• The media Overlord falls for you because you’re different.
Unpredictable. Not easy.
A challenge. And Vox loves nothing more than something he can’t immediately control.
• Vox is the last one to realize it’s a crush.
To him, it feels like strategic interest.
Until suddenly, it isn’t anymore.
• He invents reasons to see you.
Business meetings that aren’t necessary.
“Accidental” encounters that are anything but accidental.
• Vox stops really listening to others when you’re in the room.
Valentino talks, Velvette plans —
but his attention belongs only to you.
• He becomes territorial without noticing it.
Someone flirts with you?
Suddenly that person has technical problems. Permanently.
• Your social media activity is uncomfortably familiar to him.
He knows what you’re doing before you post it.
He calls it market research — or protection.
It’s probably stalking.
• When you smile at him, he forgets what he was about to say for a second.
His screen freezes.
Just briefly.
But it happens.
• He buys things you mentioned.
Casually. Weeks later.
“Had it lying around” — a lie.
He searched for it just to see you again.
Just to see that beautiful smile on your lips.
• Vox gets jealous over the stupidest things.
Your favorite café.
The show you watch without him.
Anything that gets your time instead of him.
He’d love to destroy every screen you own
so you’d only ever look at his.
• He dreams about you.
Even during the day.
Vox imagines the most romantic things he wants to do with you.
Of course, he’d never admit it.
• When you say his name, he stops.
Completely.
As if he needs to preserve the moment
before he can continue.
• Vox invents problems that only you can solve.
Just to have an excuse to ask for your help.
• He gets nervous when you look at him directly.
Too much eye contact and his circuits overheat.
Literally.
• Your opinion suddenly matters more than before.
In decisions that should belong only to him.
“What would you do?” —
a question he asks no one.
Except you.
• He saves every message from you.
Reads them again.
Analyzes every word, every emoji, every period.
Overinterprets everything.
• Vox becomes generous.
Only with you.
Favors without expecting anything in return.
Gifts without a reason.
He hates how transparent it is —
but he loves your smile and your joy.
• When you’re hurt, he turns cold.
Not toward you — toward the world.
Someone made you cry?
He finds out who and uses his power as an Overlord
to put them back in their place.
• He imagines what it would be like to wake up next to you
and have you be the first thing he sees.
• Vox practices conversations with you.
In his head.
Simulates scenarios.
Calculates the perfect response so nothing goes wrong.
And then forgets everything
when you’re actually standing in front of him.
• He gets softer when you’re alone together.
The mask slips.
Just a little.
Just for you.
• Your perfume lingers in his memory.
He smells it even when you’ve been gone for a while.
It drives him insane.
• Vox hates uncertainty.
But with you?
With you, he knows nothing.
And somehow, that’s the most exciting thing
that’s ever happened to him.
• He deletes photos of himself he doesn’t like
before you could see them.
As if your opinion matters more than his own.
• When you’re sick, he shows up.
Unannounced.
With everything you might need.
“I was in the area anyway” — another lie.
He always brings you a shark plushie too,
smelling like his perfume
so you won’t forget him.
• He watches you laugh with others
and wonders if you’d ever laugh like that with him.
Really laugh.
Without caution.
• Vox becomes possessive over things connected to you.
Your favorite spot?
Your favorite food?
Somehow it belongs to him too now.
At least in his head.
• He hates it when you cry.
It makes him feel powerless.
For someone like him, that’s the worst thing imaginable.
He’d do anything to make it stop.
• Your absence is noticeable.
Rooms feel emptier.
As if you took the color with you when you left.
• He talks to Valentino about you.
Tries to sound casual.
Fails miserably.
Val just grins — he knows exactly what’s going on.
• Vox imagines kissing you.
Constantly.
In the middle of meetings.
While working.
It annoys him how badly he wants it.
• When you compliment him, he plays it cool.
Inside? Fireworks.
Complete system reset.
He’ll never forget it.
• He wants to be your first.
In everything.
First choice.
First thought in the morning.
First person you call.
It eats him alive that he isn’t.
• Vox carries things you forgot.
A pen.
A lighter.
Little things.
He doesn’t give them back.
Trophies of his closeness to you.
• He would never call it “being in love.”
But when you leave,
it feels like a system error.
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Hi! I just started reading your post and your writing is excellent!! I was wondering if you could write a NSFW Lucifer x Reader , where Lucifer and Reader have been dating for a while but Lucifer is cautious in bed with Reader because he doesn’t want to scare her away with his dominant side, but reader actually is a sub and is into it? And keeps asking for him to show her his dominant side and on her birthday he does? Also can the reader have a praise kink too? If it’s too much I understand, thank you!
ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | “ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ” ——> ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.4ᴋ
Warnings: soft!dom!lucifer, monsterfucking (his demon form), he uses his tail to get you off, birthday sex, praise kink, afab!reader/ fem!reader, established relationship, creampie, rough-ish sex, p in v sex
a/n: hii love this req! I don’t really think of lucifer as a dom so I went for soft!dom, sorry if this is a bit iffy I just don’t see him that way 😭 other than that I loved writing this had sm fun haha hope you enjoy!
You traced the crook of Lucifer’s pale neck with your fingertip, sighing at the darkened purple marks and bruises littering his skin. He wrapped his arm around your waist, shivering slightly at your breath on his skin.
“What’s wrong?” He mumbled, voice muffled by the pillows and sheets. You let your head flop back, reveling in his warm embrace as an afterglow filled the air. “Nothing,” you muttered. He shifted around you, raising an eyebrow.
“Obviously it’s not nothing.”
You faltered, biting your lip before turning to him. “You know I can tell you hold back on me.” You rolled your eyes, clutching the displaced sheets around you as he turned to you, a blond lock falling over his forehead.
“And you know that I don’t want to scare you away.” He tried to wrap his arms around you but you shimmied away, and he looked at you despondently as you sat up, licking his lips nervously as his eyes fell on your body.
“You’d never scare me away,” you sighed. “It just doesn’t feel right.” You waved at the space between you and him. “It makes me feel like I’m not giving you enough… pleasure.”
“Pleasure?” he snickered, scooting towards you. You flushed as he wormed his way in between your legs, planting a kiss to your lips.
“Yes, pleasure,” you huffed. “We just fucked. You don’t have to make it… weird…!“ you trailed off as he began pressing more kisses, gradually becoming longer and deeper. You snaked your arms around his shoulders, tugging on the soft blond hair.
“How about we see how much pleasure I can give you?” He whispered breathlessly in between kisses, hands slipping around your waist. You bit back a moan.
“We just did,” you muttered, and his hand slipped in between your legs, eliciting a soft gasp. “Stop trying to change the subject. We were talking seriously-“ You cut off with a moan as he teased your entrance.
“Well we can talk about it in the morning.” His voice was husky on the shell of your ear. “Just let me make you feel good, ‘kay angel?” You sighed, slipping with him under the covers, unable to tear your eyes away from his triumphant grin.
“Fine.”
-
Morning came. You didn’t talk about it.
You pestered him for the rest of the day. You pestered him over breakfast. You two had to visit Charlie at the hotel, and you even pestered him there.
You leaned over as Charlie started animatedly explaining her project to open a library in the hotel. “You could dom me, you know,” you whispered. “If you’re into it, I wouldn’t mind.”
You watched as his face turned bright red, and he pushed you away. “Fuck’s sake, [name], not now,” he hissed under his breath.
“You won’t scare me away.”
“We can talk about it when we get home.”
You pressed your lips together in a pout, but didn’t say anything, just turned back to Charlie. Lucifer threw you a sidelong glance, licking his lips again before tearing his eyes away.
The ride home was tense. You turned to him, opened your mouth to talk. He glared at you.
“If it’s about that, then don’t even try.”
You huffed, rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms. “Pussy,” you muttered under your breath. You saw his grip tighten on the steering wheel, and assumed he’d grown angry, not noticing the way his face flushed and the way his heartbeat intensified.
He ignored you with a roll of his eyes, and your frustration festered.
You reached home. He still wouldn’t talk about it. You tried everything, from begging to seduction to bribery.
“I don’t get it,” you said, exasperated. “Why don’t you just fucking dominate me? Okay, it sounds weird and cringe when I say it like that, but-“
“You know what I don’t get?” Lucifer sighed, taking a sip from his mug, looking at you over the table. “Why you’re so hellbent on getting me to do that.”
You propped yourself up on your elbow, sighing but not saying anything, instead opting to glance out the window. Yeah, dude, I’m fucking into it, but I’m not gonna say it, am I? You sighed and picked at the foot on your plate, avoiding his pointed stare.
You glanced up at him, noticing a small smirk playing across his lips. You wondered if he could see your red face in the warm light, despite the darkness of the night out the window. “What?” You asked, miffed.
He shook his head wordlessly and turned his attention back on the food.
You chewed your lips, then rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the quickened thrum of your heartbeat.
“Whatever,” you muttered.
-
“Happy Birthday!” Charlie squealed, tossing a giant bucket of confetti in your face. You spluttered as a couple went inside your mouth.
“Charlie?” You squeaked. Lucifer circled his arm around your waist as Vaggie brought out a cake, decorated with lit candles. You bit back an excited squeal.
The room was dark when you had entered, but now the lights had switched on, revealing the hotel staff and residents who were all eager to surprise you. Confetti littered the floor, balloons stuck to the ceiling- and, in the back, a huge banner, spelling out “Happy Birthday [name]!” In colourful writing.
“You said we were coming for the library project,” you pointed out, jabbing Lucifer in the chest with a finger playfully. He chuckled, voice low as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Surprise?” He tried. You threw your arms around him.
“‘Course,” you mumbled, voice muffled as you spoke into the crook of his neck.
You hugged Charlie, too, and Vaggie and Angel, but didn’t get the chance to greet anyone else before Charlie swept you onto the couch for presents and cake. Your heart fluttered with warmth, as you looked around at everyone.
“Thank you for this, Charlie,” you murmured. She laughed and hugged you again. “It wasn’t just my idea. It was dad’s too. And, well everyone else here.” She pulled away. “We kind of collectively had the thought to throw you this.” She placed the knife in your hand, motioning for you to make the first cut.
Angel Dust had switched on some music- albeit inappropriate, and once everyone had finished their portion of cake he dragged you over to the bar.
“So, toots,” he smirked, nodding at Husk to pour you both some drinks, “How’s it going with Short King?”
“Ugh, fine.” You rolled your eyes as Husk slid over a glass. Angel raised an eyebrow.
“That means, not fine.”
You didn’t say anything, instead taking an aggravated gulp from your drink. Angel traced the rim of his glass, hands on his hips. “So, you wanna talk about it? Wait, no, actually, let me guess what it is.” He began listing situations off of his fingers. “Doesn’t make ya cum.” You blanched, but he ignored it, continuing. “Bad kisser? Oh, I know.” He dropped his voice to a scandalous whisper, placing his hand on your shoulder and drawing you in. “He has a foot fetish.”
“No, no and no!” You swatted his hand away, full of embarrassment as you glanced at Husk, who was side-eyeing you both. You gulped. “You didn’t hear that, did you?”
Husk gave a languid shrug. “Just somethin’ ‘boutta foot fetish.”
You flinched. “Well, just know,” you said hysterically, “that I do not have a foot fetish.” You gestured wildly to the room. “No one here has a foot fetish.”
He at you blankly, clearly not interested. “Right.”
“It’s true!”
“I believe ya.”
“You don’t sound very convinced.”
He rolled his eyes, disappearing from the bar, clearly having had enough of you. Angel blew a kiss after him before turning back to you. “So, what really is it?”
“Nothing important.” You sighed and set your almost empty glass down with a clink. “He’s great, really. He’s sweet, he’s kind, thoughtful, funny, gentle-“
“So it is the sex.”
You didn’t say anything.
“Huh. You woulda thought someone like him that’s been ‘round for so long would be better at fucking, but I guess not.”
“N-no!” You spluttered. “You’ve got it wrong, he’s great at sex. It’s-“ you glanced around quickly- “it’s addictive, really. He’s that good.” You sighed. “It’s just…”
“Just…?”
“So. I think he’s- I think he’s like, a top or a dom or whatever, right?”
A giant grin crept its way onto Angel’s face. You ignored it, albeit annoyed, and ploughed on.
“But he’s holding back on me. He says he doesn’t want to scare me away or hurt me, but he won’t! It’s so dumb, really. And I keep asking him to show me what he’s- show me his- you know, and he won’t!”
“Well, why’re ya so hellbent on getting him to top you?” Angel quizzed, rolling back his shoulders as he threw a seductive glance at a grumpy Husk on the other side of the room. His eyes flicked back to you. “You given him a reason why he should?” He leaned forward.
“Well, no,” you grumbled. “But I don’t see why I need to.”
“You’re into it, aren’t ya?” He said, smirking. You flinched.
“Oh well like maybe.” You shrugged, face burning up. “Don’t see why that’s significant.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Sure. Well, wishin’ ya luck.” He raised his glass. “Here’s to hopin’ he’ll finally rail you tonight.” You picked up your half- empty one and tapped them together with a clink.
“Cheers,” you muttered, downing the last few drops of alcohol from the bottom of the glass, as Angel followed suit.
“[name].” You turned to see Charlie standing behind you, her hand closing around your wrist as she dragged you into the dance floor- aka the center of the lobby. “Come dance with us!”
You let out a giddy laugh as she grabbed both your hands, bopping to the music. It was endearing. You twirled her around, and she picked you up and spun you before you twirled her again and released her into Vaggie’s arms, and her girlfriend swept her away into their own bubble as the music slowed.
Hands closer around your waist as you looked up to see Lucifer. “Hey,” you said breathlessly. He pressed you closer.
“Missed you,” he mumbled. You laughed again.
“We’ve been in the same room the whole time,” you teased, placing a hand on his chest. He smiled softly, eyes lidded as you snaked your arms around his shoulders.
“Well, we haven’t had much alone time together since the start of the day, have we?”
“We can have some together once we get home.” You winked at him. “Just you and-“
“Angel! The fuck is this romantic shit? Put on something cunty!” Cherri’s racous screams from the other side of the room cut across your suggestive sentence. The cyclops then ran over to you, grabbing you and pulling you over to herself.
Lucifer sighed as you slipped from his arms, the beat of the music thrumming through the ground. Cherri whooped. “Sorry, bitch, she’s mine for this song!” She yelled across to him. He chuckled and shook his head as Cherri’s voice struck out again.
“C’mon, [name], shake your ass like you mean it!”
And yours: “The fuck?! I can’t-“
“Yeah you can!”
“I’m not shaking my…” Your voice trailed off as he tuned you out, going to search for Husk to see if the cat was willing to show him another card trick.
-
“Fuck, that was awesome.” You flopped down next to him in the car, grinning. “Best birthday ever.” You sighed, leaning your head against the window as the car drove off.
He glanced at you. “Good to know,” he chuckled. You sighed contentedly, and for a moment all was silent.
“What were you saying, by the way?” He cleared his throat. “About, spending some time together, me and y- I mean, you’re probably tired-“ he looked away nervously, and you chuckled.
“Oh, I’m not tired,” you murmured, staring straight at him, and you watched his jaw tense and grip tighten. The air grew tense.
“Good,” he muttered, so quiet you barely even heard him, then raised his voice again, repeating his word, more steady and louder this time. “Good.”
-
“Luci?” You murmured, feeling his hands wrap around your waist, breath shaky on your neck.
“Mhm?” His fingers teased the hem of your top, worming their way beneath the fabric to touch your bare skin. You shivered against his back.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You tried to keep your voice light and playful, but when he slowly pressed his hips against yours and bit down on your neck it dissipated into something breathy and shaky.
“Spending some time alone with you.”
You hummed, turning around to face him. His hands fell to your hips, squeezing gently as you flushed. “Really?”
He nodded, eyes flicking to your lips as he leaned in for a kiss. You pulled away, eyes locking onto his. “Bedroom?”
He grinned, sharp teeth glinting. “Thought you’d never ask.”
-
“Fuck, Lucifer,” you gasped with him buried in between your legs, lapping at your cunt like a starved man. His hands dug into your thighs, and when you tried to squirm he’d leave a harsh slap on the soft skin, telling you to stay still.
“What’s this?” You grinned breathlessly, fighting to keep your voice even as you pushed yourself up. He pulled away, chin coated in your slick. The very sight made you throb. “You’ve never told me what to do in bed before.”
For a moment he was silent, eyes boring into your face, still against your legs like a statue. His fingers dug in a little deeper and you yelped. He pushed himself up onto you, pinning you down as he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. He leaned close, teeth grazing over your neck.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” He hissed. You throbbed again, the slickness between your thighs growing as your heart pounded against your ribcage. You wondered if he could hear it.
“I-“
“Hush.” His lips began trailing your jaw and neck, leaving bites and hickeys in a trail. He slowly ground his hips against yours, and you whimpered before rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction but only making the problem worse. “Tell me what you want.”
“I-“ you cut off, too breathless to speak. He’d never looked at you this way before. You’d never been in this position with him. “I want you to…”
“Mhm?” He coaxed gently, slowly rubbing his thumb against your clit. You arched your back, pressing your body against his. “Go on.”
“Fuck,” you hissed. “I want you to fuck me.”
He chuckled, voice low before sitting back and away from you. His hands found his zipper.
You looked around nervously, unable to look straight at him.
What was wrong with you? You’d never been with him like this before. Usually it was you on top of him, asking him what he wanted, making him beg for it, touching him-
What changed?
You glanced at him nervously.
You tried to calm your nerves. You’d asked for this. You’d asked for this for ages. Sitting up, your eyes followed his movements.
His hands were on your hips again, pulling you to him and crushing his mouth on yours. All the breath sucked out of your lungs as you whimpered into the kiss, hand fondling the growing bulge in his pants.
He bit down on your lip, and you both fell back into the covers. He pushed himself up, grinning uncontrollably down at you. “Fuck, angel, you look perfect.”
The praise made your heat burn even more, sending fire to your cheeks. It didn’t go unnoticed by him.
He quickly got to undressing you, unbuttoning your shirt and sliding down your skirt, and you shuddered, reaching for the buttons on his own shirt. You pulled him in for another kiss, bodies pressed together. Warmth radiated from him like a beacon.
His hands slipped their way in between your thighs again, pushing your legs open. A soft whimper escaped him when he saw how wet you were, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
With one swift thrust he entered. You sucked in a harsh breath as he gave a small, exhilarated laugh, voice quivering with pleasure as your walls contracted around him. He pressed in deeper, and the deep kiss of his cock inside you made you throw your head back, bucking your hips up.
“Fuck,” he burst out, and you felt a searing heat surround the two of you. You screwed your eyes shut, and when you finally opened them, you were gazing into red eyes instead of yellow ones.
His wings had burst from his back, arching out behind him, and horns protruding from his head. He bit his lip, a worried expression on his face. “Shit, sorry angel. I got excited and I-“
“No it’s…” your eyes roved up and down his body. “It’s nice.” It’s hot was what you meant to say, and he must have sensed it too because he laughed as your hips bucked into him again.
He grabbed your hips and pushed them back down. “Hush,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you this time.” But his voice was shaking and his face was flushed. You sank down, trying to relax as he pressed more kisses and love bites along your collarbone to your shoulder.
Slowly he began moving, and a small moan slipped out of you, agonized by the slow pace. “Go faster,” you hissed, throwing an arm over your eyes.
“Maybe if you ask nicely.” You could almost hear the grin in his voice. You sucked in a quivering breath.
“Please, go faster.”
He chuckled, satisfied, before picking up the pace. You dug your nails into his shoulders, eyes tearing up as it grew faster, almost brutal, and he leaned down to nibble at the shell of your ear, almost crushing you down into the bed below. It rocked underneath, the sound lain underneath the soft moans and grunts filling the room.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groaned. Another wet kiss to your jaw. “So good for me, hmm? My perfect angel.” Another snap of his hips along with the sweet nothings he whispered into your ears had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head, and he laughed quietly at the sight, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His tail snaked in between both your bodies, the tip swirling around your clit and making you let out a shaky, pleading moan.
“Mhmm, so good for you,” you managed to gasp out through short, quick breaths, trying to catch your breath under his weight and his pace and the abuse of your clit. He nipped at your shoulder and you grabbed his face with shaking hands, pulling it to yours for a sloppy kiss. The pleasure built up to an unbearable pressure, waiting to be released.
“I think I-“ you felt so good you thought you might die, hands falling away from Lucifer to grip and claw at the sheets beneath you. “I think I’m gonna cum-“
“Go ahead,” he whispered against your lips. “Cum for me, angel.”
You did, released around his cock, shockwaves of pleasure and relief turning your limbs numb. He fucked you through the orgasm, drawing it out long and slow, your whimpers and moans sounding like a sweet melody to him. “You look so pretty,” he groaned, breath hot on the shell of your ear. “Fuck- I think- I think I’m gonna cum too-“
You wrapped your arms around him, raking at his back, trails your fingernails were sure to leave burning on his pale skin. “Cum in me, Lucifer,” you gasped. Those words themselves were enough to make his cock throb, as he finished, cum feeling hot inside you before he fucked it in deeper. You whimpered before he finally pulled out, flopping down beside you. Your brain had tuned out what he was saying, which was muffled through the haze of arousal.
“…you, thank you, my good girl-“ He pressed his forehead against yours. “I fucking love you,” You shivered and he flopped down next to you, drawing you in close and burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“I love you too,” you murmured, on the verge of passing out. You rolled over so you could kiss him.
“Happy birthday,” he chuckled anxiously. “Was it good?”
You wrapped your arms around him. “Best birthday gift I could have asked for.”
Valentine’s day has made its way to heaven once again, I was pacing back and forth in my room, I wasn’t ready for this I’m never ready for this Last year (Y/N) Got me a Teddy bear which lays soundly on my bed, Flowers which lay in a vase on my desk luckily for heaven they don’t wilt, and a box of chocolates which ate long ago, it’s still scares me that Valentine’s day is here again I need to find the perfect gift to get her this year but nothing is coming to mind, I grabbed a chunk of my hair nearly ripping it out of my scalp from the stress, I kept pacing till a knock at my door startled me out of my daze.
I hesitantly answered the door only to see Emily and St. Peter with devious grins as if they were planning something I stared at them with a confused look tilting my head to the side. “Oh, hello my friends, what brings you here??” I opened my door wider for the two to enter my home.
“Don’t play coy with his Abel, we want to know your plan, the itinerary, and the idea of what you're going to get (Y/N) for Valentine’s Day! We're dying to know!” Emily shot up with her usual energetic energy.
I froze. I didn't know what to say. They are here to hear what I got, but I got nothing. I don't know what to do but I knew I couldn’t stay quiet. I had to tell my friends; I had to tell them I don’t know what to do. “I love your energy Emily really; I do but I don’t have anything! I don’t have an idea, a plan or anything on what to get her! I don’t know what to do. Please, you both are my closest friends. I need help.” I looked at Emily and St. Peter with pleading eyes; I watched as they looked at one another then back at me with soft smiles.
“Of course we’ll help! What are friends for? Now I have a little Idea of what you can get her, I overheard her talking to Lily the other day and she said she always wanted that cute Angel sheep that was displayed in the store front of Toy’s Toys and more, "You could get her that!” Peter spoke out with a large toothy grin; I gave it some thought before nodding along with them.
“You really think she’ll like that stuffed sheep?” I looked out the window spotting (Y/N) Talking to another angel outside my heart beating with fear she might not like what I get her but I have to try, I stood up straight and flew straight out towards the toy store hoping the stuffed sheep had not yet sold out, I barged into the tiny little store looking around frequently for the item I longed for and there it was, I rushed over trying to grab the arm of the stuffed toy only to trip over a discarded toy that either fell from the shelf or was dropped by a child and has not been put away by any of the staff, I swiftly recovered bringing myself back to my feet only to notice the toy it was gone, I looked all over only to see that a small young child had it, I couldn’t take it from her she got it before I could and the small child seem so fond of her new toy I gave a small sad smile before leaving the store empty handed, I plumped down on the side walk, eyes glossing over with tears as I failed to get her what she had wanted
As I sat alone on the sidewalk, the sun blazing as brightly as ever only to be blocked out by a shadow hovering over me I slowly looked up only to find (Y/N) standing in front of me with a worried look on her face. “Abel? Are you ok? Why are you crying? There is nothing you should be sad about.” I watched as she sat in the empty space beside me as if she was trying to give me company.
“O-oh? This... I'm sorry I didn’t mean to worry you, it's nothing! I’m fine! Completely fine.” I let out a nervous laugh at first. It sounded believable but (Y/N) didn’t buy it one bit when I looked over at her again, she had one of those looks that screams ‘I don’t Believe you one bit.’ My heart sank as I looked down at my now trembling hands “Your right... I’m not fine the truth is I tried to get you that Angelic sheep plush I heard you wanted but as I tried to get one a little girl beat me to it and I couldn’t take it from her she got to it first and now I got nothing to give you for Valentines day I wanted to thank you for last year's gifts but I failed I’m sorry.” I kept staring at my own trembling hands scared that I ruined Valentine's Day, that was still I felt a warm embrace engulf me into a giant hug I looked ever at (Y/N) My eyes wide, I couldn’t look away I was too scared to.
“Oh Abel I only wanted that Stuffed Toy because it reminded me of you, It’s cute and fluffy reminds me of your chubbiness which I love oh so much, I don’t care if you couldn’t get the plush all I care is that you enjoy it instead of stressing over a silly toy but you can make it up to me by taking me out to dinner?” (Y/N) spoke with that beautiful angelic voice of hers my cheeks glowing a slight golden color at the idea of taking her out to dinner I didn’t know what to say but it’s an opportunity to take her on a date and she even said she loves my chubbiness I felt like crying again but forced the tears to stay put I quickly stood up bringing her along with me resulting and a startled laugh coming from her I quickly pulled her into a tight hug.
“Yes! I’ll make it up to you totally. How about 8 tonight?? I’ll pick you up at your place and give us some time to get ready! I’ll pick a wonderful place, and you won’t be disappointed!” I quickly flew off flying over Emily and Peter who were walking by causing confused glances at one another before continuing their day. Today was one of the best I’ve ever had, and I have a date and that is what matters. I will make this date the best ever.
Y/N (P.O.V)
I watched as Abel flew off my cheeks turning a slight golden color as I was going out to dinner with Abel the one angel I have had a crush on for decades and what he didn’t know was that I already owned that cute Angel sheep plush it was a gift from Emily and Peter since they knew Abel would be a bit clumsy and miss his chance at getting it for me so the amazing friends as they were bought it gifting it to me in his place it was the sweetest thing and I just didn’t have the heart to tell him so it’ll be our little secret.
Musing:
A reader who owns and runs a dingy little corner store near the Hazbin Hotel. It's dimly lit (because electricity costs money!) and the shelves are in 3-4 different styles frankenstein-ed from dumpsters. There's a little area for fresh food, mostly bread, bananas, and salad mix. Canned or boxed foods and snack foods line the shelves. There's an array of drinks in the wall fridge. A large freezer has dumplings, nuggets, 'finger' food, and other buried treasures, and there's a bucket at one end of the freezer for ice-pops and other ice cream treats. There's a shelf with tools, ammunition, and off-brand children's toys.
This store is for some reason the only store (insert person) can find (niche comfort food/drink) !
The floors are technically clean but the floor is so old it forever looks dirty.
Nothing in the store screams 'high class' but there is definitely a fancy wine in stock , and a few inconsistent items like a new in-the-box printer, fancy books, and plush towels. There's a box with new clothes, and another with mid-tier make-up products.
The clerk counter is scuffed, it's weathered many hold-ups and robberies. The cash register looks to be from the 30's. There's a cot stuffed behind the counter along with a bunch of other clutter in boxes.
Reader is just serving the community, they've seen some shit and aren't interested in drawing too much attention. They make enough to pay bills, and fix shit up as it falls apart (or is blown apart). There's a lot of downtime between customers so the reader has a habit of trying to learn something new with their time. Most people walking in catch them reading a book but not many even spare a thought for the title and content of the book.
• His Screen Glows
When you sleep, he unconsciously dims all nearby screens – including his own. As if he’s guarding you, even from himself.
• Small Touches
He hates being vulnerable, yet sometimes his hand finds yours – no plan, no motive. Just because it feels right.
• Everything Remembered
Vox notices the way you drink your coffee, the side of the bed you prefer, the temperature that makes you comfortable. Details he never speaks of – but never forgets.
• Subtle Affection
“I love you” rarely passes his lips. Instead, he shows it in a faint smile, a hand on your waist, or silently watching over you.
• Protective Instinct
He ensures your safety – often before danger even reaches your awareness.
• Controlled Power Play
Vox takes the lead in the relationship, not to control you, but as a dance of trust and dominance. If you lead briefly, he welcomes it – he knows your strength.
• Sharp Humor
Sarcasm, subtlety, dark wit – his signature. He teases you when you’re serious for no reason, sometimes testing, sometimes simply for amusement.
• Secret Gestures
A favorite snack you once mentioned, a song he plays only for you, a message you understand later – these quiet acts are his language of care.
• Emotional Intimacy Through Action
Words aren’t his way. Protection, attention, shared secrets – these speak louder. Yet for you, he whispers those three magic words, again and again.
• Jealousy
Possessive, subtle. Anyone who crosses your boundaries will feel it immediately. But your closest friends remain safe – even if their name is Alastor, which tests him more than he admits.
• Surprising Tenderness
Behind closed doors, the cold, calculating figure becomes gentle, attentive, almost tender.
• Long-Term Commitment
Every gesture, visible or hidden, is made for both of you. You are everything his cold heart needs.
• Absolute Loyalty
Once he claims his affection, he protects you relentlessly, no matter the threat.
• Unobtrusive Attention
He notices the smallest changes in your mood, gestures, or ideas, often anticipating your next interest before you do.
• Physical Closeness as a Signal
A hand on your shoulder, a touch to your hair, a finger tracing yours – more expressive than words.
• Subtle Tests
He observes your reactions, testing your trust – never cruel, always intriguing. This sometimes btings both of you in awkward situations.
• Possessive but Charming
He asserts quietly that you’re his: lingering touches, subtle dominance, kisses that stay too long without demand.
• Uncompromising Decisions
When it’s about you both, he decides swiftly, rationally, often before you notice.
• Unexpected Gifts
He gives what you need before you ask – a pet, a surprise, something perfect. A horse? A stable is built. A fish? Shok.Wav’s aquarium is ready - they'll become best friend. Trust.
• Slow Opening
Trust unlocks him. Vulnerability blooms in intensity, not quantity.
• His Way of Arguing
He rarely raises his voice. Calm, precise words carry weight. Yet when pushed, he can erupt like Alastor – something he deeply wishes to avoid.
• Special Rituals
Shared dinners, secret code words, tiny traditions – these tie him to you, quietly sacred.
♡𓆝 ♡𓆝 ♡𓆝 ♡𓆝 ♡𓆝
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Autor's Note:
Hey!
I thought after this hard Chapter 9 all off you needed a treat! No worries. Chapter 10 is in rework and the cliffhanger will be solved by tomorrow! I'll link chapter 10 when it is online.
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I don't need you - Chapter 1 | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel
NOTES: This fic explores manipulation, obsession, loss of bodily autonomy, and power dynamics. A dark romance. For some of the Plots you are a succubis. No character is fully innocent. That is the point.
Please take care while reading 🖤🎞️
CW: Hell / Demons / Afterlife, Mentions of suicide (past, non-graphic), Child death (non-graphic), Emotional manipulation, Dark themes, Toxic dynamics, Power imbalance, Slavery (fantasy context).
WORD COUNT: ~1.7k
Tabel of content I Prologue I Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 |
ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ
ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ
POV: Y/N
70 years later.
I sat on my balcony, bored, overlooking the Entertainment District of the city.
Vincent — now calling himself Vox — had taken over half of Hell with his madness.
Well, at least the Pride Ring.
For seventy years, I had done nothing.
No signs. No traces. No connection to the myth.
After he killed me, I wanted nothing to do with him anymore.
I built my own life.
I enslaved many sinners — for my own benefit.
Of course, that also meant responsibility. Protecting them.
I never lost my sense of family.
At the beginning, I took everyone in.
Now, it’s something exclusive.
No technology in my house.
So Vox wouldn’t catch wind of my existence.
My tea was still warm, an old novel resting in my hands.
“Miss,” a voice called out.
It belonged to the child who had taken his own life.
I looked up at him.
“Yes, darling?”
He fidgeted with his fingers, unsure.
“I know I’m not allowed to go outside, but… I’d really like a new book.”
It warmed my heart.
Since arriving in Hell, I had read a lot — about supernatural powers, but also just for pleasure.
Some of the sinners I took in, I taught how to read.
I wanted them to survive on their own.
With a heavy heart, I stood up.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Without hesitation, the child grabbed onto my leg.
Charlie was a sweet boy.
Despite my appearance, he trusted me immediately.
He said his mother had been a stripper.
Given that I unfortunately resemble a succubus, I could understand the confusion.
Charlie had taken his own life.
He grew up in an environment that drained him of every ounce of hope.
He was new to Hell — and even his appearance showed how he died.
His throat had been cut.
Even children who only searched for a way out were sent here, simply because they were suicides.
Sometimes I wanted to storm Heaven and ask which synapses weren’t firing properly up there.
Graceful and proud, I walked through the streets with him.
The children and the hopeless soothed me.
They brought me back to the person I once was.
Seventy years ago, I never thought I’d become “good” again.
We stopped in front of a bookstore.
Charlie had unknowingly led me dangerously close to Vox’s territory.
His face was pressed against the glass.
A blue limousine drove past.
My eyes snapped to the license plate.
Vox.
The car stopped.
I bared my teeth.
Then the TV Demon stepped out.
Shock froze me.
His smile.
His aura.
It pulled me into a trance I never wanted to feel again.
I struggled to tear my eyes away.
Beside him stood a girl, typing on her phone.
“Well now,” he said smoothly, flashing his sharp teeth.
“And who do we have here? I don’t believe I know you.”
I eyed him warily.
“Miss, that’s Vox!” Charlie beamed.
Vox’s eyes slid down to the boy.
I immediately placed my arm in front of Charlie.
He looked up at me, hurt.
I met Vox’s gaze, fully aware of who he was.
“But Miss, he’s the coolest of the Vees!” Charlie tugged at my leg.
Vox’s sharp smile never faded.
His two mismatched eyes tried to burrow into me.
“Oh, let him come to me,” Vox purred.
“I’m great with kids.”
He crouched down and opened his arms.
“It’s fine,” I said calmly, watching him closely.
A test.
Charlie ran into his arms.
If anything happened to him, I’d handle it.
The revenge would be mine.
Without batting an eye, I entered the bookstore, pretending to browse.
It seemed Vox didn’t recognize me.
Charlie followed me inside, then grabbed my leg again.
I looked down at him coolly.
“What is it?”
A hand landed on my shoulder.
Cold.
Too precise — like everything had been planned long time ago.
Sharp claws glinted in the light.
“Oh, nothing special,” Vox cooed.
“I’d just love for you to visit the V Tower sometime.”
My heart sped up.
It still reacted to him — even after he poisoned it.
Charlie wriggled excitedly at my leg.
I considered it.
I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible — but it’s always useful to stay close to your enemy.
“Please, Mom,” Charlie begged.
Vox and I looked at him.
“Please?” I echoed softly.
“I may be your caretaker in some way,” I corrected him gently,
“but that’s no reason to call me that.”
Vox grinned.
“Didn’t know having kids in Hell was even possible.”
His hands rested on my shoulders.
He would’ve loved to keeped her if he would knew — feeding his god complex.
I clenched my teeth in disgust.
“Charlie, go pick a book,” I said, patting his head.
He disappeared between the occult shelves.
I turned back to Vox.
Are we playing a new chess game he knows nothing about — or am I the trapped one?
“So,” I asked politely,
“you want us to visit?”
His sharp teeth flashed.
“Absolutely!”
The excitement was palpable — coming from him.
“I’m always there for my littlest fans.”
If I didn’t know who he truly was, I might have fallen for his charm.
Thoughtful — though my decision was already made — I said,
“But what about my other souls? They might get jealous.”
I looked at him sadly.
He surely believed I was someone who cared for lost souls.
Which he despised.
He had no empathy — but he needed us.
Attention was his drug.
The thought of more souls feeding his relevance clearly pleased him.
“No problem at all,” Vox smiled.
“Bring all your ‘children.’”
I glanced back at Charlie.
He ran toward me with two books.
“Miss! I found one for you and one for me!”
I took them from him.
“You know,” Vox added casually,
“you could just buy a TV or a phone.”
“No, thank you,” I cut him off.
“I want my children to learn how to read and write.”
His grin widened.
“Good. Very good!”
“That makes social media much easier for them.”
I ushered Charlie to the register, rolling my eyes.
How could someone be like this?
How did I ever love him?
My heart ached.
At the counter, Vox placed a credit card down.
“My treat.”
I turned to him.
“I have my own ways,” I snapped.
Unfazed.
Did he really have no idea who he was standing in front of?
I built this bastard.
I reached for the cashier’s soul, shifting his emotions to fear.
With one eye, I hypnotized him.
“Give me the damn books for free, sweetheart.”
His eyes turned pink.
He obeyed.
It was dangerous to show Vox what I could do.
But I needed it.
I was more than just this little game on a screen.
If he killed me again, there would be no life after this one.
Vox looked down at me.
Surprise flickered across his screen.
“Thank you, Vox,” I said sweetly, herding Charlie out.
He followed.
Shaking his head, he held the limo door open.
“I could drive you home.”
“No,” I said flatly, waving him off.
Getting Charlie to move was harder than expected.
“Then tomorrow. Noon,” Vox called cheerfully, climbing in.
The limousine drove away.
Back home, I sat with Charlie and the others, teaching them to read.
A faint beeping sound lingered.
Annoyed, I took Charlie to the bathroom.
“You’re taking a bath now.”
He undressed.
No wounds.
Just tattoos — like all sinners. Stories of who they were.
I took his clothes and threw them into the washing machine.
The beeping stopped.
A bug.
Vox had planted a bug.
That bastard.
He knew where I lived.
I was his new target.
So I decided not to give him time.
I clapped my hands.
“Alright everyone. We’re going on a trip.”
A small army of souls cheered.
They were all my slaves — and, in a way, my children.
Vox was in for something.
We headed toward Cannibal Town.
Until noon tomorrow, I’d keep moving.
I wanted to flee Hell — but there was no escape.
I sat on a bench, exhausted.
How do I survive this?
One of us has to die.
My head throbbed.
Then it hit me like electricity.
A deal.
If he broke it and tried to kill me again — he’d die first.
I grinned cruelly, claws digging into the bench.
POV: Vox
Satisfied, I watched my screens.
You, sitting on that bench.
Trying to run from me.
I grinned at her silhouette.
If only you knew how much I knew about you — who you are, what you can do.
Those seventy years weren’t just spent building my empire.
They were spent watching her.
I’ll never let her go again.
Not after what happened to me.
“My love,” I purred dangerously —
—and meant it in a way she never wanted to hear again.
ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ
Autors Note:
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I don't need you - Prologue | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel
NOTES: This fic explores manipulation, obsession, loss of bodily autonomy, and power dynamics. A dark romance. For some of the Plots you are a succubis.
Still dazed from the night before, I pushed myself upright and sat down on the edge of my lover’s bed.
Or should I say business partner?
The 1950s were more modern than ever. Together, we had lifted television to the top.
He, the so-called mastermind with his cult.
Me, the one who refined everything — who brought emotion into the picture, elevated the product, sharpened it into something addictive.
But we both knew it wasn’t real.
We slept together to satisfy ourselves.
No love. No feelings.
Just using each other’s talent to get ahead.
My life had always been like that.
I had always manipulated people to get what I wanted.
The only thing I stayed loyal to was family.
Whether because I was a family person — or simply because I was a woman.
And yet, in my mid-thirties, I had none of my own.
No husband.
No children.
My gaze drifted to the birth control pill on the nightstand.
That would never change.
Tired, I reached for it — and noticed a note beneath.
The name “Vincent” was written on it.
That bastard.
Now he was starting to write me love letters.
I crumpled the note and threw it onto the floor.
With a glass of water from the nightstand, I swallowed the pill, then gathered my clothes from the floor and got dressed.
Women weren’t allowed to wear trousers.
So, like always, I put on one of my business dresses.
Despite the lack of rights, I had worked my way up.
Or maybe I should say: slept my way up.
None of it was a privilege.
I had earned every inch. With or without my body.
Vincent and I both knew we were using each other like chess pieces in our own game.
Either of us would sacrifice the other without hesitation.
I drove toward the studios.
A sharp pain stabbed into my chest.
Like menstrual cramps, I tried to ignore it and kept driving.
But it didn’t stop.
My hand pressed against my chest as the pain tightened.
Suddenly, breathing became difficult.
Panic spread through me.
I coughed, gasping for air as the pain intensified.
My heart cramped — skipped — stopped.
Darkness crept into my vision.
I could barely keep my hands steady on the steering wheel.
Then it was over.
Pain and darkness won.
When I came to, I found myself standing before a golden gate.
Everything was blurred.
An angel was arguing with someone.
I barely managed to lift my head —
and then I fell.
No struggle.
No scream.
It was my fate.
The blue sky around me turned red, and I hit the ground hard.
“Ah!” I cried out, gasping for air.
I lay there for minutes, staring up at a glaring red sky.
Where am I?
I forced myself upright — and noticed my skin had turned pink.
My hair was long and white now, the front strands tinted pink.
A strange feeling spread through me.
I rushed to a window, catching my reflection.
My heart dropped.
Two horns had grown from my head — asymmetrical, slightly curved back.
Pink-and-black wings.
A tail, ending in a heart-shaped tip.
Black and red eyes.
I knew exactly what I was.
A succubus.
A creature meant to manipulate others through lust and desire.
But there was more.
Black fluid ran from the corners of my lips.
I tried to wipe it away with my hand — tipped with long, sharp nails — but it wouldn’t come off.
On my chest, where my heart had once beaten, something poisonous pulsed beneath the skin.
It clicked instantly.
“Vincent!”
The demons around me stared.
That bastard had switched my pills.
He had killed me.
Rage burned through my veins as I stormed through the streets of Hell.
So there was a life after death.
I hoped he’d die soon too — so we could have a lovely life down here together.
A cruel smile spread across my face.
I kicked open the door of a shop.
“Hey, asshole!” I shouted at the demon behind the counter.
Uninterested, it kept reading its newspaper.
“Hey!” I yelled again, slamming my hands onto the counter.
“What?” the red creature snapped, dragging on its cigarette and blowing smoke at me.
I just stared.
“I want to know what the hell is going on,” I growled.
“You’re in Hell. Figure it out yourself,” it grinned.
Without hesitation, I grabbed its head.
My right eye twitched.
“You’re going to explain this. Now.”
Its eyes turned pink.
“You’re in Hell,” it said flatly.
“Sinners and demons who didn’t make it to Heaven end up here.
Some things are like the human world — but I’m just an Imp.”
Imps.
Of course.
“Tell me more,” I whispered into its ear.
“There are seven rings of Hell.
But sinners are stuck in Pride.
The others are forbidden to them.”
I smashed its head against the counter and walked out.
Just like the human world.
If I was going to survive my first night here, I needed a plan.
POV: Vincent
I returned to the hotel room in high spirits.
The bed was empty.
The letter I had written lay crumpled on the floor.
The poisoned pill — swallowed.
I burst into laughter.
She was dead.
My plan had worked.
I collapsed onto the floor, laughing uncontrollably.
All her data, the network it was mine now.
She would never cross me again.
This game had been fun.
A few days later, police officers came to my office.
“I’m afraid we have bad news,” one of them said.
“Your business partner was involved in a car accident and died at the scene.”
Inside, I laughed.
Outside, I looked devastated.
They didn’t investigate further.
How easy.
I even took careof both of Maria’s funeral — gladly.
I was absolutely certain she was dead.
At one of my meetings in the local aquarium, my followers gathered in an empty tank filled with water and blood.
Televisions surrounded my throne.
A part of me wished I would die too — just to see her again.
I did a lot of crazy stuff since she isin't with me anymore.
Then it happened.
A television crashed down onto my head.
My right eye burst.
The impact alone was enough.
I was dead.
ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ꫂ ၴႅၴ
Autors Note:
Hey, I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think about. It's my first time writting in englisch, so check out my Wattpad if you read/speak german! It's also my first dark romance. Normaly a romince from me is more power of friendship. So after 10 years i switch things up a bit.
I don't need you - Chapter 7 | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel
Note: He killed her once — and still can’t let her go.
In Hell, love is a weapon — and Vox has never learned how to let go.
A dark romance. For some of the Plots you are a succubus. No character is fully innocent. That is the point.
Please take care while reading 🖤🎞️
CW: depictions of violence, graphic injury/death, blood, manipulation/mind control, power imbalance, possessive behavior, emotional distress, and non-consensual experimentation.
He had woken me up in the middle of the night yesterday—overstimulated, euphoric, completely high on sex and success—to tell me that Vox had been wild in bed. Half asleep, I had only given him a thumbs-up and rolled over.
But the moth pulled me back. “We have to have breakfast together tomorrow, babygirl.”
So now I was waiting here. Down in front of the Tower. The morning sun burned down on Pentagram City.
“Good morning~” Valentino sang and walked toward me. His stride was confident, his grin victorious.
“Sleep well?” I grinned amusedly and slipped my phone into my purse.
“Oh yes.” He beamed. “I’m so ready for breakfast, babygirl.”
Laughing, I got into the waiting car. Valentino followed, theatrically dropping into his seat.
“I have no idea what it’s like when two men have sex.” I looked at him, examined his outfit. Red. Fur. Pure pimp aesthetic. “But I know what Vox likes in women. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you which of those things also apply to men.”
“Oh, I don’t need that.” Valentino laughed, lighting a cigarette. Pink smoke filled the car. “My sex-pedia is exceptional.”
“Got another one?” I gestured at the pack.
Valentino reached into his pocket and tossed it to me. I took a cigarette. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, babygirl.” His gold tooth flashed.
I lit my cigarette with a small electric spark. Inhaled. Smoke filled my lungs, nicotine flooded my body. Unlike Valentino’s, my cigarette burned gold.
“Where are we going? A specific place?”
“Yes.” Valentino’s grin widened. “It’s very expensive. Very popular.”
It was impossible to miss how pleased he was. The fact that I had turned Vox on so much that he slept with Valentino. That I had given myself to Valentino—at least on the surface.
But I knew: Vox would come.
He would get me.
Sooner or later.
────୨ৎ────
When we arrived at the café, we got out.
Everyone immediately stared at us. They backed away from Valentino—fear, respect. With me, it was whispering. Curiosity. Who is she?
We sat down at a table outside.
“Let me call a bodyguard if we’re sitting out here.” I pulled out my phone and texted Balduin.
Less than five minutes later, he was standing in front of me.
“Oh, that was fast.” Valentino leaned back, resting his head on his hands. “Are you that fast in bed too?”
Balduin blushed. Looked away.
“How shy,” Valentino breathed. “Cute.”
A waiter brought us the menus.
I skimmed mine, then grinned wickedly at Valentino. “I have a soul deal with Vox. He takes care of my well-being as long as I stay at your Tower. So he can pay for today too, right?”
“No, bitch.” Valentino’s eyes sparkled. “I use my own money. We work together, but I’m not dependent.”
My eyes lit up. “I like that.”
I checked him out. Slowly. Deliberately.
“Hey, what’s that look for, sister?” He flirted back.
I laughed. He laughed with me.
────୨ৎ────
Valentino ordered coffee and a breakfast set. I ordered the same—just with tea.
“Ugh.” Valentino suddenly looked to the side.
I followed his gaze. “What is it?”
“That bitch.” His voice dripped with disdain. “I can’t stand her. Look at her.”
I looked. A sinner. Loud. Too loud. Her voice cut through the entire café. Her outfit was… questionable.
It didn’t bother me much. But the volume? That was too much.
I stood up. Walked over to the sinner.
“Excuse me.” My smile was gentle. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re currently entertaining the entire place.”
She tried to protest.
I kissed my fingers and pressed them to her lips. Small golden hearts fluttered from my lashes. My eyes glowed pink.
“All right. I understand.” Her voice immediately became quieter. Tame.
I walked back with a sway in my hips and sat down.
“She won’t be that loud anymore as long as I’m here.”
Valentino looked at me. Interested. Curious. “Do you have the same abilities as Vox?”
He ate his scrambled eggs.
“Similar.” I took a sip of tea. “But they’re not as strong as his. I don’t even fully understand it myself… I can hypnotize people. And make them fall in love with me, but I think that comes from the succubus part.”
Valentino didn’t quite get it. “And what does that have to do with the electricity you also just happen to control?”
Uneasily, I hid behind my cup and drank. “Well… Vox and I worked together.” I hesitated. “Maybe that made us more alike than we’d like. In Hell.” I grinned. “Well, at least I look hotter than him.”
“Period,” Valentino immediately agreed.
My cheeks flushed slightly.
We talked. About our lives before. When we died. How we died.
And we talked shit about Vox.
It was a welcome change. Someone who understood. Who also suffered under Vox’s control.
When we paid—me having a few slices of cake packed up for Hopps—and headed for the car, Valentino nudged me with his hip.
“How about you come to my studio today?” He grinned playfully. “That’d definitely be fun. You’re no succubus if you don’t enjoy that kind of thing.”
“I’d love to.” I got into the car. “But I currently have a project running. Definitely, once I have time.” I looked at him. “Will you be at the opening?”
“What’s it about?” Valentino sat down next to me.
“A charity project.” I leaned back. “I’m developing a property that brings sinners and hellborn from the margins of society back in. Most of them are children or teenagers who took their own lives and don’t know what to do now.”
Valentino looked at me dismissively.
Of course. He wasn’t a benefactor.
“It helps VoxTek’s image,” I added quickly. “And provides you all with new employees.”
That caught his interest. His face brightened.
“Of course I’ll be there for the opening.” He grinned. “Just say the word when you need some distraction, babygirl.”
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Back at the Tower, Valentino and I giggled the entire time. We made fun of people. Of sinners. Of the absurd outfits in Pentagram City.
“What’s with the good mood?” Vox’s voice.
We turned around.
“Oh, nothing.” I grinned innocently.
Vox looked at me, rolling his eyes. Annoyed. “I’ve been looking for you all day. I’m getting hundreds of emails waiting for your reply.” He grabbed my shoulders. “Where were you?”
“I was with Valentino—”
“Call me Val,” the moth interrupted.
A light blush spread across my cheeks. I smiled. “I was having breakfast with Val.”
“It’s 12 PM!” Vox let go of me. His voice crackled slightly.
I crossed my arms, holding the cake box tightly. “Oh yeah? I don’t care.” My voice sharpened. “You didn’t care what I did either, back then.”
A small shock spread across Vox’s face.
I turned away. Waved cheerfully at Val.
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In my office, I found a desperate Hopps. Balduin immediately sat down at his post.
“I’m here. Sorry.” I placed the box on the desk. “Here, a few slices of cake. Take a break, my dear.”
The little rabbit couldn’t see what I put on the table.
I conjured a small staircase for her.
Quickly, I opened the screens Vox lent me. Put on my headset. Worked through all the emails. Negotiated. Discussed. Corrected.
At the end, I sent out an email with the blueprints for every building.
When I was done, I checked the time.
So late already?
Yawning tiredly, I ate the last piece of cake.
“Thank you for your help.” I smiled at Hopps.
“My pleasure, Miss.” She beamed.
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Later, I lay on the couch. In pajamas. A towel wrapped around my head like a turban. A face mask on my face.
On the table: tomato-mozzarella and tea.
I was watching a romantic comedy. Enjoying the peace.
“What are you watching?”
I startled. “Shit, Vox!”
I looked at him, confused. “What are you doing here?”
The TV sat down next to me. “Looking for you.” His voice was calm. Almost gentle. “I need you for research purposes. The scientist is already waiting for us.” He leaned back into the couch. “So take that thing off your face and come with me.”
Suspiciously, I studied him.
“You don’t exactly seem like it’s urgent.”
He didn’t comment, just watched the episode with me until the end.
When the ads started, he stood up. “Come on. Now.”
I just ate my snacks that I had stashed under the couch.
“Y/N.” He grumbled.
“What for anyway? I’m tired.” I made myself comfortable on the couch.
“I want to know what this ring myth is about.” He walked to my wardrobe and tossed clothes at me. Black-and-white checkered pants. White shirt. Coat. Socks. Boots.
“Get dressed.”
Rolling my eyes, I stood up.
Undresse myself.
Vox stared at me. From top to bottom. His screen flickered slightly—just a second, but I saw it. His eyes followed every movement. How my fingers slid the fabric over my hips. How the shirt passed over my head.
I knew that look. Hungry. Possessive.
But he said nothing. Didn’t move. Just stood there like a statue.
Professional.
“Never seen anything like it?” I pulled on the pants he’d thrown me.
What the hell is wrong with him?
Before, he would have pressed me against the wall by now. Or made a comment. Or something.
But now? Nothing.
Just that look.
Knowing him, he’d already captured me from every angle anyway.
The thought made me shiver inside. Not from fear. From… something else.
I buttoned the shirt. Slower than necessary.
His screen flickered again.
Finally, I removed the mask from my face.
“You don’t need makeup. It’s night.”
He walked ahead. I followed.
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Outside stood a small sinner. He looked like an anglerfish.
“Pleasure to meet you. Baxter’s the name.”
“Y/N.” We shook hands.
Together, we drove to the border of Pentagram City.
“So tell me, how did you get there?” Baxter scribbled on a notepad.
“Well, I just flew.” I shrugged.
I felt Vox’s gaze on me. Again, he checked me out.
Nervously, I played with my fingers.
At the border, we got out.
“All right, please cross the boundary for us.” Baxter held his pen ready.
I stepped over the supposed border.
Nothing happened.
Baxter hurriedly wrote everything down.
“Okay. Now to the test subject.”
Vox opened the trunk.
A hypnotized sinner stepped out. Her eyes glassy. Empty.
My stomach tightened.
“Walk to Y/N,” Vox commanded.
The sinner walked toward me. Mechanical. Like a puppet.
I stared at Vox in disbelief. Then at the sinner.
Just as she crossed the boundary—
She exploded.
Blood. Organs. Bones. Everywhere.
Over me. Over the ground. Over Baxter, who quickly backed away.
I stood there. Motionless.
My hand trembled.
Blood ran down me. Warm. Sticky.
No. No, no, no. This goes against everything I’ve become!
I looked at Vox.
He stepped back. Regret in his eyes. He wanted to get out of there—he knew what would happen if I got angry.
“VOX!” My voice tore itself apart. A ringing tinnitus echoed through the air.
Intimidated, Vox hid behind the car.
I grabbed his collar, yanked him toward me. “You—”
Golden smoke rose around me. My eyes glowed. My body grew.
“I’m sorry?” His voice was unsure—but laughing. He dropped to his knees.
Baxter wrote everything down.
“You’re very interesting,” he observed me. “I’d need a few DNA samples from you. If you’re clean.”
My gaze snapped back to Vox.
“I had just finished my routine!” I ground my teeth.
My body kept growing. I was taller than him now.
“Hey. Calm down, my love.” Vox raised his hands. His charm wouldn’t save him now.
Baxter kept taking notes.
I realized what I was doing. The power pouring out of me.
I calmed myself. Forced it.
My body shrank. I was smaller than him again.
“Give me your jacket.” My voice was flat.
Without a word, he handed it to me.
I stripped off my blood-soaked clothes. Stood there in my underwear.
Both men stared at me.
Vox’s screen glowed blue. His hands clenched into fists. I could see the rage threatening to take over. He breathed deeper. More controlled.
But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Professional.
Damn professional.
What the hell is wrong with him?
Before, he would’ve sent Baxter away immediately. Pulled me into his arms. Or at least made one of his damn fucking comments.
But Vox is a stalker type. He already have seen me nacked. Every corner, every curve I have to offer.
That thought should have made me angry.
Instead, my skin tingled.
Vox looked at Baxter. His eyes glowed intensely. “You’ve never seen her naked.”
His voice was rough. Deeper than usual.
I put on the jacket. It barely covered my ass.
I tied my hair up.
“Let’s go home.” I got into the car. I am so done for today.
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Back at the Tower, I immediately jumped into the shower.
Once again, I started from the beginning. The whole routine. Shampoo. Conditioner. Body scrub.
But I was so tired that the warm water lulled me to sleep.
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POV: Vox
Wondering why Y/N wasn’t coming out of the bathroom, I went inside.
And there she was.
Asleep. In the shower.
Some shampoo still clung to her hair.
My heart tightened.
Carefully, I took the showerhead and washed her hair. She’d always been a deep sleeper. Even now, with water running over her face, she didn’t stir.
When I was done, I turned off the water.
I took a towel. Dried her off. Everywhere.
It was strange. Intimate. Touching between her thighs again. Seeing her so exposed. Running my hands over her breasts. Pulling her against me.
I touched her wings too. Bony. Leathered. The tips sharp. She could kill someone with her wings alone.
In the end, I wrapped her hair into a turban.
She used to tease me for not knowing how to do that.
Secretly, I had learned it. But the situation never came up again.
Until now.
Showered and dried, I carried her to my bed. Laid her down gently. Covered her.
When she wakes up tomorrow, there’ll already be enough chaos. Just because we slept in the same bed.
I teleported to her room. Picked up her pajamas from earlier. Her phone.
Back in my room, I plugged her phone into a charging cable coming from my bed.
Gently, I dressed her in her pajamas.
I looked at her, in love.
My golden treasure.
You’ll bring me many things yet. Problems. Chaos. But also… everything else.
I’ll be able to handle it.
Sleepiness crept over me too. I went to the bathroom. Brushed my teeth. Cleaned up her mess.
I don’t know why I fell in love with her. Or when.
I only know that it’s been over 70 years.
Ready for bed, I undressed down to my boxers and lay down beside her.
Her turban had come loose.
I decided to remove the towel.
With a cable, I pulled a self-warming pillow from under the bed. Placed it under her head so her hair would dry faster.
I placed a second one on her stomach.
Y/N immediately cuddled up to it.
The sight was unbelievably cute.
I saved it.
Lay on my back. Stored the moment in my vast library of her.
Since she’s been here, the library has grown faster.
Unexpectedly, my queen crawled toward me. Dug her sharp fingernails into my gills.
It hurt like hell.
I barely managed to suppress a scream and pulled her hand away.
She did not like that. Crawled halfway on top of me.
My heart beat faster.
Carefully, I wrapped an arm around her.
Enjoyed it. My queen. So close to me.
I turned my screen off.
Curled up against her.
Forever, I thought. You belong to me forever.
𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ
Autors Note:
Hey everybody!
I, as always, hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Let me know what do you think about this. Would you like the story in 3 different series or as a whole (it could be soooo long when I put everything together I guess. I have so many ideas for this serie it is incredible!)
