Yandere Father Vox x Child Reader (Platonic Headcanons) 📺⚡️
⚠️Trigger warnings⚠️: Emotional manipulation / gaslighting Physical punishment / abuse (non-lethal violence) Loss of autonomy / control Surveillance / lack of privacy Parent-child toxicity / controlling parental behavior Threats / psychological intimidation Forced isolation.
Yandere Traits :📺⚡️: Overprotective / Controlling / Authoritarian / Parental/ Gaslighting & Sadistic.
Vox is one of the most strict and controlling fathers you could have as a yandere. He watches you everywhere, monitoring you through every form of media and even hidden cameras scattered throughout Hell. It's almost impossible to escape his gaze. He’s like a helicopter parent but taken to an extreme, controlling every aspect of your life, from the smallest decisions to your most personal relationships. His possessiveness knows no bounds. Vox won’t give you an ounce of privacy, constantly hovering over you, ensuring you don’t stray from his grip. He believes that as your father, he's the only one you need and he'll make sure you know it, every moment of your life. In his eyes, your soul belongs to him, and he’ll ensure it stays that way. Whether you’re a sinner or a Hellborn, it doesn’t matter Vox will still force you into a soul-binding deal, claiming you as his and ensuring you stay under his control. This allows him to control every facet of your existence. You’ll work alongside his underlings, doing his bidding without so much as a penny to your name. He won’t allow you to have your own bank account because, in his words, "You don’t need it. All you need is me to provide for you. I’m your father; I take care of everything ."At this point, you’re little more than his free labor, chained to him and his whims. Every device you’re given, every gadget or communication tool, is bugged by him. He’ll never allow you privacy not with your social media, not with the people you communicate with. In fact, Vox forbids you from making any friends or forming relationships. He believes anyone who gets close to you is a bad influence, and he’ll make sure you know that you don’t need anyone else. As your father, he is all you need for guidance and protection.
He loves parading you around by his side the ever egotistical showman now flaunting his new title as a “proud father.” Your comfort means absolutely nothing to him. Whether you're introverted, anxious, or overwhelmed, he drags you through crowds both inside and outside his building. It’s never about you only about what he wants. You're expected to obey without question, simply because “he’s the adult, and you’re the child,” and in his mind, that automatically makes him right. His fans swarm the two of you, flashing cameras and swarming reporters eager to get a scoop. They ask about his “adopted child” and what it’s like for a famous Overlord to juggle his career and fatherhood. All the while, Vox keeps a sharp eye on you, his gaze silently demanding that you put on a perfect act. You’re forced to smile, to praise him to lie through your teeth about how grateful you are to have such an extraordinary, loving father. Inside, you’re crumbling. No one in the crowd knows the truth. The obsession, the punishment, the suffocating control he forces over every aspect of your life. But you keep quiet. You keep performing. Because if you dare say anything that might damage his reputation, you'll pay for it later and Vox never forgives when his star child makes him look bad.
If you’re ever caught outside without Vox’s knowledge or supervision, It’s an opportunity for the other Vees who will gleefully exploit using your connection to him against you for their own gain. Velvette sees you as her personal test subject. Without asking, she’ll dress you up in her latest avant-garde fashion concepts, snapping endless photos for her upcoming shows. You’re little more than a doll in her hands, forced to comply unless you want her to report your whereabouts back to Vox. Valentino, ever the sleazy businessman, is far less subtle. He’ll treat you as free labor for the day, forcing you to run errands, whether it’s spying on troublesome reporters, intimidating workers who still owe him money, or handling menial tasks for his underlings. To him, you’re just another resource to exploit for his own benefit, especially since he knows Vox would never forgive you for being out of his sight. He knows Vox practically owns you, he has no qualms about using that to his advantage. If Vox catches wind of your little "escape," things get very dark, very quickly.
Punishment from him is severe, not just physically but emotionally. He begins by berating you, his smooth but cold voice dripping with disappointment and manipulation. He makes sure you feel every ounce of guilt, framing your disobedience as a betrayal of his love and protection. But scolding is just the beginning. If that doesn’t suffice, he doesn’t hesitate to escalate to physical discipline, Vox uses pain as a reminder of his authority. Vox resorts to harsher methods. He might take off his belt and use it to discipline you, or worse, unleash electric shocks from his fingertips, sending bolts of pain through your body. The shocks aren’t lethal, but they’re agonizing enough to leave you trembling, tears stinging your eyes as he reminds you, with chilling calmness, that things will only get worse if you continue to defy him. “You think you can run from me?” he growls, his glowing hypnotic eye fixating on you with terrifying intensity. “Let me remind you what happens when you break my rules.” Afterward, you lose what little freedom you had left. Vox strips you of every privilege. Your devices are confiscated. your room is monitored even more closely, and any sliver of privacy you had is gone. He keeps you by his side at all times, ensuring you’re under constant surveillance. Whether he’s sitting at his desk doing paperwork or monitoring his media empire, you’re forced to stay close sometimes even on his lap while he watches your every move. You’re reminded constantly that you’re his possession, bound by his rules and utterly at his mercy.
After each punishment, Vox takes away even more of your privileges. He treats you like a helpless child, constantly patronizing you and insisting that you’re too weak and hopeless to function on your own, regardless of how old you are. He gaslights you relentlessly, twisting your actions and making you feel guilty or ashamed for trying to break free. In his eyes, you’re simply too naïve to understand the world outside Hell. He’s only trying to "protect you" from the dangers of other demons, and he wraps you in a tight, suffocating embrace to reinforce his twisted version of "care." Vox is a strict and overbearing yandere, and escaping from his grip seems impossible. His need for control is all-encompassing. His influence spreads through every corner of Hell, with technological screens watching your every move. Whether you're in his arms or forced to stay close, Vox is always in control. His eyes are everywhere, constantly monitoring you, ensuring that there is no place where you can hide or escape. He will never let you go, for he believes that as long as you’re within his sight, you are safe his version of safety, of course, where your every thought and action is dictated by him.
