#vox is a simp and we all know it

[charliewhaw]

What would vox reaction be if he knew about Lilith and all.

(Good question! I'm going to assume we're talking about if Lilith abused the fuck outta Al.)

Vox would drop his 'Fuck Alastor' mug. He wouldn't even glance down at it as it shattered at his feet. He would be in absolute shock.

"Alastor sold his soul?" He would say, dubious at first. But as the dots started to connect, he would begin to grin. "He's being tortured? By the queen of Hell?" His grin would turn to a laugh. "Oh-ho-ha-ha! This is rich!"

He would put on a fucking show about how hilarious he found it. But as the reality would begin to sink in, his amusement would slowly change and distort into something more disturbed.

Lilith wasn't just a demon. She was the first demon. She was powerful. She was strong. She was... torturing Alastor.

"Oh fuck," Vox would say, as it finally dawned on him just how bad this was. How brutal was the abuse? "Shit," he would say, as he realized how fucked Alastor’s situation probably was. How fucked Alastor was… She owned his soul. "Dammit!" He would yell, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. For once, Vox would feel powerless. Lilith was a whole different ballgame than the overlord he was used to facing.

Alastor was his enemy. His arch-rival. The villain of Vox's story. But he used to be so much more than that. He still was.

Vox would then spend more time rigorously analyzing the videos he managed to capture of Alastor. Instead of obsessing over them, hate and anger in the forefront of his mind, his focus would become checking on Alastor's condition. He'd give himself headaches with how much he would squint, trying to see through Alastor's video distortions. Was Alastor limping? Did he just hold his side for a second? Was his smile strained? Was he okay today?!

He’d probably rope Velvette into it, using her social media platforms to keep track of any mention that someone spotted Alastor not looking at full health.

Vox has always been obsessed with Alastor, and we'd definitely see that here. He would set up alerts on his video feeds to detect Alastor's video anomalies. It would be to keep an eye on where Alastor went, how long he was there, and if he came back hurt. Vox would prepare himself for if he ever saw Alastor return from a meeting with Lilith and he was too injured to make it back to the hotel. This plan would include causing a distraction on the other side of town-- probably blowing some shit up or something-- so no one would see Alastor in a vulnerable state, then booking it to the Radio Demon's location. He'd be aware that Alastor would be stubbornly unreceptive to any assistance Vox offered, of course. He would expect nothing less from the Radio Demon. But, he still wouldn’t hesitate to try and help him, as pathetic and unhelpful as his attempts would end up being. Vox would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Outwardly, Vox would use Alastor’s situation against him, flawlessly pretending he wasn’t alarmed, but inwardly falling apart about it. He would debate blackmailing Alastor, probably even threatening the Radio Demon with it from time to time. He couldn’t let Alastor think he cared, because he totally didn’t! This knowledge was just too good to pass on using it to his advantage. He even had some ideas on what to make Alastor do if he did blackmail him.

His first idea would be to make Alastor join the Vees, naturally. Forcing Alastor’s surrender after years of fighting and resisting would be so invigorating! He could make Alastor do whatever he wanted. He would make him start a podcast. It would fit with his style but force him to catch up with the times. He could even make him get a new wardrobe. Something that fit with the Vee’s theme– he could make Alastor even change his name! Valastor— Vastor— Vala— okay, maybe not. But he would have the option to make him do it regardless! The endless possibilities!

His second idea would be much more childish, but satisfying nonetheless. He could make Alastor say “Vox is superior to me in every way. Much more powerful! Much more influential! Much more handsome!” Even better, he could make Alastor say it on his radio show! Though… it would occur to Vox that Alastor might be more willing to let Hell know he was owned by its queen than to ever say any of that.

His third idea would be more… private. Less extravagant, though much more impactful. He could make Alastor– oh, hey look! Is that your obligatory RadioStatic merch?!

In the end, Vox would have a field day with this information. He’d use it for his own selfish gain, probably leaving Alastor in several humiliating and precarious predicaments. At the same time, his stomach would churn whenever he got an alert on his video feeds that Alastor had left the hotel. Was he going to meet Lilith? If he was, Vox would end up biting his nails as he waited, and waited, and waited for Alastor to return from the meetings. And then would endure headaches as he did his best to compulsively examine Alastor’s status through the glitching mess that covered him.

[allastoredeer]

Deer's shed the velvet on their antlers. Alastor is no exception.

Bonus! They also eat it and cannibal besties always share.

+Bonus: Bucks shed their velvet right before rutting season, so take from thar what you will

Follow up post ➡️HERE ⬅️

[floralcavern]

No. I refuse to believe that Vivziepop actually cares about SA victims. Every piece of evidence points to the contrary. 

CW for images that discuss or showcase rape. Tread cautiously.

First, let’s look at the Glitz and Glam Valentines merch. In this merch, they’re seen groping each other and making a scissoring pose.

The common excuse for this is that they’re just playing into those twincest tropes because that’s their whole brand in the show. But the merch exists outside of the show. This merch was not made in the show to show how the porn company will do any depraved fetish for a quick buck. This merch was made for people in the real world, people who have actual twincest fetishes. You can have merch of them playing into the fact that they’re twins without making it to where they are sexualizing one another like that.  An example of this trope done right are Hikaru and Kaoru from Ouran High School Host Club. These 2 often times play into the twincest trope for money, it’s their whole brand. But the show is very clear in showing us that this is not truly them. We never see them behave this way outside of work. Outside of work, they act like actual brothers. They’re doing it just for money. (And it’s also kind of trauma, but watch OHSHC if you want to see that in depth lol)

I was discussing something with my friend, how fiction does affect reality, since fiction is a direct byproduct of reality, which is why things like incest or age gap ships are inherently wrong. My friend (who is a big Hannibal fan) goes “I get where you’re coming from and I agree, but I’m also a simp for fictional cannibals.” And to that I said you are less likely to meet someone who is a cannibal or done that heinous crime than you are to find someone who’s a victim to incest abuse. It’s similar to how Vox doesn’t receive hate from the fandom for killing lower income workers, because that’s almost cartoonish in how bad it is.

Then there’s Val. The show is constantly fluctuating between him between a genuine, sinister threat and then him being a ridiculously silly evil man that we shouldn’t take seriously. I can almost understand what they’re going for, showing that he’s an absolute loser that we’re meant to point and laugh at, because he is a loser (fuck sexual abusers). However, there’s a huge disconnect. It’s jarring when you switch between the two on a dime. And I think part of the reason they do this is because of his relationship with Vox. Vox is meant to be a silly, goofy villain and so pairing him with the genuine sinister and disgusting version of Val that we all know and hate, it would feel weird. But here’s the thing. NONE of the Vees should feel cartoonish and stupid like this. They’re supposed to be perceived as actual threats, apparently. So, instead, make Vox genuinely sinister and evil too! ACKNOWLEDGE HIS CAMERA IN ANGEL’S DRESSING ROOM! ACKNOWLEDGE HIM MARKETING VAL’S DATE RAPE DRUG! Don’t add these background details if you’re not going to acknowledge that Vox is a predator as well. 

And then there’s Charlie, who has the power and authority to take Val down if she wanted to. But why doesn’t she? Because, in her words, “That would be so meaaaaan.” …I have nothing to say to that. 

And then there’s Angel. He is not deep in the slightest. They tried so hard but failed miserably. He’s supposedly from a mafia background. You would never know because he’s never seen outside of anything sexual. Sex jokes, comments on how he’s sexy, talking about how he’s a sex worker, all that jazz. He has nothing going for him outside of sex. Which is bad when his whole arc is meant to be how he hates being sexualized deep down! I understand that the show is trying to show us that he’s hypersexualizing himself because of his trauma. But this rings hollow when the show refuses to show us literally anything outside of him being sexual! Apparently, he likes to sing and dance. But you wouldn’t know that! (I know he sings, BUT EVERYONE SINGS. IT’S A MUSICAL. Even Vaggie sings when she clearly didn’t like it in the first episode, so Poison doesn’t count). You wouldn’t know anything about his interests because all he’s used for is for sex. It doesn’t help that literally almost all of his merch surrounds him being sexualized in some way, feeding into the idea of him hypersexualizing himself not being taken seriously. 

This is especially bad when you remember that when Viv was marketing the music video for Poison, THIS WOMAN MADE A CUM JOKE! Yknow, the music video all about sexual abuse? Ya, let’s make a stupid sex pun because that’s not tone deaf at all! Fuck you Viv.

And only certain characters get their sexual abuse shined on. But if you’re, say, Blitzo, Sir Pentious, or Husk, your SA experience is completely swept under the rug and ignored. Why? Well, because Blitzo and Husk are more masculine characters than her twinks who get acknowledged for their abuse. And Pentious is a character we’re supposed to be pointing and laughing at. 

And don’t even get me started on Raphielle. This person is a storyboard artist for the show, and the storyboard artist for Poison. AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS A RAPE FETISH! I kid you not! This person has even drawn art of Angel being raped by Vox and Val. I refuse to believe Viv cares about abuse victims when she has someone like this on her pay roll (whom she actively defends, mind you). She even lied, saying that this person is a victim of sexual abuse, to which this person admitted was a LIE. 

Also, how she treats fans who are also victims of SA. Everytime someone comes forward, saying that they didn’t like the depiction of sexual abuse in the show, Viv will dogpile on them (the most famous example of this being Limus). But then if a fan who is a victim of SA praises the depiction, she will put them on a pedestal. This is tokenization at its finest!

And, hey, let’s talk about Viv’s catcalling comic, too!

In this comic, two women are being catcalled. One hates it and the other likes it, saying that it means they’re attractive. The one who hates it then starts yelling at the other girl and based on the framing of the scene, it feels we’re supposed to hate the first girl and think that the second girl was right. FUCK. THAT. This comic could’ve been such an interesting commentary on victim blaming and unhealthily coping with SA by justifying it to yourself. But no. That’s not what was done here. Great. 

EDIT:

I feel like this video is also appropriate to add here

This was her response to people’s criticism about how she handles SA in her shows. She dresses up as the rapist from her shows, flaunts around, and says he’s based on her. Classy.

[queenofmorningstar]

Caught Between the Vees

The Vees x f! Intern Reader

Summary: You're Vox's date to the gala, where information is flowing like champagne, and you're quick to grab it.

CW: The Vees being unhinged, Vox has some brain cells. Vox tries hardest not to simp, but fails. P in v, fingering, blowjob. Appearance Of Helluva Boss Villains.

Word Count: 4.8K

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Chapter Four: Tv Star

Vox’s arms were crossed, lips pursed as he leaned against the wall, eyes flicking between Val and Velvette, who were both lounging far too comfortably.

Vel was upside down on the couch, legs kicking up over the backrest, her phone in her hands as usual. “So, is no one gonna talk about the fact that I technically called dibs?”

Valentino snorted around his cigarette and waved lazily from his seat. “You didn’t call dibs, you just moved fast. That’s not the same thing, baby.”

“Fast?” Velvette grinned. “She came onto me. I didn’t even need to ask nicely.”

Vox leaned against the edge of the bar and gave a short laugh. His screenface flicked to a flat-line smile, and an expression of exaggerated boredom. “You two act like I wasn’t gonna get there eventually,” he said, sipping his liquor. “I’m playing the long game.”

“Is that what we’re calling sulking now?” Val drawled, flicking ash into a crystal tray. “Damn, baby, just say you are salty and move on.”

Vox rolled his eyes and smirked, but the twist of his mouth said he wasn’t denying it. “I can’t believe you guys fucked her first.”

“Skill issue, darlin’.” Vel mocked him. “You’re trying to be mysterious but we all know you have a large file of her in your system.”

The other two seemed in a mood to irritate him.

“She was delicious,” she drawled, stretching like a cat in sunlight. “Like, I knew she’d be fun, but—ugh. That whimper she makes when she’s close?,” She flicked her gaze across the room with purpose, “And she did—twice.”

“I just think it’s funny,” he said, the pitch of his voice warping just slightly, “how you two couldn’t wait. I mean, really? I was working on a connection. She actually talks to me. We have shared interests. But you two jumped on her like horny animals the second she stepped into the room.”

Valentino took a slow sip, unbothered. “We just didn’t waste time.”

“She’s smart,” Vox snapped. “She respects my ideas and innovations.”

Velvette bit her lip, eyes glittering with mischief. “Mmm, she respected my mouth just fine. Especially when I had her legs shaking around my shoulders.”

Vox’s grip tightened on his glass.

Val snorted. “You didn’t see her when I had her bent over the couch. Both holes full, moaning like a bitch in heat. She loved it.”

Vel chuckled. “I did see some photos of her in that pearl set from your cameras. Lovely. I get why you’re jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous,” Vox hissed. “I just think I should’ve had the first go. She likes me.”

Val hummed, amused. “Sweetheart likes all of us. That’s kind of the point.”

Velvette went back to her phone. “Don’t worry too much. She asks about you all the time. Gets this little smile when your name comes up.”

Vox relaxed at that.

Velvette was the first to break the brief silence that followed Vox’s pissy tantrum, stretching her arms overhead.“So…who’s gonna be the first to say it?”

Val cocked a brow. “Say what?”

“That we don’t want her to leave.”

Vox raised an eyebrow. “…Obviously.”

Val shrugged, slow and lazy, like the idea hadn’t occurred to him in full until this very moment. “Huh. Shit. You’re right. I kinda do want to keep her.”

“I mean,” Velvette said, “we could always just lock her up. Real pretty cage. Satin sheets, room service, a wardrobe full of lingerie and nothing else.”

Valentino let out a low, dark chuckle. “She’d look damn good behind gold bars. All spoiled and pampered. I’d collar her. Something delicate. Diamonds, maybe.”

Vox leaned back, watching them both with a raised brow. “You two sound deranged.”

“Oh please,” Vel purred. “You’re worse than us. You’re just good at hiding it.”

He didn’t respond, which, of course, was answer enough.

“Or or… we kidnap her?” Val offered, completely serious.

“No,” Vox deadpanned. “We are not kidnapping her.”

Val’s expression was halfway between offended and amused. “Why the hell not?”

“Because she’d escape,” Vox snapped. “She’d outwit her way out and have the whole building wired to explode, if she was pissed enough.”

Velvette looked surprised. “Oooh, I guess it does help building that long connection.”

“She’s not gonna want to stay if we trap her,” Vox continued, pacing now, caught in the kind of manic calculation. “She has to want to belong to us.”

Vel raised her brows. “I know that face you’re making. You've got something on her?”

Vox shrugged. “She has too much of a clean slate, it’s suspicious. I’m sure I’ll find something soon.”

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The morning light was unforgiving. Everything ached.

After dragging yourself through the usual routine, you were getting ready, and then the doorbell rang. 

When you opened the door, a sleek black box sat neatly on the mat, with Vox’s logo, so you brought it inside. 

Inside, nestled in dark velvet lining, was a dress. An elegant, asymmetrical number in deep, midnight blue. Sleek fabric that shimmered subtly when it caught the light—simple at first glance, but clearly tailored for someone he’d studied. Your curves, your height, the way you move. He’d thought about this.

And below the dress—matching heels. Jewelry. And it wasn’t the only thing matching. A bra and panties, with Vox’s logo. That smug fucker.

Tucked into the side was a handwritten note. You swallowed, suddenly far more awake than you’d been two minutes ago.

“A gift to wear for today’s meeting. It’s more of a show for fake smiles and business. Though I know I won’t be bored with you by my side.

—V”

You saw the invitation attached to it, your name under Vox’s plus one. A very fancy invitation. This was full fucking gala. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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It draped your body with uncanny precision, as if tailored by hands that had studied you from every angle, memorized every curve. The sweetheart neckline framed your curves, the plunge dipped low, scandalously so, a narrow line of bare skin begging to be traced. The slit along your thigh was high, as you tugged on the gloves.

Your nervousness was at an all time high as you smoothed your hands over your hips and stepped into the heels.

The static began before Vox arrived.

You had…chatted with him online, if one can call it that. You had commented on one of his public projects, a design overhaul. 

You had ideas. Not critiques, not flattery. Actual, tactical improvements. Vox hadn’t expected it. He certainly hadn’t expected to agree.

Since then, the messages had become... frequent.

The part he didn’t admit, not even to himself, was how often he found himself waiting. For your name on his screen. For your thoughts. For a sentence that would needle under his skin in that way only yours could.

He’d caught himself adjusting projects to see what you’d say. Leaving things half-finished so you could find the gaps. Vox had never made room for anyone like that, never cared to.

The static got louder.

A flicker in the far corner of the room, from your TV. The faint crackle of a dead channel and flickering of lights.

You didn’t turn. You simply reached for a pair of earrings, deep sapphire drops and fastened them without urgency.

He was behind you by the time you adjusted the last one. “Subtle as ever,” you muttered.

When you met his gaze in the mirror, he was leaning casually against the frame in a deep navy suit, not quite matching your dress but definitely meant to compliment it. Like he’d walked out of a magazine and into your personal space with full awareness of the effect he had.

“You’re early,” you said without looking.

“I like watching the process,” he replied, voice near her shoulder now. “Seeing how something magnificent comes together. It looks better than I imagined.”

“I bet you imagined a lot.” You quipped before you could stop yourself.

“Oh, I did,” He immediately whispered, his hands on your shoulders. Too close.

“And the rest of the… ensemble?” he asked, voice dipped low.

You gave him a long look. “I suppose you’ll spend all evening wondering.”

His grin glitched wider. “Cruel.”

Vox took a slow turn around your apartment like it was a showroom he was about to purchase. Sleek blue claw-like digits trailed across your bookshelf, tapping one spine, then another. 

“I see the other two got to you first,” he said casually, plucking a mug from the counter and inspecting it like it offended him. “Sloppy work. No follow-through. And so unsophisticated.”

You gave him a flat look. “They didn’t hear me complain.”

Vox’s smile curled on his screen. “Ah, but you didn’t beg them to stay either, did you?”

Your pulse raced. It didn't seem like he was competing, no, he seemed to say...I know I'm your favourite.

He stepped closer; but you didn’t step back. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You had a feeling he didn’t tell you this ‘meeting’ was a gala on purpose. He wants to watch you falter just once.

Vox murmured. “You wear my color like it was always meant to be yours.”

Your breath caught.

Your situation has gotten more complicated now. You have to betray them at some point but… you didn’t want to leave either. And you don’t want to betray Charlie either.

He stepped back finally, offering his arm like a gentleman.

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The car ride had been silent and you were content watching out of the window, and Vox tapped on various screens displayed in front of him.

The gala was already in full swing by the time they arrived. 

Soft chandeliers hung low; wealth filled the space. Everyone here was somebody, or trying to be. The gala had gothic red colours, like the rest of Pride Ring.

Heads turned as they entered, and whispers followed them. You tried to keep your face neutral, and observe. Vox’s hand remained on the low of your back. 

Conversations faltered mid-sentence, eyes turned to follow their path. Some greeted with over-familiar warmth, others with caution. 

And yet, despite the gravity he carried, he never walked more than a step away from you.

They stopped at clusters of power-players—investors, tech moguls, architects who influenced Hell’s politics. Vox's voice was smooth, clipped, and professional, and you enjoyed watching him in his element.

He didn’t walk ahead of you or present you like a prize, which surprised you. He kept you precisely at his side, a half-step within reach. And every time Vox leaned toward someone with a proposition or a promise, he glanced at you first. For your insight.

You answered back to him in small nods and murmured observations, only for his ears.

The crowd noticed.

They noticed how his attention, sharp as it was, always bent in your direction before it snapped back to whoever he was dealing with. They noticed how he adjusted his approach based on your words. And more importantly—they noticed how he listened.

There was something dangerous in that. Because Vox didn’t listen to anyone.

He cut through conversations like a scalpel, left deals on the table half-finished if they no longer amused him, left people hanging on promises he’d never intended to keep. He brought you into the fold of every discussion, every negotiation, every web he wove.

They were halfway through the circuit of the room when a familiar imp, Crimson, approached them.

“Vox, my friend,” Crimson drawled, reaching out a hand. “I've been waiting for a moment with you all evening.”

Vox returned the greeting with his usual detached politeness. “You and half the room, Crimson. What makes your moment worth my time?”

Crimson didn’t flinch. “Because I’ve got an exclusive shipping corridor through the lower circles—clean, untouched, and ready to be digitized for your network. Imagine it: your signals running through every infernal trade route. We split it fifty-fifty.”

You said nothing at first. Vox casted a glance at you, silent.

Crimson, oblivious, pushed on. “No interference, no watchdogs. I’ve even paid off the Greed ring enforcers. You’d be foolish not to take it.”

You tilted your head, just slightly. “And how long before your 'exclusive' route is compromised by your interference?”

Crimson blinked. “What—”

“They’ve been scouting that same corridor for weeks,” you continued, voice calm, almost pleasant. “You haven’t bought off their informants. You’ve just distracted them. Temporarily. The moment Vox invests in your little scheme, they’ll know. And they'll come for it. Hard.”

The air tightened. Crimson’s smile strained. “And you are…?”

Vox didn’t let him finish.  

He turned slightly toward you, as if Crimson didn’t exist now. “Go on.”

You went in for the kill. “You’re selling a liability dressed up as an opportunity. And you thought Vox would be too distracted by the gaudiness to notice the risk.”

The silence that followed cracked like ice. Crimson’s mask faltered, fury and embarrassment clawing at his composure. “I don’t recall inviting her into this conversation.”

Vox’s screen turned slowly back toward him. His voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “Then you’ve made your second mistake tonight.”

The tension snapped. A few nearby demons subtly drifted away, pretending to be interested in the art installations, but their ears stayed tuned to the fallout.

Crimson muttered a curse, smoothed his coat, and retreated with as much dignity as he could muster, which wasn’t much.

Vox said nothing for a moment. Then, quietly said to you, “I would’ve let him string the pitch a little longer.”

You gave a soft, knowing smile. “You would've been bored within a minute.”

A low burst of laughter escaped him. “Correct. And now I’m entertained and unburdened.”

His gaze lingered on you. You didn’t just protect his interests, but enhanced them. Where he tore things apart, you slipped the knife in between the ribs with surgical precision. 

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The waltz began with a slow melody, the crowd shifted to form pairs in smooth precision, toward the center of the ballroom.

Vox was speaking with two high-level investors near the dais, his tone clipped but magnetic. You could hear the trace of static in his voice—his usual sign that he was barely restraining the urge to end the conversation. He wouldn’t miss you, not for a few minutes, right?

You stepped away with the kind of practiced silence that wouldn’t draw attention. Your eyes swept the floor until they landed on him—Striker.

The outlaw and Vox’s secret little weapon supplier. He shouldn’t have been here. He hated galas. But Vox had insisted, probably to keep the weapons trade on a short leash. And Striker, ever the opportunist, never said no to a chance to stir the pot.

You caught him just as the music pulled into a smooth dip. “Dancing alone, cowboy?”

Striker blinked, surprised but not displeased. “Doll, I didn’t know Vox let you off the leash.”

You smiled sweetly. “I don’t work well with leashes.”

He chuckled low, offering his hand with a dramatic bow. He took her hand, and they joined the swirl of bodies under the blood-crystal chandelier. Striker moved well, unexpectedly elegant for someone who normally solved problems with violence.

They moved in a quiet rhythm for a moment. “Tell me,” you said lightly as you spin, “how someone like you ends up dealing in such... divine materials.”

Striker raised an eyebrow, but he grinned. “You mean the angelic steel?"

That confirmed your suspicions. “I mean exactly that.”

He twirled you, letting the movement give him a moment to think.

You pressed forward. “So, this smuggling pipeline of yours… how do you pull it off without the Exorcists breathing down our necks?”

Striker’s pride swelled at the question. He saw an opportunity to impress. And god, did he take it.

“Well,” he said, voice dropping into that conspiratorial drawl, “most of these uptight angels don’t bother watching the lower districts. We gathered all the angelic steel left behind after extermination. The angels have endless supply, so they litter it around there. Black market salvagers sweep it, I get it refined, and poof, it’s in Vox’s vaults before sunrise.”

You raised your eyebrows, just enough to look impressed. “Clever.”

“Damn right it is. It’s all about timing and contacts. I use a backdoor through Lust’s border—nobody checks shipments going out of Asmodeus’s territory. Too busy with... other things.”

You laughed softly, your work was done here. You pulled back, gave him a coy little smirk, and twirled herself out of his arms, spun backward into another set of arms waiting just behind you. Arms that caught you without hesitation, like they’d been expecting you all along…

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It took less than a second for Vox to find you. You were on the far side of the dance floor, with Striker.

Striker’s hands rested a little too comfortably at your waist, his cocky smile in full display as he leaned in to say something, likely some arrogant pitch masked as flirtation. Vox saw the curve of your lips, soft and amused. You tilted your head, inviting more.

But Vox knew better. He’d seen that tilt before. It was the angle you used when you were dissecting someone. You were studying Striker, and Vox didn’t know why. That was what irritated him most.

Vox’s hands flexed at his sides, sleek fingers twitching in suppressed agitation. A thousand calculations ran behind his screen. What were you after? What was he offering? And why hadn’t you told him?

It wasn’t about trust. Against his better judgment, against the nature of Hell itself, he trusted you. Which made this sting more.

He began to move. He crossed the floor with precision, never breaking eye contact with the pair, though only Striker noticed. And Striker, of course, smirked. That was the moment Vox arrived.

In one seamless motion, you slipped from Striker’s grip and pivoted gracefully into Vox’s arms, your body aligning against his like it was the only place you belonged.

Your smile returned, faint and unbothered, as if this had all gone exactly to your plan.

Vox caught you instinctively, arms settling around your waist. His screen flickered once. “Enjoy your detour?” he asked, voice low, modulated just above the music.

You looked up at him with those bright, clever, utterly unrepentant eyes. “Immensely. Striker’s quite talkative when he thinks he’s being clever.”

Of course you had a reason. He pulled you closer, turning them into the rhythm of the dance with practiced grace.

“And here I thought I was the manipulative one,” he murmured.

You leaned into him, just slightly. “I learned from the best.”

That did it.

You moved with him, matching every step, every subtle shift of weight, as if you had always belonged in his orbit. And Vox knew, more clearly than he ever had before, that you weren't just his partner in business. You were his partner in war.

With a sound like a channel switching frequencies too fast, the ballroom around them flickered and vanished.

They rematerialized in a burst of blue light, the air humming with residual voltage. His room was bathed in electric cobalt glow, the walls covered in various screens.You would have thought it was the room of a nerd gamer. The room looked straight out of cyberpunk fiction. The ceiling was…part of an aquarium. The water rippled above, and you saw sharks swimming around in circles above.

“You really couldn’t wait till dessert?” you teased, walking deeper into his space. But your teasing smile dropped when you saw his expression.

He stalked toward you until he was close enough that the glow from his screens painted your skin in electric blue. “I want to know every thought you’ve ever had. Every theory, every witty remark, I want everything you have, darling.”

Oh. oh.

The second his mouth touched yours, the world fell away. His lips were soft but hungry, like he was trying to memorize your taste, like he was starving and you were the answer to every ache he’d never named. Your heart thundered against your ribs, frantic and traitorous.

Everything about you—the tilt of your head, the way your fingers grabbed at his jacket like you couldn’t decide if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away—it all made his blood race in the best way. Finally. Finally.

But then you kissed him back, and Vox felt something unravel. One of the screens cracked behind them, reacting to the sudden spike in his pulse.

His mouth descended to your throat, kissing, licking and bit down, just enough to make you gasp and smiled against your pulse when he felt it flutter like wings. His fingers dipped under the hem of your dress, tracing the line of your thigh, not touching anywhere you truly wanted him but just close enough to make you ache.

Vox’s lips were on your jaw then your collarbone, then lower, his teeth scraping just enough to make you squirm. “I want to see how fast I can make you forget every clever thought in your head,” he whispered.

This kiss was filthier. All tongue and teeth and desperate friction. His hips pressed into yours like a question, and your answer was the soft moan he swallowed whole. Every part of him wanted to be everywhere—his hands roaming, mapping you like he was trying to memorize your body.

"You're unreal," he muttered against your lips, his fingers sliding to trace your ribs then down the small of your back. “Like someone designed just to fuck with me.”

The moment the zipper hit the base of your spine, your dress slid down like it was relieved to be dismissed. Vox’s hands followed it, palms dragging over your skin slowly, like he needed to feel every inch of what had been hidden from him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, just looking at you. “You actually wore it.”

The bra was delicate and right between your breasts, stitched in electric blue shimmered his logo. The matching panties clung to you like a second skin with the same signature mark in front of your pussy.

He spun you around, catching you effortlessly as he dropped into the bed behind them and dragged you onto his lap, facing away from him. Your back to his chest, your thighs spread over his. 

Since the screens were off, the black surface reflected them. You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“Look,” he said, one hand sliding up her stomach to cup her breast, thumb brushing the embroidered logo. “Look how fucking perfect you are in my colors.”

His other hand slid between your legs, pressing over the logo on your panties before slipping beneath it. Two fingers dragged through slick heat, slow, teasing, making you gasp and buck back against him.

He moaned, rutting up against your ass. “I want to watch your face when you come. I want to see every twitch, every whimper, every time you lose control.”

His fingers plunged in and you cried out, legs spreading wider instinctively. He curled them just right, and your hips jerked in his lap, the friction driving you insane.

You managed to open your eyes back to your reflection. Your head rolled back on his shoulder. His hand buried between your thighs. Your bra pulled down, exposing your breasts—one already in his hand, the other bouncing with every panting breath.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “And you’re going to come just like this. On my fingers and wearing my name.”

“Vox—” Your voice cracked, high and desperate. 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Vox,” you moaned, nails digging into his thighs, legs trembling. “I’m gonna—fuck!”

He bit down on your neck, fingers working faster, harder, relentless and perfect.

Your body arched, mouth open in a silent scream as you come hard, clenching around his fingers, your thighs shaking.

Vox groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slowed his fingers, coaxing you through it. “That’s it,” he whispered. “So fucking beautiful. I could watch that forever.”

You were still panting when he finally pulled his hand away and brought it to his mouth, licking your cum off his fingers with a hum of satisfaction.

You didn’t like his smug grin, as if he knew he was always in control. You shifted in his lap, but instead of turning to straddle him like he expected, you slid down.

Vox stilled. “What are you—?”

Your fingers moved to his belt, your gaze locked with his as you unbuckled it. “You’ve had your fun,” you said, voice smooth, almost casual but your hands betrayed you, shaking slightly.  “Now I get mine.”

Vox’s head tipped back, a sharp hiss escaping him as you unzipped him and pulled him out. He was achingly hard, flushed and leaking at the tip. You wrapped one hand around him, giving a single slow stroke, and watched his body twitch.

“Look at you,” you murmured, thumb swiping over the head. “So fucking needy.”

You smiled innocently and leaned in. The first drag of your tongue along the underside of his cock had his hips jerk. His blue-tipped claws scratched into the sheets. “Shit…fuck—”

You licked him again, slower this time, savoring him. 

Then you took him into your mouth. You sucked in just the head, tongue swirling around it. Vox’s hands twitched, desperate to grab you, to thrust up, but he held back barely.

His hand found the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Deeper,” he whispered. “Please—fuck—deeper.”

You took him down slowly, letting his cock slide past your lips, past your tongue, until your nose brushed his pelvis and he groaned like you’d stabbed him with pleasure. You pulled back, slow and wet, then repeated it, faster, then again—until your head was bobbing in steady rhythm.

Vox was falling apart.

The way his voice cracked when you gagged a little, the way his thighs trembled when you moaned around him. Then you sucked him in, hard and deep, while stroking the base with one hand.

With a sharp, guttural groan, Vox’s whole body tensed. His hips bucked just once, and then he came—hot, thick, spilling into your mouth as he cried out your name like it hurt. You tried swallowing most of it, then slowly pulled off with a lewd pop.

He was still breathing like he’d just fought off a damn riot, head thrown back, lips parted, cock twitching despite just finishing in your mouth. But seeing you like this–

Vox was on his feet in a second, lifting you effortlessly and tossing you onto the bed behind them like you weighed nothing. You bounced on the plush mattress, laughing breathlessly as he stalked after you, already pulling his shirt over his head.

Your legs parted for him instinctively, and he settled between them, one hand braced beside your head, the other running down your side like he couldn’t believe you were real. 

His eyes roamed your body, then his mouth crashed onto yours, tongue plunging in deep, and his hips aligned with yours, cock pressing hot and hard against the soaked fabric of your panties.

Vox pulled your panties aside and slammed into you in one rough, hungry thrust. You cried out, arching under him, nails clawing at his shoulders. You felt him so deep, stretching you open with a delicious burn that made your head spin. “Fucking hell, Vox—”

His rhythm was brutal at first, but then he slowed, grinding in deep, letting you feel every inch as he stared down at you like he was gazing at art.

Your eyes fluttered open. “What are you looking at?”

“You,” he whispered, brushing hair from your face. “The smartest, most infuriating, most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

You pulled him down and kissed him hard, legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him in.

He picked up the pace again, pounding into you now, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with your moans, his groans, and the creak of the mattress as he drove deeper into you.

“You feel…fuck—you feel so good,” he gasped, voice losing control and buffering. “So tight, so warm—god.”

He shifted, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his shoulder. The new angle sent him even deeper, and you screamed, back arching off the bed as your orgasm slammed into you like a wave.

He watched you unravel completely under him. Your mouth open, your body shaking—and it shattered his control. He thrust wildly now, panting your name like a prayer, chasing his release.

When he came, his whole body seized as he spilled inside you, deep and messy and claiming.

He collapsed on top of you, breath ragged, heart pounding like a war drum against your chest. As you tried catching your breath, you chuckled at his screen with error messages.

[WARNING: LETHAL LEVELS OF BEAUTY DETECTED]

[PROXIMITY ALERT: GOD-TIER BABE IN RANGE]

[MELTDOWN IMMINENT]

[CRITICAL FAILURE: HEART RATE UNSTABLE]

[REASON: HER]

[SOLUTION: UNKNOWN. MAYBE JUST DIE??]

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Notes: The dress I imagined for the reader.

Vox’s room as I imagined.

The Foursome and Finale is coming soon and I can't wait for you guys to read it!!

Next>>>>

[reallyromealone]

Title: ducky

Fandom: hazbin hotel

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Warnings: reader is Jessica rabbit coded, make reader, sexual themes, reader hates Valentino, softcore nsfw, crack treated seriously, Lucifer is a simp, reader cross dresses, reader wears lipstick, the word daddy

Notes: the amount of rewrites boy howdy

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After every show, (name) had gifts waiting from fans.

Flowers, expensive jewelry and other things were always there but one thing always stuck out to him, an adorable rubber duck dressed like him, wearing an adorable version of the show he did previously. Todays was his pink dress, the jazz singer loved cross dressing and it seemed his admirer noticed every detail of his outfits... It had him swooning! "Oh the note!" He said looking for the rose gold paper with black ink, another joke that was corny and wishing him a good day... Oh he was so wonderful!

It was the best part of his day, really it was.

Before this, his eternity was always so drab... Singing his songs and nothing of interest happening.

"It's time" one of his security guards said seriously and (name) nodded, placing the duck in his suit pocket before leaving with the men and out the back area of the club where the limo was waiting for him.

Not before catching eyes with the one person be despised and was sadly obsessed with him, Valentino smirked as he stepped out of the limo across the street as (name) got into his own faster, not wanting to deal with him especially after a performance. He couldn't stand that moth! The demon had been obsessed with (name) for years along with his little picture box friend, he remembered when they sent him molds of their erections! Disgusting!

(Name) Made sure his driver left faster, not wanting to deal with that man any more than he needed to.

"Your father requested your presence" the driver said to (name) who looked passive "what for?" He asked as a smile found its way in his face as the driver explained about some project the demon was partaking in and wanted (name)s help, the jazz demon excited to see what was taking all his father's time these days "then let's go see, shall we?"

(Name) Was not expecting some hotel on the edge of town "Hazbin hotel?" He mumbled curiously as he walked into the hotel, his driver going on his break and (name) wasn't expecting his father to be arguing with a small blond man "papa?" He asked with a passive Expression, where Alastor smiled (name) kept passive "(name)! There you are!" Alastor said dismissing the other immediately to walk to his son "how was your show little one?" He asked his son who let out a soft huff, amused "it was quite well, what's this shindig?" He gestured to the group of people and his dad grinned.

"I have someone for you to meet"

Everyone knew who (name) was, he was on every billboard across pentagram city and Angel dust knew how obsessed Vox and Valentino were with him, throwing tantrums whenever their wooing attempts went south.

But what they didn't know was that (name) was Alastors son.

"Wait son?! Sinners can't procreate?" Charlie asked curiously as Alastor laughed robotically "he was my son when I was alive, sadly I died when he was little--"'--and I was raised by grandma!" (Name) Continued and they were curious on how (name) was in hell but decided not to prod on that and now that they looked at them, they could see the resemblances.

Height being a main one, (name) just a bit shorter than his dad.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, now why am I here?" He asked his father curiously and the radio demon grinned wider "well you see, we need someone to notice this place and what better than the most popular jazz singer in this place!" Alastor said merrily and (name) raised an eyebrow but sighed "I will on a condition" Charlie was vibrating with excitement as she nodded "whatever you want!"

"I'm looking for someone, I don't know who they are but I have a few clues" (name) pulled out the notes and the duck from his pockets "this person botherin' ya?" Husk asked suspiciously and (name) shook his head "quite the opposite actually!" Charlie and Alastor looked at each other and then the rubber duck in realization as Lucifer looked increasingly uncomfortable.

"Dad, is that your duck?" (Name) Drew his attention to the now panicking fallen angel who looked back at (name) stressed out "I think we should talk" (name) said to the blond man who followed nervously, the two going off somewhere as everyone processed what just happened.

"I can expla--" (name) stopped him with a kiss, gently holding Lucifer's face and his thumbs stroking his cheekbones before pulling back "I uh, I don't understand?" Lucifer said dumbly and (name) grinned "I never got a chance to tell you how my day was, awful rude doll~" he whispered to Lucifer and smiled at the smudged red lipstick from his performance on Lucifer's lips "s-so does this mean...?"

"Oh darling, I'm not gonna let you go... But I gotta ask, what's your name? Or should I just call you ducky?" (Name) Teased the other who looked incredibly flustered "maybe baby? Or daddy?" He teased and Lucifer was deeply confused at how this walking sex symbol was related to fucking Alastor but the kiss he was being pulled back into made him forget it all.

"They have been there awfully long" Charlie fretted and Angel dust snorted "he's related to smiles over there, god knows what's happening"

"I'm gonna check on them" she said nervously and Alastor followed, fatherly instincts kicking in as they went to the room the two wandered off too, hearing gasps and grunts and the sound of something knocking over. In a panic Charlie opened the door and Angel dust couldn't hold his laughter at Alastor and Charlie's horrified faces at the scene before them.

(Name) On-top of Lucifer with his suit half off his body and Lucifer was no better with an exposed chest and unbuttoned pants connected to (names) full lack of pants, Lucifer sporting Hickey's and red lipstick all over his body.

"DID IT HAVE TO BE HIM?!" Lucifer was exasperated as the two quickly put themselves together and Charlie was traumatized at the fact she saw her dad... Like that.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Lucifer

For Him:

He loves it when you call him anything super cheesy. Add some heart and soul to it, and he is obsessed.

Call him cringy things like Stud Muffin, Sugar Bear, and Honey Pie. He is so into it.

He will 100% melt if you call him princess. His kryptonite is you two lounging in bed playing with his hair while you call him your sweet boy or princess.

His hard no's are anything super vulgar that borderline comes off as sexual.

He wants to keep your relationship sweet and adoring until you get to bed.

For You:

He immediately goes for Duck, Ducky, or Duckling. He just can't help it. You remind him of his second favorite thing.

If he gets out of his ducky phase, which, let's face it, he won't. He likes to use names like Doll, Buttercup, and Baby.

He loves to call you his Queen or King just because he wants you to know how serious he is about sharing everything with you.

He won't call you princess; he has reserved that for Charlie, and he would really hate for a 'pass the salt' moment between you and his kid.

He can't wait for the day he gets to call you mommy or daddy, though, in a nonsexual way.

Adam

For Him:

Adam LOVES when you call him God. As blasphemes as it is, it fuels his ego to the extreme.

He also likes the classic babe, baby, and honey. However, he wouldn't mind a private, memorable name.

He doesn't like to be overly gushy in public, so in private, you can get away with calling him something snuggly, like Teddy Bear or Honey Muffin.

A hard no for him is anything derogatory; as funny as it is, since he is the king of derogatory remarks, he doesn't know how to take the heat back.

He is a certified Lover Boy and will melt if you call him so, well, only if no one else is around.

For You:

Of course, we got the classic Adam phrases we all know and love Bitch, Baby Cakes, Sugar tits, and Baby.

However, he is unafraid to publicly call you things like his treasure, angel, or princess.

He will 100% call you a simp and Lover in the same sentence to throw you off guard.

He wont call you anything derogatory in the bed room though unless you ask for it, he feels like your alone time in the bed room is meant for him to worship you not hurt you.

He loves it when you let him call you his goddess and other high-paying names.

Vox

For Him:

He is an old timey classics guy, he is in love with Baby, Honey, and Sugar like no other.

When it is just you two alone he never wants to hear his legal government name leave your mouth

As for in public its a little odd because he does have a persona but also just look at you your his everything

He hates anything overly sweet it is very gross to him when you drop a BooBooBear or a Hunk-A-Lunk just say normal shit

He loves when you call him the light of your life though makes him feel like he is doing good by you

For You:

He wants to keep the old-timey feel for you, too, but he may get a little creative. It's casual, babe, baby, and honey, but he may add in a pumpkin cupcake or princess.

He has no problem using pet names for you 24/7, even in the public eye. He has to show who owns you, after all.

When you are alone, he will use just a simple babe to get your attention because he wants to be soft and mundane with you.

He won't call you any crazy names, either. He finds them distasteful, but if you asked, he may find it in his heart to cave in.

Thrives when you call him daddy as much as when you let him call you mommy.

Husk

For Him:

Certified Daddy Energy. Call him Daddy or Papi, and he melts like putty in your hands.

He also loves it when you call him other things, like baby or babe; those are classics that keep him going.

He doesn't mind the overly cringe-worthy nicknames that are long for no reason. Generally, the longer, the better because it eventually makes him laugh.

He refuses to be called anything relating to a cat, no whiskers, kitten, or kitty. He hears it from Al but wants to avoid hearing it from you.

If you call him something super sentimental, like the love of my life or my other half, he is a weak man.

For You:

He worships you and the ground you walk on because he believes you deserve so much better and will leave.

You are God, Goddess, Princess, Prince, King, Queen, or any high official title to make you feel good.

He loves hitting you with super sentimental pet names that show how much he cares about you.

He won't call you anything super mushy; it just isn't him. Though he likes how creative you get, he isn't much for it.

He loves calling you mommas or mommy when you two are out and about.

[macabr3-barbi3]

Unexpected Attractions (Vox/Reader SFW)

(Hell's Greatest International Women's Day Fic #4)

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Tags: Lu Lu World, Vox is a businessman; he's also a simp; Meet Cute; Vox resolves other people's trauma instead of his own; Out of Character Vox? Kinda but who cares lol; Amusement park date

A huge thank you to my darling @fraugwinska for basically writing the last couple of paragraphs for me since I got stuck; I owe you my entire heart and soul 💕

One day, the lack of basic respect that he got as an Overlord would be a problem. Not for him, of course, but for the shitbags that ran establishments like Lu Lu World and thought that his time was expendable and could be wasted without so much as a ‘fuck you.’

Vox was courteous enough to arrive early for his meeting with the security team to discuss installing new cameras and sensors all over the park. They, however, couldn’t even be bothered to let his assistant know before he made the fucking trip that they would be pushing the meeting back by three and a half hours, effectively trapping him at this shitty theme park for the sake of convenience- why bother going home when he would just have to come back?

He was going to gouge their prices, he decided. Double and a half what they had initially discussed just for the fuck of it- if they wanted to play games then he would too. Let them spend exorbitant amounts of money for the sin of pissing him off; see if Vox gave a shit. Maybe he would use the extra time to take a look around the park and see what areas could be improved upon by security measures- the entrances and exits, of course, and stationed outside employee areas to keep an eye on the comings and goings of park staff. He could charge them even more for the use of his time if he was actually doing something rather than just sitting around waiting for hours.

Someone slams into his side, a giggling couple that races off without a backwards glance at the man they shoulder-checked, and static sparks between his antennae in anger as he brushes himself off. “Oh no, excuse me,” he mutters sarcastically. “People die and their fucking manners are the first to go, huh?”

“Oh, they’re always like that,” he hears, and looks over to see you seated on a bench, the heel of your hand rubbing across your eyes as you look at him. They’re rimmed in red, but still bright and interested when you meet his gaze. “I could apologize for them, but I don’t think they’d care either way- I’m supposed to be their friend and they don’t care about hurting me, why would a stranger be any different?”

“What, they blow you off or something?” He watches you roll your eyes in irritation, a frown overtaking the pretty features of your face. 

You shrug, looking past him to watch your friend's backs fade in the distance. “Yeah, but nothing new. It was supposed to be a group hang- despite saying they were fine with it before, they didn’t want a third wheel anymore. So now I’m gonna have to spend a fuckton of money to get home since, of course, they were also my ride.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes, an expression he’s too familiar with. 

“You could stay- do your own thing while you wait for them to finish,” he offers, and you shoot him a look that suggests he’s a fucking idiot.

“What kind of loser hangs around an amusement park by themselves?”

He had been there when he was alive; middle and high school years spent waiting for friends that always seemed to be one seat short, one movie ticket shy of enough for the whole group. “We’ll get you next time,” and then the next time never came. Always the last one called, the first one singled out, the last minute ‘you can come if you want’ invitation until he had finished college and actually made something of himself. How many times had he sat on a bench like this watching his own friends walk away from him, without a care for how he felt having to watch them have fun as they left him behind?

Vox hadn’t thought about those feelings in years, having shoved them down deep when he grew up, came to Hell and pushed himself farther than he ever could have gone when he was alive. He had an empire now, a business not bound by morals and laws, people that respected and feared him.

He still remembered what it felt like to be where you were.

It’s a split second decision, but he had time to waste- he figured taking you with him on his personal tour wouldn’t put too much of a damper on his plans with the meeting being pushed back, and having someone to talk to, barring any punishable offense on your part, would probably make the hours pass faster.

“Why don’t you hang out with me for a while?” He asks, and extends a hand out to you. When you don’t take it, he flashes you a winning smile. “I have some stuff to do around the park- join me.”

You eye him warily, but take his hand and let him pull you to standing. “You really don’t have to do that,” you tell him, but you don’t resist when he tightens his grip against your fingers. “What would people think of the VoxTek CEO hanging around Lu Lu World with some random Sinner? What are you even doing here?”

“Business,” he says simply, gesturing around them. “Business that is lent credibility if I’m actually doing things at the park instead of just observing.” And that was mostly a lie that he had thought of on the spot, but he felt like he needed to convince you now, to make this day better for you like no one had even done for him when he was topside. “And what kind of loser hangs around an amusement park by themselves? You’d be doing me a favor, honestly.”

Your eyebrow creases in suspicion at him using your words against you. “Really- I’m fine just going home.”

“And letting your shitbag friends know that they can do this to you whenever they want? Come on- have some fun with me. Don’t let them ruin what should have been a good day.” When you frown and look again in the direction that your friends had gone, he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on. Just until I have to go to my meeting. I can get us a Fast Pass so we can cut the lines. Imagine their faces seeing you get to jump to the front. Worth it, huh?”

And with this you smile- genuine and pleased and a little mischievous. “I might be able to be persuaded for that,” you say, and let him pull you along to the entrance gate to be fitted with the bracelet that would allow the pair of you to cut the lines.

Bracelets affixed, you walked slowly through the rows of vendors and games, the silence between you not entirely uncomfortable. He hadn’t been to an amusement park in years, and between looking for security risks around the park while you walked around together and trying to decide on a ride to go on together, he wasn’t too impressed. Neither of you seemed particularly excited at the prospect of one of the huge roller coasters- not that he was scared, of course, but with his head being made up of fragile electronic components he was… reasonably cautious. He would have been down for some of the easier rides, something like the Ferris Wheel or one of those funky little spinning teacups or something that couldn’t do much harm.

Then he had seen your face drop when you noticed your friends towards the middle of the line for the largest, most popular ride in the park and, well…

That was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Hey.” He reached over and tugged at the band on your wrist. “Paid an arm and a leg for these for a reason, doll. Let’s go.”

Your smile lit up your entire face, and that was almost worth the money on its own. Watching your friends’ expressions sour when he brought you to the front of the line for the operator to let you pass for the next cycle of the coaster took it the rest of the way to ‘worth it.’

The ride itself wasn’t bad- more fun than he had anticipated, and your shriek of laughter at his side when you hit the first drop made him smile more genuinely than he had in a while. Your grip on his forearm was firm through the whole ride, still holding on when the cart eventually slowed and you exited the ride together, still holding on when you saw your friends still not at the front of the line and stuck your tongue out at them as you left together.

Your hair was windswept and wild, pieces flying into your face when you looked up at him with eyes like stars and asked, “what’s next?”

The mirror maze is dangerous with his face, but he lets you lead him through by the hand, always in front to walk into any mirrors that stand in the way. You never seriously hurt yourself, always bouncing off the glass with a laugh that echoes through the space when you look back at him to make sure he’s following.

The other roller coasters are disappointing compared to that first one, but apparently your friends were adrenaline junkies; you got to watch their excitement dwindle every time the pair of you approached one that they were in line for, cutting to the front each time and leaving them stewing in their jealousy.  Vox liked watching you look at the images after each ride, surreptitiously handing the booth attendant his credit card to pay for small copies of the photos the two of you were in so you could take them home with you when the day was over- something to remember him by, and to remember the day you got to put your friends in their places. 

The Ferris wheel is lackluster, but a necessary component for an amusement park trip to be complete. He buys a thing of popcorn and you spend the slow trip to the top and back down throwing kernels over the side at unsuspecting guests, and trying to coax a couple weird birds to eat out of your hand before one of them snagged the whole bag and dumped it on the crowd below.

When you eventually tire of rides, he takes you back down the strip to play arcade games. To his chagrin, he’s fucking awful; no amount of hypnotism has any effect on his ability to throw a couple rings over a goddamn bottle neck or blast water at a Lucifer-Duck target so he can win you the fat shark plush that dangles over your heads. Even worse, you’re scarily good with the water pistol, so solidly aimed at the center of the moving targets that the game vendor eyes you suspiciously when he reaches up to unclip the stuffed animal and hand it to you after the bell sounds to alert passersby that you’ve won.

A few feet away from the booth, you turn and shove the shark into his arms, trailing your fingers through the soft fur that covers it. “It’s customary to win the prize for your date, right?” You ask, and flush from your hairline to the neck of your shirt when he smiles wide and steps closer to you.

“Is that what this is now, sugar?” He says quietly, and the noise of the park fades away as he focuses on the way your breath catches at his proximity. “A date?”

And Satan, he has to admire how you straighten your shoulders instead of backing down. “It could be,” you tell him, and step away, removing your hands from the shark when something catches your eye. “It depends on how it ends.” And the shark joins you at the next couple of failed games, until you lead him to the final attraction, a huge, heart-shaped door under a sign that says ‘The Tunnel of Lust,’ with a caricature image of Osmodeus in the corner.

He’s a little nervous about the water that splashes at the sides of the boat as you step in together, but the sides are high enough that he thinks he’ll be okay. And he’s not ready to end your time together, if he’s being honest. He had initially just wanted to cheer you up, he thinks, as the boat starts moving and terrible romantic poetry starts playing over the speakers, animatronic cherubs dropping from the ceiling and shooting arrows on strings towards the walls before winding them back up to their bows.

Then the boat hits the darkest part of the tunnel and he looks at you, illuminated only by the glow of his screen as everything else fades away, and he thinks you look beautiful. A happy smile on your lips that meets your eyes, unlike earlier, and your shoulders are relaxed and you just look… pleased to be with him, in a way that few people ever really were.

He opens his mouth to speak, but there aren’t any words that come forth that can adequately fill the silence- none that can explain how oddly fulfilling his time with you had been, healing something inside of him that he had thought he was over after all this time. How could he have known that in helping you give a satisfying ‘fuck you’  to your shitty friends that he would feel this sense of relief? Of satisfaction?

You tilt your head in wonder as he stares at you and he slides closer, removing the shark from his lap to place it on the bench next to him. He lets a hand come up to card gently into your hair, and you suck in a breath but don’t pull away as he leans in, breath ghosting across his screen as your lips part-

Music fills the tunnel- not the cheesy, romantic shit that was playing through the ride, but the EDM ringtone he had set for his assistant that he had left back at Vee Tower when he came out here today. He’s tempted to ignore it, but you’ve already seen the call flash across his screen and you’re pulling away from him, putting a couple inches between your bodies as his hand falls limply from where he had been holding you.

“Go ahead,” you whisper, “it seems important,” and he sighs and turns away to answer.

“What do you want?”

“I’m sorry, sir, you know I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t an emergency- but the Lu Lu World team called and said you had never arrived for the meeting. You’re twenty minutes late.”

Fuck. He had completely forgotten about the meeting in favor of spending time with you- he hadn’t even done any of the surveillance he had planned on doing while you went around to the different rides, played arcade games, gave him that sweet fucking smile. He should have set an alarm or something to remind himself of his goddamn obligations today, instead of letting himself get swept up in some impromptu date with a random sinner because they reminded him a little too much of himself.

“Mister Vox, sir?”

“Chill the fuck out, okay? Tell them they’re lucky I’m even still coming after the shit they pulled today and I’ll get there when I get there. Give me, uhhhh…” He wasn’t actually sure how much longer this ride would be but he didn’t imagine the park runners would make something called the Tunnel of Lust too long of a ride and risk people making good on the name. “Ten minutes, tops.”

His assistant starts to agree as Vox ends the call, and when he looks back over to you you’re watching the decor of the ride pass in silence. Smiling still, but you’ve reverted back to how you were earlier- it didn’t light up your face the same way, more polite than anything else, and he longed for the comfortable silence and contentment of a few mere minutes before. He thought about apologizing, but he wasn’t really sure for what, exactly- fulfilling his goal of staying with you until his meeting? Taking you on rides and to games on his dime? Not kissing you in a dark tunnel as a virtual stranger?

He let the silence reign until the ride was over a few minutes later, grabbing his shark by the fin with one hand and offering the other to you to help you out of the boat, walking behind you as you stepped back out into the crowded day.

“I apologize-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You both try to speak at the same time, and the blank looks you give each other when you stop talking at the same time breaks the awkward silence like glass, your laughter once again gracing his audio processors. “I was going to say, I’m sorry for making you late to your meeting,” you offer, your smile a little disappointed, and he waves the words away.

“Not at all! I  was going to apologize for having to cut our time so short- if we’re being honest,” he adds quietly, “I would much rather spend the rest of the day with you than go to this meeting. I’ve had a great time.” 

He would probably never see you again, he realized, and that makes him feel something he doesn’t want to look at too closely right now. If he offered you his number and you declined he would look like a fool, and he wasn’t in a position where he was offering anyone that kind of power over him. He had the photos from the coasters in his pocket, but if he gave them to you and you left then what would he have to memorialize the day?

“I did too! Not bad, for a date I didn’t plan on having today.”

He chuckles. “Still a date then, despite that ending?” He lets you reach out to run your fingers through the soft fur of the stuffed shark again.

You look up at him through lowered lashes, suddenly shy and reaching for his spare hand to pull him towards you. “We’ve still got a few minutes left,” you say quietly, and he bends low and closes his eyes as you bring your lips to meet his.

It's too soft, too sweet, and over too soon. You pull back with a smile, unaware how badly he wants more, and gesture to the shark as you step back. “Gotta say, I think I’ll miss this little guy,” you quip, and Vox is confused about the sudden change of topic until you add, “I know I said I was winning it for you, but I don’t suppose you'd be willing to have joint custody?”

His smile is soft and fond, and he pushes the shark into your arms. “Tell you what- you take him for now. Let me have someone take you home- and then I’ll stop by in a couple days and we can figure out the logistics of that.”

“I would like that.” You press another kiss to his screen, fleeting and soft, and squeeze the shark to your chest. “Thank you, since I haven’t actually said that yet. I hope to see you soon.”

Then you’re walking away from him, and the photos sit heavy in his suit pocket as he dials his assistant while he walks to the main building for his meeting. His assistant knows better than to ask why Vox is ordering him to save your address in his cloud contacts, and after receiving the ping that it's secure in his system he straightens his bowtie. With trained professionalism he rolls his shoulders and tucks the softness that he’d been harboring for the day away for now, his smile turning predatory as he enters the meeting room. 

Vox loved the scent of opportunity - personal and professional alike - but there was business to be taken care of first. The irritation from earlier still lingered at the staff’s disregard for his time, and while you had been a pleasant distraction he wouldn’t let that affect his negotiation now. The stuffed shark he had sent with you hadn't just been a perfect ruse to see you again- it reminded him that there was blood in the water.

[theyanderespecialist]

Staticmoth's Baby Mama (Headcanons) Yandere Valentino/Vox X Pregnant Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one will have Valentino and Vox being Yandere for you, who is their baby mama, as you are pregnant, Reader? Enjoy this chapter!] 

(Disclaimer: Valentino and Vox are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yaneres are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Yanderes Valentino and Vox X Female Pregnant Reader From Hazbin Hotel-

.Vox and Val loved you. Well, they were more obsessed with you, and they were the type to baby-trap you in this situation. 

.That is right; it is very unlikely that you would have chosen to have their child. 

.It is possible you were hired to carry their child and future children. 

.But as yanderes, they would have 99.98 percent baby trapped you, so that is what we are going with. 

.They would have most likely drugged you to get you in the mood but not take away your ability to consent. 

.So they could have a two-week threesome with you, that is right, TWO WEEK LONG, Threesome. 

.They did this to make sure the new potions that Velvette made for them would allow them to have their seed work and also would make sure you could have your eggs work. 

.Velvette is the mastermind of making sinner demons have fertility options. 

.A Few weeks later, you were starting to show signs of pregnancy, and of course, Vox would know right away; he had cameras all around the pride ring watching you. 

.Not to mention the camera in your devices and the cameras Vox and Val planted in your home. 

.They would know that you are pregnant before you even do. 

.This is where they would straight up kidnap you and have a private doctor run the test that you were indeed pregnant, and one of THEM was the father! If not both (Sometimes the uterus plays a magic trick and drops two eggs and not just one so if there was two it is a slim chance that they each could be the father to one at least that is how I think it works I am not a doctor do not take my medical advice, Internet this is me repeating stuff I am not claiming it to be fact)  .So they have kidnapped you, and they would make you sign your soul over to them. Most likely, Vox would be in charge of that. 

.You would be known as their future wife and mother to their children. 

.If only one of them was pregnant, the other one would have dibs on putting the second baby in you. 

.Yes, they have made it clear you will be carrying more than one of their pregnancy. 

.Of course, they are not going to just make you a baby factory and mother. 

.No, they are more or less making you their sugar baby as well; you get a weekly allowance and have all your needs met. 

.A lot of your wants are meant as well, of course, freedom and having lovers other than them is out of the question. 

.They are yandere for you, and you will be the mother of their children, so they refuse to let you be with anyone other than the two of them. 

.They are both very controlling, so you can expect to be under their thumbs still for a lot of things. 

.Vox will remind you that you are the mother of their children and will be one day their wife, so you have to hold a good image in the public eye. 

.The image of the perfect wife and the perfect mother. 

.It is honestly really fucking toxic how he wants you to have the perception of being perfect. 

.Of course, he also already thinks you are perfect and that he wants to keep you by his side. 

.But you have to at least appear to be brand perfect. 

.They would take you out to parties and galas and all of that; after all, they have to show you off with that pregnant glow, and of course, when the belly starts to show, they got to show that off as well. 

.You are their arm candy, and when pregnant, your baby, while still inside you, is much of a show as you are. 

.Of course, when in the V towers you can relax and they have V brand robo Fizzes massaging you back and feet. 

.Also, Valentino is a freak; he would find you have a pregnant belly sexy as hell, and also he would want to taste the booba milk. 

.Vox feels like the man who puts image above so much, but at home, he lets you wind down and have the time you need; also, it is where he can love on you freely without prying eyes. 

.Because they are still yandere, and if their brand and image were not on the line, they would not let you out of VVV's towers. 

.Because you are theirs and theirs alone! Only they should see how stunning you are when you are carrying their children. 

.Vox would have a huge ego boost with you carrying his children; that was proof that you were his and that you belonged to him. 

.Valentino would have a huge kink that his sperm had made a life inside you and that you were GROWING a person in you, he SO makes it a bit weird I bet my left boob on it. 

.They both, in their own way, feel far more possessive of you when you are pregnant with their child. 

.They only would share you with each other and of course their kids could have your attention as their mother as well. 

.Which, by the way, just when you become a mother, they both are even more turned on by you doing motherly things and of course they want to put another baby in you. 

.But they are not completely cruel; they would give you time to heal and adjust, they are not wanting you to be a baby factory. 

.Yes, they want you to carry many of their children but they also obsessively love you and would once again NOT make you a baby factoy. 

.Of course there is one time they let you out very little, and that is when you are close to your due date. 

.They want you to have a safe pregnancy, so they make sure someone is with you at all times and they have a live-in doctor. 

.They would have a fully ready medical and surgical team ready for you just in case. 

.Cause there is most likely not a lot of hospitals in the pride ring of hell. 

.Vox, like I have said in past videos, is go go-big-or-go-home or go-home type of yandere, and it is the same here. He spared no espensive on the baby stuff, your needs, and the medical care during this pregnancy. 

,One thing is for sure, Vox has all the money issues handle and you would not have to worry about that. 

.They deal with creepy ass rivals that try and get into bed with you by killing them. .Also, anyone who tries to touch your baby bump is now with one less hand. They do it again, they have no hands. 

.They try anything after that then they are double dead as Angel Dust says. 

.They confessed their love to you multiple times, but when you really did believe it is after you gave birth. 

.If you accept their love, you will live happily ever after with your growing family. 

.If you do not accept their love, they understand you just gave birth, and they will give you all the time you need, but still keep you captive. 

.Vox would love posting progress videos, but shockingly, Valentino and Vox DO NOT post the baby once out of the uterus. 

.Why you ask, Valentino is a a sick fuck but he is not as sick as some of the people that end up in hell the ones that did adult things or had adult feelings for kids. 

.Both of them are very aware that THIS IS HELL and that their are people who deserve to be in hell for VERY gross reasons. 

.For that reason, they do not post any pics of their kids to the public. 

.Not until the  kid is at least 16 can they choose to be on social media. 

.And you know VOX would have the most aggressive parent locks and ad blockers for his kid. 

.Also Valentino would give them a lot of lessons on sickos on the internet and that he is allowed to phone check whenever. 

.Tell me I am wrong if they were yandere and their darling had their kids they would be more protective of those kids and Val and Vox are both VERY aware of the sickos in hell.  .Vox would give a crash course in internet safety for sure. 

.Bonus: This is for the ones who know who Vark is. Vark is the best family pet and he would protect those kids and you with his life. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[princess-charlie-of-hell]

The most unrealistic thing about Hazbin hotel is that Charlie doesn't have multiple people trying to court her

Like you want to tell me that the attractive princess of hell who is known to be sweet and trying to get along with everyone doesn't have at least one Admirer even if it just to use her?

It's a wonder that Alastor is the first one to actually try it like i would have expected that Vox try as well. He was worried because he heard that Alastor is getting closer to her but didn't think about doing the same thing?!

Or like other royal demons, there is not even one goetia who tried to at least act like they are interested in Charlie's idea to get closer to her?!Charlie is also just really beautiful and has a great voice which seems to be something citizens of hell are into

But at least after her fight with Adam and this version of her,there has to be at least a handful of demons who are simping for her Like the cannibal colony, they fought in her battle. I know they mostly did it because of the promise that they can eat angel flesh but one or two surely also did it because of her voice

I want to see in season 2 at least one demon trying to flirt with her (Vaggie doesn't count) even if it just a random supporting actor who never will appear again. Like if Fizzaroli has a group of demons being obsessed with him so can Charlie, people are obsessed with royalty all the time

If we don't get Vox trying to flirt or charm her in the next season i am going to be disappointed. Like it would be a great way to get back at Alastor by flirting with his "charming demon belle".Maybe it's just an excuse to see a possessive and jealous Alastor but still

Does someone know good everyone loves Charlie/Harem Charlie fics? I don't care which characters she is shipped with in them but preferably with Alastor included

[scoutswritingcorner]

Borrowing The Chauffeur PT.2

Poly!Vee’s x GN!Chauffeur!Reader

Aka Part 2 of when Vox realizes that you are now chauffeuring Alastor now. 

A/n: @aboyscriminalrecord COME HERE POOKIE- COME GET YOUR DINNER!! Also I know these three could kill Chauffeur Reader but I find it funny that they are all collectively simps and in their minds Reader can’t do anything wrong.

TW:Valentino, Chauffeur Reader kinda snaps, Vox being Vox and there is a verbal fight. All the Vee’s get horny for Chauffeur Reader being absolute feral. A LIL NSFW.

It took two weeks for Vox to realize that you were driving Alastor around the town and to say he was pissed was an understatement. He was beyond livid, so when he called you to the tower that night you immediately knew something was wrong. He never sounded that angry when talking to you, glitching every few seconds between his words.

When you arrived at the meeting room in the tower, you were met by all three of your bosses. You slowly walked over to the long table, “Do you know why we called you here?” Vox asked looking up at you as Valentino took a hit from his cigarette and Velvette was typing away on her phone. “..No Sir, I do not. Please enlighten me.” Vox growled his screen glitching and he threw his hands up in the air, “He thinks you're betraying us since you chauffeured Alastor around.” Velvette explained making you stop and had to reset your brain. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You snarled out, rubbing at your eyes. Vox stopped and leaned back, all eyes on you as you rarely ever got angry like this, especially at them. “You called me at 4 in the fucking morning to yell at me, forced me to come here and now your throwing a fucking temper tantrum because THE Radio Demon, asked me to chauffeur him around a few days out of my work week?” You asked glaring at Vox, his screen glitching every few seconds from pure anger. “You shouldn’t have accepted!” He yelled back making you look at him like he grew two heads and then you looked at the other two at the table. “Are you two pissed off?” You asked moving closer to the table, this was a dangerous game you were about to play and it could be your afterlife on the line here.

“Nope, it’s not really a big deal-” Valentino hummed out as Velvette nodded and went back to her phone as you glared the TV man down, “So- with that out of the way. What in the actual fuck goes through your head? I’ve been loyal to you for decades Vox, is that not enough for you to think, maybe I’ll stay by your side for the rest of my afterlife.” You asked, venom lacing your voice as you slam your hands on the table. “Then why did he ask you? Why did you say yes?” He stood up, electricity pulsing around him, “Vox. Put yourself in my situation. I get home and I get woken up two hours later by the fucking RADIO DEMON at my door. I don’t have the power to stop him and I’d like to not die a second time.” You hissed out clenching your fists on the table, you so badly wanted to knock some sense into him but you took a deep breath, hands shaking.

Vox glared at you before sitting back down, “Do you know what that’ll do to your reputation? To OUR reputation?” He asked, making you slam your fists on the table, “Respectfully, Sir. I couldn’t give two shits right now. So when you stop throwing a damn temper tantrum, call me back. I’m going back to bed.” You snarled out before turning and storming out of the conference room. 

The room was silent as the door slammed, Vox snarled and turned his attention to the sharks behind him. “...That was hot.” Valentino called out making Velvette roll her eyes, “Oh come on, Cariño. You’re gonna sit here and tell me that wasn’t the hottest thing that happened today?~” Velvette sent him a glare as Vox growled, silently fuming in his seat as he watched you storm out of the Vee tower through the cameras. “Fine! It was! I never knew they could snap back like that.” Velvette huffed out her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

Satan be damned…he was hard.

[redvexillum]

Y/N: Alastor! Look! I didn't know Hell has pumpkins! We should carve pumpkins together!

Alastor: Hmm, well then, I suppose I can carve...[his grin stretches until his lips split through his cheeks] ...a warning to our enemies into mine.

Y/N: ...Or...maybe you could carve a smiley face?

Alastor: [Sighing, he tuts at you] My dear, I assure you, my enemies will not fear a smiley face...unless...[With a dark grin, he melds into the shadows, taking one of the pumpkins with him]

Y/N: Unless what? Alastor? Unless what?!

Vox's Assistant: Sir, you have a special delivery? From your... [she squints her eyes trying to read the handwritten note] "Old Pal?"

Vox: What? [He swivels his chair around, his one eye already turning into a pattern of hypnotic circles]

The box was dripping of some sort of liquid and it suspiciously smells of...pumpkins?

(*whispers* Yes, this is Sunshine and Vox from my story "Mandatory Overtime")

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[usedtobethelegendcreator]

If there was an Olympics event for Overlords, what would the events be?

I propose:

A shit-talking competition to see who can drop the best diss track (we all know which Overlords it’s gonna come down to)

A soul count to see who’s made the most deals (contracts to the Vees as a whole don’t count)

A voting segment to see who’s the creepiest/most intimidating, full forms are allowed (there’s a lot of off-screen ass-kissing afterward)

A promotion contest for media demons to see who gets the most attention (this contest is later banned due to the media stunts)

‘Randomly selected’ 1v1s (computer generated list, but Vox hacked the system)

Territory comparison (Alastor’s inevitable answer is “the airwaves”, so he’s been pre-disqualified)

A group of random sinners gets asked which Overlords they were warned about the most (it ends in a tie)

A team-up cooking contest (there’s a neat little loophole called cannibalism)

A knife-throwing competition (Carmilla wins, simps faint in the crowd)

A subsequent stabbing competition (Vox ends up visibly hard, and you know why)

A charisma measurement (Alastor shows off his serial killer rizz, rule34 crashes)

And many, many more! Any ideas?

[allastoredeer]

Hello I had this dream last night and I need to share it with you!!!

We know the whole crew is invited to the Cannibal Cookout for the weekend.

So I imagine Al is gonna let cameras take pictures of him and Lucifer, that way the headline of his relationship with the king of hell will reach the seven pentagram faster(it was showed that he can take pictures when he wants to, since vox kept one). But that also mean he is gonna be exposed for the first time in probably forever. Like he is known for his terrifying radio podcast, which means that not many ppl know about his true form, especially new born sinners. So I can only imagine the surprise of those people to see the radio demon , the scariest overlord of them all, being a cute deer with a a fluffy tail and all the package that comes with it. Also Alastor mentioned to Lucy to ‘Wear your Sunday best.”, which might imply that he is gonna wear something nice as well…

It would be hilarious if Half of hell will start simping for Alastor and downright ignoring Lucifer.

I can imagine the internet exploding with Alastor pictures and people going like 'aww his ears are moving’ or something, sinners go as far as make fan club about him, meanwhile a certain picture box is having a mental breakdown…

~Valentino: “u know u can just say it that u want him”

~Vox: “Alright alright fuck yea I do and so Does half of hell. God damn it”

Meanwhile Angel reading through the chaos Alastor just unleashed

“oh he is so stealing my job already”

Lmao

OFC In all of this Al is completely oblivious about the situation he caused, so the crew tries to keep him out the flow, to not freak him out, which it’s not hard at all, since the dude doesn’t have a phone, but he does get a bit suspicious when Lucifer makes him wear something to cover his upper body, almost as far as making him wear an hat and glasses lol(I don’t see Lucifer as being who enjoys losing himself on new trends and gossip on the internet, so Angel probably showed him a innocent picture of them, but Lucy made the bad choice to go read through the comments. Nonetheless to say he was scarred for life, and decided to take it upon himself to protect Alastor’s privacy)

Also Alastor can probably sense when someone takes pictures of him, twitching his eyes and tail but otherwise leaves it be for the sake of maintaining the charade.

This was it ehehe, I kinda felt bad I woke up from that dream, I honestly wanted to know how it ended.

Either way I can’t wait to see how u are planning to go with it. Cause I just know u are gonna make me love every second of it😆👌

thank you for listening

Ps I wrote this at 5 in the morning a week ago, and I am not sure if I already sent it to u or my mind is playing tricks to me…so I am sorry if u already got the message.

Heheheheh I love this! You have the BEST dreams. I'm so in love with most of Hell not knowing Alastor, or not really remembering what he looked like, since he's been gone (and Hell is expanding by the thousands every day, so of course there would be people who don't know him).

And so they see him for the first time and it's such a stark difference to what they were expecting XD He's developing a fan-base and Lucifer has to scare them all of (otherwise Alastor WILL murder. He will).

And no worries! I did get the ask from earlier! Sometimes, if it takes me a long time to get to an ask, that's because I want to draw some doodles for it like the pics above ^.^

[writingdisposal]

Very very minor spoiler warning

I'll be talking/simping about Vox's appearance in the latest episode.

My guy is so fucking hot. It's not even funny anymore. I mean, look at this slut's waist!

And the rolled up sleeves, oh my god. I'm such a sucker for the 'rolled up sleeves' look and Vox pulls it off perfectly. The things I would let this loser do to me, I fucking swear.

I can just imagine how desperate little (Y/n) feels and they beg and beg for at least a little bit of pleasure. Pretty please? Vox takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves, a very suave smirk on his lips, before grabbing your waist and making out with you. Groaning into your mouth, he tells you how he loves that body of yours, how perfectly you fit in his hands. His strong arms lift you off the ground to quickly put you on any sturdy surface, just any. He doesn't wanna waste another second. Vox only wants to devour you and make you lose all your senses, fuck you so good you won't remember anything other than his name.

And you just know how good this man is. His words are sweeter than honey. He will dirty talk so confidently, it'll leave you breathless and wanting for more. He softly touches your hand. "Come on sweetheart," he says, moving his hand slowly further up your arm, stopping just before your shoulder and giving it a tiny squeeze, "we both know what that body of yours really craves right now." A firm tug follows and he leads you straight to the bedroom.

When he is the submissive one however! He is sooo pathetic. Its actually kind of hilarious how the almighty CEO of VoxTech loses his cool and blabbers on and on about how much he needs to feel you. "Jus' a kiss, baby," he whispers in your ear, holding onto your shoulders, "Please, just one kiss and I'll be good, I swear." He is such a loser and I love him so much.

[onesidedradiostatic]

I think that Alastor being completely oblivious to Vox's affections is downright hilarious, especially with how he likes to present himself as powerful and all that and in the know. Like, 'oh of course he would want me to join his team. who wouldn't.' The possibility wouldn't occur to him lmao. Especially if Vox confessed vaguely as a rambling mess (which he probably did, lbr here).

Also, Alastor likes to think of himself as the big scary infamous radio demon. He thinks of himself in terms of his abilities and prowess. He's probably aware that vox is infatuated with him on some level, but he would think of it how he thinks of himself - in terms of power and opportunity, not in terms of romantic or sexual attraction. It wouldn't even occur to him.

Meanwhile Vox is over here simping like the pathetic mess he is. While Alastor is cackling about some soul he tore apart, thinking he comes across as a scary overlord, vox is like. 'aww his ears are moving. aww he's so passionate about his murders. i wonder if we could murder someone together. we have shared passions. so much in common. we're clearly meant to be.'

(reference to this ask)

LMAOOOOO exactly, like he loves attention and would enjoy being admired but romantically/sexually? LAST thing on his mind. I think he's probably aware that vox is obsessed and he enjoys the attention but has never once thought of it being in THAT way

[barblaz-arts]

HELLOOO!! Im in LOVE with all your Chaggie (and Wenclair obv-) art!! I was wondering if youd be up to share your thoughts on the other hazbin characters? Simply cuz Im very curious and youve been a favourite content creator of mine for a while whose opinions and takes on different things i value A LOT! So id love to hear your thoughts on the rest of the main cast(and more if youre up to it hahha)!

@phantoswordsman15

The main cast huh

Hmmmmm I dont particularly hate them, but I have some opinions that people might not like and I'm aware there's a lot of uh sensitive people in this fandom, so I never said them unprompted

But since you asked!

Alastor

Let's start with the infamous Alastor. I think he's a very entertaining character! His horde of simps annoy tf outta me when they're being misogynistic and homophobic towards Chaggie and Vaggie, but I quite liked him when I make myself forget certain parts of the fandom. He's funny and conniving and intriguing. The fact that he apparently sold his soul is super interesting to me. I'm on board with the people theorizing that he sold his soul to Lilith. I bet he's cozying up with Charlie so that he can use it to break his contract somehow. Feel like he also used the deal with (presumably) Lilith so that he could be strong enough to be the overlord he became.

With that being said, I'm really surprised with the direction they took with him. You'd think that with him being a favorite of the showrunner and the fandom, he would probably be portrayed as the coolest mf in hell. But I really like that it isn't really the case within the show. Certain denizens dont even know him and older overlords like Zestial seems to scare him and Carmilla just dgaf about him. Hell, Alastor's loss to Adam was a lil embarrassing ngl. Like. I know he's one of the oldest human souls and that's why he's powerful but... It's Adam.

Something about him that I noticed is that he seems to be more bark than bite. In particular in his duet with Lucifer, initially Lucifer had the upper hand because he's objectively more powerful, humiliating Alastor with his angel magic, but what Alastor used to his advantage was his words and charisma, as can be expected of a radio host. He's always taunting his enemies, but does it actually make him stronger than them? He "won" that duet with Vox but Valentino said Alastor only"almost beat" him when they had an actual fight. He ruffled Lucifer's feathers but at the end of the day Lucifer is still leagues more powerful than him. He talked big when he was fighting Adam but he almost died and had a breakdown over it.

He's really a lot less "cool" than I expected the show would have him be portrayed as. Kinda pathetic honestly, how he's so insecure and angry whenever he isn't the strongest guy in the room. And i actually really like that! He reminds me a lot of Rumplestilstkin from Once Upon a Time.

Something I kinda hesitate to say tho is... I dont want him redeemed. I dont want him to actually care about the hotel crew and change his ways. I like him as the fucked up man he is and really want to see how fucked up he can be, just so that if he ends up being the huge antagonist, his downfall would be all the more satisfying. Like yunno that moment when Light/Kira was finally defeated? I wanna feel that again.

Angel Dust

I love him! We found his dialogue a lil annoying at first in ep 1 but the writers did a lot better in ep 2. He's a neat guy. His character gives interesting implications for me as to what makes a person a sinner in this show. While you have people like Alastor who obviously ended up where they did because a cannibal murderer, I get the feeling Angel ended up in hell because he was abusing his own body, which is a sad thing to think. If I remember right from my own catholic upbringing, abusing the body is considered a sin because your body is a temple. To think that Angel could be in hell for poisoning himself, not for harming others, is just sad man. I look forward to seeing more of his journey.

I'm not touching on how his SA was tackled btw. While I'm a victim of sexual assault myself, what i experienced was far from what Angel does on a REGULAR basis,so I don't feel like i have any personal or professional right to say anything about it. Not every victim's case is universal anyways. All I can say is, his line about purposefully damaging himself so he could be broken enough to no longer be Valentino's "favorite toy" hit me harder than I ever expected this show to.

Husk

Confession: I... I dont feel all that attached to Husk at all, I am so sorry Husk stans 😭

Okok that feels so mean to say I'm so sorry. I actually hesitated to say anything because I dont want to hurt people's feelings. But since you guys are asking and I dont like not being genuine, I'm telling the truth.

A lot of my feelings about Husk is heavily affected by the fandom anyways to be perfectly fair. Why? Because a lot of criticisms against Vaggie is easily applicable to Husk, maybe even more so, and yet I dont see even the same level of hate towards him that Vaggie received because his chemistry with Angel is so much better than Chaggie... Apparently...

I just dont see Husk as a character outside of being a plot device for Angel's development yunno? I get it, he isn't a main character like the main 4 are(Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, and Angel), i just find it hard to well and truly like him because of the fandom's double standards. When we found out someone was gonna die in the finale, my brother and I actually thought it was gonna be him because he doesn't have a big enough role to play in the plot to be a HUGE loss, but has a significant enough connection to a main character to have an EFFECT. He very much just felt like the love interest for Angel and nothing else. Which isnt necessarily a bad thing, but is frustrating when i see sooo many people label Vaggie as such(when she isnt!) and hate her SO MUCH for it.

I wanna see more of him tho I really do. Like the man used to be an overlord. He said he wanted to find someone who could relate to "the gruesome ways in which he's damaged" but what does that even mean? Yes i know about the castration but aside from that what suffering is Alastor putting him thru when all he has to do is be a bartender rn? There must be more and I wanna see it and finally feel for him.

Nifty

I love her a lot. That's it. The character ever. Her gremlin energy reminded me so much of Peridot, it's great. Kimiko Glenn did a fantastic job as the comic relief character and I hope she gets her own song next season. Her basically being everyone's little sister was kinda adorable even tho she's probably the scariest person in that hotel next to Alastor. I hope she gets to stab Valentino next. Just kill that MOTHerfucker