Description: A man stumbled through hell, looking for a deal. A rather simple deal, in the return of his son's death, he'd do anything. In your long existence many have offered the same deal, however none of their victims in mind were so compelling. Unlike Alastor.
Warnings: Attempted murder.
Paring: Human Alastor x Overlord F!Reader
SERIES MASTERLIST
Your name echoed fear throughout your territory in Pride. Many souls came to you, wanting, pleading. Deals was an overlord’s specialty. Sinners would sell their souls away, not realizing its value. You delighted in their look when they realized what’s done is done. Everything is at a price, and everyone has to pay it.
Your manor loomed over your district, and it was there you stayed. Very rarely would you make yourself shown to the public. Instead they would come to you. Some days you’d entertain them, some days you didn’t even open the door for them. Sinners were all greedy, but in your district they learned patience is what’s more to win your favor.
It was one of the days your gates were open. Welcoming to the public. Someone had already sold their soul to you for riches. It was a pathetic ask in your opinion. The sinner had the power of an overlord, and decided that money would suffice for the price of his soul.
Still, it was sinners like them that helped you gain your power. The more souls and overlord owns, the more powerful they become.
Your might wasn’t tested, your grip was strong throughout your territory that even Carmilla Carmine respected you.
However it was Rosie that was your favorite. A hell born cannibal that owned all of cannibal town. Marry to her husband, Franklin.
“Please!” A sinner barged into the room, desperation washing over him in waves. You paused waiting for him to continue. “My son, you have to kill my son!”
From the looks of it the man looked to be insane. Probably a new arrival to hell.
“Why?” You asked, your voice demanding of an answer.
“He killed me! His mother cheated and then he killed me!” The sinner seethed. “That bastard born shouldn’t be alive.” Hate sneered through the sinner's voice. No wonder he ended up in hell.
“If I do this for you, what will this gain for me?” The sound leaving your lips was spoken in an elegant way. You were composed while the sinner in front of you seemed to be manic.
“Anything!” He breathed heavily, and you finally smiled. Your eyes glow a bright white hue.
“Anything?” You walked over towards him, your heels clicking across the floor. “How about your soul?”
“Yes! Deal — it’s a deal.”
You didn’t present the sinner with a contract or even offered him your hand. Instead you gestured for the guards that stood near the door.
“Lock him up, while I decide if this is a deal worth my time.”
They grasped the man, and the sinner confused shouted. “What’s going on?! What do you mean to decide?”
As he was pulled away more shouts flew from him. “We have a deal! We have a deal!”
Not yet, the deal is yet to be made. But you didn’t tell him that.
Instead you left the dining table — your appetite gone now — and instead went to your room.
You watched over the mortal realm from there. Only high ranking demons had such power, overlords, sins, and royalty. It was even more limited the demons that could make contact with Earth.
The crystal that wrapped around your mirror enchanted it. Showing you the man you wanted to see.
Alastor.
You watched over him, looking through his life. The man had earned himself a ticket to hell, that was no doubt. Killing his father in vengeance.
The sinner who had begged you to kill his son failed to mention his part in his wife’s death.
Alastor’s father had killed his mother, and Alastor had killed him in return.
He was never caught, in fact he started to grow more and more impressive since his fathers death. His show gained popularity, he was doing well for himself despite the challenges thrown his way.
And late at night, he would slip away from crowds and hunt down his victims in the New Orleans bayou. Taking them back to his cabin and feeding his darkest thoughts. Literally.
Rosie would adore him. You already knew the two would pair nicely.
For days you continued to watch Alastor’s life, and every night he’d find himself in the same club. While unimportant to most, this was an opportunity for you. The same bar he played the piano at, danced, and charmed others at, was the same place an angel named Belle would attend. An angel you swore your own vengeance on.
The air in the Louisiana bayou was filled with sounds of its animals. Crickets singing in harmony while fireflies danced. It was a true New Orleans fashion, and none would hear Alastor’s victims this night. No one alive at least.
He used his victim’s blood to form a residual, right before the fire.
You watched and listened to his sickening laugh. His French flowing off his tongue like a sinful delight.
“I call on you, voices of the afterlife, I wish to make a deal with you.” This was your moment. Your window of opportunity.
A light glowed from the radio, blinding Alastor for a moment. However, when he finally looked back, there you were. Dressed regal, with a tainted smile on your face. Your demonish looks didn’t hide from your beauty. You were unique, strange.
“Why have you called me here, human?” You looked at the dingy cabin, finally seeing it in person. This man was raised in New Orleans – you have no doubt Voodoo magic was taught to him. Perhaps that’s why he knew to call upon you.
Like father, like son I guess.
“Do you wish for death? Power? Riches?” You kicked the bones that laid on the floor. “Perhaps a broom?”
Alastor was silent, he couldn’t believe it finally worked. After all this time, countless times he tried. What has changed now? The answer was, you were finally listening to him.
“Let me cut to the chase,” he too kicked bones away from you. A charming smile etched into his face. “I know what awaits a man like me after death.”
He tossed the bones into the flames. The heat soared as they burned.
“I do not wish to be in hell a tortured soul.” He smiled back at you, the look in his eyes wicked. “I want to be one of the highest ranked.”
The strongest sinner in hell. A power you could grant, a title you could relinquish. In the name of revenge.
“I can grant you this desire, however you can’t get something for nothing.” You pushed his hand off from your shoulder. Grimacing at the dead body below you. “There is a woman named Belle, one who often visits the place your friend owns.” You paused “Mimzy was it?”
Alastor stopped for a moment. Just how much did you know about him?
“Well, all you have to do is slip this,” you pulled a vile from your pocket. “Into her drink.” You placed the glass into his palm, your own hands resting on his. “In return I’m prepared to grant your request, and even sweeten the pot.”
“What are you talking about?” What more could he want?
“Your father, he did become a soul in my possession. When you die I’m willing to hand him over to you.”
Alastor's mind drifted back to the night he took an axe to the side of his fathers face. His regret was not letting him suffer enough.
“Do this, and you could have everything you wanted.” Your hands dropped from his own. “But, if you fail me – I’ll own your soul to fill my price.”
A contract with your name on it appeared to the side of the two of you. A golden scroll. The same gold that emitted from your hands. “Do we have a deal?”
Alastor didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even ask about the importance of a soul. His answer was immediate. “It’s a deal.”
He couldn’t help laughing as he shook your hand, his own name being sown into the contract under yours. A green power surged through him, and a shadow of what would be known as the radio demon was a shadow only you could see.
Finally after all this time, you would get what you wanted.
“I’ll see you around.” At those words, the light from before blinded the room, and you were gone. No evidence of your trace.
Just the poison in his hand.
Opposite to Alastor’s cabin, Mimizy’s club was loud with a tune. Drinks clinked together, and laughter was heard all throughout the room. Dancing, and a good mood. That’s what you would always find here.
Alastor was confused. How would he find this ‘Belle’? He didn’t know what she looked like, and there were far too many women for him to be asking them all for their names. Besides what if there were multiple Belle’s?
Slowly stress was getting to him, but he wouldn’t let it confuse him. He’s come this far; he can handle this.
The bar keep slid Alastor his usual whiskey, two ice cubes dancing in the glass. At night New Orleans never felt more alive. Music crying out all around, jazz filling the ear with a pleasing symphony.
Alastor likes his life. He was a radio star, and even better not a single person would look his way for the murders that were found all over the bayou. He had fun, and when he went to hell he wanted a life just like this one.
“You troubled, Alastor?” The bartender, Louis asked. Alastor had known the man for as long as he had known Mimzy, far too long.
“Nothing worth fretting over, my good friend.” Alastor’s signature smile graced his face. No one would doubt him, everyone was so easily manipulated into just believing him.
“Louis!” An angelic voice called, as she took the seat right beside Alastor. The woman had a face he had never once seen before. “Pour me a glass of Gin, will you?”
“Coming right up, Belle.”
Belle.
Like a puzzle fitting into its last slot the woman beside him actually meant something. His future. This had to have been Belle, it was too much of a coincidence for her not to be. This was the woman you wanted dead, and in return he would not only thrive in hell – but would have his fathers tortured soul in his grasp.
“My aren’t you a pretty face?” Alastor's southern charm slipped out naturally. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I would have remembered.”
Belle laughed at the man's shameless flirting. Though she had to admit, despite how brass Alastor was acting he still seemed to have class. A rare quality found in men this day and age. “I am here pretty often.”
“Well, where are my manners?” His hand lifted from the bar, reaching for the woman’s. “Alastor, quite a pleasure to meet you.”
His kiss on her hand came welcomed, “Belle, consider me charmed.”
He spent the night dancing with the woman, laughing, and she reminded him a lot of his good friend Mimzy. In fact the three of them didn’t have a frown the entire evening. She was good, the good his mother used to say was still in the world.
The bottle in his pocket never left his mind. He had many opportunities to spike her drink. No one would even know, and no one would look his way. He could do it, and get it over with. Everything he wanted was right there, but shamefully he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t take the woman's heart. He could only imagine his mothers disappointment for even thinking about it.
He went home alone that night, as always, with the poison untouched and unused. Maybe he could lie, you wouldn’t be expecting him not to fall through – would you?
He could do this, he could pull on you. You wouldn’t know.
That’s what he kept telling himself, even as he saw you lounged in his house. His house, not his cabin. He had invited you into his life, and you were coming to collect.
“How’d it go?” Your voice was calm, patient, waiting. He couldn’t fumble over his words, he couldn’t let his nerves best him. He never has.
“I found the girl,” his smooth voice rolled off his tongue. “It wasn’t difficult spiking her drink.”
“And did she drink it?” Your eyes stared at him, knowingly. Like you were provoking him to falter.
“Yes.”
“You are many things, Alastor.” You claimed, slowly standing from the couch you rested on. “A smart, manipulative, lying man.”
Each step you took towards Alastor set off a new type of alarm inside of him. “Do you know what that poison does?” You stop just short in front of him.
“No,” his first honest answer. “I don’t.”
“It takes the soul,” you hand reached out, resting on his chest. “Slowly tearing it apart.” Your eyes darkened as if imagining it. You twisted woman.
No sounds could be heard between the two of you for a moment. Alastor thought of what to say, and you were done listening to his lies.
Your lashes fluttered against your eyes, as if reeling in the rage before the breaking of its dam. When your eyes clash against his brown eyes he sees it. The fury, the anger.
“I wanted a soul.” Alastor’s shadow that rested against the floor was wrapped in chains. “And a soul I will have.”
The hand that rested against his chest burned, a searing heat soaring all throughout his body. His loud cries went unheard to everyone but you. The contract from before once again appeared, and you finally released your hold on his chest – before gripping his chin.
A dark, ravenous haze appeared over your face. This was the Overlord that struck fear throughout the pride ring.
“You failed to pay your price, and there is a debt to be paid, my dear sinnerman.”
Roughly your kiss caused a rage that sickened him.
Description: You wanted Pride, and the only way to get it was one man. You wanted everything from him, and he wanted everything from you. Two greedy sinners that cannot get enough.
A/N: The last scene is a quickie but a goodie! Lowkey felt rushed tho idk — I’m opening to doing a part two.
@axofthingyes
The day you were scouted by the Vees, was the best day of your after life, you’d recon. You couldn’t count the amount of times Velvette screamed at you, for mistakes you didn’t even call. However despite all that, you were her favorite – and you knew that. You relished in the perks it gave you, it was your first taste of power.
The pride ring loved you, and everything you touched turned into a fortune.
Your rising fame was what gave Velvette the idea to speak to Vox about getting yourself your own interview on “Vox 2 nite.” Velvette was proud of your talent, and she was even prouder that she was the one to find you in the mess that is hell.
The studio lights glared harshly onto you. A makeup artist stood right next to you while you sat on the chair with your name embroidered on it. Her brush painting your face, with rosy pink blush – careful not to overdo it. After all, if she made you look any less pretty than what you are, Velvette would personally kill her.
Part of you was anxious to meet the host of the show, Vox. The CEO and founder of Vox-Tech. The man was the equivalent to a god in entertainment. Sinners of all kinds loved him, and he never failed to grow. So, you were anxious, but most of all you were ambitious.
You understood the hierarchy of hell, you already gained an overlord – Velvette's – favor. A feat that was rare. You saw your glamorous life and wanted more. You didn’t want to simply win over just Velvette; you wanted to spin all of hell’s narrative of you. What better way than to impress the man that controls that narrative.
You felt your eye twitch as another minute ticked. The makeup artist touched the eyeliner in your water line before walking away, she would be on standby – everyone here was on standby.
You were on stand by, and you hated it.
You hated waiting, you didn’t deserve that, and you would make him realize by the time this interview is over.
The doors were pushed open, with just minutes till air, Vox walked in. His presence ruled over the room. Fury still seeped into you, but you also felt your admiration simmering it.
His pathetic assistant, Ethan, walked in behind him – a data pad clutched to his chest. You knew he was pathetic, just the way he tried to hide from the room told you so. You never understood that, but you loved that others did. If they were so busy trying to turn into shadows, it’d only be easier for you to shine.
You didn’t jump from your chair, unlike many. You wanted to roll your eyes at the makeup artist sending heart eyes Vox’s way. Except you couldn’t, because you felt the same reaction, only you didn’t show it.
The media overlord was hot.
A part of you believed maybe you should get your head checked, he was TV for fuck sake. It was the way his back was straightened, he didn’t hunch and cower, but commanded and thrived.
You waited for the Media demon to make his way over to you before you finally uncrossed your legs and stood. You didn’t push your hand out for him to shake, simply put on your best smile.
Vox didn’t extend his hand either. He waited for you to make the first move, it was an agonizing pause of silence. “You’re the one Velvette’s been raving about.” It wasn’t only Vel, it was all of hell.
“It’s delightful to meet you.” When Vox heard you talk, he understood why it was so easy for simple sinners to fall for your charm. “I’m sure our collaboration will be memorable to all of Pride.”
Cocky bitch, Vox thought.
“And I’m sure your career will thrive with my show.”
Smug bastard, you snarled inside your head.
You didn’t show any affect his words might have had on you, and simply walked towards the couch you would be sitting on. Vox followed after you, taking a seat at his desk. A minute till air. His script laid on his desk neat, freshly printed. Vox could only hope Ethan didn’t get him the wrong one this time. Vox swears he only keeps him around because he’s a shark based demon. Not that he would admit that to anyone.
Three.
Two.
One.
Showtime.
“Welcome back to Vox Tonight! Today we have a well anticipated interview with one and only upcoming star,” Vox spoke your name, and with the soundtrack of cheers playing, the camera panned out from Vox and settled on the both of you.
“Thank you for having me, Mr Vox.” Your smile enchanted the crowd that was watching the podcast. Your voice was so innocent, sinners wanted to hear more and more of it.
“You're too formal, please call me Vox.” His hands rested on where yours was strategically placed. You both were playing the same game, and you both knew it.
“Sinners want to know, how did someone like you rise to fame?” A question asked to every sinner he interviewed, and you laughed at the way most of them stumbled through their answer. Not you, you watched his interviews. You studied him, and wouldn’t stumble in your path up the ladder.
“I was blessed with a pleasing smile,” Your answer was teasing. Your legs crossed, and Vox couldn’t help but watch the way your skirt started to slide up your thighs, stockings had squeezed your skin like a vice. You were tempting.
“Blessed you are,” your latest runway walk showed on all screens plastered all over hell watching the broadcast, before showing back to the two of you. “After all, that walk sure seemed like a sinner's gift.”
“You flatter me, Vox. All it took was time, and having a dream.” A dream that came true.
At this point Vox made no attempt at reading the prompter, he had all the questions memorized. The script laid on his desk, useless.
Questions, and banter continued. Neither giving any substantial keys away. By the time the commercial break came in, Vox realized just how intent you had with everything. It reminded him of himself.
You couldn’t tell if all of this was working, you couldn’t tell if you were gaining his sentiment.
To Vox you were gaining some form of sentiment. Whether good or bad, well that’s objective.
His crew bustled around, getting ready to go back live. Neither of you realized how much both of your approval ratings were gaining. Fans sensed something, and that was everything.
You didn’t sweat under the harsh lights, you didn’t crack at any pressure Vox gave you. Velvette was right, you were born for fame.
“Well, that's all we have for today folks.” Vox looked towards the camera. “Be sure to check out Velvette’s latest show, with our inspiring model leading the walk. Any last words?” You paused at Vox’s question.
Your sultry eyes left his face and looked towards the camera. “Be sure to trust Vox-Tech with your entertainment.”
The man beside you paused as the camera clicked off. Oh you were fucking good. Too good.
He raised with you, and this time he reached for your hand, placing a swoon worthy kiss on the back of your palm.
He walked off, not sparing you a second glance. But you knew, this wasn’t even close to the end of the game.
You flipped the lock to your dressing room, making sure no one would enter after you. You took your seat in your vanity. The make up remover remained untouched and instead you took a deep breath.
Many emotions were washing through you, anticipation, spite, greed.
You were always greedy, even in life, especially in death. You wanted it all, and you needed one man to obtain it. It didn’t matter if Velvette owned your soul, so long as you were so twisted in her mind she wouldn’t think of it ever.
A zap of electricity came from the camera, and in the reflection of the mirror you saw him.
He tilted his head before speaking. “What do you want?” His voice echoed, almost like an echo in a cave with a filter. It was demanding.
“You came to me,” You raised from your seat, turning to face the demon. “So, what do you want?”
Two steps from him closed the distance between the two of you. He didn’t speak, no he was quiet and rough.
He backed you into your vanity, pushing you on top of it. You didn’t hesitate pushing any bottles in your way off the table before you spread your legs for him to step into.
He didn’t say anything, only looked at you in a deathly still quiet. Slowly his claws trailed up your thighs, tearing your stockings, then rested on your throat.
He didn’t squeeze, only traced your throat with his sharp talons. Blood dripped down your throat from the tiny prick he pressed. It fell, falling slowly down your chest, staining your tits in its red.
“Are you going to be good?”
You swallowed.
“Yes.” No.
A growl erupted from his throat, “Fucking liar.” Before crashing his lips onto yours. He kissed you like you took away any dignity he had, mean. He was mean when pushed your head back against the mirror and ripped your top. He bit into your breast, releasing more blood from you.
You didn’t try to hide the moan that fell gracefully from your lips, while his tongue rolled around your nipple. His other hand twisting your other. “Fuck me.”
“I’m going too.” He was going to fucking ravish you. He was going to take his time with you, cover every inch of you, and when you were fucking addicted to him he was going to leave you.
He was going to ruin you.
You pulled at his ridiculous bowtie, and when he finally pulled away to look at you, also the hickeys that mixed with your blood, he looked surprisingly flushed. Light blue painted his screen, he was blushing.
He was blushing blue, and you were blushing red.
He pulled off his jacket, and you took that opportunity to trip off his shirt. You wanted to get your hands on him, and you would. You wanted everything he had, and you would take it.
“Fuck, your so fucking hot.” You wanted to roll your eyes, but your chest flushed – matching your face – in pride.
Vox eyes narrowed onto the red blush crossing your skin, holy fuck. You came straight from a sex dream, his specifically. His hand pushed up your skirt, one resting on your ass while the other felt the wetness pooling. You were soaked.
“Fuck, baby.” His lips came back to yours, fighting in a desperate kiss. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He relished in the sounds that came from your mouth. You sounded filthy, dirty, tainted from him. Vox became painfully hard, his dick straining against his pants. He could wait, he needs to savor this. He had to savor it.
“Vox.” You clawed at his back, your nails digging deep into his skin. His own moan slipping at the pain.
He quickly found your clit, rubbing it in circles. “That's it, be as loud as you want.” Slowly while he kneeled towards the floor, spreading your legs wide.
Your heart started to pick up as you watched him. You hadn't been eaten out since you were still living. None of the selfish fucks wanted to actually please their partner.
“Wait.” He paused, you could feel the air from his mouth on your pussy, causing a shiver to course through your body.
“I don’t think I can.” You didn’t protest after that. One slow tortuous lick on top of your underwear caused you to reel. A moan louder than the others filled the room, followed by his own sound. Your slick coated his tongue, and he found himself addicted to the taste of you. He could and would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
He pulled down your panties, before slipping them into his pockets. He would be sure to put them to use later.
His thumb rub circles around your clit, teasing you while fucking you with his tounge. In and out, back and forth — and he delighted in the shakes your body gave him.
He used his free hand to unbutton his trousers, rubbing his cock against it.
Your breathing started to rapid, you couldn’t hear anything but your own heart, and his sounds. None of you noticed Velvette storming into the studio looking for you. You were too close, just almost there, to notice anybody else.
Vox could feel you trying to clench around his touch, he knew you were close. So he waited, till the last second before stopping all his touch.
Momentarily.
You whined, frustration taking over. “Are you kidding me?” You panted, “please don’t stop.”
He raised from his knees on the ground before reaching for your throat. It didn’t rest on your throat like last time, no, instead he squeezed hard.
“You're going to come on my cock, like the good girl you said you were.” He lightened his grip for just a moment. He took that moment to line his length up with your heat. You were so warm, and deliciously wet — your pretty pink lips practically invited him in.
“Vox!”
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He stretched you inch by inch.
Once again he reinforced his grip. You didn’t wait for him this time, you reached for his neck, pulling him roughly against you. Kissing him feverishly. His teeth clawed at your lips, blood tainting the kiss with the taste of metallic.
“This pretty pussy was made to be fucked like a whore.” His words were humiliating. It was even more humbling when you felt a deep lust carve into you at his voice. “Fucking bitch, that’s it.” Slowly he sunk more and more into you. “Take all of me.”
You did, greedily.
Pounding on the door ensued. The moment you turn your eyes away from him and to the door his hand grips your chin. Forcing your attention back on him. “Ignore it.” He rasped.
You clenched around him like a vice, never wanting him to leave you. Each thrust he fucked into you was filled with raw desire. You could feel the pressure building up inside you ready to snap.
Just like before, no matter how hard he found it, he pulled out of you.
“No, no, no!” This was wicked and cruel — you both loved it. “You fucking asshole!”
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” He grasped your thighs, pulling your ass off the vanity. You didn’t have a second to question him however before he turned you around to look at yourself in the mirror.
Your hair that was so nicely done was tangled, your lips that were painted red were now smeared all around your chin. Your nipples were painfully hard, demanding attention, while you could feel yourself dripping. Red hue flushed you.
You looked wanton.
You were harshly bent over the table, Vox forcing an arch into your back. He pulled your skirt up your ass, giving him the perfect view. “You really are my blessed gift.”
His blessed gift, not any other sinner. Him and him alone. He pushed back into you, fully. You could handle it, he just knew.
He rammed into you, his thrusts brutal and there was something almost savage about the way he was fucking you. His hand pulled roughly at your hair, forcing you to look in the mirror while he fucked you. “Keep your eyes on me, honey.”
You clenched around him at the nickname. Vox let out a mocking laugh, “awe, you really are my whore.”
Why did you like this, why did you like being called his whore, being talked to like this. It was something about Vox, something you desperately wanted to prove to him.
Your eyes closed, getting lost in the euphoria. When suddenly a raw stinging pain blossomed across your ass.
Vox hand caked down hard, striking and staining your ass red with his hand print. “I said fucking look.”
Your eyes snapped open, looking at him.
“I tell you again,” another hard slap. “I’ll fucking leave you like this.”
You shook your head, that’s the last thing you wanted. Tears started to sting your eyes, and Vox loved it. He blurred for a moment but then you saw him, smiling down at you proud of the way you were moaning his name, proud of the marks he left.
“Fuck this pussy feel so good squeezing me.” He mumbled, lost in the ecstasy of it all. His hand slipped down by your clit once again.
He pinched hard, and this time you couldn’t help but cum.
Two loud moans came from you both. “Vox, please!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore.
“Please what? Please cum in this pussy? Fill your pussy to the brim? Fill you with my fucking cum?” His voice mocked you, as he slapped your ass again. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” You screamed. “Fill me full! Fuck my pussy till it’s dripping your cum!”
That sealed him. He pulled ruthlessly at your hair, pushing as deep as he could go inside you before cumming.
Heavy breaths filled the room. Both out of breath, how long has it been since you’ve been fucked like that? Never.
Slowly Vox pulled himself out of you, smiling at the sight of his cum. He used his two fingers to push it back inside you, making sure it stayed.
Finally you could start focusing on things around you, though you were still out of it.
“You fucking bitch! Vox open this door, you arse!” Not out of it enough to not recognize Velvette’s screaming.
Slowly, Vox started to grab his clothes — tossing your robe towards you. He gave one last glance at you, “looks like we got caught.” Before zapping back out through the cameras.
They were live, but you didn’t know that they were recording you both for Vox to rewatch whenever he pleased.
Great, now you have to deal with Velvette alone.
In the days that followed you saw no glimpse of Vox. No sign, nothing. It was like how it was before, a person that you wouldn’t simply run into.
It frustrated you. You wanted only what he could give you. You spent your life manipulating more than you could count. Hell, you even got Velvette’s favor. Yet, he was the one person that didn’t fall for your tricks. It was irritating and yet also charming.
Fans went crazy after your interview with him, sinners psycho analyzing every little thing the two of you did. Only Vel knew what had transpired between the two of you. Something she swore to keep her mouth shut on. Granted she was beyond pissed that Vox was sleeping with her best model. She was still shit talking to him because of it. You could only imagine their conversations.
Moral being, Vox was a sinner you knew nothing about, but you will find out all you need to know. Eventually, one way or another.
Meanwhile Vox made an effort to always be aware of what you're doing. You didn’t know how he would watch you on camera for hours. You didn’t know how many times he watched that recording, listening to the sounds you made.
Currently Vox sat at his desk, his two partners sitting across from him. Meetings with them could go productively, or mostly be a waste of time. However, they were mandatory at the end of every month. The three of them needed to go over approval ratings, future brand deals, and soul contracts.
“I’m going to need another segment with your model, Vel.” Velvette for the first time this meeting looked away from her phone. She knew exactly who Vox was talking about. You.
“No way!” She uncrossed her legs, sitting up straight. “You can’t go fucking my best model whenever you want!”
Valentino, who broke away from sticking his tongue down one of his pornstar’s throat, looked straight to Vox. A gleam in his eye. “Since when were you getting your dick wet?”
“I’m not fucking your model.” Irritation etched itself in Vox’s voice. “I was only putting her in her place.”
“Yeah, by fucking her with your dick!” Vox would ask if she could be any louder, but he knew the answer. She could always raise her voice an octave that could make ears bleed.
“I need her on the show.” The overlord sighed, “Hell seems to love her.” He raised from his seat, walking in between the two of them. He leaned down, and spoke like a devil on her shoulder. “Just imagine how big your next line could be.”
Her glare settled on Vox harshly, but couldn’t deny that he was right.
Valentino, still with a sinner on his lap, perked up. “Wait, you should fuck her again, and let me film it.”
Vox’s eyes closed momentarily, trying to reel in his annoyance. He walked past Valentino, grabbing the sinner perched on him. “Lunch Shock.Wav!”
“What the hell!” Ignoring Val, he returned to his seat.
“Now, our next release needs to be bigger, better, brighter.” That was a thought always on Vox’s mind. He was the forefront of the future, he was constantly taking the world around him and evolving it. “Any ideas?”
“Well, my clothing line is about to be released next month, so my portion is locked and key.”
“I have angel filming a new movie right now.”
No, Vox wanted to scream at them. They all couldn’t keep doing the same thing over and over, they needed something new that would turn all heads. Vox would come up with something, he always did. “Is that all?”
“Don’t overwork yourself, babe.” Vel spoke before making her leave. Leaving only Valentino and Vox behind. “Buh-bye, darlings.”
“How has angel been, anything worth mentioning about the little Morningstar hotel?”
“The bitch barely answers my calls unless it’s work.”
Like Velvette had done, the other Vee left Vox’s tower, and returned to his own. The overlord watched as his shark swam past him in silence. What was next for the entertainment district – the first thing would be getting you to return to his show. Something he knew you wouldn’t even attempt to resist.
Finding your number was beyond easy. Every Vox-Tech phone and its contents belonged to him. A fine print no one cared to read into.
His claws taped the phone quickly, writing out his message, leaving no room for you to complain.
“You’ll be back on my show soon. Come see me, we need to talk.”
Reading that message on your phone felt like finally getting water after walking in the desert. Finally, something. He gave you an inch, and you were about to take a mile.
You didn’t respond to his text, and instead made your way away from Velvette’s side of Vee tower, to the self-absorbed Vox side. Instead of pinks and purples, blues surrounded the walls, and Ethan stood waiting for you. His boss must have sent him.
“Good morning,” He spoke your name, keeping his presence small.
“Good morning, Ethan, right?” The shark detailed sinner nodded, walking with you through the twisting halls and right to an elevator. “How long have you worked for Vox?” You took the elevator ride to learn more about the sinner. After all he was Vox’s longest assistant as far as you were aware.
“Since I arrived in hell,” He swallowed. “A couple years now.”
“Any idea what he wants me for?” You’d be lying if you said you knew. After all, a part of you believed you may have lost your chance. You spent days waiting for your next meeting, now was that moment.
The door pulled back open, and a voice welcomed you. “He won’t tell you anything.”
Vox's smile was charming, and he didn’t let you take a step out the elevator before pulling you close to him. Leaning down closer to your height, his eyes full of mischief.
The door closed shut, with Ethan inside it. “Just you and me now.”
He walked you over to his desk, sharks swimming all around you. All of them were different sizes, you felt a tremble in your heart at the size of a specific shark. Vox took pride in your face when you saw his glorious animals.
“How may I help you, Vox?” Memories of the last time you used those words flashed in your brain. You wouldn’t put sleeping with an overlord beneath you in your quest to the top, however you didn’t expect to enjoy it so much. To get lost in it and momentarily forget your ambition.
You wouldn’t fall victim to him again.
“I need you to start making more appearances if you're going to be idolized in the public eye.” He pushed you onto the seat, letting his hand drop from your shoulders. Not before he traced your throat. “Can you handle that?”
“What kind of appearances?” Being in his presence felt fuzzy, but also caging. “I won’t put myself through a scandal.”
“You’ll do what I tell you.” He walked towards the glass, Vark swimming past. Vox didn’t appreciate you being a brat, or perhaps that was the cause for his pants tightening.
“You don’t own my soul.” You got up from your seat, much to Vox’s aggravation. “I won’t put my career down so yours can rise higher.” That was a price you weren’t willing to pay.
“I could get Velvette to force you.” He saw your reflection approach him through the glass.
“And risk losing her ‘best model’?” Fuck you were conniving, it made him hard.
“Well, how else are you supposed to gain more attention?” He turned away from his sharks, you were closer than he thought. Just a step away.
“You could make appearances with me.” Your suggestion held solid ground. Hell seemed to love your banter, which is why he wanted you back on the show. The only problem was making public appearances with you would lead many to believe it was more than banter.
“Unfortunately, I won’t put my career down so yours can rise higher.” He couldn’t help the smile on his face when he tossed back your words. A little laugh following it.
“Then were stuck.” Your voice was quiet, too quiet to be considered anything less than seduction.
Vox took the step forward, closing the distance. “Together.”
Your mouth started to dry, when did you feel so jittery. He made you nervous, a first in a long time for you. “Nothing about us would ever be together.” You were right, and he wanted to dismantle that. Wanted to ruin what you knew to be right and wrong.
“Except for public outings.” You blinked. Was he really going to take your suggestion? “Go get ready, I’ll pick you up at eight tonight.”
He didn’t spare you another glance. The elevator doors opened with a silent demand. Vox didn’t wish you goodbye as the doors reclosed with you in it.
Did he even know where you lived? Surely. There wasn’t much that slipped past him. He was observant, scarily so.
With a text to Velvette, you went home as asked of you. You wanted to impress him, wow him. You could only imagine the look in his eyes from all those days before.
And so the clock ticked, and ticked. You wanted to scream as the clock read; 7:59 PM. It’s common courtesy to show up at least five minutes early. Wasn’t he from the fifties, shouldn’t he know how to be a gentleman?
A pink dress draped across your body, showing off just the right amount of skin. Your neck dangling low, while the jewel attached to your necklace took attention.
Your hem wasn’t too short, just brushing up against your thighs just enough to encourage lustful thoughts.
All while your hair was pinned up and styled perfectly. Little pieces falling from the bun and framing for face. The crude lipstick that stained your lips, with the matching blush. You looked sinful.
You took time in perfecting yourself for this night. You spent way too long fusing over a dress, and getting your hair just right. During it all a silent voice had wondered, would he find you pretty?
Why did you care? Why were you treating this like it’s something more than a public appearance? It wasn’t a date — you were putting your expectations too high.
A knock on the door pulled you away from the mirror. Eight on the dot. Had he waited outside till the minute turned? He’s petty enough for that.
“It’s about time.” You said, looking him up and down. He wore his same classic suit. Did you overdress? This asshole better be taking you somewhere nice.
“I am actually perfectly on time.” He wanted to scoff at you, but was too busy sizing you up as well. “You look good.”
He didn’t hide his shame in staring at your tits. Pervert.
His lavish limo was parked outside your house, waiting. It was so obviously Voxtech, it amused you. He truly woven his company in every aspect of hell.
You were even sure that his company had reached other rings of hell.
There was nothing that Vox didn’t have a grip on, or wouldn’t eventually have in his palm. Including you.
“You look as always.”
“What a subtle way to say, irresistibly handsome.”
Vox’s chest swelled in pride at the snort you squeaked. For a moment Vox wanted to bash his head, you looked more than good. You were the personification of irresistible. Not that he would ever say that thought out loud.
He liked the fact you got so dressed up for him, that you tried to shine for him. It was an ego booster, and he would ravish in the sight of you. He relished the way you looked at him. Like you wanted everything, every smile, every thought, every penny, every sin. He knew you wanted it all, and tonight – just tonight – he could give it to you.
He pulled the door open, and as you leaned down to enter you didn’t miss the way he placed his hand above your head. It was oddly endearing.
The drive was quiet, the overlord never once looked up from his phone. Always responding and putting out statements. Currently his main focus was his show, ‘yeah I fucked your sister, so what?’
He ignored your huff, but secretly enjoyed your pouting. Not that you would admit it, but you wanted his attention. Normally sinners would bend backwards for you, so being pushed to the side by the guy you already slept with? It was a blow to your ego. Something you hated.
You thought of a million different ways to start a conversation, to get his interest. However, none seemed all that appealing. This is normally so easy for you, so why are you suddenly nervous? Why did he make you nervous? It was a question you refused to answer.
“What’s your next step in your career?” His question came abrupt, unexpected.
“Branch away from strictly modeling.” You were honest, after all this was the man that could take your name and make it legendary.
“Hm.” He didn’t communicate more on his thoughts, which frustrated you, and he still didn’t look in your direction.
“You shouldn’t stare at a screen all day.” You didn’t try to hide your smile, or your laugh. The joke you were sure fell at his heels.
“I guess comedy is your next big adventure.” Sarcasm laced his words, but he did click off his phone. Finally giving you attention.
“I am funny.” Vox rolled his eyes at you, but it didn’t hide the amusement held in them. You were entertaining, it wasn’t hard to understand why all of hell was growing to love you. You had the desire, the ambition to be the best, and Vox could use that. He would use that.
“So where are we going? You better not cheap me out.” You would not stand for that type of disrespect. A man as wealthy as Vox could splurge without a second thought, and you were worth splurging for.
“Why would I ruin the surprise?” Oh he was a cocky bastard.
“Because I asked, besides you shouldn’t lead people blindly.” Well, he shouldn’t lead you blindly, but you didn’t say that out loud.
“Don’t worry, you’re dressed appropriately. I wouldn't let you out of the house otherwise.” His last few words mumbled, but you still heard him – and made sure to roll your eyes dramatically.
“I still want to know now.”
“Well, that’s too bad, honey.”
You turned your face, away from him, towards the window – trying to hide the small flush rising up your neck.
Vox pretended not to notice your thighs squeezing together. It was hard not to notice, you drew attention like no other. He loved and hated that about you. Great for his company, terrible for his peace of mind.
The car came to a screeching stop, the drive being concerningly short. Right outside the window, you were in the heart of the entertainment district. Dante’s Inferno sign glared at you.
Dante’s Inferno? As in the Dante’s Inferno restaurant?
“If you stop gawking and get out of the car we can go in now.” Vox held the car door open for you, and photos were already being taken of the two of you. Paparazzi snapping photos of your hand slipping into his and he helped you out of the car.
A dazzling smile painted your face, and you pretended to not notice how awful the paps were at being subtle.
This right here, this was your dream and you would only get bigger and better. Placing your future on Vox course was the smartest move you could have made, or so you thought. You didn’t know just how much Vox would take and twist to fit in his world.
“Mr Vox,” a beautiful woman smiled at the CEO. Making a point to ignore you. “Your table is right this way.”
You made no comment, no matter how much you wanted to call her a bitch. You were above petty squabbles.
Keeping the gentleman charm, Vox pulled your chair open for you. You smiled at the envious look on the woman. In fact, you knew many people would be jealous of you after today. It felt good, not to be the one filled with envy.
Vox took his seat directly across from you, grabbing the menu from the waitress. It seemed like the sinner would be playing hostess and waitress today.
You glowed in the lavish restaurant, you had never once been here. It was a challenge to contain your excitement.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Her notepad and pen stayed waiting for his answer.
Before Vox could even say his answer you spoke with a kind smile. “Wine, please. White.”
He had wanted to laugh at the two of you, but he must say he was impressed. You cut him off in a way that didn’t show you in a light to be snobbish. In fact you had a convincing genuine act.
“Make it a bottle,” his voice held his amusement.
You glanced down to her name tag that was in perfect alignment with her tits. “Thank you, Brianna.” She took her dismissal with a smile.
“You are funny.” You didn’t even look away from her retreating form before he spoke up.
“I told you so.” Your favorite words to say.
It was silent between the two of you for a moment. Both of you are trying to twist and manipulate the direction of the evening. You didn’t back down from his intense stare, in fact you grew hot under it.
“What’s your next step in your big career?” You repeated his earlier question. You didn’t actually believe he would even say a word about his career, however he loved to surprise you.
“Become god.” He waited for you to laugh. Everyone underestimated him, and expected you to undermine him as well. So when he saw your smile he was ready to kill you. Right here and now, electricity sniped at his fingers that rested on the table.
You didn’t laugh, in fact your eyes shined with more admiration than ever. “I think I'm going to like working alongside you.” If anyone had the ambition for it, the means for it, it was Vox.
“I’m joking.” Fuck he didn’t want you to actually believe him. Part of him hoped you would laugh so those words can be buried alongside you.
“No you're not.” You reached for his hands. “You have the power to attain this.”
He watched you, knowing. He knew you were manipulating him, but he also knew you were being honest. You did believe he could become god, and you wanted to use that. It brought a smile to his face.
“Well, actually the next step in my career is advancing my approval rating.” He was being surprisingly open. It bewildered you. “You’re clever. Any ideas for Vee tower next move?”
He was asking you for advice?
“Velvette needs to be working on a new label with a matching drug, instead of a clothing line.” He oddly agreed with you. You were far too smart to leave in Velvete’s care. She wouldn’t use you to your full potential. Something you both knew.
“Valentino needs to find new talent, and set up a meet and greet with his most popular actors.” Vox rolled his eyes, yes Angel Dust needed to be outshined. Val never shut up about the pornstar.
“You should expand more into hell's pleasures.” His eye brow raised, signaling for you to continue. “Look around, Dante’s Inferno is so well known throughout hell even Sin’s eat here. There’s no paparazzi, no one is spying on you. It's privacy.” Hell’s greatest pleasure.
“So you're suggesting I open a restaurant?” He kept his voice condescending even though he could see your vision.
Before you could respond, make a better case for your idea, Brianna came back. A sickening smile directed to solely Vox. “Your wine, and can I get you anything to eat?” Fuck, you haven’t even looked at the menu.
You did not want to seem unprepared in front of this bitch.
“We’ll take your specials tonight, thank you sweetie.” The smile he gave her made you sick. There it was again, that pit of jealousy.
No, you would not let yourself become jealous for his attention like every other person in hell.
Brianna walked away, and you were quick to pour the bottle into your glass. You needed it.
“As I was saying.” You needed to stay on topic, otherwise you would spiral. “Privacy is such a rarity in hell, if you could sell it? Your approval rating would sky rocket.”
“Hm.” You were right. Fuck, fucking fuck, you were right. “You should get a pay raise.”
“I will be soon,” You knew Velvette would be firing Melissa soon, and with her gone you would be getting her pay.
Vox didn’t doubt your words. You were conniving, and scarily aware. He found it hot.
The overlord reached for the bottle pouring it in his own cup. He never much cared for white, always preferring red. He never goes for white, so he questioned why he was tolerating it now.
He wanted to laugh as you poured your second drink, he really hoped you didn’t get drunk. He hated dealing with drunk Valentino. Velvette was better to handle though.
“So what’s with the name Vox?” The wine choked him, a loud cough leaving his burning chest.
“What kind of question is that?” What was the intent of the question?
“Well, you come from the fifties – right?” You didn’t let him answer. “No one from the fifties is named like that.”
He placed his cup back on the table, the burn finally being subdued. “How would you know? You’re clearly not from that era.”
“You’re deflecting.” You acknowledged. “Is it some sort of nickname?”
He would not bet getting personal with you today, he already talked more than he should. “Are you already drunk?”
“Fine, don't tell me.” You rolled your eyes, and he contemplated fucking you into obedience again. An appealing thought, how scandalous would it be? Fucking in Dante’s Inferno bathrooms.
“But if I guess your real name, you have to tell me if I’m right.” Determination lit a fire in you.
“Vox is my real name.” You didn’t listen to him. Instead started naming out every name starting with a v you could think of.
“Victor.” A dead stare was your only response. “Varian?” A sip from his wine.
“Valentino?”
“Do you really think I’d let Valentino into the Vee’s, and change my own name?” Valid point.
“Vaughn!” You shouted, sure of yourself. Pride filled your chest, yes – his name was Vaughn. You were a fucking genius–
“No.”
Like shattered glass, your pride fell apart. “What is it?” You reached for more of your wine.
“I thought you were gonna guess.” You didn’t like the sarcasm lacing his words. If you dumped wine on him, would he short circuit?
“Just tell me, I only know so many Vee names.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you.” He leaned forward, gesturing for you to also come closer to him. “My name,” he paused, “is Vox.”
He leaned away, acting like he told you the biggest secret in all of hell.
“Asshole.”
“You’re just asking to be fucked there.” This time it was your turn to choke on your drink. Conveniently Brianna came with your food.
The rest of the dinner was filled with petty remarks, and you didn’t stop yourself from kicking his shin a few times under the table. Every time you kicked him he counted. When he paid the bill, leaving a shitty tip to Brianna – much to your delight, he kept the number five in his head.
Nothing goes unpunished in hell.
So the moment the limo doors were closed, he made sure to rip your orgasms away from you five times. He even took a photo of your messy hair, and the mascara that ran down your face. You didn’t protest though.
This started your secret scandal. No one besides Velvette and Valentino knew you were fucking the overlord Vox. No one dug into your flirting, or long stares. No one looked into why the two of you went missing for long times together.
It wasn’t long until you realized the feeling he had given you. You weren’t just chasing your dream, or the lust he had given you. You were longing for more.
He never took you out like that day again. No more public appearances together. He gave you a taste before ripping it away. You craved it, you craved more, you wanted him.
Somewhere along the way your view shifted, you no longer saw him as a means for yourself, but rather you twisted your future around him. It tortured you when you realized that you didn’t want a future of fame and glory, or any future, without him.
You had a girl crush.
A crush. Never before, living or dead, have you felt such a way. It haunted you, every time you felt the flutter in the pit of your stomach. Or the way you’d flush when he’d call you nicknames; honey, sweetheart, babe. You were fucked. Royally fucked.
He was in everything you do. Fashion shoots, interviews, you were constantly trying to impress him. It was pathetic, you thought.
In Vox's eyes, he loved it. He loved how much you wanted his attention. He loved the way you always looked for him while walking into a room. You were his favorite toy. He hadn't even realized how many times he had pushed away Val all so he could go running to you.
He shaped his schedule around yours, loving the rush he felt from sneaking off with you. No Vox hadn't realized he had his own girl crush. Which was what had made the two of you tragic.
“Has anyone seen Udelia?” The stage manager called out. Udelia was the opening act. “She’s outside smoking!” Another model called out.
You ignored them all, and contemplated closing your door before deciding not. You needed to be able to hear your name being called. You wore a lavish gown, with Velvette’s logo. This was the runway walk. Publicity for this show was at an all time high. No doubt because of Vox’s special attention.
You run the lip liner across your lips, shaping them into the perfect pout. The color looked ethereal against your skin. You had taken your time preparing yourself.
“Udelia! My dear you need to– Oh!” You could hear the stage manager, Owen. He was talking right outside your room just a little away from the open doors view. “Mr Vox!” Your ears perked at the mention of his name.
“I am so sorry to have you running behind.” His voice was anything but sorry, you could still hear Vox's smug smile. “I was just having a chat with your lovely model, Udelia was it?”
Nothing about Udelia was lovely. Your eye twitched, that bitch could barely walk straight in heels. How she ever got this job is beyond you.
“You're not running us behind, sir.” You raised from your seat, walking to the door where you saw the three of them.
“Don’t lie, Owen.” You said as you approached them. “They are running us behind with their – what is it? – lovely conversation.”
Strategically you placed your hand on Owen’s arm, and Vox immediately zoned in on it. Fuck you looked georgus, and you had your hand on some other guy? Looking like that?
“As I said, I was just so wrapped up, I’m sorry.” Irritation filled your entire body. Udelia was not worth being wrapped up in. The girl was as interesting as a doorstopper.
“Is that all you needed, Mr Vox?” The man took a moment, he could not kill Velvette stage manager moments before the show started.
“Yes, Velvette was asking me to talk to you. Perhaps we could talk privately.” Owen was immediate in grabbing Udelia and rushing away. They left the two of you alone, and you gave Vox one look over before rolling your eyes – walking away.
He followed you into your dressing room, locking the door behind him.
“What was that?” He immediately demanded an answer. You always wanted his attention, and seeing you place it somewhere else even if it was pretend, sparked wrath in him.
“What was that lovely conversation?” Your arms crossed, and you refused to look at him.
Vox stared at your back, a little laugh escaping him. “Oh, honey.” His hand wrapped around you, placing them onto your shoulder. “Are you jealous?”
Hammer meets nail.
You tensed under him, defensiveness striking you. “I should ask you that. Are you jealous of me and Owen?” Much like you he tensed.
He turned you around, his eyes twisting in black spirals that would never work on you. Though hypnotizing you wasn’t his intention. “There is no you and Owen.” He seethed the man’s name. Hating the sound of it.
“You can’t dictate that,” perhaps you should stop talking. “ You're not my boyfriend, Vox. I can do what I want.”
“Oh? That’s what this is about.” You didn’t like the way he said that. This wasn’t about anything but him being an ass. “You really are greedy.”
“I have never been greedy,” you lied. “Everything I have, or want, is what I deserve.” You had to work your way into the position you now have. It wasn’t easy, and yet you thrived under the conditions of hell.
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”
“Threating me? There goes your appeal.”
He surged forward, pressing his lips into yours. Twisting your tongues together. You should push him off, make your point, but you just couldn’t help but give in. He was right, you were greedy. You wanted this, and more.
The moment the kiss broke, you could barely process his words. “You're such a desperate slut.” He pushed you against the wall, hiking up your dress.
“We can’t.” You mumbled but gripped onto his jacket anyways. “I can’t mess up this walk.” Or the dress, he had a bad habit of ripping your clothes with his claws. You couldn’t count how many bras he had to replace.
“I don’t care.” All of his inhibitions were gone, and he was taking yours with them. He didn’t care what happened at that moment. It was blissful. He didn’t care for the future or for the chance of being caught. “Wrap your legs around me.”
You listened, your own cares leaving. This is what you wanted, him. This was the man that you had seen in Dante’s Inferno.
You let out a moan at the feeling of his tongue dancing down your throat. “Vox.” His hands tightens on your waist. It took a great restrain to not dig into your skin, mark every inch on you.
“Yes, honey?” Red washed all over your skin. Every time Vox saw your beautiful blush he wanted to remember it. This was his, and his alone.
He would be sure you would know, and he would be sure to handle the stage manager.
“I need you.” Vox was immediate in unzipping his pants. Fuck he wish he could take you properly, in your bed – without rushing.
You could feel him pressing up against you, and you let the whine free. He was teasing you even in a time like this. “Say that again.”
“Please, Vox.” Your breaths were in pants now. You could feel yourself dripping onto your panties. Proof of your need.
“Please what?” He didn’t think twice before ripping them off, you’ll be fine without them.
“Fuck me.” He would, he couldn’t resist you. He doesn't think he ever could. His fingers gathered your slick, running through your pussy. “Now, Vox.” Your demand angered him.
His hand left your heat, and wrapped around your throat before squeezing. “Here I was trying to be fucking nice, but you just love to be fucked like a bitch in heat.” His cruel words only urged you more.
You two were perfectly fucked up for one another.
He aligned his member against your slick, immediately pushing into you. He was going to be gentle, but your mouth ruined it. He was going to be slow, but now he needs it to be rough. He would fall too far into you otherwise.
He pushed himself into you, and you took every inch of him.
“Fuck you feel so good.” Your eyes rolled at his words, and the feeling of his hands squeezing you.
Vox felt your pussy squeeze him tighter. You loved praise, and he loved to give it to you. It wasn’t often someone could appeal to his taste, but you took everything he knew and ran with it until you became it.
He thrusted up into you, again and again. Pistoning his hips against yours. You were dripping all over his cock, your moans flying from you freely.
Vox's own groans could be heard outside the closed door.
“You feel how deep I am?” His fingers pulled your bottom lip. “You were made for me.” You had honestly both believed that, granted you wouldn’t tell him that. He didn’t need that ego booster.
“Shut up,” you mumbled. Spit pooling in your mouth before you let fall, catching on his tongue.
“Mmm.” He didn’t even try to hide his delight.
He kept his rough pace, pushing deeper and deeper inside you – before hitting a spot that had you gasping for air.
“There it is,” he abused that spot, pulling every sound from you. “Good girl, you're so cute.” Your hot skin flushed against him as you became more and more desperate for a release.
“Aw, you gonna cum?” He teased, even though he could feel his own release rising.
You nodded, with begging eyes. “Go ahead, I’m right behind you.” Like a vice you tightened against him, on the verge of tears. Fuck you couldn’t ruin your make up though.
The overlords' hands strained, one on your hip and the other on your throat, before feeling his balls tighten. He came deep and hard inside of you. Plugging you with his seed.
The two of you stopped, both breathing heavily. He pulled out of you though when your name was called. His cum dripped out of you, but thankfully the dress covered it. You were quick to rush up the mirror, fixing any minor mistakes he gave you. Thankfully you still looked beautiful – Velvette wouldn’t kill you.
You were about to rush towards the door, when he gripped your arm. Pulling you back to him. His other hand squeezed your cheeks.
“If you impress me out there, I’ll tell you my real name.” And like that he slipped out of your room and headed to his front row seat.
Fuck he couldn’t just drop a bomb like that and leave. Your legs were sore when you finally walked up to your spot, your name just about to be called across the speakers to present you.
You were one of the last acts, the last being Velvette with the collections top design.
Your mouth was dry as the curtains opened for you, but you didn’t let that stop you. Instead you walked with confidence, a smile that left many wanting. You walked past girls going backstage, and you walked with proof of Vox still inside you.
You waved to some, winked at others, and it led you to the end of the stage. Where Vox sat, manspreading and a single rose in his hands.
You pause, your eyes trained on him.
He looked at you knowing, he caused a heat to sear through you – his eyes full of sex, but also something more.
You didn’t know of the storm spreading online as videos of you and him fucking for the first time were leaked. He didn’t care though, and if you were to later ask him how this happened, he would look at you with knowing eyes as he denied responsibility.
The two of you stared one another down, his cum still dripping out a staining your thighs.
Silence.
Then he tossed the rose towards your feet.
A single rose, one rose meant and given to you and only you.
How about an exorcist reader who's only stoic when fighting but she's genuinely such a cheerful and positive darling?
":0! GUYS LOOK!!" "Awh, don't be sad, I bet lotsa other angels would like to be with you!" "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to bump into you while flying babes :(("
- sweetheart anon
“Kisses!”
Summary: Basically just a sweet heart angel who kills sinners and has magical kisses!
Warnings: None I can think of!
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“Ouch! Shit.” I look to my left, catching sight of Ariel clenching her side. I hurried over to her — sitting her down while I called for a medic to rush over. “Oh my gosh — are you okay?” I asked, worry laced in my tone.
“Yeah I’m good Y/N. Just need a stitch.” I felt bad at the sight of her wincing in pain. “Oh you poor thing. Muwah, there all better!” I smiled sweetly at her, kisses always makes things better. “Thank you.” She gave me a sweet smile to — and for a moment I saw her relax.
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“FUCKING SHIT BALLS!” I looked over to the only man who would have such a vocabulary. Adam.
I walked over to him — giving him a worried glance over. “Are you okay? What happened?” I put my hand on his arm — since he was two tall for me to reach his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “I’m cool or whatever I just stubbed my toe.”
“Awe, I’m so sorry. Muwah.” I used my wings to fly me up enough to give a kiss to his cheek.
“It’s, it’s whatever dude.” I could see the smile he had on his face — or maybe it was a smirk.
More often the not after that — Adam always hurt himself being clumsy when I was around. And every time my kisses made him feel better. They were magical.
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“I swear if I have another sinner punch me one more time I’m going to lose it.” I sip my boba tea as I watch Lute rub the bruise forming on her cheek.
She had gotten a bit bruised up in this last extermination. I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I wasn’t there to help her.
I leaned over the table and gave a kiss to her cheek. A slight blush formed over her face, I could see her rolling her eyes. Though the slight grin on her face told me she was in a lot better mood.
“You should totally try some of my boba tea!”
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“How did you get in to this elite group anyway?” Ariel asked, I could tell it was genuine curiosity and not teasing like some others did.
To be honest I couldn’t blame someone for doubting my abilities — but I think people tend to forget that we are in a heaven. Not all of us are killing machines.
“I guess I just passed the exam. I had an opportunity and I took it. It’s worked out for me this far.” Me and her shared a little laugh before I offered her some of my candies.
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I used my sword to slice off a sinners head quickly, not wanting to draw out his death.
Looking over to my right I saw Ariel get kicked into a wall. I flew quickly to her — helping her up. “I think they broke my rib.” I felt it, and yep she definitely did. “Head over to the portal, I think we’re leaving soon.” My voice was emotionless as I gave her a kiss to her cheek.
I rush after the sinner who ran away. I flew in front of him and he ran down an alley way. “Just you and me.” I spoke out drawing my sword. Before he could make a sound I stabbed him through the mouth and pinned him to the alley wall.
Some of his blood splattered on my face as the life in his eyes died. “Time to pay the piper.”
“Now that, was badass.” I looked over to Adam, and Lute. Adam was clapping, a proud smile on his face while Lute looked away — nervous.
I pulled my sword away from the sinner before running over to the two. “Is the portal open yet? Ariel got hurt.” Wordiness was in my tone — to which Adam grabbed chin, stoping me from talking.
“Sush babe — it’s all under control.”
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I sighed out as I read over Adam’s report. It was normal he’d come to me with his paper work when Lute was busy.
“What? That’s like the fifth sigh.” I looked up to the first man. To be honest I hadn’t really known I was sighing that much.
“It’s just — I give everybody kisses or blow them ones when they are feeling down.”
Adam sat beside me, “uh huh.” Gesturing for me to continue. “Well it’s just sometimes I wish I could get some kisses when I get hurt or feel down.”
“Muwah.” I looked to my left where Adam was sitting. I smiled as I cached the kiss he blew.
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“Ariel!” My friend looked over to me, “hm?”
“You’ll never guess what’s been happening over the last few months!” She gave me a confused look, “what’s been happening?”
“So you know Adam right? Our boss? First man? Rockstar?” Ariel gave me a smile, “I think I’ve heard of him.”
“Oh Ariel don’t be silly — you’ve seen him. Did you hit your head?”
“That was sarcasm.”
“Oh.”
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“Well? What’s been happening these last few months?” She asked after a long silence.
“Oh right! So you know how I give hugs, or kisses, or make people cakes when they get sad or hurt?” Ariel nodded her head, “one of many things I like about you.”
I smiled at her adorableness. “Well — I told Adam I get sad when no one does that for me and well now every time I’m not in a good mood or I hurt myself he’ll pat my head, or blow me a kiss, or will be really sweet.”
“Adam?!”
“Yeah! Like today I dropped my boba tea and he wrapped his wing around me and gave me his!”
“Aweeeeee.”
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Lute got up from the chair, cursing loudly when she hit her shin. “Muwah.” She slowly looked over to Adam, and he slowly look up from gutair.
“This never happened.”
His voice was low, and you could see his embarrassment through his mask.
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A/N: it’s been awhile, hi! So I’m not going to be posting daily, or to to much, but I’m going o try and get more stuff out. I’ve been inactive and that’s just because in my opinion I haven’t been writing well — and I don’t want to put out writing I don’t love. I will eventually get to your request, however it won’t be immediate. I’m sorry this is so short and please have a lovely day!
heyyy can you do general romantic relationship with fizz headcannon?
General Fizz HC’s
Masterlist
Warnings: poly relationship cause Ozzie
When you are all asleep fizz is the first one to fall. You and Ozzie will gush over how adorable he is since he has his tongue out.
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You often touch his face since that’s the only part he can really feel mostly.
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You do have to help him trough panic attack, he he’ll help you.
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If Fizz found you crying he would immediately wrap you up with his arms going around the two of you tightly.
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You and Ozzie both try and convince him that Mammon is selfish.
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I feel like when you first joined the relationship that Fizz would get insecure. Like he loves you and he loves Ozzie, so what if you two only love each other and run away without him?
You often reassure him of your love.
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Fizz always loves to sing to you so does Ozzie.
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Once when Oz was out and you were sick Fizz tried to make you some chicken soup, but the kitchen started to burn down.
Some workers stopped it and you just made Fizz lay down with you and cuddle.
He ended up getting sick as well.
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A total baby, always wants attention and you’re happy to deliver.
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His favorite drink is caparison’s or hells equivalent to it.
When you go grocery shopping it’s the first Isle Fizz take you too. The second being the candy.
When you get home from work the next day, you find all the caprisun gone and fizz in a pile of the rappers, sticking his tongue out cutely.
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When fizz quite Mammon you were so so so happy! Yall definitely had a fun night spoiling Fizz with praise.
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Fizz will often do a lot of things for you. That’s his love language, acts of service.
If you say you have to clean the house? It’s already spotless from how fast Fizz worked.
He loved doing things for you, favorite part of his day, he also loves the praise after it.
Ahhhh, I hope that this was to your liking! Ik it feels rushed 😭 I might go back and re-do this, just ideas was not coming to my head when I needed it unfortunately.
The only word to describe Mammon besides greed would be exploitation. He is the sin of a greed, one of the legendary seven deadly sins, he could never be anything but that. Greedy. He would never allow himself to show anything that could ever make people think otherwise. He could never be like Ozzie, he could never show weakness. That doesn’t mean he has none, no in fact behind closed doors anyone would be surprised. After all, making the sin of greed yearn for something more than money? How sinful. (CURRENTLY BEING WRITTEN.)
