#[[ ANYWAY this is the guy you're head over heels for Vox ]]

[countlessrealities]

@holoharbinger gets a thing 'cause I've been too mean to Vox since we started to interact lately, so here's a...well, not mean thing?

In hindsight, choosing "cleaning day" as the chance to allow his self-appointed rival to visit the Hotel hadn't been Alastor's greatest idea. It had seemed perfect in the moment, because it meant that everyone else was out and about, and wouldn't come back for several hours, including Vaggie. Thus, she would have never known about that little meeting of theirs.

However, on the other hand, there was one tiny detail he had failed to consider. Namely the fact that Niffty would be roaming the building in a frenzy, uncaring of anything or anyone who might find themselves in her path.

In his defence, Alastor had thought that, with how big the building was, it would have been extremely unlikely for them to bump into the hyperactive maid. Why would she be in their same wing, when there were so many other spaces in dire need of a clean up?

As they say, famous last words.

They had barely turned a corner, casually strolling towards Alastor's room for yet another promised drink, when Niffty appeared at the other end of the corridor, moving faster than a rabid hurricane.

The Radio Demon, used to the little maid's antics after years of dealing with her, smoothly stepped aside, moving close to the wall to avoid her rush, but his companion wasn't so prompt in his reaction.

Niffty literally swept Vox off his feet with her broom, knocking him forward...and straight into Alastor.

The Radio Demon acted instinctively, without thinking, and caught the body falling into his own, fingers gripping at the other Overlord's shoulders. While that surely helped doing some damage control, he wasn't fast enough to prevent his forehead to slam his forehead against the TV Demon's screen.

Alastor's own back hit the wall, but he didn't even notice, too busy freezing as his mind registered the position they had ended up in.

Vox's hands had scrambled to find a handhold, grabbing the closest they could find...which had happened the Radio Demon himself. Those blue claws had wrapped around his waist, just about his hips, their pressure far too heavy to be ignored, even with the shield of the cloth that separated his skin from them. Their chests were brushing, a hair away from being pressed up against each other and he was almost sure that one of his antlers had gotten tangled up with the other's antenna.

And yet, that wasn't even the worst part.

Red eyes went painfully wide, grin stretched across his face and frozen in both shock and paralysing uneasiness. He could hear the light hiss of Vox's fans, feel the little sparks of electricity biting at his skin where their heads touched. His own breath was washing over the other Overlord's screen, perhaps a little quicker than it should have been.

Their mouths weren't touching, thankfully, but they might have if one of them had inched just a little closer or changed the angle of their faces.

Alastor's stomach lurched, a sick bitterness rushing up to his throat, filling the back of his mouth. Not only had his personal space been brutally violated, but he was being touched against his will in too many spots for his mind to process it.

It was too much. Too much all together.

And yet, very deep down, in the darkest recesses of his brain, there was the faintest whisper saying that, maybe, it wasn't too unbearable.

Vox was steady, solid, warm. He was everything the shadows Alastor usually dwelled in weren't. The way their electromagnetic waves mixed together made up an oddly melodious cacophony and his static weaved through the other's electricity astonishingly seamlessly.

It repulsed him. It made him ill in his guts.

It fascinated him. It made him ravenous.

Abruptly, the Radio Demon melted away into the shadows, causing his companion's face to hit the wall behind him, and he materialised again several steps away.

A hysterical laughter erupted from his throat, loud and straind and high-pitched as he moved even more backwards.

"Oh my! I just remembered. There's an exceedingly urgent business that demands my attention! So very sorry, my dear, but we must cut your visit short. You can find your way back on your own, can't you?"

He didn't wait for an answer, shadows already climbing along his legs, to whisk him away.

"Until next time, old pal!"

And you can bet that he would make sure that the "next time" would not happen any time soon.

[radioisntdead]

Hey could I request a scenario where the reader is Alastor's niece and the vees have a crush and alastor's reaction to finding out as well as the Vees. Honeslty if you have it where he beats up basically goes ha no for Vals part and beats him up I'd love that

Good evening my dear after writing I'm realizing you may have meant for them to be separate categories but I went love square [???]

Warnings!!

Valentino, the Vee's being weird, OOC, Vox being a voyeuristic creep, reader has deer features

You know after aiding your favorite [and only] uncle in murder and falling to hell while your mother and grandma ascended above, having a trio of overlords falling head over heels for you was NOT on your bingo card.

You didn't notice them having a crush on you until Auntie Rosie pointed it out when Velvette had a large shipment of not only clothing mailed to you but with flowers, Vox had sent electronics and more flowers [that Alastor would have such joy destroying] and Valentino had sent you erotica.

Classy.

Velvette would be the most aggressive in getting your attention, she probably also has the biggest chance to win over your affections, shoving people out of the way to talk to you, affectionately calling you things, giving you a new woredrob every other week, flowers, personally inviting you to her fashion shows and giving you VIP seating.

Vox watches you, I imagine you at least have a phone probably not Voxtech though so I imagine it's probably slightly harder to watch you through that, but with drones and other devices he watches, probably calls you something like Doe-eyes or Dollface, he's called you mini Alastor a couple of times which you did NOT APPRECIATE, once he realizes that Alastor keeps destroying the technology he sends you he switches to flowers, with cameras in them, he sometimes teleports through them and is often met with you swinging something at him and breaking his screen, unfortunately for you he's into that.

Valentino, arguably the WORST one to have pinning over you, dude manages to pop out at the worst times offering to make you a star, asking you to warm his bedroom, uncomfortably leaning in and touching you.

You ripped off his antenna.

The three of them bicker over you in private.

Now after you figured out WHY they were sending you shit and giving you special privileges you immediately snitched to Uncle Alastor because you did NOT want to deal with the whole dumpster fire that was the Vees.

Now Alastor wasn't naive about the Vee's... Affections towards you, again they sent you a concerning amount of things, but he didn't do anything because you're an adult and you can make your own decisions.

But when you come to him saying that Valentino sent you erotica and made you uncomfortable?

Well you are his one and only niece! The only family he has down here! The least he can do is squish a little purple moth for you!

You wonder if restraining orders were a thing in hell and if they'd work.

Now the TV guy and fashionista surprisingly were NOT completely thrown off by their buddy's screams getting absolutely blasted on Alastor's radio broadcast, they kept their simping to a more low-key level with only flowers getting shipped to you from Velvette and weird love emails from Vox.

Vox for some reason thinks asking Alastor for your hand in MARRIAGE, was a good idea.

It was NOT.

He's lucky he didn't meet the same fate as Valentino.

Maybe one day you'd choose one of the remaining Vee's or both if you're into that, or maybe neither.

But for now you'd use their infatuation with you to your advantage.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed and I think it's probably obvious at this point that Velvette is my favorite out of the Vee's.

Am I ever going to write a fic where Valentino isn't injured or straight up dead in some way? No, no I'm not.

Anyways as always thank you for tuning in!

[babesway22]

“In too deep” part 4

Vox x fem!reader// NSFW 18+ // 🔞minors do not enter 🔞

Summary: After a strange week you get offered a job working for hell's biggest asshole but does he have a soft spot for you? Or is he just using you?

⚠️ ⚠️ warning for part four, guys. Detailed description of SA on our poor reader ⚠️⚠️

Tags: vox, slow burn, the assistant has to deal with his shit, powerful overlord, jealousy, hazbin hotel, v tower, Valentino is problematic, eventual p in v, smut, the reader is in need of real love, the reader is shy, assistant trope, the reader has a crush but also wants to kill him sometimes.

Notes: hi, hello, I’m new here. I have the intent for this to be a slow burn with crumbs of smut here and there until the reader and Vox have a more established relationship. Several parts for sure, or, at least until I’m satisfied that the reader is fully loved and taken care of by the angry TV man

After sauntering in, Valentino ranted for several minutes about useless whores, completely unaware of what had happened between you two. Vox, rolling his eyes, stared at you briefly “What was it you needed, Val?”

“Si carino, vamos de fiesta,” Valentino laughed, blowing a cloud of pink smoke in your direction, not being missed by Vox.

“I’ve got work to do,” Vox said disinterestedly looking down at his claws.

“You’re always fucking working, Vox. Take a break, huh? Besides, it’ll be good for the fans and our image,“ he threw his arms around Vox’s shoulders, his hands gesturing to an invisible crowd of people “To see us all out, together” shooting his eyebrows up questioningly.

“Yeah, whatever,” Vox sighed, knowing Valentino wouldn’t let up until he agreed or strangled him. Vox preferred the latter, but there was a lady present.

“Yeah? I’ll gather the car and some whores, and speaking of” he said turning to you, shit-eating grin on his face.

“fuck you, Valentino,” you said mildly, already completely used to his bullshit.

“What's the matter chica, need me to fuck you?” throwing his head back on a hearty laugh and striding towards you “You’re coming with us, I’ll even call up that, slut, angel dust for you”

You rolled your eyes at him angrily “So that’s a yes, to both?” looking down his nose and pointing to you and Vox before grabbing him and shoving him through the door, throwing over his shoulder, “Wear something slutty or I’ll kill you” his voice lilting musically down the hall.

***************

You met with angel dust before leaving, letting him pick out the most sinful dress and heels.

“Do I have to go,” you pouted pathetically staring in the mirror at the low-cut, backless, mini-dress.

“Sort of,” he laughed “You never get out anyways! Here, tell me the last time you got some, huh?” Wagging his eyebrows at you.

“It’s been like 5 mon-“

“What!?, I mean, c'mon, there's no way with a body and face like yours, that you're NOT getting fucked?” his New York accent thick and shocked, offending you slightly.

“HEY, works been, ya know, busy, and besides, the last time I went out I was drugged, remember? What if that freak is still out there” You haven’t forgotten about that moment since it happened, perhaps, adding to the excuse to not leave V tower, even for a random quickie.

“Ugh, you sound just like Vox, all work and no play, speaking of,” he said, pointing a slender pink finger at you “The kinky freak that drugged you? he had killed, heard he did it himself or somethin” he looked at you confused, “I thought he told You?”

“No” you whispered “he didn't”

“Vox is such an insufferable, ass,” angel dust laughed, grabbing you by the hips “Let's go get you laid, toots!”

***************

You and Angel Dust took a separate car, downing three shots each, of tequila. The high-quality liquor made you both carefree, chuckling and stumbling into each other as you walked through the back entrance of the club, reserved for overlords and hell’s best.

You both made it to the center of the dance floor, loud, dark electro music thumping in your chest, the tequila and closeness of other drunken bodies making sweat drip down your exposed back. You spotted Vox and Val on a new, massive, couch encircled by scantily clad women visibly desperate in their attempts to bring one, if not both overlords home. Your hazy mind was making you jealous; you turned to angel dust shouting over the loud music “More shots, angel?” gesturing to the bar.

“I’d thought you'd never ask!” he yelled back, grabbing you and pulling you through the crowd.

You both leaned over the bar, your short dress riding up your thighs earning the attention of a handsome, hell-born demon. “Can I buy you a drink, gorgeous?” he called out over the loud music. Turning around you eyed him up and down, leaning back on the bar with your elbows “I don’t know, can you?” Your voice came out sultry and warm. Angel Dust leaned down and whispered in your ear “he's hawt, I’ll be on the dance floor if you need me,” winking playfully, his tall form all but evaporating into the crowd.

The demon gestured to the bartender holding up two, clawed Fingers “Two black death’s” Turning back to you, he let his eyes roam up your slender body, making a show of you noticing “So, what’s a lady like you doing out here all alone?” his voice deep and gravely.

The bartender handed you both the light brown liquid, which you downed all at once, wincing at the strong, combined liquors that lit a fire in your throat all the way down.

“Trying to get some free drinks,” you said mischievously.

He chuckled darkly “Is that so?” two more,” he shouted back to the bartender who nodded dutifully.

***************

You were no lightweight, but your mind was swirling after the second round. Slowly, he guided you the the dance floor, a large hand possessively on your hip. The loud music picked up on a robust, electronic melody making you twirl out of his grasp on a girlish giggle, throwing your arms above your head and tossing your head back, hips slowly swaying to the beat.

Unrevealed to you, vox had his crimson eyes on you all night. Leaning back, he shoved a needy, half-naked whore off his lap, cocaine spilling on the floor along with her “Will you FUCK off”, he gritted through sharp teeth, losing sight of you in the process making his screen and eye glitch violently.

The handsome hell-born grabbed for you again, pulling you in close. His warm hands too comfortable, roaming leisurely as he slipped them into the back of your dress making you gasp when they hovered just under the swell of your breast. Turning back, confused at his boldness, you tried to pull away, but his grip was strong, hurting you. “Hey, let go-” you yelled over the loud music but he cut you off sharply, “I bought you drinks, don't be a bitch,” he yanked your back to his front, rubbing your ass on his erection. You tried again to pull yourself from his grip unsuccessfully, now angering him. “Let’s go somewhere private,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath smelling of liquor and cigarettes making you sick to your stomach. Sobering up, you looked around the room for angel dust or anyone willing to help; begging eyes landing on the stage where only Valentino sat, covered in giggling women. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Where's Vox?” you whined under your breath. Grabbing your wrist harshly, making you cry out, he pulled you through the crowd violently and out a side door Into a dark alley behind the club.

“Fuck you,” you cried out as he slammed you into the wall, making your back ache. Hot tears welled up in your eyes, blinding you.

“I like my whores feisty,” he moaned and began hiking your dress up to your hips, ripping your underwear in half, discarding them to the side, leaving you exposed.

“PLEASE, stop,” sobbing uncontrollably now. “Shut the fuck up” he slapped you across the face making you scream out in pain. You turned your face away from him, disgusted at feeling his sweaty hands touch your bare ass making the copious amount of liquor on your stomach rise, begging to come out.

“Come on bitch, give out,” he hissed, grabbing your face back harshly and kissing you.

You gagged again, trying to rip your face from his hands but his grip was too tight bruising your jaw.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, bit-b,” he studdered suddenly, blood sputtering from his throat making him cough, the hot liquid spraying onto your face and chest making you flinch. As his body began to sway he sloppily threw a bloodied hand around your neck and squeezed, to no avail. You heard a sickening crunch and more blood splattered all over your dress, this time from his chest.

“Ohh, that felt good” Vox’s devilishly arrogant voice came out from behind, making you rack out a relieved sob.

The demon slumped over and fell to the ground with an unceremonious thump. You looked up at Vox, your chest heaving and eyes wide. He was covered in blood, holding a large knife in his claws that he discarded carelessly to the side with a loud metallic clang, making you jump, your body in a state of fight or flight.

Staring down at your pitiful form, he strode towards you, kicking the body away from you with his foot, easily, a furious scowl on his face.

“I-I drank too much,” you began “I shouldn't have-sho-shouldn't hav-have. I'm so sorry,” your whole body shaking.

“Shhh,” his voice sounded like smooth static, alleviating you for the moment.

He took off his jacket and threw it around your waist. You gasped, completely forgetting how exposed you were.

“I’m so sorry Vo-,” you began, voice tired.

“Stop,” his voice coming out harsher than he intended. “I need to get you back to V tower and get you cleaned up,” he looked down at his dress shirt momentarily “And I guess me,” he sighed. “We can't make a scene. I’ll call the car around, wait for me he-”

“NO- no, no,” you interrupted him “Don't leave me, please,” your eyes wide with shock and fear.

He sighed loudly “Fuck. Okay. hold on to me,” he waved a slender hand to his side.

“What?” you stared at him incredulously.

“Come. Here.,” he gestured to his side, again, unamused.

You stumbled to his side stepping over a puddle of blood and grabbed onto him. Staring up at him you gave a soft, “Okay” making his screen glitch. His body was warm and he smelled of expensive cologne and the coppery tang of blood.

Grabbing your side tightly he warned, “Don't throw up,” but before you could challenge it you were unexpectedly filled with strong currents of electricity and pulled through the air rapidly.

***************

You landed harshly from the camera outside of Vox’s bedroom, stumbling from the residual electricity and leftover alcohol in your system. Vox catching you by the hips before you face-planted the tile.

“Did you teleport me, Vox!? What the fuck?” You said out of breath.

Setting you back down, he opened his doors for you, nodding his head inside “You said don’t leave” his voice filled with a strange, far-away, static.

Walking in you were welcomed by his usual, pristine bedroom that looked as if he didn’t use it at all, giving it a cold feeling. You shivered visibly, needing warmth.

“My bathroom is in there if you want to wash up. I’ll send some clothes up and-,” his voice trailed off as you began unzipping your dress, heading for the bathroom briskly.

Looking over your shoulder, you paused “Don’t leave me alone right now, Vox. Please” your voice pleading.

“This is the safest room in the building,” he said quietly. Looking directly into your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant,” you said disappearing into the bathroom, slipping out of your bloodied dress slowly,not worried about him seeing you uncovered. You were unemotional, completely numb.

***************

The heat from the shower burned your skin but it felt good. Slowly, you washed away the blood and painful emotions, head down you watched the water turn copper. After some time, you heard his shoes on the floor in the bathroom. You turned, water cascading off your body making soft slaps on the tile floor of the shower.

He was looking outside the door into his bedroom. His long arms crossed, still in his bloodied shirt but with his bow tie off, making his shirt fall open, leaving him somewhat exposed in the reflection of the mirror for you to see.

“Vox?”

“Hm?” His face still turned away from you.

“Why did you kill both of those men”

You saw the reflection of his screen glitching in the mirror. Opening his mouth and closing it again before replying cooly,

“Would you rather me have not killed them?”

“I wanted you to” your voice hardly audible.

He didn’t say anything but shifted his weight uncomfortably.

The silence was deafening. You could only hear the soft, rhythmic pattering of the water spraying the glass.

“Thank you. For saving me. I-I don’t know how I’ll repay you yet but-“

“Stop that,” he cut in harshly, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Stop what?” Your voice was small and unsure.

“I just- are you done?” he said, deflecting.

“Yes,” Shutting off the water and stepping out, you wrapped a large blue towel around you, hugging it to your face, desperately looking for solace.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked on a sob. Your body giving in to the emotional toll.

Vox spun around after hearing you grab the towel and looked down at you, your delicate jaw bruised and eyes red from crying. How could he tell you killing them was the only option so they wouldn’t hurt you again, that he felt like it was his fault that you stood battered before him, that he’s had a strange feeling in his chest since the day he laid eyes on you in that shit hole office. He wasn’t made for these vulnerable feelings, always shoving them down and snuffing them out upon their arrival. He was cold, unmovable in his opinions, and harsh on the tongue. An egomaniac, narcissist he would willingly admit, but you, with your expressive, soft features and heart-stopping eyes that stared at him like he hung the moon. He wanted to save that and put it in a box, cherishing it for an infinity in hell. Would he be capable of treating you the way you so desperately deserved? Certainly not, right?

“You can sleep here,” he said abruptly.

“No.. Vox, You've done enough” Suddenly you couldn't look at him, embarrassed.

Turning quicky to prevent any more useless crying you padded to his bedroom door, leaving small, wet, footprints behind. Reaching for the door, your hand turned the knob before stopping upon feeling Vox’s warmth radiating on your back. He shuffled so that his body was caging you in, placing a large hand on the door to prevent you from leaving.

Looking down at you, an eyebrow arched imploringly, “Stay” his voice was nothing but static.

“I don't have clothes here, Vox” you disputed.

“Hold on,” he stood back up his full height, disappearing into what you assumed was his closest.

A short time later, he returned. He was cleaned up, wearing a dark shirt you’d never seen before. The fabric clinging to his wide shoulders and narrow hips, distracting you momentarily as he handed you an oversized shirt.

“Here” his eyes were intense and concentrated. Making you feel warm.

He turned around, slowly. Allowing you to change.

“You don't have any cameras in here do you?” you said playfully, cutting the tension in the room.

He choked out a laugh. “No, no cameras”

Dropping the towel, you slid the large shirt over your head, shivering when the fabric touched your sensitive skin. “I’m done, thank you”

He spun around, clearing his throat, not knowing where to look. It was an interesting sight for you, such a potent overlord being unpretentious and quiet.

“You can take the bed, I’ll be on the couch in there,” he said, pointing into another large room.

But without response and before you could question yourself, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him firmly as if he would disappear. He jerked at the gesticulation, becoming rigid.

“Vox?” your voice muffled by his shirt “I know you probably don't hug, but, I need one”

Seconds passed before you felt his large hands intertwine around your back hugging you tightly to his body. You don't know how long you held each other but you grew sleepy, your limbs heavy, and your eyes unable to stay open a second longer.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered, voice hoarse as your body gave out, no energy left in your bones.

Suddenly you were weightless your body being lifted off the floor. Opening your eyes, all you saw was Vox filling your vision. His strong arms made short work carrying you to his bed. You reached a hand out brushing his bare chest gingerly, a soft “Fuck” spilling from his lips before you drifted off.

Vox, suddenly aware, was in too deep with no way back.

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships HEADCANON

Okay so staticfly-

*giggling*

Like they were friends before Val kinda dumped him right

So like hes sulking and shit

Mal enters the picture and goes "what if you spite him by making him jealous? like get aother partner or something and watch him go nuts"

Vox thought it was great.

But for this little mission he picked Mal as his "girlfriend"

Mal was like "boi what"

He was like "You're less likely to catch feelings for me anyway. I don't wanna get to know some stranger. Besides, you have no choice"

Bb gorl was like "k then."

So when Val's around, like at a club or just in public he brings her around and shows her off. They do couple stuff and shit

Aponi's like "y'all sus"

Mal's like "nonono I'm just helping him get back on Val's bs"

I mean it's probably gonna end somehow and they'll go on as normal civillians!

WRONG

One faithful night Val went to confront Mal

And hes like "i bet u don't even love him"

And she went by this speech saying she LOVES him. For his broken parts, his flaws, his mistakes, for every single time they fought, for the things he had no control of, for the peace she couldn't have because of Val, for everything he's been through and they're currently going through right now.. she LOVES him for.. him.

She thought she was just acting but uh oh.

Those were real feelings

And VOX overheard it all.

He was like ○_○... then he thought "That's a lie. No one could love me like that. She's just acting."

Acting my non-existent ass.

Eventually he stepped in to make Val even more livid

After the incident they both were like-

"Uh oh."

And one day Vox was just doing the "boyfriend" things he only does to Mal to make Val jealous.

Like-

Vox: hey. *backhugs Mal*

Mal: ?? ....Val's not here.

Vox: ....r i g h t. *gets off of her and clears his throat*

Vox, internally: uh oh.

OH BUT WAIT

Hes not convinced hes inlove with her yet. He thinks he likes the attention and being domestic w her for fun and revenge.

Hes like "maybe she has things I would hate. maybe she eats pasta with her bare hands. Maybe she would throw up on my shirt and that would turn me off. Just wait for something to turn me off. Wait for it... WAIT.."

It never came.

"It's just infatuation! I'll get over it any day now!"

But he never fell for her attention. He fell for her as a person.

Outside their hangouts, when shes literally just minding her buisness having a life outside of him, my guy is head over heels.

Mal only started falling when she realized that that arguement with Val a year ago was not acting.

Likeeeee- them slowly pining over each other scared if their feelings aren't true and scared if their feelings MIGHT be true.

They're like "NOPE. NO. NOT GONNA HAPPEN! but they make hell a little less bad- NOOOO!!!!"

L I K E.