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mraprilfools · 3 days ago

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Title: A Snowy Day Off

Pairing: Old!Vox x Wife!Reader

Contents/Warnings: Domestic Fluff, LIKE so much Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Tickling, Brief Suggestive themes

Length: 2.8k

Summary: A long awaited day off has come and you spend it by going shopping together in town! The two of you end up enjoying a nice quiet day together in the snow, dinner, and even watching television together.

A/N: I don't have an excuse. That box headed dork is too cute.

It didn’t snow every year in hell. It was a rarity that you had come to appreciate, banishing the otherwise oppressive heat of the underworld. Dressed in a heavy winter coat, neck wrapped with a new scar, mufflers, gloves, and fur boots. Your husband didn’t leave much to chance to make sure you stayed warm when you went out. But a streak of mischievousness inspired you to break away from his side. A punishment for his audacity for letting go of your hand! You stepped down Cannibal Town to fall against a pile of untouched powdered snow. Crystals flew into the air, sparkling as they caught the light.

The crimson expanse above felt almost light thanks to the warm tickling of your chest. The snow crunched beneath your body, and with liberated joy from your overprotective husband, you raised your arms and spread your legs creating a snow demon in the snow. The several layers you wore couldn’t protect you from the direct impact of the snow, sending you a familiar chill that reminded you of the touch of your beloved.

The snow clung to your clothes, weighing you down. But, you didn’t mind it one bit. The rapid sound of footsteps crunching snow in the distance inspired a guilty grin on your face, teeth on full display. A shadow swallowed the light, with the faint glow of your husband's screen being the only reason you can see his face underneath the parasol protecting his very vulnerable water head.

“There you are, dear...” Vox sighed, exasperated. The monochrome face smiled at the sight of you, hunching down beside you. “I turned around and you were nowhere to be found!”

“Yep. I decided I wanted to make a snow angel, but I knew you’d stop me.”

Vox narrowed his eyes, spinning the parasol in his hand. The shadow it cast danced across your view, feeling as if days and nights were passing over you if you simply closed your eyes. “And why would I stop you?”

“You’ll catch a cold dear! Let me put at least five more scarves on you!” You taunted him, trying to imitate his voice. A bit of a trial with the thick TV filter it had.

“Ah.” Vox scoffed. “Well excuse me for worrying about my wife’s well-being. It’s not like I have first-hand experience with how miserable you get in public.”

You sucked in a breath, shifting your gaze away. “Never happened! I’m a FIERCE independent woman when I’m sick! I don’t need no man.”

“Voooox, I’m cold. Can you turn on the head blanket? Make me chicken noodle soup! I’m so bored of sleeping, read me a story.” It was Vox’s turn to impersonate you. You puffed out your cheeks in response. A claw affectionately poked at the right one until you blew out a raspberry at him.

“I can’t feel the cold, honey. Besides the clothes make sure we don’t get stuck together.” Vox flexed his hands, drawing attention to his own body.

“It’s not like I’m blowing you in public. Also-- I don’t think it’d… stick?”

Vox’s face immediately turned white, the flush on his face masking the speckles of white on his screen. Nervous laughter bubbled forth. “Let’s not test that out. That would be too embarrassing to have to go to the clinic for.” You broke out into laughter with him, throwing your arm over your eyes. The mental image of sitting in the waiting room was enough to make you lurch forward and hug yourself.

Vox caught your back, holding your back before you could fall back down. The handle of the umbrella was pushed into your hands, which you grasped onto with a question obvious in the way you knit your brows. Vox needed the parasol to protect himself from having snow and water get into his head. You were far more resistant.

“Hold still honey, you’ve got snow in your hair.” His hands reached for the top of your head, brushing away the accumulated snow that was quickly becoming chilly when it melted and ran down the back of your neck.

Silently you obliged, focusing on watching his face when his brows knit in concentration. Vox had this habit of always revealing a single tooth on the right side of his mouth when he was truly absorbed in something. The habit revealing itself inspired a smile, one that pulled Vox from his task to match his dark gray eyes with yours. That familiar blush returned, more intense than ever.

“What are you staring at?”

“You.”

A garbled noise like static erupted from his speakers, the hand on the back of your head pulling you forward so your face was pushed into the cushion of his chest. You naturally wrapped your arms around him, navigating the parasol to keep his safe safe from the snow above.

“Stay here for a moment dear… I just want to hold you.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. The feel of his hands tracing down your hair, brushing the snow off your back, and the static of his screen against the top of your head were all familiar sensations that made you think of home. You shifted in his arms, a motion that signaled him to ease back. Settling your hand on his shoulder, you tugged him forward. Vox took the hint, weaving his claws between the locks of your hair to act as a natural barrier so he could cradle your face.

Safe from the bitter cold, the glass screen came closer until your nose and forehead bumped against it. The head is one of the places that would always be safe thanks to the head it always exerted. You loved touching it during the winter months just to warm up your hands. He always complained, but you knew he secretly loved the attention.

Vox’s hands found their familiar place beneath your skull as he guided your lips to lay on top of his. You tugged the parasol down, using it as a natural barrier from the rest of the world while you shared an innocent kiss with your husband. It was a simple mingling of lips brushing against one another through breathy giggles.

“Let’s get you home. I’ll draw you a bath so you can warm back up. Aaand how about some chicken noodle soup for lunch?” Vox asked while the area between his eyes remained pressed against your forehead.

You wrinkled your nose. “I’m cold, not sick! Any warm meal will do. If YOU’RE cooking though…” With a cocky grin, you fussed with the scarf wrapped around his neck. A dark blue scarf that matched your own monogrammed with both of your initials. “How about my favorite?”

“I could be convinced.” Vox began, a dark gray sharkish smile stretching across his screen. “If you’ll… give me a back massage tonight.”

“Hmm… I get a home-cooked meal from my husband. AND I get a free excuse to touch his sexy body after. Too late to change your mind though, deal!”

That same blush returned, with Vox clicking his tongue as his claws continued to thread through your hair. Knocking away the remnants of the show. “Not as beautiful as yours.”

What should have been a fifteen-minute walk to pick up some eggs had become an adventure of gluttony. The two of you ended up getting muffins and fresh bread from the baker too. Then when a confectioner caught your eye, Vox couldn’t help but tempt you to give in and spoil yourself. The bags in your hands were far heavier than any of you expected, or so you suspected. You had left Vox to carry it all while he trusted his life in your hands with the parasol.

Vox ended up having the right idea in the end. The bath right after turning from the cold ended up being heavenly. Feeling the dreadful chill that made you feel numb and tingled with the heat of the water. You had to palm handfuls of water to first acclimate your face that was the worst. Your nose felt like it was about to fall off! The hot water unfortunately didn’t last long, but it encouraged you to get washed up and out of the bath.

A bathrobe had been left out on the counter for you to slip into once you dried off with the towel. It was warm to the touch. Vox must have run it through the dryer for a few minutes for you. The warmth of the gesture warmed you to the very heart as you wrapped it around your shoulders. Dinner was ready by the time you left the bathroom, giving you a fantastic chance to see Vox wrapped up in that pink and white frilly apron he originally got because he wanted to see you wearing it.

Vox sighed dramatically, bending over like he was picking something up. “Can’t even cook a meal for my beautiful wife without her trying to sexualize me because I’m so cute in an apron. Well, go ahead and spank me if you have to.”

“Pfft! I just thought you looked very cute. I wasn’t thinking you were sexy at all.”

“N-not even a little?” He asked the frown on his face was even worse with how large those digital eyes grew. You covered your mouth to suppress the snickering.

“Ok, a little sexy. I could see myself bending you over the counter and fucking you.” You came up behind Vox, grabbing hold of his hips to send his rear smack against your hips.

“Oooh!” Vox squealed as girlishly as he could fake it, holding his claws up to his mouth like he were genuinely in shock. “Ruffian!”

It was a peaceful everyday life with the two of you even settling in together to watch your favorite show ‘I Love Luci’, the hit show based on the Morningstars! A show that Vox had directed personally, getting inspiration from your own boring domestic life. It was strangely entertaining!

Was a little narcissistic? Yes. But, you enjoyed watching a glorified version of your own married life on the television. It had far more drama, and some of the conflicts were exaggerated in a way that now that it was over the two of you could both laugh at it. A warm bath, a hot meal, and snuggling with Vox on the couch was exactly all you needed to end up drifting to sleep snuggled under a blanket.

You hadn’t even intended on it. While watching a re-run you mentally said to yourself, ‘I’ll close my eyes for five minutes’. You didn’t even last five seconds. When you next opened your eyes you were already being carried to the bedroom. With half-open eyes, you sleepily smiled at him.

“Good morning Princess.”

“Mmn… it better still be evening. If you left me to sleep on the couch all night I’ll uh...” You faltered, your sluggish mind still not fully awake yet. Vox flashed that toothy smile.

“Very threatening dear. Perhaps you shouldn’t be so cute I want to cuddle with you all night! But-- you got lucky. The show only ended five minutes ago.”

He laid you out on the bed, a type of spoiling you happily too even accepting his help to remove your robe and slip into some silken pajamas. His lips lingered on yours as he pulled in your top, pushing you back into the bed with his weight crashing upon you. The springs creaked with the protest of two bodies in one place, your arms locked around his body feeling the most safe with his weight on top of yours.

“Too sleepy to give me that backrub you promised?” Vox asked.

“Kiiinda.” You admitted. You bent your head into the crook of his neck, pulling down the turtleneck to kiss the exposed thick tangle of wires that ran into his head. It was a type of intimacy that made Vox lock up for a second, then relax when your kisses would tickle the base of his throat.

“You’re too sleepy for that too then, honey.”

“Tch...” You clucked your tongue, falling back against the sheets. With half-opened eyes you stretched out your hands to grasp the side of the box, staring into his digital face. “Why are you so cute?!”

A furious flush covered his screen. His eyes shifted away as his lips down-turned in a petulant pout. “I’m not cute. I’m cool.”

“You’re not cool. You’re a dork and cute as well.”

“Wh--!” Vox scoffed, shooting you a glare. “Shouldn’t you think your husband is the coolest?”

“Nah- I married the biggest dork. He has this dorky smile whenever I tell him I love him, he has the silliest freckles, and he stutters when I bully him.” You proudly proclaimed, watching the utter betrayal in his widened eyes.

“N-I! You know what!” Vox hiked up your top until it only covered your chest and tickled your sides with the back of his claws. Immediately the ticklish sensation had you squirming beneath him, clamping down on his shoulder with one hand, and the other trying to pin down the hand tickling your side.

“N-NO! STOP! PFFHAHAHA! STOP! NOO! VOX!”

An evil maniacal laugh rang out. “Not until you say I’m cool!”

Stuck between your pride and Vox’s, you tried to hold back as long as possible. Twisting your body, trying to roll over, anything to avoid the ticklish sensation. But as it became hard to breathe, you beat the bed and begged him. “OK! OK! STOP STOP!”

With panted breath, he did as you asked. Leaving his hand to wander by your side with full intent to continue if you didn’t give him what he wanted. There were two dark strips trailing down his evil smirk knowing he had you in a checkmate.

“You’re… the coolest man I know! O.K!”

“NOW I know you’re lying.” Vox scoffed, rolling his eyes. But that familiar lack of color on his face was a tell-tale sign of otherwise. Not to mention he was making that same dorky smile you just made fun of him for.

“Now I’m not even sleepy anymore. You tickled it out of me!” You whined, “I was so comfy and happy too. Ruined it.”

Realizing his mistake, Vox’s smile soured. He reached onto his side to pull down the zipper for his turtleneck and pulled it off. The trousers came off and stripped down to his boxers he laid down in the bed beside you and opened up the blankets in an open offer for a cuddle.

An offer you gave a stink eye initially. But who were you to deny cuddles? Like a wounded dog, you wandered in and allowed him to wrap an arm around your waist and hug you flush against his body. A small throw pillow was pulled over, settled over his arm to act as a cushion for your head. One you gratefully took.

“This help?” Vox asked.

“A little...” You confessed. Laid onto your side, her palms slid over the smooth skin of the man beside you. The firm muscles flexed under your touch. The texture wasn’t the same throughout. On his ribs, there were these indents of glass where a faint blue light glowed. It was smooth like glass. While you explored his body, his claws brushed over your back, running his claws up and down your back with the cover of the silk pajamas protecting your skin.

With his screen tucked in close, Vox whispered, “Can I get that back massage in the morning?”

“I… think that can be arranged. But you and I both know it won’t just be a backrub.”

“When is it ever?” Vox guiltily admitted, with a hint of laughter in his voice. The faint buzz of his static was a prelude to the kiss pressed against your temple. It always took a few minutes for the sheets to get warm enough that you could comfortably sleep. But the warm heat of the box pressed against your head helped.

“Good night dear. I love you, Vox.”

“I love you too, good night.”

When you shut your eyes, you focus listening to the white noise of the fans in his head and inside of his body lulling you into a renewed sense of security. You were far too excited from the tickling, so you let your hands continue to wander across his side. Tracing the dips and curves of his body, occasionally shifting when you tickled him somewhere. Glass pressed against your cheek as his face snuggled closer to yours.

A sensation that you first found odd, but found familiar now. If you never knew what it was like to nuzzle faces with somebody with a real face? You’d be happy. With that thought lingering in the back of your mind, you were once again pulled under for real to sleep.

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