Vox is soooo the opposite of a morning person he is half asleep for almost a full hour after his alarm goes off and this usually means he isn't thinking clearly enough to worry about his image. He's vulnerable and also the least likely to wipe that vulnerability from his partners memory after because it's fuzzy enough he doesn't know if it was a dream pulling them into a close tangle of limbs and muttering a whiney request for "five more minutes mommy" (regardless of gender atp lmao).
Half of him wants to fall back asleep warm and safe and held but the other half is already rolling his hips against their leg without his say so. It's slow and lazy and he feels like he's moving through quicksand but at the same time it feels way, way too good to stop.
This goes for awhile, partner just letting him rut against them however he needs, but he's so tired and it's so much work, he can't make himself go any faster but he can't cum like this. He doesn't even realize how much he's whining and squirming with his face buried in their chest until a quiet "you need help baby?" makes it's way through the fog. He can only nod and whine harder and slur out "pleasepleasepleeeease.."
He's leaked enough precome by now that it's so easy to wrap a hand around him for him to fuck into, but the whining and begging only gets louder until they're doing most of the work for him. He's still practically in and out of consciousness but he can't quite fall back asleep through the pressure of needing to cum this bad.
When he finally does the relief and relaxation that rolls through his entire body is visible, and in seconds he's out like a light again, clinging to his partner like they'll vanish.
If it comes up, he'll deny it vehemently. That didn't happen. They made that up. Someone needs a full hypnotic memory wipe. But if it goes unmentioned he let's himself think it was just an early morning wet dream, and that's fine right? That's not real weakness. Right?
Haha anyway sorry my asks and messages are entirely Vox rn he's like crack to me. -MG
𝜗𝜚˚ warnings ,, mommy kink, foggy headspace during sex with Vox, dom reader, leg humping
𝜗𝜚˚ summary,, scenario/drabble about sleepy sex with Vox
The concept of sleepy Vox, subconsciously being submissive towards his trusted partner just because he doesn’t have his normal ‘big, in-charge, boss” persona on in the most intimate moments of the morning. So now he’s sleepily rutting into your thigh, whimpering soft “mommy”’s. He’s soooooo tired and out of it he can only think of how warm and comfortable you are, and how tight and damp his boxers are beginning to feel.
His letting out one continuous, wavering whine as he fucks himself against your leg but, dammit he’s just too tired so he can’t keep up. And still—despite the brain fog he can find it in him to go “‘mmh, thank you mama..” when you guide his hips for him. Almost as if it takes genuine restraint to be a brat, rather than these unmasked, unregulated moments in the morning where he is yours completely. It begs the question: just how much of Voxs sexual mannerisms were forced for the sake of further compensation of his ego? This felt like honesty, while other moments felt like performance.
But his grip on your shoulders tightening and loosening as he fades in and out of consciousness, whining softly “mommy, mommy, mmh— mommy—“ it’s clear that this is Vox at his most raw. “Such a sweet boy for mommy,” you would say, drowsily. And he whimpers as you help him ride your leg. You think he keeps trying to say things — not anything specific just pleas and overall neediness, but he’s so exhausted and fucked out he can’t get any words past the barrier of his foggy brain.
and when he finally comes he falls right back asleep on you, pulling himself into your chest further, probably wedging the top of his screen uncomfortably under his neck but he doesn’t care. He just wants his nice, warm, safe, mommy to hold him for the rest of the early morning.
Before, of course, he wakes up later and is left wondering if any of that really happened or if it was just a wet dream. When you don’t say anything about it, he resolves to the conclusion; no, it wasn’t real. No, he wasn’t that disgustingly vulnerable with you. And yes, he can relax. Phew. Close one right guys?
It's very, very easy to unravel Vox when you play with his wires just right. Literally.
Tags/CW: Smut, sub!vox, edging, wire play, brat taming
A/N: Purely my horniness. Hope someone else enjoys this self indulgent thing; If you have Sub Vox scenarios my inbox is open ♡
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No one would believe the sight unfolding within Vox's private quarters—The ordinarily composed overlord writhing and moaning in ribbon restraints like a bitch in heat, panting for more, more, more as you effortlessly unravel him in your hands.
And yet, here he is, tied up, red ribbon rope circling his torso and binding his arms tightly to the headboard, unable to do anything but throw back his head back and take whatever you give. You're not even touching him anywhere, ah- ordinarily intimate, see. That's the worst part. Maybe if it were you toying with his cock or teasing at his nipples, he'd somewhat understand his own reaction.
But you're not doing that. No, this weakness of his you're so dead set on exploiting is his and most likely his alone: A panel of wires easily accessible just by unscrewing a little panel on his lower back. This one is special, see, not like all the others. It doesn't control bodily functions or electrical pulses or what not. It's, ahem- sensitive...
Put bluntly, it controls everything sex-related. Genetalia (interchangeable, courtesy of this body's functions... for some reason!), how horny he gets, how good he feels, and, most importantly—
How easily he cums.
And you have turned that function off altogether for this night. It was so, so easy to let his typical, steadfast control slip—You whispered sweet nothings in his ear, said you'd make it so good, and he just let himself slip away, barely even registering as the rope coiled around his arms.
You're evil, he thinks, just as you pull on one particular wire, and a spike of pleasure shoots through him with a full body shudder. Closer, and closer, until—
Damnit. The restriction's still on.
"Fuck- haah-" he grits out. "Fuck you."
"Now that's not very nice," you murmur. He's about to retort when you pull at that wire again, harder this time, and his thoughts go blank.
Vox can barely identify the ensuing broken moan as his own.
And then- then you dip your finger underneath and fiddle with the wires, and he's getting closer, closer and closer again, the fire building up in his core and-
It stops just as it starts, that damned wire still unplugged. Or was it- crossed? Did you like, hold it or something? Vox doesn't remember anymore. All he can think of is how badly he wants to come.
"Come on, just let me cum," he mutters, body unwittingly humping the air for more friction as if that'll help—except the extra stimulation without release only makes things worse, keeping him teetering on the edge for longer. "Do you want money or some shit?"
You laugh, before shaking your head.
"Beg," you say. Vox blinks.
Did- Did he hear that right? You want him to beg? Him, Vox, controller of all of hell's television and technology, one of the strongest overlords in hell—to beg?
"I don't be-e-eg—" he starts, words buzzing out into glitchy static as you toy around with a wire. "Ah, fuck, keep doing that-"
And then it stops, just as he hits the edge, again. Vox has lost count by now of how many times this has happened. The sound that escapes him teeters the edge between a whine and a moan.
You beam down at him.
"You wanna cum?" You say. Vox would've replied—Of course I wanna cum, no fucking shit, asshole—but right now, he's too drugged up on ecstacy and desperation to do anything but nod rapidly. "Why don't you ask for it?"
"I'm not going to beg," he reiterates. You smile.
"Not yet," you say, ever so patient and serene. Before Vox can try and ask what exactly that's supposed to mean, your hand is on the wires again, playing and pulling with more speed and skill than every before, and, and-
And the wire gets plugged back in, and he can cum now, closer, closer-
But then, right at the edge, your hand pulls away, leaving him denied again.
"Fuhuhuck!" He groans, before finally, finally murmuring out a whiny- "Plea-a-ase-"
You make a show of contemplating, humming to yourself, before finally, finally giving him reprieve!
"Of course!" You say. A click ensues and his sensitivity is turned all the way up, before the heat in his core returns, stronger and stronger and closer and closer—
In a flash of hot white, he cums, mind going blank and shudders coursing through his body. Vox trembles, riding out the orgasm as you continue your ministrations.
Except you're still going. It's too much now, a cup overfilled. He's already sensitive from the previous orgasm and—
White flares up again, another one taking him by storm shortly after the one he just had. With heavy pants, he barely manages to stammer out a semi-coherent "Wha...?"
You snicker.
"I said I'd let you cum," you say. "Not that I'd stop afterwards."
A shudder courses through him, this time, not just because of your merciless fiddling.
now that you're back are you planning to continue the celebrity reader x vees? i remember you mentioning nsfw hcs?
A little rushed but I hope you lovely folks enjoy :)))
Celebrity!Reader x Vees NSFW
But if Valentino releases new porno videos just a little too similar to how the fanfic goes, well, how coincidental.
They all read fanfics. The filthier the better. Do they commission? Abso-fucking-lutely.
How coindental it is that Val makes sure that the lead actor him is gotta be so fucking hot and cool and sexy and handsome and did I mention macho? And the female co-actor you is gonna be as close to you in the fanfic.
One wrong move from either of them is enough for Val to throw a fit of the century.
Val's tastes in fanfics vary from one to another and in all fonts and types. But he loves the fics where you punish him the most. Where the reader is helpless to your torture. Where you get physical and mean.
He can't help it, really. The way you get mean in those fics? Where you don't really give him a choice and just fuck the absolute shit out of him? How you just don't give a damn? Fuck him, shit gets him so hard.
Velvette releases a fetish collection that's disguised as a collaboration of sorts with Valentino but it's all based from fics that she loves and wants to see that shit in HD on the runway.
Reading somewhere about you wearing a long satin dress with lace trimmings and artfully ruined and teared in the right places?? Yeah, she's borrowing that.
Vel can't really help herself sometimes. When she's designing with her mannequins and she thinks of you and how you must feel underneath her finger tips? She can just feel the whine bubbling up her throat. She needs you so, so, so badly.
She reads and reads and reads and rips the authors apart if she thinks their canon is shit and doesn't into the personality she thinks you have. She praises the ones that fit into her ideas. All from a dummy account.
Vox?? Oh Vox. He's got it so bad. He reads fanfics that he gets so fucking hard. Loves loves loves the sub!reader tags. Needs it in his veins.
When the tower is quiet and Vox is finally left to do nothing. He quietly pulls his tablet and starts going to town. He'll read about how you choke 'him' and he runs his hands up and down his chest and grips his throat lightly. He can feel himself swallow and heartbeat just pick up a little.
Reads that you pump his cock ever so slowly while whispering filth into his ears? Fuck, he can't whisper shit into his own ears but he can tease himself to the point where his hips fuck into the air. Desperate. Sensitive. Pliant.
Sometimes. Sometimes. They're so tempted to create a bot in your glory to fuck and be fucked by them.
They want it so badly sometimes that they can just cry about about it but they don't think they can share "you" like that.
Besides, no one can really compare now can they? They just know you can fix something in them. If only they can just get their hands on you.
VOXSLUT3434 DROP A VOX X DOM!GN!READER ANDMY LIFE IS YOURSSSSS
OKAY HERE I GO. also i went with feminine names cos all the gender neutral ones were so ahhhhh 💔💔💔💔
vox x dom!reader
tw: edging, sub!vox
- vox was especially….. irritating today
- you were seated at your desk, trying to read or get some work done, but Vox just couldn’t stop annoying you!!!
- he kept poking at your tummy, shaking your shoulders, trying to shut off your computer.
- “come onnn, honey. lets go somewhere, have some fun! y’know, that new sushi please just opened?”
- you repeatedly told him to leave you alone, just for another ten minutes, but he kept persisting.
- “please, babe. you can finish that later.”
- sighing impatiently, you spoke, voice tight.
- “kneel down.”
- “haha, what?”
- “you heard me.”
- “sorry, hon. i don’t listen to-“
- “i said kneel.”
- the tight look in your face was enough to shut him up. he quickly knelt down beside you, eyes a little wide as he looked up at you.
- your eyes however were annoyed and frankly bored as vox anticipated your next instruction.
- “now, I’m gonna keep doing what I’m doing, and you’re gonna stay there and be quiet, got it?”
- “b-but-“
- “no buts.”
- you continue to read/work, sensing Vox’s growing need. the way his body shifted restlessly, how his hands twitched, both towards your leg and around his crotch. but he wouldn’t dare do anything without your permission.
- after a little while, you finally turn back to him.
- “now, are you done being a brat?”
- “y-yes ma’am.”
- “good. go on, take your little cock out.”
- vox nods quickly, face flushed as he fumbles for his belt. he quickly unzips his pants, shuffling them down a little along with his boxers. taking out his cock, its hard and hot, but he keeps his hands on his knees.
- “you wanna touch it?”
- “yes please.”
- “alright, make yourself feel good.”
- Vox struggles to contain his noise as he slowly starts stroking his cock. his hips buck involuntarily, red tip all flushed as his hand goes slow.
- “come on, a little quicker.”
- he listens, letting out lewd sounds, groans emanating from deep inside his throat.
- “f-fuck, it feels so g-good. t-thank you mommy.”
- “just what you needed, hm? permission to lose your head.”
- “I-I’m just a c-cock, just for y-you.”
- “good boy.”
- as he gets closer, Vox struggles to hide his growing pleasure. his hips fuck his hand, which works very quickly. you smile softly, before nudging your foot to toe at his balls.
- “hands off.”
- “n-no, please-“
- “i said hands off.”
- vox half cries, half angers as he removes his hand, leaving his cock twitchy and angry.
- “you were very irritating today, you know that? here i am, just trying to mind my own business, and you can’t help but butt your little head in.”
- “I’m sorry, I’m sorry momm-“
- “sh, its okay. I forgive you. come on, stand up.”
- Vox quickly listens, standing in front of you. his cock hands heavy from his groin, and he looks desperate.
- “hands behind your back.”
- he listens, and you can see the frustration and neediness in his face. your hand slowly reaches down to wrap around his cock, forcing him to let out a low groan.
- “you gonna be good for me from now on?”
- “yes, yes i will, i swear-“
- your hand slows.
- “yes what?”
- “yes ma’am.”
- “good boy. so good.”
- your hand speeds up, your eyes watching him carefully. voxs eyes roll back, nearly short circuiting as the lewd sounds of his cock fill the room. he struggles to keep his hips at bay, thrusting into your hand without rhythm.
- “you wanna cum, baby?”
- “y-yes please.”
- “ill give you one minute, okay?”
- “okay, okay.”
- you giggle softly, firmly gripping his cock. Vox immediately begins thrusting into your hand, movements erratic, desperate to cum. he swears, hands trying their best to not touch himself.
- he falls apart as he approaches his orgasm, hips failing and shuddering. his eyes roll back as he comes, fucking your hand mindlessly.
- after riding out his orgasm, he pulls back, panting with a red face. his flushed face hints towards his embarrassment.
- “what do you say?”
- “t-thank you.”
- “you’re welcome. go get your little cage.”
- “no! no, please, you can’t, illl be good, i wont-“
- “cage now, sweetheart. you know the rules.”
- with a huff, he stands, stuffing his cock back into his pants, and still obediently listening to you.
Imagine you're kissing and feeling each other up before he's supposed to go on the air. He's trying so hard to be quiet because his producers are in the hall and they can't know that you two are an item... But he just can't stop himself from moaning into your kisses. Your bodies are so close to one another as he sits on his dressing room vanity, his legs on either side of you as you stand there and embrace him. You're not even touching him anywhere that is remotely erogenous but his cock is getting harder by the second. He absentmindedly begins to buck his hips upward while you continue to kiss him, as an attempt to ease the growing ache between his legs. When you eventually notice, you gently pull away and see a very noticeable spot on his seafoam green trousers where he clearly has started leaking precum...
You could either leave him like this, a flustered leaking mess forced to try to hide the stain and his arousal on the air, with the chance he also might not be able to hold back his orgasm ...Or, you could risk his producers finding out about you two because of him running late, but stroke him to completion while you continue to grab and kiss him on his dressing table...
Vox would come home after a shit day at work and be grumpy and pouty about it but if you went "Aw, baby, are you okay?" with any hint of sincerity in your voice he'd start running at you like this
One thing I can't help but feel a Sub!Vox would unexpectedly enjoy is getting reminded/teased about the fact he has a safe word he can use.
Like, beyond just the safe, practical etiquette of double checking and making sure everything's still okay, in the scenario that he absolutely is still okay: You got him so worked up, overstimulated, repeatedly sobbing out "I can't"s, only to have you sweetly cut in with a sweet "Do you need to use the safe word~?" (Or any other possible non-verbal "STOP" sign that got agreed upon), and having that answer be "No."
Him getting faced with the fact that he can so, so, so easily have anything that's happening to him stop, should he so wish it, and yet, despite all his whining and begging and crying, he's actively choosing not to have it stop.
Him just getting so flustered by that paradox of him being reminded that he's in complete control over having no control~
YESSSSSS AUGHGHH I NEED TO PAMPER HIM‼️
🥀Cw: smut, sub!vox, safeword mentioned, overstim, not proofread bc i am both sick and tired im so sorry
🥀minors dni
once vox is in subspace, he really is a mess- drooling, moaning, whimpering, clawing at the sheets, and most obviously, crying
to most people this would give the impression that he wants to stop, but in reality, vox very very rarely uses the safeword but fuuuck it is SUCH a turn on for him that the opportunity is there
we all know he has a power kink, and he's so obviously in a submissive position during sex, but the fact that you're the one allowing him to stop if he needs to? it gets to his head
it also opens the door to his humiliation kink, bc nothing turns him on more than being humiliated. the fact that he could so, so easily quit, just walk out and be out of the embarrassing, submissive position he's in but instead he finds himself wanting to be wrecked- more than wrecked, downright ruined by you when he could so easily walk away. the entire situation is exhilarating and arousing to him
he also adores it when you use it mockingly, if you start cooing "aww, poor baby, do y'need to tap out already? gonna use the safeword sweetie?" he's already babbling, pleading with you to keep going, how he's being suuuuch a good boy! and then? well, he's rambling on and on about how he can't stop yet, how he needs to cum! how could you deny him?
vox takes punishments well, but will brat out the whole time, whimpering and whining about how he can't take it. however, the second you threaten to stop, or offer the safeword? he's putty in your hands, drooling and clawing at the sheets, practically begging you to keep going. its the quickest way to get him to completely submit to you without even another word!
vox isn't used to relinquishing control in general, so the power dynamics proposed by the safeword honestly make him trust you even more. even outside of the bedroom, it flusters him when you ask before touching him or when you ask about sex instead of just initiating.
when it comes to softer sex, vox also likes to be reminded of the safeword! sometimes he's just so stressed out that he just wants to be pampered, but he reaches a point where his mind gets so fuzzy he just can't stop :( he's mewling and whining as you ride him, tears streaming down his screen as you praise him, and he doesn't realize how far gone he is until you gently remind him he can tap out whenever he needs to. vox will nod, eyes watery and face flushed, and soon he becomes more aware of just how sleepy he is. he always makes sure you both cum one more time before tapping out, but i can also see him having a bit of a somnophilia kink, so he would probably consent to letting you fuck him in his sleep, with the promise of the safeword still being valid
i mentioned this before in the dry humping hcs, but sometimes, vox will get so needy and horny that he just can't stop, so the reminder of the safeword is often very useful when he's too far gone to communicate but is like 2 seconds away from passing out. but sometimes he likes to be pushed to the edge too, so he won't always use the safeword but gets off on the fact that the option is there
also tiny additional hc, i think he would like to use a meaningful word for a safeword. maybe something related to technology, like radio or something, or possibly electric. like if he started saying electric, it would mean he wanted to stop. or i think he would use a color system, you would ask him what color and he'd say red green or yellow depending on how into it he is or how he's feeling etc etc. either way he wants it to be meaningful and not just some random word- like he wants a sentimental reasoning behind whatever word you choose (feel free to comment safeword ideas so i can use them in future fics 👹)
vox lets out a wanton moan, glitching and panting as he humps your thigh like a dog in heat. he's writhing under your touch, unsure of where to put his hands when all he can focus on is the pressure against his painfully hard cock. its sinful the way he drags his hips, mewling deliriously as he creams in his pants for what feels like the hundreth time, and yet his pace doesn't falter as he ruts against you. he's a panting mess and barely coherent and he babbles, whimpering your name over and over. "fuc- zzz -k, 'm so- ple-zzz-" vox gasps, thighs shaking as you wrap your arms around his neck. his cock throbs when you make eye contact with him and his thighs squeeze around yours. a stain darkens the front of his pants, leftover from his previous release in his dazed rut. "vox," you coo, rubbing the ports on the back of his screen as he struggles to remain coherent enough to focus on your words. "vox, baby, do you need the safeword?" your voice is sickeningly sweet, laced with concern and lust.
vox paused at the thought, dread seeping into his body as he let out a pathetic whine. "nno, 'm fine," he slurred, rolling his hips against your thigh. "m not even tired," he mewls deliriously, and you nod, taking notice of his drooping eyelids and slowing movements. "okay sweetie, only one more round though, okay?" vox nods, tears streaming down his screen as his claws dig into the plush of your hips. you steady him, and you move your leg, assisting him in grinding against you as you shake your thigh. vox whimpers, static lacing his voice as he glitches out entirely. repeating your name like a prayer, his body tenses as he cums fast and hard, soaking his pants yet again. vox collapses against you, breathing ragged as he struggled to keep his eyelids from drooping. "you okay, baby?" you purr, and he nods, slumping deeper into your touch. "lets get you cleaned up, hm?"
UWRGJREHHEHEHEHE I AM ALWAYS IN THE MOOD FOR SUB VOX!!!!!!!!!! i love the idea of being soft w him sm- i genuinely have not written enough sfw stuff for vox so if anyone has anything fluffy to say ab him PLEASE come into my inbox. ALSO IF ANYONE HAS ANYTHING LUTE RELATED TO SAY ESPECIALLY/INCLUDING SMUT ALSO PLS COME INTO MY INVOX BC RUEGRHRGRHGR THEYRE BOTH MY FAVS RN
My hazbin hotel prison fan fic has 3 chapters and 19 A5 pages :D
Here’s some art relating to it that I’ve already posted but I will post it again because f u >:p
There’s two Whitmans, One is Victor “Vox” Whitman, CEO of a massive cybersecurity company, in prison for tax evasion, stalking and a bar fight, he’s serving a sentence of 5-10 years, having served three already!
Meanwhile, Vincent Whitman is in prison for killing his way to the top, becoming “Voice of the people” at channel 5 and also, eating some of his victims, something he’s been adamant he didn’t do, even when he fully confessed to the murders. He’s serving five life sentences without parole. (He’s been in jail for a few days)
Lucifer Morningstar of the Morningstar family, is in prison for stalking his ex wife Lilith, breaking and entering, resisting arrest and attempted murder, having been deemed to dangerous, he got a life sentence, forced therapy and possibility of parole after 10 years, he’s been in jail for 6!
During those years, he reconciled slightly with his daughter who feels bad for him, carved ducks into the walls of his cell and gave himself a duck tattoo… accidentally making it upside down.
(Lucifer is also Albino, and therefore has special lights in his cell to not be too blind, and has the ability to stay inside on to sunny days)
