#vox the tv demon

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Lil doodle requested by a lovely person:

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Midnight Kisses— Vox x Reader

Warnings: Smut, foreplay, sub!Vox, fem!Reader, slight size kink, established relationship, pet names, creampie

Plot: You go to bed with Vox in the evening, expecting to get a good night’s rest. When you can’t fall asleep and notice Vox lying looking particularly enticing, your plans for the night change quickly. Vox will be staying up extra late to satisfy your “needs”.

A/n: This is my first time writing for Vox from Hazbin Hotel, so I hope this meets your expectations! (I realize how many times I said the word “eyes” in this.)

“Goodnight, babe.” Vox murmurs to you as he kisses your forehead and pulls the blinds down in your bedroom overlooking the Pentagram City. A soft neon blue light fills the room and glows on the modern high-tech furniture.

A TV is placed on the left wall and holographic fish swim in a digital aquarium in the corner. A large Vox Tech-V hangs as a light fixture against the ceiling.

“G’night.” You say sleepily back to him as you climb into bed and pull the covers over your body, which is covered by a nightgown.

You hear your husband switch off the lamp on the nightstand and slide under the blankets beside you.

You sigh, closing your eyes, and prepare yourself to drift off into sleep.

But sleep doesn’t come. You shut your eyes tighter, winding the sheets around you, but still the comforting darkness evades your mind.

Frustrated, you lay awake on the mattress for several more minutes, wishing your brain wouldn't keep you up.

You roll over to look at Vox. He’s breathing deeply, eyes closed with a calm expression set over his face. Your eyes drift downwards, where you know his dark blue boxers cover the top of his legs. You feel your thighs clench together. It may not be the right time, so late into the night, but your imagination can’t help but drift to what is hidden beneath the fabric. Plus, you can’t seem to fall asleep. Maybe you can convince him…

“Vox?” You whisper in the dark. He doesn’t answer or make any movement.

Slowly, you reach out your hand and nudge his shoulder gently. “Vox?” You say again.

He stirs at your touch, red eyes opening a crack. “Mmm? What?” His voice is slurred with sleepiness.

“Vox, I can’t sleep.” You whine in a small voice.

“I’m sorry, baby. Do you need something—“ He’s silenced as you press a light kiss to his lips. Your hands are holding his face as your eyes glitter up at him. Behind you the clock strikes 12:00 am. 

“Er— right now? Are you sure, darling? It’s late…” His voice trails off as you kiss him again, sucking at his mouth and then traveling down his neck. You nip at certain places on his skin and he moans softly. You’re turned on even more and trail your hands down his bare chest, tracing the defined muscles and getting closer and closer to the band on his boxers.

“Vox~” you chirp suggestively while your gaze steadies on the growing tightness straining against the cloth.

A sharp clawed hand grabs ahold of your wrist before it can reach its destination. Vox looks at you, eyes glazing over with lust.

“Not yet, my doll.” With that he takes the straps of your nightgown and whisks it up and over your head, where it drifts onto the bed behind you. Your bra and underwear join it soon after.

“I thought I heard you say it was late?” you ask innocently as you sit bare in the cold air before him with your legs crossed under you.

“I have to take care of my baby, now don’t I? I wouldn’t want to let her wait any longer,” he says in a sultry voice as he hoists off his boxers, releasing his cock standing straight up. You swirl your finger around its tip, your hand coming away wet with his pre-cum. He growls and pulls you on top of him, ending with your lips locked together once more in a desire-imbedded kiss. His forked tongue slides over yours while his rock-hard shaft presses against your belly.

You can’t take it anymore. You pull backwards and sink down on his cock, feeling his size fill you up and resulting in a breathless moan leaving your mouth.

“B— baby,” Vox stutters as the pleasure floods him and sends prickles across his skin and down his spine. 

You begin to bounce on the television’s dick, your hips rocking back and forth in time. Your moans get louder and louder. Vox, at your mercy beneath you, watches you with adoration for your high-pitched whimpers as his nails dig themselves into the sheets at the same time.

“Vox!! Babe!” you gasp out as your body goes through one orgasm after the other. You can tell Vox is losing his stamina by the way his breathing is broken up by crackles of electricity and his intent eyes are struggling to retain their focus. You can’t stop now, though. Not yet…

“Just… a little longer…” you cry as you shudder violently, coming yet again. “I c— can’t stop… feels too good…”

“Don’t stop.” Vox promises even though his words come out shakily. His endurance is usually impressively high, especially when he lets you chase your own release by using him, but he knows he can’t hold on for much longer. His software is failing to keep up with the extreme sensations overriding his senses.

Your walls clench around him until they can’t clench any tighter with the obscene squelching sounds reverberating to the ceiling. Valentino could surely never rival his porn shows to the TV demon writhing beneath you, sweat pouring down his neck and your pretty hair thrown back and tangled around your face as you moan loudly unintelligibles.

Vox’s breaking point is nearing. Hot ropes of cum spurt up into you, slicking your thighs and mixing with your own arousal.

“I can’t…” his chest is raggedly moving up and down and his eyes are now fully closed. 

“One more, please,” you beg. Your bouncing is less efficient now but still just as desperate. Between your legs Vox continues to groan but is clearly wiped out by the three hours of you riding him.

Again the overpowering shocks of bliss wash over you, evidence of your multiple releases coating Vox’s cock and stomach. You want to go further. Fuck yourself on him for one, even two hours longer. But you’re so tired. So very tired…

The tempo of your humping loses its persistence. Finally your head drops down to your chest and Vox’s shaft slips abruptly out of you with a pop.

Vox, unable to speak or move, lies motionless while you crawl up next to him and lay your head on his neck. Both of you are still naked and exhausted beyond words. It’ll be a wonder if you are able to walk tomorrow, let alone Vox.

You fall asleep instantly with your chests pressed up against each other, the lights of the city filtering through the gaps in the curtains. Sleeping well into the morning is a likely possibility. Vox will have a fun time at work the next day.

Tag List: @lucifersgirl, @voxslays (Let me know if you want to be tagged on future posts (or untagged!))

[jaiconator]

Neon Nonsense

[voxslays]

HAZBIN MASTERLIST

The Hazbin characters I currently write for are: Alastor ⟡ Lucifer Morningstar ⟡ Vox ⟡ Adam ⟡ Husker ⟡ Angel Dust ⟡ Velvette ⟡ Valentino (only as a joke) ⟡

Alastor Masterlist | My collection of Oneshots, Headcannons, & Smutshots for your favorite radio demon, Alastor.

Lucifer Masterlist | My collection of Oneshots, Headcannons, & Smutshots for your favorite duck lover and fallen angel, Lucifer.

Vox Masterlist | My collection of Oneshots, Headcannons, & Smutshots for your favorite TV demon, Vox.

Adam, Husk, & Angel Dust Masterlist | My collection of Oneshots, Headcannons, & Smutshots for Adam, Husker, & Angel.

[slime-based]

murder wives

[axolotlnightmare]

Aaah Homosexuals... 🔥Staticmoth

[huatay]

I was bored here is a vox for any ?

[kavaxxx]

i drew a scene from my fav radiostatic fic!! it's called lightning in a bottle by oilslick on ao3 🩷

I HIGHLY recommend it. the characterisation there is *chef's kiss* and everything abt how the author describes their dynamic is literal perfection!! I've read my fair share of radiostatic fics and this one tops them all! :) plus the author is so sweet ❤️

[diamondkat]

The poll ends with 46.9% of Vox fans also loving Valentino. This number might have been lower if I had tagged it correctly from the start. A point was made by@staticmothhell a few hours into the post that by tagging only staticmoth and none of the other Vox ships, I might not reach the full target sample. Adding other ships saw the number of people who liked both Vox and Valentino immediately begin to decline and drop by about 11%. Yet it can be said that very few Vox fans actually hate Valentino and this is something that I don't think would have changed even if I added all the necessary tags.

I want to say thank you to everyone who participated and left comments on this post. It gave me a lot to think about.

@minimosquitogirl along with a few others pointed out how SA made it harder for people to like Valentino as it tends to hit harder for most people. However, it was @redladydeath's tag that really made me think about how Velvette and Vox's evil doesn't register in the same way for most people. Velevette might help with making the love potion but we don't see her personally use it and she might be verbally abusive to her staff but it is followed by a report of Valentino literally ripping one of her staff members apart. Vox is an obvious stalker who likes to mind-control people and helps enable Valentino but one of the main people he targets is Alastor. His behaviour towards Alastor would likely raise red flags with anyone else but Alastor makes him look ineffectual and harmless. Valentino, on the other hand, has been seen on screen physically and sexually abusing Angel Dust who is completely powerless against him. This makes his evil more real to people than the others. My stance on the matter remains the same as @eggcats who agrees that hating Valentino fans while liking the other Vees just feels ridiculous.

However, it turns out that even those who hate Valentino like @terminallyuncapricious have the understanding that harassment is not acceptable. They also shared some interesting points about their experiences with the matter.

@diffidentphantom was an absolute delight for changing things up by liking Valentino more than Vox. They said, "It’s kind of hard to explain." Yet it makes perfect sense to me. Hazbin Hotel offers a wide selection of villains for villain fans and some villains just call out to you more than others even if they are not the fan favourite.

I was having a chat with someone about all the hate Valentino and his fans get and how it doesn't make sense that Valentino fans get so much hatred when the other Vees, particularly Vox has a lot of fans that don't get the same treatment. This made me wonder if there are Vox fans who also feel that way about Valentino. I am personally of the opinion that if they exist, they would be a tiny minority. It has never made sense to me that villain fans would look down on fellow villain fans. However, opinion isn't the same as reality so I need emprical evidence.

The hate option is for those deeply hate Valentino. If you don't hate the character enough to be constantly wishing for their death and for it being incomprehensible to you why annyone would like them, pick dislike.

[myoveroverdose]

Sketch mood =3=

[kitsupine]

☆Vox redraw!☆

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Again another doodle

[missmorize]

Sneakpeak of a Vox wip. ✨

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hell-o

Ummmm I dunno if you’re still taking requests… but if you are…

Could you please do a platonic rivals Vox x Internet demon!Reader who have a “Internet killed the video star” type of dynamic? Like calling Vox things like “Outdated” and “Boomer” and Vox trying to prove that NO the tv is NOT DEAD and he is NOT OLD-TIMEY!

Warnings: none!

Navigation!!

Boomer

The air in the studio crackled with static, not the typical kind that plagued broadcast signals, but the tangible electric hum of two egos clashing. Vox, the slick, charismatic overlord of the Vees, stood before his towering screen, his three eyes narrowed into predatory slits. He was resplendent, as always, in his sharp suit and polished chrome, a testament to the power of television. On the other side of the room, however, lounging on a haphazardly arranged pile of discarded cables and servers, was the source of his current ire: (Y/N), a being of pure internet energy.

(Y/N) was a mess of flickering pixels and ever-shifting code manifest, a chaotic kaleidoscope of bright colors and sharp, glitchy edges. They were currently sporting a particularly loud pair of neon headphones and a smug, knowing grin that could curdle milk. Vox wanted to erase it from their face.

"So," (Y/N) drawled, their voice a digital distortion that somehow managed to sound both bored and condescending, "still clinging to the old box, Voxxy? Still trying to convince the masses that moving pictures on a big glass rectangle is 'cutting edge'?" Their form flickered, a pixelated hand gesturing dismissively toward Vox's towering screen.

Vox's smile twitched, his sharp teeth bared just a little too much. "It's television, you digital degenerate. And it is a proven, reliable method of entertainment. Something you, with your twitching pixels and pop-up ads, could never hope to replicate.” He gestured to his control panel, its buttons and dials gleaming under the studio lights. "This is infrastructure, this is art! This is power."

(Y/N) barked a laugh, the sound a burst of static that made the overhead lights flicker. "Infrastructure? You call that infrastructure? Honey, that's a dinosaur skeleton. I've got faster wifi on my left thumbnail than you've got in that whole… thing." They flicked their fingers, causing a cascade of holographic memes to flutter around them like angry butterflies. "The internet is instantaneous, interactive, infinite! Your boob tube is just… static, old man."

The word 'static' grated on him more than 'boomer'. "I am not old," Vox spat, his metallic voice gaining an edge. "Television is timeless! It's where heroes are made, where stories are told!" He slammed a fist against his console with a metallic clang. "You wouldn't understand, you with your endless cat videos and… 'challenges', whatever those are. I make stars, you create… noise!"

(Y/N) hopped off the tangled mess of wires, landing with a soft thump that sent dust motes dancing in the air. "Oh, we make stars too, Voxxy. Millions of them. They just, you know, sparkle a little brighter, burn a little hotter, and get shared a hell of a lot faster. Who’s going to be watching your grainy broadcasts when they can stream a live concert globally, in crystal-clear 4K, with a chat feature?” They pressed a few imaginary buttons on their form, causing a window to pop open, filled with a chaotic stream of comments. “See, this is interaction! It's dynamic! It’s not you just talking at a bunch of blank screens.”

"Dynamic? It’s chaotic!” Vox countered, his three eyes wide with a mixture of outrage and a begrudging sliver of curiosity. “All those… emojis. It looks like someone threw a box of crayons into a blender."

(Y/N) chuckled, a low hum that vibrated through the studio. "That's the point, old-timer! It's a vibrant, messy, beautiful mess. The internet is a reflection of everything and everyone. Your TV is… well, it’s just you.”

"And what's wrong with me?" Vox demanded, his head tilting slightly. He wasn’t used to having someone openly mock his entire operation. "I'm sophisticated, I’m powerful! My broadcasts are carefully curated, meticulously planned!"

“Planned? That's the problem!” (Y/N) teased, their form flickering with digital laughter. “It's all so... predetermined. On the internet, anything can happen! Someone can go viral for sneezing! A cat can suddenly play the piano! The possibilities are limitless!” Their form shifted again, briefly manifesting a dancing cat with a tiny piano.

Vox’s jaw twitched. He knew that (Y/N) was right, in some twisted, annoying way. Something about the unpredictable nature of the internet did chafe at his control-freak tendencies. He was in the business of crafting narratives, of controlling the message, and the wild, uncontainable nature of the web was, frankly, unsettling.

He crossed his arms, his metallic fingers tapping against his arm. “So, what? Your chaotic mess is better than my ‘predetermined’ broadcasts? Please, your algorithms are just regurgitating the same drivel over and over again.” He tilted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Why don’t we settle this?”

(Y/N)’s pixelated form perked up, their digital eyes growing wide with excitement. “Ooh! Now, you’re talking! What battle are you thinking?”

Vox’s grin widened, his eyes glinting. “I say… a content war! Let's see who can capture the attention of the masses. We'll put our best work forward, you with your chaotic shorts and I with my carefully crafted programming, and we’ll let the viewers decide. The internet will never replace the charm of the tube!”

“Only a boomer would say charm,” (Y/N) scoffed but they were already buzzing with excitement, their form flickering even more rapidly. “You’re on, grandpa! Let’s see if your outdated tech can keep up with the speed of light!”

With that, the battle lines were drawn, the clash of old-school media and new-age chaos about to unfold. Vox may have scoffed at the ‘noise’ of the internet, but he knew, deep down, that he was facing a force as chaotic and powerful as the shifting tides. And (Y/N), despite their snarky demeanor, secretly admired the polished sheen of old-school television, a world they knew they were slowly, but surely, changing. Their rivalry was fierce, but it was also, in its own warped way, a form of mutual respect. They were two sides of the same coin, forever clashing, forever challenging, and secretly, maybe, enjoying the competition. The war was on, and the studio, and the world beyond its walls, would never be the same.

[voxslays]

A request for some vox headcannons with a gamer fem s/o and is a game developer herself to which she had her being under contract with vox?

MY LIFE IS LIKE A VIDEO GAME

ᯤ During your regrettably short time on earth, you were an indie game developer, wanting to share your passion of game making to the world. You even had a few big hits, that were considered to be apart of the top tier indie games.

ᯤ When you arrived in hell, you had no plans to stop, only continuing your vast catalog of games with your Voxbook and Vpad. Your games quickly blew up and you grew a following. A following that was noticed by the Vees—or rather, Vox.

ᯤ Vox had been trying (and failing) to get into the virtual reality scene for quite a while. He was able to develop the headsets required, but not the games. He needed a game developer’s help.

ᯤ So when Vox heard of you, he knew he needed you under contract immediately. He invited you to a meeting, quickly getting your soul under contract with his signature showman smile.

ᯤ You spent the next few months practically glued to Vox’s side, making sure the headsets were running the games smoothly before launch. Finally, the day of launch arrived and the VR headsets were a hit! How could they not be? He has hypnosis

ᯤ Yet, Vox wasn’t quite ready to part from you yet…over the months you spent together he had started to feel something he hadn’t felt since him and Alastor worked together…Love.

ᯤ Vox loved you, and he wasn’t about to let you get away. Regardless of if you actually accept his confession, you will become his lover. He his hypnosis is just that convincing.

A/N: SECOND VOX POST OF THE DAY, WOO! I’m speed running getting through my requests rn. I have wayyyy too many for Vox T_T