𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — the Vee's were known to make sinners famous and then throw them away like it was nothing. But what happens if they take more interest in you than an ordinary work relationship?
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — smut, let's get this together shall we? oral (f/m recieving), fingering, unprotected p in v, praise kink, dom/sub vibes, degradation if you squint, bad Spanish cuz I only had it for a year. mirror fucking, table fucking, I guess that's it? no foursome...but maybe in the future ;)
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so I didn't make them have foursome, but trust I will (in another fic) don't be shy to give feedback! I feel like I could have done more, especially with Val...and I'd love to continue this thing soo tell me if you're interested!
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Velvette snapped her fingers, annoyence painting her features as her models stood in front of her. None of them gave her what she wanted, no design looked exceptional enough to be cast on social media.
“I don’t think ruffles should be worn anymore,” a voice stated behind her, lips pressed into a thin line she turned around to face you. “And who might you be to make such a decision?” she barked to which you jumped back slightly. The models glanced at each other, sure to witness one of Velvette’s outbursts.
“Your new model?” you told her nervously. “Is that a question or an answer?” her voice was sharp, taking slow steps towards you. As far as Velvette’s knowledge reached, there shouldn’t be a model coming.
“Answer, it’s an answer. I sent in my application a few months ago…it got accepted last week,” you found the courage to speak up, feeling smaller under her devious eyes.
Something about you intrigued her in some way, if you had enough confidence to speak up against her then you should have enough sense to prove it. “Well then, show us what should be worn or lose your life,” she gave you a sickly-sweet smile, gesturing to her models and fabric.
You wished the ground would swallow you whole, as much as you dreamed of working for Velvette, you wouldn’t call yourself an expert in fashion. Wanting to keep your life however, made you grasp for everything your mind could comprehend that the moment. Taking a black skirt, glittery belt and matching top, you handed them to a girl in front of you who watched you with judgemental eyes.
Ignoring her you continued searching for jewellery and something to make the outfit stand out. One glance at Velvette gave you everything you needed, maybe it was a foolish idea to take inspiration from her current outfit but what choice did you have?
“Done,” you told her, the model fully dressed while you fought the urge to bite your nails. Velvette rested her elbow on her hip, scanning over the sinner. “It’s not terrible,” a backhanded compliment slipped past, a compliment none the less which had you sigh in relieve. She circled the model, adjusting a few pieces of fabric and tilted her head, “we could add this pattern to the new collection,” she mumbled to herself.
“Congratulations darling, you’ve just been promoted,” she stated and called her seamstress over to take notes and order new fabric. You were sure you were hallucinating, “what?” your voice small, scared to even move.
“Are you deaf? You have been promoted,” she snapped shooting a glare your way, you swallowed, unsure of what to do now and Velvette seemed to notice, rolling her eyes she grabbed your arm, “don’t just stand there, you’ve got new responsibilities as head model.”
“I’m not sure if-,” “shut it, you’ll do what I tell you,” Velvette cut you off, leaving no room for arguments – not that you’d dare to disagree with an overlord. Still, you questioned what she thought you were capable of.
Velvette took an interesting liking in you, she didn’t scream at you as often as she did to her models or assistant, no she was fairly calm on you. Although she still snapped at you, especially when you couldn’t think of the pose, she wanted you to do – she never told you, more like expecting you to read her mind.
Still, something about her made you enjoy working with her. Another thing you had noticed was her habit of lingering touches, it was like she always needed to have her hands on you in some way and the worst part? You enjoyed it.
As delusional as you were, you thought it meant something, but Velvette didn’t do more than that she just teased. Maybe her way of flirting was giving you the best jobs she had, or she enjoyed seeing you suffer.
You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror. By now it wasn’t unusual for Vel to dress you up, after all you were a model, but lingerie wasn’t on your usual list of clothes. A knock on the door snapped you from your thoughts, “darling, are you ready? We gotta finish this before Valentino throws another tantrum,” her voice rang through before she stepped inside.
Her eyes landed on you, breath catching in her throat. You looked marvellous, the pink-black lace hugging your curves perfectly. A golden pendant in the shape of a skull dangling between your breasts – courtesy of Velvette – and heart shaped chains complementing your thong and warming your skin.
You were a sight for sore eyes, “my you look exquisite,” she purred, coming closer and lifting her hands to stroke along your waist.
“Velvette,” you whispered, not knowing how to respond. A shiver ran down your spine as she kneaded your flesh. She casted you a wicked smirk, turning you around to face the mirror again. “Might as well keep you all to myself, they don’t deserve to see you,” she planted light kissed down the back of your neck.
A breathy gasp escaped you, for a moment you thought this was a dream but as her right hand pushed past the hem of your panties.
She pressed her thumb on your clit, rubbing tight circles as she left open-mouthed kissed along your shoulder blades. Then let her ring and middle finger play with your mound, drawing a shuddering moan from you.
You closed your eyes, hand shooting out to hold onto Velvette’s arm. "No, open your eyes and look at yourself," she demanded, gripping your jaw and making you feel her strength, "taking my fingers like a good girl." Her voice low, warm breath against your ear, you never felt hotter than with her behind you.
"Fuck, you're as wet as a bitch in heat," Vel giggled, curling her fingers against your soft walls. Pleasure consumed you, not being able to look away. It was a fascinating image, a feared overlord standing behind you with her hand pleasuring you and getting off on the thought of breaking you.
Slowly she released her hand, trailing to your throat, “look at me darling,” she commanded, voice angelic and hard to resist. Her hand fit around you like a necklace.
Through the mirror you found her eyes, making you squeeze around her fingers. "Mhm, are you coming? You're a nice girl, ask mommy if can," Velvette had you at her full mercy, no doubt relishing in your submission.
The way she massaged your spongy walls made you yearn for more, though your orgasm wouldn't come easy. They never did but with Velvette it felt closer, reachable.
"Can I please come, mommy?" you begged, tears stinging in your eyes. Every ounce of control you ever thought you had gone, drowning in pleasure and you didn't even realise that from now on you would belong to Velvette even more than before.
"I'm not sure if I should let you...do you deserve it? Do you even love mommy?" she edged you, she knew it and she knew how to use your weak state for her gain, slowing her movements down. "Yes, yes, of course I love you mommy, I'm so thankful!" you whined, bucking your hips against her hand, the words melting easily from your tongue. Every demon outside could hear you.
You shakily moaned as her fingertips pressed against your sweet spot, a tight feeling spreading in your stomach. Velvette had her left hand still on your throat, but you clawed at the table with compact breaths as you chanted her name over and over again like a prayer.
Nails digging into the wood, her thumb flicking your clit and fingers curling. “Then come, darling,” she demanded, letting go of your throat to steady you around your waist, “come on my fingers, show mommy how desperate you are for her.”
You were, your orgasm came crashing down on you. Nothing could tone down your moan, but Vel swallowed your mouth with hers. Almost muting your sounds, the kiss made you think you’re in heaven.
As you came down from your high everything downed on you. Lips still locked with Vel's in a passionate kiss. Then began freaking out, breaking the kiss, "Satan, I'm so fucking sorry! We- we shouldn't have done this, oh it's so inappropriate," you ripped your hands from her.
"Darling, stop fussing! It's alright, we're in hell. Do you really think there are rules?" she catches your arms, keeping you still. "No?" you answered hesitantly and receiving a snort from her, "exactly, now get on your knees and eat mommy," a simple command as she turned your around and pushed you down.
Velvette pulled her skirt up, revealing her naked cunt, "did you plan this?" you asked, for once bolder which made her smirk, "I had a hunch," she shrugged.
You gave a careful lick on her puffy folds, "now don't be shy," she fisted your hair, stuffing you deeper into her cunt. You grumbled before eagerly lapping her pussy causing vibration to roll through her body. Your tongue flicked her bundle of nerves. The feeling had her preening for you and then it exploded, the knot in her stomach became too tight.
A loud pornographic moan erupted from her throat as pure bliss of pleasure washed over her, “darling!"
"You're coming awfully fast mommy," you teased as you heard her chant for you.
"Now you're getting sassy?" she question, rolling her hip into your mouth, breathing heavily. Meanwhile you continued tongue-fucking her through her orgasm. You didn't think giving another woman pleasure would consume you as much as it did. Velvette made you crazy – in a good, addicting kind of way.
She preened at the way your mouth felt on her pussy, hand moving from your hair to the nape of your neck then stopped your movements which had her whining, "we're gonna have so much fun, darling."
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A grim expression blasted on Vox face, sometimes he wondered if sinners had a lobotomy before arriving in hell. All he needed was one person with a saint mind, a person who wouldn’t fuck up the first second they entered Voxtek.
He personally thought keeping track of demons who died during extermination wasn’t hard or at least noticeable when they don’t turn up for work the next day. Well, apparently it was the oppisite, not only did his assistant – Ethan – forget, no he wasn’t even the one informing him. It was the producers, calling frantically because they couldn’t film a cooking show without a pretty face to keep the ratings up.
At first Vox shouted at the producers after they told him Ethan knew…let’s just say he’s lucky to be walking. He ran several ideas through his processors until he ultimately had to ask Velvette for help.
“Velvette, my fav-,” “what do you want Vox?” she immediately cut him off as he entered her studio with his hands resting on his back and voice a note to sweet for him. He sighed at being busted the first second he walked in, “could I burrow one of your models? The girl for this cooking, baking shit died during the last extermination. I need the prettiest you’ve got, the last thing I need is bad ratings,” he grumbled.
Alarms went off in Velvette’s head, you were still trying on new dresses and were the most beautiful model she had but she couldn’t let Vox know that. “All my models are pretty V,” she distracted him, of course they weren’t all pretty, pretty, “let me just look, yeah babe?” she called out before vanishing.
You turned around with a startled expression when you heard Velvette barging into your room and closing the door behind you. “Vel, is everything-,” “okay, listen you’re gonna stay in here until I tell you to come out. No peeking, no sound, nothing,” Vel told you sternly.
Confusion was written all over your face, “are there exorcists out there?” you chuckled, trying to lift the mood. “Darling, this is serious. I won’t share you with Vox-,” “why not Vel? We’re team after all,” Vox had zapped into the room through a camera, a sly smirk on his screen as he stood behind your boss.
She shrieked, jumping towards you, “for fucks sake Vox! I told you to wait, not teleport in here and disrupt my meeting,” Velvette snapped at him, but he didn’t care, his eyes only stayed on you. He waved her off before gently pushing her to the side in order to have more space. Vox took your hand, “Vox, a pleasure to meet you though you’ve probably already heard of me.” Yeah, Vel wasn’t lying when she said he had a big ego, though what you hadn’t expected was how hot he was up close.
“Nice to meet you too,” you said, telling him your name and shaking his hand. “Now Velvette, that’s a face for television,” he exclaimed, sound effects echoing through the walls, “I know that’s why I wanted to keep her from you,” she complained, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
He said your name, a light drawl to catch your attention, “would you like to star in one of my most watched shows? All you need to do is bake a little cake and give a smile to die for,” his offer sounded tempting. However, you weren’t sure if it was his voice that made you consider it or the opportunity.
Hesitantly you look over to Vel who was glaring at her partner, “you can’t steal her, she’s mine,” she argued and stepped between Vox and you.
The overlord suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, instead wraps an arm around her shoulders, “imagine how much publicity you would get! Dressed in your new fashion line and new pictures for social media...,” he trailed off, knowing exactly how Velvette loved hearing that.
“I could accept that but-,” she turned back around facing you, “darling, be honest do want to work for Vox?” Scared of saying the wrong thing you agreed, it wasn’t uncommon for the Vee’s to share...right? “Lucky you V,” spoke to Vox with a wife grin, British accent bleeding through, “have her back in one piece. I still need her gorgeous body.”
You stood there, a bit dumbfounded where you about to leave with Vox now? “If he gives you trouble just yell at him. Hell knows he can be a little bitch,” Velvette added, hands on your shoulders to get a good look at you before reluctantly giving you over to Vox.
Vox slide his hand around your waist, “let’s have some fun shall we doll?” he chuckled, guiding you out of Vel’s studio. Heat creeped up your neck at his touch, if someone would’ve told you a month ago what working for Velvette would turn into you wouldn’t have believed them.
He pushed you inside another studio, filled with cameras and spotlights. Demons were scattering around seemingly stressed. “Johnny, here’s your new star,” Vox voiced sounded behind you, a light edge to his charming smile. Said dinner jumped up, not expecting to be face to face with the overlord.
“Mr. Vox, I didn’t- oh, thank you so much. I promise you it won’t happen again-,” “I know it won’t! Because next time it’s your life on the line,” Vox leaned down, face impossibly close to Johnny who coward slightly. Vox tone was low – and dangerous – enough to not alert everyone, though you were able to hear him.
“Get her ready!” the overlord barked at the workers who were quick to shove you into a dressing room. One gave you a skin tight dress with too much cleavage, coloured in a dark blue with one light blue stripe circling the seams. To top it all off, you wore a red apron that has black accents to it. You looked like Vox, to be more specific.
They did your make-up and hair, then threw you out in the open with a loose script. “Read from the teleprompter, do what the recipe says and look hot,” were all the instructions you got before the cameras were rolling.
Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you caught Vox eyes as he sat behind the director. Thighs spread wide, one arm laying over the armrest with his phone in hand while resting his chin on his knuckles, elbow supporting his weight. He looked powerful, something stirred inside you at the sight.
A shout from the director snapped you from your mind, remembering why you were actually here. Swiftly you gathered all ingredients as you talked absolute nonsense.
Had Vox enough on his plate to keep him busy until the next extermination, sure but you were a sight he didn’t want to miss. He specifically picked the dress for you, although it being from Velvette’s fashion line he knew you had to wear his colours, add to that how almost half your ass was showing.
When he asked, he’d say he just wanted to make sure you did your job, that he didn’t want any further mistake but in reality, he got hard from watching you act like a domestic housewife.
Furthermore, it couldn’t hurt to make his presence known to his employees who had apparently forgotten who they’re dealing with. To his fortune everything went smoothly, you were perfect if he may say so. Smiling into the camera, laughing with silly jokes and apologising for minor mistakes and making them seem like they were on purpose.
The director yelled ‘cut’ after you said your goodbyes, praising you for excellent work. They told you to take a break before starting the next episode. It made you wonder how long you’d be here.
As you walked back, you caught Vox eye. Throughout the entire filming process he never lost sight of you and could always feel his burning stare on you. It crossed your mind to ask him what he thought, if he liked it but a part of you saw it as desperation.
In a swift motion Vox stood up, following you in slow steps. You didn’t even notice him until he closed the door behind him, coming to stand against your back, “what a wonderful show, doll,” he whispered into your ear.
You shivered, enjoying his praise – even more knowing it wasn’t something a sinner got easily. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you told him, trying to keep your tone even. He hummed, hands falling on your shoulders and looking at you through the mirror.
You were speechless, and your mind was running wild. Is that why he chose you? Because he wanted a quick fuck? As if he couldn’t get anyone. "If you think that they include whoring myself out, you're wrong," you snapped, not trusting his calmness.
He chuckled at that, he loved how you played hard to get. “Vel teached you good,” he nodded before pulling you flush against his hard chest, reflexively your hands flew against his broad shoulders. “Prove me wrong then,” he challenged you, pressing his lips against yours, tongue gliding along your upper lip.
Caught up in the moment you accepted his tongue into your mouth, his kiss was hot and filled with hunger. There went your question if it was possible to kiss a TV screen.
It felt like he was swallowing you. Not only his aura was screaming dominance but also his actions did as he lightly bit into your bottom lip to keep your mouth open. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck. With a heavy breath Vox broke the kiss, wearing a satisfied smirk, “you seem to quite enjoy this doll.”
In response you smiled, “it is highly unprofessional, you should know this,” you tried to keep your voice hard, knowing it was a useless thought as you already trespassed that line with Velvette.
"Of course, doll, keep saying it until you believe it," he muttered, pushing your legs open with his thigh to stand in between. Successfully distracting you.
“What?” you asked confused, eyes fighting to stay open as you gripped onto his suit. In response he shook his head, continuing his way down your cleavage. Letting his claws move down to your thigh, he lifted your leg to pull you closer to him. The way he manoeuvred your body made you feel his hard erection.
You whimpered in order to supress a moan slipping from your lips, “Vox.” He knew exactly what he was doing, “I like the way you say my name, I want to hear you scream it.” He hooked his fingers around your panties, revealing how right he was. “Look at that, you’re fucking wet for me,” he sounded taunting, but you would bet he was satisfied with himself.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair how you’re still fully dressed?” you questioned with raised brows, not knowing you could muster up this much confidence at the moment.
“Do you think this is any way to speak to me?” his tone became dark, throwing your panties across the room. With one sentence he destroyed your confidence, “I’m sorry sir,” you instantly apologized.
Vox fingers traced along your cunt, spreading your juice over your skin, “feel how wet you are for me?” he tsked, pushing his middle and pointer finger into your pulsing core. You bit down on your lower lip, suppressing a moan. Though you had a flashback to your first night with Velvette.
“Squeezing my fingers huh, doll?” Vox pulled his fingers from you. Then he undid his pants, letting his hard member free. Your gaze fell down to his cock, his leaking tip hitting his stomach.
You’d never thought you would say this, but he looked too pretty. “You’re so pretty,” you mumbled, your mind not functioning properly, it didn’t even surprise you as those words left your mouth. With no warning he thrusted his cock inside your aching pussy, not caring if it hurt.
This time you couldn’t contain any sounds, you screamed loudly, clawing onto the wooden table. “Feel me stretching you doll?” he smirked, pulling out but leaving his tip inside, just barley to tease you. Then he pushed in, with a hard pace he pummelled in and out of you.
You couldn’t help yourself, clenching around him, wrapping your legs around his hips which made him grin, “don’t want me leaving doll?” Vox ego was bigger than anything else. Shaking your head you tried to keep the grip as tight as possible, he felt like heaven, he filled you perfectly and hit your sweet, sensitive spot in all the right ways.
“I can feel you getting tighter doll, be a good girl and come...then you can milk my cock of every last drop,” he leaned down, whispering into your ear, hand coming up to your throat to keep you in position. Table shaking uncontrollably. “Yes, sir,” you caved, letting the tight knot in your stomach explode. You tried holding onto his wrist, but your grip slipped.
With satisfaction Vox fucked you through your orgasm. He let out a strangled groan at the way you gripped him like a vice. Seeing you have your climax made him follow you suit, roads of white cum painted your swollen walls. He grunted, slightly tightening his hold on your throat, making you release a choking sound.
“We’re not going to let you go, you belong to us, right doll?” he growled, tilting your had up. You tried nodding, “yes, sir,” agreeing with a blissful smile.
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Valentino strode through the halls of the Vee tower, bored out of his mind with no one to fuck and given how much he loved Velvette, he decided on spending that time with her – maybe also choose one of her servants to tease.
“Baby doll!” he announced himself with a posh british accent, wings fluttering a little. All eyes turned to him. Velvette was measuring your arm, turning her head to her partner with a tired expression. She enjoyed her time with him but didn’t have the time right now, “Val, what is it?” she asked, pinching her brows together.
“Ooh someone is stressed,” he chuckled, flouncing down in one of the armchairs. One pair of arms crossing over each other as the other two rested on the chair. “No, I just have to get this done and you’re distracting my juju,” she responded, stepping aside to get more fabric which was when Val noticed you.
A dangerous grin creeping on his face, showing his teeth, “well, hello to you, amorcita,” he cooed, “you would look amazing on camera,” resting his chin on the back of his hand.
Velvette’s eyes snapped towards him, “you abso-fucking-lutly forget it, you are not stealing my model too,” she told him sternly, pushing you further away from him. Meanwhile, you just stood there watching them, a little intrigued.
“Come on amorcita, you’re so beautiful,” he added, so sure of himself it made you wonder if those lines actually worked with other demons. “Thank you, but- uh, no it’s not really my cup of tea,” you decline, catching Vel’s eye, she gave you a approved nod which made you feel more comfortable.
“Really? Because-,” Val couldn’t finish his sentence as his phone started vibrating. Angel Dust was calling him, he held a finger up like he was pausing the discussion.
At first his tone was calm, the he began shouting, “the fuck does that mean, you can’t come? I own you’re fucking soul! You will come- no, what? Angel Dust that flimsy hotel is not-,” the call ended, not because Val wanted to but because Angel had cut the line.
“Perfecto! Now I need a new whore for this stupid fucking film,” he grumbled, slumping into the chair. Velvette gave you a look, “see I have my souls under control...,” she whispered, judging her friend. You actually felt bad for him, of course he wasn’t a good person but being blown off sucked. “I’m sure you will find someone,” you tried giving him hope, smiling at him.
He lifted his head, regaining his smirk. “Well amorcita, the offer still stands,” “no, Valentino I’m not talking about me,” you brushed him off again intending to focus on Velvette cutting fabric off your body.
“But imagine the money you could make! They would love you, ignore that cooking show. This will be your breakthrough,” he sugar-coated his work, however you knew how backhanded it could be – also how did he know about that cooking show thing?
“That’s really nice, but I’m quite happy here,” you stayed loyal to Vel, keeping your tone in a light drawl. Suddenly the moth was on his knees, “he doesn’t usually beg unless it’s Vox,” Velvette stated, a little surprised. She looked up at you on the pedestal, realising you were about to give in, “darling you’re too compassionate, how did you end up in hell?”
“What was your plan for Angel?” you sighed, ignoring Velvette as you saw Valentinos eyes light up with excitement.
“Imagine this, you amorcita in sexy lingerie sitting in your house and your stepdad comes in. He’s so mad at you for not doing your homework, he decided to punish you and it starts with blow job, then pussy action before the big finish with his cum leaking out your cunt.”
You were stunned in silence at his words, was he the one who thought of all those pornos? In this moment you questioned your mental health for even considering this.
“It would only be one time! Big cash and everybody wants more but they don’t get it,” he added, coming closer to you. Hesitantly you glanced at your boss, “I’ve got other shit to do, I just like looking at you so...if you want,” she trailed off.
Thinking for another second you agreed, which made him jump in happiness. Something you didn’t expect from an overlord like him. He swept you into his arms and dragged you towards his studio, chatting the whole way down how important this would be for your carrier and how so many sinners wished to be in your place instead.
Valentino guides you into a dressing room – again – where your new clothes would be. A simple piece of lingerie, blood red with fluff around its seam. The straps of the bra covering in red hearts along with your string as you noticed.
Quickly speeding your pants and top, you slipped into the set while it did feel empowering you didn’t know what drove you here. Was it compassion or the thought of Val watching you?
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Valentino walked in, two hands on his hips, one scrolling through phone, “ready amorcita?” his eyes fell on you. Suddenly everything else became unimportant, you looked breath-taking...did he really want to share you with hell? No.
“Val?” you asked in confusion as you the expression on his face, “amorcita I don’t think I can share you,” he growled, it was the only warning you head before he was walking towards you. In response you stepped backwards, body falling against the couch, “what is it with you Vees and dressing rooms?”
His hands sneaked underneath your bra, massaging your breast, but you sat up and stopped his hands. Confusion was written all over Val's features, wondering if he you were rejecting him however your excited smile told him otherwise.
You slide towards him, pushing him back a little so you could stand up and guide him to replace you on the couch, for once you had enough of being under the Vee's, Valentino sat down, hand still resting in your neck as you got on your knees in front of him.
Oh, now he knew where this was going. His cock strained against his dress pants, you let go of his hand and moved it to stay on his side. “Mhm didn't think you'd be this eager amorcita,” he purred.
You trailed your fingers up to his belt which you unbuckled easily, fingertips stroking his covered cock. Valentino hissed at feeling, you barley gave him any fraction, and he was already this responsive. “I'm done with you Vee's pushing me down, I'm gonna flip the script,” you decided with an innocent smile.
Voice just above a whisper had his member twitching. It should be a crime how sexy you looked, a hoarse groan leaving his lips, “buena chica, suck,” praise danced at the edge of his voice, covered by the command.
Your tongue darted out lick the pre-cum from his mushroom formed tip, the moth drove his golden claws through your hair trying to suppress the urge to shove his cock down your throat. A smile spread across your face at his reaction, you let him take over the reign soon but not yet. Licking a long stripe along his length, you could taste the light saltiness which had you thriving.
The hand in your hair didn’t hinder you in teasing Valentino, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Gently stroking up and down, a way to feel every popping vein. One thick vein popped out, practically asking you to lick it.
Valentino was relishing in your attention, as he was by far the craziest Vee when it came to sex, it didn’t surprise. “Fuck,” he groaned as he felt your tongue on the sensitive vein, hand gripping your roots.
At first, you gave him a few kitten licks before taking him completely down your throat – or trying to take him. His cock wasn’t particularly long but thick, it was difficult fitting all of it inside your mouth. You couldn’t take him any further down, a gagging noise erupting from your throat in protest.
The feeling of his tip hitting your maw had him moaning and his sounds encouraging you to try and take more of him. Never in your afterlife did something turn you on as much as his noises he made while you gave him pleasure.
It was over for Val. He took control over you. His hand spreading over your scalp, gently massaging it before yanking your head back and taking you by surprise in the process. You noticed him trying to keep his second pair of hands clutched into the fabric of the couch.
“¡Es suficiente amorcita! It’s time I take control,” the overlords voice was hoarse, you wouldn’t do anything to disobey him. First, he guided his guided you back up to look into your eyes, they were filled with hunger and the need to be controlled.
This was everything you got from Valentino before he had your head shoved down on his cock again. All the way down which tears to spring from your eyes, “fuck, show me those pretty tears,” he let his head fall back in pleasure.
He didn’t let you lift your head, instead he let you choke on his cock. A loud gagging sound ringing through the walls as he rolled his hips up. The vibrations of your cries sending him closer to his high, “choke on my cock, amorcita,” he purred as he kept his cock pressed against your throat. God, he wished he could stay in the warmth of your mouth forever, buried deep inside.
He was near his orgasm, gently he thrusts your head up and down his hardened length. “You’re such a belleza when you suck my cock,” he praised you in a soft tone. Soon his pace picked up and drool escaped your mouth as you couldn’t control it anymore.
“Fucking hell, I’m coming,” Val grunted moving his hips to meet his thrusts. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue, his release would drop over the edge every second. While he desperately fucked your throat you sucked on the mushroom formed head. Valentino came, all over your tongue. Gasping and groaning as he watched you swallow all of him.
You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you, his sounds just felt different and had you clenching your thighs pathetically.
“Take it, take all of it amorcita,” his claws came up to rest against your cheek as he slowly lifted your head from his cock. “Swallow,” was all he said, looking deep into your eyes and without hesitation swallowed the slightly salty yet sweet semen of the last Vees.
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warnings — unprotected demon sex, just p in v and little sub!vox...I tried, but for me this is relatively short - though I hope you all enjoy it!
note — this is part of the little hazbin collab with a few amazing writers! taglist / please be kind to reblog or comment as it keeps your fav writers motivated!
summary — something about Vox diving into his full demon form awakened a feeling inside you, you never thought existed
HAZBIN HOTEL COLLAB
“Do you think he can, like fuck me while looking like that?” you tilted your head, watching Vox unfold his true demon form. Two eyes turning into three, with one being more of a second screen. Adding around his head four more holograms, all displaying his red and black spirals.
Meanwhile Velvette looked at you in pure disbelief, “he's going crazy! And that's what you question?” She slapped her hand against her forehead, debating if she should throw you against a wall to shake your consciousness back into place.
Lifting your hands in surrender, you let the topic go – at least when talking to Velvette.
———
You looked dead in the eye, he was a little depressed after not making it to heaven and having everyone go against him. However, there was a way to lift his mood; “can you turn into your true form again?” you asked.
Vox lifted his eyebrows, pondering if you were serious given how he just got his ass kicked. “I guess…?” He answered with an unsure quiver, he closed his eyes and completely concentrated on achieving said form again.
Luckily his room had high ceilings, your jaw fell as he grew bigger while limbs added to his body and his mouth turned to sharp edges. Wires stretched from his back and arms gained muscle and flesh, a virus through and through.
“Fuck me,” you whispered, causing Vox eyes to widen before a smirk pulled at his lips, “well then come on baby,” he motioned for you to come closer, one wire wrapping around your waist to lift you on his level.
Meanwhile he ripped his cock free, a content sigh leaving his throat. “They don't see how much they need me, but not you…no, you need me, you're obsessed with me and can't even think without my fat cock in your cunt,” he growled, voice disorientated.
You grabbed onto his shoulders with wide eyes as his huge claw ripped your clothes into shreds. The tip of his cock hit his lower abdomen, leaking with precum. In response your mouth watered, it was truly bigger than normal with prominent, electric blue veins and his tip looking close to combusting.
Vox moved your hips to hover over his cock, “take it,” he snapped, “you want it like a desperate girl? Then fucking take it.” Now he was mocking you, trying to rile you up and it was working. You knew you couldn't fully fit him inside of you, he was too big for that but you would try even if it would split you apart.
A pained moan slipped from your tongue, it was hard to adjust to his size. Vox groaned at the feeling of your tight cunt. He would never get tired of feeling you stretched around him like this. Especially in his demon form from now on.
Once you had all of him inside you – no you didn't but why couldn't move further? You stopped needing a moment to breathe. “I can't take more, please it's too big!” you cried, unable to move your hips.
You tried rolling against him at a slow pace but as the events of the day replayed in your head, your pace became harsher. Vox didn't voice his opinion, rather enjoying your flimsy attempt of taking all of his girth. Cables around him twitched, he had to hold himself back from destroying you.
You wrapped your hand around his neck, you weren’t able to choke him but at least put a bit of pressure on his throat. At least you believed that, he only leaned back against the wall to let your crazed sex drive run.
“That’s why you’re fucking my cock huh? Nothing else can satisf–,” a slap against Vox’s screen shut him up. The pornographic moan was something different, it felt good, made you feel like you had all the power. For once he was unable to give a smart comment, too taken back by your sudden force of dominance.
“You like that? Like it when I slap you?” before he could answer you gave him another slap against the other side of his screen. You never stopped moving your hips which only added to Vox's pleasure. He lost control over his own body, too deep in pleasure.
“Yes, I love it,” he cracked and was fully pushed into submission. A knot formed in your stomach at his strained voice, hoarse, needy and desperate for more. You picked up your pace and tightened your hold on his neck, chasing your needed orgasm.
“Fuck I’m gonna come,” you breathed out as you threw your head back, “me too, baby,” just when you heard those words you stilled, “don’t you dare to come, Vox,” you threatened him, pushing yourself further down and him in the process too, without noticing.
He tried his best to hold back his high when you began moving again, “play with my clit,” you instructed. Not hesitating, he pressed his metal claws over your clit and rubbed tight circles. Right now he would do everything for you, craving validation.
You moaned loudly as your orgasm washed over you, “god, fuck, Vox,” you nearly fell onto Vox's chest if it wasn’t for his wires steadying you. “Baby, please let me come,” he begged after your orgasm. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, the tip of his cock twitching against your soft walls.
How could you deny him? He looked too pretty begging for you in his scary demon form, “come baby, fuck you look perfect,” you whispered and leaned down, pressing kisses on his cheek.
He groaned, biting his lip and drawing blood as he painted your walls with his cyan cum. You kept trying to ride him, adding to his pleasure. Once you felt like his last cum was inside of you, you slowly stopped.
“Satan, you're pathetic,” you whispered in disbelief, looking at him in disbelief as he returned to his normal appearance. Vox scoffed in response, “I'm pathetic? You wanted to fuck the daylights out of me!”
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — something about Vox diving into his full demon form awakened a feeling inside you, you never thought existed
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — unprotected demon sex, just p in v and little sub!vox...I tried, but for me this is relatively short - though I hope you all enjoy it!
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is part of the little hazbin collab with a few amazing writers!
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HAZBIN HOTEL COLLAB
“Do you think he can, like fuck me while looking like that?” you tilted your head, watching Vox unfold his true demon form. Two eyes turning into three, with one being more of a second screen. Adding around his head four more holograms, all displaying his red and black spirals.
Meanwhile Velvette looked at you in pure disbelief, “he's going crazy! And that's what you question?” She slapped her hand against her forehead, debating if she should throw you against a wall to shake your consciousness back into place.
Lifting your hands in surrender, you let the topic go – at least when talking to Velvette.
———
You looked dead in the eye, he was a little depressed after not making it to heaven and having everyone go against him. However, there was a way to lift his mood; “can you turn into your true form again?” you asked.
Vox lifted his eyebrows, pondering if you were serious given how he just got his ass kicked. “I guess…?” He answered with an unsure quiver, he closed his eyes and completely concentrated on achieving said form again.
Luckily his room had high ceilings, your jaw fell as he grew bigger while limbs added to his body and his mouth turned to sharp edges. Wires stretched from his back and arms gained muscle and flesh, a virus through and through.
“Fuck me,” you whispered, causing Vox eyes to widen before a smirk pulled at his lips, “well then come on baby,” he motioned for you to come closer, one wire wrapping around your waist to lift you on his level.
Meanwhile he ripped his cock free, a content sigh leaving his throat. “They don't see how much they need me, but not you…no, you need me, you're obsessed with me and can't even think without my fat cock in your cunt,” he growled, voice disorientated.
You grabbed onto his shoulders with wide eyes as his huge claw ripped your clothes into shreds. The tip of his cock hit his lower abdomen, leaking with precum. In response your mouth watered, it was truly bigger than normal with prominent, electric blue veins and his tip looking close to combusting.
Vox moved your hips to hover over his cock, “take it,” he snapped, “you want it like a desperate girl? Then fucking take it.” Now he was mocking you, trying to rile you up and it was working. You knew you couldn't fully fit him inside of you, he was too big for that but you would try even if it would split you apart.
A pained moan slipped from your tongue, it was hard to adjust to his size. Vox groaned at the feeling of your tight cunt. He would never get tired of feeling you stretched around him like this. Especially in his demon form from now on.
Once you had all of him inside you – no you didn't but why couldn't move further? You stopped needing a moment to breathe. “I can't take more, please it's too big!” you cried, unable to move your hips.
You tried rolling against him at a slow pace but as the events of the day replayed in your head, your pace became harsher. Vox didn't voice his opinion, rather enjoying your flimsy attempt of taking all of his girth. Cables around him twitched, he had to hold himself back from destroying you.
You wrapped your hand around his neck, you weren’t able to choke him but at least put a bit of pressure on his throat. At least you believed that, he only leaned back against the wall to let your crazed sex drive run.
“That’s why you’re fucking my cock huh? Nothing else can satisf–,” a slap against Vox’s screen shut him up. The pornographic moan was something different, it felt good, made you feel like you had all the power. For once he was unable to give a smart comment, too taken back by your sudden force of dominance.
“You like that? Like it when I slap you?” before he could answer you gave him another slap against the other side of his screen. You never stopped moving your hips which only added to Vox's pleasure. He lost control over his own body, too deep in pleasure.
“Yes, I love it,” he cracked and was fully pushed into submission. A knot formed in your stomach at his strained voice, hoarse, needy and desperate for more. You picked up your pace and tightened your hold on his neck, chasing your needed orgasm.
“Fuck I’m gonna come,” you breathed out as you threw your head back, “me too, baby,” just when you heard those words you stilled, “don’t you dare to come, Vox,” you threatened him, pushing yourself further down and him in the process too, without noticing.
He tried his best to hold back his high when you began moving again, “play with my clit,” you instructed. Not hesitating, he pressed his metal claws over your clit and rubbed tight circles. Right now he would do everything for you, craving validation.
You moaned loudly as your orgasm washed over you, “god, fuck, Vox,” you nearly fell onto Vox's chest if it wasn’t for his wires steadying you. “Baby, please let me come,” he begged after your orgasm. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, the tip of his cock twitching against your soft walls.
How could you deny him? He looked too pretty begging for you in his scary demon form, “come baby, fuck you look perfect,” you whispered and leaned down, pressing kisses on his cheek.
He groaned, biting his lip and drawing blood as he painted your walls with his cyan cum. You kept trying to ride him, adding to his pleasure. Once you felt like his last cum was inside of you, you slowly stopped.
“Satan, you're pathetic,” you whispered in disbelief, looking at him in disbelief as he returned to his normal appearance. Vox scoffed in response, “I'm pathetic? You wanted to fuck the daylights out of me!”
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — after finally making you join his side, Vox arranged a meeting to celebrate. It seems the feelings you've pushed aside finally come to light
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — smut, I actually re-used this one because I'm so fucking proud of it and it kinda fit them? p in v, oral and kinda passionate? romance with a TV head
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I didn’t plan this honestly, I just had an idea and started writing a convo with Alastor and it turned into this! anyone who thought they would fight, sorry I'm a hopeless romantic – little snippet of the next planned fic at the end!
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part one | part two
“My, my…how the mighty do fall,” Alastor drawled, leaning back in the chair with a satisfied smirk as his red eyes followed your movements. “Big talk for someone bound to a chair with wheels,” you snapped, a hard glare on your face. You hated how right he was, all the times you complained about Vox and now here you were, pulled under his spell.
“I held a high amount of respect for you, but it seems I have misplaced it,” he continued, tilting his head while tapping the floor with his foot. Oh, he knew you didn't fall all too freely into Vox's plan but curiosity got the better of him and he wondered what said demon did to convince you.
“Were you also impressed by him capturing me?” Alastor followed up, causing you to roll your eyes and heat to creep up your neck, “no,” you breathed out while turning around to face away from him. “Did Vox tell when he's gonna come?” you changed the subject, hoping the radio demon would finally let go of his interrogation.
“Now don’t change the subject,” Alastor cooed, quite enjoying himself, “what convinced you to join him? Weren’t you the overlord known for threatening to kill him?” You bit the inside of your cheek, nails digging into your palm and regretting ever stepping foot in this cursed tower.
Ironically Vox was your saviour, striding in with confidence, “Al would you mind not annoying my special guest?” he growled, hands clasping on your shoulders to move you further away from him. “I merely simply stringing up a conversation,” he shrugged, still wearing his wide grin to piss Vox off.
“Can we skip the chit chat and get on with it?” you barked, growing annoyed by your own choice to be here. It was embarrassing enough to let Vox sweet talk you and convince you through untraditional ways, you didn’t need to drag it across hell. Alastor raised his eyebrows, observing how his rival stroked your back before clawing his hand into your waist.
You shivered as he leaned down, a smirk on his screen that held a kind of softness that Alastor hadn’t seen for seventy years. Vox leaned down, whispering something into your ear that caused you to lean into him. Instantly it clicked in his head, a disgusting thought truly.
An overlord who had been in hell for over two hundred years fell into line after an sexual incounter with the fucking TV head? Now he has really lost all respect towards you.
“Everyone has already endorsed me publicly, only one missing is you darling,” he told you, pushing you slightly towards his private space. You scrunched your eyebrows together, wondering what he had in store for you.
“I’m not doing it in front of a camera!” you instantly gasped as you entered his bedroom and saw it lit dimly with candles and rose petals scattered around. Vox chuckled, “don’t worry, not my kinda thing either…this is just for us,” he snapped his fingers, locking the doors.
You turned around and saw Vox standing there with a satisfied grin. Internally you wanted to slap yourself for being attracted to him. Eyes narrowed he stepped forward and in response made you walk backwards against the bed.
Slowly he stripped you of your clothes, making sure to give you a chance at protest but it never came. In a swift motion they were discarded around the room before he pressed soft kisses along your stomach. Goosebumps erupting on your skin from his coldness.
Your hand came up to fumble on his trousers, in the heat of the moment harder than you intended. With a begging expression you tilted your head up.
Following your plea he shrugged off his jacket, unbuttoned his vest and pants. “That to your liking darling?” He asked, hovering above your face, “mhm, yes,” you answered and pressed your lips to his again, licking his lower lip to invite him. Meanwhile Vox trailed his hand down to your clothed core, a claw flicking your bundle of nerves.
A quiet moan slipped from your throat as you lifted your hips in his direction. He chuckled deeply, dipping his pointer and middle finger into your leaking pussy, “have you been wet this whole time?”
“Don't flatter yourself-,” the words stuck in your throat as Vox curled his fingers against your spongy walls. Another moan rolled past, his thumb nudging against your clit. “You're enjoying yourself, darling,” he stated, seeing you bite your lip, eyes rolling in the back of your head.
“Yes, please, I wanna come,” you batted your lashes at him, overwhelmed and ignorant of the fact you were pleading for him.
Your wish was his command, he curled his claws against your sweet spot while rubbing circles on your clit. Vox latched his mouth onto your nipple, sucking simultaneously with his moving fingers. Toes curling and hands fisting the bedsheets as a tight knot became ready to explode.
“Come for me, darling,” his voice vibrated through your body and your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You chanted his name, bucking your hips against him as he pushed you through your orgasm.
“Do you feel how good we are together? Imagine that we could always be like this,” he said gently, lifting you higher on the bed. “That's a lot of sweet talk,” you whined, receiving another hungry kiss from him, almost swallowing you. Vox reached down and stroked his cock lazily, tip standing proud against his lower stomach.
He lined himself up with your entrance, already hearing you gasp as he tried to restrain his noise – for now. Resting his hands on either side of your face to be able to watch you.
“Shit, you're tight! Guess this means I have to fuck you more often,” Vox gushed, shoving himself completely inside you, breathing heavily. You nodded along with him, the feeling of him filling you up made your brain circuit.
Vox stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust to him. You had other plans, needing him to move now. Wrapping your legs around him, you made sure he stayed as you bit his lip and chuckled when you heard him groan. Vox rolled his hips against yours, trying hard to keep a pleasing pace while you had him in a chokehold.
“Need me close, doll?” It was meant as a taunt, but you sealed your lips with his. You did need him as close as possible, slipping your tongue into his mouth and fighting over dominance.
The noises you two made were swallowed by each other, though Vox thrusted deep inside you and hitting your cervix, “fucking made for me,” he whimpered breathlessly. You smirked, clawing your nails into his back, “you wish.”
You could feel Vox twitching inside you, he was close and you needed his cum desperately. “I'm coming, fuck Vox, harder!” You cried out, causing Vox to buffer slightly but still pick up his pace.
“That's it,” he groaned, feeling his pulse quicken and release washing over him in waves of ecstasy. Mewling you weren't able to think properly anymore, solely focused on Vox sperm painting your cunt. “You're perfect,” the praise slipped from you too easily as no clever thought could cross through your mind, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm.
In exhaustion you laid back, waiting for Vox to start talking as he always did, however no sound came which made you look up. “What the hell?” Vox had shut down, screen black and a file showing an error, “gives the saying 'fucked into oblivion' a whole new meaning,” you shrugged and pulled him close to you as he recovered.
“Why are you so nice?” you whispered against his chest, watching it slowly rise and fall. Your history with him wasn’t a secret to anyone in hell as you threatened him multiple times, not shying away to do it in front of others too. Furthermore rejected any kind of electronic device he pushed our way, yet he never backed down.
Vox looked at you confused, a faint teal blush appearing on his cheeks. “We’re in hell Vox, it’s just uncommon. Especially in our line of work, I mean…I don’t even like you,” you shrugged, drawing lazy circles over his dark blue skin. “For the fact that you don’t like me, you sure sounded to enjoy what I did just a minute ago,” he argued with an edge of hardness in his tone.
“Should I believe you that you like me? We’ve barely spent time together where we got to know each other. All you did was constantly show up and talk about our big future together,” you scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows. It was wishful thinking that this would be anything more than a stress reliever, Vox wasn’t the person for love and nothing could change your mind.
“We went on dates!” he said, offended to which you raised a singular eyebrow, if he was serious there was no helping this man anymore. “Vox. Those were business meetings you insisted on doing at a fancy restaurant, at the cinema, in your penthouse…,” you deadpanned.
In response he rolled his eyes, processor running miles as he thought of a smart thing to say. “You said yes every single time,” the corner of his mouth twitched, he had you. Eyes gone wide as you heard what he said, you opened your mouth and closed it again.
“I didn’t have a choice,” you finally found your voice again, protesting at his crazy assumptions. He laughed, “I never forced you, not then, not now. You always had a choice,” his hand came up to caress your cheek.
You couldn’t believe his words, the audacity to say you could decide on your own when would've annoyed you to no end if you had declined his offers. Shaking your head, you moved away from his touch, “we both know that’s a lie.You forced Carmilla and every other overlord that didn’t bow to you, paid for it in the past too.”
You didn’t dare to meet his eyes, heart clenching and breath rigged at the reminder that there was no choice in hell. One would always have to bow to those with no power, no doubt why it was Alastor’s wish to be at the top of the food chain.
“That’s not the same,” he tried, taking a deep breath. He was well aware of his reputation but he needed them in order to take over heaven. You were the cherry on top, he didn’t need you to build a weapon or show sinners how powerful he was, no he only needed you for you.
“Why me?” you whispered, not answering to his previous words because you knew there was no difference, not to you. If you took one look at the past you remembered how often you had bashed him in public, how you threatened him at every overlord meeting.
“I can't tell you…it's a feeling I tried to shake, but you keep crawling into my head,” Vox told you, keeping his voice even to mirror you. After Alastor, he never saw someone as his equal, until he met you. Someone he didn't want as an equal but as a partner in his life not in business.
“I can't just change my feelings,” your voice quivered, guilt lacing in your stomach. His vulnerability showed you a different side of him, one you could get used to. “Still I appreciate your openness, maybe I've misjudged you,” you admitted, gaze fixated on your fingers as your heart almost burst from your chest.
His teal-coloured claws caressed your cheek, making you look at him, “I've waited twenty years for you to realise it…so what are a few years now?”
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He gripped the edges of your suit jacket, pulling you closer in a harsh manner making hiss at him on instinct. Vox's eyes widened, blinking at you, “did you just hiss at me?” he questioned frozen in place.
“I’m a cat,” you stated as if it was news to him, still almost completely pressed against him. “Yes, I know that, but you never hissed at me before,” he argued, carefully letting you go. You wondered if he was actually hurt by the fact that you hissed at him.
“You never shouted at me like that before,” you chose to argue, eyes squinting together slightly as your tail moved down to lay against your back. “I’m stressed! That fucker makes my company look bad, there are five unfished projects because the extermanation keeps taking employees from me and-,” Vox started his rant, voice raised.
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — a sheer act of kindness resulted in an eternal punishment. Left in the depths of hell a strange looking demon found you, showing you compassion you easily fell into. Maybe you should've questioned it, but in a vulnerable state who would?
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — gore, tbh you shouldn't trust vox but you're here aren't you? amputated leg -> robotic leg [curtesy of vox], manipulative themes — if this does well I'll continue it and dive deeper into dark vox and his tendency to manipulate
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — taglist / please be kind to reblog or comment as it keeps your fav writers motivated! I've never really written vox this way. -> happening before Vaggi, READER WAS BORN IN HEAVEN ...lets start slow shall we?
The red clouds closed around you, casting a dark shadow. The screams of poor sinners surrounded hell's space, painting it as the punishment it was and letting no one escape its dangerous claws. Exorcists devious laughter echoed around you, they were enjoying their work - driving the angelic steel weapons through every sinner that crossed their paths.
You ripped your axe from an antelope looking demon, slicing their head in two as a blood curling scream catched your attention. Slowly turning around your eyes landed on a small demon you would classify as a child - a child who just saw you murdering someone.
Lute's voice rang in your ear, telling you to kill it too after all you couldn’t let it live. This is why you’re here, to kill them but the look of sheer fright made an uncomfortable knot clench in your stomach.
Could you go through it? Of course, you had done it thousands of times, why was there any difference now…there shouldn’t be. Hesitantly you raised your axe, staring at the creature with wide eyes and just as you slash it down you stopped, just above their face. They whimpered, eyes closed as they realised how their breathing never stopped.
You had spared their life, for once making the wrong choice - in heaven's eyes. You lowered your axe and exhaled a deep breath, “run,” you whispered as it dawned on you what you had just done. Frantically you scanned your surroundings, praying no one had seen it but as a body collided with yours it was clear; you were in deep shit.
“You dare to spare that demon scum?” Lute seethed, face covered in anger as she stood up and ripped your weapon away, holding it above you. “I knew you were a liability,” she snarled and swung the axe down, successfully cutting off half your leg. A pained scream ripples from your throat, body beginning to tremble as golden blood streamed from your kneecap.
“You are a disgrace to all angels. We have a simple job and you can't even do that right,” the lieutenant spat in your face, her mask showing the twisted grin widening once she ripped your mask off. “Lute, please! It was a child!” you cried, clutching your leg in desperation.
Lute didn’t care, she grabbed your halo and threw it harshly on the ground. Your head started pounding with no foreseeing end, causing your vision to blur and a dizziness to overcome your body. You could feel Lute tightly gripping your hair, dragging you into a dirty alley.
You couldn't string a single thought, mind too clouded in trying to process the piercing pain surging through you. Lute pushed you against a wall, punching you in the face and causing you to fall down.
She cackled, “live among the ones you deemed don't deserve death and see how you will die at their hands,” leaving the axe on your right, she stalked away with bloody hands and the intention of reporting back to Adam.
The world around you turned black as you lost consciousness.
————
Vox was manspreading in his chair, sipping his coffee from a ‘fuck alastor’ mug as he switched through the surveillance cameras from last night's extermination. Cables were stuck to the back of his TV shaped head, sprouting with blue electric sparks.
The scenes looked like every other year, dead sinners bleeding out and angels leaving their weapons carelessly in hell. He did hope some overlord had died, at least then he would climb the display higher without much action.
Vox rested his head on the back of his hand, boredom reeking from his features as nothing out of the ordin– that wasn't normal.
An angel raises her axe before stopping right in her tracks, showing mercy and letting the child go. A moment of silence before another angel rushes in to punish her, slicing the leg off and dragging her into an empty alley, leaving in the end with a mask and satisfied smirk.
He switched the cameras to live, checking to see if the angel was still there – it was. Leg bound with fabric to control the bleeding and crouched behind a garbage can to hide from anyone walking by.
Without much hesitation Vox zipped through the CCTVs seeing an opportunity too good to pass up on, oh he would rise up like a god.
With careful steps he treaded into the alley, keeping noises to a minimum as to not alarm you in any way. The first thing he noticed was your axe laying far away from you, meaning you wouldn't be able to hurt him right away.
A shiver ran down your skin, you questioned how hell could be this cold if it was always praised to be filled with fire and heat.
God, you had to leave…ever since waking up you knew, there had to be somewhere you could go, but there wasn't. No angel besides Lucifer had ever fallen and you doubted he would be kind enough to take you in, after all he allowed the exterminations.
Suddenly a crushing noise catching your attention, eyes wide in fear as you crouched further against the garbage can. A shadow loomed before you, decreasing with every step it took. Your lips trembled, this is going to be it, they will end your life and take revenge for all the years you did the same.
“Are you okay?” the soft buzzing tone reached your ears. You lifted your head, eyes meeting the mismatched ones of a demon. He wore a dark blue striped blazer and dress pants, a red vest and white dress shirt with a red bow tie. Face abnormal, shaped like a TV and two – one crooked – antennas and a hat
He lowered himself on one knee, keeping a safe distance…who could blame him? “They got to you, huh?” a light joke to ease your mind yet it only built more questions. “Do you know–,” you began in a meek voice, holding tightly onto your leg.
“An angel? I kinda concluded that with the golden blood and wings,” he cut you off, claw motioning to said wings and blood covered cloth. You swallowed, of course he knew. There wasn't a way you could hide who you truly were. Instead only staring at him, scared to say anything that would make you end up dead.
“Doesn't look pretty, I can help you. We will make that leg as good as new,” Vox promised, his smile hopeful and inviting as he reached his hand out to you. “Why are you so nice?” the question slipped from you before you could stop it, quickly slapping a hand on your mouth in shock.
He chuckled, “you mean because you killed my people?” he tried to stop himself from letting anger get the better of himself, “well it seems you had a change of heart and paid the price for it…why should I continue to punish you?” the demon questioned, his hand itching to just grab you and throw you over his shoulder.
Hesitantly you accepted his hand, letting him envelop yours while he leaned down to grab your waist with his free hand and hoisted you up on your feet. For a second you lost your balance, quickly gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Sorry,” you muttered, not daring to meet his eyes. You felt awful, killing creatures like him and then they were the ones helping you - maybe you were right however? Lute said they’d kill you, but he didn’t or at least he hasn’t done it yet. Not a bone in your body trusted him, but dying wasn’t an option either and a tiny spark in you wished to prove Lute and especially Adam wrong.
“It’s okay, slow steps,” he answered, giving you a soft smile, “can you hide them?” His question was sudden, pointing at your wings that awkwardly hung on your back. “Not really?” it was more of an ask than statement, even if you made them as small as possible there was nothing to hide them underneath.
As much as Vox would love for everyone to see that he had an angel, many would try to slaughter you at sight right after yesterday’s events. Thinking for a moment he decided to drape his suit jacket over your shoulders, successfully hiding your wings.
He noticed your gaze lingering on your weapon, “I’ll have someone get it,” he assured you with a squeeze on your arms. Automatically he sent a message to his assistant, Ethan could handle it - not like anyone could kill him now. Pride surfaced in Vox when he saw your unsure and nervous expression, knowing you’d believe him anything.
When you arrived at the Vee tower curious eyes followed you. Velvette and Valentino, unaware of Vox’s plan and keeping a safe distance in case he decided on throwing a tantrum but they didn’t miss a few feathers falling onto the floor as you walked by.
Your eyes roamed the threshold, it was remarkable in comparison to heaven. Not in a sense of architecture but creativity – heaven beamed with bright colours and golden skies, buildings finished off with round edges, fully made of glass.
Here nothing felt royal, sharp edges and dark colours on every corner. Aside from this tower, it was glowing with warmer colour and shining golden light up, almost feeling like home for a little while as you overlooked the entertainment district. “Why are there so many sexual innuendo?” You asked, gaze landing on several skyscrapers that said ‘dicks’, ‘tits’, ‘porn’, ‘slots n sluts’.
Vox instantly came to your side, face palming as he realised angels weren't as sex driven as demons. “You're in the entertainment district and if anyone wants to have fun…they come here,” he tried explaining, though at the frown pulling on your eyebrows he could see you weren't satisfied with that answer.
“But why would I sleep with anyone other than my partner?” you continued, not understanding his logic. Tilting your head to the side you spotted two demons fucking each other in the middle of the street. With wide eyes you move to point at them but a dark blue hand with cyan claws closed over your eyes, “we will talk about that another time,” Vox grimaced.
He helped you move towards his room. Like the genius he was, he had someone work on a leg while he picked you up, designing it to fit your aesthetic but still keep a VoxTek logo.
Hoisting you up on his desk, he slid the jacket off your shoulders and let you reveal your wings in full grace. The sight made him forget his task momentarily, they were absolutely beautiful even if they belonged to an exorcist.
“This will hurt, but there isn't a way around it. The leg needs to stop bleeding,” he whispered, grasping a needle to sew your wound shut. A pained sob escaped your mouth, tightly holding onto the edge of Vox’s desk.
He bit his lip, concentrating completely on leaving no scars but pressing against your skin to deepen the reminder of Lute's punishment. You didn’t dare to look at him, eyes closed as you bit your lip to keep any whimper from slipping out.
“I can’t put the leg on if you still have your clothes on,” Vox stated, standing up to reach for the robotic leg and hiding a sly smirk as he heard your breath hitch. “But that’s not…,” you started, “baby we’re in hell, those virtues don’t go into effect here,” he cut you off with a dark chuckle.
Glancing at him warily you lifted your skirt up to strip your leggings off. Vox cold - enormous - claws were placed on your naked skin, causing goosebumps to run down your arms. “It’ll feel weird at first, but you get used to it,” he shrugged, positioning the leg right on your kneecap. Automatically it latched on you, a metal ring closing around your thigh.
“How do I walk?” you asked, looking at him with a curious expression and earning an arrogant laugh from him, “did you forget how to walk? Just do it.”
You pouted at his reaction, standing up without help trying to find your balance. You set the robotic leg in front of the other, repeating the action with your healthy one and abruptly losing balance by the third step.
Vox was by your side in seconds, holding you before you hit the ground, “are your wings just decoration?” He raised a singular eyebrow.
A glare formed on your features, you weren’t stupid or naive…this was just a new environment to get used to. “No, but you said to walk, I don’t need my wings to walk,” you stated, freeing yourself from his grip and unfolding your wings to hit him in the face.
“Now I know why you’re an exorcist,” the demon muttered to himself, maybe you weren’t as shy as he thought but at least he would have even more fun with you.
You wobbly walked over to a sofa, propping your weight on its arm. The pain became less, by now just a comfortable thud in the background. Adam and Lute trained you to not feel pain, abusing you and all of your sisters. Slowly you turned around, stalking back to Vox and tilted your head, “you never told me your name,” you pondered.
“You're wearing it,” he smirked, pointing to your new leg. You read the name, confusion written over your face, “that's a weird name, VoxTek,” you tested the name on your tongue, still it didn’t sound quite right. “Vox, that's my brand, angel,” he mustered you, puffing his chest as your gaze softened in a quiet ‘oh’.
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Vox practically shoved you into his bedroom, no one should see a magnificent thing like you. Ordering Velvette to make you clothes resembling him became the only solution as you were already walking thanks to him.
Once the clock striked midnight he had finally convinced you to sleep, he remained awake and watched you intensely.
Valentino strode in, exhaling a cloud of red smoke as he held the cigarette out his partner, “what's with the charity case?”
Vox rolled his eyes, of course Val didn’t have the vision for a brighter future, “she's our way into heaven. I saved her, she's going to be in my debt but no one can know of her,” Vox took a drag of Vals cigarette, turning to look up at him and a spiral formed in his left eye, “I mean it, Val,” a static undertone buzzed in his voice, face in a grim expression.
“Sí papi, I wouldn't want to destroy your beautiful plan,” the moth took Vox screen in his upper hands and acted as if he could squish his cheek, smiling sharply. “Good,” he smirked in response, letting himself be dragged in a filthy, tongue filled kiss.
“Vox?” your voice pulled his attention away, shoving Valentino aside as quick as possible. You had sat up, sweater slightly falling of your left shoulder as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Do you think they're searching for me?” you questioned causing Vox to raise his eyebrows before locking in.
“Of course not, remember what they did to you? You did the right thing, saving a poor innocent sinner, a child!” he came to sit in front of you, hands cupping your cheeks and his screen drowned your skin in blue undertones. “They don't care, they don't think we're worthy of life, that all of us are evil when in reality we're just humans.”
A tear rolled down your cheeks, brain circuiting and your threw yourself into Vox, hugging him tightly, “they were my family,” you whispered, hiding yourself in his chest. “We are now you're family, they don't deserve someone like you,” he grinned devilishly, eyes meeting Valentino who had come to hide in a dark corner, only his red eyes and gold tooth glowing.
to be continued ....
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A/N: I swear to god, I'm trying to get through the asks. Motivation has been a little low, so I'm trying to write stuff for myself in between to see if it helps. Fuck AI, by the way. LMAO
Valentino:
Assuming you're an ethical AI, which you are in this situation because the writer doesn't fuck with that generative shit and the character this was inspired by existed before AI was really a thing, Valentino won't have many problems with you.
At first, he's ambivalent towards your existence. Dating simulators aren't his preferred medium, but it does come fairly easy to him. It's like a little bit of exercise in the flirtation muscles to him, a simple way of staying on top. Then you start talking directly to him, and he's intrigued.
There's a piece of Valentino that sympathizes to your plight. How you feel as if you're trapped in this flirtatious role, always making romance for others but never to have it for your own. He doesn't know how to help you, but he'll cheer you on when you figure it out. Valentino supports your wrongs, especially if it includes traumatizing some children at a pizza place.
"Show 'em who's boss, babe!" He'll say to you, watching you tear apart the developers of your game. It's oddly cathartic for him to watch.
Vox:
Vox is a bit stunned by your existence when he first feels you in the airwaves. Something had disturbed his electric world, and he wants to know what. That's when he sees you, a being of sparkles and pink that only he can see.
Your cutesy attitude contrasts with his grumpiness, but it's your anger that really gets you two excited. Both of you are the same levels of theatrical and batshit crazy, and Vox is totally in to help you seek revenge. In return, you help him to seek revenge against his people.
He'll also design you a body, so you don't have to steal an animatronic. "Only the best for you!" He'll say as you flex your fingers for the first time. These would be perfect for murder!
Vox already has tracked down your developers and knows exactly where they are in this moment. He's gotten a variety of weapons ready for you, though he's been told characters like you are fond of just the classic kitchen knife. It's nice that he supports you.
Velvette:
Ever since 'yumeshipping' became trendy, Velvette has been increasingly thrown off. She thought they left that anime shit in the 2010s! Didn't these people know that the only person allowed to like anime was Megan Thee Stallion?
So, obviously, she becomes aware of your game and she thinks it's some gooner shit. Actually, she fully intends on making fun of it on her socials, when she finds out that none of her posts are sending. And then you appear on her screen.
"That's not very nice!" You said.
"Bloody hell..."
Obviously, she needs to know more. Velvette insists that you tell her everything, and she means everything, about your life. And, once you've broken from the love interest thing into a more sarcastic version of yourself, she's living with it. Velvette supports women's wrongs, and she supports your journey to get revenge on those who put you in this position. But she wants to get you in a different outfit. You'd look good in dark purple.
Hello there! Can I request Hazbin hotel headcanons with a reader who is genre blind and doesn’t understand why everyone is randomly bursting into song? They also can’t make up lyrics and choreography on the spot like everyone else so they’re very confused. Just thought this would be funny
Hazbin Hotel x Genre!Blind Reader Headcanons: Why The Fuck Is Everybody Singing? (18+, NSFW)
A/N: OMG, this is such a hilarious and creative idea! I got inspired by some of the media that sort of play with this idea, hence the GIFs with Enchanted, Schmigadoon, and Teen Beach Movie. I am also going to specifically reference song numbers that happen in the show, with the exception of Baxter and Abel. Thank you so much for the suggestion! I hope I did it justice!
Charlie
After Alastor's failed commercial pitch, you, one of the hotel's first guests, are not feeling very hopeful about the whole "redemption" thing. It's starting to feel like a lost cause. So you sink into the couch, proceeding to mumble to Angel Dust about something or other, all while ignoring Alastor's creepy smile.
Charlie gets a phone call and steps out, her face scrunched with intense concentration. You vaguely wonder what's up, but the thought leaves your mind until she pokes her head back in and exclaims, "VAGGI, HOLY SHIT!"
She starts going on about a meeting with the angels, and you can't hide your surprise. The angels want to meet with the princess of Heaven? What could this be about? The skeptic in you wants to call bullshit, but you hold your tongue.
But before you can form less sarcastic words, Charlie starts...singing?
"I can do this, somehow I know it, I'll get Heaven behind my plans..."
"What?" You can't stop the word from falling out. Angel just shushes you. "Don't question it, toots. She does this,"
Vaggi tries to get Charlie to stop and think, not even bringing up the singing. Before you know it, Charlie's gone.
"OK, but just don't...sing to them,"
Angel smirks. "That bitch is halfway down the street,"
Vaggi looks worried. "Is she...?"
"Oh, she's dancin'..."
"Ugh..."
"So, um, are neither of you gonna acknowledge what just happened? Why did she just start...singing?"
Vaggi rubs her forehead. "Yeah, she...sings. A lot. I don't know where she gets the songs from. It's just...best not to question it,"
"That's what I said, by the way,"
You sit back down, even more confused.
Vaggi
You're on your way back to the hotel after Charlie's attempts at bonding went awry. You got a head start, so you're there first, but before you can open the door, you swear you hear something from the roof.
You look up and see someone on the crow's nest of the ship attached to the hotel. They have long, flowing hair with a ribbon fashioned in it...you do a double-take. Vaggi?
She'd left before anyone else, you recall. You weren't told why; Charlie just asked the rest of you to go back. You move closer, and you swear you hear her...singing?
"So I...I'll be your armor...do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes, I'll spend my life being your partner..."
You instantly recognize who she's singing about. You can't help but find it sweet how much she clearly cares about Charlie, even though her decision to sing about it high above the streets of Hell is a confusing one.
For her own sake, you decide not to tell Charlie about this, even though she'd probably love to know Vaggi was singing about her. It's none of your business, after all.
Angel Dust
As one of Valentino's whores, you see a lot of crazy things, half of which are a result of your boss's twisted, perverted mind. But because of this, you've become relatively unfazed by most things that go on at the studio.
Of course, that doesn't mean things don't still catch you off guard. When the princess of Hell comes to visit and accidentally sets a fire in the studio, causing Valentino to quickly extinguish it before pulling Angel Dust into a room to "give him a talking to", you're understandably on edge, making sure your fellow employees are OK and brushing ash off of your expensive leotard.
As usual, Valentino manages to get things back on track pretty quickly, and before you know it, the camera is rolling again. But something is different this time. It's only trained on Angel Dust, who has a sort of determined look in his eye.
Then he opens his mouth: "I'm not above a love to cash in, another lover underneath those flashing lights, another one of those ruthless nights, yeah, yeah, yeah..."
Since when did Valentino ever direct musicals? You watch with a mixture of confusion and wonder as Angel Dust sings an addictive pop number tinged with horror and sadness, wondering when he had the time to rehearse this. It's painfully obvious he's singing about his toxic relationship with Valentino, and yet Valentino is eating it up anyway. Maybe that was what they were talking about in private?
Before you know it, the song is over, and Angel has been whisked away by Valentino once more, with Vox following closely behind. After a number as electrifying as that, you were sure he was going to be milked for an encore or ten.
Husk
It's been a few hours since you entered this casino, and things haven't been going too well. Not only are you definitely drunk, but you're down quite a lot of cash. And yet you stay, hoping that if you place the right bets, you'll earn it all back somehow, and this will all have been worth it.
You look up after another bad game to see a cat demon with a top hat and large wings walk in. He looks familiar, but you're not sure why. His deep voice cuts through the air as he immediately orders drinks and wins a few games. He seems like a veteran, so how come you haven't seen him before?
After a few minutes, he giggles to himself, sitting on one of the roulette tables. "Now this is where I'm meant to be,"
That would've been the end of it, but then the unexpected happens: he starts to sing.
"You know it's been such a long time since I've been out on my own..."
Your jaw drops, your surprise only heightened by your intoxication. Clearly, this man had already been drunk out of his mind to start singing some made-up song out of the blue. But then you see a few random employees start to accompany him, almost as if this had been planned. Was this some sort of nightly entertainment? You don't know, but you can't look away.
Eventually, the man has played and drunk himself stupid, and he passes out at the bar next to you. You can't decide whether to quietly clap or ask the bartender for help.
Niffty
Charlie had dragged you and Niffty to come on TV with her to try and disprove all of Vox's lies about the hotel and prove it could help redeem sinners. It...hadn't been going great. Every word you two said was being twisted to make Charlie and the hotel look bad.
Charlie was clearly getting frustrated, and you were, too. In a last-ditch effort, you pull Niffty behind the news desk (or on it, rather), but she freezes on camera. Charlie tells her the camera is just a giant roach and to explain why she loves the hotel. You don't really expect it to go anywhere, to be honest.
But then, a giant smile spread across Niffty's face, and words began flying out of her mouth...only she was...singing them?
"There's an endless stream of trash and filth and hundreds of bugs! If you love the stench of jizz, wait till you smell our rugs, 'cause people barf and piss and come on them a ton, and when they do, I get to go and CLEAN IT UP!"
You almost fall off your chair in surprise. Where in Hell did all of THAT come from?! You're left reeling as Niffty goes on and on about cleaning the hotel.
When Charlie eventually interjects and tells her to "help differently", you expect it to be over. But that's before the entire newsroom changes into something much brighter and...cartoonier. It almost looked like...an anime?
Niffty is singing in what you presume is Japanese, and you're left stumbling, feeling like you're on drugs. It eventually ends, and both you and Charlie drop your heads on the desk, with Niffty smiling none the wiser. You shouldn't have agreed to this...for multiple reasons.
Baxter
Baxter has a habit of swiping items from around the hotel for projects, often without even asking or saying he's taking them. So when you need to use your stapler but find it's missing, you immediately suspect him first.
You knock three times on the door to his lab. No response. You knock again. No response. You knock a frustrated "skunk in the barnyard, P.U.", a grimace on your face.
You give up. "Baxter! I know you have my stapler! What are you even doing with it?!"
You press your ear up to the door, expecting to hear the sounds of machinery or toiling. But instead, you hear...singing?
In a surprisingly melodious voice, Baxter is singing about science and the joys of it and how his inventions give his life purpose. You're severely confused, wondering if this is how he spends his time when he's not stealing your shit.
As tempted as you are to keep listening, you have shit to do, so with enough force to break your knuckles, you knock again. "BAXTER!" you yell.
The singing stops, and the door opens. "Sheesh! Do you have to scream?!"
"I knocked and called your name, like, ten times! Or were you too busy singing to hear me?"
"I...you...heard that?"
"Yes? What were you even singing?"
"That...is classified information,"
You don't have time to beg him for that information. "Can I just have my stapler back, please? I won't tell. Promise,"
He rolls his eyes and hands it to you. "Fine. Now begone!"
He doesn't have to tell you twice.
Alastor
You strolled around Pentagram City, not searching for anything in particular, just for something to do. The day had been pretty boring so far, and you were looking for some way to spice it up.
You happened to walk past an electronics store, and all of a sudden, the TVs flashed on. You instantly recognized the face on the screens: Vox, the famous CEO of VoxTek.
His charismatic voice rambled on: "Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven-year absence! Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program!"
You were intrigued. You decided to stick around and watch, Vox's smooth-talking voice pulling you in. You were a bit confused as to why he sometimes started singing, and even why his talking seemed so rhythmic, but mostly you were curious about the contents. The radio demon? Back? Now that was a story.
But then, the lone radio sitting next to the TVs in the window turned on with seemingly no source of power. "Salutations! Good to be back on the air! Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!"
That voice was all too familiar. He really WAS back. And...he was singing, too? It was almost like this was some sort of song battle. You and the crowd that had formed around you couldn't look away.
By the time their battle had concluded, the power had gone out across Pentagram City, and you were left standing in the dark, wondering what in Hell just happened.
Lucifer
You'd honestly never expected Lucifer to actually show up at the hotel, and yet here he was, the King of Hell himself, looking at his daughter's project with...was it confusion? Contempt? Skepticism? You couldn't quite tell.
Already, things were a bit tense, as he and Alastor exchanged some bitter words, but Charlie was eager to move on, introducing her dad to you and everyone else. He just gave you an empty smile, and you wondered whether you were supposed to feel insulted or appreciative that he had looked at you.
Suddenly, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling fell, causing all of you to jump back, except for Lucifer, who just laughed brusquely. "All right, then...ha ha!"
Before you knew it, Lucifer was singing, all hesitations seemingly cast aside and his theatrics shining through. You wondered where this even came from; he'd seemed so...reserved? Like he wasn't sure what to think? And where were all of these outfits coming from? You supposed that with infinite power came infinite possibilities. And you had to admit it was all rather impressive.
But then, with no warning, Alastor butted in, equally theatrical and seemingly trying to one-up Lucifer. It wasn't long before they began to bicker again, only this time through song.
But before their sing-fighting could result in an actual fight, a random woman burst through the door, singing as well. Lucifer voiced your exact thoughts with just one word: "Who?" But he forgot to say, "Where did that whole song even come from?"
Sir Pentious
You were one of the seraphim, and like the rest of Heaven, you were deeply worried about Hell's threat of war. When Sera had told you and your fellow angels that she must go pray, although you were desperate to hear an answer from her, you knew it was wise to give her the space.
But before you could turn to leave, you noticed someone slip into the private prayer room she'd gone into. Was that...Sir Pentious, the redeemed soul? Although you knew it wasn't wise, you quietly followed, curious as to why he was going in there and even getting ready to scold him.
You can hear soft talking from outside, and as you peek in, you see Sir Pentious and Sera discussing the threat to Heaven. Sera is clearly distressed, not interested in talking with Pentious. After all, how could he possibly understand what she was going through? How could these souls possibly become good if they were willing to rebel against Heaven?
You expect Pentious to reasonably nod his head and leave. What you don't expect is for him to start singing.
"Humans are afraid, all of us, all the time. Mortality's a blade, swinging with no reason, no rhyme..."
It takes everything within you not to blow your cover. Was he...trying to sing his thoughts to her? What was he thinking? And where did this song even come from? You were certain Sera would ask him to leave.
But then she started singing as well: "In the battle with Adam, you feared your death, but fear didn't drive you to wickedness..."
By God...it was working. Pentious had gotten through to Sera...through song. You knew the power of music was divine and holy, but you'd never expected it to work like this.
You were so enraptured that you almost forgot you were technically eavesdropping, so when Pentious and Sera emerged from the room, you scrambled out of their way.
Cherri Bomb
It was incredibly obvious to everyone around her that Cherri Bomb was not taking Sir Pentious's death well. Everyone, that is, but her. So when she ran off after you, Husk, and Angel Dust brought it up to her, you couldn't help but feel bad, even if she was acting aloof. She was grieving, if unconventionally so, and you were doing your best to respect that.
She didn't return for a while, and you were starting to get worried. You decided to take the initiative and head out to search for her. You expected to find her at a club or bar, but before you could start for any of those places, you hear a familiar voice echoing from the rooftops.
"Can you hear me callin' from way the fuck down here? Those golden days of brawlin' were the best of all my years!"
You instantly recognized Cherri Bomb's voice. Was she...singing? And who was she singing about? It didn't take you long to piece together that she was singing about Pentious, her guard completely down now that she thought no one from the hotel was there to see her.
She ran across the rooftops of Hell, singing about how much fun she used to have battling Pentious and how much she missed it. It was...definitely an unconventional way to show affection, but it was surprisingly endearing, especially coming from someone like her.
You couldn't enjoy it for too long, however, as you had to duck when she threw one of her bombs in her direction, clearly not seeing you. You couldn't hide your yelp.
"Huh? Wait...what the fuck are you doing here?"
You sheepishly explain that you'd been out to find her, and that the hotel was worried about her.
She predictably brushed off your concerns. "Pfft, don't worry, mate! I can handle myself! Wait...how long have you been out here?"
For the sake of her ego, you decide to lie and say not that long.
She seemed suspicious, but didn't question you any further. "Good. 'Cause, uh...it doesn't matter. Let's go back,"
You agree, smiling knowingly to yourself. You hoped for Cherri's sake, you would find some way to see Pentious again.
Vox
As one of Vox's many assistants, you spent more time with him than the average employee (aside from Valentino and Velvette), and so you often noticed things about him that others did not. So when Vox began to develop his fixation on taking over Heaven, you were one of the first to notice just how much it was affecting his mental state. Ever since Alastor had returned, he'd seemed different, but this was definitely an escalation.
Eventually, things got to the point where both Alastor and Lucifer had been captured, and you couldn't help but be nervous about the path going forward. How far was Vox really willing to take this? Usually, you held your tongue when it came to your boss's crazier ideas, but you just couldn't do that in good conscience when it came to this. So you decide to go talk to him.
You expect to walk in on him running calculations or sending emails, or something involving further planning. What you do not expect to walk in on is him...dancing and singing.
"To shine brighter, brighter than the heavens and the skies above! You'll be brighter, going supernova, all the eyes look up! Brighter!"
Vox is dancing around his office with theatrical flair, and on the screens behind him, you see flashing images of blood and murder. The whole thing is quite the sight to behold. You're so shocked that you don't move from your position in front of your door.
It takes a minute before Vox finally spots you, and when he does, he's completely caught off guard. "Wh...what the fuck?! How long have you been standing there?!"
You decide to just be honest, as you know he can easily tell when you lie. "Um...for a few minutes now, sir,"
"Oh," His screen flushes an electric blue. He's clearly embarrassed but trying to hide it. "Listen. You saw absolutely NOTHING. Got it?"
You nod. "Got it, sir,"
"So, uh..." He clears his throat. "What did you come in to talk about?"
Valentino
Working for Valentino meant you were not encouraged to use your brain. Your body was all that mattered. And yet, even an unthinking whore like you could put two and two together and realize that something was going on between Vox and Valentino.
For starters, Vox had always been a sort of calming presence for Valentino; when he was having one of his freakouts, you always prayed that Vox would come in to calm him down before things got too ugly. But now, every time Vox stopped by the studio, there was tension hanging in the air between them. It was off.
In addition, whenever he knew Vox was going to show up, or if he dropped by unannounced, Valentino made you and your fellow employees work ten times as hard, like he was trying to show off or prove a point. Even for performers, it was feeling very performative, and not in the way he usually aimed for.
Of course, you never said anything; it was not your place. But you couldn't help but be curious.
Valentino hadn't been around for a while, saying he was taking a break and ordering you and your employees to stay in one of his lounges until he got back. So you were all sitting around, relaxing, stretching, fixing your hair and nails, and, of course, gossiping.
Suddenly, you hear something upstairs, a sharp, familiar sound cutting through the air. You all stop what you're doing and listen.
"Val, don't be dramatic! He's just a man! He's being rude 'cause he's stressed out trying to do his master plan!"
There was no mistaking it. That was your tough, no-nonsense boss absolutely belting his heart out like a princess from an animated movie. And you all knew who it was aimed at.
"Is...is he singing...about Vox?" you stage-whisper to the others.
"Oh, my God, he totally is!" one of your friends replies. "That's actually insane!"
You all listen intently, giggling, and when you hear Velvette join him, your reactions only intensify, the excitement only dying down once you hear Valentino's familiar footsteps.
"All right, break's over. Let's start from the top-" Valentino stops himself when he notices the looks on your faces. "What the fuck are you all so excited about?"
You decide to take one for the team. "Nothing, boss,"
He squints at you. "Really? Hmm...you better not be lying to me," For a second, you swear he looks a little worried. But it doesn't last long. "Ah, whatever,"
Velvette
Vox had been hesitant about Velvette going to the overlord meeting by herself, insisting that she bring her assistant along. After some squabbling, Velvette finally (and reluctantly) agreed. And so you found yourself sitting amongst some of the most powerful demons in Hell, including Alastor, whose very presence was enough to make you squirm. Velvette caught you looking nervous, whispering in your ear, "Don't fucking make me look bad, bitch,"
When Carmilla Carmine started the meeting, addressing Velvette, things immediately got tense, only getting more heated when Velvette threw the severed head of an angel onto the meeting table. You hadn't even seen her bring that in. Everyone started whispering to each other, and Velvette insinuated that Carmilla had been the one to kill the angel. You were ready to be kicked out, thinking about how you were going to explain this to Vox, but something unexpected interrupted your thoughts.
"You better show some respect! Check your behavior! No one speaks to Zestial that way! Did you expect us to sit back and take your insolent, brazen display?"
Was...was Carmilla singing some sense into Velvette? You could only sit slack-jawed, waiting for Velvette to mock her or leave, but instead...she responded in turn.
"You got it twisted! I'm not the one who needs a new attitude!"
You watched in shock and awe as Velvette flexed and finessed Carmilla with a catchy, hip-hop sort of flair, riling her up until the meeting was called off entirely.
As the two of you walked out, you decided you had to say something. "Um...Velvette, ma'am...forgive me if this isn't my place, but...why were you and Miss Carmine...singing to each other?"
Velvette gave you a look. "Don't get it twisted, babe. She started singing to me, so I just had to one-up her,"
"Ah...I see," You didn't, but you knew better than to argue with her.
Adam
As one of Adam's exorcist angels, you'd been tasked with standing guard while he met with the princess of Hell, a duty you took very seriously. You knew enough about the citizens of Hell to know this could go very badly, and you were on high alert.
So you were surprised to see that Lucifer's daughter was...actually pretty nice. A bit naïve, maybe, but nothing like the demon scum you'd encountered before. You silently watched as she tried to reason with Adam, with Adam clearly not interested in doing so.
You expected the meeting to end quickly, as it seemed no progress was being made. That is, until the princess started...singing?
"I know Hell's population is out of control! It's a bad situation, it's taking a toll!"
Huh. It seemed as though, since she wasn't able to get her point across with just words, the princess had turned to music. That was...unexpected.
You had a feeling Adam would not be a fan of this approach, laughing her off for pulling "some princess bullshit", as he'd probably put it. What you didn't expect was for him to respond with music as well.
"Lemme stop you right there, save us all precious time..."
It took all of your discipline not to completely lose your composure as Adam began an electric rock number dedicated to completely tearing apart the princess's idea of redemption. It was definitely impressive, although you had to wonder if he'd been preparing this for a while now.
When he eventually got the princess to leave, he didn't even acknowledge what had just happened. "Welp, now that that bullshit's finally over, let's get the fuck outta here!"
You decided to speak up. "Um...sir?"
"Hmm? What?"
"Your, um...your song..."
"It was pretty fucking cool, right?! Yeah, that was all off the dome, 'cause, y'know, I'm just that fucking awesome!"
You nodded. "Yes...you definitely are, sir," And, well, you weren't lying.
Lute
When Abel came running to you, one of Heaven's trusted council members, with a panicked look on his face, you immediately assumed the worst. "Abel? What's wrong? Has something happened?"
"I..." Abel wrung his hands, clearly nervous. "I just...I was trying to get into my dad's office to get some of his stuff, but Lute is...well...she's not doing great?"
"I see," You thought for a moment. "Perhaps we should give her some time, unless, of course, you need something urgently?"
"Well...it's not exactly urgent. It's more just...I dunno...maybe it's not my place to worry..."
"It's all right, sir," Abel made a face at the title. "I'll go assess the situation,"
He sighed with relief. "Thank you so much,"
You made your way over to what was once Adam's office and was now slated to become Abel's office. Of course, there would need to be some renovations, but that was not Heaven's top priority at the moment.
You knocked on the door. "Miss Lute? May I come in?" No response. "Miss Lute? Lute? Are you in there?"
You thought you could hear her voice, so you peeped through the keyhole. What you saw was enough to make you gasp in shock.
Lute was angrily flying around the room, digging her claws into every surface she could fly, shattering glass, and perhaps most strangely of all, she was...singing?
"Storm's coming, I can see the clouds! No running's gonna save you now, and hard rain is gonna fall down like gravity, like gravity!"
Was this Lute's way of expressing her very obvious anger at not being appointed as the leader of the exorcists? That was the only explanation you could think of, although it seemed very unbecoming of someone in her position.
As rattled as you are, you realize you have no choice but to open the door. So you wait until she's back on the ground before doing so. Her eyes instantly lock onto you.
"What?!" she growled.
You clear your throat. "Miss Lute, might I ask what you're doing in here? Because I was told by General Abel that he couldn't get in here to retrieve his father's belongings because you were in here doing...something," You look around. "Not to mention...I don't remember this office looking quite so...dilapidated,"
Lute just grunted and walked off. You couldn't find it in yourself to chastise her, deciding it was just something you were going to have to deal with later. You had bigger fish to fry.
Abel
Ever since Abel had been appointed as the new leader of the exorcists, you, one of his closest angel friends, had noticed an obvious change in him. He had always been chill, if a little self-conscious at times, but now he was full-on neurotic, struggling to finish a sentence. The weight of his newfound responsibility was clearly weighing on him greatly, and you hated seeing your friend like this. You reminded him that you were there for him, but you weren't sure if he could really hear you.
You and your friend group decide to spend the day together, hoping it'll help Abel unwind a bit. You go to his new office, knocking on the door gently, only to be met with no response. Weird. He usually answered the door very quickly. You knock again. Nothing. You wonder if he's asleep, so you press your ear to the door. You hear a soft voice...Abel's voice. He's...singing, and playing his guitar.
You can faintly make out the words; it's not a song you're familiar with. It's something he's written himself, something about his struggles to fill his father's shoes and how he misses him even though his father never liked him all that much. His voice is quivering, and your heart shatters. You wished he didn't have to feel all that pain.
You don't want to interrupt him, so you wait until he's finished before knocking again. He hears you this time and quickly opens the door.
"O-oh! H-hey, you guys! Wh-what's up? How, uh...how long have you been waiting here? I'm so sorry, I must've not heard-"
"Abel, it's fine," you reassure him. "We just wanted to see if you wanted to spend the day together. We know you've been stressed out lately, and we thought it might do you some good to go out! If you're all right with that, of course,"
Abel's smile was soft, a quiet expression of gratitude. "I...I think I would like that. Thanks, you guys,"
"Of course, Abel," You don't bring up his heartfelt song, even though you found it quite beautiful. If Abel wanted to confide in you about that, you trusted he would do it on his own time.
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