#vox is in hell for a reason

[redvexillum]

A/N: It was supposed to be a raunchy one-shot but somewhere along the way, the feels have been caught. Also, special thank you to @glitterypeachy for the amazing Vox fanart on my title banner!

SUMMARY: Your boss, Vox, 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.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, assistant!reader, dom!reader, sub!Vox, dual POV, hating your boss to confused h*rny, reader is extremely sleep deprived and is so done with Vox's shenanigans, mutual attraction, pining, p in v, fluff, soft, edging, electrostimulation (brief)

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“Ugh, fuck!” Vox cried out, panting heavily, his body writhing against the cords binding him. You giggled softly, your hands hovering tantalizingly close to his desperate cock, begging for release.  

This game had been going on for a while; you’d tricked him into thinking he was going to fuck you. Instead, you lay on his legs, your breasts pressed up against his quivering thighs, slowly stroking him.  

“What’s wrong, boss?” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin. You trailed the tip of your tongue along the sensitive curve of his head, tasting the salty musk of his arousal. With a sigh, you gently pulled back the foreskin, placing a soft kiss just below the tip.  

He groaned deeply, a sound filled with both pleasure and frustration, his cock twitching in your grasp. The throbbing pulse under your touch was irresistible, and his obvious tell when he was about to cum made it impossible not to edge him, again and again. 

“Ho-how long?” he whined, shifting his hips desperately, trying to press his cock against you, rubbing against you, anything to relieve the pressure building inside his balls.  

“Well,” you whispered, your finger trailing lightly from the head of his cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum and painting it down the thick vein of his shaft, “when I’m ready to fuck you, sir.” You said ‘sir’ with a cheeky grin, your voice pitched high in mockery.  

A soft, needy whine escaped him as he wiggled his body, trying to find any relief from the intense need that had him in a choke-hold. His chest rose and fell rapidly, pixelated sweat streamed down his face. Stifling a giggle, you pressed your lips against the middle of his shaft, closing your eyes to savour the searing heat of his skin.  

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, his hips jerking upward as you trailed barely there kisses down his length. Your fingers curled around the wires wrapped tightly around his hips, and as you tugged them down, Vox unexpectedly let out a loud yelp.  

Startled, your eyes flew open as you saw Vox wince. You glanced down at your hand and noticed the wire you had tugged on had an exposed section. Realization dawned on you that you had accidentally shocked him. “Oh, shit,” you cringed as you carefully tried to unravel the surrounding wire. “Are you alright?” 

When Vox didn’t answer, you looked back at his face and saw a red tint flushed across it. He didn’t look upset or in pain. In fact, the way he was panting with a grin plastered across his screen, he looked rather…excited.  

You glanced down at the wire and experimentally pressed it against his inner thigh. The reaction was immediate. He cursed, his back arching while his cock stood straight and a pool of pre-cum began to form at the tip.  

Oh. He really liked this, didn’t he? 

You pressed your finger on the exposed wire, but you didn’t feel anything – not even a tingle. But judging by Vox’s reaction, he definitely felt the shock that your body couldn’t register.  

Humming, you gave him a smirk and hovered the wire just above the tip of his dick. You looked up at him, tilting your head with a teasing glint in your eyes.  

Vox’s eyes were transfixed on the open wire, his breath hitching. Hesitantly, he lifted his hips, slowly inching closer. He paused when the tip of his cock was just a hair’s breadth away from the wire. You stood still, watching him, waiting for him to embrace the sensation on his own.  

With a deep breath, Vox surged forward, making the decision himself. The moment his cock touched the open wire, he cried out loudly, his voice echoing off the walls. His hips shuddered violently as he continued to press his leaking tip against the wire, pre-cum smearing around.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck me!” he moaned, his face glitching with pop-ups warning of overheating before his expression returned, contorted with pleasure.  

As soon as you pulled the wire away from his cock, he sobbed, his hips thrusting in desperate, tiny stokes into the air, as if he were fucking an invisible pussy. His body craved the shocking sensation of the open wire, the lust in his eyes undeniable.  

“Let me,” his tone wavered with the glitches, “let me fuck you. I’ll fuck you so good,” he promised, or maybe he was begging, as he shut his eyes and tiny shivers wracked his frame.  

“I don’t know,” you said in a sing-song voice. Moving up, you sat on his abdomen, enjoying the view as his shirt rode up, exposing his chest. You pulled on the wire, lightly patting it against his skin, trailing it up his abdomen as he continued to buck his hips, pressing the tip of his cock urgently against your backside.  

“Fuck me,” he groaned, his bound hands trembling above his head.  

“You know, you cock blocked me for the past two years, boss,” you said casually. You dropped the damaged wire next to him, unreachable. Vox whimpered as he saw the wire lying far from him, the stimulating sensation just out of his reach.  

Vox blinked once, then twice, as your words seemed to finally penetrate his pleasure-fogged brain. His eyes snapped back to your face. “Cock block?” he asked, his voice regaining its normal timbre.  

His brows knitted together as he searched your eyes for meaning. “Are you …uh…seeing somebody?” he asked quietly, and the atmosphere between you shifted into something uncomfortable and heavy.  

With a sharp, bitter laugh, you shook your head. “Not anymore. She officially dumped me today,” you shrugged, trying to sound casual.  

“Oh,” Vox replied, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips.  

That bastard. He was probably mocking you in his mind right now.  

Widening your thighs, you presented your cunt to him, giving him a full view of your dripping, swollen folds. His eyes widened as he took in the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at your glistening, sopping hole.  

“You see, boss,” you said, your voice thick with desire, “with all the shitty overtime you have me doing, I haven’t come in ages.” You slid your fingers between your lips, stretching your hole open, feeling your inner walls clench and twitch, desperately craving something – anything – inside of you.  

“We could fix that,” Vox said, his tone eager as he tried to inch closer, his head straining forward.  

“How about,” you began, slowly stroking your clit with your other hand, moaning emphatically, “I finish all over you and then go home?” 

Vox chuckled at your empty threat. “Or you could untie me, and I’ll make you feel really good, sunshine.”  

The cocky smile on your lips froze, along with the fingers pressing against your bare centre.  

Sunshine.  

You hadn’t heard Vox call you by that nickname since you’d started avoiding him after catching his tongue down Val’s throat.   

“Sunshine?” You had asked one night after you and Vox had wrapped up the latest project together. “That’s new, sir,” you giggled, feeling a flutter of happiness and nerves in your chest.  

“I thought it suited you, since you brighten my day!” Vox had exclaimed, flashing you a cheeky grin before both of you burst into laughter.  

Your hands slowly withdrew from your cunt, and you tilted your head, a look of defiance in your eyes. “Boss,” you responded, unwilling to give in to his demands.  

Vox’s eyes widened. Despite his wrists being bound, he reached out toward you, his desperation palpable. “Sunshine, untie me.” 

“Yikes, that’s so cheesy!” you had said with a laugh, covering your lips as elation filled your heart. You stood up from your desk and slowly began to pack up your documents. Vox, who was sitting on the edge of your desk, slid off and swallowed the space between you.  

His hand landed heavily on the document, stopping you from keeping your mind and your body busy. Stopping you from thinking about anything else but him. His frame cast a shadow over you – inviting you to sink deeper into his presence. 

“What if I don’t want to, sir?” you cut off the memory, pushing it away. You didn’t want to think about that right now.  

“Vox,” he said, grinning at you as he wiggled his bound hands in front of you. “I have my dick out, and you’ve been torturing me for the better part of the evening. At least call me by my name, sunshine.” 

His sharp red eyes had softened as he leaned closer. “Call me by my name, sunshine,” he murmured, his lips inching ever closer to yours.  

Your smile slowly faded, you hadn’t intended to stay late tonight. The office that was shrouded in darkness, transformed with Vox’s presence. The large, clear windows absorbed the soft golden light from the gates of Heaven, turning the usual dull office space into a resplendent dimension.  

It felt as if you and Vox were transported to a place far, far away from prying eyes and expectations.  

Against your better judgment, you stepped closer to him. “I don’t think it would be appropriate of me to start calling the CEO of VoxTek by his name,” you said, stepping even closer until the toes of your shoes barely grazed his. “Sir.” 

Vox grinned, that sure, cocky grin that made his employees feel that if they followed him, their path would only be filled with success. “Luckily, no one’s around to hear you,” he chuckled. With the tip of his claws, he gently lifted your chin, aligning your gaze with his. “So, it’s Vox,” he said softly, almost conspiratorially.  

You found it difficult to say no to him these days. In truth, you didn’t want to say no because deep down, it was what you wanted. “Vox,” you repeated quietly.  

His eyes searched yours, and yet neither of you made the next move, teetering on the threshold between boss and employee, waiting to see who would dare to cross it first. The surrounding air was thick with unspoken desires, the golden light casting a romantic glow, as if the universe itself was urging you both to take that final step.  

You stared at Vox’s wrists as memories from years ago faded into the back of your mind. Slowly, your fingers gently pulled the wires off; they were already loose, and if he had chosen to, he could have escaped on his own. Holding his wrists carefully in your hands, you found yourself stunned, unable to face him.  

With a forced smile, you tried your best to feign nonchalance, “I didn’t know I was still your sunshine." After all, you thought all the previous, frivolous flirting had died the moment your boss made his intentions with Valentino clear.  

“It suits you,” Vox said softly. Sitting up slowly, his claws traced a gentle line down your cheek before stopping below your chin, tilting your head to face him just like he did so many years ago.  

“Because I brighten your day?” you asked, raising a brow, pretending his words and the memories you shared didn’t affect you.  

Pretending you didn’t feel anything for him.  

But your pretense was pointless. The moment you recited his lines from the past, his face brightened, and he played a quirky sound, like a game show, signifying that you were correct.  

You snorted at the silliness of it all because this was the side of him that had made you fall in love in the first place.  

“That’s right,” Vox said, his hands cradling the sides of your face. “You still brighten my day, so that makes you, my sunshine.” 

His words finally carved a place in your chest, or perhaps, he always had a place there. As you let the meaning, the intention, behind his words sink in, you...

Ah, fuck.  

You hated him. 

You really, really, hated him.  

Your fingers reached for his head, grasping the sides firmly as you pulled him toward you. “You owe me a lot of kisses, Vox,” you whispered, your lips so close that even the slightest movement would bring them together in a soft kiss.  

All those missed opportunities, you were going to take them now with maximum interest.

“You’re right, I do,” Vox agreed easily. In a flourish of strength you hadn’t expected, he crashed his lips against yours. You felt the screen of his face soften, the warmth and wetness of his tongue glided into your mouth. The wires snapped from the force as Vox pushed you down to the floor, his body covering yours.  

He pulled back, panting, and you managed to say, “Those cords were a bitch to order, I just wanted you to know.” 

Laughing, Vox covered your lips with his again, ravaging the inside of your mouth, his tongue mapping out every inch, tasting you, leaving traces of himself so you could still feel him even after he parted. His hands roamed your body, each touch sending shivers down your spine.  

Your bodies moved in sync, the heat between you building with every kiss, every touch. The world outside the office ceased to exist, leaving just the two of you wrapped up in each other. The culmination of years of tension and unspoken feelings finally being released.  

The heat of his cock pressed against your folds, and he moaned as he slowly sank in his tip. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled, making short thrusting motions, sinking deeper into you with each stroke.  

Your legs wrapped around his waist, signalling him to fully bottom out. You yelped, feeling the unexpected depth and stretch; it had been a while since you last had sex. The molten heat of his cock prodded deep within you before he withdrew and quickly snapped his hips forward, driving his cock back inside.  

“Ah, fuck!” you cried, your claws clinging to his back as moans threatened to escape your lips.  

His breaths were short and uneven as he continued to hump you, his hips snapping into you, wet, meaty flesh slapping together. The sounds of your union echoed in his office.  

“Feels good, fuck, tell me it feels good, sunshine,” he panted, stretching and fucking the sensitive bundles of nerves deep within you.  

You couldn’t stop yourself from goading him, especially to a man as prideful as Vox. “Ah ��� you -” you gasped as he circled his hips, rubbing his pubic bone against the sensitive clit before fucking you again, “if you make me cum, maybe I’ll leave a five-star review,” you said, grinning before the pleasure overwhelmed you.  

Vox choked out a laugh, lifting your body until he was sitting on the floor. Your breasts bounced up and down as he grabbed your hips, lifting and dragging you while moving his hips in tandem. His cock plunged deeper with each motion, hitting spots inside you that sent electric shocks of pleasure through your body.  

“Oh fuck,” you whined, closing your eyes as this position perfectly targeted your g-spot. The coiling heat and pressure built inside you, making you tremble. “Oh, please, please, don’t stop,” you cried, feeling your nerves buzzing and your body steadily climbing towards the peak. “Don’t stop, Vox, don’t stop,” you moaned, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.  

“Yeah, let me see you cum, sunshine,” Vox panted, his moans mingling with yours. “Fuck, I want to see you cum all over my cock,” he growled, his tongue laving against the sensitive peak of your nipple. The way his teeth grazed your skin sent jolts of sensation directly to your heated core.  

The targeted bundles of nerves were all you needed. Your head fell back as you mewled and sobbed, your walls fluttering around the thick length of his cock, trying to milk him with everything you had. It was as if all the stress you carried within your body was released at once, your mind woozy as the rush of pleasure pierced through you.  

You screamed as your climax hit hard, your entire body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. You were sure at this point you were babbling, and you didn’t give a damn what words came out because fuck, this was what you needed and wanted for years.  

Feeling your cunt tighten around his throbbing cock, Vox groaned loudly, swearing and praising your pussy as he filled you with his release. His hot cum spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, the sensation sending another shiver through your already hyper-sensitive body.  

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he moaned, his thrusts slowing to deep, deliberate strokes, ensuring he painted every inch of your walls.  

His arms wrapped around your sluggish body as your head comfortably rested against his chest. You heard the heavy thud of his heartbeat against your ear. Strands of hair stuck to your face, the room too hot from the running computers and the heat of your union, yet you didn't want to move away from his embrace.  

You didn’t want to wake up from this dream and leave him.  

His claws gently carded through your hair as he sighed in contentment. It was then that exhaustion hit you with full force, the post-orgasmic haze serving only to relax your body further, rendering the caffeine you had consumed utterly useless.  

Your eyes started to flutter closed, but you forced them open despite the stinging tiredness. You had to wear your clothes and leave; you couldn’t fall asleep in his arms.  

Ah, but since this was a dream, maybe you’d wake up back in the office again. A sudden surge of emotion hit you, and you pressed your face against his chest, savouring the warmth and comfort. You forgot how nice it felt to be held.  

“Sunshine?” Vox called out quietly, his claws gently brushing your hair in a soothing motion that made your muscles relax to the point of melting on him. 

“Mhm?” You hummed softly in response.  

“Stay with me?” he asked, his other hand wrapped around your waist, tightening. “I want to renegotiate on your contract.” 

You huffed out a quiet laugh, your eyes now fully closed, and your arms loosely wrapped around his torso. “Really, Vox? One good fuck, and you want to renegotiate on our contract?” 

“Well, we could add fucking to our contract, where I give you at least one good fuck every day,” his voice was whimsical and light, and you felt a light kiss against the top of your head.  

“And how long would this next contract be?” you asked, playing along with him, knowing that none of his and your words would come to pass.  

“Forever,” Vox said without missing a beat. “It would be for forever.” 

Your muscles seized momentarily before relaxing once more. This was a dream, right? Your subconscious was seriously contemplating working forever with him? How much of a masochist were you? Did you really enjoy working that much? 

“Will I still have to work mandatory overtime? Cause that’s incredibly shitty,” you murmured, rubbing your face against his chest, wanting to burrow deeper into him. “Will you still be an asshole?” you added quietly.  

There were so many other questions you wanted to ask, knowing you would never get an answer to any of them. “I’m tired,” you said, your voice tinged with sadness and fatigue. The words slurred slightly as each strand of your muscles started to relax.  

The simple words were weighed with meaning – tired of working overtime, tired of pretending that you didn’t have feelings for him, just overall tired. 

“Oh, that’s…” Vox hesitated, then you felt your body being lifted. “How about you rest up in my suite tonight, and we can talk about this tomorrow morning?” 

The last thing you remembered was opening your mouth, but you weren’t sure if you answered him at all before darkness and fatigue finally claimed your vision.  

You cuddled closer to the source of warmth, relishing the feel of another body beside you. Could it be? Did your girlfriend come back? Your eyes slowly opened, and you were first greeted by a bare torso, the skin colour a deep navy blue.  

Furrowing your brows, you slowly got up from the plush bed that was way too comfortable compared to what you were used to, with sheets as soft as something you couldn’t even compare to.  

Blinking slowly, your eyes flicked down to your body, and you smothered a sharp gasp, realizing that you were completely naked. Your eyes immediately looked at the face of the body’s owner, but you already knew who it was without having to look. 

The moment you saw the VoxTek's logo bouncing on your boss’s face to indicate he was in sleep mode, a groan escaped your lips, muffled by your hand.  

You had to be kidding yourself. You didn’t just do the most clichéd thing imaginable. But when memories of last night came flooding in to your mind, each one raunchier than the last, you bowed your head in defeat.

It wasn't a dream.

Fuck.

As if to confirm your worst fears, you felt his arms wrap around you with a firm, possessive grip. Before you could react, his lips planted a loud, affectionate smooch on your cheek. “Good morning, sunshine!” he said, his voice warm and teasing, filled with cheerful energy that contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions brewing inside of you.  

Your heart raced as you tried to process the situation, your mind still tangled in a web of confusion and regret. You shifted slightly, feeling the heat of his body pressed against yours and the weight of last night’s decision heavily on your shoulders.  

You had a thousand and one excuses ready: how last night was a mistake, how you weren’t in your right mind, how the sex was meaningless. 

But when you faced Vox, his eyes sparkled with genuine happiness and his arms wrapped around you with such tenderness, every excuse, every justification dissipated from your tongue.  

“Good morning,” you said, forcing a smile that felt as brittle as dry leaves. Your arms lay limp and loose in your lap as Vox sidled closer, his body radiating warmth. He tried to fully embrace you, but you felt the tremor in his arms when you didn’t return the gesture. The tremors were like an earthquake, splintering apart the ground of your resolve.  

The pad of his thumb drifted up to your cheek, gently stroking your face. Each touch was a soft caress, yet it felt like tiny needles prickling at your skin. His gaze roamed your features, his eyes dark and searching. Heat climbed up to your cheeks, mortified by how intimate his gesture was especially when both of you were stripped bare.

The air was thick with the scent of his cologne, a heady mix of spice and a sharp cool, tang of mint, wrapping around your throat as memories of last night flashed through your mind.  

“Sunshine?” Vox’s voice was a whisper, his breath ghosting across your skin as he pressed his body closer to yours. The pressure of his chest against you was a contradicting blend of comfort and a burden.  

“Yes...” you closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, then opened them again, reigniting the determination and resolve you had nurtured for years. “Boss?” 

Vox chuckled weakly, the sound rough and strained. He continued to embrace you, his refusal to let you go was a silent plea. “So, it’s boss again, huh?” 

Your eyes stung as if salt had been rubbed into them, while your stomach churned, feeling as if it were filled with hot lead boiling your insides. You wanted to push him away because things would never work between you. 

You had two years to truly observe his relationship with his psychotic lover, and you were sure that the moment he found out about your affair with Vox, that shitty moth demon would kill you.  

“You can’t honestly think this would work, right, sir?” Your voice lacked the cruel, hard, edge needed to cut away the tender moment tying you two together. You looked at him, your heart once again held in your hands as you made an offering to him.  

You should push him away.

You must push him away.

You needed to push him away.

Yet, your treacherous hands touched his sides, pulling him closer to you. His response was an instantaneous sigh as he sank deeper into your embrace. The warmth of his body pressed against yours was almost unbearable, the heat between you intensifying the pain in your chest.  

“We won’t know unless we try,” Vox’s voice trembled, his smile tightening at the edges. “Are you going to leave me too?” he asked softly, his smile becoming lopsided as he tried to keep a light-hearted tone.  

Your brows furrowed, confused. What did he mean by “too”? The question lingered, but it was quickly overshadowed by the same chaotic thoughts that always swirled in your mind: your desire for him versus the stark reality of your situation. Your heart and mind were locked in a bloody feud that had raged on for years, neither side willing to concede.  

“Do you honestly think this would work?” You repeated the question, your voice tinged with desperation.

You needed to hear him say no.

Humanity had always done stupid things for love, willingly deluding themselves despite knowing that heartbreak lay at the end of the road. Yet, they would foolishly pick love over and over again.  

You would pick love, over and over again because... 

If there was even a small chance of obtaining a typical fairy tale ending... 

“Vox?” your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. You leaned in closer towards his warmth, his embrace tightening around you. The cries of victory within your chest resonated as your mind finally relented.  

If there was even a small chance that you could be happy with him... 

“Sunshine,” Vox’s claws gripped your hips, pulling you closer and closer to his chest. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice wavered with desperation despite his attempts to remain calm and collected. “Stay with me.” 

If the road ahead that were surely filled with bumps and hardships but promised something worth fighting for at the end, then... 

With a slow, shuddering exhale, you smiled softly at him. The pain and distress in his eyes began to melt away. You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. You didn’t need a grand declaration to affirm each other’s affection. The quiet, simple connection was enough.  

As you felt his muscles relax, he returned your kiss, his eyes slowly closing. His hand cradled the back of your head, refusing to part from you, as if the very act of letting go would make you disappear from his grasp.  

If Vox believed this relationship was worth trying, then you wanted to believe that too.  

You pressed your chest against his, wanting him to feel the doubt that had plagued you for so long crumbling away with every beat of your heart. As you slowly parted from him, his breath mingled with yours, warm and reassuring.  

Right now, all that mattered was this moment, this connection, this unspoken promise of a future together.  

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[cupidsncheerios]

i think the reason i like cult leader as vox's potential backstory is because (assuming he didn't do a jonestown) it opens up so many potential flaws with heaven's judgement system. consider.

vox is in heaven, and has killed many people. however, his sermons converted thousands of people to the heavenly path, so they let him in for the greater good.

vox is in hell, but he was only an average hollywood amount of morally corrupt. this is because he preached the wrong type of christianity and his sermons inspired thousands to do the wrong things in life, which is technically his fault.

on top of all that, it's also an immediate counter to the whole "you go to hell if you don't believe in god" because vox (or i guess alastor since he's the only one who would know that and go within 3 steps of an angel) has the comeback of "what, so i'm here for my tax reports?"

just saying. i think we should put more thought into cult leader vox for the bigger heavenly picture.

[knsvynstk41]

Voxune miku requested by my friend @cartoony_k on instagram. Go check their work!

[roseburning]

Vox has a son.

He has an iPad for a head.

Valentino is his stepdad.

Vox says that Alastor is his biological father.

Alastor despises that kid will every fiber of his being.

Alastor and Vox were never a couple.

Vox just says that to annoy Alastor.

Vox is not good at daddying.

[adams-sinful-wings]

Vox, do you wanna fuck able?

Vox: I mean…he’s not ugly but not pretty either. He’s…passable. Like 5/10 on the hotness scale. After all he’s no Alastor.

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

Bambi and the Devil part 3.

Alastor continued reading his Book when Valentino spoke up. " Bonjour Bambi". He purred. Alastor without looking from his book spoke politely. " Bonjour Valentino". He started to try and walk away when his book was snatched by Vox. " Vox give me back my book". Alastor demanded trying to reach for it. Vox chucked it at Valentino. The two did a bit of monkey in the middle tossing the book back and forth before Vox through it in the mud. As Alastor picked it up wiping the mud off, Vox approach him " You know Alastor you need to keep your head out of the clouds and focus on more stuff. Like me". He smirked. Alastor rolled his eyes. " Vox you are positively primeval". Vox laughed. " Why thank you Alastor". Alastor gave him a look. Valentino chuckled. " On another note why don't you come to the Studio with me. I can teach you some Positions". He purrs as he runs his hands on Alastor hips. Alastor growled and uses his tentacle to push a surprised Valentino away. " No thank you Valentino. Besides I have to help Rosie with her Baking".

Vox laughed. " Rosie that crazy bitch yes she needs all the help she can get". Alastor was furious. " DONT YOU DARE MAKE FUN OF ROSIE"! He grew a bit taller and his eyes turned to dials. Valentino smirked. " Mmm someone knows how to command". He said sultry. Alastor reverted back to normal disgusted. " Ugh Valentino in your sick twisted dreams. Besides Rosie isn't crazy". Just as he said that an explosion came from the emporium where his friend worked. Alastor had a worried smile as he ran to Rosie's shop.

Val and Vox laughed and he ran. Eventually they stop. " I don't understand it normally sinners fall for me quite quickly like my dear Angel dust, wherever that bitch ran off to." Val growled. " But Alastor just won't wonder why". Vox nodded. " yeah why". Velvette without looking up from her phone spoke for the first time. " Uh cause he has dignity". She said. Val smiled. " It attractively appealing isnt it". Vox nodded. Velvette just rolled her eyes.

Stolas, Stella and Verosika. " Whats wrong with Alastor, I would totally have Valentino dominate me in bed, Gross Stolas stop you make me sick".

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Alastor walked into Rosie shop to see her fanning an oven. " Damn it I'm never going to get this recipe right"! She said putting her hands on her hips. Alastor smiled and shook his head chuckling. " Of course you will, and you will win first prize tomorrow". He said putting his hand on her shoulder. Rosie" You really think so". She asked. Alastor nodded. " You know I do Rosie". Rosie smiles confidence fueled. " Well then let's roll up those sleeves. These beignets aren't going to make themselves." Alastor laughed. " Yes you definitely need my help with these". He sighed. " I remember making them with my mother in New Orleans when I was a child". His smile wavered a bit. Almost like he was about to cry. However he quickly composed himself. " Of course that was so long ago".

Just then the door opened and a bright bubbly girl walked in. Her name was Charlie. Alastor had found her as a small 3 year old like child wandering around hell. Not wanting her to get hurt he took her in and practically raised the girl as his very own. She smiled as she entered the store. " Good morning Miss Rosie , and Alastor" she hugged both of them. " Mmm something smells delicious" she beams. Alastor smiled. " Good morning sunshine, Rosie and I are making Beignets. Grab a apron and come help if you wish". He said. Charlie beamed and ran to do as said. As she rolled the dough she started talking some more. " Last night I had a strange dream".

" oh and what was in your dream dear". Rosie asked. " Well I'm in a castle and it's beautiful. I'm dancing with a taller man. But then it becomes dark and the man becomes a monster. However I still felt safe with him. Then a figure takes me away. And I wake up". She says sounding as confused as her dream. Rosie and Alastor look at each other confused as well. Charlie shrugged. " Oh well who says dreams make sense anyway". They finished up and as waiting Rosie made some tea and they sat down in the lobby. " So Alastor dear tell me how did your day in town go". Alastor chuckled. " Quite well Robsieur gave me the Phantom of the opera book". He smiled. Then his eyes grew cold. " Ugh until the Vees showed up". Charlie frowned. " Let me guess Val and Vox tried to court you again". Alastor nodded sipping his tea. " Indeed but as usual I rejected them. They are both the most disgusting demons here". Rosie agreed. " Yes they don't deserve you deer. However even if they were not assholes you still wouldn't be interested".

" Very true". Alastor said. " Oh how come". Charlie asked. " Oh that's because he is an Ace in the hole". Alastor spit out his drink. " A what now"? He asked. Charlie and Rosie both giggled. Alastor rolled his eyes. " Ugh forget it". The timer binged indicating the Beignets were ready. They ran back and when they tasted them smiled and hugged each other. They were delicious. Charlie bounced up and down in excitement. " Oh Rosie can I come with you to the fair please please please". Rosie nodded. " Of course you can. I would love the company and we both know Alastor isn't a big Fair type". She chuckled. " Too many people and I don't trust those rides at all. But please do have fun Charlie and promise to mind Rosie". Charlie beamed. " Oh thank you and I will".

They all hugged a last time before leaving Rosie spoke. " Take care of the emporium while I'm gone , which won't be long my precious faun. Be careful of the vees now". She presses her forehead onto his and he smiled. While Charlie was like a daughter to him. Alastor was definitely like her own child. With Charlie being a granddaughter of sorts. " Don't worry Rosie I will". They let go and Rosie and Charlie leave.

As they did Alastor whispered. " Come home safe guys". Before walking back to the store.

[home-for-wayward-fawns]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌.

Carla was once the wife of Vox but in their time in Hell, their relationship has turned sour. Vox has decided he'd had quite enough of it but can Carla ever actually forgive him?

Slim pale fingers danced across the ivory keys of an ornate piano; a beautiful melody filled the air as a flock of people slowly meandered into the large church. While the pastor welcomed his flock back to the house of God, a young man with striking grey eyes could not tear his gaze away from the woman sitting at the piano. 

She was a small dainty thing with beautiful blonde curls that bounced softly atop her head as her hands gracefully moved along the instrument. Light from the adjacent painted windows circled her head like a halo and he found himself drawn in by beauty, unable to look away whilst she sat oblivious. He walked down the aisle and for the first time in his life, he sat at the front where he could comfortably yet blatantly stare at her. 

Sunlight shined through painted windows and a myriad of colours flickered across her porcelain flesh. A long white dress of intricately stitched lace covered her flawless skin, the fabric shifted with the breeze of the wind and he watched her feet dance along the pedals of the piano, delicate little white dolly shoes covering them as they moved. 

The seats beside him started filling, and the pastor walked up the aisle, slowly ascending the stairs before starting his sermon. The young man paid no heed to the words of God, unable to pry his eyes off of the pretty doll. She finally turned around to face the pastor, and in doing so, he finally got to see her face. 

She was a creature of soft features, large blue eyes twinkled beneath a blanket of thick eyelashes; a soft pink blush graced her high cheekbones whilst a soft smile spread across her lips. He felt his heart race when, for a fraction of a second, she turned to face him. She had a brilliant bright smile and it was in that moment that he knew he was going to make that woman his wife. 

A lifetime later, Vox watched that same woman as she floated through a crowd of men in suits. 

He had married her. He’d stolen her heart and kept it close to his chest; his most prized possession for the short time he’d been alive. She looked just as beautiful as she had that day; a dainty doll with a soft smile dressed in a gown of white lace but there was a sadness in those blue eyes now—a sadness he’d put there. 

She’d always been a wonderful host, happy to entertain his business associates. No amount of guests was too many for his darling doll; she’d perform with a smile and a twirl, happy to do whatever was necessary to propel him further in his career. He took a sip of his whiskey as he watched her. She claimed they were done; she wasn’t his anymore and yet, he watched as she curtsied and introduced herself as Mrs. Carla Gill. 

There was an irony to the statement. No one else knew she was introducing herself as his wife; perhaps she wasn't. Not Vox's wife at least; she clung to the duality of him. Clarence was her husband; Vox was the virus that killed him. 

All the cameras in the room twisted and swivelled, all eyes on her as he got the perfect view of her from all angles. He walked past a waitress, picking up a glass of rose wine as he approached her. He tapped her on the shoulder, a broad grin spreading across his face as he presented the glass to her. 

“You look beautiful tonight, doll.” He told her. 

She didn’t turn to face him immediately—she often didn’t—as she took the glass from his hand. 

“Thank you.” She said gently, swirling the glass in her hand. 

He pressed a hand to the small of her back, gently nudging her away from the centre of the party to the edge of the room. If he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t expected her to come at all. 

She leaned against the wall, looking out at the large crowd that moved like sardines in a tin. It was all so predictable. The parties were meaningless; a means to an end. It improved engagement and he attended for appearances; it made no difference if he spoke to a single attendee or not. 

He watched as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back; she looked perfectly peaceful as the sadness seemed to wash off her. “If I close my eyes; I’m still your happy witless wife.” 

He sidestepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle as he overlapped his hands atop her stomach. He swayed her in his grip and she moved with him, allowing him to guide her movements. 

“I didn’t expect you to accept my invitation.” He confessed, keeping his screen pointed forward and his eyes narrowed at any who looked like they might try to interrupt this moment with his wife. 

“I wasn’t going to.” She whispered. “I shouldn’t be here but no matter how I loathe the mess you made of me—of us—I still miss you.” 

He tightened his grip on her, pulling her further into his chest. “You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m right here, doll.” 

She gently rocked her head back, pressing it back against where his heart once beat. “You have no idea how much I want you—to come home to you.” She sighed. 

He unclasped his hand, moving them slowly to grab her hips before he turned her around to face him. 

“Doll face, look at me.” He ordered and she looked up, the same beautiful blue eyes he’d fallen in love with blinking up at him. “I’m here. Come home.” 

She reached up, hands gripping the edge of his TV screen. He grinned with sharp teeth as he felt her rub the pads of her thumbs against the rim of his screen. “I hate your stupid TV head.” She chuckled but before he could retort back to her, she leaned up on her tiptoes and she kissed him. 

She let him slip his large tongue into her mouth, exploring it as he pulled her hips closer to him. He closed his eyes into the kiss but the cameras around her allowed him to still see the blush that spread across her cheeks. 

He turned her around to push her against the wall, forcing her to shrink against it as he imposed his much larger size onto her. He felt electric shocks vibrate through his entire body as she gasped into the kiss. 

“Let’s take this somewhere private; what do you say, baby doll?” He asked as he pulled away but he didn’t give her a chance to answer, picking her up as he zapped them away using his security cameras. 

They landed in his office and he took a seat in his chair, pulling her into his lap as he held her hips tightly. He watched her as she looked away nervously before she settled into his hold, resting her face against his chest. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d accuse you of trapping me in a room I can’t escape.” She said quietly, not looking at him. 

He laughed, a loud boisterous sound. “You can look at it like that if you’d like. You know I always liked to keep you outside of the view of others. You’re my doll, after all; no one else's.” 

She didn’t say anything to that, pressing a hand against his chest until he leaned down to kiss her again. She was soft and pliant, opening her mouth for him as he pried it open with his tongue. He lifted her as he stood to his feet, carrying her in his arms before he laid her down across his glass desk. 

She let him manoeuvre her, allowing him to spread her thighs and lift her skirt to position himself between them. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at her. It felt cruel how much she still looked like his wife. There were minute differences of course; little doe ears poking out of her curls that twitched at the slightest sound but it wasn’t hard to look at her and see the woman he’d fallen madly in love with all those years ago. It felt unfair that he was robbed of that; she didn’t get to look at him and see her husband’s face. He didn’t even remember what he’d looked like back then. 

Odd to forget one’s own face. 

He ran his claws along her milky thighs, remaining gentle with her as he leaned over her body. 

“You’re never leaving this tower.” He told her, a statement of fact before he kissed her again. “But you knew that before you accepted the invitation, didn’t you?” 

She didn’t answer him—she knew she didn’t need to. She knew she was walking into a trap the moment she stepped foot in the tower. There was a reason she’d avoided it like the plague for all these years. She knew the moment he had her in his claws again, he’d never let her go. He wasn’t stupid like Valentino; letting Angel do whatever he wanted, running around in that hotel. 

No. He’d keep her where he could see her. He’d keep her where his cameras could always watch her. She was his wife and she’d stay put. 

She lifted her hand to wrap around the back of his neck, clasping them together as he kissed her. He wasted no time in reaching down to unbuckle his belt—it had been too long. He ripped her white lacey panties off with a claw, causing her to jump in surprise before he pulled her hips forward, forcing her legs to fall further apart. 

He gripped his cock, pressing the head against her entrance and he pulled away from the kiss, just watching her. She laid down on the desk, staying very still as she smiled up at him. He slowly pulled her down on his cock by her hips, allowing her to grow accustomed to the width as she bit down on her lip, small whimpers escaping her. 

“Does everything get bigger in Hell?” She gasped and he chuckled at her. 

“You didn’t. You’re still my perfect little doll.”

She was so fucking tight. Her velvety walls clenched around him, every inch was a struggle before he finally bottomed out. She was beautiful; her face flushed a beautiful hue as she panted. 

“You can move.” She said after a while and he slowly pulled out to thrust back inside of her. 

Her pussy clenched around him with every thrust, tightening on his cock to try to keep him inside. He grunted, ensuring every camera in the room was angled just right to zoom in on her beautiful face. He knew he’d want to rewatch this footage later when she was asleep; rewatch the moment he made her his wife again after so many years of her hiding from him. 

She turned her face to the side, blushing profusely as he started to fuck her harder. She moaned when he grabbed the back of her thighs, pulling her feet over his shoulders. 

“Fuck, doll.” He growled. “You’ve always felt so fucking good; it’s like you were made for me.” 

He dug his claws into her hips, holding her tight against him as he forced his cock deeper inside of her. She cried out as he hit a wall deep inside of her; she threw her head back as she moaned, arching her back as she did so. 

“Deep. Too deep!” She gasped and he couldn’t help the predatory grin that spread across his face—there was his pretty little wife. 

“Nah, doll. I just need to work you open again.” He teased, continuing harsh thrusts before he ran a command in the back of his operating system. 

The sound of soft whirring started and her eyes went wide as she felt his cock vibrate inside of her. She tried to say words and he grinned as he watched her struggle, only being able to gasp out beautiful little animalistic sounds. 

“Try and use your big girl words for me, baby doll; I’m not a mind reader.” 

“How?” She finally gasped out. 

“I’m the king of innovation, baby. There’s a lot I can do.” He chuckled. 

He held her down for a moment, forcing her to accept the increasing vibrations deep inside of her before he pulled out, slowly starting to fuck her open again. Her pussy quivered around him and he felt her nails dig into the back of his neck as she cried out. 

“Oh my—fuck!” She cursed. 

It had always been his favourite part of being the only one who got to see his darling wife like this. The whole world got to see Perfect Carla Gill, the perfect wife; perfect mother and perfect devout catholic but only he got to watch her fall apart. 

“You like that, sweetheart?” He teased, turning it up a notch and she threw her head back, letting out a scream. “You sorry for hiding from me for all these years?” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She cried out. “Clarence, please!” 

He blinked. 

Clarence. 

No one had called him that for years; he’d almost forgotten it was his name at all. He’d always hated it but it sounded good on Carla’s tongue; it always had. 

“Don’t worry baby doll, I’ll look after you. I’ll always look after you.” He told her. “Whether you want it or not.” 

He gripped her hips and started thrusting into her erratically, pushing her further up the desk as he slammed deep into her core. She moaned wantonly and then cried out when he released her hips to grab her ankles, pushing them up her head. He felt her cunt tighten around his desperately, beginning to spasm as she whined. 

“There! There!” She moaned before she came crashing down, letting out an animalistic cry. “Clarence!” 

He grunted as he thrust one last time, releasing his seed deep inside of her before he let go of her ankles, collapsing on top of her. Her whole body twitched around him but he didn’t pull out—not yet. 

“I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.” He huffed against her neck. “You’re my wife.” 

“Of course, love.” She agreed with him, still panting as she did so. “Good thing you have eyes and ears everywhere.” 

He didn’t miss her snide tone and he didn’t appreciate it. He pulled out, causing her to whimper before he pressed the head of his cock against her clit. He turned on the command to full in the back of his operating systems and watched with a perverse grin as she screamed. 

“Wait—too much—Clarence!” She cried out but he pinned her down with his free hand, forcing her to writhe and squirm beneath him. 

She bucked her hips into the vibrations, her eyes rolling back as her mouth fell open, her tongue poking out the side as she lost control of her bodily functions. Her entire body shook and it didn’t take long for her second orgasm to course through her. She jolted as if struck by an electric current—a thought for another evening—before he pulled away. 

“What was that?” He asked, smirking down at her as she slowly came back to. 

She didn’t say anything, sitting up slightly to grab onto the lapels of his jacket, pressing her face into his chest. “No more. Please. Need a break.” She gasped before she started kissing up his neck. 

He teasingly tapped the pad of his finger against her clit, just to watch her hips jolt again before he pulled her skirt back down. “Alright, doll. I’ll give you a little break.” 

He tucked his cock back into his pants, buckling them back up before he teleported them into a spare room in the tower. He’d have to invest in an actual bedroom of his own now that he had his wife back. He highly doubted she’d appreciate his lifestyle of living in his office. 

“You’re going to take a nap with me.” He told her and watched as she bit down on her bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Come on doll, it’ll be nice. You always loved a cheeky nap when I could find the time.” 

“I don’t have a nightgown.” She told him and he rolled his eyes. 

“Baby doll, it’s just me. You can sleep in your underwear. It’s not like it’s something I haven’t seen before.” 

She nodded her head, walking out of his arms to pull off her white dress, standing before him in her pretty lacey set before he laid down on the bed, patting his side. 

“Come on.” He told her, outstretching his arm and she obediently crawled onto the bed, nuzzling into his side. 

He sighed as he felt her rest her head against his chest, pressing her hand against his stomach. 

“Do you still love me?” She whispered, her voice almost sounding shakey at the question. 

What a ridiculous question. 

“Of course, I love you, doll. Why would you ask such a silly question?” 

“You didn’t say it…in your office.” She mumbled. 

He gripped her chin, tilting it upwards to force her to look at him. 

“You silly little thing; of course I love you.” He told her. “Now go to sleep.” 

She did as she was told, closing her eyes as she relaxed into him.  All was as it should be with his pretty little doll back by his side. 

He allowed himself to put his systems into rest mode, confident that Carla couldn’t get out of the tower without his express permission. He had the most peaceful rest he’d had in years but it was cut short when he felt a weight lift in his arms. His systems snapped awake as he shot up. 

He was hoping he’d get at least a week before she started acting up. He sighed, standing up and walking out of the room to go hunting for her. She couldn’t get far. It didn’t take long for him to find her, his systems not being able to smell but identifying that the scent of baking was in the air…cute. 

He walked into the kitchen, leaning against the door frame to watch as she was bent over a counter, kneading dough. 

“What you up to, sweet thing?” He asked with a smirk and she turned around with a soft gentle smile. 

“Baking bread.” 

[co-co-ocelot]

[Insert proper reason for drawing Vox laughing like a lunatic other than "hehe funny" here]

[sapphireravensworld]

The Soul is a Precious Thing IV

You know, I'm not totally sure how to feel about this chapter. It may be that I'm desensitized from all the angst/hurt and comfort fics I've read or if I've just read over this chapter so many times proofreading that I feel like it isn't doing enough to hit me in the gut like I intended it to. If it does end up making anyone feel the angst and sadness like I meant to, then I guess that's victory enough for me.

I tried making Vox as much of a manipulative, gaslighting bastard as I possibly could. I certainly hope I was able to keep him in character considering that's what he is.

Anyway, this is a little gift coming out on Easter Sunday. I hope you all have a pleasant Easter and if you're not celebrating Easter, have a nice day, anyway.

CW: manipulation, gaslighting, angst, controlling behavior, vague and obvious threats

As always, Hazbin Hotel, its characters and plot all belong to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano. My characters and my plot all belong to me. Enjoy!

Ch. 4: The Reluctant Pact

God, it was bad enough she was left in this tiny room with no food or water, but this Satan-fucking bright light was unbearable. Sawyer couldn’t get one wink of sleep since arriving at what she presumed to be VoxTek headquarters. She had already been working herself to the bone at her shop, so her energy was absolutely drained even before being brought here. At this point, even if she wanted to attempt another escape via her power, she just didn’t have the strength to do so. She could try transforming her body, but if these really were industrial-strength lightning rods, she was sure she would be sucked right into that generator they were supposedly hooked up to.

Was he telling the truth about that? Who knows. All she did know was that she couldn’t command her power the way she usually did. With her vitality draining by the day, she couldn’t afford to try such reckless stunts. On the other hand, the fact that she was losing energy meant she may very well become desperate enough to try anything before she became too weak to fight back at all.

Vox came to check in with her perhaps once a day. Without a clock or window, there was no way of telling just how long she had truly been trapped. The most she could conclude was that it’s been a few days since she first woke up. 

Aside from that, Sawyer passed the times by letting her mind wander. How were things on the outside? What about the shop? Ralph and the other employees? What about Jean? The poor thing has to be worried to death at this point. Yet another reason to get out as soon as possible:  if the VoxTek products coming through their business was what pissed Vox off to begin with, there was no telling what he’d do if business continued as usual. They’d have no way of knowing that he may very well come for them all and Lucifer forbid if Jean were there if and when that happened-!

The door slid open revealing Vox with quite the large grin on his face. His showman smile, she saw it as: one that manipulative bastards like him would use to charm their way to get what they wanted. There was something different about this one, though. It seemed he had something up his sleeve this time. 

“Good evening, my dear. How are we doing?” 

“Wretched.” 

“That so? You do look the part. You should really take better care of yourself.”

An irritated growl grated from her throat, which only made Vox chuckle in amusement, “Just a suggestion. No need to tear my throat out.” 

“If tormenting me was all you came to do, I’d much rather be left to rot alone…”

“That’s unfortunate. The offer is still on the table, you know. All of this ‘torment’ as you call it, can come to an end. You just have to say the word-”

“ No .” 

His grin fell in a deadpan expression, “You’re certainly not easy to buy, are you? I can respect that, at least to some degree. You’re sure I can’t convince you otherwise?”

Her glare intensified, making him throw his hands up in mock surrender as his grin returned,

“I’m just saying I would be doing you a huge favor, taking all of that responsibility off of your shoulders. After all, running a business and being a parent can be quite taxing, or so I’ve heard.”

Sawyer’s blood suddenly ran cold and her breathing hitched, which Vox picked up on. She swallowed the lump in her throat and inquired,

“...What are you talking about?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t know. I never had any. Glad I never did. Little brats take up too much time, time I’d need to devote to my empire. No offense to you, of course. There’s no shortage of people trying to do it all, but they end up going belly-up eventually. You, on the other hand, have managed to do where most people inevitably fail-”

“That’s not the part I meant and you know it! What gave you the idea that I have a child?!”

She was getting frantic and emotional, quite unlike the stoicism she had displayed in her past encounters. Vox smirked inwardly at the conclusion that his gambit had paid off. He’d found her Achilles’ heel, the chink in her otherwise impenetrable armor. And now was the time to exploit it. 

With a flick of his claw, he transferred the damning evidence onto one of the screens. A second later, Jean’s voicemail replayed for all in the room to hear. Upon hearing her voice, Sawyer’s gaze snapped to the screen which played the recording. Shock, horror, apprehension. All of this was evident on her face as the message played out. Once it was over, her eyes locked back onto Vox as he continued,

“Sounds like a sweet girl you have there, dollface. Cute name, too. Is Jean short for anything or is that it?”

The flabbergasted expression disappeared and was replaced by one of pure rage, glowing eyes, hair, and resounding growl to boot. The glow in both was considerably dimmer than he remembered, showing just how weak she had gotten in such a short period of time. And although the fear disappeared from her face, it certainly remained in her eyes. She was at her weakest, her most desperate, and fully backed into a corner. The perfect circumstances for a deal to be made as long as he played his cards right.

“Hey, hey. Let’s not get violent. I’m just asking simple questions. I am curious, after all. Reading through those ratings and reviews, I can only assume that this ‘cute cashier’ is your daughter. She’s quite popular with the customers. Outside of the generic or inappropriate reviews, there are plenty complimenting her work. Apparently, she’s quite tech savvy, almost as much as you are, apparently.” 

Sawyer’s stomach was dropping further and further with each sentence in which he spoke of her child. The way he was speaking was sounding so many alarm bells in her head that she could feel her ears ringing. She had a sinking feeling that she knew exactly where the conversation was going.

“And hey, you say you’re not interested in my offer. That’s fine. I do wonder, though, if your daughter would be interested in the job.”

Her eyes widened, “You wouldn’t!” 

Vox grinned once more, this time quite smugly and responded with an edge in his voice, “What? Isn’t it a good thing that she’s talented enough to be scouted by the biggest and the best? Surely as a mother, you don’t want to keep your kid bound to that little rinky-dink workshop for the rest of her afterlife when she can move on to bigger and better things, do you?”

“I won’t allow it! She’d never follow someone like you, anyway! Especially when she finds out what you’ve done.” 

“Ah, so you mean to tell her everything that’s happened, then? That’s fine. I’ll just have to have a talk with her about my side of the story. I think she’ll come to see firsthand ȟ̵̤ơ̶̧w̶͈̕ ̶̺͑p̶̧̑e̵͔͌ȓ̷̬s̷͙̚u̸̥̐a̴͕̓s̵͙̀í̶̝v̵͈͗e̴̘̒ ̵͕͆I̷̘͐ ̶̩̎c̸̬̔a̴͍̾ñ̶̢ ̴̢̔ḇ̸̉ḛ̴̑. ”

Vox showcasing the hypnotic spirals from his left eye was all it took to relay his intent. Sawyer seemed to be immune to his influence, but was Jean? No, she couldn’t allow him to have that chance to find out. She wouldn’t allow it.

“I won’t let you! And as long as I’m here, you won't be able to find her!” 

“I suppose that’s true, but why don’t we let her decide for herself, shall we? All it’ll take is a single text. You don’t mind if I use this, right?” 

From his pocket, he pulled out a phone. Not his phone, but Sawyer’s work phone. It was at this point that Sawyer began to physically thrash in her seat as his claws were tapping away, presumably creating the text. Oh, she was so close to breaking, he could taste it. 

“You can’t!”

“Well, I actually can. The poor thing clearly misses her mother so much. I’m in a generous mood, so why shouldn’t I help the two of you reunite? I’ll just instruct her to come here for us to meet. It really is no trouble at all-”

“DON’T!” 

With her outburst, Vox’s grin became triumphant as he turned to her. Breathing heavily, Sawyer was trembling from exhaustion. Sweat dripped down from her brow and her gaze was downcast, but even he could see that her eyes were wide open. 

“Don’t?”

“Don’t…please…anything but that…”

Her voice had broken, and so had she, it seemed. Setting the phone down, Vox approached her once more,

“I imagine now we finally understand each other, don’t we?”

She clenched her fists, “Yes...”

“So, are we ready to negotiate?”

“...Yes.” 

“Excellent. Now, shall we step into my office? A utility room is hardly the place for such an important occasion, but before we do…”

He grabbed her chin, directing her broken gaze up to his own. His grin had vanished, and his voice was laced with ice and malevolence, “Keep this in mind:  if you try to pull anything before this deal is done, I will tear apart that pitiful little shack you call a business, brick by brick and board by board. And when I’m done with that, I will personally track down that little brat of yours and make her soul mine, whether she wants it or not. You can try to stop me, but you’d barely have a chance at your strongest, let alone in the sorry state you’re in now. Do I make myself clear?”

She hated to admit it, but he was right. As shitty of a man as he was, he was a shitty man with a lot of power and resources at his disposal. She was able to repel most of the threats that came anywhere near Jean, but she knew she was nowhere near the most powerful sinner around. It was one of the main reasons she decided not to expand past the original shop:  having money and power was nice, but it also put a target on your back. She wouldn’t dare do it to herself or to Jean.  

He’d follow through on his threat. She was certain of it. 

“Crystal,” she ground out, seething but with far less bite than before. 

His smirk returned, oozing with condescension while patting her cheek, “That’s the spirit. I think you’ll find that working for me can be such a pleasant experience. Or not. That all depends on you in the end.” 

With a swipe of his hand, her restraints disappeared. She removed any traces of rubber from her body. She’d be feeling the chaffing for a while. 

“Well, shall we proceed?” 

His outstretched hand came into her view, drawing her eyes to his. She narrowed them before pushing herself out of her seat, stumbling a bit before willing herself to stand on her own. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” 

~

The air was chilly in the CEO’s office, somehow even colder than it was in the utility room. Shadows passed over the room as the sharks in Vox’s aquarium casually swam. Vox was sat in his seat at his desk and Sawyer sat on the other side. The light was low, which she was grateful for; the only sources being the aquarium, the floor lights, and the glowing, cyan contract sitting between the two.

“So, I’ve laid my terms out. Let’s hear yours.” 

“First and foremost, I’d like my phone returned to me, if you please.”

With a hum, Vox pulled the device from his jacket pocket. He had a look of obvious disgust as he slid it across his desk which she was quick to swipe, “That thing is archaic as hell. Don’t worry, all of my employees are given the latest in state of the art technology. I don’t want to see that thing in this building after today.” 

Sawyer rolled her eyes and tried not to snap back as she pocketed the hellphone. He folded his hands together, elbows on his desk, awaiting her to proceed,

“You’re not to lay a hand on her. I swear, you so much as harm a single hair on her head-”

“Yikes. You certainly had that one on retainer. I expected something like that. Since I’ll have your soul, what incentive do I have to go after some kid? If that’s what you really want, though, we’ll get it in writing.”

“No.”

He arched a brow at her, “No?”

“I’m not fucking stupid. I’ve seen plenty on the way up her to know it’s not just you. I don’t want you or anyone you associate with hurting her. Not even a scratch. I don't trust you and that extends to the company you keep.” 

As annoying as it was that she knew her stuff, he had to admit that it was refreshing to have someone around that knew what the hell they were doing. 

“I can manage that. You have my word that neither myself nor any of my associates will harm her. Not even a scratch. I’ll even throw in a bonus. If somehow, some way that does happen, you’re more than free to step in and retaliate on her behalf. You’ll be allowed to do whatever is necessary to deal with the threat that caused her any harm. How’s that sound?”

Narrowing her tired eyes, Sawyer inquired, “Why suggest that?”

“I told you that working for me can be quite pleasant if you allow it. Of course, if you don’t want it in there, I don’t have to add it.”

“No, it’s fine.”

With a flick of his claws, the amendment was made, “What else?”

“I don’t want you or these ‘associates’ using any sort of mind tricks on her like you tried to on me to force a deal. None of that mind control, hypnosis, drug trips or any of that. Anything that puts her in a state where she can’t consent.” 

“Really? All of this for one little soul? You’re certainly the careful type.” 

“If I’m signing my soul away, then it really shouldn’t concern you what I’m asking for or why.” 

He shrugged, adding the amendment, “Fair enough. All the things you’ve listed so far are well within my power to grant. You should show some gratitude.” 

“Maybe I will once the emotional blackmail is over.” 

“It won’t even be a worry as long as you behave yourself. Now, we’re getting off topic. Is there anything else?”

“Hmm. If I’m really coming to work for you, you’d better make good on your word about that compensation. I’m giving up an entire business to become someone’s underling, so I expect to be paid as such.” 

“Of course. If you’re really as good as I’ve heard, you’re easily worth at least what ten of my subordinates would be. In fact, I may just be able to let ten of them go once your paperwork is processed. Though, there is one thing I’m going to need to add:  I love that power of yours, I really do, but I’m afraid you’ll need limiters while you’re on the clock. I can’t have you electrocuting every dipshit who stupidly decides to swat you on the ass.” 

Ugh. This man was the absolute worst. This entire situation gave her the worst case of the ick. After all this time running her own business, of being her own boss, now she was giving all of it up to work for this pompous, egomaniacal sociopath. And not only work for him, she would be bound to him till the end of time, or at least until one of them was dead. 

“Fine. I’ll agree to that, but I have one final condition.”

Vox leaned back in his chair, awaiting for her to continue, “Let’s hear it.”

“You’re free to spy on me all you want here, but outside of this building, my personal life is off limits. No tails following me, no trackers or spyware in any of the tech I receive, no wiretaps or cameras. None of that.”

Sawyer jerked back a bit as Vox’s head sparked, his left eye spiraling and his claws scratching the surface of his desk. She could tell by his disgruntled expression and glitching that this was something he would be hard pressed to agree to. Finally, he released his grip and replied,

“I’m afraid that’s a tricky one. I require all my employees to be available at all times for any and all incidents that occur within the workplace.”

“I can be reached just fine without having to have my location known at all times. Is this doable or not?”

“...It is technically doable. Unfortunately, I have plenty of things that go on in this building that need to stay in this building. I value loyalty, remember? So, how about this: a confidentiality pact. You will be forbidden from disclosing anything considered sensitive information outside of this building. Of course, you’re free to discuss those things with me, but that’s it. I think that’s a fair compromise.” 

“Only if my privacy is guaranteed outside of this building.”

“...Of course. I haven’t forgotten that little detail.”

That was probably the best she was going to get out of him. He obviously had all the signs of a control freak if she’s ever seen one. 

With the final amendment made, Vox smiled as he slid the cyan tablet towards her along with a stylus. Sawyer heaved a heavy sigh as it slid into her hand. This was it. All she could do now was pray and hope that she had done all she could to protect Jean. 

Her hand moved swiftly, ripping to proverbial band aid off, 

N. Sawyer

“Ah ah ah,” Vox tutted, clearing the signature line.. “You’re full name, please.”

Glowering at him, she sighed as she signed once more,

Nadine Sawyer

With the final letter written, the tablet vanished. Sawyer gasped as she felt a tugging around her neck as if something was being torn away. There was an uncomfortable tightness around her throat. Her eyes widened as a bright cyan chain formed across the desk, ending right in Vox’s hand which he happily snatched into his grasp.

“Welcome to VoxTek. I expect big things from you, Nadine.” 

~

Sawyer grumbled to herself as she washed her hands in one of the building’s restrooms. She was at least away from her new boss for the time being. All that was keeping him on her mind were his parting words as she left his office,

“I’d go get some rest if I were you. You start on Monday.”

Now that she could reconnect with the outside world, she found that it was Friday, giving her the entire weekend. And even now, dusk was approaching fast. That was hardly enough time, but now that she was on his leash, it would have to be enough time. She certainly had no interest in staying in this God forsaken place any longer than was necessary. 

Cupping her hands, she gathered the cool water which she then splashed on her face. She had little to work with for her to freshen up, but it would have to do until she returned home. The home where Jean was likely awaiting her return. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll be home soon.” 

The paper towels were of fair enough quality, she supposed. Nothing worth scratching her face, but at least enough to pat it dry. Even with this, she probably still looked like a wreck. Though one would look like such a sight when they’ve been deprived of sleep with barely any food and water. 

She took a good look in the mirror, ready to pep talk herself to put on a happy face for Jean’s sake-!

Cyan eyes stared back at her, causing her to shriek and throw a fist right between those eyes. The next thing she knew there were mirror shards on the floor and counter, some of them stained with blood. Her hand was brought into her view, and she recoiled at the sight of her hand now bloody and wounded with shards still lodged in her skin. 

Her breathing was heavy and fast when she did a double take in what was left of the mirror. The cyan pupils were there once again, but she realized that they were not Vox’s eyes. They were hers. Her pupils really changed from their normal yellow to a bright cyan. Her uninjured hand reached up, shakily tracing along the cyan outline that had appeared around her right eye. 

That same hand immediately went to her mouth in a poor attempt to muffle her sobbing. Her other hand clenched into itself, only wounding herself further. She fell backwards until she hit the wall, sliding down to the floor. It was honestly a good thing she decided on using one of the single-use restrooms lest anyone could walk in to witness her breakdown. 

She sold her soul and gave up everything she had built for the sake of her child. Keeping Jean safe was worth it, that she was certain of, but now Sawyer was stuck with an ugly, permanent reminder of what she had done. She had been broken and rendered helpless, and she’ll feel that any time she sees her reflection. 

Life, indeed, was full of harsh, unforgiving lessons to be learned. And you were never too old or too experienced to learn them.

~

Jean slumped into the couch, the television showing…she actually didn’t know. It was all background noise to her. Day four was coming to an end since she last saw her mother. She still hadn’t heard from her. All of her messages were seen as delivered and her voicemails went unanswered.

The young woman sighed, her eyes drifting down to the arm warmers she was mindlessly tugging at. It did make her smile a bit. Sawyer could tell that having to see those scars made her terribly upset. They were, after all, a painful reminder of what she had done to herself. To remedy this, Sawyer had gifted her some arm warmers to keep them covered. It was quite difficult to find a good size for her due to her enlarged forearms, but she eventually came upon a business that did custom orders. She would go there from time to time to place orders with different colors and patterns. It was pricey, but it felt worth it in the end.

The front door clicked as it was unlocked, creaking as it opened. Jean’s eyes snapped open and she bolted up, rounding the couch to get to the main corridor. Her back was turned, but it was, indeed, her mother.

“Mom! You’re back! I missed you so much!” 

She sprinted down the hall, pouncing on her with a desperate embrace just as she was turning to face her. Jean pressed her cheek against her mother’s chest as she squeezed her tightly. Sawyer tensed upon the contact and even hesitated to reciprocate. Slowly, she did and, all of a sudden, everything felt right with the world, even if it was still Hell. 

“I missed you too, Jeannie. So, so much.”

Jean’s smile grew, tilting her head up, “How was the business trip, mom-!”

She paused, taken off guard, “Mama, what happened to your eyes? They’re so…different. It���s a good kind of different, but…”

“I-it’s nothing to worry about, sweetie,” Sawyer absentmindedly had her bandaged hand over her right eye which then went to cradle Jean’s head against her once more.

“Um, mom? You look really tired. Maybe you should go lie down…”

Instinctively, her mother pulled her closer. Heaving a sigh, Sawyer buried her face into Jean’s navy hair,

“I will, Jean. Just…just let me hold you for right now. My baby…”

Jean was here. She was here and she was safe. And she would do anything and everything in her power to keep it that way. 

“Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

She didn’t even know when the tears began. It seemed that she still had some left to shed even after the meltdown she had only a short while ago. Her breath was shaky and Jean could feel her hair becoming damp.

“We can talk about it later. I’m just happy to be here with you, honey." 

~

Honestly, I was unsure about a few things in this chapter. I guess you could argue that three days was too short to keep Sawyer before she complied with Vox, but I also thought onto Jean's character and just how much she emotionally depends on her mother. Of course she'd want to try to reach her after three days of no contact.

I can imagine that Vox had the patience to play the long game if it meant getting such a powerful soul under his belt, but also that he'd rather have it sooner than later. He found some blackmail and he went for it.

Anywho, there is probably going to be a bit of a longer wait for the next chapter since I'll be working on the sister story to this one. Eventually, the events of both stories will build up to them merging at a later date. I hope that this can satisfy in the meantime.

@a-hazbin-reader

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Vox are you overcompensating for something?

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A/N: I lied. Originally, this was only supposed to be a one shot turned three-parter. But now...

SUMMARY: Your boss, Vox, 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.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, assistant!reader, dom!reader, sub!Vox, dual POV, hating your boss to confused h*rny, reader is extremely sleep deprived and is so done with Vox's shenanigans, mutual attraction, pining, handj*b, light bondage

<- PREV

At first, you were sure that Valentino was in the office, locked in a passionate embrace with your boss. The moans seeping through the closed door were unmistakable. Pressing your ear against the door, you tried to make sense of the sounds. 

All you could hear were your boss's moans, deep and throaty. Your mind conjured up an image of him, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, jerking off while watching the stock of his company going up.  

A bubble of giggling erupted from you, while heat flushed your face at the thought. You were being ridiculous, and clearly fatigue had finally consumed the rest of your sanity.  

Blinking away at the image of your boss touching himself, you tried to rub the tiredness away from your eyes. This was absurd. Your boss, the very picture of professionalism, wouldn’t be pleasuring himself while you were forced to work overtime. After all, that would be an incredible dick move – but then again, it was something you could see him doing. 

You looked down at the gibberish mess of the Angelic Security report and called upon the resolve you once had before you heard your boss’s moans. Raising your hand to knock on the door, you hesitated. The idea of interrupting such an intimate moment filled you with dread. The awkwardness that would linger for the rest of your days until your contract was up rendered you immobile.  

Perhaps, it was best to come back later when the lewd sounds had ceased.  

Just as you decided to walk away, you froze. Your boss’s voice, Vox’s voice, called out your name, mingling with his moans like a prayer. Instinctively, you checked your Vwatch, heart pounding in your chest.  

There was no message from Vox asking for assistance. Could it be? Was he hurt and couldn’t call you for help? Guilt churned within you as you felt like a jerk and a pervert for even imagining your boss in such a compromising situation. He may have been a total asshat as of late, but he cared about his image of being a perfect picture of professionalism above all else.  

Muttering curses under your breath, you remembered how you had warned him time and time again about the safety hazards in his office. It wasn’t normal to have a goddamn chasm around his desk.  

Bursting through the door, the room was illuminated by the glow of the monitors, casting eerie shadows across the floor. There laid Vox on the ground, writhing, his hips jerking upward and his back arching as he moaned without reservation. Your name spilled out continuously from his lips, a desperate litany.  

Mind hazed with confusion; you walked over the narrow bridge to the centre platform as you slowly tried to register what you were seeing. Your eyes widened as you realized Vox was tangled in a mess of wires. His shirt had ridden up, revealing the deep navy blue of his skin, and his abdomen flexed with each involuntary movement. Your gaze drifted lower until you were met with a prominent bulge in his pants, strangled by the black wires. The sight left you rooted in place, unsure whether to speak up or walk away without a word.  

“Holy fu-fuck!” Vox yelped, his voice distorting into a toneless machine-like sound. Your gaze snapped to his face, where an expression of shock flickered, his eyes and mouth glitching into blocky, pixelated shapes before reforming into proper features.  

He struggled against the wires, his movements different now, more desperate and frantic. Your brain felt like it had short-circuited. There was no way you had just caught your boss in such a compromising position while he left you to fucking slog through overtime. 

Right? 

“Uh, a little help here?” Vox’s voice broke through your daze. He looked sheepish; his body constricted by the cords, like a snake coiling around its prey.  

You blinked, trying to digest the scene in front of you. Slowly, you realized that you must be so exhausted that you had actually passed out at your desk. This had to be a dream. A vivid, bizarre, horny-fuelled, lucid dream. Taking a hesitant step forward, you teetered between trying to wake up or playing this out in your mind as a source of entertainment. It had been a while since you dreamed of anything sexual.  

“Wh-why are you looking at me like that?” Vox’s voice wavered, his awkward laugh filling the room. His eyes darted nervously before landing on your face.  

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied, your lips curling into a wide grin. “I’ll help you.” Kneeling beside him, your fingers drifted to his pants. Grabbing his hardened clothed cock, Vox immediately jerked his hips towards you. He stayed silent save for his harsh breaths. You tugged on the cord, marvelling how it pulled tightly between his legs. 

A groan escaped Vox, who shuddered, struggling to control his hips. “Did that hurt?” you whispered, gripping his shaft harder.  

“Ah, fuck,” Vox moaned, closing his eyes. His hips rolled involuntarily. “You might…ah…have to pull harder,” he gasped out. 

You were now 100% convinced this was a dream. There was no way in hell Vox would ever let you get away with grabbing his cock like this – much less enjoying it.  

“Boss,” you murmured, slowly stroking his member, feeling the heat diffusing through his pants. “Are you aware of what I’m doing to you right now?” Your hand drifted lower, pressing your palm against his balls.  

Panting heavily, Vox opened his eyes to look at you. “Yeah,” he choked out. “I do.” 

Biting your lower lip, your fingers unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped them. You pushed the cords down his hips until it was wrapped around his thighs. It was time to see how your inner consciousness imagined Vox’s dick. You always thought he was a robot of some sort, considering the TV for his head.  

“Are–” He spoke, then paused. Your hands froze from fully revealing him. Turning away from your task, you looked at your boss’s face, his screen flickering with static. “Are you sure you want to continue this?” he asked softly. For a moment, you saw that same face of vulnerability from earlier.  

Your fingers lightly pressed against the shaft of his cock, one layer separating you from touching him bare. “Yeah,” you mumbled, moving your fingers to grip the band of his boxers.  

You knew you were essentially having a sex dream with your boss, and if that was what your body craved, you might as well enjoy it – feelings be damned.  

Before you pulled down his boxers, you stopped short. A niggling thought wormed its way to the front of your mind. What if this wasn’t a dream? Everything felt real – the heat from the monitors, the thrum of anticipation and nervousness buzzing in your veins, the sound of his breaths echoing in the office. Your senses were acutely engaged.  

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked quietly. Internally, you were bemused that you were asking permission from your boss when earlier you had imagined giving him a cock-and-ball torture. But, if this wasn’t a dream, if this was real, then you were going to be in so much trouble once clarity reached both you and Vox. As your hands pulled away from his boxers, Vox’s voice struck you, freezing you in place. 

“No, no, I don’t want you to stop. Keep…” his voice was so much meeker than usual, devoid of its usual power and arrogance. “… Keep going.” 

A bitter smile curled on your lips. Your boss was asking you to keep going? Despite being in a romantic relationship with his shitty moth boyfriend? Despite being a cold asshole for the past few weeks? Despite making it crystal clear that he wasn’t interested in you and never would be? 

The contradiction gnawed at you, but your hands resumed their movements. You unwrapped him slowly, each inch revealing more of the truth behind your boss’s polished exterior. The vulnerability in his voice, the raw need in his eyes – it was a side of him you’d never seen before – a side you would never see outside the boundary of your mind.  

A giggle escaped your lips. How pathetic that you were dreaming of him in this state. The giggle morphed into a laugh as you pulled down his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. The shaft was navy blue like the rest of his skin, but the tip was cyan, emitting a faint, soft glow. As for the length, it seemed almost like wishful thinking, considering how sizable he was. Your palm pressed against his cock, and Vox sighed as if in relief.  

“I haven’t heard you laugh in a while,” he murmured, experimentally rubbing his cock against you. Its silken heat caressed the palm of your hand, and you felt the ridge and the wet arousal smearing your skin from his sensitive head.  

“Geez, I wonder why,” you replied, acid layering your tone as you tightened your hold on his cock, stopping him from seeking any further pleasure. Suddenly, you felt the hard point of his claw grazing your hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Vox asked, and you heard the manufactured concern in his voice.

Fuck, you hated him.  

You hated him so much.  

“It means you’ve been a real asshole lately,” you shot back, your grip around him tightening. Vox winced, a mixture of pain and pleasure flickering across his face. His open expression only deepened your frustration.  

“Ah fuck – ah,” he moaned, “don’t – ah, stop,” the plea sounding genuine despite the circumstances.  

A part of you wanted to pull away, to break free from this twisted dream, but another part, the part fuelled by anger and desire, wanted to see him crumble. You leaned in closer to his face. “You think you can say all that shit to me and then ask me to help you jerk off?” you spat, dark amusement colouring your tone.  

“S-sorry,” Vox blurted out, his voice cracking. “I need this… I need you.” 

You stopped, his words flash freezing your muscles to remain stiff and numb, yet it fucking hurts all at the same time. The raw honesty in his words cut through your anger. You loosened your grip, your hand beginning to move again, stroking him with deliberate slowness.  

Instead of answering, you decided to deal with his annoying hand that was trailing a path down your side, soft and gentle, emitting a false sense of care. You wanted it gone – all of it. Pulling your hand away from his cock and his touch as if it burned, you straddled his hips, just above his cock. With the loose cords surrounding you, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. Vox looked at you with a silly grin plastered across his face. 

“I didn’t know you were into this,” Vox chuckled warmly, and it brought you back to the days when it was just you and him in the empty office, the gates of heaven floating high up in the sky as your sole witness as you fell in love with him.  

Before nostalgia and the corresponding feelings of your unrequited love could infect you with worthless sentimentality, you grinned and said, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You pulled the wire tight around his wrists, harder than you should. His face flashed with a small grimace before returning to its happy expression.  

“Are you into this?” you asked, befuddled that Vox was weirdly compliant in all of this. But then again, this was your dream, so of course he would be into this – or rather, you were into this.  

“I’m into you,” Vox purred, shifting his hips and pressing his erection against you.  

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, making your heart race. This was your dream, your fantasy, and yet it felt so real, so visceral.  

Your mind felt like it short-circuited again. Your hands drifted down to his shoulders, and you pressed your forehead against his. Tiny static sparks licked your skin while strands of your hair stuck to his monitor-like face. Your eyes focused on the rest of his eyes, with cyan blue outlining his right eye. Your eyes watered and your nose stung as your gaze drifted to his smile, unbidden and free.  

Ah...it seemed you weren't successful with killing your feelings for him after all. Not in the waking world.

Not even within your dreams.

If you were helpless in the face of your desires, then you might as well enjoy this. You were going to wake up sticky with your own pathetic arousal the next morning. You were going to speed through your last six months, enduring his true jackass nature, enduring your unresolved feelings for him.  

Vox’s smile widened, his breath mingling with yours. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, the gentleness in his voice contrasting sharply with his usual demeanour.  

“Nothing,” you whispered, swallowing down all the words your past naive self wanted to say.

Slowly you pulled back from his face, and with a slow lick of your bottom lip, you undid each button of your blouse one by one. His eyes were trained on your fingers, a faint tremor running through his body and into you. His cock pressed insistently against your backside, twitching uncontrollably.  

Once your contract was up, you were going to relish the feeling of dropping the Vwatch in front of his feet.  

Your blouse fell open, revealing the skin beneath, and Vox’s eyes darkened with desire. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he watched you, entranced. You shrugged the blouse off your shoulders and tossed it to the floor. A shiver went down your spine as you felt the intensity of his gaze following your every movement.  

Once your contract was up, you were going to walk away from VoxTek, away from him, without a single glance back.  

“You like what you see?” you teased, your voice husky.  

Vox swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine awe.  

A smug smile tugged at your lips. You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall away.  

“Fuck,” he whispered as his eyes roamed greedily over your bare body.  

You stood up, your feet planted next to his sides. Beneath your pencil skirt, you slowly dragged your underwear down, drinking up the expression of pure torment crossing over Vox’s face.  

Tilting your head to the side, you looked down at him. “Do you want me?" you asked with a grin. Despite the playful note colouring your tone, a small part of you braced yourself to be rejected by him - standing guard against a dream that could easily morph into a nightmare.

“I want you more than anything,” Vox breathed, his voice trembling, “more than anything,” he repeated, emphasizing his words.  

Running your hand through your hair, a bitter chuckle of self-pity coated your throat. You straddled him once again, with your skirt riding up around your waist. His gaze immediately locked in on your bare, wet cunt pressed against his cock.  

If this was a dream, then you wanted to be vulnerable and weak just for tonight. You wanted to let go of the pretense that you didn't want him.

If this was a dream, you wanted to allow yourself to be consumed by your love, unbidden and free like the smile that lit up his features.

If this was a dream, you hoped that you wouldn't recall this the next morning...

...because once your contract was up, you were never going to think of him, much less dream of him.  

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© Fanart of Vox by@glitterypeachy

[agerasiaa]

A crack fic about Lucifer, Vox and Husk making an Alastor Hate Club. And it’s just them once a week bonding over how much they hate Alastor and Husk realizes more and more how he doesn’t actually hate Alastor and is bitter about it, Lucifer randomly trauma dumps about his tragic life, and by each meeting Lucifer and Husk notice how Vox’s sheer hate borderlines on obsession and they share awkward glances every time he starts ranting and shows them his Alastor shrine or something. And when he makes some comments like “Alastor does this and that every day” (some very specific detail about him only a stalker/someone with a long history with Al would know) and the other two are like “how do you know” and he’s like “I just do.”

[purgatorysanctuary]

Benefactor Vox just makes sense

Like, how Alastor handles the hotel makes NO sense to me,, Like he actively antagonizes everyone and shows complete disinterest he cannot stand that hotel,,

Meanwhile, Vox actually schmoozes his way around!! Vox makes himself likable!! He endears himself to Charlie!! He kisses the ass of the hotel patrons!! He brings over TWO patrons (Angel and Baxter)!! Like, Vox makes an effort to rub elbows bc he’s THAT charismatic! He KNOWS endearing himself will pay off in the long run!!

[pareris]

You know this scene?

Ofc you do.

Now please look at Val's face:

and at Vox's:

Idk but yall but this is all the proof I need to say that these two were making out before this.

BECAUSE LOOK OKAY, SURE THE LINES ARE KINDA INCONSISTENT IT FLICK IN AND OUT OF VOXS DESIGN BUT WE DONT SEE VALENTINO WITH THAT LINE ANY OTHER TIME

NO LINE.

BUT HERE?????

LINE. LINE. LINE.

[adams-sinful-wings]

Hey vox, why did you impregnate able

Vox: Simple. Power. Any blind man can see the resemblance between Abel and Lucifer. That makes him Prince of Hell and heir to the throne. Not that bleeding heart princess. Plus Abel is an angel. With his very essence I can rule over Hell! ((Also he’s cute))

[velvetteunderground]

something i've been thinking about is how staticmoth is a really rich ground for exploring how, exactly, people end up like this.

abusers quite often have their own history of being abused. like. obviously we don't know anything canonical about their backstories, but i would not be shocked at all if vox's trauma revolved around being neglected or ignored, or being held to impossible standards and punished for not meeting them. likewise, it's extremely likely that valentino himself was sexually abused and exploited.

in their lives, they had opportunities and choices to process that trauma, or at least, not to enact it on others, but they didn't take them. in life they chose to do unto others what was was done unto them, and after they were sent to hell, they chose to continue doing those things- and are rewarded for it.