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Why so shocked?📺⚡

Vox motivates you to do your job.

CW:/sub!femreader, Dom!Vox, voyeurism, overstim, desperation

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Procrastination is such a finite thing. You really do want to get this stack of records digitized, but it's just so... Boring. The repetitive motion of reading the paper, and typing it into the computer was so annoyingly dull, you were tempted to smash the stapler into your face repetitively when you attempted to try getting anything done.

Thankfully, he would say, Vox was here to shock you every time he saw you slacking. You really didn't mean to daydream in the middle of writing about some studio light bills, the clock just had the same beat as your favorite song.

"come on girl, one more sheet," Vox coos, watching from his own chair as you squirm terribly at your laptop.

"please," you stutter, your demeanor failing as you pant, hot coils sitting idly in your stomach from the hours he's been teasing you already.

"what was that? Please what?" Vox tilts his screen, increasing the speed of the vibrating with one click, making you lurch so fast your glasses sold to the tip of your nose.

You scrambled to push them up your face, squeezing your legs together desperately as the top of your stockings get damp. You stifle your moans with your hand, leaning onto your elbows to hold yourself up.

"please, I can't- I can't focus with it so fast," you gasp through your fingers, your left hand stilling uselessly on your keyboard.

"yes you can, just ignore it," he says sharply, tugging the sudden chain that connected to your collar, almost tipping you out of your chair, "or are you going to make me give you more?"

"No, please, I'll finish I will," you whimper, grasping the chain to hold yourself up as your extremities keep you in your seat.

"Then start typing," The chain disappears suddenly and you crash to the ground, grunting as you landed.

You nodded, pushing yourself up with your arms weakly, desperately grabbing for your glasses. You fall many times while you try standing, gasping as your stockings get wetter, your knees sliding on the tile ground as you ultimately crawl to your seat.

You pull yourself up as your legs shake, and you tremble as you continue transferring bills. First the bill date in the first column, then the due payment date in the second column. You press too many keys as the vibrating spikes once, before going down again. Focus, ordered item in the third column, finally the order number here, and confirmed and done.

You move onto the next, and the next, losing more and more of your composure until you're on the final bill, a sopping wet mess as you hunch over your screen with tear stains in the corners of your eyes, and a burning sensation taking over your entire abdomen and thighs.

"order number CK#9731208," you say finally as you type in each number as it leaves your lips, shaking as you move to confirm the action. A small desperate sob leaves your mouth as the green checkmark covers your screen, marking your completion. The vibrating goes to max as you moan, gripping your face harshly as you shut your laptop.

"I'm done, please I'm done," you whine, tilting your head up as Vox finally touches you, finally moves from his chair and places one sharp nail on your chin as you gasp while his hand slides down your blouse.

"Good girl, you did it," he smirks at your desperate, red face, leaning down to kiss you, "I think you've earned your finish,"

You nod against his lips as you gasp, arching your back as electricity from his fingers zap your nipple as his other hand grips your neck tightly. You grind your hips against the leather of your chair, Vox's foot helpfully keeping it from moving as you jolt from the overwhelming sensations littering your body.

You take a deep breath, not even realizing you had stopped breathing when your vision turned white. You blink harshly as Vox pulls back, his expression too mischievous for your liking.

"good job, you're completely warmed up for me," he smirks, spinning you around to grab your thighs, and pull you up, against his lap, while he stands and your body still half lay in the chair.

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He is watching you sleep

{small crack doodle painying}

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HuskerDustWeek2024 Day 2: Tie/ Suspenders

Care to dance?✨

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Sometimes I wonder if Lucifer dawns his clown like makeup of his own volition, (which arguably could be even sadder) or if it's a cursed joke of God's to mock him for being such a fool.

Because remember, Lucifer was always seen as God's favorite, the most beautiful, he would be called morningstar because of how bright he was.

In hell it became his last name because that name was in the past, and it didn't matter anymore.

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🎙️Equal Oppurtunity

An Alastor x Neutral Partner oneshot

NSFW but Alastor is still Asexual.

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Just imagine Alastor fully clothed lying on his back, as his desperate needy partner grinds against his knee. At some point they lost their clothes, but Alastor didn't mind at all that his suit was getting dirty from their sweat, or stains. No, no the taste of them as they got excited was worth the dry cleaning.

Alastor bit their neck, because that was the easiest place to reach, and Rosie was always talking to him about the women who would kiss her neck, this would most likely be the same.

His partner moaned louder, so his theory was correct. His hands floated above their waist, somehow that being the limit of his physical aptitude at the moment.

He had no problem doing this, in fact, he offered the idea. It was only fair, seeing how they let him feast on their being, their flesh, his sick version of adoration being displayed through the consumption of their physical essence. Of course it just regenerated as a scar, or a healing bite mark, that's how hell works, of course.

Or maybe it doesn't, for some of you super sick fucks. Maybe Alastor's bites stay as broad, indented bite marks, left as a calling card to all who try to please them after him.

Alastor raises his knee, the sudden stutter of their movements a telltale sign of accurate adjustment. This was just another game Alastor had to win, he had to observe how he could move, how they would react. He experiments, knowing they like it when they gasp. First, his hands unsurely grabbing their hips to guide them down from his knee, farther down his thigh. He was careful to keep their knee far from his own groin, thank you very much.

Second, Alastor will move his leg up, to rest at a slight incline. His partner was forced to lean forward, centimeters from his face. They needed little encouragement from Alastor to grind their hips against the fabric of his thigh as they're bent over, clutching at Alastor's super fucking sexy slutty man waist™ , while he bites down on the flesh of their shoulder.

Deep, wine red blood dripped from the bite mark Alastor made on their neck, those drops not having made it into his mouth They hissed, the sound turning into a slight moan as his nails dug deeper into their skin, not yet piercing skin. They gasped lewdly, repetitively, each jolt of Alastor's thigh receiveing a moan as his partner reaches their limit.

They weren't quite attractive sounds, but they weren't unattractive. Nothing about them could be unattractive. Alastor himself just did not see the appeal for it. He will also find it curious that they can finish from such small, facile actions. As they clutch his shirt tighter, their muscles tightening, he will bite harder, his teeth gracing muscle.

As they pant, stilling their body from the once desperate movements, Alastor smirked. If he's going to do something, he must be better than expected, if not the best. He wanted to win the game.

He digs his fingers into their hips, drawing blood, as the demon gasped. Alastor guided their body to grind against his thigh once more. The surprised sound that came from them was perfect enough, as Alastor slowly retracted his hold on their shoulder.

He licked at the dripping blood, as their throat whined from the sensation. He placed a hand on their chest, pushing them back as a disheartened plea left their mouth. He smirked, tentacles appearing, wrapped around their wrists, tugging to restrain their arms behind their own back.

They gasp, shivering as more tentacles slither up their thighs, these ones smaller, yet larger in number. A few wrap up, and around their waist, others sliding towards their chest, or up their back. they were completely exposed, the cold air of the room eliciting a shiver from them.

The very end of the tentacles rubbed their already hard nipples, more trailing to wrap around their shoulders, completely restraining them. Alastor found no attraction in the sexuality of the scene, finding more enjoyment of the power he possessed.

A slightly thicker tentacle than the ones slithering on their abdomen slides up the back of their neck. They moaned, tilting their head back as the new tentacle slithered around to fashion itself as a blindfold. They gasped, heart rate picking up as their mouth opened to groan, pleased at the loss of a sense.

Alastor watched as they whimpered, resting on the bed as his tentacles did all the work, guiding their hips against his thigh, a tendril snaking between their legs as he avoided glancing there. What the things did in this moment he wouldn't remember, as long as he can't ingrain the image in his memory.

Alastor would enjoy the forced stillness to their second orgasm with a sadistic smile. Completely wrapped with his tentacles as he watched them pant and squirm from the overstimulation. He now understood why people enjoyed hearing sounds, as their moans were painted in desperation, it was empowering. His suit was stained, wet, and some spots slightly white yet he smiled at the sight of a restrained demon. Eventually he would receive the tapping, his signal to stop and give them a break.

Tonight they tapped out and voted to cuddle in a sleepover, which Alastor agreed to. A pity, Alastor actually could have gone on longer if they'd liked, the tentacles were a good idea. They had only made occasional comments about them, they hadn't seemed to expect them in the moment. What a rare occasion, that happens, a surprise from dear old Alastor.

They would get Alastor new clothes, apologizing for the mess. Alastor would ruffle their hair, thanking them while smiling widely at their adoration. They would lay down on his right, Alastor's arm thrown around them as he sat propped against the head board. He couldn't help but watch them sleep, breathing softly on his stomach as their arms held him loosely. Tiredness never tugged at his eyes as the night bore on, and they fell deeper and deeper into their slumber.

What a curious creature, to be able to fall asleep in his presence. Everyone always whispers about his very exposure to be off putting, yet here this sinner was snoring softly against a shirt they offered him.

Alastor would leave in the middle of the night, scowling as he brought his suit to the dry cleaners. He could only conjure up a simple button down and slacks combo to wear in public, because he would rather be caught in heaven before being seen in rags. He paid extra for stain removal, albeit not being very expensive when he put on a nice display of a smile.

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Applehusk but it's just them absolutely dogging on Alastor. (Can and will also apply to Applestatic/appletv)

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Play The Game?

Yes[] No[]

Huskerdusk if husk was still an overlord

(Pulled from my twitter, sorry for formatting)

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Angel is very reluctant while gambling Husk to simply...help him. Do him a much needed favour, really. Husk convinced him, got close to him, comforted him...

And whispered into his ear, a rough smirk on his face that poor Angel could not see. A naive demon sitting in front of a polished bar, The Smiling Swindler's words slithering in through his friendly, caring demeanor.

"I could deal with him, you know."

Angel would look up from the drink he was drowning himself in, his eyes widening slightly in the way that they do when he's caught off guard and his facade slips. Anthony peaks through, he doesn't know it but Husk notices. It's his job to notice, to find the weak spots, to see how desperate they truly are.

"That's impossible, even if I wanted you too," Scoffs Angel. Ah, he always did resent showing weakness. He would spit it out like the silent, desperate plea the words held.

'i wish there was a way.'

There was always a path, if you had enough power.

"Val has more money, fame, and power. I'm a respected actor, and the gig pays well," Angel would defend, crossing his arms and turning away from the overlord.

A slight smile. A sharp tooth glinting in the lamp of the clean, polished bar of the hotel.

"I would challenge him to a game. His pride would never let him deny a challenge," sound confident, he will reason with the idea. He has been doing that more, Husk noticed.

"Really Husk, I don't want to leave. I am living the life! I am a respected film actor, and the money helps me keep my lavish lifestyle of cocks and coke," Angel would always use his accomplishments as a shield, hiding behind the face of a successful, sexual celebrity.

But it was just that, a face. It was all in the eyes. You can't be a gambler without being able to read the eyes.

"But are you really that respected?" His words were like tendrils, wrapping around Angel's ears, seeping into his doubts. It was always the same for the desperate.

"Look at how Valentino treats you, compared to how we treat you. We just want what's best for you, and Valentino is in the way of that," Husk's cane tapped hypnotically against the floor as he circled Angel. Like a Tiger lining up for the final strike. Ironic, knowing Husk hates cats.

Angel couldn't help but look into his eyes as Husk rounded in front of him. His cane tapped once between them, not moving an inch as Angel forgot to breathe. When did he forget to breathe?

"I don't want you risking your safety just to free me when I have no problems with my job,"

Husk would look offended at Angel's words, putting a hand to his chest, mock hurt displayed on his face and coating his words.

"Angel, are you doubting my skills? I'm an overlord for a reason! I'm the best gambler around, and I have perfectly enough power to crush that Moth if I need too,"

A friendly, guiding hand on his shoulder. Angel wouldn't flinch away, like he remembered Valentino would make him. Husk's hand was warm, it was nothing but comforting. Wait when did Angels start referring to Val as Valentino? He didn't know.

"Charlie probably wouldn't want us starting another conflict, especially with the extermination so soon."

Angel was grasping at straws, Husk knows he was. Angel knows Charlie would help with anything they needed if it would help him. Besides if she disagreed...

Well, whatever she doesn't know can't hurt her.

"We both know that's a lie. She's like a people-pleasing, spiky, piece of bubble wrap when it comes to friends," Husk chuckles, placing his elbow on the freshly wiped wood of the bar. He poured a cup of scotch, swirling it around.

He eyed the glass, glancing up at Angel to smirk at the hopeful look on his face. Such a comforting look, knowing they were always already too deep to crawl out of his grasp.

"Of course, for my help, I like to gamble for it," Angel would stiffen, as Husk set his glass down.

"It would cost nothing! If you win, I free your soul no strings attached," Husk smiled dangerously, a look that did not promote confidence in Angel, "but if I win... You sign a contract with me," Husk slid the glass across the wood, Angel grabbing it with both hands. The amber liquid looked comforting as Angel stared into it, something similar to how he felt when Husk was in his eyesight. What an easy spider to trick.

Sigh, you'd think he'd know the traps of a web better.

"Have a drink, enjoy the evening, take a good night's rest," Husk walked past his shoulder, past the corner of the bar only Husk ever needed to cross. Angel would turn to catch sight of Husk waving as he walked backwards, smiling.

"Think about it. Could the outcome really be as worse as how it is now? I'm not as bad as Valentino,"

Angel contemplated the offer, something few might argue is riskier. A definite chance to escape Val... but a slight chance to still have his freedom stolen once again.

Husk smirked, recognizing the look of gears turning in Angel's head, something the spider demon rarely did while working under Valentino.

"Good night Angel Dust, sleep well," Husk finally turned, quickening his pace as he ascended the Hotel stairs. Angel couldn't see the smirk on his face as he planned the next step, a game of poker. Because of course Angel would say yes.

Anthony would watch him leave, waiting for the overlord to be out of sight before glancing down at the amber liquid in the crystal glass. He scoffed, Husk really had to go with the most expensive option.

'i have the funds, why not splurge on things I will cherish?' he'd said.

Anthony supposed he was right. Does that mean Husk cares about him if he's willing to risk souls for his release from Valentino's torment? Angel shook his head, face reddening at the idyllic thoughts. He sighed, resting his elbow on the bar as he brought the glass to his lips

The stupid, expensive crystal that Husk just had to splurge on. Because he would cherish it. Just like Angel. He groaned, kicking himself as the rest of the bourbon draining into his throat. His hands immediately reaching for the nearest bottle of alcohol at his fingertips.

Husk smirked, watching the crumbling demeanor of Angel with a chuckle. He turned on his heel, stepping away from the wall he stood behind. His signature cane tapped against the hotel floor, out of reach of Angels ears, as Husk chuckled while turning down a hallway, a hand reaching up to dust off his shoulder in a job well done. They always fall.

Like a card tower. You just need to find the weak spots, seep into the cracks with a friendly demeanor and an ear to listen. Once they trust you, they trust your word. And once they trust your word, well, you just have to wait until they're desperate.

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When they're desperate, they always play the game

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