#vox x fem!reader

[babesway22]

“In Too Deep” part 11

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?

You stood before the grand full-length mirror and carefully smoothed out any imperceptible creases, hoping to alleviate your nervousness. Your eyes narrowed and scanned your form, taking in your soft makeup and long hair that cascaded around your face. The dress was breathtaking, made of a fragile, flowing black fabric that gracefully fell onto the floor, accentuating your soft curves in all the right places, and secretly concealed beneath was an irresistible combination of black and royal blue lingerie. You glanced at the clock again, the time reading 7:45. Vox had promised to pick you up at 8, leaving you just enough time to potentially succumb to a nervous breakdown. Your inexplicable anxiety puzzled you; where was he taking you? Why a date now after everything? Admittedly, any romantic gesture from him had the power to plunge you into a frenzy, with a telltale deep blush unfailingly betraying your genuine emotions without fail. Perhaps that was the reason for your turmoil? You laughed at your talent for exacerbating any situation and settled onto the couch, leaning forward gracefully to slip your feet into sophisticated heels. Despite the added height they provided, you knew that they would never make you taller than him, something you always found incredibly attractive, his towering height over you and others creating a sense of admiration and allure whenever you stared up at him. As you hoisted yourself up from the couch, you gave everything one last once-over before making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine, hoping it would calm your nerves. Just as you began to fill a glass, a sudden knocking at the door startled you, causing the wine to spill over the rim.

“Fuck,” you groaned, grabbing a nearby towel and cleaning the mess. “Come in!" you eagerly yelled from the floor. Cor carefully turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, his figure concealed behind an extravagant bouquet that seemed larger than life. "Miss?" he called out tentatively, his voice conveying uncertainty as he scanned the room, unable to locate you immediately. Upon hearing his familiar voice, you swiftly sprang up from the floor, hastily discarding the towel as you moved to greet him. You started to speak, but a gasp of astonishment overcame you. Before you lay a mesmerizing sight – a bouquet filled with otherworldly flowers of the most vibrant and intriguing colors. Shades of blue, red, and violet intertwined in a symphony of hues, each blossom and bud displaying an enigmatic beauty you had never encountered before. Cor placed the flowers on the counter and glanced at the intricate details of each small petal. "He's finishing up a meeting at the moment, miss," Cor informed, his voice tinged with anticipation and respect.

As you gazed in awe, you whispered, "They're stunning," while delicately running your fingers over the velvety petals of a particularly striking and unusual blossom. With a playful glint in his eye, Cor responded, "He certainly knows how to impress," accompanied by a knowing wink.

"Tell me, Cor, where is he taking me?" you turned to him with a mischievous smirk, the corners of your lips curling upward. The dimming sunlight danced across your face, highlighting the flecks of mischief in your eyes.

"My lips are sealed," he chuckled, a warm glint in his eyes as he gestured with his hand, mimicking the action of zipping his mouth closed. The playful sparkle in his eyes matched the infectious energy in his voice, creating an atmosphere of lighthearted secrecy.

“Mmm, thought you'd say that," you hummed, turning back to the vibrant bouquet, absently rearranging them. A long pause blanketed the room, the silence heavy with anticipation before you spoke again. "I'm quite nervous, and I don't know why," you laughed softly, a nervous tinge underlying your words. "I mean, he's terrifying, an overlord feared by so many souls, but with me, he's surprisingly gentle. It's just hard to believe that he actually cares for me," you finished, your voice trailing off as you pondered the complexities of your situation.

"Are you starting to doubt his affection?" Cor asked, his voice betraying a hint of shock.

"No, no," you replied, meeting his gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and reassurance. “he's just.-”

“Unpredictable?” Cor finished, walking over to where you stood and placing a hand on your arm. “Vox has been a part of my life for a long time, and I've realized that he can be quite enigmatic and challenging to know truly. However, I can assure you that he holds deep feelings for you," he expressed with a heartfelt shake of his head.

"Cor, your insights are always so enlightening. I think my self-doubt is just getting the best of me. I've never experienced this kind of love before, and it feels almost surreal," you whispered softly, gently placing your hand over his and forcing a tight smile.

“You deserve this love; believe in it and give him time to show himself to you; the combination of Vox and emotions has never been a natural fit, but I can't help but notice a transformation whenever he's in your presence. It's as if a new side of him emerges, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that is rarely seen. Ah, but I digress,” he sighed, glancing at his watch. "He'll be here soon. He looks quite dashing tonight if I do say so myself." His hearty laughter filled the room as he departed, the door closing gently behind him.

You peered around the corner, making sure he was gone, and let out a huge huff of air, running to the bathroom to tidy yourself up for the third time before Vox got here. It was like you were in high school again, waiting for your crush to pick you up for prom. “Fuuuuuck,” you whined, pacing in front of the mirror and fanning your face. “Okay, it's fine. He's my boyfriend; we've fucked like 100 times, get it together, but he's super hot,” you groaned, frustratingly sweeping a piece of hair behind your ear and re-applying your lipstick. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn't help but scowl at the uneasiness creeping into your mind. "Why am I giving myself a pep talk?" you muttered, trying to shake off the self-doubt. With a deep breath, you turned away from the mirror and made your way into the kitchen. Your hand reached for the half-empty wine glass left on the counter, and you downed the remaining contents in one swift motion. The cool liquid provided a momentary escape as you poured yourself another glass, the rich aroma filling the air. Lost in your thoughts, you were completely unaware of his quiet entrance into the room.

“Nervous?” Vox's deep voice reverberated through the kitchen, causing you to let out a startled scream. You spun around to face him, clutching your chest. "Vox, you-” your voice trailed off; you couldn't help but notice the way he stood before you. Hot, he was so hot, you reminded yourself. Completely unashamed, your eyes leisurely trailed up and down his slender form, taking in every detail. He was dressed in a black button-up shirt of the highest quality, with the first few buttons open, revealing a glimpse of his neck and a hint of his chest. The fabric on his arms was rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms, which were tucked behind his back, and dark slacks that fit his hips and legs perfectly, accentuating his every movement and making your mouth hang open in admiration. “Yes," you squeaked finally, the words barely escaping your lips as you summoned the courage to meet his intense crimson eyes, and that did it, the nail in your figurative coffin. A rush of emotions swept over you, causing your knees to suddenly feel weak and a deep, embarrassing blush to spread across your face, betraying the effect he had on you.

His deep hum filled the air as he sauntered over to you, his slender fingers reaching out and toying with the delicate strap of your dress, eliciting a breathy sigh of desire from your lips. "Do you like the flowers?" he murmured, his intense gaze fixed on your mouth, causing you to quiver under the weight of his stare. “Very much,” you looked up at him with a subtle tilt of your head, your eyes veiled by long, dark lashes. The air crackled with palpable tension, weighing heavily on the space between you, making it feel like it might stifle any movement or sound.

“Good, good,” he grabbed the wine from you and set it on the counter, backing you into the nearby wall and making you gasp. “Tonights special sweetheart, I can't ruin this dress and your pretty make up before our date, but boy, do I want to,” he growled, tilting your head back and bending down to place hot kisses on your neck, a breathy moan leaving you. “Vox, please,” you pleaded, pouting as he reluctantly disentangled himself from you and straightened up to his full height. "No, no, no," he scolded gently, holding your hand and drawing you close to his chest. "Ready?" He inquired, his self-assured grin eliciting a giggle from you.

"Ready," you smiled, holding onto him tightly. Although it hadn't been explicitly mentioned, you both knew that teleportation was the safest mode of travel. Your body slowly acclimated to the sensation of tearing through the air, propelled by crackling electricity.

*********

You stumbled into the dimly lit street from a nearby alleyway; your heels scraping against the rough concrete echoed in the still night air. You felt a strong arm belonging to Vox wrap tightly around your waist, providing much-needed support as you struggled to regain your balance. “I'm sorry, doll," Vox murmured softly, his deep voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the city. He allowed you to lean into his arm, giving you the stability to adjust yourself and catch your breath. As you gazed out at the city, his eyes were fixed on you, observing your reaction to the urban landscape. There was little hustle and bustle in the area where you stood, with only occasional glimpses of demons and neglected, aging buildings. Your inquisitive nature was piqued, and you couldn't help but wonder why you were in this particular location, especially since you seemed to be dressed more formally than necessary.

"It's just a few blocks down the street where we'll be heading. I was thinking we could walk," he said, clearing his throat nervously. His eyes concealed an emotion that seemed just out of reach, leaving you with a sense of unease, but without hesitation, you smiled—allowing him to gently tuck you under his arm, his hand finding its place on your waist. "You're so protective," you said softly, your gaze following his sharp eyes as they tracked a demon walking on the opposite side of the street.

"I don't enjoy parting with what belongs to me," he uttered with a dark intensity, his gaze unwavering from the demon. It always stirred a sense of admiration within you whenever you were reminded of his formidable strength, having heard stories of him ripping souls in half when he was on a rampage. His gaze returned to you, and a gentle, lopsided smile graced his face. "You look stunning," he whispered, his voice brimming with affection. In that moment, you felt a sense of security and comfort, knowing that he was there for you as your protector.

“Thank you, though I feel a bit too formally dressed," you chuckled, glancing down at your attire's delicate, thin fabric.

"You're not overdressed. We're almost there," his voice took on that enigmatic tone again, causing a mysterious swirl of emotions in your stomach. You suddenly found your mind flooded with so many possibilities. What if he was taking you to this particular place to break up with you? The thought of him telling you things weren't working out made you anxious. You made a conscious effort to push these thoughts down, not wanting them to ruin your evening. “Can I cover your eyes?" he inquired, gazing at you anxiously.

"Alright," you agreed, placing your complete trust in the man you adored. His large hand gently shielded your eyes, enveloping you in its comforting warmth.

“Be careful, baby. You seem a bit clumsy. I can hardly imagine you were once a dancer," he remarked, laughing as you attempted to playfully swat at him. “I was actually a fantastic dancer, thank you very much," you playfully scolded back, then gasped as your feet landed on unfamiliar ground—was it dirt or grass? It was hard to tell.

“Nearly there," he said, steadying you with a gentle touch on your shoulders. "Okay," he murmured, removing his hand from your eyes. As you blinked and acclimated to the subdued light, a gasp escaped your lips as you beheld the scene around you. You whirled around to gaze at Vox; his arms were folded behind his back, his eyes fixed on the heavens.

"Vox, did you do all of this?" you asked in disbelief, your voice trembling with shock.

"I did, yeah," he replied, his demeanor unusually quiet and guarded, his eyes avoiding yours as if concealing a deeper truth. You whirled back around, allowing yourself to fully absorb the surroundings again. Before you lay a breathtaking, enchanting forest, brimming with the same flowers that adorned your bouquet at V towers. Lofty, majestic trees enclosed you from all sides, and in the center stood a quaint gazebo adorned with a cozy arrangement of candles, flowers, and wine.

“What is this place? All my years in hell, and I've never heard of it,” you asked, walking to stand before him.

“Not many do. When I first arrived in hell, I was utterly bewildered and frightened, of course. Sure, I had committed some heinous acts, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that such a place could exist. I mean, the concept of God, Lucifer, Heaven, and Hell - none of it ever resonated with me when I was alive," he explained, his eyes reflecting a mix of disbelief and contemplation as he gazed out into the seemingly infinite expanse of the forest. "But, uh. I used to visit this place frequently during those initial years. The surroundings somehow evoked memories of home for me. I would find a quiet spot in the grass and sit there, lost in my thoughts..." His voice trailed off into a reflective silence as he looked down at you. At that moment, a profound and tranquil silence wrapped around both of you, creating a sense of deep connection and understanding. "It's truly beautiful, thank you," you said warmly, picking up on his uneasiness in expressing his emotions.

"Anything for you, doll," he whispered in a low, husky voice, his eyes gleaming with an obsessive intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The dim light caught the glint in his eyes, casting eerie shadows across his face, adding an unsettling edge to his demeanor. He extended his long arm, gesturing to the intimate setting, "I got your favorite wine. Would you like some?"

"Please," you whispered, feeling that dammed blush spread across your cheeks as he guided you and pulled out the chair for you.

“So," he cleared his throat, eyes scanning the forest for any sign of danger as he spoke. His typically cocky and arrogant manner had been replaced by something else, something you were still trying to decipher. "Feel free to ask me anything about my past or present.”

“Anything?" you asked playfully, reaching for the elegant crystal glass of rich, velvety red wine. As you brought it to your lips, the bold and complex flavors danced on your tongue, eliciting a contented hum of appreciation.

"Go ahead, show me what you've got," he replied with a sly smile, his eyebrow arching as he awaited your questions.

“Um, okay. You mentioned that you were never married. Did you have any romantic relationships while you were on Earth or here? Or why did you choose not to marry? You mentioned that you were older when you passed, so,” you asked, your knee bouncing nervously beneath the table.

“I was always preoccupied with work and couldn't commit to any serious relationships. I did have a few casual girlfriends over the years, but nothing ever lasted. Looking back, I know I wasn't the best version of myself, so I can't blame them for not wanting to stick around. As for here," he paused to take a long sip of his wine, "it's just been a series of meaningless hookups.”

“Oh,” you muttered as you mindlessly stared into the field; the words "meaningless hookups" stung slightly, leaving you wondering if that was all you meant to him. Finally summoning the courage, you glanced back at him and gestured toward the sky with a subtle chin movement. "Did you take many lives up there?" He replied in a curt and dangerous tone, "A few.” You paused briefly, allowing the question to marinate in your mind before deciding whether to ask it. "Will you grow tired of me, just like you did with them? Too busy with work?” you asked, the firmness in your voice unintentionally revealing your inner turmoil. As the words left your lips, you pinched your knee, almost as if to physically reprimand yourself for posing such a challenging and self-sabotaging question. His response was a firm “no,” accompanied by a quizzical furrowing of his eyebrows, clearly indicating his confusion at where the conversation was headed.

“I have this fear, Vox-,” you sighed, gripping your glass tightly, “that I'm not worthy of love but only deserving of pain and hatred because it's all I had ever known. When he was beating me towards the end, I screamed ‘I love you’ at the top of my lungs until I couldn't anymore. Because surely love would have saved me, right? But, I was mistaken, and my perspective on love changed drastically," you gazed into Vox's eyes, witnessing the anguish that clouded his handsome features. "Until I encountered you and plunged into an overwhelming affection, but I'm scared, Vox. I'm so scared that you'll hurt me too," you held back tears, taking a large sip of wine to temporarily quell the emotions, and cast your eyes downward, feeling a sense of shame as you made your confession.

You heard him shift in his seat, the old wooden chair groaning as he leaned in closer, the sound echoing in the small space. "What do you need from me? What words can I utter to convey the depth of my love for you?" he implored, his voice resonating with a desperate sense of urgency as if his entire being hinged on your understanding.

"Vox," you whispered, your voice catching in your throat as you met his intense gaze again. Goosebumps rose on your skin, sending a shudder through your body at the sheer intensity of his presence. Suddenly, he stood up, his eyes never leaving yours, and made his way over to you. Dropping to his knees in front of you.

“I can't, I can't do this without you; what do you need from me?” his voice distorting, making him growl in frustration. You watched as metallic-colored tears began to cascade down his screen, trickling onto his crisp dress shirt. His trembling fingers hastily brushed them away, leaving behind a mysterious fluid that stained the back of his hand. "No," he gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts then, as if a sudden realization had dawned on him, a gut-wrenching sob erupted from his throat, his red eyes locking onto yours, desperately searching your face.

“Vox," your melodious voice gently beckoned to him as you knelt on the ground to meet him. “You're crying," you whispered, a delicate hand reaching out to catch the shimmering droplets. His intense gaze bore down on you; his eyebrows knit together in a deep furrow of concern. He was acutely aware of the discomfort the unyielding concrete must be inflicting on your knees, yet here you were, unwavering, embodying a picture of resolute perfection. His emotions had always been unpredictable, and he understood the challenge it must have presented for you, but you never faltered. You were a steady presence amid his turbulent emotions, a beacon of strength in his most tumultuous moments.

“Fuck,” He shook his head, his mind swirling with a tumultuous mix of emotions. Desperation clawed at his chest as he struggled to remove the overwhelming intensity of his feelings. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I can only hope that this will help you understand how much I love you,” he reached into his pocket and carefully extracted a small, elegant black box, its smooth surface catching the soft glow of the lamps. As he tightly squeezed it in his hand, you watched with wide eyes. When he looked back up at you, you realized what was happening, and your chest rose and fell as you struggled to draw in enough air. “Vox- you began, but he cut you off.

“No, no, let me talk. Please. When you do this to me, it's like a surge of life coursing through my veins, awakening emotions I never knew existed within me. I mean, I just cried; I can't remember the last time I did, and I know I may not fully comprehend these feelings, but I'm trying, baby, I'm trying. Let me give you everything I have to offer to shield you from any harm and to prove you're deserving of love, and fuck, I know I have a skewed idea of love, but teach me, mold me for you,” he pleaded, then looked down to carefully

open the box, revealing a breathtaking diamond ring with intricate details on the band. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice filled with emotion. You stared at him momentarily, a single tear sliding down your face. As he noticed your lack of response, his eyebrows furrowed in concern, and you could see the panic set in, his eyes searching yours desperately for any sign of understanding or reassurance. But before he could second-guess your reaction any longer, you took a deep breath and boldly jumped into his lap, feeling the warmth of his body as he instinctively wrapped his arms around you protectively. The sudden movement caused him to fall onto his back with a loud groan, but his hold on you remained firm and secure.

"Yes, Vox, yes," you whispered into his neck, punctuating each word with a tender kiss. "Yes," you repeated, a genuine grin spreading across your face as you sat up and straddled his lap. Looking down at him, you extended your hand in an inviting gesture.

“Do you like it?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with hopeful anticipation. After carefully slipping the ring onto your finger, you couldn't help but wonder briefly how he knew your ring size, but you decided to save that question for another day. As you extended your hand towards the light, the diamonds embedded in the delicate band shimmered brilliantly, reflecting the gentle glow and casting tiny prisms of color onto your skin. The way the light played off the facets of the diamonds made them seem to come alive, creating a mesmerizing dance of sparkle and shine that captivated your gaze.

"It's stunning, Vox," you whispered, your breath catching in your throat as you leaned in closer, resting your head against his chest. The soft fabric of his shirt brushed against your cheek, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His fingertips tenderly traced the contours of your long hair, each stroke sending a delightful tingle down your spine as you surrendered to the comforting warmth of his embrace.

"I have a little surprise for you, too, although I don't think it can top this," you giggled, feeling the lightness of the moment as you sat back up, your hands finding their place on his chest. His eyebrow arched inquisitively as he raised his head from the ground.

"Would you mind taking me home?" you asked playfully, feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks and nose

“Whatever you want, Mrs.,” he flashed his sharp teeth and sat up, shifting you onto his lap and standing, the strength of his thighs pushing onto the back of yours as he stood, making you needy.

*********

“Sit riiiiight there," you giggled nervously, your heart racing as you gently guided him down onto the plush couch in the cozy living area of your shared suite. The evening had been filled with a palpable tension, and you couldn't wait any longer to be back home. The urgency of the moment spurred you to make swift work of getting back, eager to be alone together in the comfort of your own space.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mused, his eyes growing dark.

“Your turn to cover your eyes,” you said shyly, smiling as he did so.

“Should I be worried? It's not a pet, is it?" he said, his voice tinged with disgust at the mere thought of a furry creature stealing your attention away from him.

“Not a pet, but now that you mention it,” you called out playfully over your shoulder, heading to the bathroom

"Not gonna happen," you heard him grumble, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but watch as he leaned back onto the couch, stretching his lean body, his legs spreading open in a relaxed manner that always caught your attention. As he did so, you found yourself biting your lip, unable to tear your gaze away. He always exuded a magnetic charm, making you squeeze your thighs together needily.

When the bathroom door closed, you whirled around and gazed at your reflection in the mirror. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you contemplated marrying the most alluring overlord in hell. You couldn't help but revel in the thought of the other girls and demons who had been eagerly vying for his attention. Eat your hearts out, you thought as you slipped the dress off. You tilted your head, marveling at the intricate beauty of the lingerie Velvette had created, always entrancing you with her craftsmanship. After making minor adjustments, you pinched your cheeks for a rosy hue and cautiously opened the door to check if his eyes were still concealed. As soon as he heard the sound of your heels tapping against the floor, he subtly tensed up. You couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of him imagining that you were keeping something mysterious from him.

“You're making me nervous,” he bemused, his foot beginning to tap impatiently. Your eyes followed the movement as you took a moment to admire him.

“It's nothing like that,” you said, your voice soft yet tempting as you came to stand between his open legs. “You can open them,” you said bashfully, crossing your legs over each other and placing your arms behind your back.

“Yeah, well, with you, I can never be sure what you're…. up to,” he trailed off as soon as he removed his hand, his crimson eyes intense as they trailed over your body.

“Do you like it?” you asked, and at his lack of response, you began fidgeting with the lace garter.

“Fuu-ccc-kkkkk,” his screen and voice distorted, a blue screen displaying momentarily. “My soon-to-be wife, holy shiiiiit,” he shook his head in disbelief and grabbed onto your hips, immediately pulling you down onto his lap. His hands trailed over your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “All mine,” he said possessively and yanked your head back, pushing your breast into his face and exposing your graceful neck to him. You felt his breath on your skin, making you moan loudly.

“Pretty girl, and pretty sounds. Just for me,” he whispered into your skin, followed by hot kisses that trailed down your neck to the swell of your breast. “I need you to be a good girl and cum for me as many times as I want, do you understand? Nod, yes or no,” he demanded, his voice laced with darkness as his grip on your hair tightened to a painful sting. You nodded yes as much as you could while held in the position. “Good girl”. You loved when he was dominant like this, the only man, in fact, that you allowed to assert his dominance on you, your trust in him unwavering. Besides, he had bared his emotions to you tonight like never before; he needed this. He needed control. And you were all too willing to give it to him.

“Stand up and turn around,” he said sharply, a resounding slap filling your ears, the pain coming next as a red mark marred the skin on your ass. “I said, stand up,” he hissed. You jumped from his lap this time, obeying. His hands found your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, making you whine, “I bet you're wet already, hm? I've hardly touched you. You're filthy, you know that? I remember when you were a meek office assistant at that low-end job, wearing that slutty little skirt,” he seethed as his fingers sank into your entrance, soaking his two digits thoroughly, a breathy moan spilling from your lips.

“Vox, fuck me,” you mewled, back arching inward as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, the lace

of your thong rubbing against your clit.

“Beg,” he spoke. It was one word, but it held so much power.

“Please, please, fuck me,” you pleaded pathetically, but you'd do it again, all for him.

“I'm not convinced,” he growled and spun you around, pushing you to the floor, your knees hitting the ground for him the second time tonight but for entirely different reasons. You stared up at him, his pupils blown out and lips pulled into a snarl, exposing his sharp teeth. He was hot like this, unhinged and manic. It made you want to do bad things for him, to please him.

“Please, I’ll do anything, anything,” the last word hardly above a whisper, your hands reaching for his lap, plaming his impressive length through his pants.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair again, the other freeing himself. His hand ran up and down the length a few times, making your mouth water. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips in anticipation.

“I said, WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?” he hissed impatiently, but as you began to answer, he grabbed your jaw and squeezed until your mouth fell open, and shoved his dick in, making you gag as it hit the back of your throat. You greedily lapped your tongue on the underside, urging him to push your head deeper until spit spilled from the corners of your mouth.

“What a good girl,” he said, fisting your hair and removing you off his dick. “Now, who do you belong to?” he raised his brows expectantly as you caught your breath.

“You Vox, you,” you panted. You wanted to rub your clit to release the painful pressure building, but you knew better. You wanted him to be in control. His dominance was smothering, but you craved it and would shamelessly beg for him to be this way if he asked.

“I have you for internity now, pretty girl,” he said, lowering his face down to you, “sit on my dick and use it until you cum,” he whispered, releasing your hair, making you fall backward slightly. He sat back and stared down at you, his crimson eyes lidded with power and lust, a lethal concoction. He smiled deviously, his head following you as you rose from the floor, watching as you placed your hands on either side of his broad shoulders and straddled him, your hips slowly lowering onto his throbbing dick. You threw your head back to the heavens as the tip entered you; although wet, he was still a tight squeeze, the biggest you've ever had.

“Fuck,” you whined as you started a steady pace, using his shoulders as leverage. The wet squelches damning, and fithly but he loved it.

“Fuck me harder,” he growled, grabbing your throat into one large hand. You did as he asked, slamming your hips down onto him until that familiar pressure began to build in your stomach, the need for release almost painful.

“Cum,” he whispered hotly into your ear, and as if he was the conductor to your body, you screamed, the orgasm wrecking through you. The squeeze and release of the muscles inside you was euphoric and powerful, leaving you slummed over as it wracked through you, his hand on your throat the only thing holding you up.

“Filthy. Look at you now, begging for my dick. Cumming when I say,” he clicked his tongue at you a few times in mock disappointment.

“I love you,” you managed through hot pants, the blissful high of the orgasm still lingering.

“I love you, pretty girl. I'm going to fuck you so hard you’ll think of me every time you take a step, do you understand. Can you take that?” he asked, eyes staring at you intensely, pupils still blown out, “Nod, yes or no, baby. I need to know.” You nodded, your fate sealed. You yelped when he stood up, your fingers interlocking together behind his neck for support as he carried you, setting you down on the kitchen island, the perfect height for him to destroy you.

“You're incredibly beautiful," he said, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness that contrasted with the intense energy exuding from the man standing before you. His hands ran up your sides and down your back, unlatching the lace bra, allowing your breast to spill out freely as it dropped to the floor. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling the nipples into buds in his fingers until they were hardened peaks. You whimpered his name, eliciting a throaty growl from him. He lined up his cock at your entrance and pushed in, his eyes rolling closed at the velvety warm hug of your walls. “Don't cum until I say, if you do, I'll stop. Do you understand” You nodded eagerly, although you weren't sure if it was possible; he had always made you cum quickly, but you faced the challenge nonetheless. His fingers bruised your hips as he pulled you down onto each brutal thrust upward, the snap and angle of his hips percise to do as much damage as possible, the hieght of the counter perfect. You reached out to him, needing some source of leverage not to fall backward, finding solace in his biceps, the muscles tightening under the tortuous rhythm he was setting.

“I need to cum. Vox, please,” you whined, each word broken as the air left your lungs.

“NO,” he barked, clenching his teeth together. You tried to focus on anything else; Lucifer forbid he stop because of your climax. A hand moved to your throat and began to squeeze, a welcome distraction for the time being. “Look at you, baby. Covered in sweat, taking my cock. What a good girl,” he praised, making you swell with pride.

“No, no, I'm gonna cum,” you began to chant over and over, your eyes rolling closed, your grip on his arms becoming intense.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” he taunted, and just as your walls began to tighten, he slowed to a sloppy pace, smothering the orgasm from existence.

“You asshole,” you seethed, eyes shooting open to glare up at him, nails gripping into his arms. You had hoped they were leaving marks.

“Watch your mouth,” he growled, the hand around your throat tightening in warning. “Look at that,” he hissed through his teeth, staring between your bodies as he slowly pulled all the way out and pushed back in, your arousal dripping off his dick onto the counter.

“I can't last, Vox-” you began to whimper, tears stinging the corner of your eyes. “I need to cum”

“Poor girl,” he mocked, “oh fuck, you weren't kidding,” he laughed maniacally, your hot walls beginning to squeeze him again. His thumb started a tortuous assault on your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves slipping off every second or so because of how soaked you were.

“Pleaseeeeeee, please, baby,” you cried out, tears streaming down your face now.

“Oh, I never hear you call me that; I like it,” he whispered into your ear, “more,” he growled demonically, making you shudder.

“Baby, I’ll do anything you want, ANYTHING,” you whined as he picked his pace back up, the head of his cock bruising your cervix. “Baby,” you began to repeat, your eyes rolling closed and your body lifting off the counter. Your mind had gone blank, his body the only thing consuming you.

“Oh, fuuuuuck. I love when you go dumb on my cock. It's been a while, hasn't it, sweetheart? What’s your name, huh?” he asked, his arrogant voice making you clench around him.

“I-I don't. I don't know,” you mumbled, hardly coherent.

“Cum, you filthy girl. Soak me,” he breathed into your ear, and that was it. Your body arched off the counter, his arms encircling your waist to hold you in place as the most intense orgasm of your existence tore you in two, a series of loud moans leaving you as the pulsating muscles inside you gripped him so hard that he choked, and studdered, words failing him as he spilled into you. Your orgasms intertwined with each other, a euphoric soul bond. As they subsided, nothing could be heard but your combined pants, your head dropped, resting on his chest, his heartbeat strong against your ear, calming you.

“I love you,” he panted, his fingers drawing small circles onto your back.

“I love you,” you hummed.

“For eternity?” he asked, his tenderness pulling at your heart

“For eternity,” you replied, safe in his arms as you would always be.

Here we are, guys, at the end. Whew, this was my first ever fic, and I cannot express how much I appreciate every interaction with it. Vox has been so fun to write, as has my sassy OC. I may do some kind of epilogue for these guys after they've been married sometime, but I have no planned time frame for that. I would absolutely love recommendations for future works.

Thank you to @redfoxwritesstuff for supporting a new writer; it means a lot. Of course, thank you to @annakade , @vvzhyxx , @lil-glum @cimadreamer and any other wonderful people I may be forgetting.

[newtabfics]

Could I please request Vox the TV Man? That fucker has me in a chokehold and I want him to use me in his monitor room just so he can look at me from every angle.

FSDKLDJKLF BLUSHING CUZ HOLY FUCK THIS DEMON IN PARTICULAR. IDK WHAT IT WAS BUT HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS UNHINGED MOTHER FUCKER.

"Look at you, Baby," He groaned as he lifted her head. He smirked as the monitors flickered, displaying his cock slamming into her from several angles. "You're fucking made for me, Baby. Fuck yes. Cunt too tight. Too perfect."

"Vo-ox!" Y/N groaned as she shuddered and writhed under him. Her ass ached, a large hand print on her cheek as she was bent over his desk.

He forced her to watch the screen in front of her, seeing how sloppy she was getting from his brutal thrusts. His claws dug into her cheeks and hips.

He bit his lip, drooling as he looked down where their bodies joined. "So fucking sexy with my cum in you," He groaned as he watched his load being pushed out with every thrust. "Fuck yes."

[ichirothehallow]

hi!! so for request, what about a vox x fem!reader but they got separated because he died first and now she's in hell looking for him?? sorry if that's too much 😭😭 that flat-screen tv has been consuming all of my thoughts

Oh My Goodness! That’s So Cute! Now. Here’s The Video Demon We All Adore~

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Canon-Typical Violence, Yandere?Vox, Vox Being Protective Of Reader, Mostly Vox POV, Canon-Typical Power Abuse, OOC, First Attempt At A “x Reader”

(1/2)

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» You Two Were Alive You Were Very Close!

» Childhood Friends!

» When Vox Dead You Were Devastated By It.

» You Knew He Wasn’t A Good Person, Yet You Still Messed Him.

» When YOU Dead You Expected To End Up In Hell- And You Did. Congrats! 🎉

» Finding Him Wasn’t Exactly Hard. I Mean, COME ON!

» He Has A TV On His Head!

» Figuring Out Who He Was Wasn’t Exactly Hard Either.

» Not To Mention, You Knew What He Sounded Like, And How Bad His Obsession With Technology Was.

» Getting Close To Him Was The Hard Part.

» He Was An Overlord. You? Are Not.

(AndYouProbablyDon’tWantToGoDownTHATRoute)

» For Him Seeing You Again, Was Hard On Him…

» He Has So Many Questions!

» But, His First Priority Is YOU!

» Getting To You, PERSONALLY Seeing You, Protecting YOU.

» YOU Are Important To Him, And Damnit! He’s Not Losing You.

» So, Using His Power/Influence, HE Was The One Who Confronted YOU.

» It Was Quite Suspicious, But Hey, What Can Ya Do?

» After The Reunion, There Was SO MUCH Drama Surrounding You Two!

» It’s How Alastor Found Out About You~

» Vox Ended Up Not Only, Forcing Peppermint To Deal With It, But Also Do One Of His Usual Interviews To Clear Things Up.

» “I Was Just Offering A Exclusive Deal To One Of My Old Friends!”

» The Term “Old Friend” Made Velvette Suspicious.

» Valentino Was Excited Though!

[hxzbinwrites]

Hi! I just saw that requests are open, yeah!! I'd like to request an Alastor x fem!Reader where Vox has a crush on her so he sends her a set of different tea flavor as a gift. The problem is that these contain a drug that inhibits the person (thanks, Valentino). Basically, his plan was to wait for her to drink the tea and then show up at the hotel and seduce her so he could have her for himself (my boy thinks she loves him, lol). The problem is that she had graciously offered the tea to Alastor, who drinks it. Vox asks her if she enjoyed the tea she lies saying it was delicious so he immediately shows up at the hotel but ends up finding Alastor who is being super affectionate with her, revealing his true feelings for her. Eventually Alastor attacks Vox as soon as he sees him forcing the other to flee. Fluff and comedy, basically. xD

Alastor x Fem! Reader x Vox | Tea Time Troubles

Warnings ⚠️:  Cussing, drugs, controlling and manipulative Vox, out of character Alastor.

"I dunno 'bout this Voxxy" Valentino said, handing him a baggie of the drug, a weak aphrodisiac lining the walls of the bag.

"Don't worry about me Valentino, I'll be fine" Vox reassured him, holding the bag up to his screened face. He smirked deviously as he put his hands behind his back.

"But you tell me all the time 'bout 'public image' and all that shit." Valentino retorted, crossing his lower arms against his stomach.

"Don't you worry your pretty little face about it Honey" Vox sneered, rubbing his cheek in a falsely affectionate way. "Vox is a big boy and can handle himself. I just gotta put this into some tea bags. (Y/n) WILL be MINE."

"Ugh" The moth groaned, taking a puff of his cigar,"She's not even worth it. She hangs out with radio, fossil trash. If she was good shed know who to choose. Besides, I'm better than she is, right?"

"You're wrong." Vox said, his left eye radiating hypnotizing waves out of anger,"(Y/n) is perfect. She's everything, and she will be mine."

Vox's demonic laughter could be heard across the building, sending chills down anyone who heard it's spine.

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"Honey!!" (Y/n) exclaimed, holding up the box of tea that arrived at their house,"Your tea shipment came!"

Alastor, who was reading the paper at the kitchen table, looked over to see his dear (Y/n) carrying two large cardboard boxes.

He teleported over, making his shadows place them atop of the counter. His keen eyes narrowed at the second box, seemingly almost identical to the first one.

"How peculiar!" Alastor said, tapping his cane on the second box, almost poking it as if it was a foreign object.

"What's peculiar about it?" The fellow deer demon asked, peering over at the box her partner was so intrigued by.

"I did not order two shipments of tea from the catalogue this month!" He replied, his smile tightening in irritation. Could someone be trying to plant something in this hotel? Trying to hurt any of his friends, his beloved, or him?

"Maybe it's a promo box?" (Y/n) suggested,"I mean, you are a loyal customer of theirs. Maybe they want you to try a new product, I hear that's the new rage."

"Ah" Alastor replied, walking closer to the counter to rip open the second box to be met with a letter and a large box of tea.

"Thank you for your loyalty Mr. Alastor. We're reaching out to our most loyal customers to give this Promo box to! We're asking that you try our newest flavor, a (your favorite flavor) but with a twist! Despite the erratic sounds at night in Hell, this tea should help you fall right asleep! If you enjoy it, please promote so on your beloved Radio Show!"

"I was right!" The doe said, looking up at her partner,"They must've given it to you because they know you're famous and can promote their tea! Very smart people, I wanna try one tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? Why not today my doe?" Alastor said, looking down at his partner.

"My stomach isn't feeling the best. Charlie's cake wasn't fully cooked through, but I didn't want to be rude and not eat it. Especially because no one else was!"

Alastor chuckled, petting her sensitive ears. "Now now (Y/n), you should've listened to me! I know all!"

"Al..." She said, batting her eyes up at him,"Do you mind trying it for me? I wanna know if it's good, but I don't want to throw up in my sleep!"

"Why should I?" He inquired, smirking down at (Y/n). "It seems like this predicament could've been easily avoided my little doe! Hahaha!"

"Please" She softly asked, smiling at him back.

"I suppose I can try one cup of it." He said, sitting down at the table, fully expecting (Y/n) to make him the cup as he finished reading his paper.

She giggled at him and began to start the kettle. Moments like these can't be replaced, a docile and homey moment between the two of them. (Y/n) loved seeing this side of him. The Alastor side of him, not the Radio Demon.

(Y/n) opened the smaller box that was enclosed in the large one, picking out the first tea bag. She smelled the bag, the fumes of blended herbs wafting in her nostrils. It smelled lovely, she would've to drink one alongside Alastor.

But she held back on picking up another bag, knowing its sleeping effects. (Y/n) really didn't want to throw up while in her sleep, and potentially on Alastor, who would be as knocked out as her.

Sighing, she finished preparing the tea, pouring it in Alastor's favorite teacups, the one (Y/n) gifted him on their second anniversary many years ago.

She walked back over to him, placing the teacup on his saucer, putting the sugar cube in as well.

"Thank you dearest" Alastor said, his eyes skimming over the newspaper,"I shall be in our room in a moment, why don't you go ahead and get in your nightwear?"

"Alrighty" (Y/n) replied, patting the back of Alastor's chair. That was something the two of them did, (Y/n) knew when to touch Alastor and when to not. Still wanting to show him affection, she'll pat an object close to him.

Alastor gave her a soft smile before returning his focus to the newspaper.

The doe walked up the stairs in the hotel to their shared room. She got in her fluffy pajamas, completed each and every step to her skincare routine, and crawled into bed with a book.

The silence was only broken by the occasional turn of a page, this was (Y/n)‘s daily quiet time, as Alastor liked to read the paper before turning in for the night.

This normally is for about an hour, but tonight it was a mere 30 minutes as the door busted open.

The doe yelped, her skittish nature causing her to flinch at the sudden jolt of noise. Her partner flittered into the room before crawling on top of her, his eyes droopy from the affect.

“Hi sugar” He said, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His ears were pressed against his head as he affectionately nuzzled (Y/n). Alastor grabbed her waist and flipped her on top of him, allowing him to bring her closer to his body, her chest atop of his.

“Al-Alastor?!” (Y/n) exclaimed, tensing up. What has gotten into him!? He’s not one to ever make such…bold advances.

“Oh my love” He said, a dreamy lilt in his voice,”you’re just perfection incarnate. Such a lovely little fawn you are.”

Blushing heavily, she let him rest himself on her, snuggling contently. It was rather peaceful, she did not know where this sudden chance of behavior came from, but it certainly wasn’t the worst by far.

(Y/n)’s ears perked up hearing a notification sound ding from her phone. She slowly grabbed it to check what it was.

Alastor was not very keen on allowing this sort of technology in the house, especially knowing Vox is over all of it. So they made a compromise, he’d take out the camera and microphone and she could have the phone.

Seeing it was a message from Vox, she opened it.

Vox: “Hey sweetheart, I pulled a few strings and got a shipment of some new tea of (your favorite flavor) that was being tested. How did you like it baby?”

(Y/n): Oh, it was good, thanks!

Vox: Just good? You sure sweet stuff? Wasn’t it so good you could just kiss the lips off of the person who got it for you?

(Y/n) sighed, shutting her phone off and curling up with her lover.

“I think that’s a yes!” Vox said, throwing his hands in the air ceremoniously. He quickly put on his best bow tie, in hopes it would get taken off by fingers other than his, and made his way towards the Hazbin Hotel.

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Vox searched through each room until he found the one you and Alastor shared.

He scowled at the door, seeing a heart with the initials scribed on it “(Y/i) + A”

Pathetic. He could give you so much more than that. He could give you the most advanced technological sign known to mankind just for some silly initials, not some shitty hard with nearly illegible handwriting.

He opened the door, his signature smirk dropping as he saw Alastor, his arch nemesis (in Vox’s eyes) peppering small little kisses all over (Y/n)‘s face, making her giggle.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vox yelled, his face was blue-screening.

Alastor took one look at the fellow Overlord and let out a long string of laughter, sitting up as he pulled (Y/n) into his lap.

“Vox?! What are you doing here?!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO DRINK THE TEA!! AND THEN YOU’D BE MINE!!”

Alastor hooked a arm around (Y/n)‘s waist, looking at his opponent across the room.

“This is my doe, my love, and we all know if she would’ve drank the tea, she would’ve always chosen me.”

Lets just say, the power around the Pride Ring went out after that comment.

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[xjulixred45x]

I could't contain myself guys sorry--

Bro, do you realize how scary it would be to have Vox as a Yandere?

just imagine it. You could be one of his workers, maybe too good at your job, because not only do you do what Vox tells you without asking questions, but you also know what to say and what not to say to avoid a "tantrum" from him. or rather, when his insecurities attack with force like when Alastor returns.

Vox would probably be a somewhat condescending yandere (as seen with Val) but don't think you can't turn tables easily, if you stroke his ego enough, you can have him around your finger. but that doesn't make it any less dangerous for those around you.

He makes the typical 180 degree turn in attitude when it comes to Other Employees and when it comes to You. Damn, you may be the only one of his employees who gets paid vacations (or even vacations) or even birthday bonuses, things like that. He likes to give you his things or products with the excuse that "they are for testing" even if they have already been released on the market.

Like:

Vox: who the fuck eat My leftovers!?! WHENEVER WHO WAS I'M GOING TO-

Darling: it was me sir.

Vox:--give You the rest and take You out for lunch, You haven't eaten in the whole day AGAIN, didn't ya?

He definitely avoids conflict with you by hypnotizing you, when he starts to feel hostility, fear on your part or that you want to leave, he makes you "out of nowhere" have "ONE MORE TASK" and you can't help but do what he says.

and IT IS NOT just to avoid fights or for you to leave, it is something CONSTANT (once every two days MINIMUM), although Vox is not worried about your brain turning into mush due to its powers, it always keeps nutritious things in your diet and they come out relatively often , as you have to follow him everywhere.

Eventually he becomes more clingy and needy in this case, it's practically not that he's proposing to you or anything, he's just slowly dragging you into a relationship without you realizing it (because you're not lucid enough). Unless you develop a higher level of tolerance to his hypotonic trick, I don't think you'll notice his Red Flags.

I think it would be ESPECIALLY BAD if Darling is also a Sinner, because then they wouldn't even be able to get out of the pride ring to run away from Vox. leaving you with many fewer options and having to avoid all of Vox's technology, which you could only achieve by 1- going to the Cannibal Legion or 2- going to the Hazbin Hotel.

Running away is EXTREMELY DIFFICULT, not only because of his hypnotic trick, but because he literally has EYES EVERYWHERE, on every screen in hell. If you somehow manage to get away with it and run away, Vox would be SO ANGRY and looking for you all over hell with their screens.

Although definitely if you were gone more than a day, he would be more distraught than angry and would begin to despair. Even Val and Velvet would give him a hand because of how bad it would be.

Just imagine, thinking that you finally lost sight of Vox's search drones, without realizing that you stand in front of some store and VOX ITSELF appears on the screens :)

If you made the stupid decision to go to the Hazbin Hotel, Vox would be distraught and would even think that Alastor was somehow holding you hostage, obviously! Why would you go there if you knew his biggest enemy was there? Alastor must be using you as a bargaining chip! How dare he!?

(in this case, fortunately, the punishment is much less severe, but he would definitely monitor you for the rest of your life)

When he eventually gets you back (after a few days or even WEEKS of anguish) expect, first of all, to be in a mortal embrace that lasts AT LEAST 2 days and then receive your "punishment" which would be to be under hypnosis for AT LEAST 1 YEAR to be sure that this NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.

Although calm down! He gives your mind breaks periodically because 1- he doesn't know if that would ultimate mess with your head and 2- it's nice to hear YOU talk instead of the robotic version.

When that year FINALLY ends, you will be a much more obedient, more terrified, sweeter version of You, according to Vox, like a frightened Deer. It was a long and hard process, but the good thing is that you don't have to do anything anymore! absolutely! Just do what he tells you and everything will be fine.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Not one of the Best yanderes to have, but Def not the worst

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Vox: Can you be serious for five minutes?

You: Ok boomer

Vox, on the edge of malfunctioning: ...

Velvette, smirking: Can we keep her? I like this one

Valentino, blowing smoke into the air: This one's more tolerable than the last

You, grinning: Oh, this will be fun

I wanna write Vox with a Gen Z reader sooooooo bad but I have no ideas lmfao

[alastor-simp]

Alastor with a female reader who is Selectively Mute Part 3

❥Summary: A certain overlord intrudes on both you and Alastor. This situation is going to become very tense, once you realized who exactly this is.

❥Tags: Selectively mute reader, fluff, fluff and romance, friends to lovers, demi-romantic alastor, alastor frowns, vox being vox, alastor is not used to feelings, comedy, alastor and vox rivalry, spoilers of episode 2, protective alastor, confessing feelings, fem reader.

❥Notes: This is the final chapter of this series. I hope you all enjoyed it :).

"Well well well, if it isn't the Radio Demon." You felt Alastor tense, and the static in the air began to increase. Turning around, you noticed there was another demon standing behind the both of you. He stood as tall as Alastor, sporting a dark blue tuxedo and large red bow tie. The most striking thing on him was his head. It resembled a tv screen. On the screen was a pair of striking red eyes and blue colored teeth. His eyes were filled with immense hate, while sporting a cocky grin.

Alastor slowly turned around, smile strained immensely on his face, which you noticed. Did Alastor know this man? "Ah! If it isn't Vox! The piece of shit television himself?" Alastor snarled back at the TV, teeth sharpening the more he spoke. Ohhh this was Vox! You never saw what he looked like, but you knew about the rivalry between him and Alastor, especially since you heard Alastor mention him in his last broadcast. He was part of a group called the Vee's, which consisted of overlords Valentino, Velvette and Vox. The only Vee you knew about fully was Valentino since he was Angel's boss and you really didn't like him. Vox's eye twitch at Al's insult, but the grin was still present on his face. "HAHAHA! Even after 7 years, you still remained an a**hole. Took you a while to show your ugly face back here. Finally decided to join my team?" He approached closer, arms crossed in front of him, as his eyes were locked on Al, ignoring you. Al's head flew back in laughter, before it snapped back into place, as he let out, "HA! No!"

The both of them were locked in a stare off, with the sounds of static and whirring penetrating the air around you, making you a tad bit nervous. Soon Vox broke the stare, and turned to look at you, eyes widen a tad in shock, before they gazed at you, sensually. "My my! Quite a looker, aren't you! May I know your name, sweetie?” His clawed hand had grabbed yours, as he was leaning down to give it a peck. It felt like a hole had opened inside your stomach. Something about the way he acted made you very uncomfortable. You were use to actions like this from Alastor, as they made your heart skip a beat, but coming from Vox, you didn't like it. A small growl was heard next to you, and another clawed hand had grabbed Vox's wrist, removing his hand from yours. "It is quite rude to touch a lady without her consent, you know! So, H̶̱̞̗͈̮͛̓̔̄͐̉a̴̯̜̗̝̠̰͌̈̋̚͝ͅn̸̖̝͙̜̩̳͆͋̿̃ͅd̸̡̤̅̈̐́̎̐̕s̵̭̀̏͛͐̅ ̷̡̢̩͉͔͍̹̐̃̉͌́̕͠ȍ̸̳̗̰̻͚͔͎͒̄ff̵̘̻̠̗̏̆̚." Radio dials flashed on Al's face, along with his shadow demons poking out a different corners, ready to strike. Scoffing, Vox just pulled his hand away, annoyed that Al had the nerve to touch him, before wearing a sinister grin.

"Heh! Who is the little hottie? A new toy for you to mess with?" Now that pissed you off. You were about to start typing your response on your phone, but Alastor had spoken for you. "She is none of your concern! Now, I believe its time for the both of us to head back! Hope you have an unpleasant evening, Vox!" Al wrapped an arm around you again, ready to leave, but he was stopped by a very loud cackle. "HAHAHAHAHA! Oh this is rich! You running away again?!" He was hunched over, holding his stomach from laughter. Your eyes looked over at Al. His smile was completely strained, to the point of it almost breaking. He was trying very hard to maintain his composure, and not rip off Vox's head, but Al didn't want you to see that side of him, his true side that bathed in carnage and gore, while he danced on the corpses of the demons he slaughtered. Alastor had developed a soft spot for you during his time at the hotel. He hated it immensely, that the more he conversed with you, the more vulnerable he got. He was the radio demon, the most feared demon in hell, who broadcasted the deaths of many overlords to all the residents of hell, but you are able to change him, so he made a vow to himself that he would protect you and help you whenever you were under distress. Last thing he wanted to see from you was your eyes gazing at him in fear, after witnessing his true self.

Vox had finished his laugh session, before he stood back, placing his hands on his hips. "I figured after seven years of disappearing, you would be back to terrorizing the streets, but instead your acting like a little pu✪✪✪ bit✪✪, doing absolutely nothing! You have become such a fossil that barely anyone even remembers you, but they remember me, they always do, since I AM ONE OF THE V-SMACK!" Vox's speech was caught off by a strong slap to his screen face, stunning him a bit, before turning back to look at the both of you. Alastor was gazing at you in shock, not expecting that reaction from you, and slapping Vox across the face. Your face was red with anger, and he could almost see steam coming out of your ears. Grabbing your phone, you began to speed type what you wanted to say to Vox, before turning it towards him, voice speaker volume at full blast:

"𝙾𝙼𝙶 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄✪✪ 𝚄𝙿!!?!? 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂?! 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂, 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝚄✪✪ 𝙾𝙵𝙵!!!!"

Vox was put off a bit by your strange method of responding back, but he shook his head and began to walk closer, peering down at you. "You crazy bit✪✪!! Do you know who I am?! His response earned an eyeroll from you, as you continued to type what you wanted to say:

"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝! 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝, 𝚏𝚞✪✪-𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎! 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝-𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝!"

Vox's eyes widen, as he stepped back at what you said, stunned. "I'm...I'm not......I don't..." He fumbled with his words, unable to give a good comeback. Alastor continued to gaze down at you in awe, wondering where this side of you has been. Typing a final message, you played it out for him:

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊✪✪ 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜!

Grabbing Al's hand, you pulled it and began walking back in the direction you were going, leaving behind an open-mouth Vox, screen flashing to blue, as his brain couldn't compute that he just got owned. Alastor said nothing, and followed after you, as the both of you continued to walk back to the hotel. The walk was silent, neither you nor Alastor uttered a word to each other. Arriving at the doors to the hotel, you let Al's hand go, knowing that the others would ask questions if they saw the both of you holding hands. Entering inside, you were greeted by the others, asking how was the show and yada yada. You gave a thumbs up, while Al gave a lengthy response saying that the performance was spectacular. Alastor then urgently insisted that he needed to attend something, before snapping his fingers, disappearing from sight.

He hadn't looked at you the whole time, when the both of you came back. Had you upset him? He didn't appear angry when the both of you started to head back, but maybe he was hiding it from you. Thinking back to what you did, you realized that you maybe shouldn't have done that. Alastor was a powerful demon, the fearful gazes he got from others was proof of that. He was fully capable of defending himself against Vox, he didn't need you to do it for him. Your body wanted to head to where Alastor ran off to, but you decided not to, as he maybe needed time to cool off.

**12:00 AM**

It had finally reached midnight, and you had seen no trace of Alastor. He wasn't present for dinner nor did he return to the lobby. Heaving a sigh, you realized that you must have angered him very badly. You hoped you would see him tomorrow and apologize. Exiting your bathroom, you had finished brushing your teeth and put on your apple themed PJs, a gift from Charlie. Heading over to the bed, you took a sit on the fluffy covers, before falling back, cell phone planting on the bed as well. Too many emotions and thoughts were floating around in your head, preventing you from falling asleep. "Knock knock", a soft knocking noise was heard against your door. Getting up from your bed, along with grabbing your phone, you peeked into the peep hole, to see Alastor standing on the other side. Unlocking the door, you softly opened it. "Good evening, my dear! Sorry if I had disturbed your rest, but there is something I needed to discuss with you." His smile was still enlarged as always, but you couldn't tell if he was back to normal or still enraged. It was so hard to read him at times. Nodding your head, you moved your body to allow him in. He walked inside, standing at the center of your room, with his hands placed behind his back. He didn't turn around to face you, making you feel nervous. Suddenly, sounds of static-filled laughter erupted from him, causing you to jump up in shock.

Alastor turned to face you, still laughing with slight tears in his eyes. "Oh, apologies for the sudden laughter, but your little confrontation with Vox was highly entertaining, my dear! In all my years in hell, I have never seen that expression from him! HAHAHA! What a sight!" Alastor was still giggling with glee, wiping his eyes, that were leaking with tears. The laughing quickly stopped when he saw the look on your face, tears streaming down. Panicking, Al walked closer, wondering why you were crying. Pulling your phone up, fingers shakingly typing your message to Al"

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸…..𝙸

Unable to type, due to how hard your hands were shaking, you dropped your phone, hands flying to your face, wiping away at your tears. Alastor was silent, having not said a word after you dropped your phone. Two hands had grabbed yours, pulling them away from your face, allowing your eyes to look up at Al's. His expression was soft, wearing a small grin. "Why would you think I was angry with you, my dear?" His voice had dropped into a soft whisper, containing no traces of static. You casted your eyes down, still feeling ashamed. "Y/N. Look at me." Goosebumps appeared all over your body. He almost never addressed you by your full name. Peering back into his red irises, you looked straight at him. His eyes always held so much emotion, and the emotion you saw was pure warmth. His fingers wiped at your cheeks, cleaning the tears "I was never upset with you. Frankly, I was quite in awe at what you did. You defended me without hesitation and even called me a "friend." It has been many centuries since someone has addressed me that way, that it stunned me to my very core. Please don't cry, my dear. Tears don't suit your adorable face."

He rubbed your cheeks up and down like you were a cat. His sweet words felt like they were caressing your skin, causing shivers to flow through your body. Alastor leaned forward, placing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "You....you are quite a special one, aren't you. Being with you makes me feel things I thought had died long ago. Only time I felt anything like this was when my mother was still alive. These things....these feelings are changing me, you are changing me. Part of me wants to push them away, but the other part of me wants to embrace them, embrace this." His everlasting smile had dropped, causing your eyes to widen. He was frowning!! Alastor, the demon who always wore a smile, was frowning?! This was the real Alastor in front of you now, not the radio demon persona. Rubbing his forehead against yours, Al opened his eyes, staring back at you.

The both of you stayed in that position until Alastor spoke again, "All of this...is entirely new to me, my dear. But, I want to explore more of this with you. What say you, Y/N? Would you like for this to become something more?" The butterflies in your stomach were going haywire, as the color of your cheeks dyed a deep red. Alastor wanted to be with you? Have a relationship more than this? Your thoughts were filled with all of the moments the both of you had. The pleasant conversations, the sweet gestures and the looks he would give you. The answer was clear to you. Wanting to grab your phone, you realized you had dropped it, making you unable to tell Alastor your answer. No no. You didn't need the phone. Feelings of nervousness began to overtake you, as you bit your lip. Alastor noticed your expression, and pulled back.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll take my leave. We can discuss this another time." Alastor's smile had come back, but it seemed almost somber. Shaking your head, you didn't want him to leave without hearing what you had to say. Clenching your fists, you took a deep breath. Grabbing his coat, you pulled him down, back to your level. Alastor bent down. letting out a small gasp, not expecting your actions. Before he could speak, a pair of lips had attached to his. His crimson eyes widen in shock, his body becoming tense. His mind slowly began to piece together that you were kissing him. It left him shook, but he slowly eased into it, reciprocating back. The kiss lasted for a full minute, before you pulled away, and stared at Al. Biting your lip again, baring through the anxious emotions, you opened your mouth.

"I-I love you Alastor. I-I want to be t-together with you"

Alastor nearly gasped, legs almost buckling from what just happened. Did you just speak?!?!?!? You had spoken for the first time, in front of him. Your voice was so precious and soft, almost like an angel. His eyes sparkled with excitement, as he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you around in joy. Grabbing on to him, you let out a small chuckle, at his reaction. The spinning slowly stopped, as Al set you back down, placing his gloved hand on your pink-tinted cheek. His own face was similar to yours, flustered, yet he was wearing a love-struck expression. "I-I adore you as well, my doe." Seems it was still difficult for him to say I love you, but you were content with that. Alastor then leaned in to kiss your forehead, as he pulled back. "I believe it is past our bedtimes, my doe. I must, unfortunately head back to my quarters, but I will be here first thing in the morning." Listening to him, you nodded your head, letting out a soft "okay". Patting your head, he wished you pleasant dreams, as he made his way to your door, exiting your room. Watching him leave, you walked to the door, and placed a hand on it, before you turned around. Sliding your body down, you placed a hand on your chest as you gave a love struck sigh. It was official, both you and Al were going to be more than just friends. It made you nervous, but so excited at the same time. Getting up from your position on the floor, you went over to your bed, placing your head on the pillow. Grabbing the other across from you, you planted your face into it, squealing while kicking your feet in joy.

**Alastor POV**

Having left your room, Alastor still stood at your door, back facing it. Letting out a shaky sigh, he placed his back against it, letting his head fall back against it. His emotions were springily like crazy. All of this was still so new to him. His memory flashed back to what he said to you, annoyed that he couldn't say the three simple words, but he remembered the smitten look on your face, happy with that he said. The black heart in his chest was still beating a mile a minute, and his cheeks were still flaming hot. Sighing again, he moved from his position and walked down the hallway to head to his room. Tomorrow was going the be the first day of the both of you being in this kind of relationship, and he honestly couldn't wait.

~END~

Part 1 of Series is Here = X

Part 2 of Series is Here = X

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If I had a nickel for each time I made a oneshot based off a prompt from @timeslugarts I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice.🧍🏼‍♂️

Vox x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Cw: Talk of sex, mentions of feeling not good enough

The last red rose🌹

Reader feels like Vox is ashamed or embarrassed by their relationship and a drunk Valentino only solidifies those thoughts.

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You were Vox's prized diamond, a rose surrounded by thorns, the last unicorn in his eyes. You were kind, thoughtful, funny, tons of stuff the average sinner wasn't. He went to several lengths to make sure your beauty was safe and protected from the several news channels and overlords that were looking in. Unfortunately, his actions came off as him being ashamed of your relationship with you. It made you feel like you would never be enough to be seen with him in public.

Valentino had made another borderline porn film and Vox chose to go to the red carpet premiere with Velvette to support his friend and fellow overlord. You sat in your shared bed, wanting to stay in and not watch the smutty movie Val produced. The silk sheets rubbed comfortably against your skin as you settled into a more comfy position. Watching as the camera panned over other famous demons, hellborn, and overlords. The camera then focuses on Vox, bringing a subconscious smile to your face as you see him answer questions and look into the camera.

"Are you seeing anyone?" The journalist asks, shoving the mic into his face. Before he could answer a drunk Valentino takes it and giggles, "We are like rabbits." This made you sit up, shocked as he went on and on about different bedroom acts. This felt like a red, hot iron strike your heart. How dare he just let him speak like that when he knows you're watching. All for an image to sinners that he said were less important, less worthy of his time, less worthy of him.

His laugh was what broke you, that nonchalant chuckle he made when he tried to escape awkward situations. Warm tears started to roll, muffled sobs escaping your mouth as you covered it with your hand. You were angry. The man you loved, cherished, and planned on marrying one day just betrayed you after his actions made you think you were nothing more than some toy he could play house with.

When he comes home he's shit-faced drunk, removing his jacket and throwing it to the floor, expecting to cuddle with you. Unfortunately, he was only met with a cold bed and messy sheets, a clear sign you were here, but you were nowhere to be seen. This sobered him up a bit, he did everything to protect you, but he failed. That is until he found the note, at first he thought it was a ransom note or something, but it was your handwriting. He read the scribbled ink;

'I went somewhere else. As I know you're probably embarrassed by me, so I hope you're happy with Valentino'

This shook him to his core, he tried everything to keep you out of the public eye for your safety only to be the reason you left. He crumpled the note, cursing under his breath. He did this and now he has to fix it. He collected all the photos he had and wrote a script up for his nightly talk show.

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He addressed the journalist's question and Valentino's response. Stating that his relationship with Val was only friendly and platonic and that he was very much in love with someone else. Pictures of your first date, birthdays, holidays, even one of Vox sleeping faded in and out slowly on the screen as he talked about his genuine feelings and how he felt about your relationship, and his reasons to keep you hidden.

He talked about how your nose scrunched when you giggled and how you held his hand when you felt nervous.

"I fucked up. I tried so hard to keep you out of the camera that I pushed you away. I know words can't fix actions, but please come back to me so I can make things up to you. Please." He said while looking directly into the camera.

This was broadcasted all over hell, even on the radio in hopes you would hear it and hear it you did. You had went to Charlie for advice and help, sobbing on her couch when the broadcast came on. You were touched, hell genuinely thinking about fully forgiving him, but a small part of you was still angry. It took you to leave for him to wake up to address the rumors of his and Val's relationship that spread months ago and finally speak the truth about your role in his life. You ultimately decided to go back, apologizing for leaving. "Darling, don't apologize. If anyone should apologize, it should be me. I made you feel like nothing, but you're everything to me." He stated, hugging you tightly when you walked into his office.

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Cameras clicked as the limo rolled up, shouts of questions and excitement started up as the door opened and Vox got out, giving the cameras his signature smile before turning back and holding out his hand towards you. You grab his hand nervously, stepping out and giving a shy smile to the crowd. Finally, you both felt like you were his only thought.

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Carpal tunnel core <3 /j Hope yall enjoy (^^)

[babesway22]

“In Too deep” part 10

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?

The kitchen countertop was covered in a dusting of flour and remnants of broken eggshells. Frustrated murmurs escaped your lips as you haphazardly combined the ingredients, creating a messy yet committed scene as you set out to make a batch of pancakes. Throughout your life, you never had the opportunity to hone your cooking skills; your husband had never been supportive of much anything, often leaving you without even enough to put food on the table, money always scarce. Despite it all, you woke up determined to prepare something for Vox; he always approached taking care of you with such tenderness that it made you feel guilty for not putting in the same effort, even though Vox preferred it that way.

“Fuck,” you cursed, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead and staring down at the lopsided plate of pancakes.

“What have we here?” Vox’s raspy voice called out behind you, making you turn and walk into his embrace, his long, warm arms holding you tightly to his bare chest as if you could slip away from him. You found yourself gazing up at him, still reeling from the realization that he was finally yours. "I tried making pancakes, but they didn't turn out well," you confessed, gently extricating yourself from his embrace. With a swift motion, you poured him a steaming cup of coffee, the swirling steam creating a mesmerizing dance in the air as you handed it to him.

"What?" you chuckled, hardly able to catch your breath, as you looked at his perplexed and amused expression.

“You just," he set his mug of coffee down on the counter and strolled over to where you were standing, enveloping you in his embrace again. With a gentle touch, he lifted your chin, his fingers delicately sweeping away the smudge of flour dusting your forehead. "You have a little something right here," he murmured, his warm breath grazing your skin. You gazed into his eyes, mesmerized by their deep crimson color as they carefully examined your features. A soft chuckle escaped him when he noticed your prolonged stare.

"You're so hot," you complimented, laughing internally at your own choice of words.

"Poetic," he chuckled teasingly, letting you go. "You know, I was thinking," he paused to clear his throat, observing you closely as you started arranging the food on a plate, accidentally spilling syrup on the counter.

“Mhm,” you replied, not looking up from your mess.

“I’d like to take you on a date; we've never really- thank you,” he said, graciously grabbing the offered plate. “We’ve, uh, never really had a proper, romantic date,” he smiled nervously, sitting across from you at the table.

"Who would have thought I'd hear you use the words 'romantic' and 'date'?" you teased, taking a big bite, enjoying the sweet and salty combination of butter and syrup.

"Turns out, I'm full of surprises," he responded with a mischievous smile, savoring each bite of the food as a satisfied groan escaped his lips. “These are good, doll.” His piercing red eyes met yours, their intensity always sending a rush of fluttering butterflies through your stomach.

“I'm pleased you like them," you murmured, feeling a warm blush spreading across your face. Every interaction with him seemed to carry an air of intimacy now, making your heart beat faster. In turn, he felt the same, his breath catching as he gazed deeply into your eyes and softly whispered, “Beautiful,” His focus on you interrupted when Cor gently knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Good morning, sir and madam," he greeted with a nod, stepping forward to stand before you. His smile lit up his face, reaching his bright blue eyes as he addressed each of you with warmth and respect.

“What?" Vox's eyebrows furrowed as he asked, his tone filled with annoyance; without waiting for Cor's response, Vox shot up out of his chair, “FUCK,” he cursed, abruptly interrupting Cor, whose mouth was held open to speak, ultimately closing it with a hearty chuckle at Vox's sudden reaction.

“Did he miss another meeting?” you said playfully, your eyes following hungrily as vox's shirtless form disappeared into the bedroom.

"Indeed, he has a history of such behavior. How have you been feeling?" Cor inquired, his bright blue eyes full of vitality, turning his attention toward you.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you looked into his eyes. With a genuine smile, you confessed, "This is the best I've ever felt." His warm expression mirrored your own, creating a moment of genuine connection with your dear friend. As Vox muttered curses and hopped on one leg through the bedroom, both of you turned to look at him. He was slipping on his dress shoe and holding his jacket between his teeth. "How late?" he asked, his voice muffled by the fabric.

"Approximately 15 minutes," Cor stated, glancing down at his watch with a look of precision and assurance.

“Fuckinggoddamnit,” Vox cursed, slipping his jacket over his broad shoulders and walking briskly to stand in front of where you were seated. “I gotta go, baby, date tonight, okay?” he nodded, bending down to kiss you tenderly, his lips lingering before he tore himself away. “I love you; thank you for breakfast,” He turned sharply on his heel, with Cor obediently following closely behind. The heavy door closed with a loud thud, enveloping the room in a peaceful and comfortable silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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

Vox rolled his shoulders back as he let out a deep sigh, “Speak up, will you,” he asked, observing with a lack of amusement as the diminutive demon stumbled over his words, his voice revealing nervousness as he struggled to hold eye contact, repeatedly averting his gaze downward as he spoke about his proposed deal. The delivery lacked the confidence and vigor that Vox typically favored. Overall, the behavior did not sit well with him: a sneer curling his lip, revealing razor-sharp teeth. To add to the frustration, the meeting was utterly pointless, having already reviewed all the material just hours before. However, it was important for the company's image to accept input from outsiders, so he begrudgingly sat in the meeting, only half-listening. On the bright side, it wasn't a bad idea, but Vox would never admit it. He always craved the upper hand, his ego too hungry to acknowledge that someone else might have better plans. So, Vox allowed his mind to wander to you, always to you. He couldn't get you out of his mind if he tried; your quiet moans and whimpers when you came around his cock, your soft lips on his, your effortless way at making him feel at ease; shit, he’d be deceiving himself if he claimed that it wasn't impacting his job performance. Becoming increasingly forgetful and more easily irritated when you're not around.

“S-so, what do you think?” the demon's voice cut in, drowning out his thoughts.

“It's not bad," Vox boomed as he reentered the conversation, his commanding voice resonating throughout the large conference room. "There are a few things that need to change for me to get on board," Vox continued, his tone laced with arrogance. "I’ll have my assistant draft a new contract with a proposal for 20% of the gross profit and your name discreetly included in the fine print," Vox declared calmly as he stood up and began pacing in front of the demon, his arms folded neatly behind his back.

"I...I suppose," he stammered, his voice faltering as Vox's loud and commanding tone cut him off mid-sentence.

“Greatttttt,” vox beamed, his grin so sharp that it reached his eyes, creating a menacing expression as he grabbed the smaller man's shoulder forcefully, causing him to flinch in pain. Vox's expression turned serious as he leaned in and spoke dryly, "I'll have it sent over today, buddy. See your way out." With that, he dropped his smile and pushed through the conference room doors, leaving the demon standing there, contemplating every life choice that had led him to this moment.

As Vox entered the bustling hallway, he watched his and your assistants scurry around him with urgency. Suddenly, Cor appeared by his side and matched his brisk pace, his long strides creating a sharp contrast to the smaller assistant's shorter steps.

“Sir, I have the information you requested," Cor said, slightly out of breath as he struggled to keep up with the overlord.

Vox's gaze remained fixed ahead as he inquired, "And?" Impatience tinged his voice, his attention already shifting to the next matter at hand.

"Well, it seems as though," Cor cautiously scanned the dimly lit hallway before continuing hushedly, "it isn't possible, sir. There have been reports of rumors circulating about Lucifer himself bestowing the ability for sinners to bear children, but..." Cor's voice trailed off as Vox cast a stern glance in his direction.

“And what of the item I asked you to get?” he murmured, swinging open his office doors.

Cor nodded and closed the heavy oak doors behind them, enclosing the room in a cocoon of silence. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. With a slight bow, he offered it to Vox, who accepted it with his large hand.

"excellent. Thank you," Vox murmured, tucking the box into his pocket. He settled into his opulent chair, and with a snap of his fingers, the room was awash in an azure glow as the array of monitors on the desk sprang to life.

"May I speak frankly, sir?" Cor inquired.

"Of course, I would expect nothing less. What's on your mind?" Vox's attention remained fixed on the monitors.

"Sir, I'm absolutely thrilled for you. I honestly never imagined that this day would arrive," he exclaimed with a beaming smile.

Vox finally met his faithful assistant's gaze with a loud huff. "Thanks," Vox replied sarcastically. "And she hasn't said yes yet, so don't get your hopes up because I have no idea what I'm doing, as far as, uh," he gestured above his head, hoping the words would come to him.

“Proposing?” Cor asked, raising his eyebrows.

“That,” Vox muttered softly, his hands dropping to his lap with a thud, his gaze irresistibly drawn back to the monitors.

"Ah! Well, you just need to express to her how much she means to you and share what you envision providing for her, and the rest will naturally fall into place. Oh, and don't forget to get down on one knee, sir, and present the ring," Cor said with a smug smile.

"I'm fucked,” Vox sighed.

********

"Would you look at that? A date? He should've asked you out ages ago, but that's my opinion. He doesn't seem to have a romantic bone in his body. Or wires? I dunno what that freak has. I can't understand what you see in him," Velvette sneered, her hand resting on her tiny hip.

"He's been really good to me, anyways," you huffed, pushing stray strands of hair away from your face. "I just need some help picking out an outfit," you added, following Velvette as she elegantly moved around the luxurious dressing room.

“Right,” Velvette nodded thoughtfully, running her manicured fingers through a rack of elegant, luxurious dresses. "I have a new collection of lingerie that would be perfect underneath. It's classy but with a hint of slut. You know what I mean?”

“I don't-” you began, snapping your mouth closed as she shoved a complete outfit into your hands.

“Dressing rooms over there, go on,” she shooed you away, mild annoyance on her features. As you stepped out a few moments later, you held the front of the dress tightly, then turned your back to her, offering her the opportunity to zip it up.

"I'll be," she snorted, spinning you around to face her. You looked down, adjusting the fabric to smooth out any wrinkles. "What? Is it too much?"

"Vox picked the right one, I'll tell ya. You look stunnin', all thanks to me, of course," she added with a wicked smile. It was evident that every one of Vee's egos had been clearly inflated.

After choosing the dress and lingerie combo, you allowed Velvette to box it up for you for later and busied yourself for the rest of the day, finding a couple of your new assistants on Vox’s floor, deciding on watching them work, correcting them when necessary, and even helping to answer a few strange calls.

"I thought I told you, no more work," Vox whispered into your ear from behind, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine and a tingling sensation to your stomach. You closed your eyes, trying to suppress a moan.

"Well, I'm bored, so deal with it," you said, your voice taking on a sultry yet determined tone.

"Can't have that now, can we, doll?" he murmured, not caring that he was interrupting you teaching two now petrified assistants.

"Vox," you said, turning to face him, his tall body caging you into the desk, his arms placed protectively on either side of you.

“Fuck off,” he growled to the two male assistants, his eyes watching them as they stumbled from behind the desk, busying themselves elsewhere.

You playfully expressed mock indignation, taking hold of the top of his dress shirt and playfully fiddling with the button. "How rude," you teased.

"It's all part of my charm," he remarked, his devilish grin spreading contagiously, eliciting a giggle from you.

“Mhm, so, what time is this date?” you asked.

“Well, it's the afternoon now, let's say 8 pm; I should be done with everything by then,” he sighed, allowing his eyes to roam hungrily up and down your body.

“Where are you taking me?” you inquiresd, blush spreading across your face making you turn you away to hide it.

“Look at me,” he growled, the vibrations from his chest making you feel warm and fuzzy. Your eyes met his, the glow from his crimson eyes making you clench your thighs together, a movement he noticed. Picking you up in a quick movement and throwing you over his shoulder, he slapped your ass, making you yelp loudly; his throaty, hoarse chuckle escaped from his lips as he strode down the hallway, shooting a menacing glare at anyone who dared to meet his gaze.

“Be a good girl and be quiet, doll. People are trying to work,” he said, his usual arrogance filling your ears.

“Fuck you, Vox,” you placed your hands on his back, propping yourself up, scoffing at all the people staring at you as you passed.

“Obviously,” he chuckled to himself, kicking open the heavy wooden doors of his office with one foot, causing them to swing wide. After stepping inside, he forcefully slammed the doors shut, making sure to lock them securely this time. He strode across the room and sat in his chair, gently lifting you off his back and settling you onto his lap, paying no heed to the disapproving look you shot as you brushed the hair out of your face.

“Hello baby,” he smiled, cocking his head to the side and using one finger to push you back untill you were laying on his desk, your legs still wrapped around him.

“Thought you were busy?” you asked, sucking air through your teeth as he pushed your shirt up, the cool air hardening your nipples.

His voice took on a dark, hushed tone as he uttered, "For you? Never." his hands closed around your hips, pushing you down onto him.

“Vox,” you sighed, arching your back off the desk, moaning loudly when his lips closed around a nipple, the warmth and soft sparks from his mouth making you soak your barely there underwear.

“No skirt today, fucking shame,” he whispered, his lips closing around the other nipple, his hands lifting your ass up, yanking the tight fabric of your pants down until you were exposed. “I'm addicted,” he spoke Into your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in the valley between your breasts. Sitting back up, his fingers teased the thin strip of fabric that covered your cunt, a long finger slipping in, making you cry out.

“Regrettably, I'll have to keep this brief as I'm due for another meeting in just 10 minutes," he said, his voice tinged with restraint as he added another finger, your moans driving him to insanity.

“I'll take everything you give me,” you whined.

“Shit,” he hissed, the sound of his pants being undone, making your chest rise and fall faster, the intense desire blazing inside you like an uncontrollable wildfire.

“Fuck me, Vox, fuck me,” your loud cries pathetic, all for him. Pulling your underwear to the side, he grabbed onto your hips and thrust in, filling you beyond what you could take, but your body would always open up to him.

“Yesssssss,” he snarled, slamming you repeatedly onto him, lewd wet slaps filling the office that likely were spilling into the hall, but you both couldnt find it in yourselves to care, the ecstasy overcoming you both.

“Damn baby,” he gritted through his teeth, a strong arm lifting your body off the desk so you were sat up in front of him, his lips hungrily finding yours. “Im gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Vox,” you panted, your arms finding leverage around his neck, allowing you to slam down onto him, the sharp drop of your hips making the air leave your lungs.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, his large hands grabbing onto your ass, guiding you down as your hips met his, your clit rubbing onto the hem of his open pants.

“Vox,” you screamed, an orgasm ripping through you violently, your body vibrating with intense pleasure, “oh my god,” you panted, hands digging into the skin in the back of his neck, making him nip your bottom lip.

“God can get fucked,” he growled menacingly, his hands driving you down onto him harder, making tears well in your eyes at the overstimulation.

“I love you,” you began to repeat, the burning of another orgasm tingling in your lower abdomen.

“You know I love you, baby. You gonna cum again?” he chastised, a devilish smirk spreading across his face. You began whimpering, looking down between your bodies, the sight of him disappearing in and out of your soaked cunt too much, another orgasm sending blissful shockwaves of pleasure down your spine, gripping him so tightly that he had to slow his thrust to push through the tightening muscle. His loud curses were next, his head flung back as he spilled Into you, one final slam of your hips onto him, and he stilled, his chest heaving as loud pants left him.

“How's that for a quickie?” you laughed, patting his chest until he brought his head back up.

“I’m late, but it's worth it,” he murmured. Looking behind you, he checked the time on one of the monitors and then pulled you to his chest, placing a soft kiss into your hair. Leaning back up, you glared at him.

"What?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Stop frightening my assistants. You rely on them, and so do I. Understand?" you admonished, pointing a finger in his direction, yelping as he clasped it firmly.

“Your assistants just heard you getting fucked by their boss,” The room echoed with his boisterous laughter as he playfully teased you, savoring the sight of your surprised and bewildered expression.

“You're such an ass,” you scolded, wincing as you pulled yourself off him, grabbing your discarded pants and shimmying them up your wobbly legs.

“So I've been told, dollface," his usual cocky facade was back, the one that first captured your heart. "I gotta go," he lamented, quickly fixing himself up. "8 pm, for the date, i’ll come find you," he said, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your lips, leaving you feeling lovesick.

“date. 8 pm. Got it,” you whispered, staring into his crimson eyes.

I'm so close to finishing it! I'm genuinely having the hardest time letting this story go as it's my first fic, but chapter 11 will be it, guys.

As always, I am tagging the wonderful souls that have interacted with me the most:

@annakade @lil-glum @vvzhyxx @demenica

[princesscait26]

A Unlikely Friendship: 2

Summary: The two rivals wives are caught (I’m really bad at summaries)

Alastor x reader, Vox x unnamed wife, Vox’s wife x reader Platonic!

Part 1

At the Hazbin Hotel, Y/n sat at her vanity, meticulously getting ready for the day. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the vanity bulbs. She was applying her lipstick when she noticed a familiar shadow in the mirror's reflection. Without turning, she spoke with a slight smile curving her now red lips, “I know you’re here.”

The shadow shifted, and in its place stood the Radio Demon himself. Alastor’s crimson eyes and broad smile fixed on his wife with a blend of curiosity and suspicion. “Where are you going today, my darling? It’s still only the morning,” he inquired, his tone deceptively casual.

Alastor was known throughout Hell for his malevolence, but in the presence of his wife, he was softened, almost vulnerable. Her absence left him feeling incomplete, a sensation he loathed.

Y/n turned, meeting his intense gaze with practiced ease. Avoiding his question, she picked up her purse and leaned in to plant a light kiss on his cheek. “I’m going out. I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t forget you have a meeting with Charlie today, dear!”

Before Alastor could react, she slipped past him, the reminder of his meeting momentarily distracting him. She made her way to the door, her heart pounding as she sensed his gaze burning into her back.

The moment the door clicked shut, Alastor’s smile twitched, replaced by a look of steely determination. His possessiveness gnawed at him. Where was his wife off to, and what was she doing? His mind raced with possibilities, none of which he liked.

He could not simply let it go. Summoning his shadow, he issued a silent command. "Follow her. Report back to me."

As Y/n exited the hotel and stepped into the bustling streets of Hell, she felt a chill, a whisper of unease that she couldn't quite shake. She knew Alastor's nature all too well, knew he wouldn’t take her abrupt departure lightly. Yet, she couldn’t let him control every aspect of her life.

Back at the hotel, Alastor paced his room, the meeting with Charlie all but forgotten. His thoughts were consumed by his wife’s mysterious outings. Though he trusted her, his darker instincts drove him to ensure her safety and loyalty.

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Y/n was blissfully unaware of Alastor's shadow trailing her as she made her way to the café. Believing she had successfully slipped away, she pushed open the door and was immediately enveloped by the comforting aroma of coffee and pastries. The gentle hum of conversation filled the air.

“Y/n!” a familiar voice called out. She turned to see Vox's wife, waving enthusiastically from a corner table. Y/n smiled and waved back, weaving her way through the tables to join her friend.

"I ordered your usual," she said with a warm smile as Y/n sat down. "Late again, I see. Did Alastor give you a hard time leaving?" She laughed, the sound bright and infectious.

Y/n giggled, sharing in the inside joke that both women held—how their husbands never made it easy for them to leave. "You know him too well," she replied with a chuckle. "It’s like trying to escape a shadow."

Vox’s wife’s eyes twinkled. "Well, we manage. It’s nice having these moments to ourselves."

Y/n sighed contentedly, her expression softening. "I enjoy your company so much. It’s rare to find someone who truly understands. You’re a great friend."

"You're too sweet," Vox’s wife replied, her smile widening. "If only our husbands knew how much they actually had in common."

The two women laughed, their voices mingling with the ambient sounds of the café. They reveled in their shared moments, finding solace and camaraderie in each other's presence.

Unbeknownst to them, Alastor's shadow had witnessed the entire encounter. It slipped away, returning swiftly to its master. Alastor listened intently to the shadow's report, his expression shifting from curiosity to shock, then to anger. How dare his wife meet with Vox’s wife, of all people!

On the other side of the city, Vox had grown suspicious as well and decided to follow his wife. When he arrived at the café, he was surprised and annoyed to see Alastor approaching from the opposite direction. Their eyes locked, and both men bristled at the sight of the other.

"What are you doing here?" Vox demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Alastor sneered. "I might ask you the same thing. I have every right to be here."

"As do I," Vox retorted, stepping closer. "However, it seems we have a more pressing matter at hand."

Their attention turned toward the café’s interior, where Y/n and Vox’s wife were laughing and chatting, oblivious to the storm brewing outside.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor's tone is dripping with amusement, but his eyes betray a flicker of something darker. He stands at the entrance, his silhouette casting an imposing shadow over their table. Next to him, Vox's eyes blaze with barely contained rage, his screen flickering.

The café falls silent, the patrons' eyes darting between the two imposing figures and the women. Y/n's heart skips a beat as she locks eyes with Alastor, his usually warm gaze to her now cold and penetrating.

"Alastor," Y/n starts, attempting to keep her voice steady, "This isn't what it looks like."

Vox's wife stands up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Vox, I—"

But Vox cuts her off, his voice low and seething. "You think I wouldn't find out? That you could hide this from me?" His words hang heavily in the air, his fists clenching at his sides.

Alastor steps closer, his smile never wavering but his eyes darkening. "My dear, I am not so easily deceived. And to think, you two have been meeting behind our backs. It seems our rivalry has taken a rather... unexpected turn."

Y/n can see the hurt beneath Alastor's facade. Despite his charm and confidence, there is a sting of betrayal in his eyes. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Alastor, we just wanted a break from the constant fighting. It was never meant to hurt you two. To be with someone who understands."

Vox's wife nods in agreement, her eyes pleading with her husband. "Vox, please understand. We needed to escape the endless cycle of your battles. We needed each other."

But Vox, his pride wounded, steps forward towards the two women, his voice cold. "You think I care about your excuses? This betrayal is unacceptable. You think sneaking behind our backs was a good solution" He glares at Alastor, as if blaming him for this newfound alliance between their wives.

Alastor, ever the performer, turns his attention back to Y/n, putting a hand up stopping Vox from getting closer to Y/n. His smile returning but now tinged with bitterness. "It seems we have more in common than we thought, Vox. Betrayed by those closest to us."

Vox scoffs, his gaze never leaving his wife. "Don't lump me in with you, Alastor. This changes nothing between us. If anything, it intensifies our rivalry."

Y/n steps forward, her voice firm. "Enough. Both of you. This isn't about your rivalry. It's about us, your wives, who have had enough of your childish antics. We wanted peace, but it seems that's too much to ask for."

Vox's wife joins her, her voice soft but determined. "We love you both, but we can't keep living like this. It’s exhausting. All of your time goes to your fight with him, Vox. Something has to change."

The tension in the café is palpable, the silence deafening as Alastor and Vox process their wives' words. Finally, Alastor speaks, his voice softer but still edged with frustration. "Perhaps we do need to reassess our priorities."

Vox, his anger simmering down to a low boil, nods in agreement. "For once, I agree with Alastor. This isn't over, but maybe it's a wake-up call."

Alastor's eyes flicked to Vox, surprise flickering across his face. "You're suggesting we... call a truce?"

"Temporary," Vox clarified, his tone grudging. "For the sake of our marriages."

Alastor considered this, then nodded slowly. "Agreed. Temporary."

Relief washed over Y/n and Vox’s wife as the tension in the air finally began to ease. The initial shock and anger on Alastor and Vox's faces had subsided into something more manageable, though still simmering beneath the surface.

Alastor, ever the gentleman, extended a hand to Y/n. “Come, my dear,” he said softly, though his eyes still held a hint of possessiveness. “Let’s return home. We have much to discuss.”

Y/n took his hand, squeezing it gently. “Of course, darling,” she replied, casting a reassuring smile over her shoulder at Vox’s wife.

Vox, meanwhile, wrapped a protective arm around his wife’s shoulders. “We’re leaving,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. “We need to talk as well.”

She nodded, leaning into him slightly. “Alright, Vox,” she murmured, her eyes meeting Y/n’s with a mixture of amusement and solidarity.

As the two couples moved in opposite directions, the two women turned back to each other, sharing a silent understanding. Their eyes met, and both broke into large, conspiratorial smiles. They waved goodbye, their hands lingering in the air as long as they could see each other.

“Until next time,” Y/n mouthed, her smile warm and genuine.

“Definitely,” she mouthed back, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

The café doors closed behind them, separating the two women physically but not in spirit. As Alastor and Vox led their wives away, the men’s grips firm yet gentle, the women’s thoughts lingered on their cherished friendship, silently vowing that this unexpected encounter wouldn’t be their last.

In the bustling streets of Hell, amidst the chaos and constant noise, two friendships stood resilient, bound by shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the complicated men they loved. For now, at least, the truce was a step toward peace—a fragile, tentative step, but a step nonetheless.

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[voonroo]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request fluff of vox having a crush / trying to court one of valentino's stars :3c like he loves her personality and how pretty she is rather than in a sexual way

Oh, You're A Star Alright

⌐‣Vox x Fem!Reader

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Vox x Fem!Reader

He first saw you one day when Val called him over to the studio for a second opinion.

Vox usually tries to avoid going to the actual studio where Val does his thing but even he knows sometimes he has to head over.

You were off to the side, waiting for your outfit for the first shoot when Vox walked in.

His eyes scanned the studio in search of Val but his eyes landed on you.

His gaze never left you until he heard Val’s voice calling him over from across the room.

He peeled his eyes off of you before walking towards Val.

He thought you were just another star of Val’s that he was going to use whenever he pleased.

But you were just so… captivating… yeah, captivating.

When you didn't leave his head for the next few days he knew he had to see you again.

He had access to all of Val’s employee's files, finding out your name and your work schedule.

He showed up on the cover of “Making Sure Everything Was Going Smoothly” It was easy to use that as an excuse considering what could happen behind the scenes.

Seeing you again just solidified something in Vox.

It was after your shift that you were approached by him.

“How about I treat you to dinner?”

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[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo part FOUR!

lets see what else is in store for y/n ... you didn't think Velvette was just going to let her get away now did you?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

Seems Velvette had tagged your photo on her story with the hashtag #newmodel? Flicking your gaze back up to an amused Angel.

“Well toots … you might as well collect all three than just two. Here’s to you babe - you are so fucked”. He raised his glass. Raising your own you blink in shock.

Fucked was right.

It had been a few days since your exciting little adventure to the Vee Tower, coupled with the fact Velvette had not only shared your post on Sinstagram but followed you was helping you gain thousands and thousands of new followers and likes. But like your tequila, you took this with more than a pinch of salt. The Vee’s didn’t do anything for free. There was always a catch. You were waiting for this one to hook you sooner or later.

Unfortunately for you, it was sooner rather than later. You had finished your job for the night ready to head home, plus there was a bottle of whiskey and a hot bath with your name on it. Arm raised to wave a taxi you were distracted by your phone starting to buzz in your other hand. Unknown Number. Huh, weird. Deciding to answer it you lower your arm. What harm could it do?

“Hello?”

“Is this Miss Y/n?” Frowning at the unfamiliar voice, hmm you were rather selective about who got your number. So … who was this?

“Speaking…?”

“Ah Miss Y/n I am Velvette’s assistant, and she is insisting that you come in to meet her to discuss an opportunity that you really do not want to miss out on” huh. Okay. Was not expecting that.

“Uh huhh … and when is she wanting to meet?” Looking up at the darkening sky you had a horrible feeling you weren’t going to be going home anytime soon.

“Well, what are you doing now?” Ohhh nooo! Come on!

“I have just finished work and was actu-”

“Ah perfect so you are free. Come to the Vee tower now and we will sort everything. See you soon” your mouth opened and closed as they hung up on the phone. Right eye twitching you took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly. The bloody nerve! Grinding your teeth you raise your arm up again and wave at a taxi. Trying to calm your anger you shove yourself in the first one that appears, telling them to take you to the Vee Tower. Stewing in the backseat you think it must be nice to be an Overlord – just ordering small insignificant demons around. Shaking off the attitude you realise you need to tidy yourself up.

Looking down at your outfit, a sigh escapes you. Not exactly the outfit you’d want to meet the fashionista Overlord in – a leather bustier, leather pants and your customary neon pink accessories and heels matching of course with your favourite faux fur coat – but it was going to have to do. You didn’t exactly have time to prepare. Scurrying around in your purse to find your compact mirror, you quickly tidy up your eyeliner – snarling at the cabbie when he purposefully swerved nearly wrecking your makeup – and pop a new layer of dark pink lipstick on with a topping of gloss. A quick fluff to your blonde/pink hair and that was the best it was gonna get with such little time to prepare. Spying your perfume, you give a little spritz to your neck, wrists, and boobs. Noting that you’d need to get some more on your next outing as you were nearly out.

Thankfully you had just enough time to get all that done before the taxi pulled up at the tower, throwing the money at the demon you step out on the street. If possible the tower seemed even taller than before. Intimidating. Shaking your head you steel yourself for this meeting, how the last one went down with the other two is not what you want this time round. No unnecessary touching. No being cornered. And no flirting. Okay maybe a little bit of flirting, you were a demon after all. Wait – no! No! Bad thoughts!

Stepping in to the reception you check the board to see what floor Velvette was on, marching to the elevators you ignore the same receptionist who seemed surprised to see you again. Yeah, Bitch I’m back! In the elevator you press Velvette’s floor and breath deeply. It would all be okay. Perhaps they were just going to tell you how much they liked your post? Or they were wanting a thank you in person for all the followers? Or how surprised at how naïve and stupid you sounded. Shaking your head you groan softly. Of course it wasn’t doing to be okay, dealing with the Vee’s was never okay. Or safe.

At the soft ding you pulled your attention away from your depressing thoughts and instead to the scene in front of you. Velvette yelling at a load of models, other demons running around grabbing body parts off the floor and clothes being burned. Well. That was different. A twitch of your lips hid a smile – so the Vee’s weren’t as organised and poised as they’d like you to believe. Good to know.

Taking a step into what felt like the Thunderdome your movement must have caught Velvette’s attention, she suddenly was advancing on you and quite fast for someone so short. You thought you were small, but she only came up to your shoulder. Of course her attitude, energy and that amazing hairdo made up at least a foot, if not more. And living with the other two Vee’s she needed as much attitude and sass to keep up.

“Ah so you are Y/n, totally nice to meet you face to face. Saw your post girl and I am in love with them – that last photo dump was so gorgeous and hitting all the trends so good on you.” Linking her arm with yours like you two were old buddies she pulled you further into the room, her voice so quick you had to focus so intently to understand what she was saying.

“So … any who, guess you are wondering why I brought you here?” She gently shoved you down on the chaise lounge, a small ‘offt’ escapes your lips when you hit the seat. Steadying yourself you turn your body to face the Overlord who decided to take a seat right next to you. Your knees almost touching. Okay then.

“Yes, I was curious why…” a glass of champagne appeared in front of your nose – accepting it gingerly you carefully held it in your lap thanking the demon who passed her boss a glass.

“Look, your style is cute but I think with my influence your style can be out of this world – I am in the market for a new model” - a glance to the pile of body parts in the corner of the room made you gulp - “and with your figure and my style we could totally rock this Hell, making us a tonne of money and you a star so whatcha think – whatcha say I can sort the contract out asap no problem, no fuss”. Blinking in a bit of shock at the speed of what she spoke and what she was speaking about you had to hold your hand up to stop her for a second. Information overload.

“Uh – wow that’s real generous of you Miss Velvette-“

“Please call be Velvette, or Vel! None of this Miss business,” Her smirk was widening, her black lipstick was shining under the florescent lights above us.

“Well, Velvette, I am really touched that you think I could model for you as your fashion range is just fantastic and I love it – but if I am to sign that contract what am I giving you?” You pretend to take a sip from your glass. No liquid entered your lips. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d heard of someone being drugged and signing their soul away – you wouldn’t be one of those.

“Oh, nothing big really. Just something tiny. Teeny really. You wouldn’t even miss it.” She wafted one of her hands around as the other was typing away on her phone.

“Uh huh and what would that teeny tiny thing that I wouldn’t miss be?” You hedged her for the answer what you knew was coming.

“Just your soul babes – nothing big.” Yeah, to her maybe. To you it was a massive thing. And you’ll be honest, you didn’t have masses in this Hell but you did have your soul which was more than some have.

“Then the answer is going to be no, Velvette” you placed your glass down on the table. Her fingers stopped twitching across her screen, her red eyes focused solely on you. Now normally you were one to bow your head and not make eye contact, but you’d had enough of the bullying attitude of these Vee’s now – not one but two now have tried to contract you into losing your soul and you weren’t having it! Matching her glare with one of your own.

“No?” Keeping the eye contact you nodded.

“Not to say I am not grateful that you thought of me, or the fact you even took the time to speak to me. But my soul is non-negotiable. Plus, I have a job already. One which I love and want to continue. So, thank you. But my answer is and will always be - No.” You might have held your eye contact, but your hands were starting to tremble a little. Clenching them together in fists you keep your gaze on hers. A small sneer was pulling on her lips, and you were getting ready to be dismembered like the model before you. But it never came. Instead, she laughed. Laughed?!

Not like an evil MWAHAHA laugh. But a genuine laugh. Confused you wrung your hands together as she lightly slapped your knee and wiped a tear from her eye.

“You got guts girl; I’ll give you that.” A strained smile tugged at your lips, dead heart thumping in your chest. “Fine then. No soul contract – which is a shame we could have had so much fun” her expression darkened with mischief sparkling in her eyes pulling a little heat to your cheeks. “But instead let’s make a little deal? No souls just two businesswomen making a deal, whatcha say?”

Raising your eyebrows in interest you place your elbows on your knees leaning forwards: “what do you suggest?”

“Your socials are starting to take off, people are noticing you babes, and I am here for it! You are a rising star, don’t think I haven’t been paying attention and seeing that people are using your hashtags and your name when they’ve seen you at one of the clubs singing performing”, surprised she had even looked you could feel your blush deepen. “So, here’s the deal – you wear some of my designs, tag them in your socials, etc and you come and do a catwalk for me and sing?”

“You want me to promote your clothes and sing at one of your Cat Walks?” you clarify because this evening was not going the way you had planned or thought it would go.

“That’s it gorgeous – whatcha think?” You think this was probably the longest Velvette had been off her phone.

“And that’s it? No loopholes, no contracts, no soul-binding – just for me to wear your clothes, promote them on my social media and sing at one of your cat walks – that’s it?” You narrow your gaze at the Overlord, there’s got to be some sort of catch here. The way she was gazing at you like a cat that had caught the canary you were sure you were screwed in some way.

“That’s it honey. No catch, no loopholes, just good business”. Humming under your breath, you racked your brains to see if there was anything that could go wrong.

“Okay, how long do I have to promote your clothes for and when is the Catwalk show?” you ask, tapping on your own phone bringing up your notes and typing away.

“Shall we give it six months and see what happens from there? The next Catwalk is in a one month’s time” her smile only got bigger. You couldn’t think where or what could be a loophole, it seemed like too good of a deal. And your mama raised you to believe if a deal was too good to be true then it usually is. But then again. When did you ever listen to her?

“So far so good, but what do you get out of it?” Her smirk grew, well that can’t be good. She reached over and squeezed your leg softly, your eyes flitted from her hand to her smug expression.

“I get exactly what I want gorgeous, but honestly helping rising stars get their fame is mainly it” her charming smile didn’t win you over. She was a lying. But let her keep her lies for now. You knew how to play the game and so far, you hadn’t been burnt. What’s a little risk.

“Okay Velvette, you have a deal”. Raising your hand, she slapped hers into yours and gave it a strong shake – red and black smoke erupted from her making you jump back a little but was stopped from the grip she had. Her grin was terrifying. Her hair was waving around her head like it was full of static. But as soon as the smoke and lights appeared, they disappeared as if you had imagined it. Pulling your hand away, the tingle of electricity ran through your fingers, you knew you hadn’t imagined it. Not at all.

“Well then gorgeous now that’s all done – you can pop back tomorrow and we will get all your measurements and go through colour schemes, styles, etc so keep you day wide open yeah!” Finishing off her glass of champagne we leaned back against the chaise lounge – never once had she let her gaze off you.

Nodding in agreement you thank her while rising from your seat, it was time for you to go and drown yourself in that bottle of whiskey. “You can stay if you’d like?” A flush covered your cheeks at her racking her gaze up your body.

“Thank you, but I better get home. Big day tomorrow I want to be rested” you give her your best winning smile, slipping your purse under your arm. Rolling her red eyes at you she huffed a little, “fineee be boring babes”. Happily!

Before you could even think of taking a step towards the elevator the doors slid open. An unimpressed Vox stood in the middle tapping away on his own phone, not tearing his gaze away from it he steps into the room.

“So what unfortunate soul have you managed to convince to work with you now Vel?” His charismatic voice lacked his usual flare and instead sounded bored. Not something you usually would hear from the TV Demon.

Clearing your throat, you were frozen in place when his eyes connected with yours. Uh oh.

“That unfortunate soul would be me” you smile nervously at him, watching as his screen glitched slightly. That was weird. His bored expression disappeared with the glitch and in its place was his usual charming smile.

“Ah Miss Y/n what a pleasure to see you! What was that you just said?” Velvette appeared at your side, wrapping an arm through yours you watched his screen glitch a little again.

“She’s mine now Voxxie” she smirked at the glitching demon.

“She’s WHAT?!”  

Taglist: @tasha-1994 @azullynxx

[xjulixred45x]

Now i can't help to think about vox(yandere or not)wanting to reader to be his throphy wife/husband/spouse or stay-at-home wife😩

Oh yes definitely. Vox really would like a reader who is naturally like that, homely, sweet, good at housework, like his total opposite. but he especially likes that reader depends on him in some way. Whether it's money or something they want, they get it.

This is more o Hc i have, but i think that Vox died or 1- in the early 40's (when the first televitions was invented ) or 2- in the 70's(when the COLOR TELEVITIONS was invented), SO is not strange to think he would probably like the idea of a more "tradicional" partner. I mean, he don't care if it's a woman, man, or NB, just as long as He's in control of the situation and he's the one providing for You, he's fine.

In the case of a Female! Reader, this would be waaaay more obvious, i just published something about this, but Even in a no yandere case, i think Vox would ask You to quit your job and just stay at home to care of him and YOU, it's hell baby, he says he's more much calmer knowing You're un Home, safe (and happy without those CREEPS around ya) but i think is just his way to Say he wants You to stay at home😅.

At started, i think he would definitely want You as a trophy wife/husband/spouse if You are an Overlord as well, but halfway he would realize (aside from the fact that he fell for you hehe) that 1- either you are worth much more as a business partner than as a simple accessory or 2- that he prefers something more serious (which could lead to the housewife scenario on a smaller scale , maybe join forces but Vox controls everything (especially if you are a weaker Overlord than him)).

Surprisingly, it would awaken a softer side of Vox, because he really doesn't have to prove anything with you, you already depend on him and you already want him that way, he is in control of the situation, so he can relax with you and be calm, vent to you about their annoyances from work and pampering you for simply existing.

In a nustrel, definitely it's something that drive Vox crazy, in a good way.

[unforgettablewhvre]

★ All For Us ★

★ The Vees ★

Such a pretty thing you were. Walking around hell not knowing the eyes that were on you. At least one of them was tame-ish. This wasn't the worst fate you could've suffered in hell. Come on you're being taken care of and pampered, all you have to do is let them keep you. That's not hard.

Valentino was mean. He'd make you cry every chance he got. You were so pretty when you cried. Especially when he forcefully fucked your ass. Cooing at you. 'its okay baby, Daddy's here. Daddy will take gooddd care of you' he'd coo in your ear. His words never matched his actions as her forced his cock into your tight hole.

Vox was a little tamer. He'd never 'force' you into anything. He's so nice to you, don't you want to suck him off. Just this once though. Just because he's so sweet to you. He's so nice to you, why don't you let him fill you up huh? He's so nice, why don't you stay with him forever? v

Velvette was the tamest. The worse she would do to you was sit on your face. She didn't try to hide her intentions or treat you nicely. You were her whore. You'll get use to it one day.

★ Masterlist ★

★ Navigation ★

[mrslankyman]

Sinfully Gorgeous pt. 2

Vox x (fem) over lord reader

Smut

Word count: 5K

Working on: Part 3 - cancelled (sorry!)

3 weeks. 

It had been 3 weeks since you shot that porno with Vox. So why in the HELL was everyone in HELL still raving over it?!

It wasn’t anything special.

It was a brand deal and that was it. It wasn’t like you knew it was going to be Vox. Valentino stated after the shoot he chose Vox since it would boost you both. Sure it did but at what cost?

Your phone was flooded with texts and emails from sinners asking if you and Vox were a thing.

Have you joined the Vees?

Were you and Vox fucking on the low?

How long were you two together?

All these questions were getting to your head and making you sick. 

You laid back in your expensive bed. The silky pillows that most sinners could never afford comforting your head. Phone in hand you scrolled through your feed. Vox’s news show popped. 

“Top of the hour sinners. Today we will be discussing the ongoing discussion that I and I'm sure our lovely {Y/N} is seeing too.” He clasped his hands together and turned to the screen in front of him that was showing photos of sinners questions.  

“Has {Y/N} joined the Vees?” He read aloud. “No she has not, though I would not be opposed to the idea.” He chuckled, sending a wink to the camera. 

You groaned and fast forward on the video stopping when a clip of the porno popped up on the screen. Curious of what he would say about it. You hadn’t talked to him since a day after that was filmed. 

“How did it feel to fuck the {Y/N}?” He chuckled as he read that aloud. A smirk crawled onto his face. “Well folks I’ll tell ya. It was better than any sex I myself have ever had.” He leaned forward covering half his mouth with the side of his hand. “A little secret for you all, she has the tightest pussy you’ll ever fuck in hell.” He laughed leaning back. “Yes folk it’s true she was definitely a virgin and safe to say I took that card from her.” His cocky laugh echoed in your head. 

He took your virginity? 

What was he a fucking idiot?

Embarrassing you on Hell's public news. 

You were not a virgin, far from it and for this cocky ass tv faced man to state he was the lucky one to take it from you made you seeth. 

You instantly opened up your messages and searched his name in your contact. Typing out a text. Fingers flying across the screen as anger edged in every digital word typed. 

{You}: who in the HELL do you think you are? Saying you took my virginity on the fucking news? Real mature of you. What the fuck are we teenagers in high school. If you ever fucking do something like this again I will make sure you and your little fucking news channel are never broad casted again. 

{Vox}: Wow, didn't suspect you to see it so soon. What's the matter, I was just messing around. I bet it was the best sex you’ve ever had, why not say your best was also your first? 

{You}:oh were cocky as fuck huh? You really think you were the best? Keep dreaming. 

{Vox}: I must have been something for you to go off script. 

{You}: fuck you, you went off script as well. 

{Vox}: oh you wanna fuck me again? Maybe I'll make it an even better time, we can make our own script. 

{You}: you know what I meant. Never fucking mention me on your little show again. It was a one time deal. 

{Vox}: aren’t you just a ball of sunshine. Whatever you say darling. I’ll erase that part of the segment from the show and their memories. 

{You}: good, the only time your fucking mind control has been used for an actual purpose. 

{Vox}: Or I can just keep it up. You know you’re not being very kind. 

{You}: oh fuck off this is hell. I don’t need to be kind to the man who just publicly embarrassed me. 

{Vox}: and the man who publicly pleasured you. 

{You}: just take it down. 

{Vox}: yes ma’am. 

You groaned and turned your phone off. Throwing it to the floor and laying down fully. Pulling the covers over your head and closing your eyes. Sleeping the anger and annoyance off. 

—

Your alarm buzzed in the morning. You groaned and woke up grabbing your phone from the floor and turning it off. But not before you saw the message from Alastor. 

“You’re a virgin?”

That fucker didn’t delete the segment!

You dashed around your house putting on an outfit and doing your make up the fastest you had ever. Your shoes were on in seconds and out the door you went. 

You called a cab and got in, instructing them to take you to the Vees tower. Of course you know the consequences of this.

Everyone would assume you were going to see Vox in a different way. When in reality his ass was going to get a fist in his screen. 

The cab dropped you off and you paid them before getting out. Marching up to the front of the building. A few people looked over. Snapping pictures and videos. You rolled your eyes and pressed the buzzer on the door. 

“Who is it?” Voxs voice played through the small speaker.

“{Y/N}.” The second you said your name the doors opened. You smirked slightly and headed inside jumping as the doors closed behind you harshly. 

“Vox! Where the fuck are you we need to have a talk!” You yelled walking around the lobby looking for any sign of him. Footsteps echoed down the hall and there he was. A smile on his stupid flat screened face. 

“Ah {Y/N} So nice of you to stop by-” You grabbed him by his suit's flaps and slammed him against the wall. A groan escaped his lips and his screen displayed a loading circle before his eyes came back. 

“You asshole, I told you to take that segment down!” You screamed in his face without giving a second to think. “Do you know who the fuck I am?! I will end you!” You leaned into his face. Your spit landing on his screen. He glared at you but on the inside he was loving the attention. 

Your hands on him was enough to make him melt. But he had to be sure not to display it too much. Or you’d let go and call him weird. 

“You can end me anytime you want.” His words were smooth and flirtatious. He obviously did not understand the gravity of the situation he was in. 

“You do not wanna fuck with me Vox.” You warned re-shoving him against the wall. He grunted and grabbed your arms. “You know I would love to fuck with you.” He chuckled, eyeing you with a smirk. “You little-” Your grip tightened on him getting ready to shove him again. 

“{Y/N}!” He yelled his right eye widening as he used his mind control on you. You froze your eyes going wide. Your grip on him faltered as you shook your head. The daze wears off. 

“Why don’t you calm down?” He offered, pulling your arms down from his suit. “Don’t use that fucking mind control shit on me.” You pulled your arms away from him. He sighed and rested his hand on his hips. “Yes ma’am.” His voice was full of annoyance now. 

“Delete the segment. That’s all I want. I’ll leave you alone and you do the same.” You held out your hand. “Deal?” You tilted your head, pink fire appearing around your palm. 

“No deals. I just promise I will. I’m no idiot. I know how you pull strings.” He pushed your hand away, the fire disappearing. You groaned and pulled your hand back. 

“Very well.” You nodded even though a part of you knew he would never take that segment down fully. 

“I’ll go delete it.” He fixed his tie, closing his eyes. “Good.” You said before a ding came from your phone. You held it up. “At Voxs darling?” Alastor had texted. A part of you hated Charlie for getting him onto this phone kick. He was so against technology until he was told he could text you whenever. 

Vox opened one eye as he heard the ding. He eyed you and read the text. The words Darling and Alastor made his circuits spark. Why in the hell did that old timey prick have your number? 

“I better leave before everyone in hell assumes we're seeing each other. I do not need that in my life.” You shoved your phone in your pocket. Looking up at Vox whose face had a rather.. Concerning smile displaying. 

He let out a laugh though it glitched. He stepped closer to you. His hand grabbed your arm pulling you to him. “Why the fuck is the radio demon texting you?” His voice deepened. Eyes squinting as he grabbed your phone from your pocket. 

“Hey!- what the fuck.” You squirmed in his grip. A tsk tsk came from him as he used his eye to unlock your phone. Reading you and Alastors messages. Anger surged through him as you both had been sending jokes about him. His grip on you tightened and he squeezed your phone in his other hand till it shattered into pieces. 

“Vox what the fuck!-” You watched as he broke your phone, your attention being snapped back to his face as he slammed you up against the wall this time. 

He laid his arm next to your head on the wall and his other hand gripped your neck.  

“I’m not taking the segment down. You wanna talk shit about me to that damn radio demon go ahead. I'll say whatever I want about you. You are nothing to me.” His words were low and strung out. His eyes were wide and red drool dripped from his mouth. Though his grip on your neck was tight it wasnt hard enough to really choke you out. 

That was one thing he did not want to do. 

He was pissed off but not necessarily at you. The idea that Alastor got more of your attention than him is what pissed him off. He knew it was such a stupid thing to be mad over.

But he wanted you. Even if he had to pretend he didn’t. 

Your eyes squinted and you squirmed under him. Truthfully he didn’t scare you. This position didn’t make you feel threatened, it made you feel.. Other things. 

In a dark and twisted way his anger really made you think of that shoot. How his hands gripped your sides and he’d moan before glitching out. 

“If you wanna scare me you’re gonna have to try harder than this.” You grabbed his face. Your hand pulling him closer. “Cause all I can think about is you glitching out before you cummed inside me.” Your words made his screen display a light shade of red. 

“I-”

“You want that again hmm?” You kissed his screen. “Want to feel my tight pussy as you said? I guess since it was the best I’ve ever had you’d think I would’ve been begging you for more.” You whispered, making your voice low and seductive. His grip faltered as his screen turned red. His eyes drooped as you talked to him sensually. 

“Too bad I wasn’t.” You cooed, kicking him in the crotch. He groaned and keeled over. Holding his crotch in his hands. “Fuck fuck fuck..” He groaned in pain as you stepped over him. 

“You owe me a phone.” You spat on his withering form and walked out.

–-

Safe to say he gave you a new phone. That part of the segment was erased. To your knowledge from the general public of hell. Knowing Vox he probably cut it from half the people's memories and kept it in the other to confuse them. 

What an ass hole. 

Today you were off to Alastor's radio tower. He wanted to have you on this new segment he was working on. Whatever that meant. 

You had made it to the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie showed you to Alastors tower. You thanked her and headed inside. He greeted you and showed you the different buttons and the mic. Getting you accustomed to the technology before having a seat with you. 

Not having a camera in your face was both relaxing and strange. This seemed more like a conversation you were having with a friend that just so happened to be recorded. 

“Today I am here with my dear friend {Y/N}.” Alastor spoke into his mic. Smiling your way as you said hello. 

“So why don’t you tell everyone what it’s like to be the fashion overlord?” He handed you his mic. Urging you to introduce yourself further. 

After the basic introduction was done he began to ask you questions. It slowly became clear to you what he was doing. 

“What is your opinion on Vox?” He smirked and leaned your way. That question made you groan.

“That man? Come now Alastor. You know he isn’t something to talk about.” You leaned back in your chair and your reply made Alastor chuckle. 

“Go on dear. Just tell us about him.” He leaned the mic closer to you. 

“Fine.” You took the mic and leaned up. 

“Vox is something. Not the kind of something you’d want either. He is terrible in bed.” You snickered at the idea that Vox would be listening to you. “Oh is he now? I do believe we all saw that video dear. It seems the opposite.” He eyed you a shit eating grin on his face. 

“That’s what a script is for.” You sneered. 

“There's a theory you went off script. After all that Valentino did post it.” He checked his claws smirking. 

You groaned as Alastor was just doing this to stir drama. He hated Vox but loved to mess with you. So he was playing both ways. 

“Anyways, besides that he is a prick and snoops on everyone. He is fucking insane but I suppose that’s why he’s here. If you are thinking about trying to get with that man please do so he will leave me alone.” You handed the mic back to Alastor. He was holding in his laugh. “Thank you dear for your lovely insight on that clout chasing mediocre video podcasts.” He ended the broadcast and sighed.   

—

About 4 hours after the broadcast a ding sounded from your phone. Either it was Alastor or some random person. 

You checked the message and groaned as the name displayed on your screen. 

Vox.

Of course. 

You slid open your phone and sat down on your couch to answer him. 

{Vox}: doing a broadcast with the radio demon to degrade me? Really. After you begged me to delete your segment.

{You}: what's the matter? Thought you liked being degraded 

{Vox}: I'm not doing this. I’m gonna have to make you understand. 

{You}: oh really? Why don’t you just face that you suck in bed and you suck even more as a person. 

{Vox}: I suck in bed? Oh sweet heart. I don’t believe that's what you truly think. 

{Vox has sent a video} 

You pressed play, wishing you didn’t as a clip from the porno played. You were riding him moaning his name and begging him to go faster. His fingers digging into your sides as he rammed into you on your command. 

{You}: have to give the audience what they want.

{Vox}: oh yeah? What if there wasn’t an audience? 

{You}: then none of that would’ve happened. I’d be as quiet as a mouse.

{Vox}: we’ll see about that. 

{You}: what's that mean? 

:seen 3 minute ago: 

“Bitch.” You turned your phone off and laid down on the couch. Letting your mind wander back to the shoot. Perhaps you did enjoy him a little more than you’d like to admit. But you’d never tell him that. Or anyone for that matter. 

It’s bad enough there were more theories going around on you two. How the hatred was an act so you could keep things private. How it was fake or just a stunt for money.

You’d let the public guess and argue over it. You had no intentions on stating anything as of yet. 

So not thinking much of anything you turned on your tv and sat back. 

You sat up a little as you tv went to static. A blue glow came from it after a moment and a shock wave burst from it. The room went black and then the tv turned back on. Vox stood in front of you. Blocking the tv from view. 

“What the- Vox what the fuck!” You sat up all the way as Vox stepped closer with a smile on his face. 

 “We don’t have an audience here.” He leaned down looming over you as. Leaning back into the couch you slowly smirked. “Oh is that so? You wanna see if you can really work your magic on me?” You teased him watching as his face grew more annoyed. 

“Yes I do.” He put a finger under your chin and lifted it up. “I wanna prove to you that going off the script was because I am good at what I do. Not because you wanted to promote your bullshit brand.” He chuckled and moved you down on the couch to a lying position. 

“Oh you really wanna prove a point? Then I'm gonna make mine. I bet you can’t make me make a single sound.” You snickered as he threw his hat off to the ground. 

“Fine but I'm gonna make you eat those words.” He leaned down and kissed you. You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth. 

He slid his tongue inside your mouth. You closed your eyes and let your tongues tangle together. 

His hand slid down your sides and grabbed your jeans. You didn’t make a noise, the only sound was your pants rubbing together as Vox began to grind against you. 

A part of you just wanted to give in. Let him take you and win. But the bitch inside you wanted to win to shove it in his face every day. So you suppressed your moans and pulled back from the kiss.

He stared down at you and smirked, “Come on.. Just a little peep.” He groaned and made a quick upwards motion with his hips. It felt good you wouldn’t lie. 

You shook your head and smirked though earning an annoyed groan from the man above you. “Good thing we just started.” His voice was low as he undid your pants and yanked them off with a swift movement. 

You stared up at him and smirked. He slid off his blazer and undid his tie. The only thing left was his striped shirt. 

You sat up and pushed him down instead. He looked at you confused before smirking. He liked this and he didn’t care if you didn’t care in the moment if you didn’t like him how he liked you. Any form of attention from you was good. 

The feeling of you sitting on his bulge made his screen glitch as a low moan escaped him. He wanted to hear your approving moans as well but you weren’t giving it to him. You just moved against him with the best poker face he had ever seen. 

“F- fuck..” His voice buffered as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off him slightly. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. 

“I’m gonna break you. Just you wait.” He clawed at the sides of your underwear. Breaking the thin fabric, grabbing them as they fell down. He tossed them to the side and looked at you.

You blushed. Thanking Lucifer a blush didn’t count as a noise. That action was pretty hot. The desire in his eyes shone through. He slid off two of his claws. Just as he did for the shoot.

He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked them. Red saliva littered them. You anticipated the feeling of them inside you. Trying to prepare yourself so you didn’t moan. 

But he didn’t just slide them in. He circled his fingers around your clit. 

Smirking as he saw you twitch. Biting your lip before going back to a straight face. 

“Oh come on. I almost got you.” He laughed and slid one finger in. Pushing it in and out before adding the second and curling them inside. 

He kept pumping them in and out at different paces trying to make you moan. Anything really. A small gasp or groan. 

He wasn’t given the pleasure. 

You just closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling. You hadn't met a man who could finger this good. He sure was something and you would love to keep this up. But his fingers just weren’t like his dick. Which was under you twitching and leaking pre cum. 

Just waiting for it’s turn inside. So you grabbed his wrist and he slid out his fingers. 

“Come on.. I’ll only give it to you if you beg.” He smirked and slid his finger down your slit teasingly. You shook your head. 

“Come on!” His voice statticed and he shoved his dick inside you. The amount of force you had to use to suppress your moan was astounding. 

He groaned as he noticed you didn't make a sound. 

“Fine, but I'm still gonna give you a damn good time. So you can’t say im shit at this.” he pulled out of you and flipped you over. Pushing you down under him. He wrapped your legs around him and slowly slid inside you again. Leaning his head back a quiet moan escaping his lips. 

You grabbed his shoulders and bit your lip. With each steady thrush the feeling of giving up echoed in your mind. It was starting to hurt holding in your noises. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth bared and red drool dripping from his mouth. Blue static came from him as soon as he picked up his pace. 

“F-f-fuck.. I fucking hate you.” He slammed into you and a quiet moan escaped your lips. 

His eyes shot open and he looked down at you. Your face was red and sweaty. You covered your mouth, a smirk displayed on his face.

“What was that?” He taunted and slid all the way out of you then back in. A quiet moan escaped your mouth again. 

“Yeah that's right, I knew you couldn’t last forever.” He chuckled, his cocky attitude back. He kept his thrush gentle and slow. You gave in and let your moans fill the room. Vox loved the sounds. All your attention on him every moan, grunt, and whimper from your mouth was for him. It made his dick even harder. “Vox..please.. Please I'm.. I’m almost..” You stared into his eyes on the verge of orgasm. 

“Go ahead, we’ll do it together darling.” He slid his hand down and circled your clit and thrusted into you on more time. His cum filling your inside as yours too gave way and hit your orgasm.

His screen glitched out and his voice buffered as he moaned your name. 

After you both came down from your highs you looked into his eyes. 

“I hate you.” You glared at him. 

“You may hate me but I know you love him.” He chuckled as he slid his dick out, rubbing it against your slit. Earning an annoyed groan from you. 

“This was fun. Good to know you enjoyed it.” He winked and stood up. Putting on his clothes. He walked down your hall. You groaned and looked down at the cum on your couch. Annoyed now. 

He came back with a damp towel. He pushed you down gently and cleaned you up. Then rubbed the excess off the couch. 

“Gotta keep my toy clean.” He pinched your face before sliding his claws back on. 

“Least you have decent manners.” You scoffed and sat up. 

“Of course.” He smiled and glitched out. Disappearing into the tv. The room went black before the lights turned on. 

You got dressed and sat on the couch. Embarrassingly repeating the way he moaned your name in your head over and over. 

Why did you let him win? 

—

Today was your and Alastors photo shoot. You were modeling Sinfully Gorgeous but just a few of the modest outfits. With Alastors old time camera it made things look more classy. So he had agreed to do a small shoot in your studio. 

He had arrived about an hour ago. He was all dressed up just waiting for you now. You had gone for an old timey style of makeup and hair. 

Walking out of your dressing room he looked over. His eyes widened and a pleasant smile erased the plain one. 

“You look lovely darling.” He titled his head. “Thank you. You look rather handsome yourself.” You complimented back, gaining a chuckle from him. 

“Shall we do this?” He stood up straight. “Yes.” You replied back heading over to the backdrop. It was plain white but it made the photos show up better.

You did a few different poses and outfits. Some silly and others professional. 

“Wait, I have an idea.” You smirked and Alastor looked at you with a confused smile. 

“Voxtek is sponsoring this shoot. Part of a contract deal after that shoot with Valentino. I made Vox sign a contract to sponsor whatever I want when I want since I had to.. Fuck him” You rolled your eyes. 

“Right.” Alastor chuckled. He knew better. You and that tv headed fucker for sure had something going on. But you were his friend so he wouldn't say his true opinion. Though he sure as hell did back at the hotel. 

“I know just the way to tick him off.�� You smirked at him and he instantly knew what you meant. Loving the idea of pissing off Vox for fun. 

—

You did a few poses. Holding each other. Alastor dipping you and finally the ones that would piss Vox off the most. You knew Alastor wasn’t one for these types of things. Though he agreed he did not mind if it was just to piss off Vox. 

You had ordered your helpers to set up a chair. They did as asked and Alastor sat down.

“Go head darling. I wanna see the look on his face when he sees these.” You both laughed as you sat between his legs.

Alastor gripped your chin and turned your face to his. His smile on his face. Though it was a more intimate one. He sure played this well. You look into his eyes with as much passion as a smirk displayed on your face.

 The photo was taken and you stood up. Slinging your legs over Alastors lap, your assistant changed the camera's angle to get a side view. Alastor looked into your eyes. “Excuse me if I am not good at this.”He chuckled and you smiled. “It’s okay.” You both had a short laugh before getting ready for the photo. 

He closed his eyes and you leaned in. Pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back but he wasn't hesitant. He just wasn’t sure how to move his lips. You pulled away the second the photo was taken. 

“You aren’t terribly bad.” You joked, gaining an eye roll from him. 

The last photo was one of you both standing. Alastor kissed you one last time but in this one his eyes were looking at the camera. A bigger dig at Vox. 

—

“Thanks for helping me.” You thanked Alastor as you had gotten the photos ready to be sent out to Voxtek. “It’s not a problem. Anything for an old pal.” Alastor smiled as you both walked out of the studio. 

—

Vox sipped on his coffee until a ding came through on his screen. He flicked his finger and sent it to one of his monitors. He opened the email and sifted through the photos your team had emailed him. 

He groaned as it was you and Alastor. Pissed off that the radio demon was getting your attention now. 

His anger was pretty controlled till he got to the attachment labeled ‘surprise.’ 

A part of him hoped it was some sinful photos of you in your outfit. Though to his dismay it was not. 

He opened up the file with a smirk on his face only for it to be erased in a meer second as his eyes landed on you and Alastor kissing. He gripped his desk claws digging into it. Leaving a mark. 

He groaned and looked at the next photo. Alastor kissing you and eyeing the camera with that smug grin tugging on his lips. He screamed and slammed his fist into the monitor, cracking it and causing the screen to glitch out. 

The monitor turned off as he kept punching it. His screams and groans of anger echoing through the room. 

“The fuck is your problem?!” Velvette asked as she slammed open the door. 

Vox turned around to look at her. A deranged smile on his face as his eye twitched. 

“Set up my showroom. If this bitch wants to play dirty we’ll play dirty.” He pulled his hand out of the monitor watching as his blood trickled down his arm.

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Day In | Vox x Fem Gen Z!Reader

A/N — f/c = favorite color. It's used like once, but I thought I should clarify for anyone who might get confused <3. Just a little nonsense drabble showing what a classic day off could look like.

Warnings: Valentino existing

Word Count: 440

Summary: Spending a day with the Vees in the tower — only so much could happen

"I hope when you microwave those leftovers later, the container is piping hot but the center of the food is colder than your dead heart." Your cool tone pierced the silence of the room, with your arms crossed over your chest, noting how Vox didn't even look in your direction, instead glancing to Valentino to see his reply.

After what happened in your first month, you weren't all that surprised that he was avoiding you as much as humanly possible.

"I can just mix it up and put it back in for a couple more minutes, I thought you were smarter than that." The moth demon replied.

"That's not the point I'm trying to make, asshole. And you know it."

You had been forced into spending 'quality' time with everyone on the very rare day off.

Avoiding talking to Velvette about the design concepts you drew up for her, and your obvious problems with Vox that stemmed from you being, as he put it: 'a disrespectful little shit'; your only other option was to immerse yourself in spending time with Valentino.

Not your greatest moment.

The bitch wouldn't let you touch the f/c jewels to bedazzle your phone case because he was insistent on using them for his new gun.

It was downright hoe behavior.

"You should calm down, Miel."

You cringed and reached for the glue and the jewels that happened to be your second favorite color. "Don't call me that."

"Why are you taking those ones?" Valentino questioned, glancing at the box of jewels that now laid before you.

"Because I fucking can, Mothman."

"Voxy ~ she's being mean."

The TV demon groaned and looked as if he wanted to slam his screened face into the table until he blacked out from damage to the motherboard.

Velvette snorted and took pictures 'for memories'.

"I wouldn't be mean if you weren't hogging the best color." You huffed, annoyed.

"That's a lie, you and I both know it, babes." Velvette piped up, the sketches before her long abandoned.

"Fine, I'd be less mean. . . What should we eat?" You questioned.

"The flat faced prince picks tonight." Velvette announced.

"Go fuck yourself." Vox said smoothly, although he glitched.

You groaned.

"Pick something good. Or else." You threatened lightly. The boys had a habit of picking stuff only they liked, which left you and Velvette to be the more considerate ones so that you didn't have to hear their bitching.

"Italian?" Vox questioned the table.

"Sounds good." Valentino hummed, placing the last jewel on his gun.

Sounded better than steak for the second night in a row. . . For the second time that week.