Wow I haven't used Tumbler in ages- Uuuuuh- 27 Single (we broke up a long while ago I just forgot to change it- TT) MINORS DNI; 🔞 AGE IN BIO PLS AND THANK YOU
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: (MDNI) im not crying YOU ARE. anyway heres the finale or the "Curtain Call" as titled on AO3 <3 its just a lil, well actually its long asf, epilogue of a few things they got up to. please enjoy!
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Baby is here! Vox is with baby! Vox is not with Amelie :( Amelie gets pissed at Vox :( Vox and Amelie friends! You dont like ur sexy bod :( Val and Vel help you think ur sexy again! Sex!
ᴄᴡ: fluff, babyy, vox being a good father, vox being a bad father, FAMILY FLUFFFF, body insecurity, val and vel put u in lingerie, mothering val and vel?, body praise, slight belly bulge, seggs, final part :,)
You're startled awake by the familiar noise of your six-month-old baby's piercing cries. You turn over with a groan, " 's your turn to get her...". Vox turns over and spoons you, his legs wrapping and entangling around yours, "Shh rest, babe. Let her cry for a bit, she'll tucker out... just stay and cuddle me—“
You squeeze yourself out of his embrace, "No no, I'm not falling f' this again!". Vox groans and you pat his chest encouragingly, "Come on, up up up!". He sits up lazily, his red eyes blinking slowly as his screen brightens, "Alright alright...".
His back arches, his arms stretched out behind him as all his sore joints crackled and stretched. He slips on a navy robe and kicks his shark slippers on before trudging towards the nursery.
”Okay, V, shh shh,” Vox says upon entering. He grabs his daughter from her crib and cradles her against him, his hand gently cupping her head, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Need a change?”.
He carries her to the changing table where he lies her down gently. After helping her out of her red onesie, an absolutely foul stench hits him. "Eugh! Fuck!" he cautiously unwraps the diaper off of her, almost puking in the process.
"Ew ew ew ew—" he carries the hazardous diaper with the very tips of his claws as if it were toxic waste, and quickly discards it into the trashcan before slamming it shut. He shudders and grabs a baby wipe, "I'm never getting used to that.".
Vox finishes cleaning her up and fastens a clean diaper on her. He buttons up her onesie and carries her up in his arms, "All better sweetheart?". She coos and grabs onto Vox's claw as he wiggles them over her.
He smiles softly as she drifts back to sleep, occasional noises escaping her lips, "There we go, Valerie. All better".
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
Vox returns a short while after with Valerie cradled in his arms, "She's sleeping in here for the rest of the morning.". You chuckle sleepily and turn over to face him, "Again? She really has you whipped, huh?".
"Yeah yeah, whatever," he says as he crawls into bed. Vox lays his daughter on his chest and holds her against him as she settles into a deep sleep.
You roll over to his side and tug on his arm, “Y’can’t give her all your attention…”. He sleepily chuckles and wraps an arm around you, “So clingy.”.
You chuckle and trace circles on his chest as you ask, "How much sleep do you think we have left before Amelie wakes up?" He sighs softly, "We're lucky she hasn't already come in... I'm surprised she didn't wake up when Valerie started to cry.".
Right on cue, Amelie runs in in her pjs and starts jumping on the bed, "Wake up! Wake upppp!!!!".
"Oh fuck, I jinxed it," Vox mutters.
"Five more minutes, sweetie," you mumble as she rocks the bed with her little hops across it. She lands beside Vox, the bed shaking slightly as she does, "Can I hold her?!". Vox holds Valerie tight and rocks her as she begins to stir.
He looks back at Amelie with a stern expression, "Amelie, not now, okay? Go get yourself ready for school, now.". Amelie sighs dejectedly and slides off the bed before walking to her room. "You didn't have to be so harsh, babe," you say to Vox.
He exhales and sits up to rock Valerie, "Amelie almost woke up Valerie again, the last thing we need is to have her screaming again after I just got her back to sleep.".
"Alright..." you get out of bed and pull out some clothes from your dresser, "Oh, and I won't be back until four today for Amelie's Valentines day class party, so you'll need to watch Valerie. You're sure you can't make that party right? She was pretty upset when I said you had a meeting—".
"I'm sure, Doll," he replies. Vox sits up and grabs your hips, "Though, I can maybe squeeze in some time with you before you have to leave...". You feel him smirk against your back as he presses kisses there, "What do you say, doll? A little early Valentines day suprise?"
You chuckle and reach behind yourself to playfully shove Vox off, "Not now, Vox. Now go get ready for your 'busy' day.". Vox sighs and slides off the bed, muttering something along the lines of "we never have alone time anymore" as he walks into the bathroom.
As you go to grab your clothes when you feel wires slither up your torso and slide the tube top off over your head, "Vox, what the hell?
"You aren't wearing that out." he says from the bathroom. You roll your eyes, "I'm a grown woman, and I was gonna put a sweater over it anyway! Now, if you're gonna help me get dressed, you can start by putting my clothes on, not off.".
You hear him sigh dramatically and then watch as his wires grab a red cable knit sweater and slither toward you. "Thank you!" you call out as he helps the sweater over your head.
Both of you finish getting ready and walk into the kitchen. Vox hums and grabs a baby carrier, which he carefully straps to his chest. He looks down at his daughter with a smile, "Look's like i'll have to bring you to work with me, babygirl.".
Amelie, who was all ready for school in a pair of overalls and a pink t shirt, tugs on Vox's pant leg with a pout, "How come you never bring me in to work?".
"You have school, Amelie," he replies dismissively, already distracted by the 6 month old nestled against him. She sighs and you scoop her up with a smile, "He'll bring you in another day. I'll make sure of it— For now, you have a class party! Aren't you excited, love?".
A smile spreads across her face and she nods enthusiastically, her pigtails swaying up and down, "Mhm!". You balance her on your hip while you grab her lunch pail and backpack, "Good! We're off then. Bye, hon.".
Leaning forward, you kiss Vox's cheek, to which he returns with a sloppy, dramatic kiss to your lips. Amelie gags at the sight, "Bleugh!". Vox chuckles and kisses Amelie's cheek, "See you when I get home, sweetheart.".
He zaps out with Valerie wrapped against his chest in a wave of blue sparks.
"Bye daddy!"
"Damn it, Vox! I said no teleportation with her until she's 3!"
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Vox sits in his office, humming an old tune from his time on earth. He rubs his daughter's downy head as he pulls up a projection of various emails he received. A phone call overtakes the email projection and rings incessantly.
"What the fuck do you want, Ethan?" Vox says to his assistant. "S-Sir!" Ethan stammers, "Did you get my emails? You have a meeting with Carmilla today in five."
"Shit is that today? Why the FUCK didn't you tell me?!" Vox yells, covering his daughter's ears as he cusses. "I emailed you twelve times..." the nervous assistant squeaks.
Vox groans, "Fine, i'll be there. Now fuck off and do your job.".
"Yes, s—" Ethan's voice cuts off abruptly as Vox hangs up on him. With an irritated huff, he stands up and readjusts the baby carrier behind him, wearing his daughter like a backpack, "Sorry, V, we're gonna have to make a quick pitstop.".
He quickly zaps into Carmilla's office, shaking the room and startling the overlord at her desk. "Our meeting isn't for another few minutes," she says with narrowed eyes, "What could you possibly want that you couldn't wait another three minutes?".
Vox places his arms behind his back and marches toward her desk, "Good to see you too, Carmilla. Don't worry, this won't take much of your time. I'm simply here to inquire about your... protection.".
"My protection?"
Vox nods, "Yes, I think we can strike up a deal that'll help both of us, or, rather, it'll help the people we need to be alive.". Carmilla sighs and sets down her pen, "What are you talking about?".
"Your kids."
"Excuse me?"
"Your two daughter. Killed an angel for them, right?".
Carmilla stands up from her desk, her chair pushing back with a squeak, "You have no idea what you're talking about.". Vox smirks and steps closer, "Oh but, I really do.".
With a swatting motion, he projects security footage of Carmilla defending her daughters against four other exorcists and killing one with an angelic weapon in the process. Carmilla's gaze flicks to Vox once the footage stops, "What do you want from me? Are you planning to hold this against me to get something you want?".
"I could!" Vox says with a smug grin, "But no, I won't. What I want from you is a few of your weapons in exchange for my technology.". He grabs Carmilla's shoulders and gestures imaginatively, "Think about it! With my sprawling security cameras, you'd never have to get blindsided by a few angels again.".
"My girls are grown, they can go around without needing my protection," Carmilla says defensively.
Vox releases her shoulders and walks over to face her, "Oh yeah? And what if you weren't there that day with the angels? What then?".
Carmilla is silent for a moment, Vox's words piercing her slightly as she considers his offer. "Who could you possibly need the weapons for anyway? I don't just lend them out to anyone, especially when it comes to protecting your... colleagues."
"Val and Velvette can take care of themselves," he explains, "I have... other things that need protecting.".
"Oh, right, I heard about your little succubus girlfriend," she recalls with a condesending wiggle of her fingers, "Why would she even need protection from exorcists? Succubi aren't targeted in an extermination—".
"I'm well aware."
"Then who are you protecting, Vox?" she asks with a firm slam to her desk as she stands, "I'm not just gonna let you run wild with my weaponry without a valid reason."
Vox sighs and rolls his eyes, "Fine."
He summons cables out from his back to grab Valerie, who was previously concealed behind him. The cables lift her forward, presenting her to a dumbfounded Carmilla. Carmilla gestures to her with a pointed finger, her eyes wide, "That's—".
"My daughter," Vox says, "now, do we have a deal or not?".
Carmilla sighs, trying to regain her composure, "I don't know... Just because you have a daughter doesn't mean you have good intentions with this "deal".".
"Two daughters" Vox corrects.
"I'm sorry?"
"You're forgiven. I have two daughters, actually.".
Carmilla's mouth is ajar at the second revelation, leaving Vox with the upper hand. He rolls his eyes at her stunned silence and begins to walk off, "Give me an answer by the end of the day. I'm counting on your cooperation, Carmilla.".
With that, he teleports out of the room, leaving Carmilla alone. Her head spins as she tries to process the encounter she had with the seemingly cold-hearted TV overlord, "....What the fuck just happened?".
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You walk Amelie into her class, her little hands clutching at your legs nervously. Kneeling down to her height, you take her hands in yours and search her eyes, "Honey, what's wrong? I thought you'd be excited for the party?". She shrugs and wipes her eyes, " 's nothing...".
"Amelie," you say in a knowing tone. She sighs and clutches her backpack tightly against her, "I want daddy to be here.". Oh, so that's what was on your little girl's mind.
You smile and brush a strand of hair away from her face, "I know, honey. He want's to be here too. But, sometimes, Daddy has obligations at work— stuff he needs to do... And it's tough when he can't make things, believe me, I know. But when we get home, we'll tell Daddy all about it and celebrate together.".
Amelie smiles weakly back at you and nods, "Okay...".
You stand up and hold out your hand for her to take, "C'mon hon, let's go in and eat a bunch of candy!". Amelie's smile grows as takes your hand cheerfully, "Yay!".
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Vox lies back in his chair with a tired expression, Valerie cradled in his arms as he feeds her a bottle. His eyes scan the screens before him, various emails and contracts litter the space around him and fill him with dread.
"You know what, fuck it," he says to himself. He removes the empty bottle from her lips and stands up abruptly, "ETHAN!". His assistant, Ethan, runs into the room, his eel-like tail swishing behind him with every hasty step, "Y-Yes, sir!".
"I need you to go through all these emails for me and review these contracts," he says while already walking out, "I'm taking the day off.". "Okay I-I'll— Wait, you're taking the day off!?" Ethan says with a bewildered tone. Since when the fuck did Vox take days off?
"Did I fucking stutter, Ethan? Now get to work!" he says, closing the doors behind him with a flourish of wires pushing them back. "Since when has he ever taken the fuckin' day off?" Ethan mutters to himself as Vox leaves.
Vox's face appears on all the monitors before Ethan, a scowl on his face, "I fucking heard that, Ethan!". "AH!" Ethan yelps, "S-Sorry, sir!"
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1:00pm
You: How'd your meeting go?
Vox: Good, I think.
You: Good! Are you able to drop by? It would mean the world to Amelie if you showed up.
4:01pm
Vox: Where are you?
You: I'm on the way home, why?
Vox: I took the rest of the day off. Meet us by Shock.Wav's tank.
You: You took the day off?!?! What's wrong? Did Alastor show up?! I'll be there in thirty seconds babe hold on.
You immediately get yourself and Amelie into the car before flooring it to the V-Tower when you get Vox's text. The only reason Vox would take the day off is if
a.) Alastor fucked with him
or
b.) Vox died
Something was wrong, you could sense it. You park haphazardly by the tower and immediately grab Amelie out of the car. The two of you run towards the elevator and go up to where Shock.Wav's tank was above Vox's office.
"What's wrong?" You say breathlessly as you charge in, "Is— Was it... w-what's happening?". Your voice trails off as you see Vox casually lounging by the tank with Valerie in his lap, his legs dangling into the water.
"You... you okay?" you ask as you approach him. Vox looks up at you with a quirked eyebrow, "Yes?". You tilt your head and gesture vaguely to the scene before you, "But— you took the day off.".
"Okay? I wanted to show Valerie to Shock.wav."
"Well, usually—" you begin, but decide to brush it off, "Nevermind.". Meanwhile, Amelie is fuming behind you. She digs into the water bottle pocket of her backpack and pulls out the Valentines card she had made for her dad.
She storms up to him while crumpling up the card and then throws it at his screen. "Amelie, what the hell?" he calls out.
"You skipped my class party so you could be with Valerie!" she yells.
"Amelie, I had a meeting—"
"No!" she says, tears welling in her eyes, "if you could take the day off for HER then you could have done it for me! But you didn't! You don't even love me anymore!".
Vox's gaze softens, "Amelie...". But before he could console her, she ran off into the elevator. Vox groans once she leaves, his claws pinching his forehead agitatedly, "Can you deal with her temper tantrum?".
You scoff and cross your arms tightly over your chest, "Temper tantrum? Seriously? You did lie to her, Vox. Look, I know Valerie is super important to you but you have been neglecting Amelie a bit.".
"I haven't been neglecting her!" he defends, "I just haven't had the time to spend time with her.". "Really?" you say with an incredulous tone, "You seem to have time right now, and I'm sure you had time to go to her class party today. She was really upset that you couldn't be there today.".
Vox sighs and hunches over, his hands brushing over Valerie's head, "Fine, whatever, I'll deal with it later.". "No, deal with it now. Go to Amelie and apologize, try to make it up to her," you say with a stern tone.
You attempt to take Valerie from him, but he shifts his posture away from you, hiding Valerie from your grasp. "The fuck has gotten into you?" you ask.
Vox ignores you, sitting with his back to you. You grab his shoulder and forcefully turn him toward you, only to be faced with a distressed expression against dim screen, "Vox...?"
"I'm not losing her.".
You sit beside him on your calves and put a hand on his arm, "Vox, what are you talking about?". "I'm not gonna loose her," he repeats, "I don't even fucking know what to do when I'm away from her I-I just— I can't, okay?.".
He gestures to Valerie's small form, "Look at her! A fucking small gust of wind could knock her out and— I-I don't know what I'd do with myself if something happened to her".
You exhale softly and take his trembling hand in yours, gently prying it from Valerie's back, "I know, it's scary to think that she's so vulnerable. Believe me, I worry too... but you can't let that anxiety push Amelie away. She's hurting too.".
He takes a shaky breath before nodding, "I know, it's stupid.".
"It's not," you squeeze his hand softly, "I'm here for you, you know that. I'll always be here for you. I wish you would've just told me this in the first place, Vox.". He smiles softly and gently cups your cheek, "I know... Have I told you how much I love you lately?".
You chuckle softly, "Always.". "Good, because I do," he says before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You pull back and hold out your arms, signaling for him to pass on Valerie.
His big red eyes flicker between you and the baby, before he hesitantly hands her to you. "Thank you," you say, "Now go talk to Amelie.".
Vox nods and swings his legs out of the tank, drying them off with a towel nearby. Grabbing the crumpled Valentine's card beside him, he stuffs it into his trouser pocket. He slides on his shoes and socks before standing up and heading to the elevator to hopefully mend his relationship with Amelie.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
As Vox steps into the penthouse, he rummages in his pocket and smooths out the crumpled card Amelie made for him. The card was hand drawn on red construction paper, decorated with lots of shark stickers an a drawing of a cartoon shark on the front.
At the front, big bold letters written in purple spell out "HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!" with a little heart dotting the exclamation point. He opens up the card and reads, "I love you with all my shark!", a drawing of a shark with a heart in its mouth below the words.
A soft smile crosses his face, followed by a pain in his chest from the realization of how horrible he'd been. He should have been there for her, he should've been better. He know's he's a better dad than that.
Softly knocking on Amelie's door, he calls out, "Amelie? Can I come in?". She doesn't respond. Vox hears a slight rustle of blankets from the room— he figured she must've bundled up in there and hid.
He opens the door and sees an Amelie-shaped lump wrapped up in her comforter on the bed. Stifled sobs from under the make-shift blanket reach Vox and only serve to worsen the pain in his chest.
He sits beside her on the bed with his hands folded in his lap, "You know, you can't hide in the blankets forever.". Amelie shifts deeper into the bed, holding the covers tightly over her. He smiles and continues, "...unless you want the blanket-demon to eat you—".
Amelie immediately throws the covers off of her and runs to Vox, "I don't want be eaten by a blanket demon!". He catches her in his arms and chuckles softly, "There's not blanket demon, sweetheart. I just wanted to talk to you.".
Amelie squirms out of his grasp and scrunches her face defiantly at him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turns away from him with a huff, "I'm mad at you.".
"I know," Vox says softly, "and I'm sorry. You're right, I haven't been spending much time with you and I've been hyper focused on Valerie...".
He shifts closer to her and puts an arm on her shoulder, "But, that doesn't mean I don't love you, because I really do.". Amelie's arms slowly drop from her chest.
"You mean everything to me," Vox continues, "you have made every aspect of my life brighter than I could have possibly imagined, and—". Vox couldn't finish his sentence before Amelie jumped onto him and hugged him, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, "I forgive you, I miss you too much!".
He returns the hug instantly, rubbing her back soothingly as she buries her face into his neck, "I missed you too, princess.".
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
"So, you and Amelie worked everything out?" you ask as you slip on your nightgown. "Uh-huh," Vox says while climbing into bed. "Good," you say while getting into the bed next to him. Vox shuts off the lights and immediately pounces on you, pressing kisses all over you.
"Vox..." you say nervously. "What, doll?" he murmurs against your skin, "you want the lights on?". "No!" you say, louder than you meant to, "I-I mean, uhm, I'm just not in the mood.".
Vox slows his kisses and pulls back, "Is everything okay?". You roll your eyes and turn your head away from him, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't wanna fuck you right now.".
Vox recoils and climbs off you, "Jesus, Y/N, I was just asking. You haven't been "In the mood" since—". "Yeah I fucking know!" you say, "just, leave me alone, okay?".
Vox sighs and watches as you turn away from him, "Okay.". He lays on his side of the bed and gets under the covers, "Goodnight, I love you.". "...Love you too," you mutter.
You were way too harsh on him. Truthfully, you had been harsh every time he'd mention sex since you gave birth. Pregnancy changed your body; it was no surprise. It took you a while to bounce back after Amelie– but with Valerie, it was a whole other story.
It's been six months, and you still aren't back at your usual weight pre-pregnancy. No matter the workout, the diet, the clothes— you didn't like your body. Not one bit. So when Vox mentioned sex, it just kind of tipped you over.
How could you let him see you when you didn't even feel like you anymore? It was hard, and it weighed on your heart every time you'd push Vox away because of it.
But for now, at least you could cuddle your husband to bed, even if you lashed out a bit earlier. And so, you did. You roll over to his side and spoon him, wrapping a leg over his side.
He smiles and grabs your calf, rubbing small circles over it with his thumb, "Goodnight, doll". "Goodnight," you reply.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
The next day, Vox decided to spend the day with Amelie at Lu Lu World. It took a lot of convincing, a children's theme park is basically Vox's worst nightmare, but when you said it'd be a good bonding opportunity for him and Amelie, he was pretty much sold.
"You sure you don't wanna come?" Vox says while Amelie pulls on his pant leg. She'd been restless ever since you told her she was going to Lu Lu world and was dragging Vox out the door as you spoke.
"I'm alright," you say with a chuckle. "Please?" Vox asks with slight desperation. He definitely had his hands full with Amelie— but it was good for him. You had other plans that he would surely enjoy later that night.
"No," you say, handing him a bag with some water and snacks, "I'll watch Valerie, you two go have fun." Vox sighs, "Fine, I guess I'll be going to fucking Lu Lu World—".
"DADDY COME ON!"
You chuckle and press a kiss to the side of his screen, "Go on, Amelie's waiting. I love you.". Amelie drags him away from you and into the elevator, "C'mon, we're gonna havta wait in long lines we wait longer!".
"I love you too," Vox calls out, trying to get a word in before the doors closed, "and make sure to tell Valerie I say bye and that I love h—". The doors close, drowning out Vox's voice and leaving you alone in the penthouse.
You immediately get to work on your plans. You had arranged a meeting with Velvette to help with your "sex appeal", and as nauseating as that sounds, she was strangely trustworthy when it came to this stuff. You often found yourself going to her when you need fashion advice and even advice on Vox.
Walking into the nursery, you lift Valerie from her crib and hold the fussing baby to your chest, "Shh shh, we're gonna go on an adventure today. You excited?". You lift her up in the air and coo at her, watching as she smiles and giggles at the little faces and noises you make to her.
After a feeding and change, you strap her into a stroller and make your way to Velvette's floor of the V-Tower. Upon entering, you fold the canopy hood over Valerie's stroller, prematurely blocking any tantrums Velvette was most definitely throwing from her view.
She was only 6 months old, so she wasn't exactly ready to see all the shit that goes down in the V-Tower. Right on cue, you walk into Velvette, berating some of her designers for their supposed lackluster designs.
"Are you fucking serious?" the doll demon yells out, "polka dots? Are we in a fucking recession? Throw it in the garbage where you and this skirt belong!".
"Uh, hey Vel," you gently call out. Velvette's head twists unnaturally toward you, a sharp smile spreading across her face, "There you are! Finally, I need a break from these wannabes.".
She tosses the skirt onto the designers face and begins to usher you into a separate room before stopping and turning back to the designer, "Oh, and you're fired by the way. Ciao ciao!".
You hear the worker, or ex-worker now, burst into tears behind you until it's muffled by the door closing in Velvette's office. "Jesus, Vel," you mutter as you follow her.
The room before you was an array of magenta and purple with a pungent pink smoke filling the room. In the center of the room was a plush purple couch fitted with white pillows, zebra print blankets, and a fluffy white rug laid under it. Through the haze of the smoke, you spot the familiar silhouette of a certain Porn Overlord.
"Nu uh, you said he wouldn't come. I'm out," you say, immediately about to turn on your heel and leave with Valerie. "Hold on, Jesus!" Velvette exclaims, rushing to open some of the windows to waft the smoke out, "Val, I told you not to smoke that shit in here! You're gonna scare them away!".
Valentino chuckles and takes another inhale of smoke. Velvette rolls her eyes and summons a pink aura that envelops the long cigarette and tosses it out the window. "Hey!" Valentino exclaims, snapping his head towards Velvette, "I wasn't done with that you bitch!".
"What is he doing here? I wanted you to help me, not him!" you say to Velvette. Velvette huffs and talks to you whilst simultaneously typing on her phone, "Look babe, Val is good with this shit! If it's sex appeal your looking for, Val's your guy.".
"Or sex in general, I'm your guy for that too, cariño," he purrs. You recoil at his comment, "Eugh! Seriously, Velvette?!". "Val, shut the fuck up!" Velvette barks.
The Fashion Overlord marches over to Valentino and crosses her arms, "I told you not to be weird! If Vox finds out you were being a fucking creep to y/n, he'll kick both our arses!".
Valentino leans back on the couch and replies in a bratty tone, "Prudes.".
"Listen, you're in good hands with us!" she says while approaching you slowly, "Now, about that payment we discussed.". You sigh and reach over to lift up the canopy that covers the stroller, "Fine, here she is.".
Velvette immediately coos at Valerie and scoops her up in her arms, "There's my girl! Oh, you are so going to model when you're older.". Valentino joins her in the babying, and they both fawn over the child.
You make sure to keep a close eye on her as they do. They likely wouldn't do anything to harm her, at least on purpose, but you still had to keep a tight leash when it came to these two. They were unpredictable! And for that reason, you and Vox decided to limit the visits from "Auntie Vel and Val" until she was a bit older.
Velvette places Valerie back into the stroller and gestures over to the corner of the room, "Alright, c'mon.". You push the stroller to where Val and Vel lead.
They stop at the corner of the room where various dressers, room partitions, and mirrors are. Velvette gestures for you to stand on a small pedestal surrounded my mirrors, "Up up up, we haven't got all day.".
You park the stroller beside you and step on the magenta pedestal. "So, what seems to be the issue?" she asks, sitting on the couch adjacent to you beside Valentino.
"I've just... changed a bit after Valerie and I wanna regain my confidence".
Taking a deep breath, you pull the baggy sweater you were wearing over your head and toss it on the floor below. "Why didn't you say so," Velvette says, "That's me and Val's specialty!".
The two get up and rummage through the dresser, pulling out various clothing items and stacking them on Valentino's lower arms. They walk up to you and immediately get to work.
"Alright, off!" Velvette tugs at your pants and shirt. Valentino crosses his upper two arms, a smug chuckle escaping his smirk, "Mhmm, off~". You roll your eyes, "Turn around, Val.".
Val groans and turns on his heel, muttering in Spanish, "Jodida mojigata, ni siquiera me deja echar un vistazo.…" (Fucking prude, she won't even let me have a peek...)
Once Valentino's red perverted eyes pry away from you, you hesitantly slip off your shirt and shimmy your sweatpants off. With confident haste, Velvette wraps a corset around your waist and pulls it tightly.
"Jesus!" you gasp, the breath pulled out of your lungs as the corset confines you, "warn me first!". Velvette ignores you and continues draping you in various fabrics, "Val, the garters.".
Val grins and slides a flimsily translucent bunch of black fabric onto his hand, "On it, babydoll.". With unnecessary satisfaction, Valentino slides lacy socks over your legs, his hands lingering longer than they should have.
'Vox would be soo pissed if he knew what was going on right now,' you think to yourself. As Valentino busies himself with clipping the garters onto you, Velvette hastily unclips your bra and slides an extremely revealing red lacy bra on you.
Your hands immediately fly at your chest as Velvette pulls away, "How am I supposed to walk back out there like this.". "Calm down," Velvette says, "It's nothing anyone in this building hasn't seen before—!"
"What?"
"—Besides, we're gonna get you a robe to walk out in," Velvette turns to Valentino, "Val, get the— Jesus, just clip the damn things already.". Valentino, who was hunched over by your legs, snaps his head to look at Vel with a frustrated glare, "I'm fucking trying, bitch! I can't fucking see the stupid little clip things!".
Velvette groans and takes hold of the garter strings, "I have to fucking do everything myself— There, see? Not hard when you aren't blind as a bat!".
"Puta de mierda, I can see fucking fine! Fuck you!" Valentino yells. The two begin to bicker and yell at one another, all the while your standing there uncomfortably more-than-half naked, "Guys—".
"At least I don't have a thing for my assistant!" Valentino says.
Velvette gasps, "I don't have a "thing" for Melissa! Besides, you have a thing for your assistant and ALL your employees! You fuck literally everyone!"
"Guys..."
"Not my fault I can get some~" Val smirks, "When was the last time you had sex? A decade ago?".
"You motherFUCKER—"
"GUYS!" you yell, the two pausing there fight to look at you, "Stop fucking fighting! You two are grown ass overlords, so act like them!". You point at Velvette, "Apologize to Val, it's not his fault he's blind.".
"Hah, you're in troublee~" Valentino sings childishly.
"And you," you point to Val, "Apologize to Velvette! She can absolutely get some.". Val and Velvette roll their eyes and mutter apologies to one another.
'Jesus Christ, do I have to parent everyone?' you think with an annoyed exhale. "Now can someone please just get me a fucking robe?" you say. Velvette grabs a blood-red tulle robe off a nearby rack and hands it to you.
"Thank you," you slide the robe over your shoulders and wrap it tightly around you. Just as you're about to exit, you suddenly remember an important detail and turn to them, "And remember, none of this gets back to Vox.".
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You had swiftly made your way back down to the penthouse a few hours ago. Luckily, very few people took notice at your barely concealed attire and likely thought you were coming off of one of Valentino's sets which wasn't the ideal impression, but it's better than people knowing you're on your way to bone your husband.
You'd spent the last few hours getting your room ready for when Vox comes back— Roses, restraints tied to the bed, floggers, lube, strap-ons, vibrators, and any other sex toy you could possible think of.
Were you feeling confident yet? Hell no. But if you couldn't make it, fake it. Right? Guilt kept gnawing at you from the lack of "activity" between you and Vox. You couldn't shake this feeling that you were disappointing him. So, you figured you'd just get over it tonight, once and for all.
Around 11pm, just as you finish preparing, you hear the door click open. Vox stepped in with various bags of merchandise and candy from Lu Lu World hanging from his forearm with Amelie nestled against his chest asleep against him.
He sets down the bags and carries Amelie to her room. Laying her down, he pulls the covers over her and presses a kiss to her forehead, "Goodnight, Amelie. I love you.".
Amelie shifts and mutters "goodnight" softly as she drifts into a deep sleep. Vox pulls away with a soft smile and heads to your room. He opens the door and whispers, "I got her to sleep and I— Holy fucking shit!".
His screen lights up upon seeing you splayed out on the bed filled with toys and restraints, clad in the lingerie Val and Vel dressed you in. He stutters and gestures to you incredulously, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, "You— Hah— I— Jesus Christ, I feel like a fucking virgin right now...".
You chuckle and take a soft breath to ease your nerves. Curling your finger toward yourself, you beckon him over, "Come over.". He immediately tosses his jacket on the floor and steps out of his shoes as he makes his way beside you on the bed, "You look...".
A clawed hand snakes up your corset, through the flesh of your cleavage, and up to rest on your cheek, "Absolutely delectable.". You turn your head and press a kiss to his hand, "Really? You wanna... have a taste?".
Vox's screen darkens, a wide toothy grin spreading across his face as he looks down at you with narrowed eyes. He grabs hold of your waist with his large hands and pulls you toward him, your crotch pressing against the growing bulge in his slacks. He unbuttons his shirt hastily and throws it off somewhere, "A taste? Doll, I'd rather just devour you whole."
Vox leans forward and pulls you beneath him, laying you flat against the bed. Hot, sloppy, pining kisses press against your lips, his tongue immediately seeking entry.
He slides his lithe tongue against yours, flooding your mouth and grasping at everything just for a chance to feel you. You take a shaky breath against him, trying to maintain calm. He was your husband for God's sake! You can do this. Just breath–
"I love seeing you like this," he mutters, trailing kisses down to your neck before gently nibbling at the skin. "Aha, right, seeing," you chuckle nervously.
Shakey hands grab at his hips to try to steady your nerves. Seeing. He was really seeing you. Seeing your face. Your outfit. You wonder if he saw the way your body changed after Valerie. The way that you don't fill out clothes the same way you used to.
He probably is just pitying you. Probably just— "Babe?" Vox pulls back and looks at your with scrunched eyebrows, "did I hurt you on accident? You're shaking a lot—".
You shake your head no vehemently and try to muster up a smile, "No! I'm fine!". Vox sighs and lays off of you and onto his side beside you, "No, it's not fine. What's been going on?".
"Nothing, Vox"
"Don't lie to me.".
Your eyes dart around the room as you begin to fidget with your hands in your lap, "I just—". The words catch in your throat, almost choking on them as you struggle to communicate how you've been feeling for the past 5 months.
"I don't feel like myself," you say, tears welling up in your eyes, "I've changed— my body has changed and I feel like I'm disappointing you! I'm sorry, I tried to get over it, hell, I even asked Val and Vel to dress me for this... but, I don't think I can do it".
Vox exhales with a soft smile sits up, taking your hands in his much larger ones, "Doll, disappointing me? Not possible. I don't care how much you change, you're still you, and that's absolutely enough for me. If you aren't feeling comfortable, let's just go to bed tonight.".
You let go of a breath you'd been holding since he came home. Your husband's reassuring words washed over you, letting your body relax. Vox tosses the toys and other items you brought out off the bed, opening his arms up to hold you.
You climb into his lap and straddle him before grabbing the sides of his screen to place a kiss to the top of his head, "Thank you. I love you.". "I love you too," he says.
There's a brief pause before he continues with a smirk, "Did you seriously consult Val and Velvette before telling me though? I'm kinda offended.". You chuckle, "In hindsight it was a terrible idea. But, hey, they made me look hot so who am I to complain?.".
He laughs in a low voice before grabbing your thighs, his claws tracing over the delicate lace of your thigh high socks, "That you do, Doll. And, as soon as you feel ready, I'll be waiting to fucking worship this sexy body of yours.".
A familiar feeling flushes you, your core tingling with a sensation you hadn't felt in awhile... You snap your head up to look at him, "Keep doing that.".
Vox raises an eyebrow but continues, "Your body is sexy?". You nod, "Uh huh, and?". "And gorgeous," he says, "I want to feel every single gorgeous dip and curve on you.". You grab his hand and slide it up to grab your breast, "Keep going.".
Vox squeezes your breast before locking eyes with you, his voice a low husky purr, "You're beautiful. Every part of you I want to commit to memory.". Your eyebrows furrow, your hips beginning to gently rock against his thigh, "More.".
Vox begins to slide the straps of crimson red bra off your shoulders, "Can I see you?". You hesitate at first, but then nod slowly, allowing him to peel the rest of the garment away. He marvels at the sight of your exposed chest, his hands immediately flying over to knead the flesh, "Fuck, Doll, you're breathtaking.".
Vox switches positions with you, laying you under him on the bed while he lays on top of you. He slides down your body and unclips the garters from your socks. Further down, he bites at the lace atop your foot and pulls it back with his teeth until it fully comes off.
He grabs the other sock with his hand and tosses it off to the floor beside the bed. With your now exposed leg, you poke your foot at his pants, "Off.".
"Bossy," he comments with a smirk, "yes ma'am.". He quickly shimmies his pants off, taking his boxers along with it. "You're incredible," he says, hooking his thumbs under your panties before yanking them off. He maneuvers his fingers around the back of your corset, successfully untying the tight strings and prying the tight garment off you.
Grabbing your legs, he throws them over his shoulders and positions his leaking, cyan tip up with your wet entrance, "Can I? Please?". You nod, "Gentle...".
Vox lifts your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, "Whatever you need, Doll.". Slowly, he pushes his hips into yours, his cock stretching your pussy as his tip gently kisses your cervix You grip onto the bedsheets, a wanton moan escaping you, "Vox...".
He grins as he hears his name fall from your lips, a soft chuckle escaping him as he begins to rock inside you. "That's it," he cards his hand through your hair, "just relax, gorgeous.".
Your eyes squeeze shut as he picks up the pace, his cock ramming into you, eliciting a rhythmic squelch that fills the room. Vox's hands drifts all around you as he moves inside you, desperately seeking to feel you.
His hands roam around your chest, his thumb gliding over your nipple and squeezing your soft mounds. His other large hand splays across the entirety of your stomach, pressing down slightly to feel his cock bulging in and out of you.
He shudders, exhaling with a satisfied smile before thrusting harder into you, " Y' feel that, Doll? Feel me inside you?". He pries your hands away from the sheets and onto your stomach where his dick potrudes out of you.
"Fuck," you breath out. You lift your hips up slightly to stimulate your bud, allowing Vox's pelvis to hit your clit. Vox gently coaxes your hips back down and begins rubbing your clit with his thumb, "Let me take care of you, princess.".
"Vox!" you cry out, the added stimulation sending fireworks throughout your body. Your back arches off the bed, "I'm—". "Shh," he coos, "I know, sweetheart.".
He slams forward faster into you, causing the bed to rock against the wall with a loud repetitive 'bang!' as he chases his and yours peak. "Fuck!" Vox yells as his balls draw up tight, cum shooting from his cock inside you.
You grip his bicep as pleasure washes over you in waves, breathy moans escaping your lips as it shudders through your body. He gradually slows down inside you before collapsing beside you on the bed.
You roll over on top of him, laying your head atop his chest, "Thank you...". He chuckles breathlessly while reaching into the nearby nightstand for a few wipes, "Thank me? For?".
"For—," you smile at him softly, feeling as he cleans the both of you up with the wipes without hesitation, "for staying here with me, through everything.".
Vox tosses the soiled wipes on the nightstand and gazes into your eyes with a soft expression, "Doll, I'll always stay here with you.".
After 50k words this part marks the end of this series, and it's sort of bittersweet for me :,).
I've absolutely loved writing this series, and I never would've thought I would get as much love from you guys as I did, and I'm seriously grateful.
Without your support, I wouldn't have been so excited to write this and hear all your thoughts on it. I read every single comment, reblog, and ask based on this series, and every time it brings a smile to my face.
When I wrote the first chapter, I seriously wasn't expecting such a supportive base of readers! I'm still shocked that the first part has like 1k notes I thought it would've gotten maybe like 100 lol. On ao3 it has like 10k hits which is absolutely insane to me like ahhh <3
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my series! I had such a fun time writing it. Thank you for joining reader's, Vox's, Amelie's, and Valerie's journey with me. Love you guys!
I know the maid cafe is already gone but I wanted to add my ocs even if I'm late as all hell 😭😭😭 I had so much fun making these, especially Violet and the drinks she's holding (will show them off later cuz they are so pretty)
Chat I gotta come clean... I'm in love with my ex-
WORST PART IS IS THAT WE'RE FRIENDS W/BENEFITS NOW- LIKE RECENTLY- AND WE WERE TALKING TO EACH OTHER ABOUT INSECURITIES AND THEN SHE HITS ME WITH THE MOST POETIC LINE EVER AND I JUST USGHSBWKSF EIDBFHEJDBDB
SHE SAID "don't say that about yourself :(" [I had called myself a whale-] "I think you're beautiful just the way you are, and so is everyone on this earth no matter what flaws they have I'm pretty insecure about myself but I know someone will look at me with those eyes of beauty and I know you do but I mean romantically"
HOW DID I FUMBLE THIS BAD?!- AND WHATS WORSE IS I STILL LOOK AT HER THAT WAY- I STILL LOVE HER- AAAAAAAAAAAA- 😭😭😭
Hey yall :> So I'm lookin for an Alastor VA for an audio project I'm gonna be working on. I won't be able to pay as this is just for fun and I'm broke af atm unfortunately. :(
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Must audition w/a recording of your Alastor voice
NO AI WHATSOEVER
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