#x: vox

[purgetrooperfox]

For the prompts: Vox and 48?

softer world prompt list

life would be way easier if I were easier (fact)

Fox’s helmet cracks against the wall where he throws it and clatters to the floor, a percussive beat that lingers somewhere between his ears. At the first tremor that rolls through his hands, he clutches them close to his core, twisted into a tangled knot. To try to pretend that he has a grip on himself is farcical. He needs to reign in his temper.

Behind him, the steady pattern of Quinlan’s agitated pacing has stopped in its tracks.

“Fox–”

“Don’t.” His pulse is the crashing of waves outside of Tipoca. Adrenaline sends shivers up his spine. “You’re not hearing me.”

“Then tell me,” Quinlan’s voice rises, whether he realizes it or not. “We’re going in circles here, Fox. I can’t help you if you don’t…”

A laugh utterly devoid of humor rips from Fox’s chest, flays his throat, tastes like acid on his tongue. It’s always can’t and couldn’t for everyone else – for every helpless, hopeless bastard in the galaxy – but for him? No. Fox won’t, didn’t, doesn’t. With Quinlan, with his brothers, in legislation, before courts, to the entire helpless, hopeless galaxy.

Like he has a choice in the matter. Like he hasn’t been trying until his voice is raw and his knuckles bleed and his head splits.

It’s not that Quinlan doesn’t listen.

It’s that Quinlan can’t hear him.

“You couldn’t help me, even if I would– or could–” he says, and he can hear the emptiness within himself. “It’s built in.”

There’s a painting hung on the wall, a child’s unrefined scrawl of the skyline, only recognizable in the vaguest sense. A quiet, detached part of him wonders where it came from. It’s an odd place for such sentimental pieces – one of the Shadows’ many safehouses – not like parents’ refrigerators or family homes.

“What is?” Quinlan asks.

Blowing out a breath, Fox gestures vaguely to himself and the room and everything else.

He turns around to look Quinlan in the face and it effectively takes the rest of the fight out of him. For all that Quinlan’s shoulders are hiked up and his posture is defensive, his expression bleeds empathy. Or at least, a want for empathy. If Fox could or would just say the magic string of words to make him understand it all. The fear and the lack of autonomy and the exhaustion and the stimulant withdrawal and the ongoing abuse, and all of it.

If he would just.

Quinlan sighs, sagging back until he can sit on the back of the couch. “What do you mean?”

“It’s part of me, Quin,” Fox narrowly manages as he fidgets, picking at a scar on the back of his hand. “The mess. All of this. It would all be easier if I was easier, and we both know it.”

“That’s hardly fair, and we both know it.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“No.” He twitches like he wants to reach out, but he aborts the motion and Fox is grateful. “I’m here for easy though, I’m here for you.”

His earnest honesty is aggravating. Saying as much just gets a laugh. “You’d be fully justified in walking away,” he tries. Always tries.

“I won’t,” Quinlan says, like he always does.

“You should,” Fox insists, like he always does.

“I won’t,” Quinlan repeats. Like he always does.

It’s not quite understanding between them, more like some warped codependency that will only ever always end in heartbreak. Still. Fox lets himself fold, crossing the room without looking into the disapproval of his own visor and caving to a need for comfort. At his most deluded, he can convince himself that the circle of Quinlan’s arms can keep the horrors of his life at bay.

And sometimes, deluding himself is the only way to cope with those horrors.

[nomifae]

He rather not risk dreaming that again 💀

[evevsy]

The Vees ✦

[strawlessandbraless]

I am dying at everyone’s reactions to Lucifer Morningstar telling Adam, first man and son of god, that he is going to fuck him 😈

Did he stutter?

[1tz-4ll-m3]

Alastors friendships with men: 😡🤬👿🖕🥀⛓️💣🔪🗡️⚔️🚬⚰️🩸🖤

Alastors friendships with women: 🥰😍😘🫶👛💍🌸🩰🧸🎈🎁🎀💌🩷

What a total mamas boy

[milariro]

~Ears~

[pokedashwarrior55]

He spent 10 hours on the list explaining why each one is trash.

[angelltheninth]

Can you do little scenarios where Hazbin men fuck their girlfriend out of jealousy?

Fuck yes I can! I 100% can!

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Vox, Valentino x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, jealousy, cunniilingus, kissing, marking, biting, deals, restraints, collars, breeding kink, possessive sex, vibrating cock, being watched, height difference

A/N: Going nuts thinking about these.

Alastor wished he could put this feeling of jealousy to rest. This wasn't like him, he wasn't usually this possessive over the people he made deals with. Your soul was already his, all that was left to claim was your heart and body. His shadows wrapped all around your body, keeping you in the air, tied up, unable to touch him while he rutted into you with force you've only seen him use when he was killing his enemies.

Lucifer was never a jealous man. He assumed he had no need to be. Yet his heart ached when he saw you happily chatting away with another powerful demon. By his side you were his soulmate, the love of his life, his Queen. His. You feel his teeth dig into your thighs as his cock pushes all the way into your mouth, silencing your whimpers and cries before he returns to your pussy, his long tongue shoved in deep, sighing as your taste overwhelms him.

Adam tells you that you're a stupid bitch if you think you could ever do better then him. You should be grateful to be his woman, to get his cock in your cunt every night, to get his seed in your womb and have the chance to give birth to his children. No other man should so much as glance and in your direction, let alone talk to you. But in case they don't get the memo he is petty enough to brag about fucking you to them.

Vox pulls you on his lap and keeps kissing you the whole time he's fucking his cock up in you. He makes it vibrate against your weak spot, watching in with a smirk as your eyes rolled back and showed you your own expression reflected in his screen. His claws dig into your thighs, keeping you from slipping off his lap, you're gonna stay there for his entire broadcast for all of Hell to see.

Valentino didn't expect any better from a slut like you. He likes you because you're a good slut, but you're also his slut. Not anyone else's, not even if they pay. Before he starts fucking you he called in the guys who flirted with you and told them to watch very closely, he'll show them all how you like being fucked. You hide your smile against his neck, clench your pussy around his cock, almost having pity for the poor souls watching what they can't have.

[konaharts]

How their last fight [probably] went.

[justdu-de]

he’s just a lovesick idiot who will never admit it 🖥️

[minimanuke]

This image was MADE for them

[rancherscraps]

Weird flex toward Mr. Vox

ID in ALT!

[purgatorysanctuary]

Hello, StaticRadio Nation!

[hazbin-charlastor-hyperfixation]

[joker00m]

I Just rewatched episode 8 and...

VOX FOR REAL DID THIS TO A PHOTO OF HIM AND ALASTOR

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀COCKWARMING ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. office sex. public sex. sub/power sub reader. no mentions of specific anatomy. vox is in an online meeting for work. touch starved lucifer. val blowing his smoke on you for fun. non proofread because it's six in the fuckin morning and I have not slept a wink. #summary : in which they keep themselves buried deep inside of you while being busied by other stuff. #note : save me, I've been writing nothing but hazbin smut lately. i should really start working on other shows.. alastor's a bit shorter than the others, can't really think of a solid idea for him and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer whines when you force him to focus on his unfinished work once again. he has been going back and forth from attempting to thrust into you, but you always found a way to press him down in his place firmly. he had some unfinished work that he left sitting in his office for almost a week now, and it irritated you. that's when you offered to cockwarm him while he worked, get him to finally get his hands on those unfinished works.

being absolutely touch starved, lucifer agreed without hesitation unaware of how miserable and impatient this will make him. his hand remain on his working desk, occasionally scribbling some words and a signature on the paper filled with printed words. he does his best to resist the urge to finally thrust into you, worried that you'd leave him unsatisfied if he doesn't do as he's told.

but there's a limit to how much he can contain himself, especially when he has you sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing you to the brim, when you'd tease him so often by clenching around him or moving your hips ever so slightly. lucifer whines every time, the hand that's placed on your hip squeezing on your flesh desperately.

"can i please.. just finish this up later?" his voice muffled from nuzzling his face into your shoulder, eyes closed shut to focus on the warmth engulfing his throbbing member. you let out a small chuckle, baring your teeth into his neck to draw out those pretty moans of his; his cock leaks pathetically inside of you.

"no can do, luci. you're not going to get whatever you want until you finish up." you pull away and tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto his jaw while giving a quick glance at the papers sprawled across his desk. he's only halfway done with them. "you're doing pretty well, no? you're halfway done."

lucifer groans, annoyed as he picks up the pen from the desk again while reading through the papers. this time, you decide to tease him a little more instead of staying still. you connect your lips with his exposed neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as your hips slowly grind against his. you hear his breath hitch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you.

your name spills out from his lips breathlessly, following with a whimper that you love so much. you carry on with your actions, dark marks gradually bloom all over his skin like breathtaking flowers. lucifer shifts to lay his forehead on your shoulder, shuddering from pleasure; you tug on his soft hair, firm enough to lift his head up from your shoulder.

"stay focused, luci. remember what's waiting for you to finish your work."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"oh, what a twist!" alastor exclaims with his eyes glued to the book he's reading, chuckling like you're not clenching down on his cock out of desperation. your eyes are teary as you turn to peek at the page he's on, frustration brewing in your chest. upon noticing your reaction, alastor laughs while moving his hand to cup your face, leaning in with a grin. "don't you agree, my dear?"

you groan, parting your lips further enough to drop his thumb into your mouth, biting down on it. alastor mutters a small "fiesty" before buckling up his hips, watching your eyes widen from the sudden pleasure that shoots up your veins. his arm tightens around your waist to stop you from squirming around excessively.

"put.. the fuckin' book down, a-alastor.." your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, the back of your other hand hovering over your mouth with a frown on your face. alastor smiles in response, holding the book between the both of you now that there's a gap.

"why, it has only gotten interesting! patience is key, darling."

"it has been almost a whole fucking hour, alast-" your words get cut off by yet another harsh thrust of his hips, an uncontrollable moan slipping off your tongue. a low, barely audible grunt could be heard coming from alastor because of how you're squeezing around him like your life depends on it.

slowly, he places the book down, pushing two digits into your mouth as his sharp nails graze past your gums. your tongue swirls around them, gaze fixated on his that seems to be mocking your desperation. you grind your hips, wanting to feel more of that sensitive spot in you being stimulated by his tip brushing against it. alastor grunts every time you tighten around him, the feeling making his skin jump and his eyes close shut from the pleasure he receives.

you reach for the book to toss it aside, not allowing him any chance to get it back and return to what he was previously putting you through. he laughs at the action before getting cut off by yet another groan, a frown slowly finds its way to spread across his face despite the grin that remains on his lips.

"the book shall wait after all."

ʚ VOX .

the sound of vox's workers and colleagues echoes through his workplace, the source of it coming from the laptop that sits in front of him. he's holding an urgent meeting with them to discuss some things about work, yet you're here obediently sitting on him, cockwarming him. your arms hug his neck tightly, hands grabbing tightly onto his shirt while listening to him speak to the people in call.

you bite down every moan that builds in your throat, not allowing any sound to be heard by anyone but your partner. times when vox isn't discussing important matters, he leans into your ear to whisper praises, thrusting into you, and stops so suddenly when you're close to release.

he grins as you whine at the sudden loss of friction, skin flushed while feeling him draw lazy circles on your hips with his thumbs. he starts speaking again just when you're about to voice your frustration, drawing out a grumble from you. you stay there unattended, glancing at the part where the two of you connect; you're craving release, and you're done waiting.

with a steady pace, you move your own hips while holding onto his shoulders for support. vox's head snaps toward your direction, teeth gritting as he bites back the groans that threaten to leave his lips. he tries to hold you down, but his body betrays him and allows you to carry on with your movements. his head tilts back to lean against the headrest of his chair, the words that his workers speak gradually shifting to a blur in his mind.

"fuck, w-wait," his breath grows heavy, barely managing to keep his eyes open as you fuck yourself on his cock. you're supposed to be cockwarming him, not riding him. he has allowed you to the point of no return, how is he going to carry on with the meeting now? you grab him and connect your lips with his, drinking in his groans like how he does to your moans.

ignoring the calls of his name from the meeting, he pulls you closer by the waist as you grind yourself on him. it wasn't until he started getting annoyed by the meeting that he broke away from the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting your lips while his hand reached out to shut the laptop down. the room falls to a sudden silence, the only sounds that remain are your heavy breathing.

"you're gonna fuck up my company if this carries on," vox snickers before crashing his lips with yours again, hands holding onto your hips to thrust into you without anything holding him back this time.

ʚ VALENTINO .

you still can't process the fact that you're in valentino's studio with his cock buried deep inside of you while people walked around to work on set. valentino takes puffs from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, often ordering and even yelling at people as they rush to obey his commands.

nobody pays any mind to the both of you; in fact, they see it as something normal. after all, they're working for a porn producer, what is there not to be normal? you keep your face stuffed in the fluff of his coat, hands gripping tightly onto his outfit while still trying to adjust to how good he stretches you apart. everyone has just started working, and the set is still being prepared for a new film.

"you're tighter than usual my love, are you that excited to be around everyone?" he teases with a mocking tone, puffing out a wisp of pink smoke onto your flushed face. you lightly shake your head with a whine, the smoke that you inhale causing your vision to spin immediately. humming, valentino lifts your body up with the help of his lower pair of arms before roughly slamming you back down onto his cock. "I doubt that. you've always loved being fucking in public, no? look at you,"

you gasp, body tensing as a moan escapes your throat. you immediately bite down on your lower lip, eyes screwing shut while simultaneously having your body trembling under his hold. you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, yet the idea alone excites you in an odd way that you never knew it would. noting your reaction, valentino continues repeating the action before stopping promptly, feeding himself with your choked back moans.

"keep looking pretty like that while i work, i'll have a reward waiting for you." you mewl at his words, giving him a weak nod while tugging onto his shirt. he takes another long drag from his cigarette before letting his gaze fall onto the prepared set displayed in front of him, eyes scanning for the stars of the show in the room.

he would moan softly into your ear whenever you clenched around him, teasing you with his mere voice and carrying on with his work. you don't complain, though, considering how you'll be fucked into a moaning mess once he's done with work.

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