#Human!Vox x y/n

[redfoxwritesstuff]

AN: Yes, Vexi, I'm issuing challenges- I challenge you to stop licking airport doorknobs so you don't get plague the month of smutmas next year.

Summary: You couldn't stand one patient that always showed up for his annual Physical right on time every year. He was arrogant, cocky and well aware of how handsome he was. Luckily for you, the feeling wasn't mutual.

CW: Smut, dubcon due to nurse x patient power dynamics, unprotected sex, semi public closet sex

Vincent Voxly. 

The name glared up at you from the chart in your hands. He was ever so reliable, attending the clinic for his annual wellness exam on the same day, every year. A man like Vox was reliable in every way, and this was no different. Otherwise, you nearly never saw the man. 

He rarely got sick and even then, it was even less often that he got sick enough to visit the clinic. There were very few things you were thankful for in your job. The sexism and roaming hands of the patients, the disrespect from the doctors, and so many other things did much to steal the joy of seeing lives saved and babies born. 

You knew this appointment was coming every single year. You dreaded it. There was nothing you could do to get the day off. You begged and bartered in a desperate attempt to have the day off work, as you did every year. 

None would take pity on you. The doctors all thought your hate for the man was misplaced. It didn’t help that you were and are a professional. There shouldn’t be a personal distaste for a patient. They were just patients, that’s all. 

Your duty was to care for them. That was all. You didn’t have to like them, to like him, but you did have to get his vitals. 

You told yourself that again and again in the weeks ahead of the appointment. It didn’t matter if you liked the arrogant marketing executive. What mattered was that you got his height, weight, and blood pressure. That was all that mattered. 

So why did you hesitate just inside the doors leading out to the lobby, his chart in hand when it was time to call him back? 

Fucking Voxley. You could see him through the small window on the door, standing at the reception counter. There was no reason for him to be standing there, distracting the front desk girls from their job, but he was. His rich, arrogant laugh carried easily as the girls sitting at the desk all but swooned over his every word. 

Disgusting. 

One deep breath in. You held it and counted down from four, letting the breath out in a slow and steady stream of air. 

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ve got this.” 

“It’s just another patient,” Dr. Jones said, shaking his head as he walked down the hall. He would never understand, none of the doctors would. 

Squaring your shoulders, you straightened your neck and back, holding yourself tall and strong. You waited one more heartbeat before stepping forward and pushing through the doors. 

“Voxley?” You made a show of looking around the waiting room, as if you didn’t know who your patient was or exactly where he was. “Vincent Voxley?” 

“Aw, Dollface.” Voxley sauntered up to you, as he did every year. “After all these years, I think you know who I am by now.” 

“Follow me.” You turned on your heel and led him into the clinical area. “We’re going to get your height and weight right over here.” 

“Same song and dance,” Voxley said, leaning over your shoulder to talk into your ear, making himself at home in your personal space. “We do this every year, Doll. You can just call me Vox. Don’t you think we’e known eachother long enough by now?”

“Vox, then.” You agreed simply to shut him up. “Empty your pockets here, jacket off, shoes off.” 

“Yep, yeah.” Vox smiled as he slipped his blazer down his arms, taking his little victory as a far larger win than you thought it was. He had been trying for the last three years to get you to call him Vox, the name he used for his performances. It was a name he had picked for himself, though a variation of his surname. 

He was a man who made himself who he was. He was not just his father’s son. He was a man of his own. He was also a man who knew what he wanted. 

You rattled off his height, unchanged from the year before. With a twisted smile, you pointed out the weight he had gained in the last twelve months. 

“It’s muscle,” Vox promised.

“I’m sure,” you smiled sweetly at him. “That’s what every man says.” 

“I’ll show you.” Vox tugged his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants. 

“Sir, this is neither the time nor the place to begin disrobing.” It was a struggle to keep your voice cold and calm. He would not get to you. You were determined that he wouldn’t get to you. 

“Follow me.” The order was issued clear and crisp. Cold, just like everything else you offered Vox. 

“What is your problem with me?” Vox asked as he walked right on your heels to the exam room. 

“Wait here,” you avoided looking at him as he walked into the room. “The doctor will be in shortly. Unfortunately, he is running a bit behind but we’ll certainly try not to keep you waiting for too long.” 

You only relaxed when the door shut behind you. Your part of the visit was done, at least for the time being. Now it was all in Dr. Jones’ hands. You’d at best have to pop into the room a few times to remind Vox that the doctor was running behind and then see him out of the clinic. It was easy. You could do this. 

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the exam room door fail to latch shut as you stepped away. 

Vox watched, eyes cold and calculating as you looked through the supply cart. 

You worked steadily, with a single-minded determination that Vox admired. He had watched you work, year after year, when other nurses came and went. You didn’t like him, though he hadn’t the faintest idea why. He tried to make nice; he tried to make you feel pretty- something you naturally were but seemed disgustingly unaware of. Hell, he had even brought you trinkets and gifts. Nothing softened you to him. 

Today, he broke down and asked you flat out what your issue was when you had the nerve to insinuate he was getting fat. You brushed off the question, not bothering to even dignify him with an answer.

Before he left this clinic, he would have an answer. 

You stepped into the supply closet, pushing your little cart in front of you. Vox was hot on your heels, moving swiftly through the hall. He hadn’t replaced his shoes, not bothering when he’d have to take them off again, anyway. His sock clad feet moved silently through the halls. 

You didn’t think twice when there was a delay in the supply closet door closing behind you. It wasn’t uncommon for two or more nurses to be restocking their carts at any given time. 

It was the sound of the lock clicking that had you turning your head. The door was never locked during business hours. 

Vox stood between you and the locked door, dim closet lights somehow not doing a damn thing to dim the handsome features of his face. The light reflected off his dark hair. The warm light of the bulb struggled, trying to steal the blue tinted shine from the hair and yet somehow not managing. It was such a unique tone of black, one the cameras never seemed to get just right when he was on air. 

“What are you doing in here?” your voice was tight, high. 

“I asked you a question.” Vox stepped closer, driving you back deeper into the closet. “You didn’t answer me.” 

“I’m sorry?” You looked anywhere but at him. “Any questions you have would be a better fit for the doctor. Please, return to the exam room and wait for Dr. Jones.” 

“Dr. Jones won’t be able to tell me what the fuck your problem is with me.” Vox stepped closer. The cart clattered as it hit the back wall. “I’ve tried.” 

“I don’t have a problem with you,” you tried to lie. 

“Yes, you do. Don’t lie to me, Dollface.” The distance between you and Vox as he loomed closer and closer. “Why?” 

“Fine,” you snapped, slamming a pack of bandages down on the cart. “I think you’re arrogant.”

“I’m confident,” Vox challenged. 

“I think you need to be knocked down a peg. Rich men like you get everything handed to you, you take everything.” You ranted, voice growing harder though, not louder. What you were saying would surely get you fired if it left the closet. 

“I’ve worked damn hard for what I’ve got,” Vox was now close enough that you could reach out and touch him.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson,” you challenged.

“You think so, dollface?” Vox scoffed, body now so close you could smell his cologne. The heat from him radiated out, warming the cool clinic air around him. 

“Yeah, I do.” You looked everywhere but at him. 

“Look at me.” It was his turn to issue orders. You hesitated only to have Vox grab your chin in his fingers and force you to face him. “Do you feel better, telling me what you think?” 

He didn’t sound angry. He didn’t sound like he was going to get you fired. 

“A little,” you admitted, struggling to look away from his bright blue eyes. 

“Good,” Vox whispered, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. 

Lightning ran down your spine, putting every nerve on high alert. You wanted to pull away, but with the cart behind you, there was only so much space between you and him. He wasn’t supposed to kiss you, not after everything you had just said to him.

“I hate you,” you whispered as your heart pounded in your chest. 

“Love and hate walk a thin line,” Vox murmured, hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer. “Lust lives between them.” 

“You’re so fucking arrogant,” you whispered, only to watch his smile grow. 

“Indeed, I am,” Vox said. “But I think part of you likes that. That’s why you still work here. That’s why you don’t plan early enough to not be here every single year to see me. We’ve been doing this song and dance for years, Doll. I think it’s time I thought you a lesson on what you’ve been missing out on, pushing me away all these years.” 

“You make it sound like you think I want you,” you scoffed as he pulled your body to his. 

“You do,” Vox laughed, “Shh, it’s okay. I want you too.” 

“You’re an asshole,” you whispered as your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch. There was no memory of it happening, but your hands were resting against Vox’s chest. Strong muscles flexed under the soft cotton of his shirt as he pulled you closer. 

“I am,” Vox said instead of denying it. “I’m going to teach you how much you like that about me.” 

Vox stepped away, turning your body to face the cart. Large hands ran down your sides, reaching around to run up your front. He eagerly explored your body, ignoring the half-hearted protests as he pressed his front against your back.

“This is not appropriate,” you hissed as Vox grabbed a handful of your breast through your uniform, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Each gasping breath ran into your chest, expanding it under Vox’s hand. 

“Neither is how you’ve been treating me.” Vox’s voice was hot in your ear, hand running down your side. 

Fingers gripped your hip as he pushed his pelvis into you, forcing you to be aware of the hardness he suffered from. You gasped, a sound so pretty to his ears as he ground his clothed cock against your ass. Each beat of his heart had him throbbing in his pants. 

Fingers moved down your thigh, flexing and bunching the fabric of your uniform, dragging the hem higher and higher. As he worked, his lips placed soft kisses against the back of your neck as he kneaded your breast. 

Before you could gain any semblance of sanity again, his neatly trimmed nails scratched your stocking covered thigh. No longer did the skirt of your nursing dress cover the skin of your thighs. 

“Vox?” You questioned as his fingers spread, palm running higher along your thighs. Long fingers wrapping around your inner thigh. Soft pressure pulled your thighs apart as he pressed his chest into your back, urging you to lean forward. 

“You’re so pretty.” His breath was hot in your ear, palm finding bare skin where the stocking ended high on your thighs. “So kind.” 

Hot fire pooled in your stomach as his hand moved out, running along the gentle curve of your hip as he pushed the skirt of your dress higher and higher, not stopping till it rested on your lower back. 

“Stay just like that for me, won’t you?” 

You didn’t want to listen. This was not some office he owned. It wasn’t a place where he called the shots. He needed to be taught a lesson, taught that he wasn’t in charge here. 

Yet, as the warmth of him left you, your pantie clad ass exposed, body bent slightly over the supply cart, you did as he said. Over your shoulder, your eyes met his. The intensity of the eye contact stole your breath as his belt clattered, hanging limply from his pants. He worked the button free as your breath locked in your lungs. 

The weight of the metal and leather pulled each side of his fly apart as he worked the zipper down. You expected boxers. Underwear. Something. Anything.

More and more skin revealed itself. Vox wore nothing under his pants. You realized that at the same moment, the weight of what you were about to let happen settled in. 

“Vox?” You leaned back, turning your shoulders and twisting your spine to look at him, only to watch as he pulled his cock from his pants, freeing it from the tent he had created. “We shouldn’t-” 

Vox leaned forward, kissing you as he pumped his cock with his fist, ensuring he was hard and ready. Once he was sure he was ready, he returned his attention to you. The weight of his cock rested against your ass as his hand caressed your round cheeks. 

You gasped into the kiss at the firm squeeze of his hand. That was all the opening he needed to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. The sensual kiss, combined with the forbidden nature of what you were doing, stole the breath from your lungs and made your head spin.

The elastic waistband of your simple, modest panties rolled into the fabric as he worked them down your body. Slick smeared against your thighs as he pulled the wet fabric from where your body had glued it to your folds. 

“You’re so wet,” Vox whispered, letting your panties drop around your ankles. He cupped your folds from behind, hand pressuring you to spread your legs wider for him. It didn’t take much urging at all. 

Your hips rocked as you lifted a foot, stepping outside the ring of your underwear to give him better access. 

“We need to stop this,” you whispered as his fingertips ran over your clit, pleasure blooming with each pass. “This is wrong.” 

“It’s fun to do what’s wrong,” Vox answered, the tip of his burning cock replacing his fingers as he ran it through your folds. “That’s your lesson.”

Your protest died on your lips as he nudged your clit again and again, coating himself in your slick. Your breath came out in soft gasps as he nudged you with each thrust through your folds. The head of his cock caught on your opening, teasing it more and more with each pass. 

“Please, Vox,” you whispered, “I need you.” 

“Yes,” he teased, pressing the head of his cock into your opening, hardly enough to spread over the very tip of his head. “You do need me. Of course you do.” 

“Arrogant asshole,” you moaned the insult as he sank into you. 

Your walls twitched and fluttered, adjusting to the intrusion as he filled you. It felt like he would push forward forever, his length and girth spreading you to your limits when he finally bottomed out. 

He didn’t give you much time at all to adjust to his size. As soon as his hips settled against your ass, he was pulling back. You moaned at the friction, needing the feel if him deep inside you more with each slow thrust. He claimed your body slowly, easily, as you offered no resistance. 

He gripped your hip, blunt nails digging into your skin as his other hand ran up your front. One after one, he worked the buttons at the front of your crisp white dress free, pulling the modest collar open to be anything but. 

He didn’t stop when he could wrap his hand around your throat, though he took a moment to indulge in the feeling. Your body tensed as he flexed his fingers around your neck, gripping his cock. For a moment, he thrust through the tense walls before removing his hand, letting your body relax around him as you gasped for air he hadn’t restricted you from. 

He worked at your dress until he had your bra exposed. That wasn’t enough for him. Your bra was thin, just enough to offer coverage, but he still wanted more. He pushed the band up, only to find it too tight around your ribs. When that failed, he pulled the cups down, folding them under the curve of your breasts. 

Cold clinic air bit at the exposed skin, pebbling your nipples. Vox eagerly indulged in rolling the bud between his fingers, making your body shudder. Moans stuck in your throat, swallowed down by the need to be quiet. 

He pulled your chest down by the nipple, a sharp sensation that had you wanting to cry out and protest. There wasn’t a chance too, as his cock worked harder through your walls. The cart clattered as he pinned you against it with his hips, again and again. 

His pants sank lower around his hips, balls swinging freely to slap your clit with each thrust. No longer could you swallow your moans. They poured from your throat in a stream of hot pleas for more and mercy at the same time. 

“Vox,” you moaned his name, only to have his pace turn harder.

He folded over you, groping around the cart as he sought something, though you couldn’t be bothered to look or ask what. His cock felt so good, reaching parts inside you that had long been neglected. Each thrust into you stroked the fires of pleasure, winding your body tighter around him.

The sharp slapping of his balls against your clit added a bright spart of pleasure, adding more to the fire already burning inside you. Each pinch of his fingers around your nipple added more. 

“Close,” you whimpered, listening to the sound of your bodies coming together again and again, unable to do anything to lesson it. You would be caught, surely. This would be how you would be fired, getting fucked by a patient in the supply closet. 

“Open your mouth,” Vox whispered in your ear. 

“What do-” He stopped your words, shoving a roll of cotton gauze into your mouth, muffling your cries. 

“Good girl,” Vox praised, hand returning to your breast. 

The pace turned harder. The cart clattered loudly as he used it for leverage, folding himself over it. He gripped the handle, pulling the cart to him with each hard thrust. You clung to the cart, unable to even think enough to pull the gauze from your mouth. Each moan was heavy, thick, and muffled. The sounds were for Vox’s ears only. 

“mmuffh.” You couldn’t speak around the fabric, quickly wicking away your saliva. 

“That’s right,” Vox was on a roll now, reveling in every twitch of your walls around his cock. He had your body wound tight, right on the edge as you submitted to him. It took years for him to get here but fuck, he you felt so good wrapped around his cock, clinging to him. 

The sight of your nurse’s uniform, the one that plagued his thoughts for weeks after each appointment, ruffled and pushed up around your waist, was better than he had ever imagined. Your sweet body swallowed his cock again and again in a beautiful show. 

“So fucking pretty like this.” Your walls clamped down, harsh twitches telling him you liked his cocky voice far more than you had ever let on. “Learning your lesson?” 

You moaned, so very close to coming apart at the seams. Vox’s eyes left you for a moment, taking in the shelves of supplies. He had expected to fuck you on the exam table, but damn, the supply closet was just as hot. 

“Going to cum on my cock?” Vox teased, tweaking your nipple harshly as he shifted the angle of his hips, ensuring each slap of his balls hit your clit full on. It took only a handful more thrusts to have your back arching, breast pressed into his hand as you cried out. 

The contractions of your walls around his cock had him moaning, eager for his own finish. He drank up the music of the high-pitched whine, filtered through the gauze in your mouth as your body squelched with his thrusts. Tears ran from wide eyes as he fucked into you again and again, riding the waves of your orgasm to his own completion. 

“Fuck, fuck, Doll.” Vox babbled a string of pet names and praise as his cock exploded inside you, hot ropes of white shooting up into your core. He thrust harshly into your body. Each time his hips met yours, he ground against you with a moan. Only when his cock softened did his shuddering thrusts slow to a stop. 

You lay, breasts pressed against the cold steel of the supply cart as you gasped, struggling to pull enough air into your lungs through your nose. Vox pulled back from you, admiring the way his seed poured from your pink cunt in a white river, gathering, trickling down your thighs. 

“How do you feel, doll?” Vox asked as he straightened his pants, tucking his shirt back in before fastening his belt. 

You mumbled, body shaking as you lay otherwise unmoving. 

“Here, let me help you.” Vox lifted your foot, removing your panties from the floor. He shoved them into his pocket before straightening. Chuckling, he pulled the gauze from your mouth, watching as you weakly gasped for breath. “That good, huh?” 

You moaned, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you couldn’t feel anything below your knees or that your fingers tingled. 

“Good, good.” Vox tugged your skirt down, though part of him was disappointed to cover the sight of his seed planted in your cunt. He couldn’t leave you like this, though. Once you were gathered in his arms, he worked your bra back over your breasts. You shook in the aftershocks of your orgasm as he buttoned your dress.

“Did you learn your lesson?” Vox asked as the trembling subsided. 

“What lesson?” Your show of defiance had no power over him, no fire in it as you both knew what was leaking from your core. 

“That you belong with me,” Vox teased. “That instead of fighting me, you should let me take you out to dinner, now that you know how good I can fuck.”

“You don’t fuck that well” 

“Sure thing, Dollface.” Vox laughed as he backed toward the closet door, shaking his head as he slipped out into the hall. 

You stood, legs shaking a little at the knees still, only just now starting to look for your discarded panties. Mortification set in as you realized they were nowhere to be found. 

“I hate him,” you whimpered the decree as his seed ran down your thigh, bubbling out of your abused opening. You said you hated him, but your body craved the way he filled you, even as you straightened your dress and threw away the gauze that had functioned as a gag. 

You hated him but… maybe you didn’t. 

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[jazzmasternot]

I feel bad for my future husband bc I just know ima be making him dress up as Alastor in bed. Ima be like

“cmon babe put on the red wig and pinstripe suit”

“Yes honey 😔”

[redvexillum]

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⋆˙⟡ — DAY 01. Cooking Together (Alastor x Reader)

In which you finally agreed to accept Alastor's invitation and cook his favourite dish together.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 02. Fuck Machine (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox decides to introduce a new toy for you to use for his viewing pleasures.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 03. Sensory Deprivation (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor's shadows ensnare and overwhelms you in a wicked game of dominance, leaving you breathless and craving for more.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 04. Sharing Secrets (Charlie x Vaggie)

Vaggie stands by Charlie's side, offering comfort and hope, all while hiding a secret that could change everything between them.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 05. Dubious Consent (Valentino x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI In a desperate bid for love, you give everything to Val - your body, your heart and...Your soul.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 06. Anniversary (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI As desire and vulnerability intertwine, you realize your connection is far more than fleeting lust. With confessions of love, you embrace a deeper bond, choosing Vox again and again.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 07. Confession (Alastor x Reader)

Alastor reveals his feelings the only way he knows how - radio broadcasting.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 08. Massages (Alastor x Reader)

You had a terrible headache, but luckily Alastor knew what to do to help ease away your pain.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 09. Cockwarming (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You didn't mean to displease Alastor, and now you were going to make it up to him by being his good little cockwarmer!

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 10. Fuck or Die (Lucifer x Lucifer)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Lucifer accidentally cloned himself by messing around with his new contraption. The clone took half his soul and was killing both of them. The only way to fix this? They need to fuck.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 11. Ritual (Alastor x Reader)

You and Alastor had a ritual when you fall apart into pieces. He will always pick you up and put you back together, no matter how many times it takes, no matter how long it takes.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 12. Voxflix n' Chill (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox wanted to flip the script on you and let you take the charge. You, incredibly coded to be a submissive, tried your best. Besides, how hard could it be to take the lead in the bedroom?

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 13. Threesome (Alastor x Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI What shall Alastor and Vox do to you so you learn your lesson from being an insolent brat? Well, the answer may involve a joint effort from the both of them.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 14. Foursome (Alastor x Vox x Lucifer x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer wanted you to choose between them. Vox decided to make it a little competition between them. May the best dick win.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 15. On Camera (Adam x Valentino)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Valentino loved the human design, but after so many years of dodgy sequels and remakes, he wants the original - the original man. Or in other words, Adam is down for anything as long as Valentino agrees to call him the Dick Master.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 16. Blackmail (Valentino x Tom Trench)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Tom Trench. He is a somebody.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 17. Oblivious Love (Alastor x Reader)

Heart palpitations after death? How curious. In which Alastor doesn't realize his own feelings until it's too late.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 18. Sex Toys (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox started to treat sex as part of his "to-do list." Unimpressed, you boo-ed him mid-fuck.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 19. Shower Sex (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor has rescued you from the Vees, but you didn't smell like him. Well, this won't do. This won't do at all.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 20. Branding (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor knew that you were a taken woman, and yet...yet, he wanted a mark of your love to him, so he hands you the knife.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 21. Infidelity (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You know what you are doing is wrong - and yet, you continue to welcome Alastor into your arms while your husband remains blissfully unaware.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 22. Hate Fucking (Adam x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You hated him. But, fuck, you didn't hate this.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 23. Costumes (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Even though you knew Alastor hid behind countless masks, layering them one after another in your presence, it was in those rare, intimate moments—when he let the facade slip, when he entwined himself with you—that you realized, despite the pain, the betrayal, you would still choose to stay by his side.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 24. Rejection (Adam x Valentino)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Adam, a wretched sinner cast down to Hell, finds himself penniless and lost in a world of filth. When he crosses paths with Valentino, who dangles a tempting deal before him, Adam wonders - he's already hit rock bottom, might as well fall deeper. A Companion story to "On Camera," told from Adam's POV.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 25. Jealousy (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor owns your soul—he owns you. So why, then, does he find himself aching when your laughter, your smiles, your warmth aren’t shared solely with him? Bound by the unspoken, you and Alastor tread an endless, delicate line. The feelings that burn between you remain unvoiced, holding you in an eternal dance—two souls walking side by side, desperately close yet never truly touching.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 26. Obsession (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Despite it all, Alastor loves you. This is love. It has to be.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 27. Status Gap (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You and Vox had just started to explore a serious relationship, or so you believed—until one explosive fight left you both locked in a silent war, fuelled by stubborn pride. Days stretched by as neither of you made a move to reconcile, leaving you heartbroken yet determined to finally let go and move forward. But just as you began to find your footing without him, Vox made it clear he wasn’t about to let you slip away that easily.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 28. Rough Sex (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You are a strange girl with questionable tastes, longing for a connection that won't be met with scorn. Alastor's rough handling melded pain and pleasure in a way that exhilarates you, that makes you feel that it was okay to be unapologetically yourself.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 29. Sub/Dom (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor strikes you a deal. He allows you to fulfill your debased desire once, and in return, you quit your job for good.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 30. Naked/Clothed (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Thirteen times. Thirteen times he'll push you past the edge until you can finally beat insomnia. Too bad for Alastor, that's not how you fix insomnia.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 31. Cockblock (Alastor x Reader)

This blasted, cursed fiend will be the death of Alastor. But - it was worth noting, Alastor was certainly not competing for your attention. That would be...preposterous.

✨️ You've reached the end!!!! ✨️

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[voxslays]

Angel’s “Goodie Two Shoes.”

Warnings >>> A lil angst, swearing.

(This almost took up three entire pages on google docs. lol.)

It was an average Tuesday in hell. Everyone at the hotel was socializing, until Angel walked in. That's when the fighting began.

“That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.” Husk points at Pentious. “That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!” Husk gestures at Charlie next. “Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.” He rolls his eyes. The others try to deny the accusations. ​​”And you!” Husk scoffs as he looks at Angel. “Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.” Angel moves closer to Husk. “You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow! Kittens got claws~” He aggressively flirts. “Angel. Enough.” You try to de-escalate the situation. Husk visibly stiffens. “Awww~ Are you jealous?~” He flirts, putting his hands on you.

“Angel. I'm serious. Stop.” You shut him down. “This is hell baby, what did you expect? Flowers?” He says in his thick Brooklyn accent. “You’re making everyone here, including myself uncomfortable! Stop!” You raise your voice to just below a yell. “You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender,” he motions to husk, and then to you, “or some goodie-goodie thinks a' me.” Angel was trying to hide the hurt he felt from your rejection by putting on some ‘classy’ sunglasses. “So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critics”. Husk growls annoyed at his comment as Angel flips both of you off, with all four of his hands.

You angrily stomp up to your room and slam the door shut. Charlie pokes her head into the hallway, hearing the door slam and a cry. Her affectionate instincts flare within her, she walks to the room and knocks on the door. “Hey….Y/N? Are you okay?” She asks, a tone of concern in her voice. “I'm fine..” You wipe your tears. “Please go away.” *Charlie frowns, worried. This was the second time something like this is happening. Charlie gently puts a hand on the door. No you're not. You're crying,” She pauses. “Can you please let me in?” She asks gently. Charlie waits for a response, shifting her feet as worry and concern fill her heart. She doesn't like when people are upset, especially in her own hotel. She gently knocks again. “Please?” You open the door. Charlie wastes no time in throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. She can feel her own heart breaking that yet another person is crying. 

“Angel called me a ‘goodie two shoes’…is that true?” You say through your tears. Charlie pulls back, gently taking your face in her hands. “Of course not! You're not a ‘goodie two shoes’...You're a good person. You are kind, empathetic, and sweet. You care about people. You make the people around you happy. Angel is just...being Angel…” She trails off. “Don't overthink it.”

“I think I have feelings for Angel.” Charlie blinks, letting go of her. “You have feelings for Angel Dust?” Her eyes are filled with mild disbelief. “You...like Angel??” You sigh. “I do.” Charlie’s face lights up with excitement. “That's great! You should go tell him!” She exclaims happily. “I can't. He is really upset with me…” You say sadly, tears still forming in your eyes. “Just go talk to him. I'm sure things will turn out okay. I promise.” You look up at her, wiping your tears. “Are you sure?” You ask, still a little skeptical. “Yes.” She responds.

You walk into the lobby and sit on one of the sofas, reading a magazine. Angel sat down next to you, his long spider-like legs stretching out in front of him as he huffed. The tall and skinny demon’s expression was sullen and tired, his gloved hands fidgeting with the bowtie around his neck. He didn’t immediately say anything, opting to try and gather his thoughts first. After a small moment of silence, Angel took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice quieter than usual but still holding its usual hint of sass. “Look. I know I’ve been real shitty to ya lately. But I’m not tryna be, it’s just how I deal with stuff. Not that what I deal with gives me an excuse to treat ya bad or nothing.. I just.” Angel huffed again, frustrated with his ability to find the words.

“You were right though. I am a goodie two shoes.” Angel laughed slightly at that, shaking his head. He ran his hand through his long fluffy locks and said, “Yeah, yeah ya kinda are Toots. I may just be the right amount of bad boy to get you to break a rule or two.” Angel reached his hand out and gently lifted your chin, turning your head towards him. His usual smug expression was softened, and his usual sass was replaced with genuine worry. “But seriously suga’. Are you alright? I don’t want ya thinkin I don’t care about ya, ya dig?”

“Did Husk put you up to this? Talk some sense into you?” Angel looked away, refusing to meet your gaze. He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed that Husk had gotten involved in their fight. There was a long pause. “…I dunno if I’d say that exactly. More like gave me a smack upside the head and told me to stop being a jackass.” It was your turn to laugh softly at him. Angel chuckled in return, and leaned his head back against the filthy brick wall behind him. He looked up at the night sky, his long legs stretching out before him as he spoke in a quiet voice, “I meant what I said though doll. I really don’t mean to act like such an ass. I..I really do care about you sugartits.”

“The only reason I was upset is because I knew you were right.” You say sadly. Angel quirked an eyebrow at that comment, and shifted his gaze back over towards you. “You… Wait what?” He asked, unable to believe what he was hearing. “You’re telling me you’re really upset cause I hurt ya feelings instead of because I was being a prick?” Angel was dumbfounded, his expression morphing into one of complete bewilderment. It was the last answer he’d ever expect you to give. He sat there processing your response for a moment, his mouth hung slightly open in shock. After a few moments he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. “Babe. You really are a goodie two shoes.”

Angel chuckled and reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was genuine and soft, the usual sarcasm replaced with sincerity. “If it makes you feel better, I really was just spouting random bullshit. I only said that to get under your skin. You seriously have no idea how much I’m into how pure and sweet you are, toots.”

“Easy there angel. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had a crush on me.” You tease. Angel let out another small laugh and rolled his eyes, a smirk spreading across his lips. He leaned a bit closer, and said in a low voice, “Darlin, if I’m honest, that’s exactly what’s goin’ on here. I’ve absolutely got a crush on you, Babycakes.” You look shocked.

Angel placed his hand on your thigh, and added, “You’ve no idea how cute you are dollface. So sweet and pure. I’m completely head over heels for ya.” He smirks. “Me too.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. Angels smirk morphed into a genuine, albeit shy, smile. His cheeks flushed a light pink and he chuckled sheepishly at the show of affection. He reached up with his lower set of hands, cupping your chin and running his thumb over your lips. “You’re lucky I’m a sap for a goodie two shoes, doll.” Angel teased, his voice still low and soft. “I guess I am.” You say, as you two spent the night in eachothers arms.

[tune-on-in-folks]

Day Eight! I want to preface this with this: I had Somnophilia on my list with Vox in mind. Coincidentally @redfoxwritesstuff has also written a very wonderful fic for Vox with this prompt. Hers is called Late Meetings, so please go read hers and show her beautiful writing love!

I am vastly aware of the similarities between both fics: Vox, Somnophillia, and late nights/meetings, and the mention of notes! Though I attempted to make mine as different as I could. Great minds think alike! (Kit if it's too similar let me know. I'll gladly repost after a rewrite.)

Tags/Warnings: Human!Vox, marriage, dub-con, dubious consent, somnophilia, fem!reader, fem!receiving, fingering, p in v sex, soft sex Word Count: 1,962

Human!Vox X Reader

You often consider yourself the luckiest woman in the world. How could you not when your husband was Vox? You adored your husband, admired his work ethic, and appreciated the money he brought home. But there were some nights, much like tonight, where you wondered if he loved you as much as you loved him.

“Eight o’clock.” He promised before leaving that morning. He would be home by eight. Now it was eight thirty and you hadn't gotten even a call from him. Your dinner had long gone cold, not that you had much of an appetite anymore. Begrudgingly, you got up and started putting everything away.

When everything was put away you poured yourself a generous glass of wine. The minutes ticked by as you drank it, the clock in the hallway striking nine. You downed the rest of the wine, put the glass in the sink, and headed to bed. Typically you wrote a note to Vox before you went to bed, wishing him well, hoping his broadcast was good. Tonight you did no such thing, your heart sitting heavily in your chest. He could have at least called and told you he'd be home late. Instead you had gotten nothing, so in turn, he would get nothing.

Vox finally managed to get back to his office, his last meeting had run a little bit late. But he didn't think he was running all that late. He grabbed his suit jacket, pulling it on as the clock behind him struck the hour. He counted each chime, frowning when it hit eight. So he would be home a little later than expected. The clock chimed once more before falling silent. Vox’s eyes found the clock face, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach as it confirmed what he had just heard. Nine chimes, it was nine. He was in for a world of trouble when he got home, guilt already eating away at him. He was an hour late, and by the time he drove home, that'd be even more.

He got in about twenty minutes later, opening the door. The house he shared with you was dark. No lights on at all. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he kicked off his shoes. After locking the door behind him, he headed towards the kitchen, expecting a note. When he found none waiting for him, his frown deepened. How upset were you with him that you hadn't even left him a note?

He looked forward to your notes, storing them all away in a shoebox kept under his side of the bed. Keepsakes, tokens of your love for him. If he hadn't been guilty before, he certainly was now. He headed towards the bedroom, shedding each layer of clothing as he went. He pushed open the door, pausing in the threshold of the bedroom he shared with you. You were fast asleep already. He didn't blame you, it was late and he had promised to be home over an hour ago. But he didn't like the idea that you had gone to bed angry with him. He entered the room fully, removing his shirt and pants. He sat down on the bed beside you, reaching out a hand to brush your hair out of your face. You moved at his light touch, a soft murmur escaping your lips.

“I'm home, babydoll.” He murmured, a frown on his face as he watched you roll over, turning your back to him.

The sight, though unintentional, hurt him. His hand brushed down your arm for a moment before he stood back up. He slipped off his socks and then his boxers. He wondered for a moment, if he should go sleep on the couch. Had he earned enough of your ire to warrant that? But more than anything, he wanted to have you in his arms. That desire won out over anything else. He headed towards the dresser, pulling out a new set of boxers and night pants. He slipped them both on, before he returned to the bed. That was when he noticed that you were laying on his side, and had been the entire time. He smiled at the realization, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face once again. It always seemed to fall into your face.

Vox slid into bed next to you, moving you enough to allow him to lay down comfortably. Upon sensing his presence, despite being asleep, you wrapped your arms around him. He smiled as you nuzzled against his chest. He rested his hand on your lower back, idly tracing his fingers up and down. You shifted again, the movement, paired with his idle strokes, had your nightgown riding up. Vox paused when his hand touched bare skin, a frown pulling at his lips. He shifted, his eyes roaming over your body in the dim light. You were wearing a nightgown, one of his favorites, and nothing else. The realization had his heart skipping a beat, his cock twitching to life. He shifted you off him, rolling onto his side to watch you as you slept. His eyes were drawn to your nightgown bunched around your waist, exposing your lower half to his hungry gaze. Vox reasoned that he might as well feel what he had missed out on before pulling your nightgown back down and going to bed. He moved his hand, his fingers slipping between your legs, teasing at your entrance. He bit his lip, finding that you were soaked.

“Fuck,” He whispered, not having expected you to be so wet. “I’m even more sorry for being late.”

A whine escaped your lips, your legs falling open as you ground yourself down against his hand. His fingers slipped inside you, his eyes widening as he sat up. He had every intent to pull his fingers out of you, not wanting to touch you without your express permission. But then his name was falling from your lips in a breathy moan, your hips grinding down. All resolve was flung out the window. Tentatively he began to move his fingers, pumping them in and out of you with practiced ease. Your head fell back, your legs spreading wider for him. Your breath was coming faster, your chest heaving as he slowly brought you closer to release.

“So beautiful for me.” He mummers, his other hand shoving down his night pants and boxers.

He kicked them from his frame, wrapping his hand around his length with a soft gasp. He began to pump himself in tune with every curl of his fingers pressing against that sweet spot inside you. The moans that fell from your lips were loud and lewd. Completely unashamed in your sleep and it was alluring. He felt your body tense beneath his touch, a loud moan gracing his ears in time with the way your walls squeezed around his fingers. Your release washed over you, your body quaking with the intensity of it. Your eyes fluttered open, post orgasmic bliss giving way to confusion.

“Vox?” You whispered, wiping away sleep from your eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, pulling his fingers from your dripping core. “Hey doll.”

You gasp at the feeling of his fingers slipping from you, your eyes catching on his hard cock. Which he hadn’t stopped pumping despite the fact that you had woken up. You swallow, your brows furrowing. You knew you should be upset that he had touched you without your permission. But instead, you felt weirdly loved and cherished.

“Did you have any intention on fucking me while I was asleep?” You ask softly, sitting up.

Guilt flashed through Vox, he finally removed his hand from his throbbing cock. “I’m sorry. None, I didn’t even mean to do this. I just…wanted to feel you, see what I missed.”

You hum, moving your hand to his cock. Vox gasped, his hips jerking at your touch.

“Doll?” He asked hesitantly, unsure of how you’d react, of what you were doing.

“Shut up for a moment.” You murmur. “I’m still deciding if I should be mad at you or not.”

He cracked a smile despite himself, cupping your cheek with his hand. You met his gaze, the room slightly illuminated by the moonlight spilling in from the windows.

“In my defense it was you rolling your hips down that started this. I had every intent to stop, to pull away.”

Another hum of acknowledgement, your eyes falling from his face to land on his cock again. The tip was leaking pre-cum and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were turned on. You shift forward, coming to straddle his lap. Your hand still on his cock, guiding him towards your entrance. You sank down onto his cock, moaning at the sensation of him filling you completely.

“Fuck.” Vox cursed, hips thrusting up into you as you slid down onto his length. “You’re not mad?”

You shake your head, hands resting against his shoulders as you began to slowly fuck yourself on his cock. “Not in particular.”

“You didn’t leave me a note.” He murmured, his breath coming a bit quicker at the sensation of your tight walls clenching around his cock. “You always leave me a note.”

“You could have called me.” You mutter in reply, “I’d have liked a call.  You always call.”

He frowned, his hands resting against your hips, guiding you. His pace picked up, meeting you thrust for thrust.

“My meeting ran late, I had no way to know the time. I’m sorry.” His voice was full of genuine remorse and guilt. “I’ll make it up to you, my dear.”

The soft slaps of your bodies joining together over and over filled the room, his soft grunts mixing with your moans.

“You already are.” You whisper, your walls fluttering around his cock.

You were close to another orgasm, and by the twitching of his cock, Vox was close to his as well. He pulls you into a gentle kiss, his hips moving faster, chasing that release.

“I love you.” He murmurs, pressing kiss after kiss to your mouth. “I love you so, so much. I don’t deserve you.”

Vox shifts, his cock slipping deeper inside you. Each thrust had him rolling against your g-spot, his cock-head kissing against your cervix. Your walls fluttered around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your moans were getting louder, more breathless.

“Vox, please.” You whined, so close to your release.

He kept his steady pace, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He captured your mouth with his, swallowing your cries as you came. Your walls flexed around his cock, drawing him deeper.

“Oh fuck!” He growled, his hips stuttering as he came.

Hot ropes of cum splashed against your cervix, filling you to the brim with his seed. A whimper falls from your lips at the sensation, Vox slowing to a stop inside you. He shifts, laying down, taking you with him. The change in position makes you cry out, your body overly sensitive. You expected him to pull out of you, instead he remained buried balls deep inside you. His lips brushed over yours again.

“I love you.” He repeats softly, “So much. You’re my everything.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss slightly. Now that the two of you were laying down, exhaustion was dragging at you, threatening to pull you into sleep.

“I love you too, Vox.” You whisper, eyes closing as you rested against his chest. “You’re my entire world.”

You fell asleep in his arms, his cock buried deep inside you, knowing that you were loved.

You were indeed the luckiest woman in the world.

[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

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I was going to give explanations for the videos I picked and why they fit each character, but I'm tired, and I want a nap, and I feel really under the weather, so y'all are just gonna have to use your inutions on this one. Some of you may disagree with my take on this prompt, and some of you won't, but I needed this out of my drafts so...yeahhh ❤️😌

This one is random , but I thought it’d be cute ❤️ I might add Vox and Adam to my regular prompt list.

[baxndaid]

human vox

x reader 📺⛽🎤

an ; request more vox pls i love him, most of this is just me yapping

The year was 1952 and you worked in the upcoming film and TV industry. While it was just a small job reading through scripts to find typos or getting coffee for the more important figures, it was a job nonetheless and you enjoyed it.

A new show had quickly skyrocketed in popularity since its debut, a game show where you would have to answer questions in order to win the, most likely branded, items. Something like a washing machine or a supply of toothpaste. If the producers felt generous that day however, the prizes would rise in value, the show once giving away a brand new sleek black Fiat 1900. While the simple yet new and exciting premise of the show might’ve drawn viewers in, the host of the show made them stay. He was charming and handsome, he always dressed the part with a dapper suit and his hair was always done perfectly. Whenever he spoke, it was like the whole stage brightened up a bit, at least, that’s what you thought. His stage name was Vox, you never really liked that name - too sharp and aggressive, you thought. His real name was Vince, and you liked it better, though you’d never tell him that. You hardly ever had any interactions with the man other than handing him the script that the sponsors wanted him to yap about. He was charming, and you liked him - unfortunately it was just a pipe dream. You didn’t bother chasing after him considering you were just a small time employee while he was the face of the whole show, thousands of American women had their eyes on him especially when they turned their black and white TVs on between 5-6PM.

Fortunately for you, the producers had caught a glimpse of you backstage and wanted to spice up the show a bit. It was getting boring, other than the host himself there was nobody else the audience could attach themselves to. So, naturally, the best idea would be to introduce a beautiful woman, who was smart and shy - the “role model” if you will. You fit the bill, and how could you say no? You would be beloved by every household for your wholesome nature, (and especially loved by all the men in unhappy marriages and liked looking at the young women on screen.) And if you won? you could keep the winnings.

And you would win, because the show was now rigged in your favor.

Simply put, they wanted to paint you as the underdog, the vulnerable lady who simply wanted a chance to make some money. So when you would answer every question, even the ridiculous ones, correctly, the audience would gasp in disbelief at your amazing hidden knowledge and then tune into the next episode to see more of you and Vox. The truth was, the only thing hidden was Vox sliding you the answers to each question onto your desk. It was genius, really, the producers seemed to love the idea and so did Vox. Anything for ratings. You were still a little apprehensive, but you couldn’t back down after already signing the contract.

After winning one episode and becoming around $10,000 richer, Vox strategically pulled you in for a hug and gave you a polite kiss on the cheek to congratulate you for your “victory” in front of the camera. He was an amazing actor, you thought as he said his goodbyes to the audience and the cameras stopped rolling. Maybe he should ditch this studio and try his luck in Hollywood.

Once the room was no longer focused on Vox, he turned to you, his smile less big and forced and a lot more casual, “That was your first taste of show business, how’d you find it? Pretty nifty eh?” He prodded you with his elbow gently.

“Yeah, it was um- different… to what I usually do.”

“Oh yeah, forgot you worked here prior.” He looked at you up and down as he pulled a cigarette and lighter out from his pocket, “Say, since you and I are going to be working with each other from now on, why don’t we blow this antsville and I’ll buy you a drink?”

As he waited for your answer he placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. You were surprised and albeit excited by his offer, but you decided not to go out drinking with a famous guy in the middle of the afternoon. Something something responsible adult.

"A drink? Oh, I don't know about that sir... It's rather late."

He scoffed and exhaled, a puff of smoke engulfed you as you coughed. "Don't be such a square." He looked at your face again whilst bringing the stick up to his lips once more, "And don't call me sir, makes me seem old. Call me Vince," He paused, "Or Vox, I don't really give a rats ass."

You nodded and took a small step away from him in a pathetic attempt to get away from the smoke. He smirked.

"I take it you don't smoke?"

You shook your head

"Look at you, I'm not surprised." He took another draw of his cigarette, "So, about that drink?"

You were going to be honest, you couldn't say no. He was so unbelievably pushy that it was practically impossible to turn him down without feeling like shit afterwards. He was THE Vox, America's beloved host! How dare you even think of saying no. So here you were, in his luxurious house, sat on his couch that probably cost more than your entire living room, and with a glass of expensive scotch in hand that he generously poured you.

He returned with his own glass and sat down next to you, laying his free arm behind your head. He took a sip, his gaze never leaving yours,

"You're a pretty thing, can't believe you haven't been casted already, or snatched up by some of the big dogs like Vogue." He said, a smile plastered on his face. "I think you and I will get along just fine."

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As he predicted, you and Vox did indeed get on well, normally chatting (gossiping) about who knows what in his dressing room after work. He had told you about his old job as a TV salesmen, and how he has this weird hatred for radios. Something about them being outdated and boring. You never understood. He learnt a lot about you too, your past relationships, your family, your favourite animals - you two grew close and he relished in the idea of getting even closer. The network had given you another job since you could only appear on Vox's show so many times. It was a higher paying job but not all that stressful since you now had someone to talk to about it.

The press had caught wind of your friendship and naturally began to speculate on it. You won his gameshow 3 times now, maybe you simply slept with him in order to get the answers? Maybe it was luck? Are you two truly just friends or are you dating? Or just putting on a show?

Vox loved it, he loved your flushed face whenever you'd read the title of a gossip paper involving you and your new friend, he loved touching you a little more intimately whenever you two were hanging out in public, and he especially enjoyed kissing your hand or cheek under the guise of being a gentleman in front of any fans that just so happened to meet them out and about. Luckily for you, these rumours went nowhere and remained as simple speculation. Did he want you? yes, he couldn't even deny it. You were funny and understanding, even when he wasn't in a good mood. You knew so much about him and he knew so much about you - the fact that you were gorgeous was just a plus. Additionally, you were fantastic for his public image; a darling little thing like you attached to his hip just fuelled his already massive ego since he loved showing you off. The only problem was - you were as dense as a brick. He often got a little frustrated since his flirtatious efforts were fruitless; you couldn't tell if he was being for real or just acting for publicities sake, so you opted on just ignoring his romantic (and sexual) remarks towards you.

And don't think for a second that you'll be getting a real soppy confession from him either. He would buy you expensive clothes and take you out to fancy dinners, he would hold your hand while you crossed the street together and he would cuss anybody out if they were pissing you off. His feelings for you would be confirmed by him sloppily kissing you on his desk one random afternoon after a few drinks and tears; maybe not the most romantic way to say "I love you" but it was close enough for him and close enough for you too.

[storm-angel989]

Sorry if I've been the one filling up your inbox and it's annoying and my requests don't make sense but could you do a Valentino's daughter where shes m0lested by her teacher sorry if it's to dark or anything but I would really love to see this in your style love your work and style thank you (and reader is like 17-18)

Hi there,

This is a very real and intense traumatic experience that so many people have been through. I don’t write explicit scenes involving minor characters, and with my lack of personal experience within this topic, writing anything as such isn’t something I’m confident or comfortable doing. That being said, I didn’t want to not honor your request, so I tweaked it slightly to make it Valentino’s reaction to his daughter’s horrific ordeal. I hope that my writing justifies the trauma that reader has gone through and perhaps helps someone, somewhere find healing. 

<3 Mandy 

Valentino couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about the way his daughter had been acting lately just felt off. 

“She’s just growing up, Val,” Velvette reassured him over coffee one morning. “She’s a senior in high school. Probably worried about college. Didn’t you say she was thinking about going up to Ozzie’s territory? Or Mammon’s? That’s a pretty big jump from here.” 

“Not to mention quite a long way from her family,” Vox added. “Add in the stress of senior year? No wonder she seems a little bit more tired than usual.”

Still, despite their reassurances, Valentino couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. It didn’t take him long to decide that he would get to the bottom of this, one way or another. A conversation definitely seemed warranted- light prodding, just to assure her someone was here if she needed to vent. Make sure she knew she was loved, and had support around her. 

And to start, he decided, he would pick her up from practice himself that night. 

Signing into the highschool wasn’t technically necessary- after all, he and the other V’s owned the building in which he stood. But he wouldn’t brush aside the safety protocols. After all, they were in place for a reason. He made his way down the hallway towards the gym, pausing when he watched a plethora of laughing girls emerge from the locker room. He recognized several of them as her teammates. 

“Excuse me, ladies. Have you seen my daughter, ehm, reader?” He asked.

He wasn’t expecting the uncomfortable silence that greeted him. Several of them looked away. An odd feeling settled in his gut and his eyes met the eyes of the girl he knew reader considered her best friend. 

“Readers Best Friend, where is she?” He asked softly. 

“Mr. Cavallero’s room,” she muttered. “ It’s her turn. You might not want to….”

Valentino didn’t wait for her to finish. One of the perks of owning the school- he knew each room, each teacher and the layout of the building like the back of his hand. As Valentino silently rushed his way towards the classroom, that bad feeling in his gut solidified. 

Half dressed. Eyes glazed over. Apologies. Daddy, I’m sorry. His jacket, wrapped around her bare shoulders. The scene blurred together as Valentino’s anger took over. He grabbed the so called teacher by his neck and slammed him against the wall. 

“Baby. Go call Uncle Vox and tell him to come pick you up. Right now.” 

To him, his voice sounded calm. But as soon as his daughter left, he unleashed the fury reserved only for the worst offenders. By the time Vox arrived, there was nothing left- no trace that such a teacher had ever been in existence. Slowly, he took a drag from his cigarette and stared at the disheveled desk before shifting through the papers. 

Minors. The son of a bitch was going after girls he had no business touching. Valentino’s lip curled in disgust. Even he, as the overlord of lust and depravity, ensures that no child would ever cross paths in his studio. No being would participate in his lucrative business until they were of age, able to understand and consent to what he was offering. He could feel his blood boil and suddenly, an eerie calm washed over him. 

“I want every data point on this creature,” Valentino said to the open room. “I want every girl on that team to speak to someone, and I want to ensure that whoever hired him loses their job, and whoever hired that person also loses their job.” He lifted the cigarette to his lips, “and I want every single classroom, corner and crevice in this school and all the others to be equipped with cameras. And a team hired to monitor them.”

“Val, are you…” 

Valentino ignored him as he turned and walked out of the room. “Where is my daughter?” 

“She went home with Velvette, Valentino, what did you do?”

Valentino exhaled a cloud of red smoke as he walked out the front door of the building. “I eliminated a problem, Vox.”

Vox stared at him as understanding washed over him. His fingers flew over his phone and in seconds, there would be no consequences for Valentino’s actions. There would be no court case, no trial, no follow up and dramatic, made for tv rehashing of the trauma these girls had gone through. With the existence of that monster gone, the beings he had hurt would be able to get the help they would need to continue on with their lives. 

Vox  followed him out the door and got into the limo next to him. A quick ride later, and Valentino extinguished his cigarette just before he walked into their flat. 

“Daddy, I’m so sorry,” her words echoed as he made his way down to her bedroom. He felt his anger begin to rise and he took a deep breath before he knocked on the door. 

“Bebita?” he asked softly as he surveyed the room. 

His daughter, curled up and crying as Velvette sat next to her. Velvette looked at him and he made his way across the room. 

“Daddy, I…”

“You have no reason to apologize and I need no explanation,” Valentino replied calmly. “Let me be very clear, mi amore. I am not angry, I am not upset, and I do not blame you. But I do need to know if you’re physically hurt.”

To his relief, she shook her head no. 

“Good. We can talk in your own time, when you’re ready but for now…for now baby, know that I will protect you..” Valentino reached out, an offering of his arms. To his relief, she wrapped her arms around him and he held her in a hug. 

“No one will ever hurt you like that again,” he said softly. “I promise.”

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Quiet In The Theater (Human!Vox x Reader)

CW: Power dynamics (Boss/assistant), Public sex, public fingering, public cockwarming, edging. Rated: Adult Requested by: Anon Summary: As a reward for years of diligent service, your boss rewarded you with a movie date. Except, it wasn't a date and you watching the movie was more of a chore... Follow up to: Dressing Room but not required to be read together

You were eager to accept when Vox had asked you to accompany him to the cinema. It wasn’t often you got to go out to see a new movie and even less often that you got to go out and do anything with Vox. The wage you earned as his personal assistant simply wasn’t enough to allow for it. 

You were even more eager to step out with the handsome man that employed you. It had been a long few years, working first as a lowly assistant, running coffee for anyone who needed it and getting yelled at for things that were far from your fault. 

All it took was one unique and rather scandalous encounter with Vox and your life slowly set on a course that would change your life. You had been tasked with delivering him an updated script, changes made to the show at the last minute and facing the wrath he was known for. Instead, he sought comfort in you, or at least that was how you choose to define what had occured. The result was three years of watching his career skyrocket with you standing just behind him. 

Along with it came blurred lines. 

You were not Vox’s girlfriend, though that didn’t keep him from holding you even when he had girlfriends. They came and went, some lasting only a few short weeks at his side. He wasn’t a man that settled down; you knew that but you couldn’t help but hope that one day he would notice you as more than just a quick way to relieve stress. It was a childish dream that he would see you for your loyalty, nothing more than a girlish hope that he would take you as his partner in reward for your unwavering dedication to him. 

You had fallen in love with Vox. 

Maybe tonight was the night where he would tell you he finally realized he had feelings for you. Maybe tonight he would tell you he loved you. Maybe tonight was the night you got to live your storybook dream. Maybe tonight. 

It was always ‘maybe tonight’ in your heart. 

It was a disappointment when he did not take your hand as you walked through the theater. There was no soft kiss on your cheek, like he would sometimes give you when you both worked late into the evening. The most he did was rest his palm of his hand on your upper back as he led you to your seats. 

That was alright, you told yourself. You had wanted to see this movie, a romantic comedy that had great reviews, anyway. It was alright, you’d make the best of it. It was alright that once again your heart was breaking ever so slightly in your chest. 

There would be other nights for Vox to see that you loved him. There would be other nights for him to decide he loved you, too. You had the rest of your lives for him to realize it. That was alright. 

The movie had been out for a while and while it was well loved, it wasn’t surprising to find the theater failed to fill up, with less than half the seats being spoken for as the last of the lights dimmed. Vox led you up and up, making his way to the back row of the nearly empty theater.

That was alright too, you told yourself. It meant fewer people standing, blocking the view while they made their way to bathrooms or couples necking, distracting from the film. You’d have a good view and not have to pay for it with the distracting of other people. 

Vox set the popcorn down in the seat next to him as he folded his seat down. The dark room ensured few people could see anything at all as the preshow screening started. You tried to step over Vox’s outstretched feet and could have sworn you were going to clear them. 

Somehow, you still tripped over his long legs. Strong arms caught you as you crumpled down, not letting you fall to the dirty floor or worse yet, over the seats in front of you. 

That was how you ended up in Vox’s lap just as the movie began. His fingers dug into your sides, holding you in place. 

“Vox,” you whispered, turning to him, “let me take my seat.” 

“You picked your seat already,” Vox said. “Now settle down, get comfortable. It’s a two-hour movie.”

Vox didn’t give you much of a choice but to do as he told you to do. Even as he slipped the jacket from his shoulders, he kept a hand around your waist, ensuring you didn’t get it into your head to slip over to the unoccupied seat next to him. You knew better than to disobey, but that didn’t stop him from keeping you rooted in place. 

He held you in place as the movie started, hand quickly begining to caress your waist. It was an idle action; you told yourself, nothing more. A shiver ran down your spine as you sat forward, hoping no one noticed your perch. 

“Cold?” Vox asked, leaning forward to whisper the word in your ear. His breath washing over your neck caused a shiver to run down your spine anew. “Poor thing.” He pulled his jacket around, fluffing it out in the air in front of you before draping it over your legs.

“Thank you,” you said, as Vox wrapped his arm around your waist, just below your breasts, and pulled you to lean back against his chest. You could feel every thump of his heart against his ribs. Each rise and fall of his breath in his chest took you along with it.

“Watch the movie,” Vox said as his other hand ran down your thighs, making it terribly hard for you to do just that. 

The movie played, and Vox had intended to watch it. That was before you ended up tucked in his lap, against his chest. It was hard to focus on the dull romantic plot as you shifted, body rubbing against his cock in his pants. Vox watched as a couple started falling in love before deciding it was more fun to entertain himself with the show in his lap.

You shifted and twitched, trying to scoot away from the caressing hands that helped themselves to your body. It was a matter of your time before he was slipping his hand under the skirt, running it up your thigh, taking in the soft skin hidden away just for him. 

“Vox?” You whispered as he pulled your leg to hook over his knee. 

“Hook your other leg over my knee,” Vox directed. You moved to listen, bringing your thighs together only to have his voice in your ear, stopping you. “My other knee. Spread them.” 

“Sir?” Your voice quivered as you did as he said. “This isn’t appropriate.” 

“It’s appropriate for you to watch your movie.” Vox answered, fingers running up the inside of your thigh. “And it’s appropriate for me to entertain myself through a boring movie.” 

Fingers caressed the gusset of your panties, hand pushing the skirt up around your hips. The touch was light, tantalizing, as his fingers ran over your covered slit. His knees spread, pulling your legs further apart, ensuring the only thing that kept your modesty was his jacket in your lap and the theater’s darkness. The tips of his finger passed over your clothed clit, first ghostingly light as he caressed your core. 

The pressure built as he worked your clit through the fabric. Once he could feel the hot wetness begin to build in your panties, he smiled against the back of your neck. It felt good to know he could get to you, work you up in such a way, no matter where you were. 

“Stand up.” 

“What?” You struggled to keep your voice even, struggled to ignore the way you felt Vox’s cock throbbing against your ass. 

“I said, be a good girl and stand up. keep ahold of my jacket when you do.” 

You did as he told you. That was your job as his assistant, after all. He ignored your whispered protests as he pulled the panties down your legs. They fell to the floor as shame burned through your face, leaving a trail of wet slick smeared down your thighs. A polished shoe hooked the fabric and pulled them to the side, urging you to step out of them. 

“Hand them to me,” Vox ordered. “Keep those knees locked.” 

His hand ran up the back of your bare thighs as you bent at the waist. While the movie played in front of you, Vox pushed your skirt to gather on your lower back, just draping over most of the swell of your ass. He could see your glistening folds, wet but not yet sopping as you bent down at the waist, putting your cunt on display for him.

The clicking of his belt was soft, nearly missed over the sound of the movie as your fingers grazed the fabric of your panties. You were not the world’s most flexible woman and so reaching the small pile of cloth on the floor took a few tries. Each try pushed your cunt into Vox’s view, framed by the slight coverage of your shirt. 

Each time you bent down, bobbing a bit as you reached the limits of your flexibility, Vox ran his fingers up your naked slit. You gasped, fingers snagging the fabric as his fingers sank inside your opening before slipping back out agian, having just had a taste of your wetness. 

“Sit down, just as you were,” Vox ordered. 

His hand pushed his cock down so he could trap it between his thighs for the time being. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, not with the way his trousers bit into his sensitive flesh, but it kept you from realizing what he had planned for you as you sat back on his lap, legs hooked on either side of his knees. 

As soon as you settled, he spread his knees apart, spreading your thighs and allowed his cock to spring up, slapping the wet folds of your pussy. You gasped as he trust up, running his length through your folds as his hand wrapped around your hips.

“Vox what are you-?” 

“Up, just a bit.” Vox ordered, and you knew you couldn’t question him. Doing what Vox said, without fail or question, was how you stayed in your position. It’s how you kept your job. It was how you kept your bed open to Vox. 

You gasped as the head of his cock nestled against your wet entrance. Vox had made you wet, but not wet enough for him to push easily inside you as he let you sink down. 

The burning stretch of him as he pushed inside you stole your breath. Deeper and deeper he reached as you sank down his shaft, walls dragging along his shaft. Your breath caught in your lungs as you struggled to get enough air, fighting to keep his name only a whisper on your tongue. He pushed your hips down, forcing you to take him deeper until you nestled on his cock, sitting in his lap. 

“Lean back,” Vox whispered against your neck, lips moving against the soft hairs in a way you wanted so badly to be a kiss. He reached up, grabbing your breast and pulling you back to him as his other hand ran down your thigh. 

“Vox, we can’t be doing this, not here,” your voice trembled as he spread his legs wider, opening you wider. 

“We already are,” Vox whispered as you sat, stuffed full of his cock in a movie theater with other patrons. “Now watch your movie while I entertain myself. Oh, and don’t make a sound.” 

You tried to do what he told you to. It was a battle to follow the plot, the characters, as his cock twitched inside you. Your walls rippled and clenched around him as his finger lazily ran over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

Every time you thought he may bring you over the edge, send you spiraling down in a sea of pleasure, his fingers would leave your clit and spread your slick around your folds as your body slowly unwound around him. Soft fingers ran around where your body swallowed his cock, collecting the slick that was pouring from your stuffed opening and spreading it up to your clit. 

You panted, trying to swallow back the soft moans that fell from your lips. Sometimes you hid your face within Vox’s neck, begging for him to give you mercy in a harsh whisper only to have him issue the same order, again and again. 

Watch your movie. 

You sat, holding his cock inside you as you struggled to do as he told you to. Plot moved on without you keeping up, far more focused on every twitch of the heavy cock lodged tightly against your cervix. He held your hips tightly, hot breath washing over your shoulder as you twitched and squirmed. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Vox whispered in your ear, only to hear you whimper in response. It wasn’t like he needed a verbal response, anyway. Your body betrayed you, clenching around his shaft tight enough that he groaned softly. “Make you cum on my cock in this theater, where anyone can see the slut you are for your boss?” 

“Please?” You whimpered as the characters on the screen kissed passionately, locked in an embrace that resulted in the shedding of clothes. “Vox, it’s too much.” 

“You’ve kept me nice and warm for the last hour,” He whispered in your ear. “You’ve been so good for me. Want me to make you feel good?”

“Please, Vox?” you struggled to think as the couple on the screen fell into bed. “Please?” 

“You’ve got to be quiet,” Vox whispered in your ear. “If you want to cum on my cock right now, you better remember we’re in a theater and what do we do in theaters?” 

“Be quiet,” you whispered, walls fluttering around his cock as he ran his fingers over your clit. “Be quiet in the theater.” 

“Good girl,” Vox thrusted up into you, fucking into you as he pushed you further and further. The chair creaked slightly as he fucked up into you. His balls slapped up into you as he drove you closer and closer. 

“Vox,” you whined, face turning into his neck as his hand gripped your breast, pinching your nipple between through the layers of fabric. “Vox, Vox, Vox!” 

“That’s right, Dollface,” Vox was chasing his own release as your walls fluttered around him. “Cum with my name on your lips.” 

Your body clenched around him, gripping him like a vice as you came with a whispered cry. His name was on your lips as you tried to keep your voice low. As your cries climbed in volume, Vox slotted turned your head to face him. 

He fucked into you, watching for a moment as your dazed eyes struggled to focus on his face. Curling around you, he slotted his lips over your parted lips, so pretty and pink as they chanted his name. He swallowed your cries, controlling your volume when you failed to. That’s alright, he would forgive you, this time. 

“Good girl,” Vox whispered, fingers digging into you as your orgasm pulled his from him. The tight waves of contractions through your walls milked him of his cum as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside you. 

Spent, he stilled, leaving his cock lodged in your over sensitive hole. You twitched around him as you took deep, gasping breaths. 

“Better?” He asked and you nodded. “Good, keep me warm and finish your movie.” 

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Sweet Rich Murder

Pairings: Human!Alastor x Female!Reader

Summary: being invited to party fill with rich people wasn’t the type of night you had expected to land in. Although meeting a famous radio show host who has little unique trait, may had lead to some trouble with mob boss.

Word count: 4697 (it’s big one ik)

Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, a lot of violent fighting. Alcohol mentions and drunk people

A/N: hey! this one took a lot of me to write like a lot and I’m thinking to even create another part to this cause I couldn’t help it but write more. This contains human Alastor and I ran a lot of ideas so don’t take this canon (I just kinda thought of something and ran with it) anyway I hope you enjoy this with some nice jazz music in background :)

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I would say that the American dream has always been full of lies since the 1920s. Alcohol was deemed as illegal and there the country went dry almost at midnight. Scavenging the last bit of their whiskey bottles and the other group people thought it was a gold mine in sight.

Sadly that gold mine had wrapped me in tight rope to be pulled in.

Mobs thrived in such a state of the country. Creating big names out on the street with Alcohol sneaking in as many states as they could. Causing blood to be spilled and families held by gun with a man with so much power.

Yet none of it matters with nothing but glamorous parties out in New Orleans with huge houses enough to get people all drunk and dancing all around the glitter even with so much gambling out there.

Hidden speakeasies, hidden musicians, and you can name any of it. Almost anyone you knew was rich.

Only for their criminal activity.

Invited to huge parties wasn’t exactly my type of Saturday night. Especially having to deal with so many of them working in speakeasy. Yet an “old friend” couldn’t help but invite me.

There I am, stranded, with a sea crowd of people laughing and glasses in their hands. Glitter and champagne all around, cigars trying to be put out into the shitty ash trays that they made out for themselves

With parties like these it was easy for one of your friends to be swept away from you so fast. Walking aimsley in the party and ending up near the bar, with bubble near to be popped.

Observing the place with nothing else to do.

Accidentally making eye contact with someone’s eyes behind a pair of rounded glasses.

He was surrounded by a group of men and women. Blabbering over themselves and getting on top of each other for how excited to speak with him.

I could already tell the crowd as they somehow followed right behind each step he took. Still managing the crowd and distracting them with jazz music played in the background.

I intentionally look away realizing I might’ve stared too long. Looking back to the bar right in front of me while the man behind the bar prepared drinks that were sneak behind closed doors.

Someone clears their throat next to me.

“I couldn’t help but see you.”

Glancing back to him, my palms have sort of sweat themselves so much out.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but watch the sort of crazy party they have here in this mansion,” I mentioned, with sheepish smile that glued on me for the most of night.

“And I won’t blame you on that,” he smiled with a small tilt to his head. “The people here are free entertainment for anyone to watch.”

As I let out a weak chuckle he introduced himself.

“I’m Alastor, and who you might be?”

Making a small smile—I felt my shoulders seize to calm down once he approached me with nice manners that many men didn’t come with into this party.

“Y/N. I’m—I’m Y/N.” I offer my hand with an awkward smile.

Alastor took my hand in his, holding it up to his lips and kissing the back of my hand.

“Nice to meet you, such a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady like you.”

I flinched a little. Flustered of course. It certainly felt like my chest was being pulled just now.

“Ah—ah, thank you!” Fumbling with my words a little but I still recover. “Sorry I’m not exactly the type of person to be in this kind of party.”

Alastor chuckled a little at my fluster face. He let go of my hand once he finished kissing it. Resting his elbow on the counter and facing you completely now.

“I must say, I can tell. You have the look of an introvert. Quite shy.”

“Rather be quiet than loud,” I giggle a little. Peering back to the party I got the view of loud people that were drunk and dancing all around.

“I can admit,” I added. “Some little loudness can be a bit fun.”

He followed my gaze scanning over the crowd of people. “I personally enjoy the quiet as well. So I can supposed I can understand that to an extent. Though a little loudness doesn’t hurt now and then.”

Taking my attention back to Alastor, I propped my elbow on the counter while my chin rested on my hand. Coming up with any thoughts for conversation topics.

“So, why are you exactly here? You also seem the type not to extend a lot of his time here.”

A little light of pleasure flickered on his face, his smile growing a bit more. He look down on me for a moment thinking over his answer.

“I wasn’t planning on staying here that much longer. I only came here to enjoy the simple music of jazz and speak to a couple people for work related matters, but I don’t plan on staying for very long.”

I hummed and tilted my head almost like a curious cat. “You are sure hard worker. I wouldn't care for work right now, especially a chaotic party like this. I can barely keep up with work.”

Chuckling a bit, leaning in closer for how endearing my curiosity was.

“Trust me, if I weren’t here for my job, I be probably be relaxing at home or wandering around looking for something to occupied my time. It’s nice to be here, but I’m ready to leave once I finish what I came here to do.”

A secret grin sneak into my lips. “You’re getting me curious here. A lot of these people wouldn’t care enough to talk unless if it’s about them and their money.”

“Are you trying to guess what I do for money, hm? And how do I get my money?” Alastor smirks grown just as mine did.

For a moment I took a small chance to finally see how he looked, and what he wore for such a party like this. Wearing this nice tuxedo with a classic bow tie.

Recognizing the rounded glasses he wore. Remembering how his eyes looked behind them.

“That’s a nice suit. Probably worth a lot for how nice it is. Careful you don’t want blood catching on it.”

Alastor was clearly amused by my small joke. Although it seems he was more amused by the way my cheeks have turned slightly red after taking a closer look at what he was wearing.

He even knew the suit was clear to the eye; it came from a popular and highly expensive tailor shop. Alastor gestures his hand to his suit with a smile.

“Good eye, dear. And thank you for the compliment. I doubt any blood would get on it.”

“Not if any people want a piece of that suit. Hypothetically speaking,” I teased.

Alastor chuckled along making this party a lot more lively before I had bump into him. Before any of us could slip a word to each other, the crowd was tucking into each other right in front of stage decorated everywhere to the chandelier.

A sudden applause erupt the crowd and whistles. With an entrance of men coming with instruments and getting on the stage.

My eyes had lit up realizing a live jazz band had arrived to fill up more of the empty halls of the mansion.

Alastor only took a peek from the inner corner of his eye. Growing mild interest in how excited I seem to see the jazz band.

“They’ve finally started to perform huh? These musicians have only been on my radio show so often.”

“The instruments look so—“

Eyes widen clear to the diamonds laying on the collarbone of lady sitting a few feet away. Snapping my head back to Alastor with a wider smile.

“A radio show. You’re a radio show host!”

Alastor made another chuckle and nodded at the excitement I gain.

“Yes, my dear. I’m the host of a radio show, now you know why I’m here for business deals. Discussing possible sponsors I could get.”

“That does make a lot of sense,” I stated. “Now that you’ve told me, you certainly do have the voice for a radio man indeed.”

“I take that as compilment,” he smirked. “Besides it is my career and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Some people even listen to my show just for my voice.”

Raising my eyebrow I smirked a littile too. His voice was nice.

“Sounds like you do have quite a lot of fans the last time I saw you.”

“I suppose so my dear.”

Gazing back to the jazz band I tapped along to the music and watch how everyone began dancing right there in front of the stage.

As someone pass by me with champagne glass, my throat had gone dry.

Clearing my throat I turn back to bar and Alastor caught on.

“You want a drink? I can get whatever you want from the bar,” offered Alastor.

“No, no,” I waved my hand and made a small smile. “You’re too sweet. I should try to be sober and enjoy the sweet time in a place like this. Won't probably be here again.”

His eyebrow raised with a smile remains on his face. Mirroring me with his chin resting on his hand!

“You’ll probably never be back in a place like this again? Why is that my dear?”

“Don’t really have the money,” I said with a hint of embarrassment as I looked away. “And— a friend had dragged me here from work. She’s run off somewhere though probably with one of the men she was talking to since we arrived here.

“Are you still enjoying the party?”

My chest made this slight jump and I try not to smile too much.

“Yeah—yeah I am. I would be such a liar if I said no.”

Alastor laughed for a second and leaned closer with our shoulders nearly touching.

“I’m glad you are. I do have to say you certainly have been more fun to talk with than most of the people I’ve spoken with tonight.”

The small comment he made somehow made me giddy all around my chest and brain.

Without a beat he calls for the bartender asking for a drink. Sliding in money for him and handing the drink to me.

No word was spoken but I grabbed the drink as I gave a smile to Alastor who still smiles since he talked to me.

The jazz band kept roaring on with the dance floor covered with flapper dresses swinging around and drinks in hand.

“Quite lively tonight I do have to say. The dance floor is getting more and more packed by the minute.”

“I don’t blame them for wanting to dance. Music is incredible!” I exclaimed while watching this one specific couple dancing with one another.

My eyes were glued on them and Alastor followed where I watched. Hands rested in his pockets and leaned back against the countertop.

Watching the dancers but content watching my facial expressions observing the people dancing.

“Do you want to dance at all, my dear? Or are you just content with just watching the dancers?”

My hands twitch against the glass cup and I bite the inside of my cheek.

“I’m not really a dancer,” I said.

“Oh please,” waved Alastor's hand. “Anyone can be a dancer. Dancing isn’t as difficult as a lot of people make it up to be.”

“I suppose it does seem a lot fun…”

No hesitation came near when he stood up from the bar seat with a hand out for him. A smile never faltered out from his handsome face.

“You know what? Let’s give dancing a try, shall we?”

A wide eyed expression had fallen on my face but a smug smile had turned my lips. “A dancer? I didn’t expect you to be the type.”

“I'm a very good dancer, you are in good hands dear.”

I stood up before he spoke again but I took his hand gently. “Show me the way.”

In a second I was immediately pulled right into the crowd. Swiftly pulling me through the sea of people and making sure my hand was in his. Starting to dance a bit along with the rhythm of the dance

The tassels of my black dress waved around just as he spun me around a couple of times. I laughed but followed his dancing as he gripped my hand and swung around.

People around us kept dancing along and the spotlight shone on the stage as the musicians kept playing. Just from stepping onto the floor, you almost can get drunk simply being around others.

Just as he swung me around and spun me again, I felt mysel trip a little bumping into his chest. Alastor hold me as he kept dancing.

“You got some moves radio man!”

Alastor laughed and his hand placed on my waist holding on to me tight before continuing to dance. Speaking up amidst all of the music and cheerful chatter.

“What can I say? I keep a lot of secrets from my audience, you know. I am full of surprises,” Alastor winked and dipped me down with our faces inches closer.

“Watch it, I love mysteries.”

I smiled and giggle from the small dip he did, and pulling me back up. Alastor hold me close and dance again with a hand on my waist and the other on my hand. Dancing around and taking steps after the other.

Alastor snickered under his breath. “That’s good, because you’ll never discover all of mine.”

“I wouldn’t say that for you. I do have a way to get to know a person more than themselves.”

Alastor chuckled and danced a little slower, taking the time to stare at me for a moment for the cute kind of confidence I grew. “You think you can figure out all of my mysteries, darling?”

A new cute pet name I see.

I stayed silent until I spoke up again. “There’s this quote I really like from one of my favorite books I’ve read. I like big parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

Alastor listened to the quote with small humming as we took small steps around the few beats of the jazz song. He wore this cheeky smile while he held me close.

“And yet here you and I are in a place full of dozens of people, and having a private conversation of our own.”

“I guess that’s why they call them intimate,” I almost muttered.

Alastor's smile had widened as he listened to my voice getting quieter than usual. He made sure he had pull me the closest I ever was with him and reduced the amount of space that was left between us.

“Yes, they are quite intimate, aren’t they?” He chuckled. “And how intimate would you say we are at this moment, dear?”

“None, we ain't drunk yet.”

Some laughter left out of me as I closed my eyes, shaking my head. Alastor did the same but softly and made sure I wasn’t bumping into anyone else.

Leaned in close he made sure he muttered it to me to only hear.

“I'm sure I can change that very quickly, my dear.”

My cheeks reddened furiously. “Careful, you might flatter me a bit, radio man.”

“Maybe that’s the point.”

His breath hit me and I could nearly feel myself tripping once again but this time out of my flooshiness.

The song was finished with one more last note from the saxophonist and everyone cheered as we paused on the floor.

For a second I imagine as if he squeezed gently on my hand.

“Y/N!”

I jolt awake and rip my eyes away from him for a second. Recognizing the smug man walking towards the both of us.

“Torrio.” I said his name out loud and I let go of Alastor quickly. I didn’t want too but seeing my boss out and about at the party was something that wasn’t usual.

It screamed as a warning came up ahead.

“Well, now isn’t it the lovely Y/n! And I thought you weren’t the type to get into these kinds of parties,”

Torrio’s words slurred.

His breath reeked of booze and even after taking a few steps it still somehow stink.

“I thought you were with the others by now, sir,” I mentioned to Torrio.

“Oh come on. I’m just glad to see you somewhere like this. I would've always wondered what you would’ve looked like in flapper dress,” Torrio hiccups and tries to place his arm around me but I dodged it taking a few steps back.

Causing me to bump into Alastor, who only sticks with the smile but with narrowed eyes on Torrio.

Losing the little balance I had, he placed his hands on my waist steadying me and making sure I won’t fall.

At least I thought so.

“I was here for Alison,” I said directly and uncomfortable as he kept staring at me, especially how older he was than me.

“I don’t see her anywhere. Looks like you got caught by someone, and I didn’t expect it to be a very famous radio show host!”

Torrio looks at Alastor giving a drunken smile but Alastor gives a smile back. One that didn’t meet his eyes.

“It's a pleasure to meet you sir, you must be…”

“Johnny Torrio,” he slapped his hand on Alastor's hand and shook it harshly and sloppy. “Say, you should visit the speakeasy we have that's a couple blocks away young man. We have every kind of drink that you would like, got some new shipments.”

I frowned a little and continued to sense the energy thick and sticky. Creating this caution tension that I couldn’t get out from the web.

“I don’t think Alastor wouldn’t wanna do that—“

“Nonsense! It would be worth it!” Torrio interrupted me.

Alastor stood silent but remained fixated on the both of us.

“Now, may I have a word with Y/N. I promise I won’t take her away for too long, Mr. Alastor.”

Alastor gave off an air of politeness and charm. Though he seem reluctant letting go of me for a second.

“Of course. I won’t get in the way of you two having conversation,” said Alastor.

He removed his hands from waist and somehow it felt as emptier than usual.

“I promise I won’t take her away for too long,” he made a nasty wink at Alastor and grab my arm, dragging me away.

I didn’t get the chance to look back for Alastor. Only this view of people and the drunk mess of my boss.

Everything started to scream in my brain. Especially the way he had forcibly grabbed me out of my will. There was something wrong, I could smell it on him and see it from the nerve about to pop out of his forehead.

Soon he took me to the exit doors where a bodyguard stood there, opening it up for him.

There it sank in.

I tried to pull away but he still managed to grip tighter and I yelped. The other bodyguard made sure the front doors were closed just as they heard make some sort of any noise.

Torio grabbed me and shut me up placing his hand on my mouth.

“Shut up you tramp! Come on!”

There he dragged me outside away from the noise and partying, to an alleyway dark and no human to be spotted to be screamed for. He push me off from him and there I hit the wall a bit as he stood over me.

“You think that you were that slick to get away from us!” Torio yelled.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” I spat.

“The FBI is what I’m talking about!”

I looked at dumbfounded and still confused as to why he would react like this to me.

“One of our guys were out tonight until the whole place went into hell and he died after shootout with police officers,” Torio explained with glare in his eyes.

“They found link back the speakeasy and we found out one of the many men who sneak in their way was an actual fucking spy!”

Torio kicked a trash can in alleyway and I stared at him as if he was lunatic. A true fucking lunatic.

“A spy had somehow found our spot and now has leaked all the information to the FBI agents. Meaning they gonna terrioze anytime tomorrow, all because of your fault.”

“My fault?” I scoffed. “I did nothing, what are you on, Torrio?”

“You are the only one who gets to see the guests that get up and leave once they all drunk and gone. You see everyone who enters and leaves with some kind of slut every night. I know you saw them, Y/n.”

“I wouldn’t fucking see them!” I hissed. “I would've known about this faster if I wasn’t so busy being at the bar and dealing with all your buddies who only snort and drink out of their time.”

Torio pushes me to the brickwall and his nails stab my arm. “Watch what you say to me, bitch!”

For a minute it was only me and him pushing off of each other but he had pinned his hand around my neck. Pushing my head to the wall.

“I’m giving you choice right here,” He started to choke me and ran out of breath. “Did you know or not?”

“How could I possibly have known? You know how many people come in and out!” I try to grasp for air. “Coming with gambling and drug deals. You keep me at the bar for godsakes!”

Torrio made sure he had me there stick to the wall and grab something from behind his back. The gun clicked and there it was pointed at me. A fear smeared into my eyes.

“Get off of me!”

With nails dug into his wrist and a finger on the trigger ready to be pushed—a loud smack echo the alleway. A second look of a wooden plank it was hit across behind his head causing him to hit the ground. Falling unconscious at my feet. I gasped and felt the empty air hit my free neck.

My body went frozen.

Hand on the wooden plank—Alastor stare at Torio at the ground as he heavy breathes. He catches me staring at me. Giving his full attention on to me and dropping the plank.

His face staying serious but his eyes seem to stare with nothing but concerned just as he took the sight of me.

A loud groan came out of Torrio and he was shaking, but moving ever so slowly. Reaching for the gun that was few inches away easily to get just extending your arm. I look back at Alastor who seems to realize the same thing that I was thinking of.

So quickly, and so loud, Alastor steps on Torrios hand and smashing it into the ground. Causing Torrio to yell out in pain.

Alastor grabs the gun and swiftly points it spot on onto his head.

Firing a bullet. Striking the bullet right between his eyes. The pistol ring the whole alleway enough to take to the sidewalks to be heard.

Eyes of Torio dead as mouse that has fallen into a trap. His body fallen cold and no air to be exhaled. Blood splatter onto the trash can and puddle near leaking out of his head. Realizing the blood had not only tainted everywhere but us as well.

The both of us stood there in silence, staring at the scene in front of us and now listening to the now quiet alleway. The only sounds being the faint noises coming from the party still going on from the other side of the building.

I couldn’t make up any words the longer I stare at the dead body. Finally getting the courage to peer back to Alastor. His attention drawn to the bloody murder that had just been caused and trembled hand onto the pistol he had in hand.

His face and body say in composure. No reeking of any self pressure or guilt. Just a man with calm wide eye expression staring at man on the ground who he had kill as if he was a deer.

Alastor had turned his face to me. There he saw the shift in my eyes as I saw him differently. There it had both clicked inside of our brains.

Calm composure. Heat in his breaths. This wasn’t his first.

Down the other end of the alleyway I could hear the familiar voices of men. Snapping my head to the voices and hearing them yell.

“Who’s there!?”

Instantly recongizing that the men were from the mob. Panic started to rise inside of me.

“We need to get out of here.” I grab Alastor by his wrist and immediately started running.

His feet picked up with pace of mine and we could hear bullets being fire from the other end. We turned the corner. Entering back inside the party through backdoor of the house.

The sound of champagne bottles being popped up with dancers still keeping the night young out on the floor. Alastor had made sure to stay close to me as we weaved through the crowd and the dancers.

Discreetly making our way out without all the attention back to us. The arrival of gunshots came and soon the party and everyone else in it, knew there was trouble. The area was overrun by everyone running outside taking a warning of the violence growing outside.

Alastor tugs my wrist stopping the both of us from running. He gestures with his head to another door. Im guessing he knew the area well enough on which doors to exit.

Doors went wide open and soon the both of us ran down the streets of New Orleans. Along with people behind us trying to escap the mob

“In here!”

Alastor grabs out of his pocket car keys unlocking a car parked right out of the mansion.

“Get in!” He yelled. Opening the passenger door for me and soon I jump in quickly. Alastor runs for the drivers seat and soon pushing the gas pedal to speed away. Speeding away from faint gunshots firing in the sweet old rich mansion.

With silence now bearing around the air and our breaths all heavy, sinking tired from all the occurrences. I had reimagined all the incidents and what kind of sticky mess i had finally wind up myself into.

I had now processed the fact that my boss was dead and gone. The state of his mob is probably up in flames right now. And the fact I was in a car with a murderer and yet somehow I felt the most safest with him throughout the night.

Even though I couldn’t tell if he was smiling or not once Torrio was fully dead.

Somehow I knew, I just knew he was much more than he shown or spoke tonight. That glare that smeared into his eyes and how he looked at motionless body right there on the concrete floor.

Maybe my brain had self consciously jump into the conclusions or I had now set up a sort of make up lie in my head.

Or maybe it truly takes two people to understand who the other person really is.

Alastor kept one hand on the steering wheel as he drove quietly. Listening to my breathing.

Gazing at him for a quick moment. Noticing the blood stain on his face and the white button up. Matching the red color inside of his suit coat.

I close my hands and there I took sharp inhale.

“Alastor.”

His eyes took a double look at me and finally spoke.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

He went quiet for a moment. Not exactly expecting those two words to come out of my mouth. His eyes stay focused on the road up ahead.

“You’re welcome.”

A/N: (Should I make a part two?)

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a little help - chapter 1

a vox x actress!reader story.

a/n: okay so i caved and decided to make this an actual story wml

it was the 50’s. the golden age of hollywood. here you were, sister to a famous actor and daughter of a famous actress. always looking up to them in your childhood, you also wished to have fame.

your family traveled often. you and your brother were born in nebraska, grew up in california, and moved to manhattan by the time you graduated from college. you and your mom were the only ones who stayed in manhattan, with your brother and father leaving to illinois. the state where you are expected to go now.

“y/n, honey, i’m just scared for you to travel alone! you know in this day and age it is very dangerous to do for a pretty young woman such as yourself!” your mother pestered you as you packed your luggage.

you planned to go on a train to illinois. just to get more job opportunities as an actress. sure, new york had a handful of stars but you were always hired just to be in commercials! it was time for a change and fast. you were in your 20’s afterall! stardom could not come quicker if you stayed in manhattan.

“i get it, ma, but I need to leave! you know it’s just 20 short hours on a train and i will be reunited with marlon and daddy,” you responded with a slight sigh.

your mom picked up one of the discarded dresses on your bed and folded it. she neatly put it in the messy pile you made in your luggage. it was the last one. you and your mother closed the briefcase, with one hand on either side. you locked it.

“i guess so, huh? but you better take care of this gordy luggage of yours! gosh you’ve had this since we first moved to cali,” ma rolled her eyes as you walked out of your room and down the stairs.

“i get it, ma,” you hissed. you put the briefcase down as you put on a coat over your travel dress. ma pointed and shook her finger at you. you opened the door and was about halfway out when she shouted.

“and i better not see any ankle-biters running around when you get back! i love you baby!”

“i love ya too, ma.”

and you were on your way to 42nd street. ecstatic as ever, you reread the brochure you got when you first bought your ticket. a discount given graciously after the vendor recognized you from a couple commercials you’ve filmed. the train was a diesel one- only just have made the switch about five years ago. people even called it the world’s greatest train, with the amount of luxuries it provided.

you walked up the carpeted stairs. being on the poorer side of passengers, your seat was all the way back. finding it, you went face to face with your seat. it looked a bit small and uncomfortable but you could make it work. you stepped backwards, your head colliding into someone’s shoulder. the briefcase in your hands springing open.

“im so sorry oh my christ im so sorry…” you rambled to the stranger.

“no no, don’t worry about it dear,” he chuckled in response. “mistakes happen here and there.”

“please accept my apologies. my name is y/n brando,” you stretched you hand in front of him for a handshake. he took it and pressed your skin to his lips.

“call me vox.”

[voxslays]

In the Elevator ~

Featuring >>> Vox x Reader; In which Vox calls reader to a meeting when suddenly the elevator breaks down, leaving the two of them alone together for the first time in seven years.

Warnings >>> Smut, AFAB! Reader, A lil angst

Seven years ago, you and Vox were best friends. Until he confessed his feelings for you. You were scared to admit your own feelings and ruin your friendship. Unfortunately, when you tried to (lightly) break it to him, he was distraught. Vox completely shut you out of his life. So it was a big surprise when he sent an email requesting to meet with you again. 

You enter the Vees tower. One of the receptionists walks up to you. They immediately recognize you. “Hi! What may I help you with?” You respond, saying you have to talk to Vox. The worker is surprised, but messages someone through their V-phone. Minutes later the receptionist leaves and there someone stands in the doorway of the entrance to the V tower, Vox. “Looks like you finally came to see me after all those years, hm?” He says. 

“Yeah. Yeah.” Your tone is filled with distaste, still angry about your falling out. “What is it you wanted to talk with me about?” You ask curiously. “Oh, I think it’s better we discuss it privately. Come with me.” He says, gesturing towards the elevator. You hesitate for a moment before deciding to follow him, entering the elevator with him. The elevator was reasonably big, with fancy railings, a skylight, and a giant window on the back wall of the lift. 

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here.” Vox says, turning to face you. “Well, I wanted to talk to you about some...rumors that have been going around about you. You know how people love to talk, right?” You sigh. There had been a couple dating rumors about you going around. Being an overlord in the spotlight was never easy, but it had only gotten harder since you and Vox ended your friendship. “I didn’t know you cared about such miniscule rumors.” Vox rolls his eyes. “Are they true? They better not be.” He asks, getting angrier.

“So what if they are!? Why do you care!?” You raise your voice. Suddenly Vox’s anger reaches its limit and the power goes out. The elevator comes to a halt, making screeching sounds. Vox’s eyes widen and he rushes to the control panel, frantically pressing buttons. The elevator lurches and shudders, the lights flickering on and off. Vox lets out a frustrated growl as he slams his fist against the control panel. “Great, just great…” He huffs. 

Vox turns to face you, his face red with frustration. “Now look at what’s happened! We’re trapped in this stupid elevator, and who knows when someone will come to rescue us. And it’s all your fault!” He shouts, taking a step closer to you. “My fault!? How is it my fault!? You were the one who called me here!” You yell back. “Well, if you hadn't come, none of this would have happened!” Vox argues back. “You’re always causing trouble for me, one way or another. And now, we’re trapped in this tiny space together! Just wonderful…!” Vox’s face slowly turns redder and redder as he speaks, his voice growing louder and more heated. He takes a step closer to you, towering over you with his tall figure. “You know what? I think this is karma. Karma for rejecting me all those years ago.” Vox huffs again, crossing his arms. 

You remember his face that day. It went from zero to sixty so quickly. “Look-! I didn’t mean to break your heart! I tried to break it easily!” You say anxiously. “Easy? You think breaking someone’s heart is easy? You tore mine out and stomped on it!” Vox’s face is inches away from yours now, his voice a low growl. He pauses, his eyes flicking down to your lips. “You know...I never even got to kiss you…” You can feel the tears forming in your eyes. “I just wanted to stay friends because I was scared! Okay!?” You shout. Vox’s expression softens for a moment, before hardening again. “Well, now it’s too late. Friends? We’re not even that...” His voice trails off as he leans in closer, his hands finding your waist.” You sigh, looking down at your feet. “I was scared of losing my best friend. Little did I know I’d lose you anyways.”

A single tear rolls down your cheek. Vox buffers, his expression conflicted. He hesitates, his hands tightening on your waist. “You...you really cared about me that much?” He asks quietly, his voice barely a whisper. His face is so close to yours, his warm breath fanning across your face. “I did.” Vox searches your face for any sign of insincerity, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on your sides. “You should have just told me...” He says quietly, his face inching even closer to yours. His lips hover over yours, his eyes flicking down to your mouth.

“I know.” You pause. “I'm sorry.” Vox lets out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he finally closes the distance between your lips. He kisses you softly, gently, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. His hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him. Vox parts his lips, deepening the kiss as he slides his hands up to your back, pressing your body against his. He kisses you with a fierce passion, all the unspoken words and pent up feelings finally pouring out.

Instantaneously, the elevator shudders again, and Vox breaks the kiss, pulling you into a tight embrace as he looks up at the ceiling. “Great...just great...” He mutters. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. ​​He loosens his grip on you, his hands returning to your waist. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable. “Um...that just...happened,” He laughs awkwardly, clearing his throat. “We should,” He pauses, searching your eyes, while his own shine with a glimmer of hope. “Talk about it later, once we’re out of here,” He says, looking up at the ceiling again. “Let’s just...try to keep each other company, okay? We don’t know how long it’ll take for them to rescue us,” He says, his hands squeezing your waist.

Vox sits down on the floor of the elevator, pulling you down onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “At least we have each other for now...” He murmurs, his voice quiet.” The elevator makes another screeching sound, causing you to jump slightly. “This elevator better not drop.” You say, your tone filled with anxiety. “Shut up and hold me,” Vox says, his arms tightening around you. He rests his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. After a moment, he speaks up again. His voice muffled as he sinks his face deeper into your shoulder, as far as his TV head can wedge itself into the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh. “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn't...you know,” He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes searching yours. 

“All the time.” Vox lets out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he rests his forehead against yours. “I do too,” He admits quietly. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours in another soft kiss. He nuzzles his nose against yours, his eyes fluttering open. “Let’s,” He pauses again. “Pretend that we never fought,” He says softly. “That we’re still best friends...” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “That we’re in love,” Vox murmurs, his voice quiet.

“Okay.” You say, your voice almost a whisper. Vox lets out a content sigh, his arms tightening around you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “Good,” He murmurs, his voice soft. He begins to trail kisses along your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs gently. He continues to kiss and nibble at your neck, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs. He pauses, his fingers brushing against the hem of your skirt. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a silent question. “Is this...okay?” He asks softly, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes.” Vox smiles softly, his fingers slowly lifting your skirt up. He settles back into his previous position, his face buried in your neck once more. He starts to kiss and nibble at your skin, his hands gently spreading your legs apart.

Vox's hands slowly make their way up your thighs, his fingers gently caressing your skin. He pauses, his hand hovering over your panties. He looks up at you, his eyes questioning again. “May I...?” He asks softly, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. You give him a gentle nod. Vox lets out a soft sigh of relief, his hand sliding into your panties. He gently caresses you, his fingers exploring your folds. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, his fingers slowly slipping inside of you.

Vox begins to move his fingers inside of you, his thumb gently circling your clit. He continues to pepper your neck with soft kisses and gentle bites, his other hand gripping your hip. “Ngh!” You moan. He starts to pick up his pace, his fingers curling to hit that special spot inside of you. You cry out. Vox's heart skips a beat as he hears you cry out. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with love. “Shh, it's okay...I've got you...” He murmurs, his fingers never stopping their movements. 

Vox buries his face in your neck once more, his hot breath washing over your skin. He continues to touch you, his fingers moving in and out of you at a steady pace. He can feel you tensing up, your body getting closer and closer to the edge. “That's it, baby.” His fingers curve inside of you, his thumb flicking against your bundle of nerves. “Come for me.” He murmurs, his voice low and sultry. He grins as he feels you clenching around him, your body convulsing with pleasure. 

“Good girl,” Vox holds you close as you ride out your orgasm, his fingers gently caressing your inner walls. He places soft kisses along your jaw and neck, basking in the afterglow with you. After a few moments, he slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips. Vox licks his fingers clean, savoring your taste. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “Delicious.” He purrs, his hand sliding back under your skirt. He positions himself between your legs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. “Darling. I need you.” He unzips his pants. 

Vox slowly pushes into you, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels your warmth enveloping him. He starts to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing your moans. Vox increases his pace, his hips snapping against yours. He hooks your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper. He breaks the kiss, panting softly as he looks down at you. Vox's eyes roll back in pleasure as he feels your walls clenching around him. He leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “You feel so good.” He growls, his hand snaking between your bodies to rub your sensitive bud. 

Your eyes roll back as whimper. Vox's fingers press firmly against your clit, rubbing quick circles around it as he continues to pound into you. Your body tenses, your legs shaking as you approach your climax. Vox bites his lip, trying to hold back his own orgasm as he focuses on making you come first. “Come with me, darling.” His fingers stop moving as he feels you clenching around him, your body tensing up as you cry out. Vox's grip on your thigh tightens as he slams into you one final time, finding his release deep inside of you. 

Vox collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck. He takes a few deep breaths, his body shuddering as the last waves of his own release wash over him. He slowly lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours as he grins mischievously. “I think...” ​​Vox pulls out of you, his hand gently caressing your stomach. “We need to do that again.” He says, his eyes twinkling with desire. He sits back on his haunches, admiring his handiwork. He reaches out, gently caressing your reddened folds as you whine. Vox smiles to himself, knowing he has you right where he wants you. His fingers working your clit in tight circles. He suddenly flips you over onto your hands and knees. “Time to change positions.”

He lines himself up with your entrance again and pushes in slowly, a low moan escaping his lips. His hands grip your hips tightly as he begins to thrust in and out, his pace quickening with each movement. He reaches one hand around to play with your front, his fingers toying with your sensitive nub. Vox's breathing grows heavier as he pounds into you from behind. His fingers continue to rub your swollen bundle of nerves, sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body. You let out a whimper. He grunts with each thrust, his voice growing louder as he approaches his peak. “You're so close.”

Vox's voice drips with satisfaction as he feels you tense and writhe beneath him, your body convulsing with pleasure. He grips your hips even tighter as he continues to thrust, his own voice growing louder as he nears his own peak. “That's it, baby. Come for me.” ​​Vox's voice is hoarse as he grunts one final time, burying his screen in your shoulder as he finds his own release. His entire body shudders as he spills into you, his arms wrapping around you to keep you close. “God, that was good.”

After a few moments, Vox slowly pulls out of you, his release trickling down your thighs. He turns you over onto your back, hovering over you with a satisfied grin. He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. When he pulls back, he smirks. 

At that moment, the power comes back on. Vox's eyes widen as the elevator comes back to life, the lights flickering on. He quickly moves off of you, quickly getting dressed and straightening his clothes. You do the same. He extends a hand to help you up, his face a mask of cool composure despite the intimate act you just shared. Suddenly, the elevator doors open to reveal a very annoyed Velvette…and Valentino. 

Vox greets Velvette and Valentino with a charming smile, as if he hadn't just been ravishing you mere moments ago. “Ah, there you two are. We were just...discussing business.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close in a show of casual familiarity. Velvette raises an eyebrow, glancing between you and Vox with suspicion. Valentino seems oblivious, focused on his phone. Vox tightens his grip on your shoulder as the elevator goes up a floor, his fingers digging in slightly as a warning to keep quiet. He turns to you with his signature cocky grin as the elevator stops. “Until next time.” Vox winks at you as he gets off.

A/N: This is my longest post ever. It took up a whole four pages on google docs lol.

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Happy pride month!! Let the Y/N doodles be upon ya!!

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Im so tempted to post ‼️ moaning audios ‼️ for Hazbin characters but I’m not sure if any of you would be intrigued by it or not… - The Radio Angel ❤️

[y3nze1]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | c.9

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: I / II / III / Navi.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Hello darlings!~ it's yen, here you are chapter 9, i apologize for the slow moving plot! but me and chaz will fix it soon! happy readings!

"It's either now or never.." You stared into the mirror, contemplating your life, what had happened and what led you to this moment. you stared at your reflection, your hands fidgeting at the adrenaline, eagerly waiting to set your fingers on the dial. before you could even finish it. Loralie softly called out. "Y/n! Y/n.. Sugarplum!" her voice was filled with happiness and glee as she chanted your name, running over to you.

You are taken aback by Loralie's sudden appearance, but before you can say anything, she throws her arms around your neck and hugs you tightly.

Oh, Y/n, I have such great news!!" she exclaims excitedly. You can feel her heart racing with excitement, and the feeling is infectious. Suddenly, all the stress of your situation falls away, and you can't help but smile. she giggled, taking your hands. "what great news?" you smiled, raising a brow. "I know you're not open to dating.. But it was destiny! i felt it!, there's this nice gentleman that came over the shop today and we chatted, nothin much! but i wanted to hook you up with him! isn't that exciting!~"

you froze, the smile disappearing from your lips, speaking, "You did what?.." she nervously chuckled, her grip on your hand tightening slightly. "come on y/n! just give it a try, the guy's rich! he has a mansion! he works for tvs! isn't that interesting!" you rubbed your temple, groaning. "Oh Loralie. you should've told me first!" she chuckled another one. patting your back. "Come on, Y/n, one date wouldn't hurt. would it? just give it a try.. I'll help you through it, don't worry!"

You looked at Loralie for a moment, your looks softening yet, it was filled with hesitancy, you shook your head, accepting the challenge. she smiled, clapping her hands in excitement. "Oh bees knees!~ let's get you ready, I'll tell you the whole detail where you guys are meeting up!~" she dragged you through the corridor, leading you to her room.

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You entered the park's garden, watching the swans in the pond, smiling as they come near you, bending over, your fingers ran through their heads, that's when you heard a man call out your name. You turned to see a tall man, rich black colored hair, his smile was quite charming, from the look of his outfit, you could tell he is quite the rich guy. His smile widened approaching you. he too your hand placing a small peck over it, looking over to you with pure awe.

"Look at you, gorgeous" he complimented, pulling you close one more. "i believe white goes better with pearls, no?" as he said that, he pulled out a crimson box, the design was quite exquisite with floral embroidery. he spun you for a second, stopping you by your back, putting on the pearl necklace around your neck, his breath hitched as he put it on.

"oh my.. this is.. absolutely beautiful, Mr. Vox" you spoke softly. looking down as your eyes observed the glazing pearls."I'm so glad you like it, Ms. Y/n," Vox says, his voice full of pride. "It took me a little while to find the right necklace for you, but I wanted to make sure it was something that perfectly matched your charm and elegance." He gives you a soft, charming smile, and his eyes glisten with joy. "you didn't have to do such thing, it's quite expensive" you turned around, looking up at him in which he cupped your cheek gently. "Sweetheart, it's priceless for me, on the other hand. 350,000 isn't that much" you gasped. putting a hand over your necklace. "oh no, I can't tale this, i just can't!" you said, his hands placing over yours. stopping you. "please, take it as a first meeting gift, it's my pleasure." The smile on his face appeared.

You're blown away by the sheer generosity of Vox's gift, and the fact that he's willing to part with such an expensive necklace for you, someone he barely knows. You can't help but feel grateful for the gesture, even if it makes you a bit uncomfortable. You're not used to receiving such lavish gifts, and the thought of holding onto something so valuable is a bit overwhelming. But you can't help but be impressed by the wealth and generosity of this man, and his clear interest in you.

"Now that we've had some time together, what do you say we have a proper dinner tonight? There's a restaurant not too far from here that I think you'll love." you nodded, he led you to an expensive restaurant. As you enter the restaurant, you're immediately taken aback by the opulence and elegance of the surroundings. From the crystal chandeliers to the gleaming silverware, everything seems designed to impress. The aroma of the food wafting through the air only adds to your sense of excitement and anticipation.

As you and Vox are escorted to your table, you notice that you're receiving a lot of attention from other patrons and staffs. Once you're seated, the server comes over to take your order. You look at the menu, and it's clear that you're in for a culinary adventure. Even Vox seems impressed by the selection, making it clear that this restaurant is a favorite of his.

As the main course arrives, you're impressed by the presentation and the flavors that explode on your tongue. From the spicy seasonings to the tender meat, every bite is a delight.

As you finish your meal and wait for the dessert menu, Vox takes your hand and looks you in the eyes. "I have to admit, Y/n, I'm quite taken with you. Your beauty, your wit, your intelligence...you truly are the complete package. And I can't help but think that our paths were meant to intersect." He pauses for a moment, as if waiting for you to respond. "I would love to see you again, if you would allow it. There's so much more I want to get to know about you."

As you finish your dessert, you feel a sense of contentment and satisfaction wash over you. You've had an incredible meal, and the time spent with Vox has been nothing short of amazing. You can't help but feel a sense of connection with this man, and his kind words have only further cemented that feeling.

As he holds out his hand, you take it willingly, feeling the warmth of his touch. "I'd say the same to you too, Mr. Vox, i suppose it wouldn't hurt to meet you again, no?.."