#Vox Pup

[st4rstudent]

They're friends btw

bonus slop. ignore the namedropper isnt very toony. i will have to practice grunt cogs..................later.

[duvi0]

LONELINESS KILLER!! LONELINESS KILLER!!

Hi, I'm Duvi, and I have been hoping to grow or strengthen bonds with people for a while now, but haven't been in environments that were good for me. As a result, I have a low friend index and not much to draw on socially. So, I'm sending out this message to the void for anyone else who wants to KILL their loneliness!

If you fit multiple of the following criteria, you are a good start for a mutual or even a friend!

are between the ages of 21 and 30

are some flavor of queer, any gender or sexuality included

are anti-authoritarian

share in the interests of others even when they don't fit your own

listen to a vast variety of music from a vast variety of genres

are open to playing or hearing about a wide variety of games

are routinely available or enjoy being available to talk

3 or more of the above are preferred, 6 or more is incredible

Now all of that is well and good, but what I want to get into is the more granular individual interests since that's what I can easily tag for relevance!

If you are interested in the bands and artists The Mars Volta, Aesop Rock, PUP, Run the Jewels, Red Vox, Everything Everything, and/or Femtanyl, that is an opening.

If you are interested in the video games Hylics, Team Fortress 2, Your Only Move is Hustle, Rivals of Aether, pretty much any roguelike, Darkest Dungeon, Inscryption, the Pikmin franchise, or the Kirby franchise, that is an opening.

If you watch the YouTubers Vinesauce, Grayfruit, Big Yellow, Dead Meat, Caddicarus, Rata/Rank10YGO, Wambu, Hivemind, and/or anyone who animates or does YouTube Poops, that is an opening.

If you have an opening, meet any criteria, and are feeling anywhere near as lonely as I am, give me a shout in DMs, shoot me an ask, or send me a message on discord @duvi0! Here's hoping this message in a bottle kills some loneliness!

[okcoolcoolwtf]

Hazbin hotel (Au) Robo Alastor (maybe short comic script? I'm testing it out.)

Vark chewing mouth full*

Robo Alastor" Vark, Vark what do you have in your mouth? Is that my new buffing polish? Drop it you shark mutt!"

Vark still gnawing running away angry red deer droid chasing after*

Later

Robo Alastor disgusted holding his now slobber and punktured covered ruined buffing polish by the very tip with his thumb and point servos.

"Ew, what a truly ill fate you suffered"

Vark smiling by Alastors all his sharp teeth sparkling.

[the-smallest-star]

Start over? Clem wasn't so sure... they... seemed sincere.

And if they became a problem the Vee's would kick them out.

"... well first off you need to stop oversharing with strangers. And IF we were to be friends, I don't want you mentioning it. My name carries... problems. And if I say no, I mean it."

"Yeah don't worry, I won't be saying anything about that. Much a I'm sure the Vees can handle whoever might come after you, rather not get them involved more than I need to. Especially not if I'm right about those goons from before being Crimson's. Like I need more reasons to off that scrawny ass..." Wes growled a bit but calmed down. "I am glad to hear Val can show some restraint."

Rubbing her arm a bit, she glances back to Clem. This was... probably the only time she'd get to ask this. One shot as fixing her previous fuck-up. "It okay if... we just start over? I get it now that I probably came off as more like some scheming Overlord the first time we met, rather than a potential friend that genuinely wanted to offer some help. That was on me, I'm not ashamed to admit it. But I do want to be friends with you, and I'll understand if you don't want to."

[that-hazbin]

Media Demon AU

The Hotel needs a new animal Mascot, There is decidedly zero backbone to be found in this trio, and much bad math is performed by me. Feel free to correct it. Or not. Headcannoning Vox died in the 1950's between age 20-30, feel free to ignore. Alastor giving off parental vibes.

Vox looked at the moving package Alastor had given him, Anthony had lit up with a grin recognising what Alastor was doing, "Ah Smiles, you're such a sweetie sometimes" Alastor turned away flustered. "I have no idea what your talking about" Alastor was blushing near unnoticeably in that familiar tsundere way his close friends could spot a mile away.

It was the same expression from back then, Angel Dust thought wryly, way back when Alastor had gifted him with a small emotional support hell piglet for his recovery in therapy.

The box kept wriggling "Are you going to open it?" asked Alastor the television sinner.

Vox looked at the trembling box and gently removed the neon blue ribbon with trembling hands.

He didn't remember the last time someone, anyone really, had given him a gift. Carefully lifting the lid Vox felt his heart squeeze in his chest as a soft cold face pressed against his hand and licked his fingers.

"Oh you are adorable" a tiny gunmetal blue hammerhead hellshark pup with four incredibly stubby little legs was doing it's level best to get out of the box so Vox could pet it. The box tipped with the movement and the sharkpup pressed itself into Vox's body happily with strange little happy whines as its new owner coed over it with burning eyes.

Alastor leaned down meeting Vox's gaze and petted the hellshark pup who lapped up the attention with glee. "The hotel has a tank room for aquatic sinners, I thought a manner of responsibility might help you... Focus a bit more.", and if Alastor had also arranged a number of hellshark pet care books on Vox’s desk in his room that was merely coincidence.

Vox gave a watery laugh at the deer sinner who evidently didn't hate him as much as he thought, "Thank you for this".

And he meant it, it was the first time anyone had ever gotten him a such a thoughtful gift or any gift at all really.

It was also the first time Vox had ever thanked anyone for anything, it felt good.

"What ya gonna name the little fishdoggo?" Asked Velvette who was relentlessly booping the sharkdog pup between it's eyes to it's unending glee.

Vox had never been creative, certainty never good enough at being original but this was.. important, Vox looked up at Alastor "Why don't you name him for me?" Alastor tilted his head confused.

"I had assumed you would name him, he is your pet?"

"I'm.. not good at names", Vox grimaced, or much else he thought glumly.

Alastor was looking at him with a look Vox found impossible to decipher "...Vark"

"Vark", Vox tested the name on his tongue, "I like it!" Vox smiled like a small child receiving a gift.

Alastor realised his own age at that moment, he and the picture box were no longer separated by a gulf of scant few decades but much longer than that.

Alastor born in 1900, died in 1933, then died again in 2020 at 120 and being sent back to 1933 living a further 87 years until the present day... Alastor was even older than Charlie who was 200, by, ironically seven years minimum if his rather sketchy math was right give or take a few months.

Angel Dust offered a toast, he and the others oblivious to the former Radio Demon's inner midlife crisis, "To Vox, Velvette and Vark of the Hazbin Hotel! The Three Vees!"

Alastor huffed a laugh pushing down his internal panic and vowing to hunt down a calculator to figure out the exact numbers joined in the toast.

Don't you DARE make me ship this timeline's radio static I already have enough on my plate with hellradio 😭 fuck Vox and Vark are SOOOOOO CUTE!!!!

I really love the detail you put about this being the first time Vox sincerely thanked someone. A little show of his development under the Hazbin Hotel. That, AND Alastor being a little tsundere who's in COMPLETE denial about caring about this TV head? This is excellent. EXCELLENT!

And it's good to note Alastor's age, because I didn't even THINK that he could possibly be older than Charlie. That's insane to think about. He really did just relive an ENTIRE CENTURY. I don't know why that didn't actually hit me as hard as before, but like, that is a LOT of time, which means he could have gone through a LOT of his own personal development in that time period. Wow.

(And yet, he couldn't kick his habit of adopting the sad and pathetic into his fold. Even against his will.)

[signedkoko]

Hi, my dog is really sick and he has a huge tumor, I’m going to have to put him down soon and it really sucks, your writing makes life a bit better though so thank you for that! Could I possibly request a Vox x reader with a pet dog? Like how would the two of them interact or would he claim himself as the dogs parent or stuff like that. You don’t have to of course! Please remember to take breaks

Vox X Reader [Comfort]

In which you take in a dog you found on the street without asking Vox beforehand.

Vox isn't necessarily minimalist, but he is certainly a bit of a neat freak

Things should be organized, clean, not perfect! But not messy

So, animals were never his thing

I mean, the hair, the training, the scratchy nails on the floor, it just sounds like a huge hassle

Besides, he is already busy enough with the company and you, a pet would just be another thing on the list

You, on the other hand, love caring for sick animals

You've brought a smaller creature home before for the evening or taken it to a vet, but nothing for longer than a few hours

But this time was different

The dog was so messy you couldn't even tell the breed, all you knew was that someone had hurt it and it wouldn't last long on its own

So you snuck the puppy into your jacket and headed straight home

Vox comes home to the shower running and you giggling, and he's already worried about whatever strange thing you're onto this time

He sees you, splashed in soap and water, and a dog with muddied water dripping off it into the drain

And it barks at him

And he screams

Right. He is super scared of dogs and hellhounds

Not in a 'these things are scary' way, but in a 'these things are unpredictable and gross and ew.'

When you finish washing the dog and drying it the best you could in a swaddled towel, you'll find him pacing and murmuring

He is frustrated you brought that THING home without asking, but he also wont suggest you abandon it because he knows you won't

Gets a servant to grab some necessities for the dog, because lord knows you didn't plan this out

Just for a few days, right?

Except, a few days turns into a few weeks and into a few months

And slowly your tiny puppy grows into a 100-pound pride dobermann, known for being some of hells largest and most vicious dogs

Despite his size, Vox has already adopted the thing into his life, he stopped asking when you were going to give up the dog on day 15,

Part of the reason he loves it is because of how dangerous the dog looks, as sweet as it actually is, it's very protective of you and he likes that

Originally does not let you out on your own, but now its 'you can go if the dogs with you' because by good fuck that thing could kill a crowd

Expect him to dip into the pet market of devices; tracking collar, pet surveillance, automatic feeding bowls, etc...

All inspired by his want to give your dog a luxurious life

Probably got a custom collar with glowing blue spikes so he and the pup match

Would actually take a few days off work and sit in an armchair with his hands on his head if the dog ever had an emergency trip to the vet

Author's Note - I saw your second ask, and its totally cool you sent this! Honestly, I always wanted to open emergency requests. Theres no shame in looking for comfort, I can't imagine your pain right no. I hope this helps in any way!

[klttn]

when I see someone asking for vox requests, I immediately sense it. what abr vox w a reader that's owned by him (smth like angel/valentino or husk/alastor) you can have fun and make it as smutty/fluffy as you want, ty!!

⁺˳✧༚ ˚ 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓅 ｡⋆୨୧˚

— 𝜗𝜚 vox x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : you sold your soul to vox only for him to treat you like the good little puppy you are. nsfw. toxic relationship. ownership. collars. leashes. reader is mute when she’s subby. vox is a smidge manipulative. dubious consent at times. vox is also a softie.

𝜗𝜚 vox knew from the moment he saw you, he had to have you. such a pretty little thing, how could he not? it’s safe to say sinners like you were desired in hell. you looked like pure innocence and sin wrapped into one. a cute fawn puppy with wide eyes and soft thighs.

𝜗𝜚 he found you by chance, crying, after his dick of a situationship had abandoned you for someone new. someone who would give up everything to him, including their soul. you wouldn’t even fuck him. part of you thinks that’s the only reason he kept you around. to try and earn the rights to your cunt. vox’s manipulation was much sweeter than that.

“hey little puppy,” vox had mused, voice thick as honey, “no need to be scared, i won’t hurt you.” he seemed so trusting, so gentle.

you’d only seen him with val on set or occasionally on ads so seeing him like this was entirely different to the picture you’d painted of him. so that’s when you decided to take a risk, “promise?”

𝜗𝜚 all you’d known with val was emotional mind games and verbal abuse for not submitting but with vox? he seemed to care so much more than that. he was so loving and sweet, treat you like an angel. loved you.

𝜗𝜚 that’s all you wanted, it was so easy. so you gave him everything. your mind. your body. your soul. just like he wanted.

“you’re mine right, puppy?” vox questioned hands stroking over your soft fluffy ears as you nodded in response. ��so let me own you. give me your soul. you’ll be only mine and i’ll protect you forever.” his harsh words laced with something so sickeningly promising to your naive brain.

how could you say no?

𝜗𝜚 after that, vox never held back, you couldn’t leave him after all. he had you collared 24/7. using the leash that bound you to him to tease you and drag you where he pleased. he was still so attractively enticing. that would never change. his cunningness wrapped up in a pretty bow so well that you didn’t care he was manipulating you.

𝜗𝜚 he’d use you to make val jealous sometimes too, having you draped over him as his arm candy. have you dress so scantily. take you to all his events to show you off, show them what they couldn’t have. and more importantly who you belonged to.

“who’s this pretty girl by your side?” a reporter would ask, eager to put a name to vox’s ’girlfriend’.

“oh? her? she’s just my puppy,” would be his answer. so simple yet you loved something about it. a slight pat on your head and a soft “good girl,” to leave the viewers with the thoughts of your wide eyes and soft mouth as you bit your lip at the praise.

𝜗𝜚 it wasn’t only manipulation to him despite it getting you this far. he did love you. everything about you, like he was the love sick puppy here. your hair, your eyes. the way your soft ears would react to things. how easily excitable you were. the way you would cuddle up to him after work like a doggy would it’s owner. but i suppose that’s exactly what you were. just a simple little pup with her doting owner.

“where’s my baby girl?” he’d shout through the halls of his home as you’d come running to the door, so much excitement rushing through you. you’d think he’d been gone for days not merely a few hours.

“i missed you,” would always be the first thing you’d say. “now never leave me again.”

𝜗𝜚 eventually you let him have you. let him fuck you. the fact he waited despite owning you only spurred you on more to let him ravish you. he was loving and gentle at first, so vanilla and constant i love yous, earning the right for more than that. even though he didn’t have to. so when it came down to it, you’d coyly asked him to take care of his baby in heat too. giving him full control of your sex. every aspect of it.

𝜗𝜚 the first time you allowed yourself to drop into that subby state of mind, vox couldn’t quite believe what he was witnessing. how was it possible for someone already so innocent and pliable to become more so? he adored the way your doe eyes would gloss over as you looked up at him through battered lashes with full submission.

𝜗𝜚 he loved everything about ruining you. how he could tell by the way your thighs would flush exactly what you needed. how you would stick your tongue out and pant on your knees for him when you wanted to suck him off. but what he loved the most about this was how you would go mute. he revelled in how you couldnt say no or stop him. your ditsy brain too full so all you could do is whimper n whine and mewl such pretty noises.

a tug on your leash pulled your malleable body closer into him. his cock abusing your cunt to the point of tears, “just a bit longer pup, please” he'd groan, out of breath, wiping your tears and gripping you harder, pumping into you til it had you yelping and trying to pull him off of you. he wouldn’t let you. vice grip overpowering you and forcing on to say on his cock. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, fuck, baby i’m sorry, i’m so close, i know it hurts, shit, i’m gonna cum.”

he’d pull out and hold you tighter than ever, littering your face in kisses, telling you you’re such a good girl, such a good puppy for letting him use you. how proud he is you milked his cum. of course that’s all your silly head needed to hear.

𝜗𝜚 vox always gave aftercare. always. running your baths, getting you your favourite snacks, taking care of you, not dare letting you lift a finger after the harsh activities he’d assault on your body. when you’d settled down enough, he’d hold you, letting you watch your favourite shows on his screen. that was something he loved to do for you. so much.

𝜗𝜚 he was just as clingy as you sometimes. needing you close and on him, always by his side. whining and mumbling how you don’t love him if he doesn’t have your eyes and attention on him. he always made you giggle with that. so when one night you were cuddled up watching tv, he came up with the idea.

“puppyyyyyy,” vox grumbled, watching how your ears would twitch in acknowledgement, “look at me!!” he was tugging at your pyjamas and pulling on your collar, needy in such a demanding and assertive way.

“wanna watch this, voxie, already so close n got my head on your chest.”

wrong answer. he didn’t like that.

vox sighed and clicked his tongue, turning off the screen and wordlessly forcing you to straddle his lap. “my puppy should do as she’s told,” your breath hitched at his words as his screen glitched and the show you were watching flashed across where vox’s face should be. “even if that means i have to make her.”

your cheeks blushed as you got comfy to his thighs. vox’s hands raked across your body, zoning out again. trying not to get too embarrassed and show how much you liked this. loving how vox needed you this badly. “so much better, right baby?”. you nodded your head before one of vox’s fingers crept to part your lips and let your oral fixation take over, sucking and lapping.

𝜗𝜚 overall you were the happiest you’d ever been, no matter how toxic it may be, and so was vox. it all went according to his plan that day when he decided he had to have you. you were now his. owned and controlled. loved and cherished. his puppy.

A/N : i just love vox okay!! i would sell my soul to him for free just to get to submit to him <3 anyways… i hope you liked this and as always please please give me support!! tell me your thoughts, they’re always welcome

[ask-the-queen-beelzebub]

bibbidi bobbidi boo

Pregnant i make you!

Enjoy telling vortex about your upcoming litter of pups!

(A fairy anon😀)

"Wait- what?!"

@angelofwrath2 @lucithekingofhel l@madly-enthusiastic @lucitheduckmaster Alastor: @voxtechsmells @emily-the-seraphim @ask-radioapple @adam-the-first-man@fatass-adam@adamforthewin @queen-of-vees @princesscharliesstuffstuff @voxtechsmellsgreatactually @ask-vox-anythin @ask-zestial @blitzascbog @paperminttheassisant @ask-asmodeous-and-fizz @ask-fizzy-jester

[sleepyfan-blog]

Intruder!!

Author’s Note: This is the next installment of Joth’s adventures in the Husbandry AU! Other fics with Joth in them that I’ve written can be found here. 

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel

Warnings: none? Please ask me to tag something if I missed it/it bothers you

Summary: Joth handles an intruder with the mercy you’ve taught him. 

“Put the goat down. Gently. Leave this property and return with money or never.” Joth ordered the Blood Claw who had his idiot hands on one of your goats. He had heard Maisie’s warning bark and growls, followed by Jacks and Sandy running to aid the oldest of your trio of Great Pyrenees. The canids helped Joth patrol the boundaries of your territory and chased away most predators and would be threats at night, while you slept in your home. 

“The fuck I will, Chaos scum! I’m hungry and this thing looks like it’d be a decent enough meal.” The young Space Wolf growled, bristling visibly. The goat in his hands squirmed and butted his horned head against the other’s armored stomach.

Maisie growled lowly, and Joth whistled, not wanting her to get injured by this insufferable Loyalist Fool. Jacks rumbled, equally unhappy. “Do you know where you are, Space Wolf?”

“... That doesn’t matter! I’m hungry, and I’m taking this as my meal!” The Blood Claw blustered, glaring up at him.

“We are on Terra. M3 Terra.” Joth rumbled, stalking closer to the Loyalist “Put. Down. The goat.”

“Why the fuck would I believe a word out of your mouth, you Traitor?!” The Loyalist huffed, still glaring at him, pulling the goat closer to his body, even as it bleated and kicked at him.

“Do you have a working vox-communicator?” Joth asked, struggling to not roll his eyes at the young idiot in front of him. 

“I do. But I am on a survival mission! To prove that I am capable of surviving, no matter the circumstances.” The Blood Claw snapped. 

“Aren’t baby Space Wolves left on frozen hell-holes to prove themselves? Most of Terra is far from such a world, even in the depths of winter that would qualify.” Joth asked, tilting his head a little as he took another slow step towards the young idiot. The other didn’t have armor on and was lightly armed.

“... To be entirely honest, I thought I was dreaming. This part of the world at least, is so temperate and pretty. Prey and edible greens and fruits are so plentiful here. And I’m not a baby!” The young Space Wolf protested, puffing out his chest up at him.

Joth took another step towards the Blood Claw, whistling another command to Maisie and Jacks, who kept the younger Astartes hemmed in on two sides, while the pup, Sandy padded up behind him. “Youngling Astarte. Put down the goat. It belongs to the one whose property this is. There is Astartes-food available, but to get it you put the animal down. Now.”

The young Space Wolf looked up at him, before looking around “But… But you’re a traitor! Why should I believe y-”

You call out from the porch “Is everything alright, Joth?”

Oh! He hadn’t known you were awake. He has an idiot youngling to wrangle. Faster than the little Loyalist could track, Joth lunged forward and scooped him up, pinning the Blood Claw’s arms between his side and one of his arms, in a secure grip that the other would not be able to easily break. His other arm carefully yanked the goat free before setting her down and giving the goat a loving pat on the head. “I found the raider.” He answers in the same language you spoke.

“Who are you talking to? Who is that?!” The baby Space Wolf growled in Gothic, wriggling ineffectually in Joth’s hold.

Joth grabbed the younger Astarte by the back of his neck and shook him a little “You behave. That is the owner of these lands, and the animal you tried to steal.” WIth that he trotted up to the porch, firmly holding onto the wiggly young Astarte, who wasn’t going to escape his grasp unless the thousands of years old World Eater let him go. Khorne’s Blessings of strength and endurance far outweighed what the whelp could muster up.

You look at the rough fur-clothing covered young Space Wolf struggling in his hands, a small smile appearing on your face “Do you know how long he’s been on Earth?”

Joth shook his head “No, but from what little he said, he hasn’t been here long. Naughty puppy has been eating your livestock that has gone missing, I’ll bet. He was trying to take a goat when Maisie yelled at him.”

“Joth, dearheart, he’s a person. What’s your name? Does he speak English?” You respond, having a sigh and shake your head a little “Bring him inside. I’ll heat up some leftovers for him to eat. He looks like he’s half-starved. No wonder he was going after my animals. Especially if he doesn’t know about the base he could visit for food and clothing if he felt like it.”

“Space Wolf youngling.” Joth huffed, glaring down at the wiggly Blood Claw. He snapped “What is your name, puppy?”

You sigh as you go get your cellphone “He’s still a person. I’m going to call the after-hours astartes response line for the closest Loyalist base in Gannet Point - unless. Is he a renegade? He’s not odd enough to be a chaos marine, I think.”

“As if I would tell you that, Traitor! You might do some sort of horrible ritual to fuck me up, or steal my identity if I told you! Who is this baseline mortal who cavorts with traitors! I-” The baby Space Wolf began to shout. 

“Loyalist puppy.” The Chaos astartes acknowledged in English. He then readjusted his grip on the Blood Claw so that he was covering the other’s mouth. An Astartes could accidentally injure the hearing of a mortal if he wasn’t careful, and Joth had encountered enough Blood Claws to know that the rough and tumble little lunatic pups were seldom careful.  “Shush. No yelling in the house.” He shook the growling pup who was trying to bite through his armored gauntlets with just enough force to get him to settle down.

“Alright. Nearest loyalist base it is. Do you think he’ll eat anything I try to give him? Or will he growl at me and refuse?” You muse as you press the numbers to the on-call phone number, knowing it by heart by now. 

“Probably would refuse. Keeps calling me a traitor, among other things, when I let him talk.” Joth answered, able to hold the squirming Blood Claw in his hands as he waited for you to make the phone call.

~

In less than ten minutes after you made the call, despite the fact that your farm was over an hour away from Gannet point by car ride, there was a mixed squad of Loyalists. Two were Ultramarines, one was a Salamander, and the remaining two were Space Wolves. 

The Blood Claw had tried and failed to escape Joth’s implacable grip the entire time, making angry little growling and whining noises behind the hand that kept his vocalizations quiet. Maisie had decided to stop growling at him just before the squad of loyalists had arrived.

“Sargeant Amicus, thank you for coming so quickly. I’m aware that it’s terribly early in the morning, but this particular Astartes has likely been stealing my chickens for the better part of the week and he looks half-starved.” You murmur, greeting the lead Astartes, the slightly smaller Ultramarine.

“It’s our duty to take care of issues like this. Especially when Brothers or Cousins are causing such problems. Faffnir, Ulric, would you mind retrieving the Blood Claw from Joth?” The Sargeant answered with a small, professional smile, gesturing to the two Space Wolves.

Ultric and Faffnir each grabbed one of the younger Wolf’s arms, with the latter saying “We’ve got the pup… You were a lot gentler with him than I expected you’d be.”

Joth shrugged “He is young and dumb. Nothing wrong with that, and I have been learning that kindness is not weakness here on Terra.”

“... Fair enough. No biting, you little shit!” Ulric answered, sharply reprimanding the Blood Claw as the young Wolf attempted to chomp one of the hands restraining him. 

“The muzzle I was brought here with should fit him well enough.” Joth remarked lightly as he loomed over the trio of Space Wolves “I would be willing to let you borrow it.”

“.. No, I think he’s finished being bitey, right? You’re going to be a good Scout and not try and cause more mischief, right?” Faffnir rumbled, his voice going low and growly.

The youngest Space Wolf let out a low, unhappy whine before looking away from Faffnir, his body going limp “Yes sirs… Why are we not murdering the heretic?”

“That will be explained later. Off we go, pup.” Ulric hummed before he and Faffnir dragged the Blood Claw away.

“As he is a loyalist, please send us a bill of how many animals he killed to feed himself, and you will be recompensed for it. I am aware that you’d rather have the a animals back, but money is all we are able to offer at this time. Though perhaps, after the young one has settled into Terra and how things run here, we could have him work on your farm as partial recompense, if you would be comfortable about that?” Sergeant AMicus asks you.

Joth’s tail swishes back and forth in agitation at the thought of that and he crosses his arms. He is scowling at the floor, but doesn’t saying anything.

“A tempting offer, but I would rather have the money, sergeant.” You answer honestly, shaking your head a little.

“As you say.” The Ultramarine acknowledged before turning and leaving, the other marines leaving behind him.

You wait until you’re sure that the Loyalist Marine sare out of hearing range before you smile warmly up at Joth and move in close. You gently touch one of his arms so that he is looking at you as you say “You did really well tonight, Joth. You protected my animals. You didn’t hurt the other marine, just restrained him so that ye wouldn’t cause more problems , and you were very patient.”

Joth beams at your praise and kneels down, lowering his head.

You smile warmly, knowing what he ias asking of you without words, and you gently pat his head, mindful of the Nails still digging into his skull. You press a kiss to his forehead “I mean it, Joth. You did very well.”

You hear the happy thump-thump-thump of Joth’s tail hitting your floorboards as he leans a little more into your head-pats. “I tried to be gentle, like you said I should be.” He rumbles.

You can hear the smile in his voice and you give him a couple more kisses on the forehead “And you succeeded. Well done, Joth.” You murmur as you try and fail to stop a tired yawn from leaving you.

HIs large, warm arms come up to gently encircle you, hugging you close. “Rest. I will protect, alongside your guard dogs.” His voice had an almost lyrical quality to it, and you nod sleepily, closing your eyes and allowing Joth to carry you up to your room and tuck you into bed.

[am-i-interrupting]

Baby Shark | Vox x OATSH Reader

No prior knowledge of the series required other than reader is an overlord & Vox is new to Hell.

Summary: Vox has plans, big plans, that he finally tells you. Of course, this is only after he procured a hammerhead pup.

You were curious, intrigued by what Vox had in store. All you’d gotten was a slightly cryptic phone call where he’d sounded nearly giddy, promising a surprise. If you’d meet him at his home.

You waited outside the building. Vox’s home currently wasn’t too luxurious. It was rather simple but nice. He was doing well for someone who’d only been in Hell for seven years.

He’d gone up rather quickly. He started as a commercial actor. Then he’d gotten bumped up to doing guest star roles in shows. Now he was a night show host, just like he’d been in life.

You knew he was working on things. Things he wasn’t exactly telling you. He would let you read documents over his shoulder as he worked on them in his office but would never answer your questions when you asked. He would claim that you’d figure out soon enough.

Maybe this was one of those things.

He pulled up in front of the house in an electric blue thunderbird. He got out of the car and spun around as the door closed, a big grin on his face.

“You are not ready for this,” he said as he went to the passenger side.

“What is it?” you asked as you moved behind him but he turned you around.

“Go inside,” he said. “I’ll follow you in a moment.”

Your smiled at him, a bit bemused by his behavior. It was a truly rare thing to see him look and act so excited. Still, you followed his request and pulled out your copy of his key.

Going inside you were immediately confused. There was an empty aquarium against the wall which hadn’t been there before.

What exactly was he doing?

He didn’t give you long to ponder as he came inside with a basket. It was filled with blankets. Wet blankets.

He closed the door with his foot but he didn’t let it slam like he normally would. Instead it clicked softly.

He leaned the basket so it tilted towards you. “He fell asleep on the car ride,” Vox said.

You looked down in the basket and put your hands over your mouth to stop any noise from coming out. “You got a pet shark?”

His smile expanded.

“Where are you putting it?”

“In the aquarium,” he said with a motion to the new addition.

“It’s gonna get big, Vox.”

“I know, but I’ve been doing the calculations,” he said as he gently placed the basket on his coffee table. “I also have a plan. At the rate I’m currently going though, it’s only a matter of time before I can climb the ranks to be if not as high as you then almost.

“I’ve managed to get several contracted souls—“

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“—and I am currently working on pitching several movie adaptations of your books. I hope you don’t mind that I forged your signature. Getting those green lit will bring eyes on not just you but the up and coming director who you allowed to adapt your books to film. Therefore it’ll bring eyes to other works of mine and by proxy myself. Bringing in more people who are likely to be interested in a contract for certain benefits.”

“You’ve been forging my signature?”

“Unimportant.”

“You are aware you could have just asked. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? These are big things, Vox.”

“I just wanted to surprise you,” he said.

The silent “impress you” was left just that, silent and unspoken.

You shook your head as you walked closer to him. “Well, you’ve certainly succeeded,” you told him.

You grabbed onto his jacket lapels and pulled him down into a kiss. He wrapped his hands around your waist. He tugged you closer.

A tiny little yawn sounding through the air broke your embrace. You looked down at the pup. It stretched out on the wet blankets. You acted on impulse and ran your finger down it’s smooth torso. It sniffed your hand.

“And how exactly do you expect to have the space for a fully grown shark?” you asked. “Maybe it’s a land shark but they still need a lot of water.”

“I’ve been plotting some ideas,” he said. “There is an overlord or two on that darling little list of yours, isn’t there?”

You thought of your list. Your list of people who toed the line of your moral code. There was an overlord on the list. Not yet bad enough to eliminate but getting there.

“Perhaps.”

“Why don’t you let me take care of that one, hm?”

You looked back at Vox. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“And I don’t plan on it.”

It was Vox’s turn to reach out and pet the pup. He scooped it up and looked at it with awe covering his features. He had always loved sharks.

“His name is Vark,” he said as he placed the pup on a rock that sat above the water level.

Immediately though he dove underneath the water and began stretching his fins.

“Vark,” you repeated. “As in shark or bark?”

[st4rstudent]

Some toons OCs

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Vox, do you name your sharks?

-starstruck anon

"How heartless do you think I am? Of course I name my sharks!

"There's Vark, who's a hammerhead, and is the first shark I ever got, back when he was a pup. Vite's my other hammerhead - he was a little bit older when I got him, so he didn't imprint on me quite the same way Vark did, but he's still my baby! I got Vex and Vin next - both great whites. And then they had Vida, after a year or so."

[cherryblossombabies]

The Vees As Caregivers HCs

🦋-Valentino

has no idea what he's doing

will shut up his fussy little by just shoving a paci in their mouth

someone wants him while he's playing with little!reader: "Fucking wait! Ay, mijo/mija, can you believe their audacity to interrupt us?"

really more of a babysitter of vox and/or velvette's little i feel

calls you: mijo/mija, mariposa, lovebug, poofball

his little's favorite shows/movies are: elena of alavor, wish, encanto, sofia the first

Better with toddler regressors than baby regressors- how does he help someone who can't tell him what they need?!

spoils his little with snacks

mismatched clothes 24/7. do not trust this man to pick out your outfits

🎀-Velvette

definitely spoils her little the most

auntie vel fr fr

best fashion sense for littles

posts her little on social media 24/7 (unless they're not okay with it)

really good with clingy regressors- like she's constantly with you if she can be

will bring you to overlord meetings

she will get you into broadway shows whether you like it or not

her littles favorite shows/movies: Doc Mcstuffins, Ugly Dolls, allll the barbie movies, Monster High

What she calls you: BabyDoll, little gremlin, darling, bean

📺Vox-

probably your primary caregiver

he will pass on his shark hyperfixation onto you

screen limits? pssh, unless his little is having headaches or their eyes are bloodshot the kid can have all the screentime they want

he does monitor your activity however

he will literally hide you behind him when alastor comes close

vox's little loves to bite (and will cry if scolded)

entire snack pantry in little!reader's room.

vox's little is a spoiled brat

tonssss of shark things.

like

your entire bedroom/nursery is shark themed

vox's little LOVES vark

can you tell vox is my favorite

what he calls you: spark, biter, prince/princess/prinxe, little shark, shark pup

vox's little is probably a ocean themed sinner of some sort

his little's favorite shows/movies: Nemo, Octonauts,Pokémon, Bluey, Wild Kratts

a/n: would y'all like to see alastor cg headcanons next?

[askradiostatic]

(Gives Vox a lemon shark pup with four legs, but only if it’s okay with the mod of this blog.)

Here you go, she can survive both in and out of the water. I hope you feel better!

*GAAAAAASP*

"Vox, no, you already have so many-"

"FUCK YOU, IF ALASTOR GETS A CAT, I GET THIS!"

Vox has a lemon shark pup

[dimneo1010]

leaving a tiny headcanon drabble here but

baby vox crawls in circles bc

1. stimulation

2. motor skills developed

3. the children yearn for the circle

4. shark pup brain

5. must chase shark tail

grown-ass vox runs on all fours in circles bc

1. helps him think

2. stress relief

3. electrical source when the power is out

4. shark pup brain

5. must chase shark tail

I agree with all of these above but adult Vox doesn't really go feral as much. He tends to do that when he's in his demon form, though. Shark insticts take over

[mayashesfly]

Headcanon that Vox had actually been extremely terrified of sharks when he was alive. When he had found out about his more shark like characteristics at first, it had been a shock for him.

He wanted to get over his fear of sharks though since it's unbecoming of him to be so afraid about a part of himself.

So Valentino gifted him the most adorable and silliest shark he could find for Vox, Vark.

Vox was apprehensive at first but appreciated and extremely touched by Valentino's efforts for him.

And when he finally touched Vark for the very first time?

A vague memory of his childhood flashes before his eyes.

Before he smiled down at his new pup, adoring the way Vark's skin felt through his fingers.

Perhaps sharks aren't so bad after all.