UAGAHAUAHU I LOVE SUB!VOX SM !!! I saw your A/N on recent post so i wanted to suggest/request something...what abt comforting (if yk what i mean~ 👀) past!vox/vincent after he got rejected by alastor?? Poor baby needs some love, i wanted to fit through my screen and give him the hugest kisses and hugs T-T <333
Hello, thank you for taking me up on that—I like the way you think... CRT!Vox was such a cutie!
CW/Tags: Smut, handjob, blowjob, Gentle-Dom!Reader, Sub Past!Vox, praise kink, some hurt/comfort
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Okay, So, for one, the very fascinating thing about this particular facet of Vox's personality is that it's really, by and far, the most him.
He's not hiding anything about himself, not acting with any ulterior motives the way he almost always does, but rather, just being himself! In love and sort and vulnerable.
And, well—you know how the story goes. He gets his heart stomped over the moment he bares it. Closes himself off, buries that vulnerability for good.
But... What if the story went a little differently? What if there was someone else he could just—be himself with?
That's where you come in.
Vox is just as willing to be his goofy, vulnerable self with you. You're... Different. Special.
So, when Alastor rejects him, the first person he turns to is you.
His worldview's been shaken up, and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He's not even sure you're not going to just kick him out at the door.
But you let him in. You lend a listening ear. And then...
"You know..." You murmur, a hand trailing down to fiddle with the hem of his pants. "I think I could make you forget about that loser."
Vox gasps as your hand gently presses at the tip of his cock—both at the sensation, and due to shock. Are you... Suggesting what he thinks you're suggesting? He half can't believe what he's hearing. On one end is the little voice whispering recycled insults taken straight from the events of prior hours—disappointing, pathetic-
And then your hand works him up again, and he forgets about it all in a daze.
"You like that?" You murmur, voice low and husky and one he'd like to drown in.
Vox rapidly nods. That seems to be the right response. Is there a right response here? He doesn't quite know—his mind is going fuzzy at the edges.
"Good," you say, sending a jolt of arousal shooting straight down his spine. At the ensuing full-body shudder, you laugh softly. "You're adorable."
Adorable. Good. Vox can't think about anything else, only those two words of praise, low and honeyed, gripping his mind in a vice.
You switch up in your ministrations, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, and he bites back a moan.
"Now, now," you say, voice gentle yet stern. "Don't hide your sweet voice."
The praise is enough to make him let out another humiliating noise, this time, one he doesn't try to stifle. You let out a pleased hum that sends vibrations straight down the back of his neck.
"Good boy."
And that's enough to send him straight to the edge, and he's oh so close when-
Your hand pulls away, leaving him humping the air.
"A-Ah...?" He starts. "Did I do something, or-"
You get on your knees, and it quickly becomes apparent what you actually sought to do.
Oh.
Oh.
Well, if you're offering...!
"I wouldn't want to make a mess, now," you say, tongue teasing at his shaft. Your eyes lock and he looks away with a flush—Wait, what the hell is he acting all- all awkward for? He's an overlord, not some- flustered maiden! This isn't even his first time!
Vox is about to try and do something, anything to reclaim his dignity, when your mouth envelops his length, and his brain short circuits. he's half sure he's got an error screen on right now.
Your tongue laps at the tip of his cock, before swirling around it like you're licking a lollipop, and oh, damn, is this what is means to see stars? Vox doesn't remember anything he was upset about anymore, all of it so, so fuzzy. All he can think about is you, your mouth around his cock, and-
It's the muffled "good" that tips him over the edge, and her knees buckle as he lets out a cry. It's all very unbecoming, most likely, but he can't bring herself to care, and you certainly don't, either, swallowing every last drop.
The world takes a while to fade into view after that. When it does, you're there, a wet cloth on his forehead and a warm smile.
"Feeling better?" You say. Vox rubs at his dampened eyes—damn, he hadn't even registered his own tears—and smiles nonetheless.
"...Thanks," he says. Your gaze softens in turn, a hand on his shoulder.
ALASTOR EATING HIS GILLS OUT. HOLY SHIT. OH MY GOD. I AM PUTTING THIS ON THE FRIDGE OF MY HEART. AND ALASTOR'S CUTE LITTLE WAGGY TAIL WHEN VOX ASKS HIM TO EAT HIM OUT LIKE THAT.... OHHH MY GOD. IT'S SO GOOD. I WOULD IN FACT PAY MONEY
Then it's a good thing I'm working on finishing some NSFW pieces to put on patreon! Once I find out how to post on there wtf why is it so complicated 😭
