#not only does Vox LOOK like he whimpers in bed

[ennvisin]

Half the fan base wanting to call Vox daddy is so funny to me like…

You want THIS WET PATHETIC MAN to be your daddy dom???? LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE HE WHIMPERS IN BED.

[ohproserpine]

for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.

"Cher!"

Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.

Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.

"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.

Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.

Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.

"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.

"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.

Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.

"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."

“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."

Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.

"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.

He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.

"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.

The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.

"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."

Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."

"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.

You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."

"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.

"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."

"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.

"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.

"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"

"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.

"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.

"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."

"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.

So this is what it's about?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.

Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.

"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.

His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.

"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."

Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.

“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”

A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.

But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.

"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.

"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."

With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.

Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences."

[hazelfoureyes]

HAZELLLL OH BOY DO I HAVE A GOOD IDEAAAA

OKOK so what if doe! Reader is with vox and readers in heat right right????

But vox can't help reader break it (he's been trying for hours)

So he has to call alastor to help you since he's the only deer vox knows of

Oh my goddd

Hohoho good night awquar 💖

Cucking Vox

「warnings/promises: Vox x Female doe reader, Alastor x female doe reader, smut, Cucking the TV man, knotting, heat, pussy flooded, Alastor says “good girl”, hell is heaven now, you’re engaged but meh, drones were not made for this, Breeding???, humilation of the flat headed prince, Vox loves you, but your pussy love Alastor」

Minors I stg! DNI!

It had been all morning. He didn’t mind the stamina required, but his love was still suffering. Nothing was satiating your needs, even when he went out of his way to transform his typically human male prick into something more akin to the wider based cock you needed …. It was still not enough.

As you laid supine and open, the artificial knot full and stuck in you, the whines didn’t stop. It didn’t have the heat your cunt knew a proper mate would have. His load was too small, your womb quivering in need with every pathetic release he buried in you. A real knot would pulse with the heart rate of the buck claiming you. 

“Nothing?” Vox’s voice was high and worried. 

“I mean… it’s something.” Grumbled into a pillow. You ground against him but it was useless to calm your burning walls. Ever hour that passed without being properly fucked became torturous. 

“What does it feel like? Not getting, ya know,” suddenly he felt shy, voicing the thing he was lacking, “knotted.”

You considered sparing him the truth but your animal brain said it before your human one could stop it, “It hurts. It feels like my pussy is on fire. Do you know how sometimes the roof of your mouth itches and you can’t scratch it? That. For fucking hours.”

Seeing you in pain hurt him, deeper than he could handle. How could he have so much money and power and feel so worthless for you now?

Did he truly have no resources? No recourse? No remedy? 

As he watched your large doe ears press back into your skull, the solution came to him.

“One minute babe, you just…” Vox halted as you rolled on your side, fingers coming to your center to have some friction, “Keep doing that…”

· · ─────── ·📺📻· ─────── · ·

When the drone approached his patio table,  he didn’t look up. 

When Vox’s voice crackled through the small speaker, he didn’t look up.

When the question, “How much for you to fuck my fiancée?” was shouted at him, he admittedly choked a little on his coffee and finally acknowledged the device.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Alastor set the mug down to keep from breaking it in his hand.

“To humiliate me.”

A beat.

A hum.

A twirl of his staff.

“Well in that case, for free!”

Vox blinked twice as he stared at the monitor, “Wait, really?”

Alastor mulled it over seriously now. Did he want to have sex right now? No, not really. Did the idea of making Vox’s future wife scream his name sound hilarious? Yes absolutely. 

He shrugged, getting up from his chair as the drone spun around him, “Shit, I didn’t expect you to agree.”

“So you don’t want me to bed your gal?” Alastor smiled, “Then I’m definitely in.”

Vox chewed on a claw, “Fuck! Fine just get down here. And I don’t owe you any favors for this, so don’t even fucking ask.”

“Oh Vox, favors? You’re hardly the one I’d go to when in need. You’re not even the first Vee I’d approach! Ha!”

Before he could crash the drone directly into that smug face, he heard your whimpers from the bedroom down the hall and paused. 

“Just”, Vox cradled his screen in his hands, “hurry up.”

It became immediately clear why his former partner had called him of all people when Alastor exited the elevator into Vox’s personal floor.

The living quarters were swimming in the heady scent of arousal. Specifically, a doe. 

Alastor rolled his eyes, of course Vox found one of the few other deer demons in the pride ring to marry.

“Ooh, you are in a pickle, huh?” He leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight of the overlord rubbing your back as you groaned. His eyes fell immediately to the downturned tail above your bare cheeks. “Poor thing.” He cooed.

You couldn’t find the will to turn your head to look. A growled, “Voxy?”

“He’s here to help, babe.” His hands sped up their massaging swirls.

“Who, exactly?”

“Alastor! The radio demon. A plea-,” He began but couldn’t finish. 

Vox laughed nervously, “He’s a deer demon! Like you!” 

“You grabbed a random deer demon off the street to-,”

“No! Not at all! Though, admittedly, the only other deer demon I know.” As you made a noise of disapproval, he added, “He’s an overlord! An old pal, even.”

You heard the strange man guffaw. Finally, you rolled over to lay eyes on the supposed cavalry your beau had summoned.

Oh. 

“Hmm.” Something in you unspoken yet still demanding made you roll into your back and drop your knees open. 

He hadn’t anticipated a fellow deer in heat. Vox had offered him more than just fucking his girl, it turned out. Alastor had come mostly expecting to laugh in Vox’s face as a second best humiliation and head to cannibal town, but seeing how Vox was so desperately in love, well, how could he say no? What more delicious of a meal could exist than splitting open Vox’s ego while splitting open his doe with the same effort.

Still on the bed, Vox felt the air shift as he stood between Alastor and you. 

“Well, I uh, guess I’ll leave you two to it.” His screen flashed a pink haze of embarrassment.

“Oh? Abandoning her already?” With a snap and a flourish of his fingers, a plush reading chair materialized on the opposite side of the bed. “Take a seat, old chum.”

“You can’t be serious.” 

Alastor loosened his bowtie, “You’d really leave your vulnerable and needy betrothed all alone with a man? Tsk tsk.”

Vox laughed, “You’re not a man.”

“Ooh, correct.” Alastor reached the bed, undoing his belt, “I’m a buck, right little one?” When his hand reached out and slid down your calf you trembled. Even his skin on yours felt different than Vox’s. “Now take a seat.”

His flat face turned to you, who could only nod as a long claw dragged down your shin.

Vox settled into his chair and crossed his arms. He wanted to say something snotty about how he would make more money on his cell during the little romp than Alastor could dream of, but the sound of Alastor’s zipper made his throat close.

“I’ll need a little assistance to catch up to you, sweetheart. Mind lending me a hand?” Alastor rested his knees on either side of your thighs,  body hovering over you as he knelt.

You briefly considered arguing, but as his other hand pulled his still soft cock from his pants and the scent of him hit your heightened senses, you found your body sitting up. Your hand went into his as he placed it around himself. His fist around yours as he showed you how to stroke him.

“Is that really necessary?” Vox’s voice seemed to glitch.

“Of course! I’m only capable of knotting when in rut. And a rut can only be triggered by a doe in heat. I’ll need her touch and scent to … get the show started, so to speak.” Alastor’s hand left yours, index finger coming to lift your chin. The first eye contact of the evening, funnily enough coming after skin met skin. 

Deep red eyes shone down on you behind a widening smile, “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

“You’re obnoxious.” You slurred, a second wave of his uniquely virile musk rolling off his heated crotch. “Good girl? You just met me you….Old timey…”, the lights in your brain shut off, “fuck. Fuck.” Your mind was a blank piece of paper, the word ‘breed’ scrawled haphazardly as your hand felt the weight of his erection. 

Vox had never seen you make that face, nor your eyes lose focus and dilate quite like that either. He couldn’t help but glance at the thick appendage in your fist.

A look shot to his own lap, he hadn’t considered girth into the equation… 

Your mouth opened, saliva pooling in your cheeks as you brought him to your lips. Alastor’s hand snaked back to grab you by the hair and gently keep you off of him, not needing someone’s spit slathered on his skin. 

“Okay now-“ As Vox interjected Alastor’s hand sat still on your head.

“I’ll allow it.” The radio demon had a change of heart at the upset tone of his former friend.

Your tongue blanketed your bottom lip to welcome Alastor in, cheeks hollowing from the size of him alone. Why did he taste like that? Like someone you should only view from your knees? A power to his sweat that made your pussy clench. 

Just a few bobs of your head and he was pulling you off, the job done when Vox seemed to slouch back into the chair in resignation. Large and warm hands guided you onto your back and then onto your right side. Your line of sight was your husband-to-be, claws digging into the fabric of his summoned chair.

It was nice to be handled in your heat. To have strong hands move you around your bed as they wanted you, that alone nearly distracted you from the throbbing of your pussy now showing behind your thighs. Alastor lifted your left leg and used it to pull you to him, a wanton whimper from you when he lined up.

His chuckle was more than annoying, but you were in no position to argue. The sound of impatient tapping momentarily took your focus away; Vox’s foot hitting the tile floor. Your eyes followed up his body to meet his stare just in time for you to let out a loud, shakey gasp. Another came before you could catch your breath, the stretch burning as Alastor pressed in.

He began small incessant thrusts, your slick lubricating his intrusion with each withdrawal.

Vox watched entranced as your body seemed to melt into the bed with every snap of the deer man’s hips. You had spent the morning tense and sweating, so to see you so lax and comfortable was momentarily reassuring. But as your head lolled back with Alastor bottoming out, a flame of jealousy began to roar in sincerity. 

“Fuck,” you tried to keep the commentary down to spare your love, but you could feel your walls spreading around Alastor in a way you’d been praying for since you woke up aroused and pained. When he was fully sheathed you had to grip your pillow to keep from rolling onto your back and spreading yourself wider for him. The baser part of your brain urging you to give yourself over to the more-than-suitable mate. 

“You sweet doe, you’re burning up inside. And so swollen. Feeling better?” Alastor said it with such a clear voice you wondered how he was unaffected by your twitching pussy. 

With a nod you buried your face into the pillow clenched in your fists. His thrusts slowed. “Yes,” you ground out. The rhythm picked up again.

“Better than Vox could manage?” He side eyed Vox.

Your left foot came up and pushed at his chin, “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Hmm, afraid I can’t do both,” Alastor pulled out entirely, lower head rubbing side to side as he spread his own precum along your folds. 

Closing your eyes to not see Vox, you mumbled, “Yes.” He wrapped his arms around your left leg for leverage and thrust back into you with a single push. With a shift of his hips his cock hit against your g-spot with every entry. Your breaths quickly devolved into raspy gasps.

You felt a rush of slick as your body responded to the stimulation. The sound of Alastor’s cock sliding in and out of your arousal reached Vox despite being a ways away from the bed. The previous flame in his chest began to lower. Watching your body rock along with the obscene sounds of you being fucked was having an unexpected effect on him. With a gulp he let his hand rest on his lap, a gentle pressure as he palmed his growing erection.

The deep reach of the radio demon’s cock churning up your insides was felt by you and seen by Vox.

“You’re doing so well, dear. Look how wet you’ve gotten.” One hand came down to run past your clit, “I promise to have you dripping.” He turned his head fully to Vox now, “That’s why I’m here, after all. To breed you.” Vox opened his mouth to shout when Alastor rolled you onto your stomach. The curve of his dick resumed hitting your inner spot, wide cock dragging against every inch of your walls. A pleasured cry, your pillow lost. Bringing your legs up and out you let instincts take over.

The yell died in Vox’s throat. His hand shifted to rubbing his cock through his pants. “Are you done yet?” He saw the swelling bulge at the base of Alastor’s own cock.

You didn’t hear the question, only processing sticky flesh slapping together and your own loud moans.

“My knot needs to be bigger. I want to make sure I plug her up well.” Alastor knew he could finish now but he just needed a few more moments of fucking with the overlord. His eyes came to watch himself disappear into your seemingly too small hole, “Is that what you want? To be stuffed with my knot?” 

You vaguely registered his gaze had moved from where you two connected up to your face. A hand coming to tug at your tail and grip it from the base tore an answer from you, “Please. Please, Please.”

“Do you remember my name in that brain fog?” He took both ankles now and pushed your legs as wide open as they’d reach.

Vox could see the shine on Alastor’s growing knot as he seemed to push more and more in with each thrust. His palm felt the slight damp of his precum soaking through his pants.

He had a name? Right. Yes he had a name. You dug through the mess of your thoughts, an empty room of smoke and sensations, and found it. “Alastor. Alastor please!” Vox had entirely disappeared, it was just the thick cocked buck pounding into you in your bed now. 

“Aww, that’s a good doe. And are you ready for my knot?” Your legs struggled in his grip as you attempted to thrust back onto him to take all he had for you. He hummed, hips slowly as he fought back the pending release, “But you’re still so tight… did Vox even try to fuck you?” 

Vox cried out a small, “Oh, come on. Jackass.” It didn’t stop his hand though. He couldn’t argue Alastor was thicker than he was, even his knot seemed unfairly large.

“Fuck you,” you managed, stomach muscles tightening and drawing your body toward him as the pleasure ratcheted up by leaps and bounds. 

Alastor pulled out entirely again, releasing your legs. The whimper you let out momentarily softened Vox’s cock. “I’m sorrrrry,” you pouted, “Come baaaack.” You thought you would cry, as soon as he was out of your cunt the painful throb was creeping back in. You needed his skin on yours. His body in yours. 

You were rolled onto your stomach, his hands wrapping around to pick you up by the hips. On all fours, he sunk back in. “Shh,” big palms stroke down your back, “don’t forget to breath, sweetheart.” Your body was meant to take a knot during heat and you knew you were capable of taking it, but a small panic made you crawl up the bed as the large, throbbing bulb threatened to tear the delicate skin of your opening. Those same powerful hands you praised before now dug fingers into your hips and held you still. Bruises he hoped Vox would have to see for days. 

A small sob as he mercifully forced the rest of himself in with one harsh thrust, his crotch finally coming into contact with your ass. Again, without thinking, you pulled away and saw stars. It took just a second though for your brain to flood your body with the feel good chemicals it had been withholding all day. The pulsing knot vibrating against your puffy g-spit, wide cock head just barely breaching your cervix and flooding your womb and walls with thick cum; it was everything you needed. Your vision went white as your orgasm made your thighs give out, body going limp entirely.

Vox knew very well what it meant as your entire body trembled, hips stuck against Alastor as the rest of you went boneless.

Alastor took a deep breath. It was oddly refreshing, a form of stress relief he hadn’t considered before. Long claws made barely there lines up and down your thighs.

Pressing his chest into your back, he carefully grabbed your body and rolled you onto your side again to face Vox, him still behind you.

Vox stood up, saw the tenting of his pants and sat back down, throwing one left over the other, “Well! That’s finally done with. You can get the fuck out as soon as your freak penis goes back to normal.”

Alastor laughed, your mind entirely having checked out in your blissful state. Your stupid and content smile spread wide as his body shook slightly behind you. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at Vox.

“You went through all the trouble of finding one of the few other deer demons in hell to replace me, yet didn’t bother to learn about her biology.” His grin morphed into a smirk so wide his black gums were showing, “Heats last several days, Voxy.”

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[voxisdaddy]

Collection of Pleasure

Hazbin Hotel NSFW Headcanons…

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor | Lucifer | Vox | Valentino | Velvette | Charlie | Vaggie | Cherri Bomb | Rosie | Carmilla | Adam | Lute | Emily | Saint Peter

C/TW: 18+, NSFW, MDNI, reader written as fem, cussing, various kinks, collection of a few subs x dom!reader, mainly the ladies are domming/topping lol, not proofread, some are bad im sorry, carmilla has two though bc its carmilla

In which in at least one NSFW headcanon for each character...

My personal NSFW headcanon for several Hazbin Hotel characters. This includes some of the main cast, the Vee’s, the angels, and some of the other characters ♥︎

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Alastor likes being the predator chasing his prey during his rut...

Sex with Alastor is pretty rare, happens occasionally but usually it's for special occasions like an anniversary. His ruts however? His favourite thing to do (aside from you) is have you run around the forest in his room while he hunts for you in his demon form. He can very easily catch you but he likes to let it play out before he pounces on you for like, two weeks. Goodluck lol

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer is an insatiable beast...

When he started crying and was quivering so bad one night, you thought that enough was enough and climbed off of him only for his hips to desperately follow you, thrusting into nothing. Despite his tears from the overstimulation you've given him for several rounds by then, he looked at you with teary eyes and begged you to not stop. A safe word was set in place because of that, so you made sure when to stop when he genuinely wanted you to stop. But despite how teary eyed he gets or how much he begs, he never uses it.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox likes to watch himself...

"Oh you mean like in front of a mirror?" NO. Well yes but actually he loves getting it on with you in his office because all his monitors will showcase how well you're either riding his dick or fucking his ass with a strap. A few monitors will display his weeping face though thanks to you. He thinks it's humiliating and will try and change them to literally anything else but he can't exactly focus on anything when he's so lost in pleasure. So his weeping face and him getting railed it is. It's like he's your own porn star. This porn star whimpers "mommy" too so have fun with that.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino is capable of getting fucked dumb...

I know it might be hard to believe with him, but it is possible and it's why he's so obsessed with you. He's very experienced in sex, obviously; doming, subbing, top, bottom, doesn't matter. It's all good. The way you can somehow fuck him so good and bring him to so much overstimulation that all he can do babble incoherently? Mans is down bad for you and grows more romantically attached to you than he thinks. Often times the night after a particularly passionate and heated session, he heads to the studio with a slight limp in his step. The first time people saw him limping like that paired with his surprisingly decent mood that day, they knew; oh you're fucking good.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette is a pillow princess...

I 100% see her as a dom, and she very well can dom, but she's selfish and wants all the pleasure with minimal work. With the way she acted, especially when it comes to teasing you, it really through you in a loop when you got to bed that evening. Okay so you're topping-no big deal. The real surprise was when you found out she didn't wanna do anything to help you get off. Oh well. Sitting on her face and using a vibrator against her clit is motivational enough for her to pleasure you too.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Charlie has a little bit of an exhibitionist kink...

a little bit. Kind of? Okay but you know the large window in her room we see her by in episode 1? Has rode your strap and/or fucked you with a strap right in front of that baby. Granted it's pretty high so not like anyone can easily look in anyways but it's still just not private enough that it does something to her. If she's ever potentially really ticked off sometimes she'll eat pussy aggressively while you're pressed, bare tits and all, against the glass.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vaggie likes titi's...

Whether your big breasted or sporting itty bitties, her hands immediately go to fondle them during heated make out sessions. She's kinda shy in the bedroom so don't take her boldness to grope your chest as her being dominant-she just can't help herself from groping you. Sometimes after sex she'll kiss your chest. Depending on where she kisses and if she'd biting or not, it may lead to another round.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Cherri Bomb is the only person who can rival Lucifer over…

Eating pussy. Whether your sitting on her face or her head is buried between your plush thighs, my girl loves to eat. And she eats like her life depends on it. Even when you think she may need a breather and try to move she’s very quick in pulling you back and keeps you there firmly, often smirking when you’re overstimulated and squirming.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Rosie loves thighs...

Call her old fashioned (cuz she is) but seeing your exposed thighs just does something to her. I mean how scandalous! She spends a majority of her time in Cannibal Town which is trapped in the 1910's. Everyone is dressed in only the most stylish and modest clothing from that time period. So if you ever come strutting about, publicly or privately, in a little something that exposes more of your figure and especially your thighs, expect to have dozens of hickeys decorating your inner thighs by the next day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Carmilla always says she has no favourite sex position but she does...

it's 69. She prefers to be at bottom since it makes it easier for her to finger you while simultaneously assaulting your clit with her tongue. And of course while you're down there she likes to keep you trapped with her thighs. Because i mean look at them thighs!!! MMHHMMM!!! I see her leaning more towards dom so like, if you're able to focus on eating her out without getting distracted as little as possible then she'll reward you good.

I have two for Carmilla that I desperately want to share so here's my second one; she loves having you keep her strap warm while she does paperwork. Just you sittin pretty on her big plastic dick, occasionally gripping your thigh when you squirm too much. Will play with your clit if you're being needy-try not to squirm too much though or else you ain't getting anything once she'd done her work for the day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam secretly cherishes your more intimate sex...

As much as a dick (master) this guy is, he definitely has his vulnerable side. During some make up sex after an argument and temporary separation that could have very easily lead to your guys break up, he found himself unusually emotional as he was balls deep in ya. He didn't cry, as if he'd allow himself to do that especially at a time like sex, but he felt it. The pull at his heart strings, the relief that washed over him that you two were still together, the way your lips uttered his name like a prayer., It was a surprise to him and one he'll never forget.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lute cums surprisingly fast via fingering...

You found this out when opting to use your fingers to do the job over the dildo, strap, and vibrator. She already knew she came fast via fingering but didn't want anyone to know that-she came almost embarrassingly fast and it sometimes felt like it wouldn't stop. This hit her ego a little bit considering that she's stubborn as all hell but she could barely defend herself when she kept cumming around your fingers. Safe to say you had quite a lot to lap up that night.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Emily gets wet easily...

is it really that surprising? You found this out when you were kissing at her neck and reached down to her uplifted dress and felt that slick wet feeling between her legs. She was very flustered and even more when you teased her for getting this wet over a few neck kisses-there was only one hickey (so far).

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Saint Peter has a thing for light bondage...

Nothing hard obviously but his wrists being bound together or to the bed via rope or handcuffs gets him going. It puts him in a position where he's completely at your mercy. Blindfolding him is on the table as well-his other senses are heightened as fuck making him react more enthusiastically to your touches and whispers. Even though he's into it it's also a double edges sword cuz this guy needs to touch you and not even being allowed to look at you either has him whining.

This has been in my drafts for weeks lol some of these aren't to my personal standards but I was really running out ideas that were both fitting to the character and weren't too basic/a repeat of another's. I didn't wanna exclude some people from my original roster so I toughed it out lol

sometimes my posts get shadowbanned for literally no reason and at random so it would mean the world if you reblogged this thank you <3 no pressure tho!

[merrygay]

“Ah ah… What did you say ?”

Alastor x reader

Warning : NSFW, Dacryphilia, Dark Themes, cannibalism, Alastor is a Warning himself. English is not my first language. I’m bad at writing synopsis. I’m bad at writing in general in fact.

Synopsis : Innocent reader tries to make a deal with Vox in order to protect herself from Alastor.

Other : Lovely ; Alastor x reader

(Sorry for the long delay, college is kicking my ass)

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It’s been a week since the incident with Alastor happened, he hadn’t touched you since or even come your way.

Though you still tried to avoid him like the plague, every time you saw him, around the corner, in the living room, anywhere, you just quickly run away for dear life.

You were scared, what if this time he eats you for good ? What if he does the same thing he did last time and then proceed to eat you at the same ? You were getting paranoid at this point.

Seeing your small figure scare away from him like the pretty prey that you are made him grin even wider. He was clearly enjoying this, enjoying you, at first he hated that he lost control to a miserable thing like you, but as time passes the idea of a plaything didn’t seem to bother him anymore, especially when he was this hungry.

You've tried to forget what happened, you've really tried, but every night when you're alone in bed, you can't help yourself.

The pulsating feeling between your legs won’t stop, oh poor you, it gets even worse when the image of his head between your legs becomes clearer, his tongue unashamedly licking the most intimate part of your body, making a mess of himself with your juices as they drip from your sensitive pussy while you moan and whimper.

An innocent thing like you can’t even understand why you are feeling like this.

You rub your thighs to cease the sensation the same sensation you felt when he did this forbidden thing to you but it doesn’t work, you keep whining until you finally fell asleep.

You had to find a solution and quick, you don’t know when he’s going to jump on you again and this time eat you for good.

So Here you were, in front of the building of nonetheless than the Vees. It was a dumb idea let’s be honest here. Each step you take to get closer to the doors makes your heart beats faster. Making a deal with Vox must be better than being killed by Alastor right ? Right ?

_

“You want me to do what now ?”

The man in front of you, with a flat-screen TV for a face, looked at you as if you'd said the stupidest thing in the world.

“Why would I make a deal with an employee of this stupid fucking hotel huh ?”

You swallow nervously at his answer, playing with your fingers as you try to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I-I need to make a deal with you because I heard you are the only one who is as strong as Alastor-“

Vox smiles widen as he seems to like the compliment, “Ahah. Go on, continue I don’t have the whole fucking day” he says tapping against his office table.

You then proceed to explain, trying to avoid some of the… more embarrassing details.

he begins to laugh… laugh ? Why is he laughing ?

“You’re telling me that you are the new toy of Alastor”

He pauses for a second smiling devilishly while looking at you from head to toe

“You know what I’ll make deal with you, stealing Alastor fucking food is much more fun I can’t wait to see the face of this old prick when-”

His TV face starts to vibrate, you could see it was one of the other Vees calling. He puts the call in one of his other TV.

“Hello there, Velvet. How are you this Hellish morning”, in stark contrast to Vox lively greeting, Velvet response was one of pure annoyance.

“Cut the shit vox, i need you up here NOW. Your little boy toy is wracking my department while I tried to put together a show !”

Other voices could be heard behind her notably Valentino’s who was cursing around, yelling and destroying the entire department. Velvet ends the call without giving Vox any chance to say something.

Vox’s smiling face drops, he lets out a loud sigh.

“Here I was.. excited for something… anyway come this afternoon, so we can finalize our deal, I have a fire to put out upstairs”

With that, you leave the building, and quickly go back to the hotel avoiding the sinners running around and killing each other.

-

You open the doors, but it's strangely quiet - maybe they've gone out, you wonder. You climb the stairs back to your room, but when you finally reach the corridor, you suddenly hear a static sound.

“Are you still going to avoid me hmm ?”

You hear that familiar voice, filtered through the radio, with that all-too-familiar smile. He appeared right in front of you. You flinch and take a few steps back, your legs ready to run in the opposite direction.

He chuckles, his smile widening, awnnn how cute, you're still this scared of him.

“Now now don’t be scared, I just want to have a little chat with you” he says while turning around. Alastor was now walking towards your room Insinuating you to follow him.

“N-no ! I’m not going to, you should stay away from me, I made a deal with Vox !”

As those words settles in, the corridor seemed to shrink, suffocating you in a claustrophobic embrace.

The lights starts to flicker casting grotesque shadows on the peeling wallpaper.

A sudden chill permeated the air, causing goosebumps to rise on your already trembling skin.

“Haha.. What did you say ?” His voice took on a deeper timbre through his radio filter.

An oppressive weight settled over the corridor, squeezing the breath from your lungs and filling your minds with irrational fear.

He turns to you, his predatory eyes shining through the flickering lights. Each step seemed to echo with ominous intent while he grew taller and taller and his antlers increased in size.

"Do you really think he can keep me away from you? I don't think you really understand the situation you're in, my dear… You're my plaything, my prey and my meal. If you utter those stupid words again... I'll end Vox's life and broadcast his screams for every disrespectful wreck who dares to take what's MINE”

You were on the floor, you shaky legs were to weak to stand on their own, while Alastor’s glowing eyes pierced through your soul.

"Have I made myself clear?" He asks, leaning slightly so that his face is close to yours. You nod, lips pressed together, too scared to speak.

He tilted his head, his eyes softened, but the smirk that played on his lips refused to yield, a silent mockery that belied his gentle gaze.

In stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him mere moments ago, his voice now returned to its normal tone as he uttered the words “good girl” while petting your head.

The transition was jarring, as if a storm had suddenly given way to a calm, clear sky, leaving those around him bewildered by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

He straighten up and turns his back to you “Come now, I don’t know for you my dear but all that action has worked up quite an appetite, I'm absolutely famished !” he chuckles darkly as he starts walking towards your room.

He didn't give you time to get up, as one of his tentacles wrapped itself around your waist forcefully.

-

Next thing you know, Alastor was sitting at the edge of your bed, you straddling his lap facing him, with only your bra and skirt remaining still while your shirt was torn on the floor.

“You are terrible liar” Alastor force you to look at his smirking face.

“You didn’t make any deal .. yet” as he states those words without any warning he bites your neck, you let out a cry of surprise, you tried to get away, pushing him away in vain, he had one firm hand placed on your hips his claws digging in harder and harder each time you moved. Ironically his other hand holds yours in a romantic embrace, your fingers intertwined to his.

“Stay still, or I will devour you. You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself right now little one”, he can't help it, it's been a week since he's tasted you, since he's bitten your pretty little body, everything about you drives him crazy, your smell ahh your smell.

He goes back to your neck this time nestling there, inhaling deeply and then proceed to lick the spot he bit earlier, licking up the blood, his tongue started to go down, until he reached your breasts still covered with your bra, he looks up at you, smirking.

You were a trembling mess, your emotions swirled like a tempest, fear tightening your chest with every breath, embarrassment flooding your cheeks with a telltale blush. Yet amidst the chaos, a stirring of arousal sent shivers along your back, a well too familiar feeling between your thighs started to show up much to your dismay.

His hand, which was on your hips moved with a slow, deliberate, grace, gradually tracing a path upwards, each caress sending shivers down your spine until it reached the delicate lace of your bra.

His eyes were still staring into yours, drinking in your every reaction as his claws ripped the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts for his hungry eyes to see.

You tried to cover them with your hand but He withdraws it “a-a”, he says sarcastically before his tongue trace a sensual path along your neck, gradually venturing lower and lower, your breath came in shallow gaps, each inhalation tinged with anticipation.

He finally reaches your chest, his tongue tracing precise circles around your nipples, you try to stifle your moans with your hand, but he suddenly bites your breast, making you cry out his name as he chuckles.

He continues for a while without ever ceasing to lick and bite, his hand still intertwined with yours, as you keep whimpering.

He was getting excited each sounds that came out of your mouth made him feral making his antlers grow and his eyes took on a predatory gleam, a never stopping hunger.

Without Warning, he forcefully lifted you from his lap, abruptly changing position as he pushed you down onto the bed, he slid your legs up onto his shoulders, giving him access to your thighs which he didn’t wait a minute before biting on it much more harder this time making you yelp in pain.

You watch his shark like teeth digging into the flesh of your skin, eliciting a crimson flow that trickled down you thigh, his tongue darted out to lap at the blood pooling around the wound, hungrily savoring again the metallic tang of the fluid.

“P-Please stop” you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks. He ignores your plead instead he keeps going, biting your other thigh, licking it and then taking another bite, while he slowly gets closer to your cunt.

His fingers played with the edge of your damp panties, teasing you. Your pussy was dripping wet. Your scent was intoxicating, everything about you was intoxicating, the way he was ruining you, both physically and mentally turned him on even more.

He abruptly ripped out your panties, your pussy was now exposed to him, it took him a lot of restraint for him not to eat you right fucking now, just like before.

His index finger teased a delicate trail along your belly, he descended lower his nail traced a deliberate scratch along your skin, igniting a surge of desire that pulsed through your vein.

You weren’t supposed to feel like this, but instead of hating it, you were desperate, one part you wanted him to touch your pussy, make you feel the same feeling of just pure bliss, and the other part, fear just pure fear.

“P-Please don’t go any lower” you plead again each word punctuated by a stifled sob, but it was too late, the demon before you was too intoxicated by your scent, by your wetness, your whole body really.

Again your pretty little mind had no idea about the struggle he was going through right now, struggling to restrain his cannibalistic impulses, and hearing your cries wasn’t helping at all, in the contrary, he derived such pleasure from your tears.

The way your puffy eyes would look at him, lips cutely pressed together, face flushed ahhh don’t blame him for acting out while you look this delicious.

“I want your soul” the demon says, before his finger applied gently pressure to your sensitive button, making you gasp in pleasure, he stroked circular motions over your clit heightened the pace, while watching your face which was trying not to moan but failed miserably.

“Let’s make a deal”, you were surprised by his sudden request “w-what” you stutters out, is he really suggesting it now ? Like right now in the middle of that ?

You couldn’t think straight you were too absorb by the pleasure he was providing you, you shake your head no, which made him stopped his movements making you whine, you look up at him, with that desperate look on your face.

Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a moan of surprise at the sudden intrusion.

Alastor didn’t like the way you reacted to his request and it showed, as he pushes his fingers in and out with a forceful intensity.

He easily found your sweet spot, not letting you the time to process anything, you were a moaning mess at this point, clutching the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric while you begged him to slow down it was all too much for you.

“I will take you under my wig, and in exchange your soul would be mine forever” he declares.

Oh how ironic was it ? The problem himself proposing you this offer, it’s not like this morning you were literally trying to find a solution to get away from him.

You couldn’t reply back, only moans came out of that pretty mouth of yours making him chuckle, the intense heat that was building inside you, ready to be released at any moment was making you dizzy.

And then

He stops

Completely

Leaving you in a state of desperate longing, denied the released you craved.

“A-Alastor” you keep whining, moving your hips desperately.

“Accept my deal… just let it go” you couldn’t resist anymore you needed this so badly, you finally nod which made Alastor’s smile became more sinister as he starts to push his fingers in and out again, each stroke hitting your sweet spot harder, his other free hand comes towards yours to take, “it’s a deal then ?”.

The atmosphere changed drastically, Alastor form was becoming more demonic but you couldn’t care less at this point fear already consumed you, you were too absorb on reaching your climax now.

You hold his hand, nodding eagerly, moaning out a yes, and that’s all he needed to hear. Before you know it a collar appeared around your neck its chain dangling freely for Alastor to hold, which he does.

His fingers was buried deep inside your pussy while his other hand grasped the chain of your collar, you were his now forever there’s no going back.

Your body quivered with anticipation as you were reaching you peak, your tried to speak but your words were incoherent, but Alastor knew what you were about to say.

He suddenly buried his face between your legs, his fingers remaining inside you pumping in and out rapidly, while his tongue was devouring your pussy as if each taste was his last.

Your arched your back and with a shuddering gasp your body convulsed letting waves of pleasure washing over you, your moans getting louder as you finally came.

Your juices were all over his mouth and fingers. He eagerly took all in swallowing it without hesitation, while you were laying there panting and whimpering trying to regain some sense.

Alastor straighten himself, pulling out his fingers and bringing it to his mouth to lick it clean while fixing you with an intense gaze.

After regaining some sort of composure, a flicker of realization crossed over your features “n-n-n-noo what have I done !”, your voice rise in panic as you seat up, which made Alastor laugh with mockery each chuckle making you realize even more in what situation you were in now.

You tried to get off the bed but the grip that had Alastor on the chain held you firmly in place.

“Oh my dear, but I’m not done yet” he says before slamming you back into the bed.

Indeed he wasn’t done yet.

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It’s 3 am and I hope what I wrote made sense

[irrlicht-writes]

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Read this and its updates on Ao3! Updates will be semi-weekly~

The light of the moon shines right into the small of the alleyway and Vox whimpers. He stares at Alastor’s back, and the demon’s head twitches, turning back around. The bullet had hit him right straight through the eye, and blood is pouring out of the socket. There’s blood on his shining yellow teeth, and it’s dropping down his chin onto his shoulders and chest.

“Little fool,” Alastor croons in a deep, warbling voice, “do you want me to kill you?” | When promises were made, years and years apart, sometimes it's worth remembering what those promises were for. And when they dance again, in a hall full of light, they might just tear each other apart.

*

Vox is staring at the calendar as if it’s somehow going to solve the problem for him. February is fast approaching, and with it, Valentine’s Day. He’s not sure what to do. Are he and Alastor an item? They’ve kissed, sure, but they’ve done little else... well, what happened in the studio non-withstanding. Vox still blushes when he thinks about that. He’d like a repeat.

Regardless, he’s getting distracted. Valentine’s Day. What the fuck is he going to do – is he going to do anything? What if Alastor will do something? Fuck, if only one of them were a girl, then this wouldn’t be so complicated. But Alastor is a girl, right? He’s got all the girl skills. Vox isn’t actually sure what girl skills actually are, but Alastor for sure got them, right? Cooking, cleaning, sewing, that sort of shit. And! And he has gossip parties with Rosie, doesn’t he? So yeah. Alastor is the girl. While Vox is the man. With all the man skills. Like. Like, uh. He’s surely got some deeply buried, manly man skills. Yup. Absolutely. Vox the Man, at your service.

Fucking hell.

Back to the damn point!

Valentine’s Day.

What the fuck is he gonna do?

Does Alastor even want to be wined and dined? Not that Vox can even afford that shit. What about flowers? Chocolate? Does Alastor even like chocolate? Can deer eat chocolate? What if he doesn’t like it? Gods fucking damn it. He curls up in his bed and hugs his pillow tight.

Alastor likes singing, and he likes dancing. That at least Vox knows. So maybe a trip to the club? But that hardly feels appropriate for Valentine’s Day. And does Alastor even like going to clubs? He’s never mentioned going to any before. Vox groans into his bedding. This had been easier when he had been alive. He really had to pull the baddest bitch in town in Hell, didn’t he?

If at least the bad bitch were uncomplicated...!

“Gods, you’re my last hope, I beg of you!”

Yesterday, Vox had shyly asked Rodriguez for advice. He hadn’t specified who his paramour was but judging by the man’s more than tired look, he had known. He’d also said fuck you in nice, flowery words. And then the asshole had walked away. Rodriguez was the rudest, useless assholes Vox had the misfortunate to know. He had definitely not run after him in tears, begging him for help. Nope. He would never, he’s a man.

And right now, in front of him, are sitting Husk and Niffty. He’d been lucky to get them both at the house while Alastor had been away. Niffty is chugging her coffee like it’s a sport – she’s on cup five already – and Husk looks like he just got rumpled out of sleep, although the grumpy look is definitely a staple for him anyway.

“I find that hard to believe,” Husk says and looks at his coffee. He’s complained about not being able to get whiskey – they are at a café, for fuck’s sake, they don’t serve fucking alcohol also it’s bloody midday!

“You know him better than I. Husk, please, just tell me what I can get him for Valentine’s. We’re... together, or something. And – and he’s the girl, so I have to get him a gift, but I don’t even know if he likes chocolate!”

“No,” Husk answers instinctively. “Wait, Alastor’s the girl?”

“Alastor’s not a girl!” Niffty pipes up. “He’s the bestest bad boy I know! Hey! I need another coffee!”

“No, Niff, you don’t need more coffee. Anyway – no, Red doesn’t like chocolate. He’ll eat it, but he doesn’t like sweets. And, Vox, I – I don’t think he cares about Valentine’s. So, don’t stress about it? If you really wanna do something – shit, I dunno. Also, what the fuck you mean when you say Red’s the girl?”

Vox whimpers and lets his face fall onto the table. He doesn’t know what to do! Ugh, he’s a terrible boyfriend. Is he even a boyfriend? Gods, why is this so complicated? Getting married had been simpler than this shit. He’s lucky to not have hair, he surely would’ve turned grey already.

“What do I do,” he whimpers against the table, his one and only friend in this hellscape.

“Pay the fucking coffee bill,” Husk says and Vox slumps.

He needs friends that are useful.

Later that day, Vox sits on the low wall, staring off into space. Somewhere above him is a transmitter mast, and he can hear Alastor broadcasting. He’s not really listening to the words – it’s early afternoon, and that’s when Alastor is running most of his cooking advice or actual skits. Speaking of, maybe he could cook for Alastor...? Well, yeah, he could do that, if he never wants to see the demon ever again.

Most storefronts are decorated in pink hearts and whatever else is considered cute. So, the easy solution is out: no chocolate for the radio demon. What about flowers? Maybe some nice, red roses? But – that feels so basic. Alastor is special, and so Vox should do something special. But what? Okay, let’s think; what does Alastor like?

He likes radio. He likes blood. He likes murder. He likes carnage. He likes Vox – probably.

Vox pulls a face. That’s not exactly a list he can do much with. Sure, maybe he could try to buy him a radio, but – it’s likely Alastor would already have it, no? And sure, Vox could try and import stuff from the living world, but he doesn’t have enough money for that and the demon is severely allergic against things that are younger than he is.

Vox sighs and hugs his legs.

Even after all this time, it’s jarring how similar Hell is. They celebrate the same holidays as back topside, and money is still a ruler over everyone. If something can get exploited monetarily, then it will be. Vox doesn’t really mind, but it sure as fuck stresses him out. Maybe he should just buy the demon a card. Something like bee mine or something, but instead something with a deer pun. You’re deerest to me, or some corny shit like that. But that would hardly be special, wouldn’t it? Anyone could do that. Vox wants to be different. He wants to be special.

But – how?

“You’re kinda pathetic, you know?”

Vox blinks, and looks up to see Maggie standing there. Huh. He hadn’t really expected her.

“Leave me alone,” he murmurs and hugs his knees tighter. He wants to sulk.

“Roddie said you got Valentine’s problems. Why? Flowers ain’t good enough?”

“No!”

Maggie rolls her eyes and sits down next to him.

“Why not? Creepy fucker would like ‘em, no? I hear he’s tryna to be a gentleman, or somethin’. And why don’t you think he’s gonna get you something?”

Vox blushes. He’s really obvious, isn’t he? But well, how could he not? Alastor is everything, and he doesn’t quite understand why he’s alone in this – not that he minds, he really doesn’t want to share, and he’s afraid that in a straight-up battle he’d lose pathetically. So maybe nobody sharing his viewpoint is a good thing.

“I want it to be special. Only thing I could do that’s different is organise a murder fest, but how the fuck would I do that? Like, walk up to someone and be like Yo wanna get slaughtered by the radio demon as a Valentine’s present? Yeah, no.”

Maggie hums, and kicks her legs a little. It’s kind of nice, Vox supposes, that she stopped. She didn’t have to, but she did.

“If it were reversed,” she says then, “what would you hope for?”

Vox looks at her and thinks. If Alastor were to give him a gift for Valentine’s... honestly, he’d be happy with anything, as long as Alastor were the one giving it. But it’s different for him. Vox knows he’s more in love with the demon than the demon is in love with him; if Alastor is really in love with him at all. But he feels dumb saying that. And to Maggie, of all people, not that it matters much.

“I dunno,” he settles on, then, because he doesn’t want to leave her hanging. “Maybe something that shows he thought about it for more than a moment.”

Maggie nods, seemingly lost in thought a bit. “You know,” she continues, “if it were me, I think I’d want something that reminds me of him. You know? Like, I’d look at it years down the road, and I’d still remember who it’s from, even if we’re not together anymore. A nice memory, no matter what happens, you know? Something to prove that there had been someone, even if it’s no longer true.”

Befuddled, he looks at her. Huh, that’s actually kind of profound. Something that’ll always show you were there, once, even if you’re not any longer. Sure, Vox won’t ever leave Alastor’s side, but he likes the poetics behind the statement.

“Can’t you be this profound when we shoot our fucking movies?”

Maggie laughs, and punches him in the arm.

“I could be,” she chuckles, “if the scripts were good. See you later, Vox. Don’t think too hard, yeah? I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

She hops down the wall and saunters away. Vox looks after her for a bit, before he directs his gaze onto the pavement. What could he do, that is unique to him, that would remind Alastor of him for years to come?  He touches his face. He has an idea, but he doesn’t know if it’ll work. He could just try it. What’s the worst that could happen? But he needs help with it. He hopes Alastor is still out. He slides down the wall, and makes his way to his destination.

He’s lucky.

Alastor is still out.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Niffty says. “How big do you want it?”

“Not big,” Vox replies, “It just needs to fit something of this size into it, so it’ll need a zipper or something in the back.”

He shows Niffty with his fingers, and she gets paper to draw a line on it. “Is it okay if I need a week?”

He nods. “Yeah, sure, don’t worry about it. I need to make the thing first, anyhow. And thanks for helping me, Niffty. What can I give you in return?”

Niffty taps a finger against her chin, thinking hard. “Nothing! It’s for Alastor, so it’s okay. He always finds the best bugs for me, and lets me do my puppet shows. I like him a lot! And don’t worry, I won’t tell him. He usually doesn’t care what I do in my free time.”

Vox breathes a sigh of relief. That’s good to hear. He’ll still think of something to do for Niffty – he can’t really do his plan without her, after all. Maybe some energy drinks supply, or something. She seems to be finding bugs and bad boys on her own well enough – such an odd combination.

“My my, is that a bunny I spy?”

Vox doesn’t shriek, really, he doesn’t, when Alastor speaks up behind him. Fucking hell, he hadn’t heard the door open.

“H-hey, Allie,” he croaks like a frog and turns his head, looking at the demon over his shoulder. Behind him is Husk, holding grocery bags. It surprises Vox every time, seeing the demon be so domestic he goes and buys groceries like a regular motherfucker.

Husk drags himself in the direction of the kitchen, clearly thrilled with his current situation in life.

“I wasn’t aware you’d be visiting, dear. Will you be staying for dinner? I was told a new recipe I simply must try out.”

The demon swings his cane around and pats Niffty on the head absent-mindedly. He doesn’t even seem to notice and fuck, Vox is in love. He looks up at Alastor, smiling like the fool he is.

“Yeah, I’d like to. I’d really like to stay.”

I’d really like to stay forever.

Vox doesn’t really have much space in his home, but he makes do. In life, he’s liked to tinker a fair amount, so he’s feeling pretty confident. He’s got no idea if Alastor will actually like his gift, but – maybe in the end, the thought is what counts most. And boy, did Vox think about this. Even if this turns out to be a failure, he can always look back and say he’s tried his best. But it won’t. It won’t be a failure, it’ll be a huge success. Holding his trusty screwdriver in hand, Vox smiles.

He looks out the window. Dinner at Husk’ house had been an experience, and Vox is eager to repeat it.

“It tastes like garbage!”

“Now, you’re just saying that because I didn’t put the cheese in. You know how terrible you react to cheese, Husker! Vox, dear, what do you think?”

“Hey, that ain’t fair! Of course he’s gonna take your side! No, we need someone neutral and the only neutral party here is me, so I’m fucking right! Give me the cheese!”

“Bushwa! How in the hells are you neutral on this stance? I shall in fact eat all the cheese myself!”

“You won’t fucking dare!”

Yeah, it had been funny. And Vox hadn’t said it then, but yeah, cheese would’ve been better.

He laughs and presses his hands together in front of his chest. He loves the demon so. So, so much, he could explode. Gods, he wants to kiss him again. Again and again and again, until the end of time.

“Here you go. Is it okay?”

Vox takes it from Niffty’s hands and squeezes it. He smiles. “It’s perfect, Niffty, thank you. Allie didn’t see it?”

“Nuh-uh! I told you, he doesn’t care what I do in my free time! Are you giving it to him now?”

Vox shakes his head. He still has some time, and he’s unsure on where to give it to Alastor. Inviting him home feels weirdly intimate, and laden with expectations he’s unsure Alastor would be comfortable with. Not that Vox... wouldn’t want, but... he’s a considerate boyfriend, is all. Truly an angel, he is.

“Not yet. Don’t tell him, okay? I’ll do it on Valentine’s.”

Niffty smiles, posing adorably. “Okay,” she answers, “I hope everything goes well, TV man!”

She skips away and Vox holds the gift close. His heart is beating fast. He’s even picked the right song. Well, at least he hopes so. He’s gotta admit, he’s a little giddy. However, with the gift in hand, he’s rather not be caught by Alastor again – being in his house is excusable, but holding this thing? Yeah no, the demon might get curious and we can’t have that. So he starts hurrying home. Sure, he would like to see Alastor, but Valentine’s is soon.

Having arrived home, he gets to work. It’s not much left to do, but Vox takes great care in it. When he’s done, he tests it out – it would do no good if it would blow up into the demon’s face first thing he does. But it works. Sure, it’s not perfect, and it might not sound like the things you can buy, but – Vox made this himself (well, with Niffty’s help, but mostly himself!).

He hopes Alastor will like it. He really, really does.

The radio demon’s not cruel, is he?

It’s Valentine’s, and it’s early evening, almost still afternoon. Vox sits on the bench, nervous as hell – he’s wearing his good suit, one that he rarely ever puts on. Husk and Niffty had promised to get Alastor into the park at roughly this hour, and Vox needs to think of something to thank them with. He had considered wrapping his present, but he decided against it. He didn’t even put a bow on it, or anything. What if Alastor didn’t like cute, and would look at a bow with disdain? No, no, best to play it safe. Best option would probably be to toss that thing at Alastor’s head from a distance, yell something vaguely romantic and run for the fucking hills before the demon would even get what was going on at all.

“Oh! Are you the surprise Husker mumbled about?”

Vox’s breath hitches in his throat. Looking to the side, nervous as hell, he can see Alastor stroll over. He looks like he always does – of course he does, why would he look any different? Before the demon can reach the bench, Vox jumps to his feet, hiding his gift behind his back. He feels like a little boy.

“I – I, uh – yes, I am!”

Alastor stops two steps in front of him and tilts his head.

“Whatever are we meeting in the park for? You know where my house is. If you want to look at the roses, they’re best enjoyed around midday! They are also free to take, in case you wish to decorate.”

Vox takes a deep breath. Husk said that Alastor doesn’t care much about Valentine’s, so he’s probably unaware. That’s okay, Vox is hyper-aware for both of them.

“It’s Valentine’s Day!”

Alastor had turned his head towards the rosebushes, and now he looks back at Vox, blinking confused.

“It is? My, time sure does fly, does it not? I’m unsure as to what importance it is, though. Is it... your birthday?”

Bless his heart, he sounds truly confused. Vox can’t help but smile. He’d been so nervous these past few days, but standing here now, with Alastor, he can feel it all melt away, like it never even mattered. If Alastor won’t like his gifts – that would be okay. He’s here. He’s here. That’s all that matters.

“I have a gift for you,” he says, calm for the first time in days, “for Valentine’s.”

He holds his hands outward and Alastor blinks, taking it. In his claws, he holds a small plush TV that Niffty made. Curiously, the demon turns it. He looks at Vox then, clearly waiting for some more information.

“It’s, uh, it’s –“ Okay, now he’s nervous again. “Here, if you press it – try pressing it, gently.”

Blinking, confused but ever so cute, Alastor squeezes the little plush toy and then You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile starts playing. Surprised, Alastor holds the plush closer, and his ears twitch – gods Vox wants to lick them.

“You like that song, right? I – Niffty helped me with sewing that toy –“

“I see,” the demon interrupts Vox’s attempts at rambling, and he turns the toy over. “How does it work?”

Eager, Vox steps forward and opens the plush TV. He points to the device he’s put in there – whenever the pressure point is pressed enough, the song starts playing, and it runs on battery, so it’s easily exchangeable.

“Do you – do you like it?”

Alastor hums, squeezing the toy again. Then he looks at his cane.

“I do,” he admits, “but I can play the song myself. Can you change the song the device plays?”

Vox deflates a little – he should’ve thought about that. Alastor is a radio host, after all, of course he would have access to all his favourite songs on demand. But hey, the thought still counts, doesn’t it?

“I – yes, I can,” damn his voice for sounding so detached, “what song would you like?”

Alastor looks at him, and smiles. “Yours.”

Vox blinks, confused. Huh? “Huh?”

“I can play any song I want with my microphone. What I can’t do,” he says, voice sultry sweet, “is have you sing it for me.”

Vox can’t breathe. Did he really – did he – for real? He – he hadn’t even thought about that. Vox isn’t a singer, not really, but – Alastor – he – he really – gods. Oh fuck, he’s so in love.

“You – you really want me to sing it?”

“Yes,” affirms Alastor, still smiling. “Whichever song you please, as long as you sing it. Can you do that?”

Vox wants to fuck him, he wants to kiss him, he wants to marry him.

“Yes,” Vox breathes and he takes the toy when Alastor hands it back. He can’t look away from the demon.

“Thank you for the gift,” the radio demon croons, “I look forward to receiving it.”

He brushes his fingers along Vox’s face, and Vox whimpers. He’s behaving like a fucking teenager, but he can’t fucking stop.

“Come,” Alastor says, unbothered, “let me invite you to drinks. A new bar has opened up, and I had planned to visit it with dear Husker sometime, but your company is much more pleasant! Come, come!”

Without waiting, he stalks on ahead and Vox only has time to stuff the toy into his bag before he runs after him.

The bar they go to is actually kind of fancy, not the usual garbage clubs Vox tends to visit. There’s even a stage, and a singer is performing. Well, at least Vox isn’t underdressed, even if these people aren’t his, well, people.

“Allie, I don’t think I fit in here. They’re all fancy and stuff.”

Vox presses against Alastor’s arm, his only shield against all the looks he surely must be getting.

“Bushwa! If they have a problem with you, they might dare and come to me. No, no, dear sheik, worry not your pretty square head. Come, let us try out the drinks. If they are bad, I mustn’t bring Husker here at all, ha!”

They wander over to the bar and Vox only really felt safe if he was physically pressed against the demon. Luckily, Alastor seems not to mind.

“Hello, my good man! Give us your best quilt, now will you?”

The barkeep just grunts, and complies.

“Shall we make it a competition, dear? Whoever of us can drink more?”

Vox pouts. “What do I get if I win?”

“So focused! If you win, love, then I might be persuaded to sleep in your bed tonight.”

“Get us all the drinks!”

Alastor laughs and Vox desperately tries to drink straight from the bottle. He can drink that twig under the table!

He, in fact, could not drink that twig under the table. Alastor is a fucking bottomless barrel. Like, seriously, where is storing all that alcohol? Vox can barely walk straight, and the only effect on Alastor seems to be a slight blushing of his cheeks. It’s fucking adorable, but that’s not the point!

“You should’ve said you can drink like you bein’ paid for it.”

Alastor laughs, a clear sound in the night. “I don’t recall you asking, darling. Never take a bet if you don’t know all the relevant factors. I’m win-orientated!” 

An asshole, is what he is. An asshole Vox is sadly madly in love with.

“So, what did you win, exactly?”

The demon gives him a side-eye, smirking only.

“Why, I won my right to sleep wherever I want tonight! Also, of course, I won you, didn’t I?”

Before Vox can fully comprehend that sentence – he is drunk, after all – Alastor pushes him against the wall and presses himself along Vox’s body. Vox’s breath hitches and he’s blushing, not just because of the alcohol. It’s dark, and Alastor is so pretty. Vox wants him. He just fucking wants him so much. He bites his lip, and stares into the red eyes before him.

He wants to – he loves him. He wants to say it, but he doesn’t dare. Why not? It’s Valentine’s. Now’s the day he should be able to say it. But something stops him. Vox whimpers and puts his hands on Alastor’s waist – it’s so tiny, so thin and Vox presses against the body before him.

“Cash,” Vox doesn’t beg, because he’s a man and men don’t beg. Alastor curls his lip in a snarling smile and reaches forward, slow, always too slow. Vox opens his mouth in advance, waiting, eagerly waiting and he smell Alastor’s rancid breath already when voices sound from the corner.

“You the radio demon?”

Oh, Vox hates them and wants them to die.

Alastor turns his head towards the voices, but he hardly removes himself from the position he’s in. His upper lip is curled in the grimace of a smile and he blinks slowly.

“So sorry, gents, I’m not on air at the moment. If you have song requests, please keep them to yourselves.”

“Nah, you fucker, we’re here to beat you up.”

Alastor sighs and rolls his eyes. “Really,” he grumbles, only to Vox, “can’t they tell I’m busy?”

That’s him! That’s Vox! Vox is busy!

But he does push away from the nice position they’ve been in and he fully turns to the sinners that have started coming closer.

“Let’s do this quickly, then. Seven against one! It’s not like I stand a chance. My, what a bind I’m in! Whatever shall I do, woe be upon me.”

He’s undermining his own words by focusing on the dirt under his fingernails. He’s so fucking silly, Vox loves him. However, the sinners seem to take courage from it, as they begin to advance more quickly. Sobering up faster than Vox ever thought to be possible, he pushes himself from the wall, ready to stand with the demon.

“Hush, my love. Don’t get in the way. Stand there and look pretty, will you?”

The sinners are close now, and Alastor snaps his head around with a loud crack. It echoes in the alleyway they’re in and Vox – he expects to see something like he saw at the gala, but he doesn’t. Instead, Alastor rushes forward, faster than Vox even knew was possible and he lands exactly in the middle of the intruders. With black hands and claws, he swipes through the air, ripping two people in half. Blood splatters onto the ground and the other five shriek in terror, and they separate.

Alastor grins wide, more smile than anything else, and there’s blood on his cheek. Without missing a beat, he jumps after another two, smashing their heads against the nearby wall. They burst open like ripe watermelons. One of the remaining three finally fumbles out his gun, and he aims at Alastor with shaking hands. Vox gasps when he hears the shot – Alastor’s head jerks, and Vox wants to scream already, but the demon just laughs, deep and full on static. His head cracks back up and Vox can hear the sinner mutter a very heart-felt “fuck” before Alastor jumps him too, chomping his teeth on his head, ripping it clear off. The two that are still alive have scrambled back to the entry of the alleyway and Alastor turns his head, with the head of their, their leader, still in his mouth.

“Running already? But I’m not even done yet! Come! Come beat me up, I’m all open!”

As if to prove his point, he throws his arms to the side, laughing. The ripped off head falls to the ground with a wet sound and the sinners scream, and they run away.

The light of the moon shines right into the small of the alleyway and Vox whimpers. He stares at Alastor’s back, and the demon’s head twitches, turning back around. The bullet had hit him right straight through the eye, and blood is pouring out of the socket. There’s blood on his shining yellow teeth, and it’s dropping down his chin onto his shoulders and chest.

Alastor turns around fully and starts stalking towards Vox – it’s only a handful of steps and Vox sinks to his knees. Alastor stops before him and he grins wide. With the moonlight behind him, he looks like he belongs exactly where he is. Vox presses his legs together, trying to get some friction. Slowly, Alastor bends over, never ever needing a spine and he grabs Vox’s face with bloody hands. He pulls Vox back up with him and slowly, too fast, slams him against the wall. There’s something fleshy moving in his eye socket and then Alastor presses himself up against Vox, kissing him. Needy, Vox whimpers and pawns at Alastor’s back, trying to press in closer. He can taste the sinner’s blood on Alastor’s tongue and he wants – he wants – it’s embarrassing, but oh gods, how he wants.

“I wanna fuck you,” he pants with hot breath against Alastor’s lips.

The demon growls in response and pushes his claws softly into Vox’s flesh. Vox’s hips buck forwards and he can’t help the wanton moan that escapes his throat.

“Hold onto me,” the demon rumbles in a low tone and he doesn’t need to say that twice. Desperate for his mouth again, Vox presses back in, kissing him again, wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders, fisting his hands into his hair.

It’s dark, then, and something feels cold and wrong, and when Vox opens his eyes, they’re in his shoebox. How did they – what - but Alastor pushes him back, onto the bed behind him. Vox catches himself on his elbows and he stares up. Half of Alastor’s face is smeared in blood, his eye is still a bloody, fleshy mess, and he tears his bowtie off.

“Undress to your liking.”

Vox must black out for a moment, but when he comes back to himself, he starts tearing his clothes off. He’s not gonna ask, and he’s gonna take it. This wasn’t how Vox had suspected today to go. And still, he’s a little insecure, so – he leaves his underwear on. Shyly, he glances up at the demon – he’s gotten rid of his bowtie, his suit jacket and his shoes, apparently. Well, Vox never thought he’d get to see Alastor’s shirt this clearly, although it is a bit of a shame.

The demon climbs on top of Vox, and presses him into the mattress. “Little sheik,” he croons with a voice as smooth as silver, “displease me, and I’ll rip you apart. But, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Teasingly, he strokes a sharp, bloody claw along Vox’s throat and he whimpers. Yes. Yes, he would like that, actually. Alastor bends forward, and licks his tongue along Vox’s neck and he shivers. Instinctively, he spreads his legs and Alastor slots himself right in, as if he belongs there and gods – the things it does to Vox’s head. Sharp teeth tease at his Adam’s apple and he – he wants. He wants Alastor to push his teeth in, rip it out and swallow it down. Fuck, fuck, what in the hells is wrong with him?!

The demon sits back up again, still smiling. With his thumb, he wipes away some blood on his cheek and holds it close to Vox’s face – so close, and yet too far to lick it clean. Vox wants. He wants to lick it clean. The demon shuffles back and blindly, Vox follows. Alastor lets himself fall back onto the mattress, and Vox follows, hovering over him. He’s out of breath already.

Smiling like a cat, Alastor reaches his hand up, pushing his thumb into the corner of Vox’s mouth. But before he can properly start sucking and licking it, Alastor pulls him down and shoves his tongue between Vox’s teeth. He moans and shivers and he leans down, lets his body fall onto Alastor’s and he responds to the kiss with wild abandon. The demon’s dainty legs sling themselves around Vox’s hips and Vox could die right now and wouldn’t regret a thing. Well, maybe he wants to get off first, but that’s a secondary objective here.

Pulling his thumb out of his mouth, Alastor wraps his arms around Vox’s neck and pulls him impossibly closer. Vox rakes his fingers on his bedding, shredding his blanket but he doesn’t care. Heart beating up to his ears, he starts to grind forwards, fully expecting to be shoved off, to be slammed against the wall and threatened within an inch of his life and that wouldn’t be so bad either. But – Alastor doesn’t stop him. He simply shifts his legs a little and if Vox weren’t dead already, he’d surely die now.

Pushing the ball of his hand against Vox’s throat, Alastor temporarily interrupts their kiss to growl, deep and dark: “Do your worst.”

Then he pulls Vox back in, biting hard onto his tongue, and Vox rams his own claws into Alastor’s shoulders, holding him as close as he can as he starts rutting against him. He can feel the demon’s blood over his fingers and fuck, he’s getting high. His own blood pools in his mouth and he bites the demon back as good as he gets. In his mouth, their blood mixes and Vox can’t tell the taste apart anymore. He loves it. Fuck, he needs more, he needs everything.

“Allie,” he pants, desperate, “Allie, fuck, I need you, gods, I can’t –“

He starts rutting faster, and he’s expecting Alastor to stop him at any moment. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t, he doesn’t, he doesn’t.

Vox is different. He’s special, and only he gets this. Only him, only him, only him.

“Only me,” he growls, as deep as he can go, and he pushes his claws into Alastor’s throat. The demon looks up at him, with half-lidded eyes – eye, rather – and the tip of his tongue pokes out of his mouth. It’s full of blood. Vox breathes hard, tearing his claws down, leaving bloody streaks in his wake. Alastor doesn’t seem to mind and Vox roars, rutting faster, tearing his claws through the demon’s chest. He can feel Alastor’s claws scratch at the back of his neck and gods, he wants to. He wants them to kill each other in the bloodiest way.

Vox grunts and his thrusts become erratic. He’s so close, and Alastor’s legs are locked so tight around him. Gods, fuck, he doesn’t want to stop, how could he ever stop?

“Little fool,” Alastor croons in a deep, warbling voice, “do you want me to kill you?”

“Yes! Yes yes yes yes!” Vox shouts and he comes, smashing his lips against Alastor once again. The demon’s legs tighten around his hips and Vox is riding his high. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck he wants more, he needs more, he needs it again.

Pulling away, because he needs to fucking breathe, he sinks down onto the man below him, and he breathes hard next to the demon’s face. He feels cold claws trail along his spine and he moans, closing his eyes. He swallows, his throat dry as fuck. He doesn’t know what the fuck just happened. But frankly; he kind of doesn’t care. This was – fuck, this was better than he could’ve ever fucking dreamed of.

“Wait,” he pants, “did you – ?”

“Shush, sheik. Don’t push your luck.”

Vox’s heart stops for probably a little too long, but it’s okay. Fuck. He’s never expected that Valentine’s could go like this, that – that it could feel like this.

“Your eye,” he starts.

“It will be fine. Give me two days, and why, you’ll never even know it was gone at all!”

Alastor pushes him away and sits up, looking only a little rumpled. He’s bloody all over. Vox whimpers. He wants him. He wants him more than is healthy, probably, but what is he to do? He’s so gone, he’s so far gone.

“Stay here tonight. Allie – please. Just sleep next to me. I won’t touch you, but – please.”

Alastor blinks at him. He seems to contemplate the idea.

“So needy,” he comments, but falls back all the same. “I suppose you can hold my hand.”

Vox smiles, and he does. Alastor’s hand are ice-cold, and there’s blood that’s just starting to dry on them, but it’s perfect. It’s perfect and Vox – Vox wants things to never change.

In the morning, the demon is gone.

There’s a note in his stead, though: Rest well, little fool.

Vox smiles, and keeps the note close.

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Vox u look like u whimper in bed

"He does. It's delightful."

"Only sometimes!"

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oh oh oh 10 and vox please 💖💕

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When you touch me, my mind is gone.  The only words I know are lost inside your body. (right in there.)

NSFT below the cut!

It's rare that they get the luxury of a bed. Fox sleeps in a bunkroom with his other three commanders, and Quinlan's job as a Shadow has him all over the place, sometimes deep undercover and unable to return to his quarters. They've adjusted to it, they take what they can get, but tonight-

Tonight Fox is sprawled facedown on the impossible slab of softness of Quinlan's bed in the Jedi Temple. It's the most luxury he's ever felt - his naked skin slides against soft sheets as he burrows down into the mattress.

Quinlan's hand slides up his back, rough callouses scraping little shivers of sensation from Fox. "You look comfy," he murmers. Fox just makes a happy little noise of assent before Quinlan smirks, a teasing light in his eye.

The mattress dips, and suddenly the entire six foot four length of Quinlan is stretched on top of Fox, weighing him down even more into the bed. "Ah, you are comfy! Best seat in the house!" Quinlan crows with a voice full of humor.

It's all fun and games, or - it should be. But there's something about the weight pinning Fox down, covering every limb with Quinlan's warm heavy muscles that makes Fox's brain short out into static.

He makes an undignified little noise. It's muffled into the pillow, but of course Quinlan catches it. "Fox?" he says, leaning in closer to Fox's face, and all that does is plaster his chest to Fox's back even more, forcing Fox down, and Fox gasps, gives a full-body shudder.

"Oh," Quinlan says in surprise, and then his voice deepens into a soft low purr. "Oh, Fox. You like that?"

"No shit, genius," Fox tries to say. Tries, because what actually comes out of his mouth is another embarrassing whimper. His mind is gone, lost to the overwhelming sensation of Quinlan pressing him down, Quinlan covering him completely, Quin Quin Quin-

Fox must say his name aloud as he writhes underneath the weight, because Quinlan makes soft shushing noises right into his ear. Saber-calloused hands slide along his arms and gently circle his wrists.

"Like this?" Quinlan murmurs, giving an experimental roll of his hips against Fox's ass, and Fox nearly shakes apart. He can't help the rut of his hips into the mattress beneath him, or the unbidden whine that builds in his throat, so he twists his head as much as he can and finds Quinlan's mouth there, waiting.

He has to break the kiss when the steady roll of Quinlan's hips gets to be too much, but Fox doesn't have the brainpower to ask for what he wants. Every sensation is heightened to a degree that makes Fox feel almost fragile.

It's not a feeling he's used to - Fox is not fragile. Fox is tough. Fox can take anything the galaxy throws at him.

Except, apparently, being crushed into a mattress by the Jedi he loves. Fox shudders again, hard, and the whine he's been holding back finally escapes him when Quinlan slides teasingly against his ass.

"Yeah," Quinlan mutters in a voice gone raspy, "Yeah, baby, just like that."

Fox's words are gone, lost in the press of Quinlan's body against his. He nods fervently against the pillow and loses himself to bliss.

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Run Rabbit Run Pt. 1 - Valentino/Reader/Vox

TW: Minor mentions of non-con and abuse

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Your legs burn from all the running you’ve been doing in the long, dark hallways of this mansion. You don’t even know where it could possibly be residing. In a city? In the middle of nowhere? You don’t know and you don’t care, it’s been your prison for too long and you had to leave.

You really should’ve put more thought into your plan of escape instead of just making a run for it the moment you had the chance, but here you are. You have to try to find the exit. It had to be here somewhere, it’s a fucking house. All houses have exits. You’d scour the entire place to find it, no matter how long it takes. As long as it gets you away from him—from them. Your captors who’ve kept you here, tortured you in ways that make you feel sick just thinking about.

You still feel the ghost-touch of their hands roaming your body, Vox’s tongue running up your sternum while Valentino’s razor sharp teeth grazed your neck and bit down. You still feel the ghost-pain of how tight the rope was around your wrists. Hell, you can still see the bruises left behind, the light indentations. You recall how sometimes Valentino would even exhale a strange pink smoke that made both of their touches turn to fire and leaving you writhing under them, mewling at their ministrations.

You shake your head and keep going, ignoring how much it hurt to breathe. No. You’d sooner die than go back to that. Even if they caught you, you’d keep fighting. Keep trying to run. You refuse to live that kind of life, to continue to sit through their attempts at “training” you.

The only issue is this place was built like a damned maze. Getting out of the basement was easy enough, but now you're stumbling down halls, trying doors and finding them either locked or leading to an empty room. The windows themselves wouldn’t open or even crack when you threw a chair at one in desperation.

Then you hear it.

Heels against hardwood.

Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack.

“Here, kitty, kitty…”

Fear ignites in your heart, pumping your veins with adrenaline. You jump into the nearest room, shutting the door as softly as you could. You try using the clicking of Valentino’s heels to mask the sound, hoping, praying he didn’t hear. You take in the room before you, trying to find a good hiding spot.

The bed was too obvious. The fainting couch was too open. The armoire could work but that also felt too obvious. There was a closet off to the side, too, but… Shit, this room was so empty.

You notice the window and hurry as quietly as you can over to it, looking out and trying to open it. Of course, it might as well be a decoration affixed to the wall. It won’t even budge. Not to mention it was storming outside, heavy fog and rain made it close to impossible to see too far out.

Just your luck.

God, where could you possibly hide?

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, kitten…” You hear Valentino’s voice calling out, echoing against the walls. It sounded way too close for your liking.

You jump into the closet, pushing yourself as far back as you possibly could, using the darkness and mass amounts of clothes to keep you hidden. You clamp your hands over your mouth, trying to even your breathing, still your pounding heart. Your eyes widen when not even a second later, you hear the softest click as the door opens.

“It’s so cute how you think you can hide in my home, sweetheart.” Valentino’s heels quiet as he enters the carpeted room. “I know every single room in this place. I know which doors are locked, and which ones aren’t.” You hear the shifting of fabric. He has to be looking under the bed now.

“Let me tell you though, sugar, while this little game of cat and mouse has been oh so entertaining, I do grow tired of it. Why don’t you come out?” The door to the wardrobe is opened now. You hear his voice lower a pitch as he says, “You should know better than to hide from your master, kitten.” His tone was laced with so much poison, so much anger and dark promises you have to clamp your hands tighter against your mouth to suppress a whimper.

“Let’s make a little deal, sweet cheeks.” You hear him come closer to your hiding spot. You try to make your form as small and unnoticeable as possible. “You come out now, and I’ll be nice and gentle with your punishment.”

The door to the closet is opened. The abundance of clothing someway, somehow, manages to keep you hidden from Valentino trying to push past it all aside. You hear a frustrated growl leaving him when he can’t find anything. The closet door being slammed shut sends your nerves skyrocketing. You hear him leave the room, jumping when you hear a door to another room abruptly opening.

“The longer you hide from me kitten, the worse you’re making it for yourself.” The sound is more muffled, but you can hear light crashing, doors slamming. The longer you hide, refusing to come out, to reveal yourself to him… it seems his patience can only be spread so thin before it finally snaps.

“I hoped you were smarter than this, sweetheart,” you hear him say out in the hall. “But it looks like I was wrong. If you’re not going to come out…” His voice was a mix of enraged and trilled. You don’t need to see his face to know his lips are curled back into a vicious snarl. “Start praying I find you before Vox does.”

A chill runs down your spine at the mention of him. Tears well in your eyes, slowly spilling over as the claws of fear dug deep, deep into your heart at the mere thought of Vox finding you.

You don’t move, you barely breathe. You listen. Waiting until you hear Valentino’s heels slowly fading down the hall and away from you.

Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack…

You have to get out of here.

[ruffsficstuffplace]

And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 28)

Friday evening, Weiss got out of the ICU.

She lay in her new bed, alone in the spacious room, just a handful of tubes attached to one arm this time, no sound but the hum of the machinery, echoes in her head of what the doctors and nurses said while she was slipping in and out of consciousness from a drug-induced haze.

“… Patient is prone to swift and dramatic swings in mood...”

“… Semblance may activate in times of extreme emotional distress, or perceived danger to self and others…”

“… Highly destructive… treat with extreme caution… potentially lethal to both user and others if left unchecked...”

She couldn’t get up, her ribs hurt, and unlike Nick, her Aura could only heal so much damage so quickly.

She didn’t have access to her scroll, for fear that news of the aftermath, or even her attempting to talk to others might set off another episode, cause her semblance to reactivate and who knows what to happen to her, her surroundings, the staff.

And honestly, given her personal experiences, she couldn’t blame them for the extreme caution.

She could only really use a remote to toy with the temperature, the lights, open and close the curtains so she could decide whether to stare out the beautiful, vibrant world beyond the walls of her room as conscious and aware as she could be, or sit in complete darkness with nothing but the lights of the machinery, maybe pump some more painkillers in if she wanted to drop back into that barely-conscious fog.

The latter seemed like the better, less painful option, so of course Weiss chose the former, reflecting on where it had all gone wrong, what she hadn’t done right, how she’d royally screwed things up this time, independent of her family’s infamously fickle luck.

Nurses came in regularly to break her out of her thoughts. They were kind, caring souls, understanding, well-spoken, and educated about her condition and so many other matters, and she could feel the warmth, the sincerity behind their reassurances and well wishes. But she could also see the carefully measured responses, the swift and graceful redirection and dodging of her loaded questions, like professional dancers weaving their way across a treacherous stage.

“Yin and Yang, two opposing forces existing at once in perfect harmony... nurses like that are just one of the many reasons I do not like being stuck in hospitals,” Nick had once said, a sentiment that Weiss shared wholeheartedly.

Now, though there was nothing she could do but wait, wait for the next nurse to come along to record her vitals and get a bead on how she felt, wait for someone decide what in the hell her fate was going to be, wait for who was going to come through that door next.

It opened, Weiss looked up.

“Lower, vnuchka.”

Weiss looked down, and found Freya carefully slipping into her room, a smile on her lips, but the wrinkles on her face deeper than they usually seemed, the slate blue of her eyes looking more gray than anything else.

“Good evening, Weiss,” Freya said as a nurse followed shortly behind her. “Feeling like complete and utter shit, I’m assuming?”

“Yep, but at least it’s better than nothing,” Weiss muttered. “You know the old saying in Mantle...”

“Suffering is how you know you live still, that there is still yet more to live for,” they both said in Vox.

Freya smiled as she stepped up, the nurse quietly and discretely pulled up an ornate chair beside Weiss’ bed for her. “It still surprises me you speak the words so well,” she said as she clambered up the seat, perched on the side of Weiss’ bed. “It’s been over a decade since Nick taught you that, hasn’t it?”

Weiss smiled back, if only a little. “What can I say? They really do help get through hard times...” she sighed, and looked away. “Kind of like right now...”

The nurse began to speak up, Freya held up her hand. With silent, meaningful looks, the nurse bowed and left the room, Freya reached out and touched Weiss’ arm, the one without tubes running from it. She waited for the almost silent click of the door closing, before she spoke.

“Weiss… this will pass, just like every other dark period of your life.”

“Yeah, and things will get better for a little while, they’ll look on the up and up, then I’ll find some way to screw it up all over again, it’ll all go straight to hell in a hellbasket, and the shitty cycle of never-ending suffering that is my life will start anew!” Weiss cried, her arms shaking as she balled her hands into fists.

Freya frowned, and gently squeezed her arm. “Weiss...”

Weiss sniffed, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Freya. “Grandma… before I was born, you, grandpa, and the doctors all tried to fix me, didn’t you…? But why does it feel like I was still born broken…?”

Freya pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently dabbed Weiss’ eyes dry. “Not broken, Weiss: sick. You’re just sick, and you’re going to get better, just like I did, and just like your mother did...”

“But what if I don’t, huh?!” Weiss snapped, a fresh round of tears pouring from her eyes. “What if I never get better, what if I’m just permanently sick, till the day the universe decides it’s finally gotten tired of having me around?!”

“Then we’re all going to love you, and take care of you, and be here for you, just like we always have, just like we are right now, just like we always will be…” Freya said as she gently shifted about, and hugged Weiss.

“It hurts, Grandma...” Weiss whimpered.

“I know it does, Weiss, I know it does...” Freya whispered, tearing up herself. “But it’ll pass, it always passes, I promise!”

“No, my ribs—your hugging—it hurts...”

Freya swore in Vox then pulled away, eyeing Weiss up and down. “Sorry, vnuchka! Better now...?”

Weiss coughed, and sniffed. “Getting there...”

Freya wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then held Weiss’ arm again. “Here’s something to apologize, then, Weiss...”

Weiss eyes widened as she saw Freya start to glow slate blue, her own body a lighter shade. “Grandma…?”

“Silence, please, Weiss...” Freya whispered as she closed her eyes. “Grandma needs to concentrate...” she muttered, before she recited in Vox, “For it is in giving to others that we gain true wealth. Through this, we become a paragon of generosity and mercy to soothe our shared suffering. Greater than we are alone, I relieve your soul, and by my shoulder, ease thine burden.”

The pain rapidly faded as a warmth flooded Weiss’ body, the distress and gloom she felt washed away, her tears gradually slowing down till they stopped altogether.

Freya let go, her movements careful and slow, taking in deep breaths, and exhaling them as long as she could.

“Are you okay, grandma?” Weiss asked as she carefully put her hand in Freya’s.

“I’m fine, Weiss...” Freya said as she quietly as she entwined her fingers around Weiss’ own. “I’m just old… really, really fucking old.

The nurse returned some time later, apologizing profusely as they explained that it was 9PM and visiting hours were over. Freya and Weiss bid their farewells and made their goodbye kisses on both cheeks, before the nurse helped Freya out of the room, her movements quite a lot slower than when she entered.

“Would you like a cart to take you to the transport hub, Dr. Schnee?” the nurse asked.

“The cart, yes, to the hub, no,” Freya replied. “Per chance, would you happen to know if Director Lashkari is in tonight?”

The nurse nodded. “That she is, Dr. Schnee. I would assume you would like to schedule an appointment with her?”

“Yes, please, and thank you.”

Elsewhere, in Haven, Nick was in his office arguing with some senior Haven students over a project proposal.

“Look, I understand the necessity of it—believe me, the old-fashioned versions were some of the most valuable commodities you could ever have on an expedition where you’ve been out in the wilds for months, you want to keep morale up, and keep people from doing something desperate, or worth much more trouble than those.

“But I’m sorry, I can’t, in good faith, allow your research to be about the effectiveness of giving active huntsmen subsidized subscriptions to premium pornographic CCT sites, and how that might help contribute to reducing stress, and avoiding potential mental health and morale issues out in the field.

“I think it’s worth exploring, honestly! But you’re going to run into problems as soon as you try to get the Atlesian Council to sign off on this, and unfortunately, it’s all four or nothing.”

He and the group of assorted logistics, IT, medical psychology, and HR majors continued to argue and debate, until their time unfortunately ran out. Nick bade them farewell and good luck with figuring out a new project proposal as they packed up or returned their presentation tools, before he shut the door behind them.

He sighed as he pulled up his scroll, found that Focus mode had already expired, and the flood of requests, direct messages, and notifications resumed in earnest. Nick quietly thanked his former students who had designed a sorting algorithm for his device long ago as he checked the only item in the “Priority 1” tier:

A message from Akko.

His eyebrows rose as he read their plans, frowned as she mentioned Weiss, before he nodded and sent them a message back: “Sure, you all go right on ahead, I’ll even help set it up on Saturday. Hell, I’ll just call Snowie and say I’m staying over for tonight, we can all ride together tomorrow morning so I can get Rose and Cavendish briefed, show them the sights.”

He sent it out, moved down to the much more populated “Priority 2” tier.

Ding!

He was in the middle of reading about “potentially suspicious movement of large fleet of cross-continental transport airships in Solitas wilderness” when a brand new P1 pushed it back down. His eyes widened as he saw it, before he sighed, and opened his messenger again.

“Scratch that, kiddos, Uncle Nick’s working for the weekend. Looks like you’ll have to get there yourselves, but I’ll tell Snowie for ya,” he said to Akko.

To his daughter, he sent this: an emoticon of a generic, four-man team of huntsmen; “AWRD”; an emoticon of a Mistral airship; a custom-emoticon of their home in Hoshiko; a bright shining sun; a calendar with the word “SAT” on it; and a cartoonish “X,” followed by custom-emoticon faces of himself and Weiss.

Snowie’s response were emoticons, also, of a check-mark and a heart.

Nick sent a heart back, smiled and wiped a tear from his eye, before he put his work face back on and started sending automated messages, cancellations, and apologies to everyone else he was supposed to meet that night.

Back at Ōkuninushi, a motorized cart stopped in front of Dir. Lashkari’s office. Freya let the nurse escort her through the waiting room, and to her office proper, where they found the llama Faunus busy in the middle of a video conference call, her whole body obscured by floating holographic screens.

“… And there’s my emergency appointment,” Lashkari said. “My apologies, everyone, I wish you much luck with this endeavour; please send me a report come morning, and I will add my input to it.”

The host sighed. “Very well… good day, Dir. Lashkari.”

“And good night to everyone,” Lashkari said, before she shut off her projector. She deliberately looked higher than she needed to, pretended to scan the room, before she looked down and smiled at Freya. “Ah, hello, Dr. Schnee! I almost didn’t see you there,” she said calmly.

Freya’s mouth twitched, but she kept the polite smile on her face. “And hello to you too, Dir. Lashkari! I hope I wasn’t intruding much on your business,” she said as she was helped into one of the chairs across Lashkari’s desk.

“Ah, it’s really no problem, Dr. Schnee.” Lashkari said, before looked at the nurse. She bowed, and silently excused herself, Freya and Lashkari waited until the latter remotely locked the door behind her, before their postures quickly relaxed.

“You know, Lambchop, one of these days, I really just ought to stay outside your door, have you actually looking around and wondering where the hell I am,” Freya said.

“Please don’t, Frosty: it’s hard enough to find you even when I know you’re in the room with me,” Lashkari replied flatly.

Frosty glared at her, before she sighed. “I need a favour from you.”

“Is it getting your granddaughter released early?” Lashkari replied. “Because I’m afraid I don’t have nearly as much sway anymore this high up on the chain of command, and the people that do don’t have the personal experience of watching a supposedly bedridden and securely confined patient falling past their window, followed shortly by their accomplices and the escape rope.”

“You know she’s only going to get worse the longer she’s in here...” Freya muttered.

Lashkari sighed. “I know. But much as I’ve tried to convince them that steel-toed boot or crystal-glass slipper, a Schnee will walk as soon as they’re able to, they insist on keeping her behind a glass case. Frankly, I can’t blame them—and before you rail on me, if it was still my decision, you would have already been on an airbus heading back to Hoshiko with her.”

“But surely there’s something you can do!” Freya cried.

“That I can,” Lashkari replied. “But it’ll come at a cost, and and a great one at that; I’m sure you know how thin a rope those at the top walk, what sort of safety net will convince us to risk losing our balance.”

“Name your price.”

“Poppy owe you a favour?”

“Better yet: Nick.”

Lashkari looked wary. “Are you sure they’ll be able to do it?”

Freya shot her a look. “Lambchop, let me ask if you a question: if Nick came up with a total stranger, tossed you a loaded gun, and told you to shoot them, would you?”

“Yes, because I assume he would have a good reason to make me to do it, as he did every other time he’s asked me to do something that was questionable, at the least.” Lashkari replied as she pulled out her personal scroll, fiddled with it for a moment. “No guarantees, all right?” she said as she slid it over.

“Please, Lambchop,” Freya said as she started reading. “Since when have we ever dealt in absolute certainties?”

“Since we agreed never to call you ‘short’ to your face?” Lashkari replied flatly.

Freya’s ears and tails twitched. “True, and if you had actually done that, I would have replied that I’m not short--”

“--This whole world is just biased towards freakishly tall people, like myself,” Lashkari finished, allowing herself a small smile.

“Exactly,” Freya huffed. She slid back Lashkari’s scroll, and the two of them started negotiating.

“Alright, that should settle it,” Lashkari said as she closed her personal scroll, slid it back into her skirt pocket. “You should see some results as early as eight tomorrow, though realistically they’ll probably agree to release her by Monday.”

Freya sighed. “Good enough, I suppose… call me a nurse and a cab to get me back to Haven, won’t you, Lambchop?”

“Will do, Frosty,” Lashkari said, before she did just that. “Oh, and Frosty?” she asked afterwards.

“Yes?”

Lashkari’s eyes softened. “No more aura transfers in the next couple of weeks, alright? Three at a minimum, six to be safe; I hate to sound like a broken record--”

“--But I’m probably going to actually end up killing myself for real this time, I know, Lambchop,” Freya said, before she gave her a warm look. “Thank you, the concern is appreciated, honestly.”

Lashkari sighed. “You know, times like these I really understand what my mentors meant by ‘Once you become someone’s doctor, you’re always going to be their doctor...’”

Saturday morning, approximately 7:00 AM in the city of Mistral.

At the city’s public airship docks, Diana cringed as she, Akko, and Ruby passed by yet another delivery of live hogs, goats, and other assorted livestock coming in. “I’m really starting to see why you insisted we skipped bathing this morning...” she muttered as she pulled her suitcase away from the snout of a curious goat.

"Don't worry, Diana, you'll get used to the smells long enough!” Akko said as she hauled several duffel bags, some filled with books from the library, the rest with her belongings plus the Shiny Rod. “Or maybe your brain will just start learning to shut your nose off whenever you're near here by habit, but either way, it won't always be this bad!"  

“Thank you for the comforting thought...” Diana replied sacrastically.

“You’re welcome!” Akko said, oblivious.

Diana opened her mouth, but closed her mouth immediately after.

At Ōkuninushi, Weiss sighed as she was wheeled down the halls of the hospital, to one of the transport hubs on the side. “Thanks for getting me out of the hospital again, Grandma...” she muttered. “Sorry you had to do it twice in the same week.”

“Think nothing of it, Weiss, you just focus on getting better,” Freya said as she walked beside her. “Excited to see your mother and brother again...?”

“Well, yeah!” Akko replied. “I mean, I had really hoped the reason we were going home wasn’t as bad, but it’ll be good to see them again, especially after this super crazy, super awful first week we’ve been having.”

“Kinda tipping between sad and relieved Akko, Ruby, and Diana won’t be coming with us, though,” Weiss said. “On the one hand, I want to talk to them and finally tell them everything, on the other hand,  it might not be such a good idea when we’re in such close proximity to each other and can’t get any sort of distance.”

“Hey, did you tell her we’re going back to Hoshiko?” Ruby asked.

“No, actually,” Freya replied, “I wasn’t sure about if you’d be released today, so I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up only to have them dashed. Maybe we’ll just make this a pleasant surprise.”

“We could totally make her a get-well video with Whitley and Aunt Snowie!” Akko said. “That’ll cheer her up.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice...” Weiss muttered, smiling, before she noticed the vehicle waiting for them. “Private airbus ambulance? Really...?”

“It was the only way I could afford all three of us, sorry,” Ruby said as she, Diana, and Akko found a spot in the flat, unfurnished “free seating” section of a passenger airship, thankfully without animals.

“Look on the bright side, vnuchka: at least we’ll be together,” Freya said as nurses helped Weiss inside.

In two different parts of Mistral, two very different airships set off to the skies, both with passengers unaware of the impending collision.

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

Spoilers

(One Of My Favorite Parts Of Chapter Two Of My Hazbin Fanfic! Note That At This Point, Vox Only Came To The Hotel By Process Of Elimination, So He Doesn’t Know She Works There Yet!)

“Good morning, Ebony!” Charlie greeted, waving from the kitchen as Ebony walked downstairs.

“Morning, Charlie…” Ebony yawned.

“Tired again?” Charlie asked.

Ebony nodded, yawning again. “Late night at work….” Ebony yawned.

“Ebony, you NEED to be better about getting to bed on time!” Charlie scolded.

“I know, Princess…” Ebony yawned, sitting down on a couch by the entrance.

“I mean it, Ebony! If I need to track you down using your phone’s location, I’ll DRAG you back here to get a good night’s rest!” Charlie lectured.

“NO!!!!” Ebony blurted out, spooking Charlie with the sudden volume shift.

“Yipes!” Charlie yelped. Ebony’s eyes shrank and she shook her head.

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I mean no, that’s not necessary! I-I’ll get better about it, I-I-I promise!” Ebony stuttered.

“Isss….Everything okay, Boney?” Angel asked.

“I asked you to STOP calling me that, Angel. And I am FINE!” Ebony sighed.

“Are you sure?” Vaggie asked. Ebony nodded violently.

“Perfectly fine! No problems here, folks!” Ebony nodded vigorously.

Angel raised an eyebrow. “Ya sure?”

“Yes!! Positive!!” Ebony snapped.

“That’s what she said.” Angel chuffed.

“You’d know, Plug-and-play.” Ebony scoffed.

“Whoa! That’s harsh! SOMEONE woke up on the wrong side of the bed!” Angel snuffed.

“I went to bed at-” Ebony started.

“A reasonable time last night~! she’s just grumpy she didn’t get to sleep in~!” Alastor interjected, walking downstairs.

“But didn’t the clock say it was-” Ebony started.

“The clock was turned off, deer~! Who’s gonna watch it if nobody’s awake~?” Alastor interjected.

“Fair enough.” Ebony shrugged.

“What’s on the docket for breakfast, dear~?” Alastor asked Charlie.

“Waffles and eggs!” Charlie grinned.

Alastor hummed. “Sounds delicious~!”

Ebony nodded, tummy rumbling. “That’s right, I didn’t manage to get any dinner last night…” Ebony sighed.

“How late were you out? All diners close at like…….12:00……” Vaggie narrowed her eye.

Ebony went to speak before getting cut off by Alastor again. “That is not what matters~!”

“I think it does, because she seems to be tired all the time!” Vaggie objected.

“It doesn’t, as the past is the past~!” Alastor countered.

Ebony got up to walk away, still hobbling slightly. “Hey, uh, has Ebony always had a hobble that bad?” Angel asked. Ebony froze.

“I, uh….Just...ran into a garbage can last night. Still recovering.” Ebony responded quickly. Angel quirked an eyebrow.

“You’re all reading into this too much!” Ebony growled.

“I think you’re hiding something.” Vaggie glowered.

“What, do ya think I’m like...A secret prostitute or something?” Ebony scoffed.

“Uh….” Vaggie froze.

“Well, I’m NOT.” Ebony frowned. “You’re all starting to sound like conspiracy theorists!” Ebony frowned, crossing her arms.

“We’re concerned, Ebony! You spend a lot of time working-It’s unhealthy!” Vaggie argued.

“More like it’s nonya business.” Husk grumbled, making his way downstairs.

“Husker, my good sir~! Welcome back to the land of the awake~!” Alastor greeted.

“Look, what she does is none of your business unless ya have a deal with her.” Husk growled. “Ya know what, show of hands; who has a deal with Ebony?” Husk grumbled.

Alastor brushed his hair out of his face as everyone’s hands dropped, dropping his as Husk facepalmed. “Oh boy, more intrusive people, great….” Husk grumbled.

“Look, is it being paranoid when your friend is doing herself more harm than good?” Vaggie asked.

“Look, if she says she’s fine; leave her the fuck alone. Even if somethin’ were wrong, wouldn’t she have fuckin’ told ya?” Husk grumbled.

A silence fell over the room. “T’ be fair, she wouldn’t cause she doesn’t ask for help when she needs it.” Angel said.

“That doesn’t fuckin’ matter. What matters is that ya respect her choice to not explain anything. She clearly doesn’t want help, and you all need to respect that.” Husk lectured. Everyone nodded.

“Thanks, Husk….” Ebony thanked.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.” Husk shrugged.

Ebony smiled slightly.

“Breakfast is ready!” Charlie called.

(Timeskip to after it’s been dished out.)

“It’s good, Charlie!” Vaggie complimented. Everyone else hummed in agreement.

Ebony nibbled on a waffle, getting interrupted by her phone vibrating, grabbing Alastor’s attention. Ebony sighed, putting her waffle down and walking to the kitchen.

As Ebony got in the kitchen, she checked the text. “You’re going to be late again, Ebony. Kick it in gear.”

Ebony sighed heavily, texting a response. “IT. IS. 7:00. IN. THE. MORNING. I. AM. EATING. YA KNOW, THAT IMPORTANT THING WE HAVE TO DO TO SURVIVE?!?”

Ebony waited a few moments before getting a notification. “✔️ read; 7:00” Ebony froze.

“Wait. I forgot he has a TV for a head….!!! I may have sealed my fate.” Ebony whimpered. Ebony headed back out to breakfast, putting her phone on silent.

“Everything okay, Eb?” Charlie asked. Ebony nodded.

“Dad being Dad again.” Ebony sighed.

“Haven’t ya talked to him?” Charlie asked sadly.

“Fifteen times now. Still the same answer.” Ebony frowned.

“Well, I-I-I’m sure that he’ll lighten up soon!” Charlie assured.

“Probably not...He has tunnel vision, I swear to heaven….” Ebony slumped, resting her head in her arms.

“Oh……..” Charlie frowned.

Ebony shifted nervously, gaze drifting down. “Something wrong, deer~?” Alastor asked. Ebony jumped, nodding in silent confirmation. Alastor tilted his head in confusion. Ebony shrugged, sadness clear in her eyes. Ebony jumped and yelped, feeling her phone vibrate at an intensity that she didn’t know it could reach. Ebony checked her phone quickly, reading the text in a panic.

“F$#% IT, I’M COMING UP THERE TO GET YOU!!!!!!!!’ Ebony whined as she read the text, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

“Ebony…? Is everything okay…?” Charlie asked. Ebony nodded shakily.

“You’re crying, Boney…” Angel remarked. Ebony wiped the tears away.

“I-I’m fine…!” Ebony sniffled.

Ebony got up, running up to her room to pack her backpack. “Ebony? What’s going on?!” Charlie called. Ebony ran down fifteen minutes later, rushing to the door, shaking violently. Ebony opened the door, going to rush out before running into someone.

“Ebony, what’s-” Charlie started, freezing as she realized who Ebony ran into. Vaggie rushed over to see what scared Charlie, snapping her spear out as she realized who it was.

“What’s got you two frozen like deer in the headlights~?” Alastor asked, sauntering over. Alastor stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of them.

“Radio Demon.” Vox growled.

“Marx.” Alastor insulted.

Vox sighed heavily. “Look, I’m not here to fight; I’m here to collect what belongs to me.” Vox grumbled, looking around at everyone.

“Well, I-I’m sure that it-it’s not here…!” Charlie assured fearfully.

Vox chuckled, confusing everyone. “What’s so funny…?” Charlie asked carefully.

“I’m not looking for an ‘it’, Princess~!” Vox grinned. Ebony whined, hiding behind Alastor.

“Oh, really? Well, I doubt that they’re here…!” Charlie assured. Vox laughed again, Ebony cringing, knowing it wasn’t a happy sound.

“No, no, no, Princess, you misunderstand~! I know who I’m searching for, and I’ve already seen them~!” Vox smiled maliciously. Ebony whined, hiding behind Alastor more.

“Oh? Wh-Who is it…?” Charlie asked.

Vox gestured at Ebony. “The little failure Ink Demon of course~!” Vox grinned. Ebony whimpered, breaking eye contact.

“Oh! Ebony? Okay! Ebony! Vox is here to pick ya up!” Charlie called. Ebony shook her head no.

“Nuh uh!!” Ebony objected.

“Ebony, come on, he just wants to take ya…..Wherever he wants to take ya…!” Charlie smiled nervously. Ebony shook her head violently.

“No!!” Ebony frowned.

“I can handle this, she...gets like this.” Vox’s smile faltered for a moment. Vox cleared his throat before speaking.

“Ven aquí, juguete inútil de una puta.” Vox growled, pointing to his side. Ebony whined, ears pressing to the side of her head at the harsh words. Vox frowned for a moment before returning to his usual smile and Ebony hesitantly walked over.

“I….Actually don’t know about this, Charlie...What he said-it wasn’t a friendly combination of words…!” Vaggie worried.

“It’s fine, Vaggie…!” Charlie waved off. Vaggie’s face was full of worry.

“I-I don’t wanna go….!” Ebony whimpered.

“We can discuss this on the ride back.” Vox growled.

“Y-Yes sir…” Ebony frowned.

“Thanks for giving me her, it is much appreciated~!” Vox bowed, dragging Ebony out by her arm, getting some pained protests from her, door closing behind him.

Ebony was shoved into the car carelessly, Vox sliding in soon after. “Owie…!” Ebony whimpered.

“What the HEAVEN was THAT?!?” Vox snapped as the drive back to the studio started.

“Was what-” Ebony started.

“WHAT HAVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU ABOUT LEAVING THE DAMN STUDIO?!?” Vox yelled. Ebony winced, ears pressing against her head at the loud voice.

“I-I was just-” Ebony started

“ ‘I-I was just-’ SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THAT HORSESHIT!!!!!!! I KNOW YOU SNUCK OUT ON PURPOSE!!!” Vox yelled.

Ebony whimpered, hugging her legs to her chest, tears starting to trickle out of her eyes. “I-I was just…..I just got restless…” Ebony whimpered.

“SO WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK ONE OF US TO GO OUT WITH YOU?!?” Vox fumed.

“I….I knew you’d say no….” Ebony sniffled.

“SO YOU WENT OUT ANYWAYS?!?!?” Vox hissed.

“I almost didn’t….” Ebony whined.

“BUT NOTE THE ‘ALMOST’!!!!! YOU DISOBEYED A FUCKING DIRECT ORDER!!!!” Vox growled.

“I-I told Velvet....!” Ebony whimpered.

“SHE NEVER FUCKING IS ABLE TO HEAR ANYONE!!!!” Vox barked.

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YALL FR THINK THIS MAN IS GONNA DOM YOU??? NAH HE IS THE ONE BENT OVER HIS DESK WHIMPERING AND CRYING YALL💀💀

Half the fan base wanting to call Vox daddy is so funny to me like…

You want THIS WET PATHETIC MAN to be your daddy dom???? LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE HE WHIMPERS IN BED.