding to his actions. But two could play at this game, so you shift in his lap, purposely moving your ass against his cock.

Vox bites back a groan as the fabric of his slacks and boxers pull across his soft member, stimulating him. He could ignore the sensation once or twice, but when you continued to shift, it was a losing battle. He flexed his hand against your hip, his claws digging into your soft flesh in warning before retracting again. Still, you didn’t seem to get the hint, shifting yet again, your ass pressing more firmly against his hardening cock. Unbeknownst to him, you were definitely doing it on purpose; Your own form of revenge, mirroring his own teasing actions.

Vox was trying his best to ignore how hard he was getting, his dick tenting his pants obscenely, pressing insistently against your ass. He grits his teeth, his face flickering as his hand tightens around the tablet. A part of him was mortified that he had gotten hard so easily, but with you squirming in his lap, who could blame him? He leans back in his chair, glancing down at you, noticing the smirk on your face. Ah, so that was it, you were doing this on purpose. Trying to tempt him into giving in, into bending you over his desk and fucking you hard, fast, and without mercy. And damn you, but it was working.

He tried to remind himself that he had brought you down here with the sole intent on protecting- helping you calm down, but even he knew that was bullshit. He had been the one who had started this, grinding his thigh against your crotch with the hopes of arousing you. He was tired of dancing around his desire for you, and your averseness to fireworks had just been the perfect excuse he needed to make a move. Perhaps it had been fucked up to use your fear and trust in him for his own gain. But he wasn’t going to apologize, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted, and he wanted you.

He holds you tightly, grinding against your ass as he growls your name. His voice was low with warning, his words a threat and a promise all in one. “If you don't stop moving right now, sweetheart, then I’m going to bend you over this desk, and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.” His balls were heavy, his cock aching to be buried inside your tight heat.

You freeze when you hear Vox’s words, your face heating up. You had already been growing aroused with his teasing movements, but now you were soaked at the thought of him following through, and fucking you senseless. You swallow hard, taking a shuddering breath in, almost forgetting that you needed to breathe. You shift, catching his heated gaze, your hand tentatively coming to rest on his chest. Without thinking, and perhaps foolishly, you leaned in to kiss him, your eyes slipping close.

Vox met you half-way, his hand letting go of the tablet to thread in your hair. The device hit the floor with a clatter, forgotten as he deepened the kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You open your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside to tangle with yours. You use your hand against his chest to balance yourself as you sling your legs over his lap, wrapping your arm around his neck to get more comfortable.

Vox breaks the kiss, pressing the top of his head against yours, the both of you breathing hard. He moves his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “I’m going to fuck you now, little dove.” He whispers, lifting you off his lap as he stands.

Vox sets you down, spins you around, and pushes you down onto his desk. He flips up your skirt, taking in the sight of your soaked panties clinging to your folds. He chuckles, rubbing his fingers over your clothed slit, sliding them down to circle your clit.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet for me.” He murmurs, hooking his fingers around the side of her panties to pull them aside, exposing your slit to the cold air of his office.

He thrusts two fingers into you without warning,  groaning at the sensation of your tight walls squeezing his invading digits. He couldn’t wait until your walls were fluttering around his cock like that. The thought made him shudder, precum dampening his boxers. He works you with quick efficiency, curling his fingers against your g-spot, spreading his fingers to help prepare you for him. His finger finds your clit, rubbing firm circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves as he sped up his ministrations, his fingers pumping in and out of you fast. Your moans were a symphony to his ears, spurring him on. The way you canted your hips back against his hand only encouraged him further, but he had no intention of letting you cum just yet.

Just as you were about to crest over that edge, your legs quivering, Vox pulled his fingers from your dripping heat. You whine at the loss of sensation, your walls clenching around nothing. You look over your shoulder at him, your ears flattening against your head.

“Vox!” You whimper, pouting at him.

He chuckles, bringing his fingers to his mouth, slowly lapping your juices off of them. He was savoring your taste on his tongue, never once looking away from you. “Is there a problem, dove?” He asks, his smirk widening.

You clench your teeth, glancing away from him. “Asshole,” you mutter, your body aching for his touch.

He laughs, palming his aching cock through his slacks. “Oh sweetness, I know you don’t mean that.” He steps closer to you, grinding his hips against yours, relishing in your sweet gasp.

He takes a step back, reaching to undo his slacks and free his throbbing cock. He groans as he wraps his hand around his length, stroking himself a few times. He steps towards you again, swiping the head of his cock through your slick, swirling the tip around your aching clit.

You whimper, bucking back into his touch, a soft, “Please,” falling from your lips.

Vox smirks, positioning himself at your entrance before pressing forward. His cockhead breaches your entrance, his length stretching you open as he slowly sinks into you. He grunts at the sensation of your tight walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing him and drawing him in deeper. He was trying to take his time, to savor the sensation of sinking into your hot cunt for the first time. But it was a struggle not to slam into you and take what he wanted, what he needed. By the time he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against your clit, he was panting.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he mutters, rolling his hips forward, grinding against your cervix, “you feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”

He withdrawals slowly, his length nearly slipping out of you before he thrusts back into you. Vox sets a slow, hard pace, gritting his teeth as he attempts to take his time. But it was a losing battle especially when you started rolling your hips back against his, meeting him for every thrust. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock as he began to fuck into you hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mixing with your wanton moans and his low grunts. You scramble for purchase on his desk, gripping the edge tightly as his relentless pace starts rocking the entire hardwood desk beneath you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, soft whimpers of his name slipping from your mouth as your pleasure rises higher and higher. Your walls spasm around his cock, drawing him in deeper. Vox shifts his hips, his cock bullying into your g-spot with each thrust. You cry out, seeing stars as he reaches around your body to rub tight circles against your clit.

“That’s it, my dove,” he praises, “You take my cock so well. This pussy was made for me, made to be shaped to my cock, and my cock alone.” He sped up, rutting into you as he pressed his chest against your back, nipping at your shoulder.

You can only whimper, your pleasure reaching a fever pitch, the tension in your core tightening. Until finally, it snapped.

“F-fucck! Vox!” You cry out, your walls spasming as you cum hard, your juices flooding around his cock.

Vox groans above you, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your release. “Fuck sweetheart,” he grunts, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold back just a little while longer, not wanting this to end just yet, “I’m so close, baby, going to cum inside you.”

He thrusts deep inside you, grinding against your cervix as his release crashes over him. “Fuck!” He roars, his cock pulsing as he pumps you full of his seed.

He collapses against you, pinning you against his desk as you both fight to regain your breath. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, rocking against you one last time before he slowly pulls from your well fucked hole. He steps back, his knees slightly weak from the intensity of his climax. He watches as his seed leaks out of you, dripping down your legs, and staining the floor beneath you. He felt a primal satisfaction at having marked you as his completely, finally. He reaches forward, collecting his cum on his fingers before pushing it back into your pussy. You were certainly a sight for sore eyes and he knew that he would never grow tired of seeing you like this. His heart fluttered in his chest, his eyes softening with an affection that he refused to acknowledge. Maybe one day, but not yet.

“Well, sweetheart,” He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of you again, “Did I help you relax?”

You laugh breathlessly, slowly pushing up on shaky arms, glancing back at him. “Maybe just a little.”

He rolls his eyes, reaching forward to slide your panties back in place before fixing your skirt. “Don’t be a brat,” he teases, meeting your gaze. “Did I or did I not help you forget about the big scary fireworks?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, annoyed at his insistence that you were scared of fireworks, “oh fuck you, Vox.”

He smirks, grabbing your arm and pulling you flush against him. “I just did, dove. Unless you want a second round?” He wiggled his eyebrows, his smirk turning into a genuine smile when you laugh at his antics.

“Behave,” You warn, standing on your tip toes to press a soft kiss against his mouth.

His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to him, grinding his still semi-hard cock against your lower stomach as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, cupping your face “Why should I, when I can take you upstairs and fuck you again? I promise that the fireworks will be the last thing on your mind.”

You smile, shaking your head. You had already long forgotten about the fireworks, but as long as Vox was convinced he was helping you forget about them, then you’d stay quiet; Especially if it meant he was going to fuck you again.

“Okay,” You relent, pressing a quick kiss to the bezel of his screen. “Lead the way.”

[shlonguru]

Can we get one of Alastor fucking you in his radio booth and broadcasting it to fuck with Vox~ pretty please with a cherry on top💕

God thank you so much for your request and this idea, it really inspired me so much and I might do even more with this cause I find it inherently hot hehe. I'm so happy so many people enjoyed the first part of Alastor x Fem!Reader x Vox and I'm a degenerate so I wrote a second. I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy my fellow degenerates! o/

I would also like to thank @wipmoop for their amazing art cover for this smut! They're truly the best you can check them out !

And with this, I present you, drumroll please :

Alastor X Fem!Reader X Vox 2 - Rematch !

Summary : You're tired of waiting for your rematch and decide to take things into your own hands. Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions ?

Warning : 18+, Smut, dirty talking, oral, oral creampie, creampie, threesome, cum swallowing, praise kink, teasing, overstimulation, rough, cunnilingus, hair pulling, bondage, spanking.

Word Count : 4883 words (Yup, it's worse than the first one.)

After the events of the party Alastor brought you back to the hotel, explaining to Charlie that you might’ve hmm…had more than you could handle. She was delighted at the idea of you residing at the hotel and extended an unlimited invitation to you. You had your own room and actually enjoyed the people there more than you thought you would. You thought you’d give redemption a shot. However, you had been dreaming of your rematch with Vox and Alastor and it occupied most of your daily thoughts, as much as you hated to admit it.

It had been 2 weeks since you moved in and you hadn’t really been seeing Alastor since the party, he was a busy man after all, he was usually very polite when he saw you and would give you a hand kiss or wink at you. You hadn’t seen Vox at all since the party, but it wasn’t too surprising. Slowly, you started realizing that you were okay with what happened being a one-off thing.

This day you had just finished exercises with everyone and was chilling having some tea when Charlie exclaimed: “Oh Alastor is hosting his radio show! We should bring him some tea! Where’s Niffty? She’d be super-fast.” She looked around unable to find her.”

“She was chasing a family of roaches last time I saw her.” You explained drinking your tea. “I can bring him if you want.” You offered, not thinking much of it, but knowing the idea of seeing Alastor brought a slight smile to your face.

“Really?” Asked Charlie with sparks in her eyes. “That is such a selfless act I love it!”

“Is it?” You questioned. She nodded furiously before handing you a tray with a cup of tea, some milk, sugar, and some biscuits on it.

You left the group and started making your way to the radio tower. As you approached it you heard the demon speaking into his mic.

“And that my fellows, is why you should never trust a demon whose name starts with a V. I will return in a moment, enjoy this musical break of electro swing.”

You arrived in front of the door and knocked.

“Come in.” You heard.

You entered the room to find Alastor sitting in front of his station, his legs crossed.

“Oh, Hello Dear!” He exclaimed seeing it was you at the door.

“Hi! Charlie asked me to bring you some tea. How’s your show going?” You smiled as you entered the room. Alastor looked at you intensely as you walked past him, his smile as wide as ever, you could feel his gaze on your body, you were wearing a short red dress hugging your shape and flared at the bottom and a pair of black thigh highs. You sat the tray on the coffee table he had next to him and poured him a cup of tea.

“The show is going as well as it needs to be.” He replied coldly, pausing afterwards. “But more importantly, this dress suits you very well, I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since that night at the party.” He proclaimed calmly.

Your face flushed lightly and he noticed. He hadn’t talked about the party since that night and the simple mention of it sent back embarrassing flashbacks to your mind. Not that you regretted it.

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed. This is more casual though.” You replied, not looking him in the eyes.

“Is it now Dear?” Asked the demon searching for your gaze then looking you from the bottom up.

“I'm glad you like it." You teased then presented the cup in front of him and thought you noticed a quick glance at your cleavage.

This was enough for you to decide that you had done progress at the hotel and that meant you deserved a little reward, and if you were honest with yourself, you had missed Alastor and Vox’s touch since that night, after all, they had given you a night you could never forget as promised. You had been a good girl but now it was time to drop the act.

You lingered giving him a good look. You then asked innocently: “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He took a good look at you, almost as if he was trying to gauge your intentions. “Actually, I do, would you grab me the mic from the shelf over there.”

“Sure!” You replied smiling. You made your way to the shelf and pretended to struggle to grab the mic which fell to the floor and rolled under the shelf. You then got on all fours and bent over trying to grab it, almost exposing your parts. After grabbing it you stood back up and turned around only to be met with Alastor smiling widely, leaning on the counter of his studio.

“Are you doing okay, Dear?” He grinned tauntingly before taking a sip.

“I don’t know, am I? Here’s your mic.” You handed him the mic. He put down his cup of tea and grabbed the mic slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. He then proceeded to pull swiftly on it, bringing you with it as you hadn’t let go yet. Your body ended up pressed against his.

“You know if you had been craving my attention this badly you should have mentioned it sooner.” He exclaimed looking deep into your eyes.

“Did I crave your attention, or did you miss giving it to me?” You asked smugly smirking back.

“Oh, I can give it to you alright.” He smiled wider, his mouth an inch from yours.

“Do it then.” You smiled back, holding the fold of his jacket.

You felt his lips crash onto yours, the both of you dropping the mic simultaneously. He grabbed your hips tightly pulling you into the kiss, kissing you even deeper as he moved one hand behind your neck. He then lowered his hands to your ass before grabbing both of your cheeks tightly, pulling you off the ground, you legs locking around him instinctively. He turned around, still kissing you while holding your weightless body and sat you on the edge of the counter of his studio. He grabbed both of your wrists and laid you on your back, pinning your hands above your head. He then proceeded to kiss down your neck and onto your cleavage.

“Coming here dressed this way was your mistake.” He smirked.

“Debatable.” You smirked back.

He kept both of your hands pinned together with one of his and took a good look of your flushed, panting, and eager body. While scanning down your body he noticed something that made his eyes widen slightly before he went back to looking into your eyes with a devious smile. His second hand travelled down your body making you realize how sensitive you felt already.

“You might not have missed my attention but this part of you certainly has.” His hand then rubbed against your womanhood, making you realize just how soaked you were already as you squirmed.

“Listen Dear,” he looked at you, still rubbing your pussy, “I’m going to let go of your hands, but you may not touch anything but yourself with them.” He then let go of your hands and pussy before bending over you, resting both of his hands on each side of your head.

“Understood?” He menacingly whispered with a very serious grin.

You nodded.

“Good girl. And be sure to make all of hell know how good you’re feeling.” He smiled before removing his jacket which he threw on his couch.

“Wha-“ You were about to question but then saw him casually turn on the mic of his station. The sign [On Air] turning bright red confirming what you thought.

Alastor then proceeded to kneel in front of you and pull you closer, to the edge of the counter, he then ripped your panties in one movement and started digging in.

You immediately felt his tongue dig deep inside of you, earning a loud moan out of you as he spread your walls. The moans kept pouring as he enthusiastically ate you out, alternating between the inside and the outside of your pussy that he was eating like the first meal he’d had in days. He kept moving his tongue in motions that sent jolts up and down your body.

Before you realized, your hands had made their way into Alastor’s hair, pulling slightly as the pleasure intensified. You only noticed when the pleasure stopped. You looked down, confused, and immediately realized your mistake, letting go of his hair, as the tall demon stood back on his feet, looking at you calmly, which somehow made it scarier.

“Didn’t we agree on you touching nothing but yourself? See not only have you not touched yourself, but you’ve also touched me, and I am not part of you, yet.” He said menacingly.

“Sorry…” You muttered.

“Too late Darling, I’m afraid bad girls need to be disciplined.”

You stared at him as you witnessed him calmly removing his bowtie then grabbing both of your wrists once again, this time tying them together, in a very tight fashion.

“Good.” He exclaimed proud of his work.

And with that he resumed eating you out, this time more aggressively. You felt your walls tighten as he attacked them relentlessly, grabbing your thighs with both of his hands. Your moans were getting louder and louder as his name poured continuously out of your mouth until you felt the knot that had been building up break and the orgasm wash over your body, making your legs shake in the process.

“Holy shit…” You blurted, panting hard as you watched Alastor stand up and give you a quick kiss.

“See, you know how to be a good girl.” He whispered in your ear before licking your ear lobe. You felt his throbbing crotch press against yours.

Before any of you could add anything, you saw a glowing blue circle draw itself around the both of you.

“What is th-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt yourself fall down through what had now obviously been a portal. The radio demon fell with you, though in a much classier and composed manner, almost as if he knew it was coming.

You felt yourself land on something soft and looked around. It was a very large bed. Alastor had landed comfortably on his feet next to the bed.

“Took him long enough…” He huffed.

You scanned the room; it was very large and luxurious, like a palace. It was a giant bedroom with huge French windows, and tall wooden doors at its entrance. As soon as you laid your eyes on said doors they opened violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you !?” Yelled the handsome tall demon entering the room. It was a very furious Vox. Seeing him furious made you immediately crave him.

“Well, hello to you too.” Smiled Alastor, still in the same relaxed position.

“Why would you broadcast her for all of hell to listen to? Have you lost your mind?” He screamed unable to compose himself.

“I only did so long enough for you to notice.” He mentioned “And if you were so bothered by it, then maybe you should have noticed sooner.” He smiled wider.

“What a dumbass.” Vox walked past Alastor and arrived in front of you. He smiled for the first time.

“Long time no see y/n !” He leaned in front of you making you blush as you took a good look at his handsome figure.

“Hi Vox! I’ve missed you!” You smiled with your face still flushed from your orgasm. He held your chin up gently.

“Fuck I really missed that hot face of yours, I’m sorry you were stuck with such an ungrateful prick for so long, I knew you should’ve moved into my place instead. You’ve clearly gone way too long without getting some well-deserved action, which would have never happened here by the way.” He said that last part louder on purpose. He looked down for a second. “Dear, you are making my sheets wet already, did you really miss me that much?” He smiled looking at your exposed parts, dripping onto the bed.

“We could have settled on a date to have our rematch instead of you exposing her to every lowlife that would listen.” He turned to Alastor.

“Our dear friend couldn’t wait any longer and well I guess I had to take matters into my own hands.” He said innocently.

“You’re such a piece of shit.” Proclaimed Vox with a wide grin on his face, briefly glitching. “I see you’re unable to try and beat me without a head start you radio bastard.”

“It’s not like I was doing anything you could do anyways, Mr. Flat-screen-no-tongue.” The redhead smirked.

“Oh really?” He glitched lightly. “Sit back, relax and shut the fuck up.”

He turned to you, and away from Alastor.

“Y/n! Time to get that rematch baby! Get your ass on the edge of that bed and spread those legs for me!”

Your body moved on its own at this command, and you managed to sit up at the edge of the bed despite your wrists still tied together and sat with your thighs spread open, revealing your most intimate part which couldn’t lie about how much you wanted this. Vox looked at you intensely, taking in the sight he had missed more than he thought he had and bent over resting one hand on his knee, the other holding the bowtie tying your wrists together with a finger.

“Has someone been a bad girl~?” He teased.

“That’s entirely possible.” You smirked back. You could tell from his face he liked that. He let go of your wrists and grabbed both of your thighs tightly, making you lose your balance and fall back onto the bed. The next instant, you sensed something that felt like a tongue slide inside your pussy. It sent immediate literal jolts up your body, earning a loud moan out of you that surprised even you. You came a little from that but didnt say anything, you moved your head, looking at what was going on down there and saw a big blue tongue, sliding out of Vox’s screen and eating out your deepest parts.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed not knowing what to make of the mix of intense pleasure, surprise and shock you were feeling. A quick glance behind Vox and you saw Alastor roll his eyes unbothered having a cup of tea on the sofa not too far. You didn’t have time to really process anything as the TV demon kept eating you out aggressively, making your orgasm come sooner than you would have expected. You had absolutely no control over how fast it was building up, you just felt it snap and felt yourself come, arching your back embracing the wave of pleasure, grabbing your dress tightly as you did so.

You felt the tongue pull out of you and giving your whole pussy a good lick before Vox stood back up, wiping his face with a satisfied look on his it.

“Fuck you’re so hot when you come.” He blurted trying to keep his composure, but you could already see his member throbbing through his pants.

“Are you done with your ridiculous endeavor? An attempt to prove what exactly?” Exclaimed Alastor in a tone he tried to portray as nonchalant, but everyone else could tell he was ticked off. “Can’t you see she comes so easily you could barely even consider it a challenge.”

That statement pissed you off because as much as you were enjoying yourself you didn’t like being underestimated.

“I had no idea my enjoying myself would make you this insecure?” You responded smirking in your brattiest tone.

“Oh, I like you more and more.” Said Vox raising his brows and smiling at you.

You could swear you noticed an eye twitch on Alastor.

“You brat…clearly if you’re still feeling this confident then we haven’t gone hard enough on you.” He declared with a wicked smile scaring you as much as it turned you on. Alastor teleported onto the bed next to you, grabbed your hair firmly into a ponytail and pulled you further into the large bed, leaving you no choice but to follow him on your knees before pulling your face close to his. Your tied hands were hanging down in front of you as you looked up at the radio demon. “I guess we’ll have to fix that.” He kissed you deeply shoving his tongue in your mouth making your head spin. He pulled away from the kiss for a second.

“Sorry Dear, I am but a terrible spectator.” He went back into the kiss making you dizzy as he pulled down the top of your dress making your breasts bounce out of it. He grabbed one of your tit with his free hand, pinching your nipple and making you whine softly.

"Now you’re going to use all that confidence you were so proud of just seconds ago and you’re going to take it all in.” He let go of you and you fell on all fours, now facing his crotch. You took a good look and immediately noticed how tight his pants looked around his cock, it almost looked painful. With your tied wrists you unzipped his pants, pulling out your reward.

‘Was it this big last time?’ you thought to yourself. A slight look of surprise covering your face for a brief instant.

“Yes, it was.” Replied the radio demon, as if he had read your mind. “You were just too eager to notice.” He finished. You blushed heavily before giving your best shot at taking as much of his member as you could in your mouth, it amounted to about 2/3 of his manhood.

“Not quite, Dear, here, let me give you a hand.” He chuckled before shoving your face down his member, lodging it all the way down your throat. You couldn’t breathe but it still felt good, you pussy was quivering and dripping, and Vox noticed.

“Damn, look at your cunt, don’t worry I gotchu.” You heard Vox who was right behind you and the moment after felt him give your ass a hard spank. That made you moan loudly, and you knew Alastor felt it when you heard a groan coming from him, you looked up only to be met with an intense and serious gaze filled with lust coming from the radio demon. His hands were both in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, enjoying himself.

Vox stood right behind you, and you heard his pants unzip. Immediately after, you felt one of his hands rest on your hips and the tip of his cock rub against your entrance teasingly.

“Have you missed that?” He asked, lust exuding off his tone. After a few seconds of his teasing, you wanted to beg for him to insert it but you mouth was too full for that.

“Come on…” He teased, knowing he put you in an impossible position.

In one motion you pulled your mouth off Alastor’s cock and pleaded loudly. “Vox please I need your cock in me!” You looked at him with a lewd look on your face .

Seeing you in that state made him blush briefly before he composed himself again.

“Fucking finally! You’re so fucking hot!” He groaned loudly pushing all of him inside of you in one go making you scream of pleasure in the process. You immediately felt Alastor grab your hair in the same fashion he had moments ago, pulling your face close and squinting.

“Let’s not get distracted now, shall we?” He demanded sternly.

Vox felt you tighten around him as you heard those words, pulling an involuntary moan out of him.

“You naughty girl, you’re loving this aren’t you?” He spanked roughly you before starting to thrust at a rather fast pace.

“Obviously.” Declared Alastor smiling before shoving your face back onto his cock. He was the one thrusting now, in fact, they both were and soon enough, you felt that coil build up once again in your insides. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the knot snap.

Vox felt you tighten almost uncomfortably around his member as you came. He grabbed both of our ass cheeks tightly.

“That’s right, come for me!” He groaned throwing his head back and fucking you through your climax, holding your ass tightly then spanking it.

You had just finished coming when you felt Alastor pull out of your mouth. You exhaled loudly catching your breath.

“Good job not suffocating, here’s your reward.” Said Alastor grabbing your panting figure, pulling you off Vox and propping you onto his cock as he stood on his knees, you were still panting but it was now intertwined with moans as he effortlessly moved you up and down his member. You moved your tied up wrists over his head, wrapping your arms around his neck and grabbing it gently, you kissed him softly yet longingly as the moans continuously flooded out of your mouth. You felt his member grow thicker inside of you, as expressed by your moans becoming louder. Your kiss was interrupted by the TV overlord who grabbed your chin, turning your face away from the radio demon.

“Now you can’t just give all your holes away so easily my dear.” He said calmly standing bent over next to you.

“My apologies.” You replied looking up into his eyes.

“You’re forgiven.” He added with a smooth voice before you felt his lips meet yours. You were surprised at how soft they felt, and you had just found out he could do such a thing. He probably didn’t do it every day, but he was such a good kisser, you were dazzled by the kiss before he pulled out of it.

“Now open up dove, we’re not done just yet.” He grinned.

He hadn’t finished his sentence that you had opened your mouth, eagerly awaiting him.

“My god you’re such a good little slut.” He laughed not able to contain himself any longer, he pushed himself deep into your mouth and moaned loudly as he did so, you started moving your head swallowing his member to the base each time.

You hadn’t noticed because of how gradual it had been, but Alastor was now moving much faster than how he had started, hitting your deepest parts each time.

“Are you going to come again and prove me right?” Alastor smirked at you, pausing his thrusting for a moment and spanking your ass roughly. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock and stopped moving as he immediately grabbed your head and kept the thrusting going.

“Nuh uh, you can’t stop yet.” The TV demon said as he kept pumping in and out of your mouth.

You looked at Alastor from the corner of your eye.

“What is it sweetheart? The TV got your tongue?” He spanked you again this time harder. Your pussy tightened around him, and he felt it, making his grin widen even more.

You looked at him trying your hardest to stay in control.

“Aww you still think you can decide whether you come or not. How adorable…I guess it’s time I teach you this lesson.” He squinted his eyes challengingly before he spanked you one last time, harder than all the other time, this time immediately grabbing both of your ass cheeks very firmly, not breaking eye contact with you.

“I…” He slammed you against his cock. “…decide…” He slammed harder. “…if…” He slammed even harder, digging his nails into your ass. “…and when…” He slammed hard and you felt yourself dangerously close to the edge. “…you come!” He grinned, slamming one last time harder than you had ever felt him thrust in you and he saw your eyes roll back as your pussy started pulsating around his cock. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock, who pulled out just in time to hear it aloud. You were panting hard, your whole body going limp.

Vox grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together bringing his face close to yours. “You’ll relax soon enough bitch, but we’re not done yet.” He then proceeded to grab you off Alastor and prop you once again on all fours. You were wobbly at best. “Come on are you already exhausted? After all this big talk?” He spanked you now red ass making you whine. You moaned softly and looked at him with pleading eyes. Your legs felt weak from all this thrusting and climaxing, and he could tell. He let out a soft sigh.

“Here. Let me give you a hand.” He grabbed one of your legs and propped it on his shoulder. “Now you’re going to take it like a good girl?” He looked at you his eyes focusing intensely on you.

“Yes, Sir.” You pleaded. As soon as he heard those words coming out of your mouth he felt an irrepressible urge to take you and you felt all of him enter you once more, at this point your pussy being overstimulated felt so sensitive everything felt ten times more intense. You moaned loudly while your tongue hung out of your mouth, and you gripped the sheets tightly as Vox started thrusting more roughly than he previously had.

Alastor, seeing your tongue hanging and your mouth open, took this opportunity to push himself inside your mouth and started thrusting.

“Enjoy your own taste dear, because you’re about to taste me.” He declared with a sadistic gaze on his now flushed face. You loved seeing the evolution of his boldness as lust took over.

“Shit you’re so fucking tight!” Vox thrusted hard, gritting his teeth, and digging his nails into your thigh, pulling it close against his chest as he lost himself in pleasure, his movement becoming more erratic as he glitched and he brought himself closer to the final release, nevertheless, he never failed to hit your G-spot with each thrust. You felt it coming, despite your best efforts, they both felt you tense up more and more. You still did a great job wrapping your tongue around the radio demon’s shaft, you heard his breath get shakier as he maintained composure fucking your mouth, one hand under your chin and the other in your hair.

You felt the knot about to snap as you hear them both declare as one:

“Are you ready?”

They both thrusted deep in you one last time, releasing simultaneously, filling you up from both sides as you came one last time, almost seeing stars at this point.

Alastor let out the closest thing to a moan as he emptied himself directly down your throat tightening around his member, slowly pulling himself out afterwards and enjoying the sight of your dazed expression.

“Good job.” He patted your cheek smiling and slightly panting, much more relaxed than a few moments ago.

Vox pulled out next and you immediately collapsed onto the bed, cum flowing out of you.

“Holy shit you felt so fucking good!” Vox also felt all sorts of dizzy after his orgasm. He quickly got a grip and they both grabbed what was necessary to clean you up, laying you down comfortably after Alastor removed his bowtie from your sore wrists and Vox handed you one of his shirts to wear.

You were fast asleep and woke up probably a few hours later to both of them having tea in the corner of the room.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you can’t talk your way into being better in bed, she literally blacked out after I made her come, that’s how good it was.” Expressed Vox with frustration.

“Maybe that or you were just so boring she fell asleep.” Replied Alastor calmly sipping his tea.

“Fuck off, weren’t you facefucking her as well? Wouldn’t that make you boring by extension?” He proclaimed, anger taking over his tone.

Alastor ignored him. You moved in the bed making it creak and earning their attention.

“Oh, looks like our friend has finally awaken from her great slumber.” Announced the radio demon.

They both arrived by your side as you fully came to.

“Hello beautiful.” Exclaimed Vox, with his usual smile and composure. “How are we doing?”

“Well!” You replied attempting to stretch then realizing how sore your whole body felt. “Never mind.” You added.

They both smiled with a satisfied look on their face, almost as if admiring their work.

“Yeah, you need to rest. Next time try not to bite off more than you can chew sweetheart.” Declared Vox with Alastor nodding approvingly next to him.

“Any idea who performed best this time Dear?” Asked the radio demon.

“I mean, it’s hard to give you an answer when you both do whatever you want at all times.” You said with a hint of frustration. “Maybe if you both stuck to one hole, I would be able to tell.” You added, genuinely trying to recall all the events in the right order.

“Hmm, No.”

“Nope.” They both proclaimed simultaneously.

“We will, however, keep fucking you until you give us an answer.” Gloated Vox with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“I’m afraid it’s the only way.” Added Alastor calmly.

“Fair.” You conceded.

‘Holy shit what did I get myself into…’ You thought to yourself.

“Now, rest my dear, you’re going to need it.” Said Vox still smiling at you before vanishing into electricity out of the room.

“I’ll see you soon Darling.” Declared Alastor before smiling and disappearing into a shadow.

To be continued...

Vox is genuinely so effortless to write. I love how versatile he can be, Alastor on the other hand is rough -.- but once I'm done I can fully appreciate it.

PS : I know Alastor is Aroace and I hope no one takes offense to my work. I genuinely take pleasure in writing smuts and I've been loving his personality that's all.

Peace out ! o/

[jyoongim]

Heyyy, it’s me again, the singer anon. Can I request an Alastor x Reader where she is sent by as a spy by Vox after our fav slithery boy failed? She’s really bubbly and friendly, but she eventually grows to care for everyone in the hotel but Vox owns her soul. She torn in between getting herself killed by him and not betraying anyone anymore, or continuing the job. She goes and confesses to Alastor, breaking down and thinking he’ll kill her, which she thinks would be best so she doesn’t have to betray anyone anymore. Just breaking down in tears telling him she doesn’t want to hurt anyone but Vox has her under a contract, begging him to kill her so she doesn’t have to. Just for Alastor to call her a good girl and ughhhh some possessive smut if you don’t mind? Sorry brain rots in my head and I’m in love with him, lol. Thank you! <3 also the three requests story set off the trigger in my head, loved it! Thanks again! <3!

This been in my inbox for weeks and i finally got a plot for it!

⚠️warning: 18+! Smut smut smut! Plot if you look hard enough!

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No one suspected a thing.

You were sent to the Hazbin Hotel after Sir Pentious miserable attempt.

Your orders were simple: ”Keep an eye out on that old fossil. I want to know why that fucker is sucking up the Lucifer’s daughter”

And you did just that…you were executing your mission flawlessly.

Until you began to care about those who stayed at the hotel.

Until you began to grow closer to the Radio Demon.

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You had been staying at the hotel for a few months now and its been great!

Charlie was always finding new ways to help the residents build bonds and encouraging everyone to do their best.

At first, you were arrogant, playing along until you actually saw the the demons there were actually changing even if they didn’t admit it

But now, you thought of the princess as a friend, along with everyone else.

Especially Alastor.

Now that you’ve been around him, you’re not sure why Vox hate the demon so much.

Alastor was funny, kind (in his own twisted way), and truly looked after the hotel.

A soft smile curled on your lips as you thought about the demon, but the ringing of your phone interrupted such thoughts.

Vox.

You took a deep breath and answered “H-Hello?”

”Tonight’s your chance to take out that prick and after that come home” he demanded.

You blinked “what? B-but Vox…” you bit your lips “But it’s actually nice here. The hotel isn’t a scam…a-and everyone is a lot nicer than we thought ” Vox laughed “Oh baby please! Nice? You actually believe in that redemption crap? You think that they’ll let you stay if they knew why you truly were there? Hahaha! Oh my dumb little girl, how naive you are. ” 

You pouted, a frown on your face “I want to stay”

Vox growled through the phone “ah ah baby you don’t make demands remember?” 

Electrical shocks ran through your body from the collar you wore.

You gasped in pain “I OWN you. Did you forget that? You do whatever I say when I say it. Now I expect you home before morning or I will kill you.”

The phone call ended and you were in tears.

You didn’t want to go back. 

You liked being at the hotel and able to be yourself. 

You liked the friends you had made here.

You would do anything for them, even if you had to die to make your wrongs right.

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“Come in” the voice answered after you knocked on the door. You were sweating as you stood outside of Alastor’s door.

You had decided that if you were going to tell anyone why you were at the hotel, it would be Alastor.

You opened the door and walked into his radio studio.

”Hey Al” you said weakly as the demon spun around and smiled at you “Hello darlin! What do I owe the pleasure?”

You fiddled with your hands.

”I want to tell you why I came to the hotel”

Alastor quirked a eyebrow, smile widening as he gestured for you to take a seat on the couch.

”Do entertain me of your tale my dear”

You were in tears by the time you finished telling Alastor everything.

Of Vox and his plan.

The deal between you and Vox.

The reason you came to the hotel.

Everything.

”I-I’m sorry! So so sorry! I-I just didn’t know what to do!

Kill me! I deserve it! J-Just let me say my goodbyes first. I would rather you kill me than Vox! Please!” You cried, hands covering your face as you sobbed.

Alastor had been quiet for the entirety of your confession. He had half a mind to kill you when you told him of your deal with Vox.

The pesky television didn’t know when to mind his business.

His eyes focused on the collar around your neck.

 You were Vox’s and by contract, he wasn’t allowed to kill you.

And he wasn’t. No he had grown accustom to the pretty demon who seemed to light the hotel’s halls.

However…he could override Vox’s ownership of your soul.

You flinched when you felt a large hand pat the top of your head. You looked up through teary eyes ay Alastor, who just sported a soft smile.

”Now now my dear don’t you worry. I appreciate that you came to and confided in me. What a good girl you are.” His smile stretched as you sniffled, looking at him with glossy eyes.

”Y-Youre not g-gonna k-kill me?” You asked looking down.

He chuckled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, claws finding their way under your chin to make you look at him

He rolled his eyes ”Oooh my dear of course not…” His fingers trailed down your neck, toying with your collar. “But I am in a bit of predicament”

You wiped at your eyes “how so?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would rip you to shreds and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked. You felt your heart stop a little.

He calmed down slightly “however I have another idea to break your deal with Vox” 

He smiled at you as you tilted your head in confusion.

”I know just the thing hehehe”

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You whimpered as you tried to hold yourself up against the force of Alastor’s thrusts. “A-Al!” You whined as the demon tugged your hair to pull your body into his. A deep growl vibrated through you as Alastor sunk into your weeping heat, his cock hitting that soft spot inside you.

“Fuuuucckk!” You hissed, eyes rolling into your skull as your body buzzed with pleasure.

Alastor pulled your body til your back was flushed against his chest, his sharp teeth nipped at your skin before latching on and marking you. You winced as his tongue lapped at the blood, he purred as trailed his tongue up your neck.

”To think Vox had such a sweet cunt all to himself. Ooh darlin you’re wasted on him. But you’ll be a good girl for me wont you? You seem to love having a real cock fucking you” he chortled, giving you a harsh thrust. His hips grinded up into your ass, coaxing your cunt to take every inch over and over.

Your gummy walls tightened around him as you whined at his words. You could barely focus on what he was saying, not giving two shits either as he bullied your insides.

”I-I can be a good girl please please oh fuck! Aah! Aah!” You whined. Alastor’s large hands trailed up your body; kneading, pawing, and squeezing at your supple flesh. Pausing at your bouncing tits to tweak your hardened nipples, sending currents to your abandoned clit.

“I know you will baby” 

He nudges his head into yours, to gain your attention and capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans as one of his hands moves down to toy with your puffy clit.

Your body jerked as he rubbed tight circles on the bud; your cunt fluttering as slick dripped down your thighs.

”Ill make a deal with you darlin” he whispered against your lips, lidded eyes staring into yours, as you mewled, wanting his tongue back down your throat. 

“I keep this little mishap under wraps and in return you belong to me. Youre free to do whatever your heart but im no pushover m,a cherie.”

His thrusts sped up as he pinched your clit.

You keened, pushing your hips back into his, trying to follow the motion of his fingers, seeking to reach your orgasm.

”Do we have a deal?” He purred never breaking his pace.

Your collar let out blue sparks, Vox’s way of ‘reinforcing’ his control over you. You whimpered as the shocks edged you, but Alastor let out a deep growl as he wrapped his claws around the collar.

”Do we have a deal?” A snap of his hips pulled a moan from your throat.

”oh! Yes! Yes! F-fuuuc-cckk”

Static ran through your body causing you to jerk as your orgasm washed over you, your collar fizzled out as Alastor’s cock pounded your cunt, riding your orgasm out.

The wet SQUELCH! Of your cunt echoed as high pitched whines left your throat. 

“That’s a good girl. Cummin all over my cock. Feels better than that robot huh? Yeeesss fuck! Take my cum darlin take it”

Your eyes crossed as your mouth opened in a scream. Alastor crashed his lips on yours, tongue pushing through your lips and pulling you into a heated kiss as he pumped you full of his cum.

Alastor let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, cock coated in creamy essence and smiling as he watched your cunt clench around nothing and dripping cum.

In your dazed state, you faintly heard a snap and a cool sensation coated your neck.

Instead of the sapphire jeweled collar, a gold chained ruby hung from your neck.

Alastor hummed as he rubbed your tired body, smiling wickedly as he slotted back into your soppy heat. You moaned softly as he rolled his hips against you.

”now lets send that mediocre podcast a proper video”

[voxsremotec0ck]

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞.ᐟ

ᯤ Vox x Fem!Reader

ᯤ Stalking, obsessive and possessive behavior, voyeurism, nsfw

˗ˏˋ While Vox monitors Alastor the Hazbin Hotel, he takes an interest in the newest guest ˎˊ˗

Vox could kill Pentious for getting caught before successfully placing a single camera inside the hotel

Now he was stuck just watching the outside of the damn place

He wouldn’t even be doing this if Alastor hadn’t come back to ruin his life

FUCK

Vox once again sat in his monitor room working on multiple projects while keeping an eye on the shitty hotel

When for the first time in months

A new sinner walked up to the tall building and knocked on the door

He didn’t recognize you which instantly put him on edge

Now there was ANOTHER demon he had to monitor

At first you were just another non-Alastor resident to him

But slowly you became something more

You spent a lot of time out on the balcony right in his view

Reading, morning coffee, or just playing on your phone you were almost constantly outside

Which confused him because who the fuck wants to look around at Hell but whatever

At some point he started to pay attention to what books you read and how you liked your coffee

His interest in you got to the point where he stopped caring about what Alastor was doing

All Vox wanted was a chance to see you

Eventually you consumed his every thought

You were just so…

Perfect

He needed to figure out how to get a camera inside your room

Turns out he didn’t even need to do anything because one day you brought one of his products

And that was probably the greatest day of his life because FINALLY he got to see you up close

You were even more beautiful with your eyes peering right into his monitor

Vox took a screenshot and saved it to a private folder

One that would quickly fill up

Now he had unlimited access to anything he wanted to know about you

Search history, social media accounts, what kind of shows you like to watch

He stored all the information away for when he eventually made his move on you

Then one night something magical happened

It was late and you were still up

Which meant Voxs was still up to

As you were scrolling through Hells twitter a clip from a porno popped up on your timeline

And instead of scrolling away you watched it

And Vox watched you watch it

Eventually you clicked on the account and scrolled through the multiple porn clips on it

Skipping any that included Angel Dust because he was your friend and that was just weird

Vox watched you through the camera

He watched as your pupils dilated and your cheeks turn red and your breath become heavy

He was so hard it hurt

And when it became obvious that you were touching yourself, the camera shaking and little noises falling from your lips

He pulled his dick out of his dress pants and stroked himself to your fucked out face

Vox couldn’t give to shits about the porn you were watching

Honestly he wished he could mute it so he could hear you better

But this would have to do

He wanted to see what face you’d make when you came

And so desperately wished he was the one forcing those moans from your throat

One day

One day he would get to pull your legs apart and push his cock inside of you

Making you scream his name loud enough for all of Pride Circle to hear

When you came your head tilted back on a long moan

Your eyes closing with a look of pure bliss

And Vox had never cum so hard

He felt himself glitching as he spilled all over his hand and desk

Fuck

If this is how it felt just fucking his hand to your little moans and pleasured filled face

He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be inside of you

Vox needed to find a way to make you his

The sooner the better

Sigh… I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m attracted to a man with a TV head

[jazzmasternot]

I feel bad for my future husband bc I just know ima be making him dress up as Alastor in bed. Ima be like

“cmon babe put on the red wig and pinstripe suit”

“Yes honey 😔”

[redr0sewrites]

s. sub vox headcanons please…. i need that tv man so bad its not even FUNNY

YESSSS MY INBOX HAS BEEN LITERALLY FLOODED W SUB VOX EVER SINCE I MADE THAT POST HAHA

🥀Cw: smut, dom!reader, marking, overstimulation, praise, degradation

🥀 Pt 2 Sounding Hcs Here

🥀minors dni

this man is a SPOILED switch

vox genuinely thinks hes a dom until he meets you, he's used to being dominant and has probably never tried being a sub

his ego gets in the way a little at first, he thinks it's embarrassing

however, once you begin to ease him into it, he's no longer embarrassed about the fact that hes subbing... hes embarrassed about how much he enjoys it

vox is so bratty, especially in the beginning

he has to trust you a lot to truly submit, and that takes time

he'll be very demanding, he'll try to touch himself without permission, he'll boss you around, he'll directly disobey commands, all in the effort of pissing you off

little does he know that you aren't giving up

PUNISH HIM. vox has a huge humiliation kink, fuck him in front of a mirror or in his monitor room where he can see himself from all anges, its so embarrassing to him and he'll probably short circuit

better yet, video tape it (w consent ofc) and play it for him later to fluster him

vox loves it when you talk dirty, hes def the type to have a voice kink

vox is also the type to be incredibly sensitive imo, and he gets overstimulated veryyyy easily bc of that

the easiest way for to you break down his bratty, bossy layer is to overstimulate him until he's sobbing

he has to really trust you tho

as much as vox likes your degradation, he LOVES youre praise

this man is constantly under stress, and is always hungry for control, so having someone else take it away from him can be very relieving for him

tell him how good he's doing, how good he's making you feel, and his mind goes all fuzzy <3

honestly once you slip into praise vox is practically GONE, he slips into subspace so easily when it comes to the overstimulating pleasure you're providing and combined with the praising? he's done for

vox always wants his hands on you, but he's so touchy and forgets how sharp his nails are, so you often have to restrain him

he likes seeing you covered in scratches tho, and also secretly likes it when you leave hickeys or scratches on his skin. ESPECIALLY when they're visible- it ties in with the humiliation kink ig, but if anyone ever noticed or pointed it out he'd prob cause a blackout with how flustered he'd get

speaking of getting flustered, vox glitches and whimpers when he moans, and his screen will often flush or grow static-y

the lights and electronics often flicker or go out when he cums, and he often cums so hard he glitches out and cuts the wifi (much to val and vels annoyance)

vox likes receiving more than giving, and LOVES blow jobs- it can be a little hard for him to give oral (lmao) but he loves bjs so so so much

theres something so pleasurable about just laying back and doing nothing but whimper and claw at the sheets as you suck him dry, and he cries from pleasure every time

VOX LOVES IT WHEN U SUCK HIM OFF WHILE HES WORKING, BUT HE NEVER ACTUALLY GETS ANY WORK DONE AND SPENDS THE WHOLE TIME SHAKING AND TRYING NOT TO THRUST INTO YOURE MOUTH

vox is also def a squirmer, like he'll shudder and whine over the gentlest touches. y'all also have to change the bedding like eveytime you have sex cuz he literally CLAWS at the sheets and moves around a LOT

simple solution? shibari

he loves/hates being tied up because its soooo humiliating and it gives you complete control

speaking of control, he finds it really hot when you're pissed or acting dominant outside of the bedroom

sometimes (alot of times) he'll try to intentionally piss you off just so you'll fuck him senseless

at the end of long work days, he either wants to be gently praised and taken care of while you both make love or fucked absolutely senseless until he can't even remember why he was upset and can only helplessly babble and whine

vox goes incoherent super easily and it only embarrasses him more that he can't get words out

he def owns a lot (and i mean a LOT) of sex toys and likes it when u use them on him

some nights he just wants to lay back while you try them all out on him

HES INTO SOUNDING AND YES I WILL ELABORATE IF ASKED <333

just the thought of u filling every one of his holes and overstimulating him from every angle makes him horny

he def will want you to use a remote control vibrator during meetings, he gets off on the humiliation

however with all of his baggage w valentino and shit, he def likes being treated sweetly too

some days he needs to get out of his head and be forced into submission and put into place, but others he needs to be pampered and praised and treated like glass

vox is much more emotional on these days and is a lot more clingy during these softer sessions

talk him through his orgasm, he'll probably start crying and let out the prettiest whimpers- he just cant help it, you make him feel so good :(

overall, he can be both super bratty and super submissive at the same time and is one kinky mf

humiliation is absolutely his biggest kink, followed in no particular order by bondage, a voice kink, praise, marking/claiming, DRY HUMPING (again i will absolutely elaborate if asked... hehe), and being put in his place

YALLLLLL IK THIS IS SO SHORT BUT I HAVE LIKE 6 OTHER SUB VOX REQS IN MY INBOX RN WHERE I WILL DEF BE GOING INTO MORE DETAILED SCENARIOS HEHE I LOVE HIMMMMM!!! I'LL PROB DO MORE IN DEPTH LIKE GENERAL HCS FOR HIM SOON WITH HIS DOM SIDE AS WELL CUZ THIS MANS THE WORLDS BIGGEST SWITCH- ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYEDDDD FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS >:D

UPDATE: ELABORATION (basically pt 2 w sounding hcs) HERE

[pastelclovds]

vox fs glitches when he’s overstimulated. the way ik he would be bluescreening and flicking between that one colors loading screen and error messages when he’s coming 🤭

(he’s a literal tv why is he hot)

when you’re making his back arch in a way he’s never before as well as making his speech glitch, you know you’re doing your job right. while he’s on cloud nine, his body will give you little zaps of pleasurable electricity. his little antennas are sensitive as well, if you’re playing with them while the waves of climax are overcoming him, he will babble thanks and praises to you while his claws ruin your back.

(his design and patheticness have me bewitched as well 😔💙📺)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

─ ★Cockwarming Vox, he told you that he was busy. That he'll "be with ya later babe", he had important things to deal with. Like that asshole Valentino couldn't handle his own shit, no fuck that? Of Vox wanted to play his little games, well you can play em too. So what did you do? You picked one of the play rooms, one where you knew held his camera's and thats where you set your little plan in motion.

It was so easy too, you were already worked up from the events that happened earlier. Your fingers gracing your thighs, teasing yourself. You knew he had to be watching and if he wasn't well at least you would still be satisfied but of course that didn't last long. A arm gripping your wrist, something tugging your legs open. Vox's cock brushing your entrance until he slammed in.

Soon he was thrusting, deep grows escaping him as he told you how dirty you were, that he was going to punish you. You didn't care, you got what you wanted.

And now here you were, sitting in Vox's lap as the demon looked over the monitors. His cock stretching you, buried deep within your pussy. You weren't sure what orgasm you were on, you were to distracted by the buzzing hitting your clit as Vox lent further into his seat.

"You look so fucking hot, Ya know Val asked me to up load our little movies but nah fuck ya. These tits, this pussy is all for me."

A/n: Enjoy

[redvexillum]

Snapshots of Sunshine and Vox as they both navigate how to love and be with each other even in the depths of Hell. This series is posted on AO3 so click HERE if you want to read them there! 🥰

⋆˙⟡ — I. Mandatory Overtime

Rating 18+ || MDNI Your boss is a class-A hole, and you had envisioned tormenting him for all the overtime he was forcing you to work. Truly, he was ensuring that your time in Hell was...Hell. Perhaps it was you burning out, but you had a very vivid, steamy dream of your boss....At least, you were pretty sure it was a dream.

⋆˙⟡ — II. S♡X TOYS

Rating 18+ || MDNI Vox started to treat sex as part of his "to-do list." Unimpressed, you boo-ed him mid-fuck.

⋆˙⟡ — III. F♡CK MACHINE

Rating 18+ || MDNI Vox decides to introduce a new toy for you to use for his viewing pleasures.

⋆˙⟡ — IV. One Moment

Rating 18+ || MDNI You and Vox shared a tangled, messy relationship—one where Valentino always seemed to cast his shadow over you both. You understood why he had to be part of the picture, but that didn’t stop you from yearning for the impossible. You wanted Vox to choose you.

⋆˙⟡ — V. Cooling Period

Rating 18+ || MDNI You didn’t mind that Vox spent the last two Christmases with Valentino—it’s not like you were upset or anything. But this year, you’ve discovered something sweeter than holiday cheer: lollipops. And judging by the way Vox can’t take his eyes off you, they’re even better when used to stir up a little mischief.

⋆˙⟡ — VI. Shallow

Caught in a toxic power play on New Year’s Eve, Vox sacrifices his heart for the sake of image and control, sharing a public kiss with Valentino while the one person he truly longs for walks away.

⋆˙⟡ — VII. Second Place in Hell

Caught in a cycle of passion, manipulation, and aching hope, you make a decision that will change everything. As fireworks light up the sky, you finally decided to leave the man who could never love you out loud.

⋆˙⟡ — VIII. One Last Ride

Rating 18+ || MDNI One last date, one chance to decide if your tangled love with Vox can survive the complicated ties that bind him to Valentino. Under the bright lights of the carnival and the hum of tension, passion and loyalty collide in a night that will change everything. Will your hearts find a way forward, or will the shadows pull you apart?

⋆˙⟡ — XI. Choose Me

Rating 18+ || MDNI You never imagined Vox would choose you, so when he surprised you by saying he’d spend both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with you, it left you speechless. Determined to make this a day to remember, you set aside any lingering doubts and focused on what truly mattered—the chance to share special moments with him. This Christmas would be different, a fresh start filled with joy, laughter, and unforgettable memories.

⋆˙⟡ — X. Status Gap

Rating 18+ || MDNI You and Vox had just started to explore a serious relationship, or so you believed—until one explosive fight left you both locked in a silent war, fuelled by stubborn pride. Days stretched by as neither of you made a move to reconcile, leaving you heartbroken yet determined to finally let go and move forward. But just as you began to find your footing without him, Vox made it clear he wasn’t about to let you slip away that easily.

⋆˙⟡ — XI. Anniversary

Rating 18+ || MDNI As desire and vulnerability intertwine, you realize your connection is far more than fleeting lust. With confessions of love, you embrace a deeper bond, choosing Vox again and again.

[voxslays]

APOPLECTIC

TLDR >>> Vox x Reader; When Vox’s anger gets so pent up, he needs a sweet release in the form of something…or someone… Warnings >>> AFAB! Reader, Kinda dub-con?? (but readers kinda into it), Doggy style, P in V, heavy smut, angry sex, Valentino, kitchen sex.

Vox was fuming. For a man that prided himself on being perfection and always being composed, he got angry quite often. It was usually Valentino who caused those outbursts, but the way he stormed into the apartment throwing empty vases on the ground and nearly destroying everything in his path? It couldn’t have been Val. There was only one person who could’ve caused your fiancée to get so worked up, and that person was Alastor.

“Vox?” You call out gently. Vox whirled around, his piercing gaze locking onto you instantly. His posture was rigid, fingers clenched tightly around a shattered fragment of porcelain. He tossed the piece aside dismissively, the sharp clang echoing in the suddenly still room. You quickly got up and set your phone down gently on the couch, rushing over to him. “What happened?”

Vox's eyes flashed dangerously as he faced you, his breath coming in sharp, agitated bursts. He was a tower of barely-contained fury, each word bitten off like a curse. "That old-timey prick!” He said lowly. “Alastor!” He nearly screamed. “Vox!” You pleaded. “Calm down.” His eyes flickered to yours, the darkening blhe glow of his screen seemingly intensifying with his wrath. Vox took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but the way his screen glitched betrayed him. "He-" His voice cracked with barely-contained rage.

“Vox.” You gently rubbed the side of his arms. “How can I make you feel better?” You ask, your intentions innocent. Maybe you could watch one of the movies on voxflix to wind down? You look your lover in the eye. But Vox seemed to see your innocent actions as something else. Something much more…sinful.

As you rubbed his arms soothingly, he looked at you with those glowing red eyes, his mind racing with anger and something else he didn't want to acknowledge. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Counter, now." Vox growls lowly. “What?” You ask, bewildered. His fingers dig slightly into your waist, like a shark spying its prey. “I don’t want to repeat myself, babydoll.”

You look to the counter behind you and slowly walk backwards towards it, your eyes on Vox’s screen. He follows your retreat with predatory strides. As your back hits the cool granite countertop, he presses against you deliberately, the cold emanating from his external fans are cool against your clothes. His hand grips the edge of the counter beside your hip, effectively trapping you.

“Vox?” You gasp. A low, warning growl escapes through his speakers. His other hand moves to your throat, not applying pressure but making it clear who's in control. Him. "Are you going to keep talking, doll?" His fingers trace down your collarbone. “No.” You say quietly. Vox smirks, a predatory glint in his hypnotic glowing eyes. "Good girl." He almost purrs, voice dripping with satisfaction.

Just then, Vox pulls you in for a bruising kiss, his teeth biting your lip, forcing you to open up. You can feel his cold blue tongue sliding effortlessly into your mouth, as though he wants to explore every cavern and crevice. One hand moves to grip your hair possessively his cold chest presses firmly against yours, the feel of his silky white dress shirt and vest against you are a nice comparison to the freezing temperatures needed to keep his monitors cool.

Vox harshly pins you against the counter, the need to release his frustration and anger into something…or someone…too strong. He quickly removes your shirt and bottoms, leaving you in nothing but your pretty blue lingerie. Vox takes a moment to admire his handiwork, his glowing red eyes roaming over your form appreciatively before he reaches out and grabs the delicate straps of your lingerie, tearing them away with a harsh tug. "Fuck." He groans.

You whimper from the cold of the air as Vox moves his hands up and down your waist. Vox pauses, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Cold, babydoll?" You slightly shiver from his touch. “What do you think?” You tease boldly. Vox's smirk widens, his cold fingers finding your nipples and pinching them harshly, the sudden sensation making you gasp. "I think I need to warm you up, doll." He practically snarls, his voice dripping with sadistic intent. "And I know just the thing."

You are suddenly forced to bend over the counter, leaving you completely exposed. Vox uses one of his large clawed hands to keep you from moving. From behind, you can hear Vox grunt, and then the sound of a zipper.

Without warning, Vox slams into you, his cold shaft piercing you deeply. He starts thrusting violently, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm as he releases all his pent-up frustration and anger into you. His hand tightens in your hair, yanking your head back. "Fuck!" You let out a deep moan at the feeling of him inside you, rubbing against your gummy walls. Vox snarls, his claws digging into your side to hold you down as he pounds into you harder, his hips slamming into your backside with brutal force.

"You like that, sweetheart?" You don’t need to answer, your little cries of pure ecstasy answer for you. Plus, you can barely form a coherent thought from the way his fat cock impales you. “It’s t-too big f’me Vox!” You whine. Vox grins wickedly, his eyes glowing brighter as he hears your moans. “You will.” He leans down, his cold breath ghosting over your ear. "You're so fucking tight, doll.”

Vox continues his relentless assault, every thrust eliciting a sharp gasp or moan from your lips. His blue screen gleams under the harsh kitchen lights as he moves, the predatory rhythm never slowing. Suddenly, he pulls out, spinning you around to face him in one swift motion. Vox grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto the counter, spreading your legs wide. Without a word, he slams back inside you, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper.

“ngh! Vox!” You scream his name in pleasure, nearly loud enough for the other Vees, only a floor down to hear. Vox growls, he can feel his screen starting to heat up, the blue glow becoming brighter as he gets closer to releasing. He wraps his clawed hands around your waist possessively. “Vox.” You cry out. “I’m so close!” His thrusts become more erratic, harder, as his cold body begins to tremble against your heat. "Come for me, doll." He growls, one hand moving to firmly press against your clit while continuing to pound into you.

"Come all over my fucking cock." And you do. You scream out his name as he continues—now chasing his own release. As you convulse around him, Vox moans, his glowing eyes locking onto yours as he finally finds his release, filling you with his hot, glowing cum. He holds you there, impaled on the counter, his body shuddering against yours. Suddenly, Vox blue screens and the power suddenly cuts out—and everything around you goes black.

On Vox’s screen is an error message. “Error 101: Vox.exe is unavailable.” You sit there for a moment, taking a few shallow puffs of air, trying to catch your breath. Still buried deep inside you, Vox's chest rises and falls rapidly, his screens flickering as he recovers and comes back online. A smug grin spreads across his face as he notices your flushed, panting state. "Looks like someone enjoyed the workout, doll."

You laugh softly, before being interrupted by a loud “VOX!” yelled by someone from the floor below you—most likely being Velvette. You watch Vox as his eyes roll, and he groans, his head thunking against your shoulder. He knows that tone all too well…

“You’d better go fix the power before she hangs your head on the wall.” You joke, lightheartedly. Vox chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. He presses a quick, cold kiss to your lips before carefully pulling out and setting you back on your feet. He grabs his pants and starts pulling them on, his screens flickering back to their usual blue as he gets dressed. “Stay like that doll.” He motions to your bare body. “When I get back, round two.” He says, before walking out of the penthouse doors. You were in for a long, restless night.

Also….HOLY CRAP?? IM ALMOST AT 700 FOLLOWERS??? Ty guys so much for supporting my writing journey. I plan to stick around and bring you many more Hazbin fics until at least season 2 releases, and likely after that. I hope you have enjoyed reading my fics almost as much as I enjoyed writing them. <3

[kaylopolis]

Alastor's Shadow (18+) Masterlist

Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months sooner than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. Afterall, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plans brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down, but also challenge your grab for power… 

Tags: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut 

Author note: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, but I was just so inspired and wanted to post it somewhere after writing like +67K words (and counting). So here goes nothing I guess?

Warnings: Minors DNI! 18+! May contain disturbing, gruesome, and graphic sexual scenes. Graphic violence. Blood. Obsession. Mentions of abuse. Mentions of substance abuse. Trigger warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter. 

“Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent than the one derived from fear…” 

- Mahatma Gandhi

-> Chapter One - The Commercial

-> Chapter Two - Breakfast

-> Chapter Three - Care for a Drink? Spice 🔥

-> Chapter Four - The Meeting

-> Chapter Five - Night's Mistress Smut 💦

-> Chapter Six - A Stroll Spice 🔥

-> Chapter Seven - Forget Me Knot Smut 💦

-> Chapter Eight - The Headliner Spice🔥

-> Chapter Nine - A Black Suit Spice🔥

-> Chapter Ten - Cute Smut 💦

-> Chapter Eleven - Lucifer's Visit

-> Chapter Twelve - The Kidnapping

-> Chapter Thirteen - The Truth

-> Chapter Fourteen - Picking a Fight Smut 💦

—> A message to the readers

-> Chapter Fifteen - Heaven's Worst Kept Secret Smut 💦

-> Chapter Sixteen - Let’s Kill God Smut 💦

-> Chapter Seventeen - The Countdown Cuteness ❤️

Alternative Endings:

My Fawn & My Shadow:

-> Chapter Eighteen - The Endgame

-> Epilogue

Paris

-> Chapter Eighteen - The Endgame

-> Epilogue

->Afterword

[voxsremotec0ck]

𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞.ᐟ

ᯤ Vox x Fem!Reader

ᯤ NSFW, cockwarming, dom!Vox, mean!Vox, spanking, claws, riding, overstim

wc - 1k

˗ˏˋ Vox has a long day of work ahead of him and he knows just the thing to make it bearable ˎˊ˗

Today was going to be a long fucking day in his monitor room. He has to prepare next week’s broadcasts, look over blueprints for new products; basically anything you could think of Vox needed to do.

It also didn’t help that last night, Valentino went on another rampage, complaining about something Angeldust said to him at a club.

So to say the Tech Overlord was stressed and very much not looking forward to today was an understatement.

At least, he wasn’t until he got a brilliant idea.

And that brilliant idea of Vox’s is what led you here, straddling his lap completely naked with his cock buried inside of you.

You weren’t allowed to move, not until he finished all of his work. No, you were just meant to keep him company, keep him warm, and keep him entertained.

It was so hard to sit still with him, stuffing you full, tip just kissing your cervix. Especially when Vox would bring his hand to your back, gently running the tips of his claws along your spine and making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

You clung to his suit jacket to ground yourself. Your eyes were glued to the floor, watching his sharks swim around under the thick glass as a distraction. But the throbbing between your legs just got worse as time passed.

Just sitting here felt like torture.

All you wanted was for him to at least let you roll your hips, even slowly. Feel his hard dick move inside of you and drag across your sweet spot.

You didn’t even realize you had started moving until a loud smack filled the room, and your ass-cheek began to sting.

“W̵̦͌h̶̫̘̰͝ä̷̯̻́̐́t̶̰̼̋͌ did I tell you?” Vox’s smooth voice sounded like static, and you whimpered.

“Don’t move.”

“Correct, and what are going to do?”

You took a shaky breath and clung to him tighter, “Sit still.”

Game show noises rang condescendingly from the speakers in Vox’s monitor. “Good girl. I’m almost done, so if you can continue to be good for me, I’ll let you cum, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded against his chest, the nickname making you clench around him.

The sounds of Vox glitching make you realize what you’re doing and relax. A hand comes down to smack your ass again, making you flinch, “D̷͉͇͊̀̎o̶̬̔̌l̷͉̇̒͛l̸͈͛͝-“

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry it’s-“

“I know, you love it when I call you that, don’t you?” Vox asks, his hands squeezing your ass and his claws just barely piercing your skin.

You nod, and He smacks your other cheek, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you making you moan, “But I can only call you that if you’re actually good for me. So will you be good for me, Dollface?”

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, I promise!”

Vox chuckles, “Good.”

Another hour passes like that, you trying your absolute hardest to stay still while Vox continues working. Your legs and hips are sore from being in this position for so long, but nothing is worse than the ach in your core.

You silently wish your flat-faced boyfriend would hurry up.

A sigh leaving Vox’s lips made you perk up like a dog, and the sound of the keyboard being replaced with the clicking of a mouse got your hopes up.

“Okay,” Vox hummed, making one final click with his mouse before leaning back to look at you, “All done.”

“R-really?” You ask, tears of relief filling your eyes.

The Overlord chuckles meanly and brings a clawed finger up to wipe a tear that escaped, “Yes, honey, really. Are you ready to ride me now?”

“Yes!” You sniffle, nodding your head so fast you almost bump it against his monitor.

“Then what do you say?” That cocky smile you both love and hate spreads across his screen as he asks.

“Please! Please let me ride you, please let me cum!” You all but scream, tears really falling now.

Vox’s smile grows impossibly wider, and he leans back in his chair, getting comfortable as he slips his hands in the crease between your hips and thighs, “Good girl. Now go on, make us cum.”

You didn’t hesitate for even a second. The moment those words fell from his lips, you were bouncing and rolling your hips, hands fisting his suit in a death grip.

Finally, you were chasing that release you craved.

“Fuck Doll, this really got you worked up, huh?” Vox groaned, squeezing his hands in your hips and piercing your skin with his claws. The pain made you cry out and clench around him.

You wanted to yell at him; of course, you were worked up after being teased like that for hours. Instead, all you could do was moan and hold onto him, already feeling your climax approaching.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum-“ You babbled out, trying desperately to fight it off until he gave you permission.

“Okay, but you better not stop moving.” Vox chuckled breathily, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

All you really registered was his permission to cum. Your body tensed as pleasure tore through your body, making your hips stutter and your back arch.

“God, you look so good like that.” Vox glitched out, his hands moving your hips for you, fucking you on and off his cock like a toy.

You were definitely screaming now, barely able to enjoy your orgasm as the Overlord roughly thrust up into you. Overstimulation made the feeling painful but didn’t stop a second release from building in your core.

“F-fuck Vox!”

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m the one making you feel this good!” Vox’s voice was buffering along with his screen, and you barely registered the lights flickering.

“I’m- fu-ck gonna-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence, cumming without his permission and clenching around him like a vice.

“F̴̻̺̂̀ǘ̷̝͂̓c̶̣̈͒k̸̟̄!” Vox cried out, cumming inside of you and filling you up even more.

You could feel the static in the air as the power went out, but neither of you cared. Instead, you both sat there panting, limply holding each other as you came down from your highs.

“We,” Vox said through quick breaths, “are definitely doing that again.”

You chuckled tiredly and opened your mouth to reply before a loud, muffled scream tore through the quiet, and you recognized Velvette’s voice as she shouted,

“VOX I SWEAR TO FUCK!”

I can’t believe I have a little over 100 followers already omg

[vyxenisl0st]

╰┈➤ 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄𝙄

Alastor x reader

🀥 Summary: You despised the TV Demon—the sound of his voice, his face, and especially his incessant news channel. But what happens when he finally says something worth listening to?

🀥 Warnings: fem!reader, slight angst, vulgar language, threats

🀥 Word count: 925

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

ﾟ･:,｡★＼(^-^)♪ありがと♪( ^-^)/★,｡･:･ﾟ

Cannibal Town was quiet at this hour. The usual hum of voices and occasional blood-curdling screams had faded into a comfortable stillness. You sat with Rosie, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve as she poured steaming tea into your cup.

“There we go, dear.” She set the teapot down and gave you a knowing smile. “Now, tell me what’s bothering you.”

You stared at the tea for a moment before glancing at your empty ring finger.

“Alastor’s back,” you muttered.

Rosie’s eyes widened, and for a brief second, her smile returned. “Well, that’s wonderful news! I know how much you—” She trailed off, her expression shifting as she took in your reaction. “Wait… you don’t look happy.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, well, there’s a reason for that.”

Rosie tilted her head, concern creeping into her voice. “What happened?”

You exhaled sharply, gripping the warm teacup in your hands. “He’s acting weird.”

She chuckled. “Darling, it’s Alastor. He is weird.”

You shook your head. “No, not like that. Not his usual unsettling, cryptic, ‘I know something you don’t’ weird. It’s… different.”

Rosie studied you for a moment, then leaned in slightly. “Did you talk to him?”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Tried to. But he didn’t come back to me, Rosie. He’s at that damn Hazbin Hotel, helping Lucifer’s daughter with her little ‘redemption’ project.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “And I had to find out about it from the TV Demon of all people.”

Her expression twisted in disgust. “Vox? Oh, that’s vile.”

“Tell me about it.” You tightened your grip on the cup, trying to keep your anger in check. “So, of course, I went to see him. And do you know what happened? He kicked me out.”

Rosie blinked. “He what?”

“In front of a whole room full of people,” you added, the humiliation still fresh. “Like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t his wife.”

Her brows furrowed, her fingers tapping against the counter. “That doesn’t sound like him.”

You let out a harsh breath, shaking your head. “I know. And that’s what pisses me off the most.”

Rosie was quiet for a moment before speaking carefully. “Maybe… he has a reason?”

You scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure he does. He always does. But it sure as hell doesn’t change the fact that he left me behind and didn’t even look back.”

A gentle hand rested on your shoulder.

“(Y/N), you are the strongest person I know,” Rosie said softly. “Your patience is admirable. You waited seven years for this man. Are you really going to throw everything away on the first day of his return?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but she squeezed your shoulder, cutting you off.

“Let him come to you,” she continued. “Let him explain himself. But first, let him find his words. And if he doesn’t…” Her lips curled into a playful smirk. “Then you officially have my blessing to broadcast his screams on his own radio.”

She winked, and despite yourself, a giggle escaped your lips.

You picked up your cup and took a sip of tea. The warmth spread through you, but the taste was… strange. Off.

During your years with Alastor, you never drank tea. It was his thing—too sweet for your liking. But after he left, you clung to whatever pieces of him you had left. The scent of boiling herbs in your kitchen reminded you of lazy mornings spent together. The sugary taste of flavored water brought back memories of soft, sleepy kisses before the day began.

But after a while, the memories faded. The taste lost its warmth, leaving nothing but a cloying sweetness on your tongue.

After a while, it was just tea.

But now? Now, you felt Alastor again.

Seven years.

What’s a few more days?

╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . ╰──╮

You spent the next few days in your district, trying—and failing—to ease your mind. Work, errands, distractions, anything to keep your thoughts from circling back to him. But no matter how much you buried yourself in tasks, the memories refused to stay dormant. His voice echoed in the silence, his absence a shadow stretching over you.

The morning was heavy with gloom, the air thick with the lingering scent of last night’s acid rain. Puddles of sizzling liquid still clung to the edges of the streets, reflecting the dull glow of the underworld’s eternally dim sky. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself, ignoring the distant hum of the waking city.

Alastor used to joke that the weather in Hell mirrored your emotions—cloudy, stormy, unpredictable. Gloomy, just like you, darling, he’d say with a teasing grin. Makes one wonder what has you so upset all the time. You used to roll your eyes at his dramatics, but now? Now you couldn’t help but wonder if he had gone to sleep last night, staring at the ceiling, wondering why the skies wept acid. Wondering if you were crying, too.

Your fingers brushed against the chain around your neck, where your wedding band now hung. It was no longer abandoned on the floor, no longer a discarded relic of a life you weren’t sure still belonged to you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to slip it back onto your finger—not yet. Maybe not ever.

With a sigh, you turned down a quiet alley, needing a moment away from the noise of the district. The weight in your chest hadn’t lifted, and you doubted it would anytime soon. But for now, you walked.

Because stopping meant thinking. And thinking meant feeling.

And you weren’t ready for that.

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Taglist: @lynsexperience @hayamie @l3rittney @l34n @msfandomsblog

Author’s note: For some reasons I can’t tag some of your accounts in the taglist.

[lqveharrington]

Behind the Scenes | V.

summary: Being Vox’s girlfriend requires some patience after twelve hour work days.

pairing: Vox x fem!reader

includes: Vox and Velvette bullying one another, VALENTINO BEING A MENACE, mentions of Angel’s job, drinking, fluff, yelling, Vox being a baby, cursing, implications of being a prostitute, suggestiveness, both of them being teases (that’s it, let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: i think writing hazbin fics is my stress outlet 😭

You were Vox’s. And Vox was yours. Every demon and sinner in Pride Ring knew due to Vox taking time out of his busy work day to shower you with compliments in every press interview or host show when you were brought up. Especially when Vox would be the first one to find you after you finished modeling for Velvette’s show, making sure the paparazzi had photos of him praising you with kisses and soft touches.

Of course, you reciprocated every moment… In the public eye. Behind the cameras and screens, Vox was very much loving. But he did work for almost twelve hours each day, which required patience from you whenever he came home to you in a sour mood.

“Do you need me for anything else, Vel?” You glance back at your phone as you pour red wine into your glass.

“No,” She scribbled down measurement adjustments for another model’s design, looking back up at her screen after hearing an electrical shock from your side of the phone. “But do tell your boy toy that you have a dress rehearsal early tomorrow morning, and that you have to be there on time.”

Vox wrapped his arm around your waist, glaring at the young overlord through your phone. “Fuck off, Velvette.”

You feel him resting his head against your shoulder as he presses soft kisses on your neck, your dead heart fluttering. “I’ll be there on time.”

“Good.” She rolled her eyes at your boyfriend’s actions before ending the call.

“What’s your damage today, handsome?” You ask before sipping on your drink, red lipstick staining the clear glass. You watch as he mutters something incoherent, static emitting from his hat. “Vox, talk to me.”

“That bitch Carmilla won’t meet up, and it’s been several days since our last update on Vox technology.” He sighs as he moves around you, his voice crackling with electricity. “Shareholders have been up my fucking ass all morning about it— Valentino keeps trying to get me to watch his stupid porn feels featuring Angel.”

He removes his suit jacket as he complains, walking toward the large living space including a minibar. Vox pulls at his tie and reaches for the whiskey underneath, “Now Velvette wants to be an ass and complain about me wanting to spend time with you—“

“My love,” You hand him a glass from the cabinets, letting your hand linger on his for a bit. “Vel’s my boss, and I’m her best model. She needs me for these rehearsals.”

“You’re really taking her side?” He tilts back his head and downs the drink in one go, pouring another.

You roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “I’m not taking sides, I’m pointing out a fact.” You sit on the stool by the bar, letting him slot himself between your legs. “If anything, I’m listening to you describing your day.”

“Mm.” He let one hand come down and rest on your hip, rubbing soft circles. “Tell me about your day.”

“Boring, tiring. Pretty much the same every day.” You grab his wrist to ensure he doesn’t go any lower or any higher. “According to your assistant, I do have a lot of things planned tomorrow. So that should be exhausting.”

Vox linked your hands together, “Sounds stressful.”

“Not as bad as yours every day.” You press a kiss on his palm. “I was gonna watch a movie while waiting for you, but now that you’re here—“ You shift your wine glass in your hand as he puts his own glass down, letting him trail his hands to your waist. “Want to join me?”

“Of course.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before trailing after you. “What movie are we watching?”

“Whatever the first thing I find.” You let Vox sit on the couch before doing the same, swinging your legs over his lap. “You need a new rotation on Voxflix, I’ve watched almost everything.”

“I’ll get on that.” He mumbled as he ran his hand up and down your leg, occasionally squeezing.

You hum and shift your gaze to the television, scrolling through the different movies. “How do we feel about—“

A ringtone filled the air, both of you freezing at the noise.

“Vox—“

“Give me a second.” He let you pull your legs away and pulled the ringing from his screen to his phone, camera-ready voice leaving his mouth.

You sigh but find a movie worth watching, pulling your knees up. Around halfway through, you decided that the movie was meretricious, heavily judging the poorly made movie more than the other ones you’ve watched. You typed your review on your phone, giving the movie two stars before—

“—THEN GET SOME LOW LIFE SINNER TO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB FOR YOU!” You heard Vox scream from the kitchen, making you wince for the poor soul on the other end. “AND IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE SHIT I GIVE YOU, JUST KNOW I HAVE YOUR FUCKING SOUL IN CONTRACT!”

You pause the movie and get up, taking slow steps to your hotheaded boyfriend. He shuffled across the kitchen, walking back and forth as his fans kicked on. His white shirt was unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up like he was going to commit a crime.

“YOU LITTLE PIECE OF—“

“Vox,” You come up from behind and wrap your arms around his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s outside of your work hours.”

“Fucking—“ He rubbed his temple as he heard the sinner go silent on the other line. Vox took one hand and laced it with yours, “You’re lucky my wife is generous you ungrateful fuck.” He ended the call before muttering more curses, turning you in his arms so you were facing his front.

You let your hands move up to his shoulders, massaging the heavy tension in them. “Am I your wife now? Is that what you’ve been telling those sinners?”

“Maybe.” He let out a loud groan from the sensation, fans still running. “The fucking bitch in accounting is—“

“You’re not working right now, stop.” You give him a pointed look. “I need you to relax.”

Vox wrapped his arms around your waist, walking you backward toward the living area once more. “God, I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too.” You chuckle as he peppers kisses on your face. You let out a noise of surprise when he pulls you into his lap, hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Vox!”

“Yes?” He pressed kisses to your exposed collarbone.

You sigh in content but grab the corners of his screen, giving him a cheeky grin. “Tomorrow, my love. Velvette will murder the both of us if I show up late with bruises.”

“I’ll pay her to let you have a day off tomorrow.” He slipped his hand up your shirt, sharp claws bringing chills to your skin.

“So now you’re paying to be with me?” You raise a brow, stifling a laugh when he stops all movements. “Am I some kind of—“

“Of course not! Do not finish that sentence.” He pushed you down on the couch, covering your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You laugh at how protective he is over you from himself. “I know you didn’t mean it like that, I was kidding.”

Vox dropped his head down to your shoulder, “You’re such a tease.”

“I’m the best.” You squeeze his bicep. “But seriously, Vel will have our heads strung outside the tower.”

“Whatever.” He flipped you both over, letting you rest your head on his chest. “I’ll have you all to myself this weekend.”

You hum, pressing a kiss on the corner of his screen. “I’m sure you do, handsome.”

“My love, I will cancel all your plans this weekend if you tell me I can’t have you.” Vox traces his finger down your spine. “Don’t tell me you have any.”

“I don’t…” You turn your head as he runs his claws through your hair. You feel yourself warm as he wraps a blanket over the both of you, flicking the television to play with a snap of his fingers.

“What do we rate the movie today?” He played with the ends of your hair, face pulling a grimace at the movie’s corny script.

“Two stars.” You mumble as your gaze shifts to the television. As the television fades to black in an awkward transition, you see Vox staring at you rather than the screen. “What are you looking at, weirdo?”

“My beautiful girlfriend.” He squeezed your hip. “Who I love very much.”

You let a small laugh slip through your lips, grinning brightly at his words. “I love you very much too, weirdo.”

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