#💦Vox

[hazsofties]

Vox, Adam, Angel Dust, and Baxter Help GN Reader Feel Confident In Wearing More Revealing Clothing (x Reader)

Minors & pro/shippers DNI!

Based on this poll. Want to participate in polls? Shoot us a follow!

Vox

Vox can't help but notice that, every time he takes you out shopping, you always eye the more revealing clothes options, but you never pick them out.

He decides to discuss it with you the next time you go shopping. He notices you eyeing one of the revealing clothes options and says, "You'd look amazing in that. Why not try it on?".

It's around that time that you admit your insecurities to Vox. You confess to him that you dislike your body, and that you don't have the confidence to wear something so revealing. Maybe you feel your natural body is too skinny and looks unpleasant, maybe you feel your body is too fat and you hate showing your rolls, maybe you feel the need to cover your blemishes, or feel self conscious because your body doesn't match your gender, etc.

Vox is a bit shocked at first before laughing. Originally you think he's teasing you, but he soon clarifies, "Sweetheart, you look amazing in literally anything. None of that changes this fact".

If you think you look too skinny, Vox reminds you how skinny he looks and how you still think he looks beautiful anyway. If you think you look too fat, Vox tells you, "and you look absolutely gorgeous with that fat/those rolls". If you feel the need to cover your blemishes, Vox reminds you, "those blemishes are a part of you that makes you unique. Personally, I love them". If you feel your body doesn't match your gender, Vox assures you he'll still see you as that gender even if you show off more and will ensure others don't make rude comments about it. Whatever the insecurity, Vox assures you that you'll pull the outfit off amazingly.

In the end, Vox is able to coax you into wearing that more revealing outfit, and you absolutely soak in all the compliments Vox gives you. You've never felt so beautiful before, and Vox really helps you see yourself through his eyes. Sometimes literally using his abilities, and you look absolutely sizzling from Vox's point of view!

Adam

Adam has suggested you wear revealing clothes before, because he thinks you'd look absolutely hot in them. He stopped when it seemed to make you uncomfortable, because the last thing he wants to do is pressure you into doing something you don't want to. Yet, lately, he's gotten the impression that you want to wear those kinds of clothes, you just lack the confidence.

One night when you're relaxing on Adam's couch, Adam brings up the topic. Adam asks you, "Hey babe? So, I'm sorry if I'm overstepping any boundaries here but, I was just wondering how do you feel about your body? Like, maybe that's something you'd like to talk about with someone?".

You admit that you've never felt good about your body, perhaps because of your weight, your blemishes, the fact it doesn't match your gender, or something else entirely. Adam listens attentively, looking more and more concerned the more you tell him.

Once you've finished, Adam tells you, "Babe, you look absolutely smoking! Your body is just as beautiful as you are, and if you want to show it off more, you totally should. You have my full support!"

Admittedly you're worried about how he'll react, but, he makes you feel comfortable enough to try to wear a more revealing outfit the next time you hang out.

When you show it off to Adam, he thinks you look amazing in it and wastes no time letting you know that's exactly how he feels. You decide it was completely worth it.

Angel Dust

You've always been jealous of your boyfriend's confidence when it comes to wearing more revealing clothing. You've asked him how he does it and he's mostly told you, "It just takes practice getting comfortable with it is all". You could have all the practice in the world and you're unsure it'd change how you feel.

When Angel notices your jealous glances one day, he tells you, "you know, you could totally pull those kind of outfits off to. You can totally pull off whatever you want, and I think you should go for it!". However, despite his support, you're quick to disagree with him.

You explain to Angel why you believe you can't pull it off, either because of your appearance, to your weight, and so on.

Angel assures you that you look beautiful, just as beautiful as him (and he promises you he doesn't just say stuff like that). If your appearance not matching your gender is the issue, he reminds you that his fluff makes people think he has tits, but that it doesn't make him any less of a man, and that your body doesn't make you any less the gender you know you are deep down.

Angel then says, "Let me prove it to you. I'll pick out a revealing outfit I know you'll look stunning in, and we'll go from there". You feel shy about it but, you trust your boyfriend.

After you put the outfit on, Angel stands with you in front of a mirror, showering you in compliments and really hyping you up. Though it may take a while for you to believe Angel, it's a great start that really encourages you to give showing off more of your body a try.

Baxter

Baxter realizes something has been troubling you lately. When it starts to depress you, Baxter sits you down and encourages you to open up to him. He may not always be the most warm and cuddly boyfriend, at least not in conventional ways, but he is an amazing listener that's always willing to lend an ear when you need to vent or just talk to someone.

You explain to him that you've been thinking about wearing more revealing clothes lately, but that your insecurities concerning your body makes it so difficult.

Once you've finished explaining the situation to him, Baxter tells you, "Everyone's body looks different. Just like no two snowflakes are alike, your body is unique to you. No matter how your body looks, there is no shame in decorating it in whatever clothes you'd like! So long as it makes you happy, that's the most important thing".

You tell him you know that, but that you find it difficult to internalize with the social expectations around you about the "perfect body type".

Baxter reminds you that these expectations are based on impossible standards, harmful expectations, and that they don't truly benefit anyone, only serving to make others insecure. He says, "Do you really want to give into the expectations of individuals who are either hurting or mean you harm"?

After your conversation, you feel a lot better about the whole thing and ready to give revealing clothing a second chance. If you can grow the confidence to wear them despite your insecurities, maybe others can do the same.

[dragonanon]

Why is it that I ALWAYS end up simping for the awful, douche bag, bastard men?? I’m literally over here pulling a Helga Pataki for Adam and Mammon right now, and I am fighting for my life

[claudethecrabdemoness]

Oh concubine, what are you made of?

No resource on this earth is that soft

I swear by god you are an angel

ironic how you help me raise hell

[vox-monstera]

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone this excited to suck my cock.”

“Just fuck my mouth already, please.”

[dingbatsy]

🔥Red Hot Riding Hood Alastor🔥 (2/2)

Vox is thirsty like the wolf 💦

Red Riding Hood Al by @lockwayarts!

Big Bad Wolf Vox by me!

Part 1

[freakyfrye]

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝕳𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝕳𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩 𝕸.𝕷𝔦𝔰𝔱 ໒꒱ ‧₊

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐬: 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭¡𝐜𝐚 💦 | 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 🃏| 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 🪼| 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ☘️ | 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭🍦| 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 💉 | 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 2 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 🎻 | 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 🔌 | 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 🧸

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙤 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕬𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝕯𝔲𝔰𝔱

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙔'𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙄... 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕳𝔲𝔰𝔨

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙃𝙤𝙬'𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝? 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕷𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

pity party ( platonic, fem reader) IN WHICH, lucifer is insecure and self sabotage a good friendship 🃏🪼🔌

𝙄, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨. 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝖁𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔢 & 𝕮𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔢

*𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙙𝙞𝙚!

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚—𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙚. 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝖁𝔬𝔵

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

coworkers. friends? lovers ‪♡ (fem! reader), IN WHICH, the reader gets injured during an extermination and vox finds them 🧸🎻

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕬𝔡𝔞𝔪

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣g. 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬. 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕾𝔦𝔯 𝕻𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

bridges (multi x gn! reader) IN WHICH, a moment together is ruined ☘️ 🍦 🧸

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚!

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝖁𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

[akunya]

eiiiiii the idea of getting private meeting with camboy vox HELLO. you make me suffer for good stuffs every single day 😭💦 can you spoil me a little bittttt. - 🐱

“private session.”

pairings: camboy!vox akuma x male!reader

summary: congrats, lucky winner! because of your generous donations, vox reached out wanting to thank you in person. things, however, take a turn.

tw: DRUGGING, yandere, manipulation, voice fetish. camshows, drinking, implied noncon. age gap, etc.

notes: last fic of 2022! im posting this mere minutes from midnight, so please pardon any mistakes. ill go back and edit this a bit later.

and yes, i can write a part 2 if you truly wish. sorry for cucking you guys, again..

happy new year everyone, thank you for such an amazing 2022. i hope to write much more in the future!

“im at the right place, aren’t i..?” you mumbled to yourself, frigid, clammy hands swiping your phone to make sure the location was right. the restaurant looked a bit trendy and sophisticated, somewhere you wouldn't dare step inside on your own. you and vox both agreed on a restaurant to meet at around eight o'clock. to be truly honest with yourself, you never thought you’d have the guts to do something like this — but when vox, the streamer who you’ve been watching for months daily and donating to everyday reached out to you personally, how could you say no?

nonetheless, sitting across from him at the table really made you wish you had refused.

for one, he was much too ethereal to be in your lowly presence. the camera didn’t do him justice at all — his pale skin was a nice contrast to his black hair, adorned by his signature red highlights. he even wore the red eye makeup that you loved to look at, except now, you could see his mouth and bottom half of his face, uncovered by the black mask he would usually wear. his lips looked so soft, and when his tongue darted out to lick them you were nearly going to faint. we’re those.. fangs? his canines were sharp, and you felt like a pervert for staring so intensely.

you quickly paid your respects to the other fans who would never know that vox, a niche but popular adult streamer, was a truly beautiful man in person.

you didn't even notice how silent it had gotten between the two of you. “no need to be so quiet. i don’t bite, i promise.” vox’s sweet voice snapped you out of your thoughts, apologizing profusely for zoning out so much. “you’re right! im sorry, ive just never done anything like this before..” you chuckled awkwardly, shifting in your chair while vox just smiled. he found your skittishness adorable. you reminded him of a scared little bunny — and he was the big bad wolf, ready to eat you up whole.

"what a shame. and here i was thinking you do this quite often, with how you accepted my request and all." the demon smirked at how your face flushed, becoming a stuttering mess. you should've expected it, but he was just as snarky in person as he was on his live shows. as your little meeting continued, vox realized he enjoyed your presence much more than he thought. the night was filled with friendly but interesting conversation, and for once, the demon didn’t feel forced to keep speaking.

at first, he debated on meeting with you in person. what if the person who donated nearly thousands to him each month turned out to be not as pleasant as he hoped? while the demon wouldn't be surprised, he would be a tad disappointed with all of the free shoutouts he's given to you. still, with you being his top donator for a while now, he felt compelled to show some form of graciousness. a little present, just in time for the holidays.

vox enjoyed streaming more than he thought he would. even though he could use his voice and other demonic powers for much grander, sinister things - for some reason, using them to tease and drain the wallets of his viewers was surprisingly just as satisfying. doing this, he never had to worry about getting a silly job like most humans did, letting the demon truly relax when he wasnt tampering with cameras and himself.

but, you, however - vox liked how shy and nervous you were. it awakened a sick monster inside of him, that wanted to see you cry and beg for mercy at his fingertips. he thought his days of toying with mortals was over, but unfortunately (or fortunately?) for you, you seemed to rekindle that fire in his heart. if he didn't know any better, he would've never expected you to be someone that watches adult streams online, let alone spend money on them.

taking advantage of how anxious you were, vox continued to ask questions about yourself, forcing you to blurt out answers in hopes of not screwing up. "so, what do you like about my streams, y/n?" the male swiveled the wine in his glass nonchalantly, golden eyes looking into yours, awaiting an answer. you gulped, shakily drinking yours as well.

"um, well, you're the first streamer i've ever really watched for.. that sort of stuff. i initially liked how your voice sounded, and wanted to hear more, but i ended up staying for your little stories and when you'd talk about yourself. you just seemed really nice." it was a bit embarrassing when you had said it aloud, but it was the truth. you enjoyed the moments where the demon would just ramble the most. of course, given the content of his streams, most of the things he'd speak about were so dirty it made your ears feel hot - however, there were moments where he'd just talk about his day, and you seemed to enjoy those the most.

it was vox's turn to blush, his grip tightening on the wine glass ever so slightly. how could a mere mortal make him feel so... flustered? hes had his fair share of affairs over many decades, however, never has he felt so vulnerable. the demon was expecting you to talk about his cock or something, but of course your innocent little head wouldnt do that. you should be thankful vox isn't a cannibalistic demon, or he seriously would've eaten your heart out by now.

therefore, the man didnt feel any remorse when you went to the bathroom and he slipped a drug into your drink while you were away.

it wasnt his fault - how was he supposed to let you go after today? someone as sinless and pure as yourself needed to be his. vox wouldnt be content with letting you go back to being another viewer behind the screen, not after your little meeting. the demon knew truly that you probably wouldn't refuse going home with him, but that also didnt guarantee you'd accept his offer. he considered the drug just a bit of a push in the right direction, if you will.

"sorry for taking so long. there was a line outside, so.." your voice trailed off, going back to your seat as the older man simply chuckled. why did you feel the need to explain yourself? it didn't matter how long you took, even if you tried to run now, vox would surely find you. pouring some more wine for himself, he filled his glass a bit more to match yours. you tried to tell him you weren't too keen or interested in alcohol at the beginning of your little date, but the demon wouldn't take no for an answer. "y/n, lets have a toast, shall we?" his held up his glass expectantly towards you, waiting for you to clink the rim with your own.

you hesitated for a moment. the smell of wine never enticed you, but seeing vox wait earnestly made your heart flutter. one glass shouldn't hurt, right?

you simply nodded, the familiar clank of glass against glass being shared between you two before drinking. you drank a majority of the wine, only leaving a small amount left. "good boy. its good, isnt it?" you nearly sputtered the drink back up from the praise, nodding again and drinking the rest in one gulp. it was much different hearing his words of affirmation in person. it felt addicting, unreal.

"thats it. a toast for the new year, my boy. im excited for the memories we shall make together. aren't you?" oh, did vox mean his streams? of course you looked forward to those, how could you not! he was the highlight of your day, making you smile and laugh. "mhm! im excited. im looking forward to your streams, vox." the demon felt a shiver roll down his spine, suppressing a groan. he could get used to you saying his name. he wanted to hear you say it in other ways, too.

"i hope we can get more.. personal, as well, y/n. it was truly delightful being here with you." the man had such a way with words, making you swoon. was he this nice with everyone? no wonder he had so many followers! while you didnt know the true extent to what he had implied, you agreed, telling him that you were happy you came out today.

of course you were. you were his little rabbit, frail and gullible, unknowing of the big bad wolf sitting across from your very table. he truly wondered just how oblivious you could be, but much to his delight, he'd find out soon enough. your eyes started to feel heavy, zoning out while he talked about random things to keep you occupied.

"goodness, y/n, are you alright? you look a bit pale. here, let me take you back to my place. i don't live far at all." his voice was sickeningly sweet, how could you deny his offer? you nodded drowsily, letting the man hold you to steady your balance.

the cold air of the outdoors didnt phase you, and neither did it bother vox. peering at your sleeping face, he smiled, leaning in to kiss the top of your forehead.

"happy new years, y/n. lets have fun together." vox whispered in your ear, turning the corner towards his apartment.

[roach-master]

draw vox... But here's the twist...

Don't make it thirsty 👅💦🫵

no. you get vox in a dress. too bad, take the L, sucks to be you 🥰

[cyberrat]

the moth fact anon got me thinking like TEN HOURS????????? Imagine Vox bottoming for the first time, not realizing that he’ll be stuck there for the next TEN HOURS

That is assuming Vox hasn‘t been watching Valentino mate for the past however many years, knowing exactly what he‘s getting into 👀💦

But I also very much enjoy first time gay sex bottom Vox getting super overwhelmed and coming so so many times on Valentino‘s slippery prehensile cock…

[atomra]

Another hazbin au Atom design,,, this time i like it a lot more though 😎💙 including an alastor and vox doodle

Uhhh also a little secret pic below I put wayyyy too much time into 😔💦 Vox/Atom/Alastor (18+ only, thanks!) https://poipiku.com/2235978/9830622.html

[hazsofties]

Aftercare headcanons for the bois? Thank you so much.

Aftercare With Vox, Adam, Alastor, Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk W/ Gender Neutral Reader

Minors & pro/shippers DNI!

Vox

During, Vox was an extremely good communicator that encouraged you to be honest with him and was very respectful of your boundaries. He offered reassurances when needed and ensured you felt secured and loved.

Afterwards, Vox immediately asks how you're feeling. He listens attentively, gently stroking your hair. He feels quite protective of you after the fact.

If you're happy he's happy, telling you, "I'm glad you liked it, sweetheart". If you feel any shame towards your feelings, he helps talk you through them. He assures you, "It's okay to feel that way. You did nothing wrong. You have nothing to feel ashamed of". He reminds you it's a feeling as natural as sadness or joy.

He checks in a few times to see if you need anything. Water, a snack, a cuddle, to talk, etc. If you say you do, he's happy to oblige.

Even if Vox has work to attend to, he wants to stay close to you and constantly visits you as you relax in bed. If he doesn't, he offers to take a shower with you (promising you that you won't be electrocuted).

Vox is attentive to you for the entire rest of the day or night, clearly anxious about you being unhappy or upset with him, but you assure him his is far from the truth and that you're happy to have such a caring partner.

Adam

During, Adam enjoyed showing off his skills and making you absolutely melt. However, he respected your boundaries, immediately stopping and apologizing whenever something made you uncomfortable.

Afterwards, Adam immediately compliments you, saying things like, "wow, that was amazing, babe!". Along with bragging about his own skills, of course, constantly asking you, "Did you see when I did that? Good shit" and "you should have seen the look on your face! Classic".

If you're happy it gives him an ego boost and he says, "Well duh! I am the dickmaster, after all!". However, if he detects any hints of shame he says, "Hey, babe, it's okay. I've got you. Just tell me what's going on". Adam listens to your worries and assures you that you did nothing wrong and everything is "all good".

Adam is a big cuddler, wanting to snuggle and hold you with his wings and arms to show just how much he loves you.

If this is your first time doing something like this together, Adam wants to celebrate with you about taking your relationship to the next level.

Adam is happy to help you clean up and already has water and a snack prepared for you if you want them.

Alastor

During, Alastor takes great pride in servicing you, following your lead and encouraging you to request what you want and decline what you don't.

Afterwards, Alastor immediately helps you clean up and encourages you to rest, saying, "Such activity can take a lot of energy. You deserve the rest, my dear". He cuddles with you and helps you drift off to sleep.

When you wake up, it's to find Alastor has made a home cooked meal for you, either one of your favorites or a comfort food, telling you to dig in.

Once you've eaten, Alastor says, "So, I suppose we should discuss things". He reassures you into being honest about how you felt about the act, what worked and what didn't, and how you feel now.

If you're happy, Alastor looks satisfied. If you feel any shame, Alastor assures you that you did not make him feel uncomfortable and that you did nothing wrong.

Alastor happily spends the rest of the day with you to show you he is not only physically dedicated to you, but emotionally as well.

Lucifer

During Lucifer is wonderfully dorky and caring. He's a bit self conscious, but he pushes through it if you want him to take charge. He is happy to let you take charge as well. He doesn't push your boundaries and makes sure you feel safe.

Afterwards, he's nervous, checking in with you and ensuring you liked it too. He doesn't take it personally if you feel ashamed or concerned, and sooths over your worries.

He lets you guide what you do afterwards. If you want to cuddle, he's fine with that, if you want to clean off he'll help you, if you need water or some food he's flying to the kitchen, and if you need a moment alone he respects that too.

Lucifer doesn't mind if you need to talk through your feelings, assuring you it isn't a bother and that he wants to hear from you. Even if you're awkward about the subject, he doesn't mind at all, admitting he's a bit awkward about it himself.

If you feel any soreness or anything, Lucifer offers to give you a massage or draw you a warm bath.

Lucifer feels extremely connected to you after the fact and assures you know this.

Angel Dust

During, it is clear Angel knows what he's doing, and he uses that expertise to help you have a good time. If you're inexperienced he helps you along. If not, he lets you guide the act as much as you want. He constantly reminds you, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just be honest about how you're feeling, okay?".

Afterwards, Angel gives you a moment to breath, smiling at you before asking, "So, what did you think?". He is receptive to what you have to say, and helps you work through any shame or anxieties if you have them.

Angel already has a care package ready for you with everything you could need to clean yourself up, drink, eat, or take a nice nap.

If you're feeling awkward, Angel has plenty of jokes to crack to get a good laugh out of you and help you feel less self conscious.

You two talk a lot afterwards about this and that, only interrupted by Angel going, "hey, you know how much I care about you, right?".

Angel seems very energized being around you and, despite his complicated relationship with sensuality, clearly feels very good about your shared act.

Husk (TW brief alcohol mention)

During Husk is very flirtatious and the most confident you've ever seen him. Throughout he asks, "you doing okay?" and uses your responses to know what he should and shouldn't do.

Afterwards, Husk asks the same question again, encouraging you to "take your time". If you feel completely good about it, Husk says, "Good, I'm glad. I feel good about it too". If you feel any shame or worries, Husk encourages you to just let it out, and reassures you that he doesn't see you differently.

He offers you a drink, alcoholic or non alcoholic depending on your preference, and you two lounge around together drinking and listening to music.

This is the most relaxed you've ever seen Husk, and you can't help but stare. When he notices, he playfully teases you, staring at you back and telling you just how beautiful, handsome, or gorgeous you look, whichever title you prefer.

Husk is purring the entire time you spend time together, unable to contain his loving smirk at you.

Though Husk isn't super cuddly, you conclude this time together with a hug and the reassurance that Husk will talk to you again soon.

[voxasks]

ᡣ𐭩 • ｡ EVENT : 200 FOLLOWERS <3 ( CLOSED )

just to avoid any confusion, please type the emojis in the beginning of the ask and nowhere else unless you’re signing off as a specific anon, thank you!

this event is ENTIRELY based off of @hellishradio’s <3

asks regarding this event will be tagged under ‘.voxasks 200 event’.

— contents :

𐙚 ASK THE EDITOR !

𐙚 INTERACT WITH VOX !

𐙚 KIND WORDS .

𐙚 ASK THE EDITOR !

🐋 . . . ask me anything like my headcanons, opinions of my muse, how i write my fics / think of my ideas or responses, or even my personal life

🦋 . . . send me a plot / story idea you have for my muse and i will tell you how i would write it (so kinda like an imagine?) though my main blog is specifically a fanfic blog so you can also just send in any requests if you have any at @bindeds (and ofc, i take vox requests lmao)

💧. . . send a “dress/draw vox in _____” and i will draw it!

💦 . . . send me any character from hazbin hotel and i will provide any opinion, vision, or headcanon about them!

𐙚 INTERACT WITH VOX !

🫐 . . . tell me about yourself anonymously and vox will tell you his inner thoughts about you! ( gender + personality + likes + dislikes + hobbies + etc, you don't have to answer all sections if you're uncomfortable! )

🧊 . . . put vox in a specific scenario! and he will react!

🌊 . . . vox can't lie LMAOOO send any asks and my muse will tell his truth!

🛝 . . . ask a question! works like a regular ask but i will add an ooc comment of my headcanon so there's more info!

❄️ . . . send in anything you're sad about, whether it be a vent, something you're stressed about, etc. vox and mod will give you advice! ( send anonymously please, and include any trigger warnings! will be tagged ‘.voxasks advice’ so if you don't want to see asks like this, please block the tag. vox won’t be such a bastard obviously, because i just know this man has SOME sad backstory somehow )

🥣 . . . send any confessions and vox will react!

🐳 . . . send a headcanon about vox and both vox and mod will react!

𐙚 KIND WORDS .

🍓. . . i love how you portray your muse

🍇 . . . i love your aesthetic and graphics

🍒. . . you're one of my favourite blogs

🥩 . . . your posts always make me happy

🍿. . . im grateful for your blog

🥤. . . admiring from afar

i look forward to your asks guys, thank you again so much for 200 ! it really has been so fun with you guys <33

[claudethecrabdemoness]

((no he wasn’t))

Vox has no chill. And often says the gayest shit when he sees red.

… lucky for him, Claude likes that in a guy.

She doesn’t totally get his beef with Alastor, nor does she care all too much. Alastor is just kind of an ominously distant figure to most sinners in hell, and while they have a more-than-healthy fear of what he can do, no one really loses much sleep over it on average. Especially since his disappearance. As far as she’s concerned, all the overlords are petty and ego-driven as a prerequisite to the title, so anyone Vox hates would fall into that same category of silly boy rivalry. Same animosity, different vessel. The only thing she def gets more than he does is how badly he wants to bone said nemesis, and just can’t reckon with the obviously one-sided sexual tension. Now THAT she can get behind…

Even if Vox will never be able to 😝🤣💦

[it-gal888]

Me: aight I don’t see hype with alastor but I definitely see the appeal. Not a tumblr sexyman person but u do u~

Vox: *breathes*

Me: oh dear lord 💦

[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice (epilogue)

Mom gets fitted for dentures next week 🎊 🎉 🦷 💝

Epilogue (Promises)

You had meant it when you said it so long ago. A promise. One you intended to keep

「Warnings/Promises: Alastor x Fem Reader, Valentino x Fem reader (just TRUST ME), nipple chain, Val exists too much, Kaiju cock, pussy wet??, aphrodisiac, Alastor shade, fanatic sinners, misleading porno covers, Angel Dust is perfect as always, blood, stabbing, filming sexy things, Val in a thong, licking, hair pulling, why bad man have big dick, Alastor isn’t horny but he is possessive, pussy in the ether」

Part 1 smut 💦 Part 2 smut 💦 Side Story Part 3 smut 💦 Part 4 smut💦 Epilogue sexual

***Spoiler for people that need Val warnings*** Val dick touches reader pussy. Val explicit scenes are purple. if you skip the purple parts you will still understand the story and still be in the scene, interacting with him. Reminder, reader is there intentionally and consenting.

minors omg look over there! (🏃‍♀️💨Dni)

“I will admit, I was surprised to get your message.” Val exhaled, one hip out as he rest his weight on his right foot. You hadn’t planned on seeing him again, but as you became comfortable in hell you found yourself remembering the promise to yourself. One you made that day you met Alastor. On the floor of that studio. Your eyes scanned the room. The space was different, the set no longer your cursed cabin scene.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You took a deep breath, you’d practiced this, “Well I’ve been in hell for a while now… and I see you everywhere. I’ve been thinking,” your eyes caught on the door you were confident led to the room that held you. To the bed. Another shaky exhale, you never were much of an actress. “I really missed my chance with you. A powerful overlord… a celebrity.”

A dark chuckle from the moth, his ego fluttering, “Ooh, you’re a little celebrity in your own right. My best seller in ages.”

Oh, right. The tape. You hadn’t watched it yet. Alastor set the VHS copy on the bookshelf, an agreement made you could revisit that memory together if you ever wanted to. Not that you hadn’t heard it before. Nearly two years after its release and still people played it in public. Your first visit to Rosie started with you red faced and sputtering, having had someone on the way there thrust a DVD in front of you. 

The stranger asked for an autograph, but as soon as you saw the cover photo the entire thing had been knocked into the street by Alastor’s microphone. He had been trying to shelter you from interacting too much with the movie.

“Was that—is the cover—?” You were frozen as the sinner ran off, mind trying to process the image.

Alastor hummed, “Not what I’d choose, but I signed away all rights when I made the deal. A little misleading of a photo if you ask me.” He watched with glee as a car pulverized the disc and case. 

A blood red demonic seal splattered with a white liquid and a slender hand scraping into the wood.

“But that’s the Vees for you!”

Indeed, that was the Vees. Val gestured at you with his cigarette and its dramatic holder, “Aren’t you still with the radio demon? Not that I care.” He took a few steps towards you, getting you into arm’s reach before grabbing you by the back of the head and pulling you into him, “Just cuz there's a goalie doesn’t mean I can’t score.”

With how your head was angled back as he had your hair tightly wound in his fist you could see the TV. Always Vox News, you assumed. The time was displayed in the corner. “I am but— he doesn’t, ya know… he doesn’t know I’m here. But he’ll be looking for me soon.”

He stared down at you, pupil-less eyes without emotion. Your scalp began to burn and after a few seconds you had to shift your weight to relieve some of the pull. It made your upper stomach rub against his crotch. Not at all your intention. But you knew you’d have to touch him eventually.

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t do shit at anyone else’s speed.” His hand released your hair, “Could be fun though…,” Valentino traced along your jaw with his tongue before squeezing your cheeks in his hand, “fucking Alastor’s woman.”

He was off you as quickly as he had pounced, makeshift jacket swirling behind him as he spun around and walked to the door you’d seen before.

Another glance at the television. You had 10 minutes before Alastor would be calling. A small panic that you didn’t have enough time. 

Alastor rarely called on you, because rarely were you very far away. He didn’t have you on a leash, you just enjoyed his company. You’d scroll on your phone while he worked in his radio station  or read a book while he enjoyed his breakfast in the morning. 

Also, well, going out alone could be intimidating. People swung from two extremes when they saw you— excited fan or terrified sinner. 

The fans knew you were with Alastor. 

The other sinners knew you were with Alastor. 

The DVD incident had spooked you, not helped by the fact it had been your first outing. Alastor had been eager, even if he didn’t say it, to introduce you to the cannibal overlord. 

Having you back in his presence brought a deep seated sense of calm to him, one best compared to the feeling he had when gossiping with Rosie over coffee. Naturally he wanted his closest friend to meet the soul who’d stolen his attention. And Rosie was delighted to meet you, evident with the extravagant tea (and a singular coffee)  she set up and her litany of questions.

But every time she asked something she also seemed to answer it herself.

“Are you happy to be together again in your body?! I’m sure you are.” She offered you a finger you had to decline. 

“I bet you two have been busy.” A wink, “Though you must have been for it to take so long to get down here.”

Alastor shrunk a little as she smacked at his shoulder. You hadn’t seen him allow others to touch him before. Had that been Angel, the second one of his many arms cocked back Alastor would have stepped away or disappeared. Just a hit and you could see how close they were.

You made a point of befriending her, coming often after that initial meeting to her shop for gossip and advice. As time went on, you began to learn about Alastor’s normal. It was nice to have a mutual friend to discuss your worries and ideas with. 

“And oh! That video. Talk about hot under the collar!”, a petite laugh, “Did you see it?” Rosie waited for you to answer this time. When you shook your head no, she waved her hand, “For the best. The climax was totally unwatchable!”

You turned to Alastor, not sure what that meant, but he didn’t meet your gaze and instead slowly blinked out of sync at the bookshelves behind Rosie’s shoulder. 

“Did you know he’s not into all that?” She took a sip, “You better be patient with him ya got it?”

That question caught you off guard. Apparently for him too, Alastor coming back to life at the change of tone, “This isn’t really a tea topic, dear friend.”

Rosie hummed, “Where are my manners! I was just so relieved he didn’t up and leave for another seven years.” 

What’s a scowl shared between friends?

But shared between whatever you and Val were…?

Valentino’s wings unfurled revealing long fishnet covered legs. You watched as he swayed his hips side to side on his way to the bed. The same bed as before. You remembered the shape and purple comforter that you could see down your blindfold.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to already be undressed.” Where were his pants and button up? This was moving faster than you’d anticipated. 

He turned back to you as he plopped down onto the bed, “What I wear isn’t any of your business. Though, speaking of business.” He pointed to the corner, a part of the room you’d never seen before. A camera on a tripod stood there. “Turn it on.”

Your grimace was immediate. “You sure you wanna film this one?”

Impatient, he crossed his legs and leaned back on two hands, “Did you think you could just come in here, ask to fuck me and … what? It’d be all on your terms?”

Yes. 

You’d worn a dress expressly for ease, and slipped off your panties before going to the camera. For some reason you didn’t want that recorded. It seemed embarrassing. More so than what you were about to do.

Val’s turn to gawk, “You’re seriously not planning on staying dressed.”

“What I wear isn’t any of your business.” You opened the view screen and hit record.

His laugh was dark and deep, “Ooh, I forgot how feisty you were. Maybe this can be a recurring thing.”

Ignoring the comment, you tried to take in the details of the room, checking the walls and small bits of furniture. But you were immensely distracted by the moth demon, who had taken to spreading his legs open and running a hand down his barely contained bulge. Tiny, little, itty black thong, fishnets, nipple chain and… well, the hat. 

Two arms pulled you by the waist, hands gripping the flesh of your ass through the dress. 

“Why are you dressed like you’re off to teach Sunday school?” His hands slipped under the fabric and dug into your bare skin. He glanced at the camera and its small monitor to make sure he was in frame.

Your knees were brought to either side of his legs before he began to open his stance wider and wider. The action lowered your center more and more until your naked heat was resting on his package. Things were speeding up, he was moving you around so effortlessly. A problem, an absolute problem.

“Ya know I haven’t had a believable good girl to break in awhile.” His hips rose of the bed suddenly and made you bounce on his growing erection. Val groaned, a sound that made your skin crawl. 

In the reflection of his glasses you saw the white face of a marble clock on the wall behind you. 

“Could we—- can we do this lying down? Missionary? It’s been awhile and I’m feeling insecure.” The thought of the overpowering demon towering on top of you and pinning you down was… a tad terrifying. But you needed to see the clock, you couldn’t keep turning around. 

A brief thought, maybe just turning around on his lap and staying facing away from him would work, but then you remembered the camera. Didn’t need your now-rising dress to give the Vees anything exploitative to keep.

Not that everyone in all nine rings hadn’t already seen you spread open and screaming on camera.

“Actually maybe it’s okay, I can,” turn around? Your suggestion was cut short.

Val lifted you like a toy and flipped around. Your head hit the bed hard, brain jostling in your skull. One hand instinctively came to his chest to keep some distance. “No, I like this better.” A wide grin as he settled between your legs.

You leaned to the right to see the clock past his shoulder. Five minutes.

Why didn’t you wear a watch? Fuck.

He dropped his lower half onto you until his full weight was pressing his half hard cock into your stomach. Your breath tightened, running out of moveable space to expand your lungs and diaphragm.

“I wanna see you squirm.” Pink smoke was blown directly into your face, catching you off guard. But, where was the cigarette? You didn’t see it…

Your muscles went loose, the stress of the moment washing away. Both of your hands came to the center of your chest and pressed down. Security. Readiness.

Four minutes.

Alastor didn’t like you having a phone but he didn’t stop you from owning one. You had assumed you’d be on the set where you knew there would be some way to keep track of the time. Or else you’d have just worn a dress with pockets to carry a cellphone. Maybe set a timer.

You weren’t sure about Alastor’s disdain for tech until you witnessed it yourself. That square headed stalker flitting from screen to screen, riding the wires and the radio waves. He had warned you about the Vees, about Vox in particular. He didn’t have much to say about Velvette, and somehow that was better than the nothing he had to say about Valentino. 

As Val’s tongue slid up your neck, you thought about Angel. A confidant. You wished he had asked Alastor to kill Val, as a thank you for his efforts in reuniting you two. And, now that you remembered, uniting you at all. 

Instead he asked for a bigger room. Large enough for two to comfortably cohabitate.

Alastor maybe couldn’t kill Val, but he could try. When you brought it up with him he was upset. He didn’t like his name being spoken at all unless absolutely necessary 

An inadvertent moan you didn’t realize came from you until Valentino chuckled at the sound.

“Feeling it?” He cooed. You weren’t sure which it he meant. This wasn’t going quite to plan. 

Three minutes.

So much could happen in three minutes. Too much. He slid down his underwear, sitting up and letting you see him in his full glory.

Why did he have to be such a bad man?

Many men who carried big sticks were unkind. Between their legs or between their fingers. 

Alastor was an exception to the rule. 

Things did calm down for Alastor after you returned, eventually. Alastor’s desperate need was soothed with you in hell again. His appetite dying. But he hungered in new ways. Ways you hadn’t anticipated to fill your cup so full. Long and intense kisses where his hands dragged down your body and he sighed into your cheeks. You were often pulled into his side and under his arm when sharing the sofa. Soft pets to your hair as you fell asleep. 

And when you felt the need, and if he wasn’t feeling up to it, he’d lie beside you and whisper into your ear. Talking soft and low about all the ways you stole his heart and mind while his hand pumped those long fingers in and out of your own needy pussy. He’d grin into the nape of your neck when you were incapable of keeping your voice down any longer. A feeling you’d come to need. 

You didn’t need a cock to be full. And by the look of Val’s twitching monster, you’d be broken before he bottomed out.

His thumbs pulled apart your bottom lips, “Ready to spread you open so wide you won’t even feel that lanky fuck in you.” 

His third and fourth hands pushed your thighs open and back, hands you could swear felt familiar. Alastor? Or before him?

You struggled to regain focus, your fingers feeling at your bra.

Two minutes.

Legs suddenly too weak to resist, or perhaps Val too strong. Or, a third option, you weren’t trying so hard. Behind his fingers was left a burn on your skin.

“Closer.” Your lips were tingling, it felt good.

“I need you closer.”

His wide chest grew prideful, “Oh? If you’re looking for love you’re in the wrong bed, princesa.”

“No love. Chest. I can’t reach your chest.” You struggled to sit up, but managed to grab the chain connecting his pierced nipples before falling back into the bed.

A screech, a squeak, “Fuck! Watch how you handle that.” His voice rose several octaves. God, you hated him. 

You gripped the chain tightly, the feeling keeping you a little grounded. “Oops.” A whirlpool was behind your eyes, all five senses mingling and amplifying. This was dangerous. He hadn’t used this aphrodisiac on you before…maybe he had liked how much you thrashed when he tied you up and mocked you.  

His length ran up your core and you jumped. He was so hot. So…. Firm.

No. Too close.

One minute.

You had told Alastor you wouldn’t let it go too far. He said he’d not stop you, because you had said you needed to do it. But you could see the conflict behind his own gaze. What would he do if you returned smelling of Val? Dripping of him? 

Almost. Just a few more seconds. His body rolled into you, rocking you with the motion. Every passing had his cock from slit to balls sliding between your wildly wet folds. 

Timing was key for your safety. Though Alastor had made it clear you could always just bail and wait for his call.

The more Val rubbed and pressed against you you felt your mind melt a little more. Surely it would slip down your spine at this rate. 

A brief worry in the pleasurable fog, what if later on you remembered the pleasure and felt guilty? Guilty to Alastor but most importantly to yourself, for gasping and sighing under the abusive trash that dragged you to hell to begin with.

And what if you didn’t? 

Which was worse?

Which would be easier to live with?

He prodded your inner thigh. He was getting closer and closer to actually entering you.

30 seconds.

“Do you remember my promise?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His head was hung as he stared between your bodies. He didn’t see you reach between your breasts into your bra and pull out the Carmine angelic dagger Husk had recommended to Alastor. You hadn’t been quiet about your plans.

“Odd, it’s on recording. Maybe you didn’t realize I was talking to you.” As you moved the dagger from your right side to bury it into Valentino’s chest you remembered the man in the woods. The young man at work. Angel. Here you were again. But if this ended the same as the woods, where would you go? Would Alastor be able to reach you?

“My promise to fucking kill you.”

Valentino keeled back, hand raised to slash your throat out when a green light momentarily blinded him. The sound of chains filled the room as you disappeared into nothingness underneath him. He was left slashing at his own duvet while he tried to slow the bleeding.

Alastor caught you as you fell from the portal he summoned you with. Two feet barely touching the floor as he set you in the reading chair in front of his fireplace.

He nodded at the drops of blood staining your cornflower yellow dress, “Was it a success?”

Your body slipped down the chair, dress getting caught in the friction and riding up. He leaned over and tugged it back down to hide your exposed sex.  You were too far gone to feel deja vu.

“No, I think he’s alive. He drugged me with that smoke.” Your legs were spread wide, trying to keep your weight from slipping off the chair. “I was too weak.”

Alastor sat in the chair opposite and took in the scene. Hair messy, legs open, face flush. Bloodied and breathless.

Pride ran a shiver up his spine. His doe’s second murder attempt. While he has despised the idea he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love the initiative. 

“Hey, I know you said you wouldn’t ask.” You crossed your legs at the ankle, which did nothing to stop the way the air that was rising up your dress and cooling your core. “But I didn’t fuck him.”

Alastor shrugged, “As they say, all is fair in love and war. I would understand if you did for the sake of killing him. What’s a little sex if it helps murder?”

Your hand slipped down your chest, a ghostly trail in its wake like your touch had an echo. “What a terrible way to confess you love me.”

A choked cough from the radio demon.

Your eyes slipped close. Relaxed. “I feel good.”

He hummed.

“Not from the stabbing, from the stuff in his smoke. My body is thrumming. Is my heart pounding?” You tried to stand but ended up on your knees, cheek coming to rest on his inner leg. As he leaned forward to let his hand enter your dress and rest above your heart, his face got close to yours.

“It’s frantic.” A low whisper into the shell of your ear. Pulling back he paused at your face to lick an errant drop of blood. “You reek of him.”

“He did lick me a couple times.” You watched Alastor sneer, “And he was naked, like, immediately. Oh! Oh fuck,” your head popped up with a renewed clarity, “He recorded it.”

Alastor stilled, he wasn’t thinking about the recording aspect. He was thinking on your heart, on how flushed your skin was, the sweat dripping down your neck. On the thought of Val’s tongue over your skin. “The medicine— or drug you were exposed to,” a deep breath in, “What does it feel like?”

A topic change you hadn’t expected, your body slouched into his leg, arm over his thigh for support. His eyes on your face as they always were when you were in the room. 

“Like my body is… illuminescent. Every time my clothes or something touches me, my skin lights up and my brain gets so quiet.” His palm stayed on your heart. 

“Hmm,” His hands slipped under your arm, lifting you up. Your feet were entirely off the ground now as he carried you like a dirty cat on its way to the bath. Gently, you were set onto the bed. A lovely juxtaposition.

“Every time I touch where he did, tell me.” Alastor kneeled beside you, deft fingers unbuttoning your dress. A sharp claw popped under the center of your bra and sliced through the fabric.

Your body was humming again, Val’s powerful aphrodisiac lifting up from your senses like dust under heavy footsteps. 

Goosebumps formed up your arms as the back of his fingers traced along the outside of your forearm. As he curved up your shoulder and reached your neck you breathed out a low, “There.”

You watched him lean down, warm lips kissing at your skin. A series of kisses as soft and needy as the ones he often placed on your own mouth. A shudder turned nearly violent as his hot tongue ran up your neck to your jaw.

His nose slid up your cheek, “There.” Kisses to your face, across your nose and to the other side.

He pulled back, eyes lusty and heavy lidded. He didn’t say anything, but his grim smile asked you something. You nodded, running your hands down your chest and to your thighs.

A growl you hadn’t heard in so long rumbled in his chest. He rolled you onto your stomach and pulled the dress off entirely, nails raking along your spine until they dimpled the soft fat of your ass.

“There.”

Alastor straddled you at the back of your knees. You wanted to squirm but your muscles had gone weak again. He nipped at the mounds of flesh, massaging and squeezing after every particularly sharp bite. What little part of your brain could form coherent thoughts was trying to piece together an alarm— his face was so close to your still soaking wet entrance. 

Images bubbled up where words were failing. Val’s large cock head smearing precum up your slit.

His hands roamed down your legs and feet before turning you back to face him. When you could finally see his expression again, you were surprised to see a look he hadn’t given in so long.

Needy. Desperation screamed through knitted brows, hazy eyes, and a weak smile threatening to fall flat.

As his hands slid down your stomach and reached the junction of your thighs, you started to register the little moans you were making.

But it was getting harder to hear past the radio static and pounding heartbeat in your ears.

Soft fingers traveled between your closed thighs, you hesitated before offering what you thought was a quiet, “There.”

You couldn’t hear yourself think let alone speak as the sounds both in and outside your body grew louder with every signal he’d found a new spot to cover up.

His knees pushed open your left thigh, then your right. Lowering himself, he hitched your knees and lied flat on his stomach. A bite to your inner thigh, nearly the back. A suck, sharp and strong, that ended with a pop as he released.

Nose inching closer and closer to your core, Alastor could see your hole clenching. A dribble of the evidence of your arousal being forced out and down the cleft of your ass.

You heard and felt his breathing quicken, when a finger slid down your folds you couldn’t stop the raise of your hips.

“There.”

The lights went out with a pop. Shaky breaths as his tongue swiped from entrance to clit. Lick after lick to your center like he was trying to make you clean again. Another moan you were only sure was yours cut through the now biting static that filled the air around you.

Your mind tried to piece together a sentence, “Crazy stuff… it had me so horny”, your hands ran up your chest without thinking, “I was almost hoping Val would put it in before time was gone.”

The static cut. Not even the sound of the fireplace or the crickets in the swamp portaled into his room were present anymore. 

“Isn’t that insane? Have you ever heard of such a drug?” Your eyes had closed, feeling his breath wafting down your saliva coated lips. “Alastor?”

He was being honest when he said he’d not hold it against you. But he hadn’t even considered a situation where you wanted more to happen. Than had been discussed. The very idea of Valentino mixing with you brought bile to his throat.

The drug was to blame and he could understand that, as a man. But as an overlord, as something more akin to animal in some aspects, he had the clawing urge to reclaim you. To write over even the thought of wanting to feel Valentino.

“My darling little doe, I think you need a reminder of just how much of you I possess. And the parts of me you own in turn.” 

You looked down to see glowing eyes from between your legs, his fingers snapped and while you couldn’t see what was happening past the light of his eyes, you could hear the VHS player click and then a small, “Aunt Sara….” whispered in a familiar voice.  

“I don’t understand what’s happened….”

It took a moment to register it was your own voice you were hearing from the darkness. 

“Aunt Sara isn’t here.” 

Alastor’s acting debut crowing from the old TV beside his bayou door. His eyes shifted with a blink from glowing red to black, just sharp dials visible in the shadow of his face.

“She’s made an exchange, she gets extraordinary power….and I get your soul.”

The prongs of a buck ready to clash over his territory creaked past your open thighs.

“But I want more than that. I need more than that.”

˖ ݁𖥔.Summoning the Horny Little Deer Cult.𖥔 ݁ ˖

@cxrsedwxrlds , @nonetheartist , @tsunaki , @janchei , @moonmark98 , @hoebihoeshi , @pansexual-opera-house , @polytheatrix , @lorddiabigmommymilkers , @backinthefkingbuildingagain , @harley2223-blog , @poinappel , @midnightnoiserose , @spookieroz , @missmidorima a , @ivebeenthearchersstuff , @downbadforfictionalppl , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @sleepylittledemon n , @aether-th3-enby , @dontfuckbutimfab , @breathlessaura , @aperfectidiot , @certainlygay , @jth12 , @star-kujo-platinum @ivebeenthearchersstuff , @rubyninja1 , @simphornies

, @readergirlstuff , @berry-demon , @chirimeimei , @fairyv-ice , @olive-frog , @thonethatflies620 , @tiredkiwiii , @ilikemyteawithmilk , @whateverlololo , @psipies , @howabouticallyou , @roxxie-wolf , , @fizzled-phoenix , @phobophobular , @mariaclarade-la-cruz1 , @whateverlololo , @roxxie-wolf , @a-case-of-attachment , @multifandomfanatic02 @watereddownmilk , @bontensbabygirl

[sugoi-writes]

HELLO!!! I saw the smut ask game u rb'd and also would stab numerous people for your writing so. i figured i could send in a letter or two if u were willing >.<

but first,,, do u have a list of hellaverse ships u ship so i can know what to request? pls and thank you for ur time 🙏

Oh!!! Hello, dear friend! ❤️ No worries, you're not a bother at all! My ask box is barren, and it is open anytime ❤️

I ship most anything, within reason, honestly! Here's a few I like off the top of my head, and some reasons why:

Chaggie- Sweet, sweet lesbians, like my wife and I. Need i say more???

Huskerdust- Th-The dynamic??? The way that Husk just-- LETS Angel know to be himself, his REAL self??? The way they look at each other? The way they show consent while dancing??? I have SO many feelings-- THEY. ARE. PRECIOUS. They are my Endgame

RadioApple- SO MUCH ANGSTY POTENTIAL! But also... so, so, sexy. Angry, bickering old men, who both love Charlie and one upping each other. Like water and oil. They don't mix well, but when they do... MAN. HOT. (Lillith and Luci are obviously still awesome to me)

AdamsApple- I've seen IRRATIONALLY hot art for this ship. 10/10, would ship again. Sue me.

LuteXAdam- WOULD be endgame if Adam didn't die. NEXT--

One-sided RadioStatic- MORE ANGST. But also, I just love the idea of Vox being a scorned ex/lover, who is helplessly obsessed with his ex. I also love the idea of Alastor using this to his advantage, and getting a thrill out of driving his ex CRAZY. Can ALSO be steamy. Serious hate-fuck vibes. Vibes I can't deny are dangerously hot.

Radiodust(?)- I'm cool with it! I don't see it ever becoming a thing, and I think Huskerdust has so much more chemistry, but I see the appeal! If only for opposites attract!

Charlastor- I SEE THE VISION... But also love Chaggie so much. Ugh. There is serious room for chemistry though.

RadioRose- LISTEN-- I see this more through a queer-platonic lense: BUT THESE. TWO. ROT. MY TEETH. They could be so adorable!!! They compliment each other! loads of chemistry and similarities!!! This is one of the fluffiest of ships I enjoy, just for the sake of something sweet! Same goes for MimzyXAlastor! But mostly due to the art of @bananadramaaa (seriously, go check out that art, THE WAY THAT MIMZY AND ALASTOR LOOK? UGH 😫💦)

For Helluva Boss...

M&Ms- BOOM. DONE. LOVE THE DYNAMIC. Reminds me a lot of my wife and I. I related to Milly SO much in the episode where they lead a sting operation together. UGH. SO CUTE--

Stolitz- Why, of course. Now, they definitely need to sort through some shit-- YES. but I love them. I hope we see a rekindling in the next season, or I will simply DIE

Luna, Vortex, Bee Throuple- I mean, goth girl, scene girl, and punk/metal head? Yep. I'd smash that like button.

Verosika and Barbie Wire- YOU CANT TELL ME THERE WASNT SOME SHENANIGANS HERE-- EVEN REVENGE FUCKING--

OzzyXFizz- ALSO remind me so much of me and my wife. The way they fold for each other??? Honestly, the most developed, wholesome, non-toxic ship in the Hellaverse, imo. I love them. LOVE THEM.

OctaviaXLuna- Platonic buddies! I don't like the age difference, but could see them being the best of buds. They would have the best time at the Hellaverse's HotTopic.

StrikerXBlitzo- Closest thing I think to a problematic ship... had Striker been more persuasive, or Blitzo less in love with Stolas... I could see these two horn dogs working out. If exclusively for a friends-with-benefits situation.

So yeaaaaah... honestly, most anything goes! As long as it's not straight up incest, I can see the vision. Write/ask away, dear sweet Anon! 👈😎👈