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valentinoappreciator · 2 months

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Vox / Female reader / Valentino electro smut 💞

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x female reader x Valentino

Rating: E for explicit

Word count: 3.8k

Tags (among others): erotic electrostimulation, gags, chains, dirty talk, threesome (F/M/M), spitroasting, actually proofread (by me, but still!!!), aphrodisiacs

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane, title: Gagged and Chained

Author's notes: everything is consensual <3 although, one could maybe doubt HOW the consent was obtained 🤭 anyway, here goes!

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Not for the first time tonight, you wonder how Vox and Valentino have gotten you into this setup. Damn their silver tongues and promises of a good time!

Tied to Valentino’s bed, spread-eagle style, with heavy iron chains, you’re gagged. You’re not blindfolded, as Vox had initially suggested. More entertaining, more fun for us if she can’t see what’s happening, Val! he had said, but Valentino had insisted that they be able to see the fear and misery in your eyes.

So, here you are. Tied up and gagged, you make a series of pathetic, muffled sounds as Vox straddles your naked body. He’s grinning widely, his pale blue teeth looking not unlike a shark’s and his red eyes wide with delight as you squirm slightly.

“Really, darling?” Valentino chides from his couch. He sits with his legs and wings spread obscenely wide, displaying all of him, and holds a cigarette to his lips with one hand. Casually, so casually, he takes a deep drag of it, exhaling red smoke out into the already foggy room.

Maybe that’s why you’re not struggling. Not as much as you should be, anyway.

“Fighting your boss? That’s not a very good look on you.”

You whine pitifully. A shiver wrecks through you as Vox strokes his sharp, claw-like fingers down your plump flanks and over your sizable breasts. A sharp inhale through the gag, and you lean your head back against the pillow.

It is, despite everything, ungodly soft and comfortable.

Your eyes flutter closed, and Vox clicks his tongue at you.

“Look at me, babe,” he demands, immediately getting what he wants. Your eyes are wide open all of a sudden.

You realize you don’t really know what is supposed to happen tonight, and you find yourself both apprehensive and shivering with anticipation.

“You can start, Voxxy,” Valentino purrs, “but remember, keep it... soft. For a start, anyways.”

You frown up at Vox. He rolls his eyes - undoubtedly by the pet name - and nonetheless reaches behind himself. Stretching his narrow, lithe body, you can’t help but think that he actually... looks kind of handsome like this. He quirks an eyebrow, and you blush. Have you blown your cover already?

“She’s blushing, Val.” His voice is mocking. You hate how much it... actually kind of turns you on.

“Good. That means someone finds you at least a little bit attractive.”

Vox rolls his eyes again. He strokes your inner thigh with the hand not supporting himself. You gasp sharply, and the muscles in your leg flex.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Voxxy.”

“Oh, unlike you, you mean?”

Valentino barks out a laugh, follows it up with, “Aren’t you being cocky tonight!”

There’s a moment of silence in the room, before Valentino purrs.

“Well? Are you just gonna admire my pretty toy, or are you gonna do what we talked about?”

Vox grits his teeth, and to you, it almost seems like he’s... regretting this? It’s something about the way his eye twitches, and the way his lips are set in a tight smile. Yet, he keeps teasing your thigh, and you hate to admit that it does do things to you.

His claws are sharp. They leave goosebumps in their wake as they scrape over your blushing flesh. For a second, the shortest of moments, you can almost feel the electricity crackling between them, sending a faint jolt through you.

But surely, that’s all just in your imagination... right?

However, there’s something in his smirk that says I know.

And your eyes widen.

Oh no. Oh no, he’s going to electrocute you, isn't he?

You start squirming again. You want to say it’s entirely out of fear, but a part of you hungers for it.

Vox grins widely.

“Oh, I think she’s catching on, Val.”

“Such a clever one,” Valentino purrs, exhaling a plume of scarlet and grinning as well. It’s so wide it seems to split his face in two. Your attention is divided between him and Vox, but when Vox’s claws move ever closer to your core, you watch him, and only him, with rapt attention.

“Good girl,” he drawls, putting his palm flat against your inner thigh, tapping his claws against your flesh one by one. It is ungodly hot, and you whimper through your gag. Your heart is beating a million miles an hour, and you feel almost queasy with adrenaline.

“There’s a reason you’re Val’s favorite,” he continues, his voice a sultry drawl, and suddenly sinks his claws into your flesh. Your yelp is muffled by the gag, but you can still squirm, and so, you do. You try to buck him off, but he’s clearly tried this before, and keeps straddling you until you’re sagging back against the mattress.

“You’re always so clever and fast to figure out what’s going to happen to you,” he cooes, slowly picking his claws out of your thigh, one by one. “You look practically sinful with your makeup all ruined and messy.” A weak whimper escapes you. You press your head back into the pillow once more, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as a wave of pleasure surges through you.

Valentino is momentarily forgotten. There’s only Vox and you, you and Vox, and you crack open an eye to peer up at him. With the light behind him, it’s almost forming a halo above his screen. It catches and reflects off the black edges. He looks... he actually does look very handsome like this. Still in his suit - how uncomfortable that must be! - he doesn't seem bothered in the slightest.

You find yourself relaxing into the mattress. Stupidly, you think, maybe he won’t actually hurt me.

But you know better. He’s cruel, just in other ways than Valentino. Where Valentino likes to be very... physical with his abuse, Vox’s specialty is playing with your mind. He makes you think things that aren’t necessarily true. He puts thoughts and ideas in your head that you won’t be able to shake. He’ll drive you insane, slowly but surely.

“Now now, Voxxy,” Valentino snickers, “you can’t let it go to her head, either. Continue. I know how much you want this.”

“Acting like you don’t like it yourself,” Vox retorts, but squares his shoulders in a way that tells you the real deal is about to begin.

You swallow hard, looking up at Vox with something not unlike fear sloshing through your veins. But even as you’re apprehensive, you’re also... turned on, and when Vox grins down at you, you can’t tell if the heat in your face is from terror or delight.

“Oh, you know what you’re in for, and you’re still excited?”

You shake your head fervently.

“Oh, but I think you are,” Vox teases, and slides a claw through your folds, making you shout behind the gag. The touch is so unexpected, and it’s so good!

He does it again, and again, touching your cunt slowly, almost gently. After a few strokes, he retracts his hand up to his mouth. Watching him with rapt attention, you nearly moan when his long, slimy tongue lolls out between his teeth. It slithers between his fingers, and then he has the audacity to suck on the digits, making an incredibly lewd sound as he does so.

This does make you moan, and a shudder goes through you. Valentino laughs mockingly, but somehow, it feels very far away. It’s almost as if you can only focus on Vox. Your eyes are wide, your focus only on him as he continues to clean his fingers of your slick.

“Imagine that tongue elsewhere, huh, baby?” Valentino purrs, and you’re reminded of his tongue as well, and then you can’t stop thinking about both their tongues laving over you, slathering their saliva all over your writhing body. The thought gets another moan out of you.

“Oh baby,” Valentino mocks, “you’re so easy. No wonder you’re my favorite! Anything gets you going, huh?”

Vox lets go of his fingers with a lewd, wet sound, grinning down at you. Then, as he holds up his saliva-coated, dripping fingers, small arches of electricity begin jumping between them. Immediately, cold fear washes over you, and you whine in the back of your throat as you squirm and writhe again.

You shake your head violently when Vox moves his hand behind himself again and down between your legs.

“Mmmhhhh!” you whine, then jolt when his charged claws make contact with your slick folds. The pain is sharp and immediate. It makes your hips snap upwards without your mental input. Behind the gag, you howl, and you hate to admit that it’s a sound born out of pain and arousal.

“Oh, that’s a good sound,” Vox teases, and begins stroking your folds while still electro-stimulating you. You writhe desperately, not sure if you’re trying to get away from it, or press yourself against the crackling electricity. And frankly, you don’t care to know it, either.

“I’m starting to see what you mean, Val,” he continues in a low hum, teasing your labia. “She does make the prettiest noises.”

“Told ya, didn’t I?”

Vox grins again.

The teasing and stroking continue until you’ve gotten used to it. It’s now a constant, warm buzzing, and it’s making you breathe hard and fast. You dare to close your eyes slightly, and are surprised to feel tears slide down your cheeks.

“She used to it yet?” Valentino purrs. Immediately, your eyes snap open again, looking first to Valentino, and then back at Vox.

Vox hums affirmatively, and Valentino’s next words strike cold fear straight through your heart.

“Good. Then how about you increase the voltage, hmm?”

“You got it,” Vox grins, and he clearly gets off on the entire situation; his cock is rock hard and pressing against the front of his pants. Once more, you shake your head fervently, trying to kick and flail. The only things you get out of it are the chains rattling loudly and sore limbs.

A second later, he does ramp up the voltage, and you howl in pain. Yet, somehow, it’s not all pain. Under the sharp, warm, stinging electricity, there are the smoldering embers of pleasure in your chest.

Panting and heaving for air, you close your eyes. Vox laughs mockingly, but you keep your eyes firmly shut. You don’t need to look at him.

Valentino hisses, and you’ve heard his vast catalog of sounds enough that you know this is one of pleasure. He’s enjoying seeing you in pain. The thought should revolt you, it should make you hate him.

Yet, somehow, for some reason, you can’t help but be incredibly turned on.

You whimper again, pointing your toes and trying to kick your legs again.

“Aww, baby,” Valentino rasps, “that’s futile. I did those chains myself. And you know I won’t let a good whore like you escape.”

You look at him, and shouldn’t be surprised to see that he’s taken out his cock to touch himself. Yet, somehow, you are. You have no idea how long Vox has been torturing you, but it doesn’t feel like that long.

The sight of him pleasuring himself is oddly hypnotic. The way he pumps himself with one hand, holding his cigarette with another, and his last two resting casually on the back of the couch. He looks every bit like the pimp he is, and it’s infuriatingly hot.

His cock is massive between his long, slim fingers, and you hate that it makes you salivate around the gag. Spit trickles out between your lips and the silicone, dripping down your cheeks where it mixes with your tears.

Vox snickers, drawing your attention back to him.

“I think she wants your cock, Val. She’s drooling all over the pillow.”

You blush fiercely, knowing it isn’t true, but unable to protest.

The rustling of fabric reaches your ears. Valentino is getting up from the couch and marching towards you and Vox, his hips swaying sensually from side to side. You can’t help but watch, mesmerized.

“Well, if she’s so desperate,” Val cooes, grinning down at you once he stands by the edge of the bed, “then why don’t we give our little doll what she truly wants?”

They laugh in unison, and when they work together to untie you, you can’t even think to fight back. The loss of the current from Vox’s claws make an unpleasant, longing ache settle in your stomach.

You decide, in the quiet of your mind, that you’re not going to examine that.

You’re being manhandled so that your head hangs over the edge of the bed, between Valentino’s legs.

“Lift your head, darling, just like that, yes,” Valentino grunts. He strokes his own, golden claws through your hair in a way that’s deceptively soft and gentle. Vox is between your legs still. He hasn’t taken out his cock.

When Valentino finds the buckle on the back of your head, he pulls it open and removes the gag. You smack your lips, moaning softly. Your jaws ache, but you’re not about to say that.

“What do you say now, doll?”

“Thank you, daddy,” you croak, reaching a trembling hand up to stroke his cock. Valentino purrs.

“Good girl. Always so well-behaved! One would think you’re nothing but an obedient pet.”

A shudder goes through you, pulling a mewl from your mouth.

Valentino wastes no further time before he yanks your head back by your hair, and uses your subsequent yelp to push his cock into your mouth. Vox laughs at your gurgling moan, and spreads your legs wide. From this position, you can’t see him - a twinge of disappointment goes through you - but you can hear him undo his pants. The clinking of a belt being pulled open, the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Your mouth does water, and Valentino sighs in pleasure as the added fluid makes it better for him.

“If I didn’t know better, sugar, I’d think you were getting off on this,” he snickers, and seconds later, there are warm, firm hands fondling your breasts. You moan - the sound once more muffled - and close your eyes. He pushes his cock deep in your mouth and into your throat where it triggers your quite persistent gag reflex. Your throat contracts around him, and he groans loudly, gritting his teeth, but again, this is a sound of pleasure, nothing bad.

“Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby, your throat is always so fucking tight,” he hisses. His hands squeeze your breasts tightly, claws teasing and flicking your nipples. You whimper.

“Go on, Voxxy,” he says to Vox, “I’m sure she’s more than ready for you.”

Vox hisses as well, the sound sounding mechanic, and then he’s teasing his cock against your folds. You jolt, letting out a guttural moan, and squeeze the back of Valentino’s thighs tightly. He laughs.

“Oh yeah, she wants you,” he rasps and pinches your nipples harshly. You howl, digging your perfectly manicured nails into his purple skin. “Just fuck her, Vox, it’s on me.”

Vox groans in pleasure, and then his cock catches on your hole. You shudder, clenching in anticipation. His claws run down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before they grab onto your hips - and with one, simple, smooth thrust, he’s buried himself balls-deep inside you.

Your eyes open wide, but you can’t make a single sound; Valentino’s cock is lodged deep in your throat. Your cunt clenches tightly around Vox, and he groans in the back of his throat.

“Oh shit, she’s so fucking tight,” he grunts, and doesn’t hesitate to fuck you in earnest. He’s eager, and his thrusts jerk you slightly over the bed.

“I know,” Valentino purrs, “always so fucking tight, despite the amount of cocks she takes on the daily. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You whimper, and although the sound is muffled, it’s still loud enough to make both Vox and Valentino laugh.

“So desperate,” Valentino teases, while Vox goes for a simple, “Whore,” which, regrettably, makes you even wetter.

As you’re filled from both ends, your brain is steadily overpowered by the scent of the two Overlords using your body. It’s so heady and strong, permeating the air and penetrating your nostrils until it’s all you can smell and think about. Valentino takes a deep drag of his cigarette, and, blowing the smoke in your face, makes your already fuzzy brain even more muddled.

“You’re doing so well for us,” he murmurs, thrusting ruthlessly into your mouth and throat. Each thrust triggers your gag reflex and makes your stomach jump, but you’ve long since learned to control it so you don’t vomit all over your boss when he makes you deepthroat him.

Vox’s cock isn’t as big as Valentino’s, but it’s so much more textured. The veins criss-cross along his entire shaft, almost like wires in a piece of machinery, and they throb and pulse in such a delicious way. The head of his cock repeatedly forces you open. You tilt your hips a bit up and to the side, aiming for the spot inside you.

And fuck, it doesn’t take him long at all to slam against it.

The sudden impact makes pleasure explode in your chest. You cry out just when Valentino pulls back, and for a second, Valentino seems almost taken aback.

“Well, Voxxy,” he then snickers, “seems you found the good spot.”

“Indeed,” he purrs, and the fucking bastard keeps ramming against it! You whimper loudly, sticking out your tongue to swirl it around the head of Valentino’s cock. Valentino grins, looking down at you.

“Aww, look at you, baby! So desperate for my cock...”

“Please, daddy,” you whimper, your brain wonderfully empty at this point. You just know that you need Valentino’s cock, or you’ll surely die a horrible, second death!

“The begging suits you,” he grins, keeping his cock just out of reach of your tongue, no matter how much you stretch it or crane your neck. “Keep it up.”

You whine repeatedly, the sounds broken up by Vox fucking into you and hammering against the spot, relentless and clearly eager to see what’ll happen if he abuses it enough.

“Daddy, please, I need it!” Your voice is so shrill you barely recognize it.

“What do you need, exactly, babydoll?”

A shudder goes through you, and you clench around Vox, who groans and leans in over you, almost folding you in half. You howl in pleasure. His hands move to grab your thighs, his claws digging into the flesh.

“Your cock!” you all but cry, “I need your cock, daddy, please, please please please!”

Valentino laughs mockingly, stroking your hair.

“Aww, baby, I know you do,” he cooes. “But I feel like you can do better than that. In fact, I know you can do better. Show me why I pay you the big bucks.”

“But daddy,” you whimper, gasping with each of Vox’s merciless thrusts, “it’s so hard to focus! Please!”

“Aww, it’s hard to focus?” He strokes your cheek, making you shiver. “Just because you have a cock in your pretty, little cunt? Are you getting cock-drunk already, sweetheart? Is that it?”

Already? How long have they been fucking her, and fucking with her? She should receive an award for hanging on this long!

“Daddy, don’t be mean, please!”

“Oh for crying out loud,” Vox snarls, clearly breathless and winded, “just shut her up!”

“Her crying getting you off, hmm, Vox, baby?” Valentino snickers, teasing the head of his cock over your lips and making you whimper pathetically.

Vox doesn’t comment on that, but his cock throbs wonderfully hard, and you know he’s close. He’s drooling onto your chest, and the electricity is back in his claws. The arches jump between his fingers and your thighs, making you gasp.

“Sir, it--- it hurts!”

“Too fucking bad,” Vox growls, increasing the voltage and moving one hand between your legs to fondle your clit directly. The current of crackling electricity reaches your ears before you feel the zap against your clit, but when you do, you cry out and jolt sharply. Valentino even has to hold you down against the bed with two hands.

However, most curiously, the sudden pain and his repeated thrusts mean that warmth surges through you. Gathering in an aggressive, swirling maelstrom in your lower belly, the pleasure increases rapidly with each zap to your clit, until it’s simply too much.

“I’m gonna come! Please, please please please!” you whimper, your cunt already starting to contract rhythmically, when Valentino slams his cock back in your mouth, immediately fucking your throat raw and sore again.

“Come for us,” Vox and Val snarl in unison.

It’s a perfect, wonderful combination - Vox’s ruthless thrusts against your sensitive spot and his continuous electrocuting your clit, as well as Valentino fucking your throat - and that is what do you in.

The warmth and tension are released as you gush on Vox’s cock, squeezing your eyes tightly shut and trying desperately to suck off Valentino at the same time. However, you’re slightly preoccupied by the insane pleasure that courses through you as your orgasm overpowers you, and Valentino has to slap your cheek to make you focus.

“Focus, whore,” he snarls, but even he sounds out of breath as he continues to push into your throat over and over again, until he, too, is sent over the proverbial edge. He hisses loudly, and his wings flare open as he shoots his load down your throat and straight into your stomach. It’s so wonderfully warm and sticky! Your cunt clenches, and Vox is next to face his demise.

He coats your insides with his cum, his snarl a static buzzing, and the currents jumping between his claws intensify until you genuinely fear for your clit’s well-being.

For a long, long second, it seems nothing happens. Vox is pressed firmly against your ass, and Valentino against your face; both cocks throbbing hard as they deposit their seed inside you.

When they finally withdraw, you gasp, and subsequently almost choke on Valentino’s cum. Having cleared your throat so you can breathe normally, you look blearily at Valentino, then at Vox.

Vox looks a mess; his suit is slightly crumpled, and his antennas look almost fried. He’s stroking your thighs absently, every now and again sending a slight current through you, but it’s clearly not on purpose anymore. The light in his screen has faded, as if he’s only running on half the power he usually is.

Valentino already looks like nothing has happened, the only sign of anything having happened being his cock hanging out of his pants. However, he is still rock hard.

“You’ve made some pretty extreme pornos, babydoll,” he purrs, caressing your cheek, “and you seemed to enjoy this a great deal.”

You shiver with a weak mewl.

“I can’t wait to find the thing that will finally break you.”

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waterfallofspace · 4 months

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A Word-Filled Update

that no one's asking forrrr~

Sooooo, hiya~ ^^

Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)

Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3

(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)

Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)

That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.

This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.

But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~

So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.

I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)

Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~

I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!

Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.

So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~

There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3

And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~

#waterfalltalks #waterfallrambles #more like waterfallparagraphs im so sorry hahaha #been thinking about making this for awhile- but always felt so anxious???#idk why specifically... maybe cause i cant be short to save my life #or maybe because it feels like ive left it too long?? been promising so much and never fulfilling #but i am gonna try!! not to fulfill everything but- to start enjoying it again #i worry this comes off like i have an ego... i really dont haha~ i dont expect anyone to really interact with my blog or care #it was always meant to be for ME- and i just hoped to create things ID enjoy and that #if anyone else enjoyed it too that i could start giving back to the community thats given me so much content ive adored #anyways this is a LONNNGGG post and so are these tags hahaha~#using this blog as a journal again i think! but its mine! so okay! im gonna let myself!#gonna add here too that i might be reblogging with shorter tags for a bit- i promise its not cause im not excited!!!#just trying to make it the least overwhelming situation so i can start really getting back into ENJOYING it~#thank you to anyone who read this far and a huge thank you to all my friends from here and anyone who stuck around <3 #i appreciate and love you all so dearly <333 #not snz

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