#human vox x reader smut

[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.

[jazzmasternot]

It’s gotten bad

[simpsdept]

Velvette x female model reader smut

“Good Job Doll~”

A/n: damn yall like these writing huh? Well I ain’t stopping you lol! I hope this was alright!

(Requested by: egg boi on AO3)

Warning: mean/soft velvette, bottom reader, fingering, rough sex, voice kink, hair tugging(light), cussing, touching bodies sexually without permission, praise kink, soft sex, eating someone out, gay sex

You were a model for velvette. Just a girl trying to make some cash, well you thought. It turns out your velvettes ‘favorite’ model. She’s always making excuses and firing her other models so your her main focus. At first you honestly thought it was just a friendship thing, but you slowly started to realize it wasn’t, it was more….sexual.

It started off with simple touches and praises, playing with your hair or touching your curves playfully, then it got more demanding. And her words sounded more sexual and suggestive. You didn’t mind it though, you kinda enjoyed the attention from the young overlord, she never failed to make you blush.

One day she came into the dressing room with you and handed you an outfit. “Try this on please darling, I need to see how absolutely stunning you’ll look in it.” She flirted lightly. She handed you a short dress that had her signature colors.

“Yes ma’am.” You obey your boss. You strip off your clothes, getting undressed in front of her was normal for all the models. Velvette was scanning and looking at every inch of your body secretly as you put the short dress on.

She walked over to you and smirked. “Oh it looks gorgeous! We have to take a picture” she said and pulled out her phone for a selfie, wrapping her arm around your waist tightly, making you blush. She takes the picture and giggled a little. “Oh you look so adorable in this picture!”

“Thank you..” you say sheepishly. She seemed to notice your nervousness and smirked.

“Oh come now dear, your gorgeous. In fact. I can show you how gorgeous you truly are~” she said seductively as she traced your breasts. You couldn’t help but blush, even if this was normal. Before you could speak up she grabbed your hips and forced you onto the vanity.

“What are you doing?” You ask Velvette, blushing intensely.

“Giving you an award for your hard work dear~” she said seductively, her accent felt so nice to hear with that tone..you didn’t try to get away or anything..you stayed there, you couldn’t help but admit you wanted it..and velvette noticed.

“Oh? You’re a good girl aren’t you? Allowing your hot, stunning boss to award you~?” Velvette smirked and started to grope your breast, causing you to let out a soft gasp in pleasure. “There we go..” Velvette smirked, and didn’t hold back. She started to kiss you hungrily, she’s been waiting for this moment for so long, and she finally had you at her mercy.

You moan and kiss back, carefully caressing her face as she did so. Velvette’s tongue forcefully entered your mouth and you moaned and closed your eyes, your tongues swirling and intertwining together. She pulled away, strands of saliva connecting your lips, and looked at your body more.

You pant at the kiss, trying to catch your breath but she started to kiss you again more tough, causing you to tug and keep a tight grasp on her hair and whimper. She chuckled lightly at the whimper, loving the soft noises you made.

She moved fast, pushing you all the way up to the vanity mirror with how much force she was using to kiss you, eventually open mouth kissing, your tongues still mixing together. She finally pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath, but not for long. She immediately got on her knees and put her head under the dress she made you put on earlier. You blush and spoke up. “U-uh what are you doing..?”

“Oh don’t worry dear..I’m just treating you with your reward..it won’t hurt..that much.” She looked up at you one last time and then went back under your dress..pulling your panties off. You blush out of embarrassment and arousal, as Velvette chuckles at your already fully aroused pussy. “Oh such a good girl..so ready for me…”

She kissed your thighs and trialed up them to your throbbing and needy cunt, you let out a whiny and needy moan, hands threatening to grasp her hair again. “Please Velvette..”. You beg.

“Call me ma’am.” She demanded before she could continue, she wanted you to still call her ma’am, it did make her feel more in control.

“Please ma’am..please..” you beg again, leaning your head against the vanity’s mirror.

“Please what?” She looked up from under the dress, smirking, she lived playing with you..she found it amusing.

“Please let me cum..please” you begged whiningly. That was enough to satisfy Velvette, as she planted her skilled mouth onto your wet and ready pussy. You let out a gasp and arch your back and hips off the vanity, hands clinging onto the vanity’s edge, you moan and forced your hips into her face more.

She moaned against your pussy, tasting your sweet nectar, it sent vibrations through you that made you shiver and moan. She used one of her hands to push your legs apart more, and the other was teasing your soaked entrance. You were left begging and pleading for her to enter you.

You gasp as she thrusted three fingers in at first into your tight little pussy. She was desperate. She has been wanting to do this for a long time to you. She thrusted in and out more roughly, but not enough to cause severe pain. You let out quiet cry’s and yelps, your eyes rolling back as she found your g-spot and hit it repeatedly with her skilled fingers. “In so close…” you whispered and panted softly.

“That’s it..be a good girl and cum for me..” veovette said, thrusting her fingers rougher and rougher. You let out a longer cry as you cum onto her fingers. She quickly licked the white liquid off of herself, and then placed her mouth on your entrance, milking out every last drop of cum. You pant. Your body quivering out of ecstasy. You opened your cloudy eyes and looked down at her. She stands up and licks her slightly cum covered face, then smirked back at you.

“Good job, doll~”

[voxslays]

Can you do one where Reader and Vox are having a day off together and Reader sees Vox takes his jacket off and he's in his undervest and things escalate from there as Vox uses that handsome voice of his?

Finally getting to this request from October…and sorry this is so short y’all! I’m exhausted and didn’t want to miss a day, so I hope this is ok! It’ll be better tomorrow I promise!

SWEATER WEATHER

It was cold in Vox’s monitor room. Wether it was to keep himself and the electronics from heating up, for the many sharks swimming in the waters below, or just to torment you, it didn’t matter. All you could think of was the way Vox looked in that damned white button up. Vox was attempting to browse through the various voxtek security cameras he had scattered around the city—no doubt looking for Alastor. Yet all you could look at was the curve of his toned abs from under his shirt.

Vox watches as you zone out in your chair, and smirks slightly, knowing exactly what you're thinking. His eyes glitch momentarily, betraying his inner turmoil—being alone is starting to wear on him too. Sure, he has Velvette and Valentino, and his assistants, but they were different compared to you. "Something… interesting catching your attention?" He asks, his suave showman act still on full display.

Hearing his voice, you are instantly snapped out of your trance—and are forced to now anxiously explain yourself. Great. “I was just staring into space, sorry.” You clear your throat awkwardly. Vox's gaze lingers on you for a moment, his expression unreadable. He then turns back to the monitors, his fingers flying across the controls as he continues his search. After a moment, he speaks again, his voice low and even. "Save it. I know what you were looking at."

“Uh- what exactly!?” You say anxiously, praying that playing dumb will save you this time as you quickly rise from the black office chair. He turns around slowly in his large blue swivel chair, those glitching eyes fixed on you with an unsettling intensity. "The same thing everyone seems to be looking at when they think I'm not noticing." Valentino, you think angrily. Vox stands up smoothly, approaching you with deliberate steps. “Uhm…” You trail off awkwardly, not sure of what to say next.

Vox stops in front of you, his presence imposing as he folds his hands behind his back. "Your eyes. They always give it away. You were staring at my chest, weren't you?" He challenges, his expression serious. “Maybe.” Vox laughs coolly. What was that supposed to mean? “Vox, I’m sorry!” You apologize. “I didn’t mean to-”

He suddenly steps closer, his hand catching you at the waist. "You think I don't want this? You think I haven't noticed how you look at me?" His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "You think I don't remember how soft your lips were in that brief kiss…" You sigh. “I thought that was an accident.” You admit, remembering back to the day you had fallen face first into Vox and accidentally kissed him on the lips? Screen? You weren’t really sure.

Vox’s screen flickers with blue light. His red eyes looking you up and down, remembering that accidental kiss all too well. "Was it? You tell me." He pulls you closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist. "Let's try it again, shall we?" Without warning, he leans down, pressing his lips softly against yours. His touch is surprisingly gentle for someone who looks so intimidating. He pulls back slightly to gauge your reaction, his eyes flickering nervously "Too much?" His voice is barely above a whisper. “No.” You breathe, your voice almost a whisper. A small smirk forms on his lips as he reaches up to trace your cheek with his finger "Good."

[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!!!! ✨️

👆 Art by @peach-flavored-flambe ����

[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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Alastor

Affection

Princess Treatment

Casual Possessiveness

Quality Time Toegther (Dates)

Acts of Service

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3rd Trend

Funny/Sweet/Cute Things He Does

Bonus

Lucifer

Affection

Princess Treatment

Casual Possessiveness

Quite Time Together (Dates)

Acts of Service

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2nd Trend

3rd Trend

Funny/Sweet/Cute Things He Does

Bonus

Vox

Affection

Princess Treatment

Casual Possessiveness

Quality Time Together (Dates)

Acts of Serivce

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2nd Trend

3rd Trend

Funny/Sweet/Cute Things He Does

Bonus

Adam

Affection

Princess Treatment

Casual Possessiveness

Quality Time Together (Dates)

Acts of Service

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2nd Trend

3rd Trend

Funny/Swet/Cute Things He Does

Bonus

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.

[greenandsorrow]

Stay at the Hazbin Hotel!

Alastor

Drabbles

Lashes TED talk

I don't want to set the world on fire /sfw

Innocence, interrupted. - Alastor x fem!bunny!reader/ sfw (🦋)

Headcanons

Her manchild - Alastor with a fem!reader/ (n)sfw

Oneshots

"This face was made for radio." - Alastor x gn!deaf!reader/ platonic (🦋)

The world we knew. - human!Alastor x fem!reader/ sfw

Morning wood. - rut!Alastor x gn!reader/ smut

An obscene faith - nun!Alastor x fem!reader/ smut (🦋)

Give you what you like - nun!Alastor x fem!reader/ smut

Multi chap

The price for misbehaving - rut!Alastor x gn!reader/ nsfw, smutty

The fox - Alastor x fem!fox!reader/ platonic

Angel Dust

Oneshots

The late bloomer - Angel Dust x gn!virgin!reader/ smut (🦋)

"Who hurt my Tony?" - Angel Dust x fem!bestie!reader/ platonic, fluff (🦋)

Vox

Headcanons

Her manchild - Vox with a fem!reader/ (n)sfw

Oneshots

It can be gentle - Vox x gn!coquette!reader/ mostly sfw, fluff SOON

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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 😔”

[simpsdept]

Adam x fem reader smut.

Words: 948

“On Top?”

A/n: hi! Okay another smut oneshot, hopefully this ones okay, I’m not attracted to males so it was a little difficult, but hopefully it turned out alright! Also I didn’t get any request for what the gender was so I made in a female reader since that’s easier.

(Requested by Anosquid on AO3)

Warnings: cock riding, size difference, blow jobs, biting, hair pulling, submissive Adam, cussing, insults, bondage, orgasm denial

You and your oh so holy boyfriend, Adam, were a pretty…chaotic couple. He’s like a teenager who never matured, but you deal with it since you love him. He’s actually very immature during normal conversations, which led you too right now. You, pinning him down on the bed.

“Wow wow babe, chill won’t you? It was just a small little comment” he smirked, not taking this seriously like always. You roll your eyes, sitting on his lap. All he understood was that he’d get a good time with you, not caring about his little immature and rude comments towards you.

“You need to stop being such a bitch so often babe, learn how to fucking chill” He blurted out at you. And with that you roughly pull off his mask and kiss him harshly on the lips, it caught him off guard for a a second but kissed back with the same amount of force. He grabbed your hips and bucked his own hips at you like the whore he is. You slap his hands off of your hips harshly, making him put his hands down a little confused, you always liked it when he touched your hips.

You force your tongue into his mouth, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. He was struggling to keep up with your tongue, getting frustrated and wanting to be the dominant, trying to push you off of him, though you wouldn’t let him. You forcefully pin his hands down, winning dominance with your tongue. You grab some gold ropes and tied it around his wrists, then against the head board, he let out a growl of annoyance.

“Uhh, what the fuck are you doing?” he narrowed his eyes, but didn’t try to move or escape the ropes.

“Teaching you a little lesson” You respond and bit his neck harshly, he let out a surprised groan, looking down a little, and you forcefully grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it to make his head go back up so his neck was exposed.

“Ow! You bitch be careful!” , He snarled at you. You ignored him, after all he does this often. And you but his neck more, leaving him to grunt and groan, turning on fast.

You could feel his member twitch in his clothes, feeling it hard against your ass. You continue to attack his neck, leaving no part untouched. After your done biting his sensitive neck, you move lower, pulling off his shirt and pants slowly to trade and make him mad, and you succeeded.

“Ugh! Hurry up bitch we don’t have all day”, he said frustrated, you take off his boxers and he immediately bucked his hips up, you grumble and hold them down.

“Be patient.” , you growl at him, you wrap your hand around his pulsing member, making him moan a little dramatically. You put your mouth near his cock and teasingly licked the tip, he groaned, trying to buck his hips more but your hand held them down. You finally put your mouth over his tip, sucking and licked it as you bob your head up and down. He moaned and smirked, closing his eyes.

“Oh ho ho…yea that’s it..taste that dick” Adam exclaimed as he bucked his hips into your mouth, you took in his cock more, feeling him about to cum soon from your skilled mouth, but you were going to let him get off that easy. So right before he was about to cum, you pulled your mouth off off of him.

His eyes widened, you have never denied him before. “H-hey! Get your mouth back on there bitch!” He narrowed his eyes, you put your mouth back on his cock, sucking again, allowing him to get close to an orgasm, but then denying it again.

He growled again and kept insulting and commanding you to continue. You did this again about 7 times, now he was frustrated and needy, starting to beg you for an orgasm.

“Please please please bitch! Just let me cum already! Is this any way you treat the first soul in heaven?!” He yelled, a little whiny.

You decided to finally give him what he’d been begging for the last 2 hours. You took off your own pants and panties, tossing them to the side and grabbed his member, as you started to lower yourself. You gasp at his size, moaning as you slowly take him in.

He let out a relieved sigh as he felt his member enter your tight pussy. “Ohhh yea….thats great..” he groaned..bucking his hips already and not giving you any time to adjust. You gasp and try to hold his hips down. But the pleasure was taking over you.

You throw your head back and closer your eyes while moaning as his member hit your g-spot over and over again. Your groan and gasp, his sounds being heard as well. His wrists started to get rope burned from the ropes holding them together, you grind your hips harder together, skin slapping together as your tight pussy tightens around his thick member.

He lets out a moan and bucks his hips wildly into yours, you both let out a cry of ecstasy, his warm seed shooting into you. You cum onto his member. Panting as you rest your hands on his chest. He smirked and spoke up. “That was great wasn’t it?” He said a little sadistic. “Now untie me so I can return the favor” he smirked..it was going to be a long night.

[voxslays]

The night I lost you

Feauturing >>> Alastor x Reader; In which you find out your husband is a serial killer, but before you can act, it’s already too late.

Warnings: Gore, Murder, Alastor being a serial killer, Your throat being slit, Death!

A/N: Surprisingly no smut in this one! I steered more towards goretober, so yay…? I might write a part two. Who knows?

Part Two

You sat in bed, curled up while reading a classic of American Literature; Little Women. You were waiting for your husband, Alastor to get home since he was coming home late tonight. Soon enough you heard the creak, signaling the front door had been opened and a few moments later, you see Alastor walk into your shared bedroom. He didn't speak. Just walked in and got dressed, brushed his teeth, and ready for bed. He looked tired and stressed. When he lied down, his back was turned away from you. No words spoken. You tried to tap his shoulder to see if he was okay, but he just nudged it away with his shoulder. A heavy and tired sigh was heard from him. "Not now dear."  He finally spoke in a tired and slightly agitated tone.

You rolled over, hugging one of your pillows as you drifted off into sleep. After a long, tense moment, Alastor's body relaxed slightly. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, his usually vibrant eyes dimmed with exhaustion. You unconsciously move away from him. Alastor watches as you move away from him, curling up on the other side of the bed. He hesitates, then reaches out to touch your shoulder gently. He leaves his hand on your shoulder for a moment, his fingers softly tracing small circles on your skin. Then, with a sigh, he removes his hand and turns back around, facing the wall once more.

An hour passes in silence, the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing and occasional snore, and Alastor's sporadic sighs. Finally, he seems to reach a breaking point, his exhaustion and stress overwhelming him. ​​He sits up abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he mutters under his breath. He gets out of bed and begins pacing around the room, his movements jerky and agitated. You are woken from your slumber by his heavy footsteps. You slowly sit up and look at him, “What are you doing…?” You ask in a half-asleep, groggy voice. 

Alastor stops pacing and turns to face you, his eyes wild and frustrated. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He just stands there, staring at you with a mixture of anger and desperation. "I can't... I can't do this anymore." Alastor’s breaths grow heavier. “What do you mean?” You ask anxiously. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He sits down heavily on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. "This, us, this life. I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending everything is okay." His voice is low and strained, with dark undertones you don't dare to question. “Wait, is something wrong between us!?” You ask, starting to panic. 

Alastor looks up, his expression unreadable. He hesitates before speaking. "No, no, it's not you. It's…” He pauses, “everything else. The pressure, the secrets, the constant lies. It's all just become too much. I feel like I'm drowning, and I can't breathe." His breath hitches. “What secrets?” You ask suspiciously, blissfully unaware of the supposed ‘secrets’ he had been hiding. Alastor sighs heavily, rubbing his temples. "There are so many secrets, so many things I'm not telling you. Things I can't tell you. It's tearing me apart. I feel like I'm living a double life, and it's driving me crazy." As soon as he confesses, your mind can only think of one thing; He must be cheating. “Are you cheating on me?” You ask quietly. 

Alastor’s head snaps up, his eyes wide with shock and horror at your accusation. "No! God no, I would never. I could never." He reaches out to grab your hands, holding them tightly. "You have to believe me, I'm not cheating on you." He says, reassuring you. Alastor hesitates for a short few moments, torn between the desire to unburden himself and the need to protect you. He bites his lip, deliberating before speaking. "Promise me you won't tell anyone. Promise me you'll keep this a secret, no matter what." His eyes search yours, pleading.

“I promise.” Your voice filled with hope. If Alastor wasn't cheating, what else could he have done? Nothing too bad. He was a sweetheart. Alastor takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly. "I'm not who you think I am. I'm not just a charming, charismatic man. I've done things... terrible things.” He says. You scoff. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.” You say, your voice sugary sweet as you rub his back reassuringly. Alastor lets out a harsh, mirthless laugh. He turns to face you, taking your hands in his. He looks at you with such a deranged and daffy look in his eyes.  "It's that bad. It's worse. I've hurt people. I've killed people." Alastor starts to smile. A wide, psychotic smile. 

Your eyes widen in shock. You knew Alastor always had an eccentric personality—but this? You were expecting something minor, like tax fraud. You had never expected your charming husband to be a serial killer. You focus back into reality as he continues, his voice low and urgent. "It started as self-defense, then protection of others. But it spiraled out of control. The rush, the power... it became addictive." He squeezes your hands almost painfully. "I'm a monster, mon chéri.” Alastor says as if it's an accomplishment. 

“You- You’re the bayou butcher…?” Your breath hitches, praying your beloved husband will say it's all a joke, a sick twisted prank. You watch as Alastor searches your face, trying to gauge your reaction. “Yes.” He admits, laughing psychotically. He stands abruptly, moving away from you. His body is tense, ready to fight. "If you breathe a word of this, I'll have to..." Alastor slowly examines his knife in the moonlight.

“I know I did not marry a serial killer.” You laugh, still thinking this was some sick prank. After all, Alastor was always one for jokes…right…? There was no way.

He stares at you, his expression unreadable. He seems to be trying to decide whether you're joking or serious. "Mon amour, I'm not kidding. I've killed at least 50 people since I was 16. Et j'ai apprécié" His manic smile returns. Suddenly realization sinks in. Alastor is a killer. He isn’t joking. All of those innocent people who have gone missing over the past year…they were all Alastor—the man who you had called your husband for over three years. This was no good-natured chaff. This was all real. You pinch yourself to make sure this isn't a nightmare–but to your horror—it isn’t.

“You are a terrible person.” You say through gritted teeth. Alastor lets out a bitter laugh, "I fooled everyone.”  He looks at his knife, then at you, then puts the knife away. He sighs, rubbing his temples. "But I do love you, mon chéri. And that's why I'm going to have to get rid of you." He pulls out the knife again, his hand shaking slightly. "It's for the best." Alastor smiles wickedly. 

“What-? Wait Alastor! Please!” You beg as he brings the knife closer and pushes you into the soft mattress. He pauses, his hand trembling as he grips the knife tighter. "Mon ange...don't make this harder than it has to be. I don't want to hurt you." His eyes are filled with a conflicted, almost pained expression. "But I will if I have to." You know he’s lying. You know he will kill you, but you try to convince yourself otherwise. “You’re not serious.” You say, your voice quivering in fear. Alastor looks at you, his face contorted in a mix of anger and sadness. "I've never been more serious in my life.” It's too late. He has already decided your fate. “I'm sorry, darling. So sorry." He takes a step closer to you, the knife held out in front of him. "Close your eyes."

You decide it's too late to save him, so you might as well save yourself. You get up from the bed, and run past him, out the bedroom door. Alastor watches you run out of the room, a mix of confusion and anger on his face. "Darling come back! Don't be silly, mon chéri!" Alastor pinches the bridge of his nose. He throws the knife across the room in frustration, before chasing after you. "Y/N, STOP!" You keep running, through the kitchen and study, all the way to the front door. Alastor bursts into the hallway just in time to see you disappearing around the corner. "Shit!" He sprints after you, his heavy footfalls echoing through the house. "Y/N, I'm warning you! Stop running before someone gets hurt!" He yells, his voice booming across the kitchen.

You quickly get the front door open, the cold of the fall breeze seeming to bite at your cheeks. Alastor rounds the corner and sees you stepping out the front door. "Y/N, NO!" He lunges forward, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back into the house. He slams the door shut and locks it, trapping you both inside. He spins you around to face him, his hands gripping your arms tightly. "NO, Y/N! Listen to me!" His eyes are wild with a dangerous intensity. "I can't let you go. I won't." He leans in close, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. 

​Alastor pulls the knife from his pocket and holds it to your throat, his hand shaking slightly. "I'm sorry, ma chéri. But it has to be this way.”  He presses the blade harder against your throat, drawing a small bead of blood. “I have no other choice." You can sense the anger and malevolence in his voice. “Please Alastor!” Tears fill your eyes. His face contorts in pain, torn between his love for you and his twisted urges. "I'm so sorry, Darling.” His hand tightens around the hilt of the knife, his arm muscles flexing as he begins to pull it across your throat. "Forgive me…” You let out a scream as you choke on your own blood. Alastor watches, his face blank.

Your body goes limp in his arms, face wet with tears. Your neck, collarbone, and upper chest covered with blood. Alastor gently lowers your lifeless body to the ground. He kneels beside you, stroking your hair gently. "I'm so sorry, ma chéri. I never wanted to hurt you." He leans down and kisses your cold forehead, saying goodbye to your now lifeless corpse forever. 

Part Two

[jyoongim]

Jyoongim’s Horny Game

Hi everyone! I’m Jyoongim and WELCOME TO THE SHOW✨

GUYS 2K plus????? IM GONNA CRY!!!!

In response I would like to show my appreciation to all my followers for showing love and support my blog and writings by letting y’all run wild!

I saw @okay-babe do something like this and I thought it would be fun and give it a spin hehe! 

✨INFORMATION✨

This is mainly for Alastor x reader requests but any HH character is welcomed (not Valentino he can choke or Husker just because I think of him as a tired uncle lol)

THERE WILL BE NO WORD COUNT - I am lazy sorry guys ;(

There is NO limit on how many times you play!!!

HERES MY MASTERLIST/TAGLIST comment here for future work postings📻❤️

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Here’s how to play!

SPIN THE WHEEL! This color coded wheel will decide the category of your prompt. (Color system is below as well to help)

2.) Select a prompt. SPIN THIS WHEEL! There are 4 prompt lists I have provided to pick from! Feel free to use the prompt list for inspiration MIX AND MATCH prompts if you like.

⚠️limit to mix/match is 2 per request⚠️

➡️Prompt #1

➡️Prompt #2

➡️Prompt #3

➡️Prompt #4

3.) Send in your request per inbox as usual. You can be anon or make yourself be known (your decision).

❗️use correct color when sending request❗️

▶️ I HAVE A COLOR SYSTEM TO HELP US WITH EXAMPLES⤵️

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Below is the color system and what it includes:

🟢: Fluff-sweet,cute, makes you cringe

cuddles, hand-holding, hugs, domestic, kisses, hugs, appreciation, romance, lovey-dovey shit

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🟡: Saucey-fluff but you felt something

Obvious feelings, mutual pining, admission of feelings, keep it cute 

‘example: their hands brushed and they quickly pulled away blushing’

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🟠: Flavor-you tease!

teasing, tension, banter, flirting, stealing glances

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🔴: Mild-its getting hot!

Sexual tension! high emotions, realization of feelings

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💥: Mild Spicy-oh you like that?

Plot! smut! Introduction of kinks!

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🟣: Spicy-give it to me good!

Usual smut with plot *sprinkle sprinkle*

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🔵 : Extra Spicy- what did i just read?

smut and no plot 

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⚫️: Uncharted-you need a therapist & God babe

Every single morally gray scenario & kink possible. 

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT!!

(Kinks however ARE limited by writer’s discretion)

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I look forward to see what you guys requests and thank you again for all the love! Xoxo 😘

MASTER/TAG LIST IS LINKED!!!

[alastorsbookie10228]

Hey! I hear you want some requests so I have one:

Tell me what got you into HH and if you have a fave character or ship or dynamic!

Also, if you want to, do you have any personal predictions/ hopes/ wishes/ dreams/ prayers for season II ??? Omg! 😱

YAY!!!!!! I'm actually so happy bc no one ever leaves requests :(

Okay, so I got into Hazbin Hotel WAAAY after if came out. My friend was like "you need to watch this" and i was like "okayyyy" and i did.

My friend will forever be the chosen one for that

anyway, i 1,000,000% ship huskerdust...and behind closed doors i ship radioapple.

Predictions, you say? *cracks knuckles* i've been waiting for this moment. I predict that we're gonna see some of Alastor when he was alive, maybe even see his death on the big screen. same for Angel Dust...hopefully.

WISHES OMG THIS LIST IS SO LONG

ok so i wish for Vox to try and make up with Alastor and either they get on good terms or Alastor is like "HA no"

i wish for SO MUCH MORE ROSIE I LOVE HER SO MUCH

maybe even some alive Al and Rosie

i hope we meet Alastor's mama too

Anyway, thank you for coming to my ted talk :)

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Posting schedule: Friday Misdemeanor, and Wednesdays for one the occasional one shot. Tag lists are always open. 

Join us in the VoxTek Discord server for a Vox themed Hazbin place to hang and get teasers for upcoming chapters! 

my AO3 and Kofi

A Misdemeanor Of The Heart 

For MisD, please see the linked dedicated masterlist.

For Eternity (Completed)

Banner by @redvexillum

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult Warnings: This fic contains sexual content, explorations of consent within Angel Dust's contract in relation to sex work, Sexual assault, Possessive and obsessive behaviors, Power dynamics, Adam being an ass, kidnapping, Vox is in hell for a reason, Val is in hell for a reason, Vox has a weird thing for Alastor, Angel Dust is sweet as pie, murder, revenge, implied sexual assault and harassment, miscarriage and death.

Summary: Isabel died young, leaving behind her husband to pick up the pieces. Finding herself in Heaven, she waits for her husband to join her. And waits. And waits. Years and decades pass as she faces the realization that Alastor may not be joining her in Heaven, leaving her largely alone in a realm of double standards and fake smiles.

She must decide if she is going to move on from her marriage or do whatever it takes to reunite with her husband. Would he even still want her? Would she survive the dangers to find him? Would the cost be worth what could be gained?

Is Heaven really Heaven if the one you love isn't there with you?

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Another day in Paradise (On hiatus)

Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- light Alastor x ofc x Lucifer Rated: Adult for eventual smut Content warnings: It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point? Religious trauma. reader has a name/is a oc.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 (slated for rewrite)

A Taste of Sugar

Alastor x reader Rated: Adult for smut TW: blood kink, bondage, reader with trauma from food insecurity Summary: As you work through the trauma of your life and starving to death, you dismantle your stash of snacks for what you hope will be the final time. Snack cakes, cookies and crackers are given to everyone around you, except one resident in the hotel whom you knew wouldn't enjoy or consume the treats. Then, as the flow of treats tricked to a stop, stash dismantled, small brown boxes containing treats began to appear at your door. Simple, delicious and seemingly homemade treats without so much as a note.

He watched and he waited, each week for your offer. Each week, no offer came and again he left his gift at your door. Why would you not think of him? Why would you not see him? What did he have to do for you to consider him?

Chapters: 1,  2 

Wild Flowers (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adult, 18+ Content warnings: Sex pollen trope and related questionable consent due to intoxication, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, knotting, praise, dancing that shouldn't be that sexy, biting, a touch of blood drinking, female masterbation, some possessiveness, Alastor being a bit of an ass

Summary: You had always loved flowers, so when you found a patch of pretty purple wildflowers growing in the small forest behind the hotel, you didn't think twice about picking a small handful to bring back to your room. While they smelled lovely, you were wholly unprepared for the side effects of exposure or the repercussions of offering the terrifyingly handsome Radio Demon a smell on your way to your room.

With your body burning from the inside out with an overwhelming need and a displeased Radio Demon pushing his way into your room, you have no idea what you're in for.

All you wanted was to pick some flowers but you got so much more.

Audio version brought to you by @nyx-umbrakinesis,  Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6.

Steamy Situations 18+  (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adults only Warnings: Smut. It's shower smut. Female bodied reader. Careful with your shower sex.

Summary: You're hot and bored and your husband is busy working. If only there was a way you could distract him, get some of his attention and cool off. Audio Fic credits: Read by the lovely @nyx-umbrakinesis (Audio fic part 1, part 2)

Read me to sleep? (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rating: G Summary: After a long, shitty day out and about you drag yourself home to the hotel to seek shelter and comfort in the one place you knew you could find it.

From events:

Antler Play (Alastor x Doe!Reader)

CW: Lightly used incorrect deer facts, ruts and seasons, insertion of an item 100% not safe or intended for insertion, light fem receiving oral, female masterbation Summary: Alastor, having just rode out his rut alone is faced with the startling realization that you, a fellow deer demon in the hotel, have not just come into season but your first season since your death. Alastor is left unable to mate you due to the poor timing but finds other ways to see to your needs and trick your body into thinking the deed has been done.

Mine (Alastor x Doe!reader)

CW: Smut, blood, knots, ruts Summary: Alastor and his Doe have weathered the passing of the seasons, though he has failed to define their relationship and she's been too afraid to ask. Now, Alastor's Rut is upon him and it's time for her to return the favor. *Follow up to Antler Play*

Curiosity (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Sensory deprivation, established situationship, smut, porn with way too many feelings, love confessions. Summary: Alastor overhears Angel Dust telling you about Val's latest thing- sensory deprivation. Curiosity wins out over sensibility.

Not afraid Of A Little Blood (Human ALastor x Reader)

CW: Public sex, period sex, vaginal fingering, licking fingers clean Summary: Out at Mimzy's Speakeasy for a night on the town, Alastor finds himself feeling rather amorous and isn't swayed by your monthly condition or the public nature of the location. You find your will crumbles as he shows he's simply not a man who's afraid of a little blood.

I Own You (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Suicidal thoughts, suicidal actions, Anxiety, depression, shitty fuckin mental health, Pissed off Alastor, possessive Alastor, Branding, blood as lube, Toxic ass relationships, self doubt, smut, mirror sex Summary: After getting a bunch of comments telling you you're not good enough for Alastor, old demons come back to life in your mind sending you to embrace the coping mechanism that sent you to hell in the first place. Alastor stops your plans in their tracks and is rather displeased by your actions.

A Pirate, A wench and Whisky (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Closet sex, drunk sex thus murky consent, clothed sex, p n v sex, cream pies, thigh riding, biting, blood drinking Summary: Charlie decided hosting a costume party would be the best way for the residents to celebrate the season and for the hotel to get some grand publicity. Dressing up wasn't optional. Though you were proud of your bar wench costume- not too skimpy but just skimpy enough, not everyone announced their plans.

The result was a bar wench that did everything you could to avoid the red pirate, drowning your anxiety in shot after shot of whiskey only to find yourself cornered by the very man you could hardly look at when you made an attempt to retire for the night.

Incomplete Summonings (Demon Alastor/Alastor shadow x Human reader)

CW: Creampie, temperature play, demon summoning, virginity, light blood, Sex with Alastor's shadow, Sex with Alastor, human Vox cameo Summary: You summoned a demon to remove your romantic competition from the equation. When your sacrifice was far too little, earning you only the shadow of the demon you had called, you had to find something else to sacrifice to pay the price.

Stuff You like a What?! (Alastor x reader)

CW: Tentacles, gags, edging, orgasm denial, established relationship, suspension, cream pies Summary: As your lover is just about to reach his finish, you complete a dare issued by Angel Dust. The unexpecting words leaving your mouth leaves Alastor's finish in ruins and he is a man that feels an eye for an eye is far too merciful...

Knife's Edge (Human!Alastor x reader)

CW: Knifeplay, stranger sex, smut, creampies, dub con Summary: Stepping away from the party, you tried to get some are. It's a chance encounter with a dangerous stranger that leaves your dress ruffled, your panties missing and you facing some new facts about yourself.

To the Beat of the Music (Human!Alastor x reader)

CW: Smut, sexual harassment, 3rd person, pussy slapping. semi public sex, smut, creampie. It's fucking. Summary: When a flapper won't take the hint that Alastor isn't interested in her, he has no choice but to shut her up and make a point. Sometimes, punishment can be pleasure.

A Monstrous Broadcast (Monster!Alastor x reader)

CW: Post Stayed Gone Monster Al, Size kink go brr, Blood, DubCon, belly bulge, broadcasting sex, cream pies, cum painting... Summary: You were sent to Alastor's Broadcasting tower to tell him something just in time to catch the tail end of Stayed Gone. Alastor is in a rather unique mood and in terrifying form as he decides the best way to work his excess energy off is with you.

Home is where the heart is (One shot fluff) 

Vox x Reader Rated: General Warnings: I accidently spilled a little angst on the fluff serving. Sorry?

Summary: You're cooking dinner when your secret boyfriend comes home. Caught up in the moment, confessions are made and hearts are put on the line.

A Bed of Electric FLowers (One Shot)

Header done in part by the wonderful, amazing, fantastical @redvexillum

Vox x ReaderRated: Adult CW: Sex pollen trope, sex toy use, female masterbation, Vox's glowstick dick, way too many tv details, Male receiving oral,

Summary: A unexpected floral arrangement is delivered to your door as you're trying to ignore the lingering absence of your flat faced boyfriend. When Vox returns home and finds you in a compromising position, he's eager to assist even without a clue as to what has you so worked up.

Sister Dearest (One shot)

Requested: Vox x Alastor’s!Sister!Reader rated: Adult

Summary: Sneaking out of the protection of the protection of your brother's district was dangerous. Not only did you risk Alastor's wrath, you risked catching the eye of some unsavory characters. While you could meet many friends upon the streets of the forbidden tech district, you find Vox and his alluring promises of a good time.He knew of your brother and seemed to hold no animosity, surely he was a friend to the Radio Demon, right? Surely you could trust his company, right?Right?

Power (One Shot)

Vox x Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ Warnings: Porn without plot, Power dynamics, Secretary reader, Choking on dick, Office blowjob. 

Summary: Vox is wound tight after his on air showdown with the newly returned Alastor. The show must go on though and you have just what he needs to get into the right headspace to move forward. 

KittyCat (Vox x Kitty!Reader)

CW: Public sex, heats, electric play, collars, public nudity, breeding, creampie Summary: Being a cat demon, you suffered some of the most extreme heat cycles in all of hell. Every few weeks you went out of your mind with the need to be bred. It didn't matter who, when, where or how.

It was a good thing you belonged to Vox. But what happens when your cycle sneaks up on you, slamming into you a little earlier than expected while Vox is at a meeting? Can you make it to your powerful lover before someone else takes you or will you fall for the first male you see?

Quiet In the Theater (Human!Vox x reader)

CW: Power dynamics (Boss/assistant), Public sex, public fingering, public cockwarming, edging. 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

Package Delivery (Vox x Reader)

CW: Roleplay, Electric stim, Blowjobs, doggy style, p n v sex, she really corny porn dialog, oops I spilled a little angst Summary: After working too many late nights and canceling too any dates, Vox decides to make it up to you with an unplanned surprise. New desires are unlocked and explored as two lovers who’ve been apart for too many nights fall back together. 

What’s more romantic than a stiff, cheap VoxTek delivery uniform and a new work laptop, anyway? Follow up to Home Is Where The Heart Is

Teaching Him A Lesson (Lucifer x Reader) (Cucked Alastor x reader)

CW: Drunk sex, Dub con due to drinking, cream pie, breakup rebound sex, noncon cucking, fem receiving oral, bondage for Alastor Summary: After being dumped by Alastor, you soothe your heart at the hotel bar. Lucifer is more than willing to listen to your sorrows and even indulge you when you take Angel Dust's advice of fucking your way over Alastor. Unfortunately, when Alastor sees you slip into your room with someone else, he regrets his choice and Lucifer decides to teach him a lesson.

Lost Flowers (Lucifer x Human!Reader)

CW: Sex pollen, compromised consent, smut, oral sex, fingering Summary: Imps doing whatever the fuck they did dropped a sex flower in the human world and it's Lucifer's problem as the king of Hell to find it. When he finds it, picked up by you, he has a obligation to help you ride out the effects.

Praise Be Thy Tongue (Lucifer x reader)

CW: oral, fem receiving, slight praise kink Summary: After turning your back on Heaven in favor of the man you had fallen in love with, you present yourself to Lucifer asking that he show you the ways of pleasure…

What's This (Lucifer x Fallen!Reader)

CW: Cock ring, overstimulation, pleasure Dom undertones, wings, Luci a bit in his feels, Begging, praise, multiple orgasms Summary: Lucifer's lover, a newly fallen Angel continues her exploration of sinful pleasure as Lucifer teaches her what the cockring she found in his nightstand is for. Follow up to Praise Be Thy Tongue

Hot and Cold (Lucifer x Fallen!Reader)

CW: Wax play, Ice play, Ice put inside the body, Oral, It's just smut, don't put ice cubes up your whooha, only use body safe wax for wax play Summary: Lucifer treats his newly fallen love to a picnic and on a whim decides to expand her pleasurable horizons using the ice from the champagne bucket and the wax from the candles.

A follow up to Praise Be Thy Tongue

Titties (Adam x Reader)

CW: Titty fucking, large breasts, Adam being adam, oral, cum shots, facial Summary: Adam and his new, large breasted lover have been fucking like rabbits but you're tired and sore. Adam though, in love with your curves will gladly take the chance to lavish your chest with some affection.

The Original Dick (Adam x Reader)

CW: Rough blowjob, semi public blowjob, m receiving oral, stalking, reader is a bit craycray Summary: After repeated encounters with Adam at work, through the hole, you have no choice but to follow him in hopes of finding an organic way to meet again. When you're less of a skilled stalker than you thought, you're faced with the repercussions of your actions. (Follow up to crash landings)

Crash Landings (Adam x Reader)

CW: Rough sex, Dub con, sex pollen, degradation, pussy slapping, fingering, compromised ability to consent Summary: After taking damage to his wings, Adam has no choice but to make an emergency landing in a clearing of purple flowers, unaware of the unique flora of hell. While he waits for his flight feathers to regrow, he's met with some rather unexpected side effects of exposure to Hyperrigidus Purpureus pollen. His luck this extermination had been shit but when a pretty little demoness all but trips over him, he is pretty sure his luck was about to change.

Satin Ribbons (Adam x Reader)

CW: Smut, Adam typical degradation Summary: It was once a year that you got to see your angelic lover. A romantic, or perhaps just sexual, tryst you waited all year for. This year, you dressed yourself in something you hoped Adam would think about all year long. (AU follow up to Crash Landings)

Joint Broadcast (Alastor x reader x Vox)

CW: Cheating, Dubcon, brat taming, Anal, double penetration, caught cheating, nonconsensual broadcast Summary: You thought you could have your cake and eat it, too. In this case, your cakes were Alastor and Vox in romantic and sexual relationships. Sure, you didn't disclose your entanglements with the other but what were the odds they would find out? When the unexpected comes to reality, you're left alone with two angry men who could end your existence. They intend to punish you but in the last way you expect…

Casting Call (Valentino x Reader)

CW: Sex machine, sex work, casting call for adult films Summary: Having grown tired of scraping by, you attend a casting call for the leading pornography studio in hell. You're surprised to find the casting call takes place with the head director himself, Valentino. Same Reader as Crash Landings

Fallen For Glory (Sinner!Adam x reader)

CW: Glory holes, sex work, Oral (M receiving), fem masterbation Summary: Seven months after your fated encounter with the First man, you struggled to get him off your mind. Even after a unexpected failed early extermination and the broadcasted slaying of Adam on the battlefield, you couldn't get him off your mind as rumors of him being reborn, sentenced to hell himself made it impossible for you to let go.

And then, sitting in the both of the shitty glory hole joint Valentino ran, you heard his voice once again. Rumors were true. Adam lived and your obsession was fueled by nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue.

This was the best day at the office... Follow up to Crash Landings

[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

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 ❤️

[krylng]

love at first sight~chapter 7

|TW: angel dust smut, porn, and…valentino. swearing.

|summary: you are working for Vox when you meet two people. you get to know one of them, but what about the other? what are his intentions?

|notes: ik angel dust and val are from different times, but… for the story.

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Next (if I can get over my lack of motivation and fucking depression

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“hey, i’m looking for the latest model. could you please show me where they are?” a man asked. you were still working this same old job. but vox being there was a good bonus.

“yes, right this way.” you made your way to a corner and lifted the box.

“woah there.” the man steadied you with his arms on your shoulder. “must be pretty heavy. here, let me help you lift it up.” he grabbed the corner on the other side of the box and helped you carry it. you both set it down.

“how much will that be?” he grabs his wallet from his back pocket.

“that’s…” you tilted the box to see the price tag. “that will be… 2000 dollars. if your still up for it.”

“yes, yes, of course.” he hands you a stack of money, and you shuffle it, counting the amount. exactly 2000.

“thank you, sir. have a nice day.”

“oh and by the way—my name is jack. and who may you be?”

“oh, im Y/N. i’m just a normal employee here.”

“beautiful name for such a beautiful lady.” he kissed your knuckles and picked up the box with ease. “have a nice day, amorcita.”

you stood there, a little surprised he called you ‘sweetheart’ in spanish.

you wiped off your hand, and watched as the store quickly got busy. most of your other co workers were helping customers. right now, you were on break. you decided to take a walk in the park.

you sat on an empty bench, and picked a flower from the ground. it was a beautiful pink colour, and it matched your uniform. you sniffed it and put it in your hair. you heard sobbing, you turned your head and saw someone sitting on a different bench. you got up to talk to him. his pink and white striped shirt would go well with the flower… you thought.

“u-uh hey. i noticed you were feeling down so…”

you watched as a tear fell down. it stayed on his freckles. he wiped a tear with his arm and looked at you. “so what? no matter what you say, i’ll never be okay.”

“i just wanted to give you this.” you pulled the flower from your hair and handed it to him. “i thought it would go good with your outfit.”

he held it and studied it before putting it in his white, short hair. “thanks, toots, but i told you…” he said in a much softer tone. “nothing could cheer me up right now. not even drugs or alcohol.”

you sat down next to him. “maybe not… but maybe you could tell me what’s bothering you? sometimes it helps when you talk to someone. it may not help but… maybe it’s worth a try?”

he wiped another tear. “maybe.” he sighed. he crossed his legs and flicked a piece of dirt off his tall heels.

“so… would you like to tell me why your down right now?”

he nodded. “just… just my boss, Valentino.” he cracked his fingers, which were in long, pink gloves.

you remembered at the wedding when Velvette said something about a Valentino, who worked at a porn studio.

you nodded.

“I…I work in a porn studio, and tonight he had me workin overtime, gettin fucked by all these punks and the same shit as always… i just wish i… could be free.” his pupils dilated, thinking about his job.

“you…you can’t quit?”

“nah. i’m under contract. lets just say i’m his little play toy and moneymaker right now, and in the afterlife.”

“i…i’m so sorry…”

“don’t be, baby. it’s my stupid mind for thinking Val would actually love me…so i signed my life away.”

you could tell he didn’t mean ‘baby’ in a romantic way. that made you a little more comfortable around him.

“i’m Y/N.” you held out your hand to shake his hand. he gave you a cute side smile and shook your hand.

“Anthony. but… don’t call me that… my new name, under contract, is Angel Dust.”

“but what do you want to be called?”

he looked up at you, a little surprised you actually cared about what he wants. he gave you the same cute smile. “Anthony is fine…but make sure my boss isn’t around…”

“got it.” you smiled and checked your watch. “oh shit… i was on break, and now i’m a little late.” you stood up, and walked towards VoxTek.

“wait, toots!” you heard him shout. he got up and ran after you.

“yeah?”

“do you have a telephone number?”

you nod, and you gave him the number. he wrote it down on a notepad.

“how do i know it’s you calling?”

“my telephone is glitched, so it just plays this random song.”

“alright. call me later tonight!” you waved and ran back inside.

you took a deep breath. still as busy as always. people trying to get an interview out of vox, the same commercial always playing on a TV. something that says, “Trust us!”

Vox was obviously super busy at the moment, so you couldn’t exactly go see him. you still had customers to help. you were helping customers pick out the perfect TV in their price range.

you didn’t know why Vox decided to make and sell TV’s and make technology more advanced.

you watched as the evening rush finally ended. but your thoughts still lingered on Anthony.

is he going to be okay?

“ahh, darling! i haven’t seen you in a while!” he picked you up and spinned you around.

“well, i’ve been seeing someone-“ he grabbed your neck and pinned you to the counter.

“don’t you fucking dare see anyone else but me. you’re mine, only i can love you like i do.”

you gasped for air, but he tightened the grip.

“say it. say you’re mine. say you’re mine forever.”

“i-im y-yours…” you trembled in fear. he chuckled lowly and bit your neck. he broke the skin, and you screamed a little bit. he licked the blood off.

“LET HER GO!” you heard a familiar voice shout.

his hands left your neck and you fell to the floor. he turned his head quickly.

“d-dont choke her like that…” you saw Anthony take a deep breath and try to be brave for you as Vox got closer.

“and is it really your place to tell me what i can and can’t do to my fiancé?”

“y-your engaged?” Vox nodded.

“Vox, please! he was only trying to make sure i’m safe.”

“you’re always safe with me, my dear.” his tone got harsher with each word. “is this the person you’ve been seeing? because i’ll kill him.”

“Vox! No! don’t you dare kill him. he’s a friend i met on my break!”

“why didn’t you tell me that’s what you meant?” he chuckled. “Vox. CEO of VoxTek.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes, stepping away from him and closer to you. he set his hand on your shoulder, and whispered so only you two could hear.

“listen…Val treats me like that too, so don’t you see where I’m coming from? i know we just met but… i care about friends.”

“thank you, anthony, really. but this is my fiancé, and i know him good. i don’t think he would do that on purpose. and who is this Val anyway? do i have to teach him a lesson?”

“no… i would be punished for it anyway.” he looked at the clock. he tightened the strings of his robe before rushing towards the exit. “sorry toots, i’m running a little bit late.” he rushed out.

you tried to run after him, but Vox held you back. “baby, i’m sorry…”

“let me go!” you screamed.

“babe, just hear me out. i’m very sorry, and you know i would never hurt you on purpose. you can go now, i just wanted you to know that.”

you gave him a quick peck on his lips before chasing after Anthony. you saw him run into a building with a bunch of neon lights.

“don’t EVER.” You saw a man slap Anthony across his face. “be late again!”

“y-yes Valentino.” he hung his head.

“you’re fucking lucky you make me money.” he pushed him and sat in a directors chair. “Action!”

Anthony took a deep breath as four big actors made their way to his bed on the set.

“oh no! robbers! what should i do! perhaps they… want a piece of this?” he untied the strings of his robe and let it fall.

“damn right! we needed a piece of the Angel Dust, so spread those legs, you slut.” one of them said.

he grinned and spread them. his face was shocked when he saw you standing there.

“Y/N?” he called out.

“uhh… my name is robert.” he pointed his finger up, confused.

“nobody gives a shit who you are.” he pushes him off, and tied his robe back on. “Y/N, what are you doing here? if Val sees us, we’re both dead!”

“i’m here to get you out!” you grab his arm and try to sneakily pull him away.

“toots, im under contract-“

“Angel, baby, who’s this? whos this little friend you brought with you?”

Valentino walked over to you, with a big red coat on hanging from his shoulders. it was very modern, which meant he was all about fashion.

“ooh, a woman.” he licked your cheek. “do you need a job?”

“uhh…” you stood there awkwardly. “no i… i already have one.” you nervously laughed.

“she’s just here to say hello. she’s leaving, right now.” you could hear he needed you to leave.

“no, we want to welcome our guest. welcome to my humble sex dungeon!” he took off his hat and tossed it to the side. a giant feather fell off from the hat. “you can see Angel after he’s done working.” he said in a harsh tone.

he stylishly walked back to the chair. “anddd… action!”

“oh my! a couple of big strong daddies are here!” he took off his robe. “maybe they want this?” he spread his legs.

“ohhh yeah baby~” he grinned as they entered his ass. you couldn’t watch. two of them had their dicks in his ass, and one was forcing his dick down his throat. the other was just masturbating, waiting for his turn. it disgusted you, even though Anthony loved sex.

that wasn’t the bad part, it was how Valentino treats Anthony.

“how long does this…go on for?” you asked Valentino.

“mmm, around…two hours. why do you wanna make me money and join in?”

you chuckled nervously. “nah, im good.”

you sat on a chair by Valentino, thinking about Vox again.

“whatcha think about, pretty lady?” he noticed you staring off into space, and he grinned mischievously.

“oh um…my fiancé. Vox.”

“THE Vox Borle? The CEO of VoxTek?” you nodded. “mm, tell him i said hi.” he gave you the same grin, and you stared at his sharp teeth.

after two hours of being traumatized, Anthony’s work was done.

you were laughing with Anthony, about to leave when Valentino called out.

“Angel, you better fucking be back by curfew!”

“Y-yes val…”

you walked out, and you closed the big door behind you.

“curfew? when do you have to be back?”

“four A.M. most days though. umm… are you up for ice cream?”

“i’m always up for ice cream!” you walked to the little ice cream shop, still laughing and joking, just having fun.

“what can i get you guys.” the worker asked, with a stoic expression.

“i’ll have…a vanilla.” Anthony licks his ice cream, and you order a strawberry ice cream. you paid and you walked out.

you sat on a bench, licking your strawberry ice cream.

“today…today was fun with you. thanks, Y/N.”

“your welcome, Anthony. and it was pretty cool to hang out with you too.”

you sat there for a few hours, until Anthony pulled something out of his pocket. he pulled out two bottles of liquor.

“where did you get these?” you unscrewed the top of yours.

“stole ‘em. it was in the shop.”

you couldn’t judge him since you murdered someone before.

“cheers to… living another day?”

“cheers.” you clinked the glass bottles and drank.

you both were pretty tipsy by now.

“i fucking hate Valentino. i cant believe he treats you like that.”

“i do too.” you both stared at the ground.

“what time is it?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“i think its around two.”

“oh, okay. i mean, i’d hate to abandon you here, but i have a busy day tomorrow, and i need sleep.”

“no, i understand. i’m getting tired too. thank you, anthony. it really was a pleasure meeting you again. oh, and make sure to call me soon.”

he gave you a thumbs up and made his way back to the studio.

you walked back to your shared home and unlocked the door.

you were pretty drunk now. you walked back to your room and collapsed on the bed. it woke Vox up, and he stared at you with sleepy eyes.

“baby, what are you doing here so late…?” you interrupted his sentence by passionately kissing him. he held the back of your head.

you laid your head on his chest.

“so… this Anthony.”

“he’s a really good friend. and, i’m pretty sure he’s gay, so don’t worry about us.” you had no idea if he was gay, but he was getting fucked by four guys.

“sleep well, my dear.” Vox said before you drifted off.

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