In honor of hazbin season 2 coming out CAN WE PLEASE GET SOME MORE SUB VOX AND/OR SUB!TOP VOX HEADCANONS IM BEGGING 🙏🙏
🌀 a/n: vox as a sub top is actually soooo yummy im chewing on him as we speak
🌀 cw: smut, gn!reader, dom/sub dynamics, sub!vox, praise/degradation, mentions of anal and piv, overstimulation, manhandling
🌀 top dividers/bottom divider
Vox is most definitely a control freak, and that certainly transfers to the bedroom as well, however, as much as he loves to give the illusion of control, this man just cannot stay dominant. he's bratty and bitchy and needs to be put in his place, and won't stop pestering you until you do so
the first time you're both intimate, whether it be in a serious relationship or just a fling, Vox absolutely tries to take full and total control- and believe me, he can! but after a while, you start to see a much more prominent side of him that absolutely needs to be dominated. he's so tense and easily flustered, it doesn't take much for him to agree to swap the roles while in bed. at first, he's dismissive, especially when you assume your usual position of him being above you. Vox thinks you're all talk, and that the second you guys start fucking you'll slip back into your previous submission but nooo
he's so surprised and confused when you continue sweet talking him, praising and degrading him until he's a flustered mess
Vox has an insane praise kink thats so easy to weaponize, and the more you praise him and goad him into pleasuring you the more aroused he becomes
being physically dominant is his only reassurance as he gets caught up in the pleasure sooo easily, but you both know who's really in control. his cock is so twitchy and needy, and the second he's buried to the hilt in your aching hole and you start cooing to him about how he's doing such a good job? he's done for
loves when you guide him on how to fuck you. even though he's still technically on top, he loves when, in positions like missionary or a mating press, you rock your hips up into him or force him to keep up with your pace
something about the struggle for dominance really gets him going, especially with the knowledge that you're the one allowing him to be on top- and that in a heartbeat, you can take that control away. theres something very titillating for him in the act of being manhandled, of knowing that he's only in control because you're letting him be there
also absolutely loves when you show him what you want him to do, such as drag his hands where you want them to go or force him to kiss you
while he does enjoy being praised while being on top, i think Vox also has a penchant for being thrown around or degraded a bit too. he's a bit of an asshole, and i think that in a relationship with him you'll have a LOT of post-argument sex in which he's topping you and doing his best to please you while still being entirely submissive. in times like this, where you're frustrations are high and you want to get more physical, he's more than willing to let you scratch or mark him, or even just toss him around and put him into compromising positions
this also applies to oral sex, while i lowk dont know how exactly it'd work with a flatscreen tv, whether you have a dick or a cunt if you drag him closer to your sex while he's giving you head or force his mouth onto you it'd definitely turn him on. seeing you be demanding while still technically bottoming is such a turn on for him, and a part of him secretly loves the idea of being used.
when it comes to heavier bdsm, one of the best ways to punish Vox is to make him top when he is absolutely expecting to be pampered. making him fuck you until he's mewling and whimpering, only to tell him he's not done until you cum one more time even though he's twitching and crying?? he'll bitch and moan about how you're so cruel to him, but you can't ignore how eagerly he ruts into you like a bitch in heat as you make him overstimulate himself.
better yet, making him edge himself while topping you. he's doing breathing excercises in his head as he's trying oh so hard not to cum prematurely as your cunt/ass squeezes his cock soo tight while you whisper the sweetest things into the crook of his neck, grinning cruelly as his cock twitches inside you, knowing just what you're doing to him and teasing him until he bluescreens
overall, i think that Vox both subbing and topping is actually pretty in character, especially in a serious relationship in which you're testing the boundaries of him truly and fully subbing. as previously stated, he's definitely a control freak, and the rush of being on top while simultaneously submitting to you is very appealing. he's down to try basically anything, and ultimately would be an adorable subtop.
theres so much more that can be said on this so if anyone wants any specific scenarios pls send a request 🥹🥹🥹 ive missef writing for hazbin oml i used to fill the sub vox tag and this is bringing back memoriessssss- ANYWAYS PLS SEND IN MORE HAZBIN REQUESTS IM FINALLY MOTIVATED AGAIN ‼️‼️‼️
♡ warnings NSFW, dom reader, sub vox, mommy kink, vox does in fact cry, fem reader, NOT PROOFREAD
summary ♡ Most of Vox’s desires were for power, and supreme control. Ironically, most sexual encounters with Vox gave him the opposite.
Vox was a contradiction.
From the moment he took his first breath— and then again, following his last one, every word out of his mouth has been a lie, a display of hypocrisy, or a desperate attempt to get something he wanted.
Strangely, the ways in which he contradicted himself are nonsensically straightforward. The lies he tells carry so much weight, simply just being from his word, he almost makes no attempt to cover up any holes in his propaganda.
He was honest in his lies. There’s the contradiction.
More on, even his goals and ambitions didn’t add up. Have complete control, with two equals by your side. Command respect, but welcome rivalry that results in humiliation. And of course…
“Are you gonna stop because such a brat, now? Or do I need to keep putting you in your place,” he grinned low and sinister, pinning your hands above your head as he dipped his cock inside you for the first time.
“Are you gonna stop stalling and fuck me?” You said, bored.
He frowned when you hardly reacted to the dirty talk. Vaguely, you thought about how rare of a result that must be for him. “Don’t think I don’t know how turned on you are right now. You love this attention don’t you?”
He purred low as he began to rut inside you. You rolled your eyes. “Oh, big time. Because I look like i’m enjoying it, right?”
His brows knotted, “Stop that.” He nearly barked it at you. “Can you just bite your tongue like a good slut?”
“Temper, temper,” You coo. “Anger is weakness. See; I’m not mad i’m having the worst sex in the world right now.”
He grunted, hands loosening their grasp on your wrists, “Shut the hell up! Stop being such a bitch, already—“
“I will when you stop fucking me like you’re a virgin— God, it’s pathetic, baby.” He groaned as you rutted into his cock softly.
He let go of your wrists in an attempt to catch your hips, but you were quicker. In one smooth maneuver, you flipped on top of him.
“No!” He groaned. “We are not doing this tonight— that isn’t fair, ah!”
Rolling your hips once again, you frowned. “All you’ve shown me tonight is that you can’t handle being in control.” He let out a dejected whimper.
“Ungh— you know, you’re the only bitch I have this problem with—“ He grunted through gritted teeth.
“So you admit you’re just not good enough?”
“No!” He cried, and his eyes began to swirl. Briefly, you get a moan build in the back of your throat before quickly glancing away.
“Ha— almost got you— OW, son of a bitch!” You lands a fierce punch on his upper lip. His screen cracks.
“Who’s the brat now, baby?” You ask. Before he can answer you speed up on his cock furiously, and he can only whine out insults bellow you.
“There he is,” you remark at his moaning, “That’s the weak, pathetic man I remember.”
“S-Shut up! Fuck you— This isn’t— This isn’t hot—“ He cut himself off with a moan. Go figure.
“Your leaky dick is saying otherwise,” you coo above him. “I’d start acting good if I was you. We both know how much you love praise.”
He whimpered, before growling “You don’t know shit, you fucking cunt—“
Your hand shoots to his throat, “I know all about you. You love being in control, don’t you? But why; is it because you like the attention, the worship, or is it just the approval that does it for you.”
Somewhere throughout the speech you used your free hand to pin his hands over his head, and humped his cock vigorously, so hard you knew it must be somewhat overstimulating.
His composure faltered significantly, and his eyes fluttered up at you. His lip cracked, stinging with electric blood, “Fuck— zzz— fuck off—“
Your squeezed his throat tighter, “Notice something; I’m still on your cock, I can feel you leaking inside me, and I have you fully pinned. If you really didn’t like this— fuck— you could overpower me. That’s the kicker. You only fight back for appearances. Because it’s ingrained in you. But you want me to call you my good boy so bad.”
He whimpered, broken underneath you, and he arched closer to you. “N—No— I— zzz”
His screen glitched out, and he squirmed in your grasp.
“Admit it. You just want mommy to baby you, don’t you?” You tease. “Want me to tell you how pretty you look, what a smart boy you are. How i’m proud of you for taking it so well.”
His eyes pricked with tears, and he let out a pathetic “Mm—mmm— zzz—“
“All it takes is a sorry, baby. Quit being a brat already.”
He bit his lip fiercely, and wiggled underneath you. His body was soaked with sweat and his screen glitched out every other second.
“‘m sorry! ‘m sorry— please— mommy, oh momma— I can’t” He cried with deep shame, rutting himself into you.
“Aw, that’s my good boy. Such a sweetheart,” your hand unclasped from his throat and he gasped. Instead, you soothingly pet his chest as he heaves.
And there’s the contradiction. Vox wanted power so bad, he wanted to win so bad. But why? Because he wanted love; maybe. More likely, he was a narcissist who wanted compliments and praise to fuel his ego.
But his need for control was so easy to utilize, like dangling a carrot over a rabbit. Take it away, and he is stripped, left with only the reasons he wanted it in the first place.
“Hush, my baby.” You coo, wiping his face dry with your thumb. “Mommy’s here.”
He whimpered.
One of the most powerful men in hell, under you, powerless, crying, and loving it.
ᯤ NSFW, assistant!reader, blowjob, semi-public sex, vox’s glow stick dick, degrading pet names, he goes from dom to sub hehe
You’re sat so pretty under Vox’s desk when someone walks in
Vox would never get tired of this view. You, knelt under his desk in nothing but your underwear, with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The glow of his tip lighting up your cheeks and throat being one of his biggest turn-ons.
“You’re fucking perfect like this,” Vox hummed, trying to mask just how much you were affecting him, “Sucking my dick like my personal whore.”
You moaned around his length and Vox involuntarily thrusted up into your mouth, a groan slipping through his digital lips.
The day had been a stressful one, so when you walked into his office, evening reports tucked under your arm, Vox just couldn’t help himself.
He stood as you approached his desk, and grabbed your hand when you held out the reports for him. When you looked up at him, a blush coloring your cheeks, he smirked and leaned closer, “I have a new task for you, Doll.”
The two of you have been fooling around for some time now. Stress relief, that’s all. You were nothing more than an employee that he sleeps with occasionally, nothing more. The fact that Vox purposely keeps you working late so that he can fuck you is beside the point. So, when he told you he wanted you stripped and under his desk, you agreed easily and did exactly that.
And god is he thankful for that.
“Fuck, so good.” Vox moaned and reached down with one hand to grip your hair. He watches as you look up at him through lashes clumped with tears, and scratches his claws against your scalp. You moan around him again, the vibration shooting up his spine and making his hips buck.
Vox could feel the wet mix of saliva and precum soaking into the fabric of his dress pants, but couldn’t care less. You had only pulled his cock and balls out, leaving the rest of him still clothed. Per his request, of course. Him, fully dressed, and you, almost naked, was something so simple and yet so very hot.
You suddenly deep throat him, pushing yourself down on dick until your nose pressed into his pubic hair. Then you swallowed, or gave your best attempt at it, and the feeling of your throat tightening around him made his toes curl.
“S-shit,” Vox glitched, voice dipping into static as his climax approached, “Keep doing that and i’m goi-”
“Sir?” There was a knock on his door before his assistant, Papermint, opened it and peaked his head in, “I’m sorry to disturb you but-”
“WHAT?!” Vox yelled, sitting up and feeling his hypnotic powers take over his left eye. Angry doesn’t even begin to describe what’s coursing through his veins. He was so close, right on the edge and you weren’t stopping.
If it wasn’t for the soothing circles you began tracing on his thigh, Vox would’ve thought you hadn’t notice Papermint’s interruption. Apparently you thought quelling his anger was more important than pulling off of him. In fact you stayed right where you were, holding him in your throat. He could feel the little breaths you were taking through your nose, the air hitting his pelvis and making him shiver.
Vox tried to keep his expression neutral, or at least angry, as Papermint replied, “It’s Katie Killjoy, Sir. She’s complaining about Tom again, and this time Tom actually wrote his own complaint about her.”
Before Vox could open his mouth to reply, you swallowed around him again. This time, though, you gagged a bit, and what little pleasure he’d lost at the sight of his lesser assistant was regained in full.
“Sir? Wha-”
“Get out.” Vox groaned, hoping it came off as annoyed.
“Of course, Sir.” Papermint nodded before awkwardly scratching his neck, “I just need to know what you want to do-”
“I don’t care!” Vox yelled, slamming his fist on his desk as you moved your hand from his thigh to his balls. All you did was gently rub them, fingertips gliding along his skin. Yet it was enough to make his legs begin to shake, “I don’t give a shit about Katie and Tom, Papermint. Now get the fuck out!”
“Yes, Sir!” Papermint startled, jumping back and running to the door, “Sorry, Sir!”
The moment the door closed you pulled off, taking in a deep breath and coughing. Vox leaned over his desk, trying to bite his tongue to keep him from yelling at you for stopping. He was so close, so fucking close, and he needed you to keep going. He needed to feel the wet heat of your mouth, needed to feel the tight embrace of your throat.
Normally it takes a lot more for him to feel this needy, this strung out. He was so far gone, so desperate for release that he could almost-
“Should I keep going?” You asked, voice hoarse. Your hand moved to wrap around his neglected cock, and he whined.
“Please,” Vox begged, his hands gripping the top of his screen as his elbows held him up on his desk. His hips were rocking with the slow slide of your hand, desperately chasing friction, “Please, don’t stop I’m so close please, fuck!”
The feeling of you wrapping your lips around him again, sinking down onto his cock to tuck him into your throat, was all it took. Vox came hard, so hard his vision went black. His body shook with the feeling and he moaned embarrassingly loud for a blowjob.
He felt you pull off again, this time coughing way harder. Vox knew he should’ve warned you before cumming down your throat like that, but it happened to quickly.
Getting his vision back after rebooting his head, Vox leaned back in his chair to look at you. You were a wreck, eyes wet, lips red and swollen and you were all but panting. There was no sign of cum on the floor though, and Vox smirked at the fact that you swallowed despite the lack of warning.
You blinked up at him, a fresh tear sliding down your cheek, and Vox reached down to wipe it away before cupping your face, “You did such a good job.”
The dopey smile you gave him was something he wanted to see again, and soon.
VOX. VINCENT. I DONT CARE WHICH. (if you want....)
smut... afab reader.. face sitting. i want vox to whine like a desperate man. if its vincent, same thing but USE THAT NOSE. freaked out, begging, and just plain whiney. he starts out with his egotistical god complex, cocky and dom, but just gets whiney by the end.
thank u i love u/p and have a wonderful day
LOVE YOU TOO, ANON!1!1!1!
I couldn't decide. Vincent or Vox? Soooo... Hehe. I made both. I was thinking about doing just Vox but. Haha. The nose. Yeah. The nose.
Friendly reminder: don't sit on your TV, because your TV is fragile and may break if you sit on top. It won't lick you at all, so be very careful ☝🏻
KIDS!!!!1!1!!1! KIDS, GO CHECK, UH, UUUH DANDADAN!1!1!!1 GO CHECK DANDADAN, KIDS!1!1!1!1! NOT PORN, PORN IT'S BAD FOR YOU!1!1!1!
Vincent is truly a very charming man.
He has a silver tongue, knows how to use it. In more than one sense.
“Mphh… you're so wet, taste so good–!”
In the high of the moment, so close to having everything he's ever wanted, there's nothing that makes him happier than having his partner's ass on his face while he's running his tongue all over that perfect pussy. His hands tightly grab their thighs, making sure they won't pull away anytime soon and stay at his reach.
It's almost the day! The day in which he will have his followers’ “baptism”. The greatest day of his new life. A life he'll share with his Reader.
They've been so good for him all this time. Being quiet about his unorthodox ways of rising among their peers, of making him stand out. They deserve it. Think of it as his first miracle as a God. Eat his partner out until they're sobbing, whining and praying to him for more.
With his hooked nose, he nudges their clit, helping them get closer to their climax and become more stimulated.
“Ffuck– t-that's it. Fuck. Moan louder– beg for you g-mpgph–!”
Under the suffocating weight of their body on his face, speaking is difficult. Even more so when Reader shifts on top of him, pushing his nose further against their folds. He knows well that his lover finds it attractive. Certainly, that curve can hit the right spot and he's well aware of it… but that much to almost deny him breathing to have it inside? Well, alright… who's he to deny it?
After all, they're just desperate, all thanks to him.
His long, blue tongue can reach the deepest parts inside them. He sucks on their pussy lips, more worried about their pleasure than his screen possibly getting cracked with the weight of a sinner on top of it.
It's truly pathetic. It's pathetic the way he's so hard just being given the chance to lick their cunt like a desperate pup.
“Mmphp-”
His voice is clearly muffled. He doesn't even want to talk right now. He's too busy, fucking them with his tongue, stuffing them full and tasting their fluids to care about saying anything interesting.
His whines become more desperate. He needs contact. He needs contact now. If Reader steps on his crotch or something is enough. He just needs contact in his hard, needy cock.
The wet sounds coming from his relentless pursuit between their legs doesn't help. They taste so good. What kind of aphrodisiac does their fluids have that makes his head dizzy?
Reader slightly raises from his face. His screen is a mess… It's soaked with their juices and his saliva, his vision is blurred, hardly focusing on them at all. Actually, not being able to suck on them again was torture… His claws lightly scratch their thighs, trying to move them close again.
“Babe, please… Come back, c-cum on my face… don't do this to m-”
No sooner said than done, Reader's cunt was at his disposal again and he ecstatically grabbed their legs tightly, not caring about leaving marks, to lick between urgent moans, against their flesh. So fucking wet, he'll cum undone. Fuck being touched. Reader, FUCK READER-
That's why you don't sit on top of your TV. L–Look– look what you've done. You crashed the guy! Geez.
Kinda want to crack his screen myself wink wink. I'm open to exploitation– m-more exploitation...
this is so fucking long oh my god. i didn't mean to go insane i just did. i want so badly to put valentino in his place let me get him pregnant damn. but also the idea of vox being a little yandere nerd is so cute. mans over here like "he should have been mine" like he'd ever even approach you on his own.
y/n: why did the power go out...
val: vox probably got caught jacking off to alastor again or something. just keep going, babe.
vox, crying: my recording....
vox had never been secretive about his desire to know what everyone was doing every moment of every day, well atleast not to his coworkers. valentino and velvette both were well aware that every room in the building was home to secret cameras just out of sight. there was a silent understanding that vox wouldn't look in on their most intimate moments and if he did he sure as hell wasn't supposed to record it.
rules change. especially when valentino is running around with some young demon that came out of nowhere. vox was used to valentino's flings, his penchant to find a favorite whore and milk it dry until it broke. he'd never seen valentino with someone like you.
you were large, easily towering over valentino in height and your chest was the size of two of him put together. you had the characteristics of a bull with two hooves and large curved horns. you weren't valentino's usual type if he didn't know better vox would never have imagined that you two would be hooking up.
he watched the night valentino approached you, apparently val wanted a big guy like you to mess up angel's guts. you offered to show him your skills instead. next thing vox is watching you bend valentino over and turn him into a sobbing bitch. he really regretted not saving that first video but at the time he figured it would get re-created at valentino's studio the next day. but you never made it to his studio.
now vox was watching with baited breath as you followed behind valentino. the way you let the moth drag you around like a pet under the guise that you were his bodyguard. the way vox caught you eyeing up valentino's legs in the elevator up. before it reached the right floor you had whispered something in valentino's ear that clearly caused the moth to fluster before he regained his usual cocky composure.
as you two got off the elevator vox quickly switched to the cameras in valentino's bedroom. originally it had only been around 3, now there were around 9. vox had cameras and microphones everywhere in that room to catch every little sound and every angle of your body. the one in the headboard was his favorite, it was angled so perfectly that when you were pounding into valentino he could pretend it was him underneath of you.
valentino clumsily unlocked the room like an old man with a hooker a third his age. as soon as the door opened you pushed him inside, your mouth immediately slamming against val's own. one set of the moth's arms wrapped around your neck while the others played with the hem of your too tight shirt. your large hands rested on valentino's waist, your fingers so easily able to completely wrap around him. your mouths were opened and the familiar sight of val's love potion dripped from where your tongues met.
you shoved the thin moth right up against the door, his large wings unfurling in ecstasy. you barely dragged your mouth away, syrupy sweet pink trails still connecting your mouths as valentino gasped for air. your mouth wasn't done though, instead your wet tongue ran along his exposed neck before you closed your lips around his pulse and began sucking. valentino moaned, his head rolling back against the door as his body tried to push up into your own. the hands that had been playing with your shirt now dragged their claws over the fabric pulling a hot moan from you.
you pulled your head up to admire the new mark resting on valentino's pretty neck. as you were admiring val was tugging at your shirt again impatiently. you let out a little puff of laughter through your nose as you finally relented and pulled the offending fabric off your body. immediately the hands that had been digging into your back moved to touch and admire your broad chest. his fingers sunk into the fat on your chest and his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"oh mi corazon~" he dragged his claws lightly down your chest before stopping on your nipples. "what a naughty body you have mr. bodyguard."
"god val can you not talk like we're in one of your pornos?" you rolled your eyes with your own smile on your face.
"oh no~ are you going to punish me mr. bodyguard?" he pressed a claw into your chest again.
"i think I'm gonna have you arrested mr. valentino." you picked him up with ease, his legs wrapping around your waist.
"oh no please don't arrest me, sir. there must be something i can do to get out of it~" he ran his fingers through your hair as you laid him on the bed.
"you're so lucky I'm high on aphrodisiacs and you're cute." you spared both you and vox from more of valentino's cringe acting by slamming your mouths together again.
valentino got busy undoing the buttons on his shirt and taking off your pants. you were focused far more on sucking his tongue, your own hands desperately groping at his ass. you could still taste the remnants of the love potion on his tongue along with his sweet taste had you licking and sucking every corner of his mouth for more. valentino moaned into your mouth, his hands pushing at your stomach gently.
reluctantly you pulled away from him leaving another trail of saliva between you. "more... where's your flask?"
"thats not a good idea, mi vida. now get your pants off." valentino sat up just enough to slide his shirt off.
"c'mon val. when have you ever been against more sex?" you slid your pants off and stepped out of them, crashing back into his body.
"m not against more sex. but-"
"then c'mon~" you pressed your face into his neck trailing some kisses into his fluff. "you know I'll make it worth your while."
he let out a soft moan, fingers tangling into your hair. "mm ok a little more."
valentino fished his flask out of his skin tight pants and took a swig of it. you licked the bit that trailed down his lips before you kissed him properly. the sweet liquid immediately swirling around your mouth as his tongue pushed it deeper in. you could feel your head becoming lighter and your underwear tightened uncomfortably. where before there had only been a dull warmth that spread throughout your body now you could feel a desperate pulsing heat in every inch of your skin. your hands gripped valentino's legs tight enough to bruise as you drew them up to your hips. your body rocked forward, your painful erection rubbing against val's own causing what felt like electricity through your body.
"fuck..." you moaned, body humping against him again. valentino pressed his hands against your chest and pushed at you.
"baby, i told you it was too much." he scolded as you reluctantly rolled over onto the bed.
"val 'm on fire. if I don't fuck your brains out I'll probably die."
"oh no who could have seen this coming?" his fingers hooked in his too tight pants and he dragged them off his long legs.
you rolled onto your side, eyes tracing valentino's long legs while your hand lazily palmed your cock. valentino pressed a hand against your shoulder, pushing you back into the bed. he moved to straddle your hips, your boxers and his lacy thong the only things still separating you. he ran his claws down your stomach and you let out a deep groan, your hips rolled up into him.
"you wanna fuck me, baby?" val accentuated his words by grinding down into you.
"wanna fuck you." you grabbed his hips torn between stilling him and grinding up into him further.
"you gonna lay there and let me ride you?" he brought his lips down to trail kisses down your jaw.
"mmplease" you moaned, each kiss feeling like another electric shock to your system.
val hummed as his lower set of hands slid down to his thong. he made a show of hooking his fingers into it and dragging it down until his cock popped free, his leaking tip making a wet smack against his stomach. you watched impatiently, rutting your hips up against him while he kept making a show of himself. his hands slid across his pelvis to his cock, smearing the precum that dripped from his tip across his length.
"val, fuck, c'mon" you practically whined as you tried to grind against him again. "i get it you're so pretty. let me fuck you."
with a click of his tongue he let himself go. he said something in spanish too but you were too distracted to catch it. instead you were more focused on the way it felt like you were melting as his thin hands trailed up your thighs. his nimble fingers tugged at the hem of your boxers before he finally moved. he swung himself around so he sat on your stomach and all you could see was his pretty wings, you could feel his upper set of hands sliding down your stomach and into your boxers. his larger set of hands dragged your boxers down to your knees, your cock springing out and hitting against his own. you both moaned at the sudden feeling, electric currents running right to your brain as you thrusted your hips into the air. val shushed you sweetly before taking your cock in his hands, it took all four of his hands to encircle the full length of your massive member.
"fuck its always so much bigger than i remember." val admired as his hands ran along the bottom of your heavy length. "god how do you ever fit this thing inside of me... I'm amazing."
you snort a bit at his words before a loud moan rips out of your throat. it's hard to think when your cock is absolutely throbbing and the heat in your entire body feels like molten lava. you don't even realize that your hips are trying so hard to fuck into his hands, he has to pin you down with all his strength to just get you to stop shaking the bed.
"we're not gonna do that shit where you go crazy and start fucking me like a wild animal tonight. I'm in control, got it?" he said it like you could respond or even really parse his words.
vox rolled his eyes at the screen before taking a drink of his coffee. "as if that's gonna happen." he said like valentino could hear him.
vox had watched you two go at each other like rabbits and he'd never seen you quite this out of it. he knew it was just the drugs and nothing valentino was doing, i mean for a guy whose whole job is sex his hand job is so sloppy. if vox had you all to himself like that his long tongue would be swirling around as much of your length as he could reach. just thinking about it vox brought his fingers up to his mouth before sliding his tongue out to wrap around his hand down to his wrist. his other hand slid down to the bulge in his pants and he rubbed against it. if you were his he wouldn't make you wait like val was. if you were his he would be ready to take your massive cock whenever you wanted him.
valentino was teasing you again, one hand spreading pink lube along your swollen cock while another worked his tight ass open. his wings had spread enough that you could watch him fingering himself but he had his weight pressed against your hips so you couldn't buck into him. the sight of your jaw slack and your brows furrowed with one of your hands trying in vain to keep your moans in flooded vox's screens as he committed it to memory.
"don't be quiet, baby. let it out." vox and valentino said at basically the same time.
vox's claws dug into his thigh as you reacted to his words. you removed your hand and cried out loudly, back arching as you spurt out thick cum all over valentino's hand. your body was shaking as your hips fell back to the bed, the sweet shock to your system made your brain fuzzy. valentino licked up the cum that coated his hand, his fingers sliding into his mouth with a moan. he slid his other hand away from his slicked up hole with a slight whine. before he could miss it too much though he moved himself over your broad slick tip, pressing it between his cheeks.
you didn't wait. your eyes still glazed with the familiar signs of the aphrodisiac you grabbed your pretty moth roughly. valentino cursed as you flipped your bodies so you were over top of him, his wings pressed uncomfortably against your chest and your cock nestled right between his thighs.
"fucking, seriously? we haven't even started yet!" valentino squirmed fruitlessly as you pressed kisses down his neck and into his fluff.
"i told you." vox hummed as he undid his own pants.
you were unresponsive though, the only sign you even actually heard valentino was a little whine you gave. you tried to press yourself into him but your cock slipped down to rub against his own. valentino huffed about to scold you even more but all that came through was a groan. you tried again only to whine in his ear when you once again slipped.
"fu-fuckin hell, amor if you had, ngh, just waited another minute..." valentino's arms fumbled to reach behind him, your humping not helping.
his hands finally found your cock and he pressed your tip against his hole again. he used one hand to spread himself enough for your thick head to finally push inside of him. once the tip made it in you sunk into him deeper, a loud moan falling off your lips at the smaller man's impossible tightness. valentino's thighs were shaking as he grunted and whined, some of his own cum dribbled out of his cock at just having you finally enter him.
when you pulled your hips back a bit and sunk a good third of your cock inside him? fuck. valentino's claws dug into the sheets as he practically screamed. your massive girth was splitting him in half like it was the first time. you felt a little bad for your boyfriend and you leaned down to press soft kisses into his wings. the sensation had valentino's head falling back and resting against you. one of your large hands moved up to wrap around his throat while the other death gripped his hips.
you sunk your hips deeper, every painfully good inch sinking into his too tight body had both of you panting. valentino had tears in his eyes, his throat starting to hurt from crying out and getting the air pushed out of him. you were out of it, valentino was lucky you hadn't forced yourself completely inside him yet, your mind was fuzzy and the warm tightness felt like heaven on your aching cock. your mouth left wet hot kisses where val's wings met skin and up the back of his neck. it was a trail of bruises and bite marks and your hot saliva. you were about halfway inside his body.
"fuck. fuck. baby.. my stomach." val said in breathy awe as his hand touched his stomach and he could feel you bulging against his skin.
you trailed another flurry of kisses up the other side of his neck. "only half way." valentino didn't know if you were replying to him or just telling yourself.
his hole tightened around your length as he came all over the sheets, harder than before. you let out a deep grunt, hands pulling him up against your body like he was trying to escape. tears finally fell down his cheeks as you inadvertently sunk deeper into him. it was getting to be too much for your moth and he tried to push at your stomach.
"pathetic." vox grunted, watching as valentino tried uneventfully to push you back. "you got him high, you should be able to handle it."
vox had pulled his cock out and began making slow agonizing strokes everytime he watched you push deeper into valentino. he had been imagining that he was the lucky bastard getting his guts ruined by your massive size until valentino ruined it by trying to push you away. vox had several dozens of recordings that proved val's ability to take every inch, he didn't need to be such a baby about it every time. if it was him he would be thanking you for it even if he short circuited.
apparently you weren't paying attention to valentino's weak protests this time either. one of your large hands grabbed his thin wrists and you held them behind his back. the new leverage this gave you helped you sink until your pelvis pressed against his soft ass. valentino sobbed and squirmed underneath you but every movement only made him feel your massive cock in his stomach more.
"fuck fuck fuck, please-"
you took that as a sign to move and you dragged your hips back, your cock sliding back halfway with more ease now. and then you snapped your hips back into him, your heavy balls slapping against val's. that's how your brutal pace began, slow purposeful thrusts pulling back and then slamming every inch back in. valentino was screaming and in a few snap of your hips he had cum around you again. you had stuttered just a bit then but otherwise you kept your relentless pace.
valentino's thighs were shaking with every slam into him. if it hadn't been for your grip on his arms keeping him upright he would have already lost all strength in his legs. your other hand had wrapped tighter around his throat successfully shutting up his screaming and crying as his face turned red. he clawed at your hand but it was no use, eyes rolling back as he came a 4th time. you followed shortly after, emptying yourself inside his tight hole. your head was getting a bit clearer.
vox had been edging himself while he mimed your movements. his hand around his own neck was certainly not enough to get the same effect as your hands would but it was just enough. he was so close when you came inside valentino but he stopped himself, his breath shakey and his wires buzzing. he watched as you pulled valentino into another position and began fucking into him, his blue drool dripped down the corners of his lips.
his hands quickly scrambled to find his new toy, unsatisfied just using his hands anymore. he pulled out a large toy. while it didn't live up to your size it was the same exact shape as you after he'd meticulously mapped out your entire length with several videos. he could have gotten the sizing perfect as well but he was working up to it still and what he had now was already a bit too much. vox applied a generous amount of lube to the toy, lovingly stroking it like it was yours with your moans and the wet sound of your cock playing through his speakers.
after coating the entire toy he pulled his pants off completely and climbed to his knees on his office chair. he watched the headboard camera, examining the way your face so beautifully showed every drop of pleasure as his fingers pressed into his tight hole. you closed your eyes as you grunted in pleasure and vox pressed his forehead against the screen as his breathing got more ragged.
"can i.. please...?" he asked the air, drawing himself closer to the edge again.
he imagined that he could hear you mocking him and asking if he was going to cum before you even put it in. if he was going to be another pathetic whore like valentino. he let out a choked no as he reluctantly dragged his fingers from his needy hole. vox blinked bringing himself back to the moment before swallowing and taking a deep breath.
truthfully vox had been edging himself to you for weeks now. he made a game of it. at first it was just seeing if he could wait until you came so he could cum with you. then it became more. he needed to prove he was better than valentino, more patient than valentino. every time he would imagine you praising him for not being a messy slut like val. one time turned into two and now he was at 7. he could imagine you being so proud of him, kissing his face gently and telling him he was so good for you.
he felt his screen get hot imagining your gentle kisses and touches. he took another deep breath, successfully calmed down as he heard you grunt out another orgasm. you were pouring more of your thick cum into valentino. vox laughed.
"you're so mean. fuckin making a mess of that idiot when you could be here with me." he reached out and dragged a claw carefully down his screen.
you changed your and valentino's position to one of vox's favorites. god it's like you knew he was watching. valentino's long legs over your shoulders was the only part of the pesky moth he could see and instead vox could get a perfect view of every muscle you moved to push your hips into your lover. he put the toy in his chair and slowly lowered himself onto the broad tip. one hand held him steady on the desk while the other spread himself open for the toy. just as it pushed into him he heard you let out a throaty moan and he felt his heart skip a beat.
vox moaned for you as he lowered himself down further on the toy that was just too big for him. he understood why valentino's thighs were always shaking when you were filling him. his own thighs were trembling being filled with something half your size. god, he wondered how you would break him, how your cock would make his stomach bulge. he could take it though. he would be so grateful. he was muttering thank you as he pushed the toy halfway into him. you again moaned for him like you were acknowledging him.
vox had to force himself to stop before he got too close to the edge again. his brows furrowed as he watched you make valentino cum all over himself again and his bitter jealousy bubbled in his chest. that was enough to calm him down this time so he focused himself again on taking every inch of his toy. he heard your delicious sounds as you came again, this time cursing as you rode it out into val's sloppy hole. vox buried the rest of the toy inside of him, imagining you came as soon as you filled him up completely. he was so good for you.
you changed your and valentino's position again, this time you picked the moth up in your arms and began using him like a fleshlight. you could do that to vox too, he was smaller than valentino it would be so easy for you to use him. he matched your messy thrusts in and out of valentino's leaking hole as he fucked himself on his toy. vox fell forward both hands falling against the desk and clawing into it as he called out your name. you were more vocal, more conscious this time as you made a mess of valentino.
"fuck, you're so good f'r me, baby. take me so well." yes!! vox took you so well, he was your good boy. if you could just see him like this.
"yeah that's it baby. every inch, just like that." you were so breathless and your grunts were so good. vox could only pant and moan out his thank yous.
"you gonna cum f'r me again, slut?" it was like you could see vox's leaky and desperate cock. vox could only nod, losing his composure to stop himself as he reached the edge.
"cum f'r me, just like that. c'mon i know you have more in you." your voice was too much.
vox's wires buzzed and whirred as he dropped himself on his toy. his claws scratched the desk as his grip tightened. his entire screen went fuzzy with static as ropes of thick cum spurted onto the floor. he couldn't stop cumming and his fans whirred so loudly trying to stop him from overheating as he let loose a months worth of edging all over himself and the ground. and then everything went black. his screen cut out as it overheated but more than that all the power in the building, on the block went out with a static buzz.
Imagine being the editor and reporter of a small, niche gossip magazine—raw, unfiltered, the kind Voxtek could never touch.
Imagine finding yourself in one of Valentino’s red-light clubs for an interview after his rise as the new face of Voxtek (now Valtek), only to see Vox working there as a prostitute.
Imagine Vox being so desperate to land an interview to regain a bit of popularity that he offers himself without shame.
“F-fuck—I can’t… I can’t… h-hah…” How much time had passed? 30, 40 minutes? No one had come to call you, announcing the end of the hour you had paid for, and Vox had already cum twice, your dominant hand slick and sticky with his light blue liquid. He’s sprawled across the wide bed, TV head tipped back against the pillow, the same cushion clenched tight in his fists as his fingers tear into it, helpless and overstimulated.
“Uh? But you said you’d behave… that you’d be all nice for me.”
Your fingers slide into the sensitive seams of his gills along his ribcage, and he shudders. A heavy spill of fluid follows, adding to the damp chaos already soaking the mattress from earlier, his body giving in despite every promise he’d made.
“Do you want that interview or not?”
A small, broken sound slips from his mouth as his fingers curl around your wrist—not to push you away, never that—but to guide you closer, urging you on until his heels dig into the mattress, his body reacting before his pride can catch up.
“Y-yes… yes, I want it, fuck… mmh—”
His breath stutters when your palm presses against his swollen tip, his neck drawing taut, the gold V-shaped choker standing out sharply against his dark skin.
“Good boy.”
The praise breaks something in him. He lets out a soft, needy whine, eyes squeezing shut as he tries—and fails—to chase away the tears gathering at the corners.
You shift, climbing over him, deliberately pulling your hands from his most sensitive places just long enough to steady yourself above him, fingertips trailing in a slow, almost tender caress along the edge of his screen.
He follows your touch like a lost thing, utterly drunk on pleasure and desperation, eyes fluttering shut as if surrendering to it all. He’s painfully aware of how pathetic he’s become—and that knowledge only tightens the knot in his chest.
“I can already see it,” you murmur, voice low and teasing. “That pretty face of yours on the cover. Big, bold words framing you…” You tilt his head back, forcing him to look at you again, and this time his gaze is hopeless—devoted to every syllable you give him.
You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his screen, almost reverent, like a gesture meant for his forehead, your nose brushing against it as you indulge him further.
“The motherfucking King of Hell.”
The words hit hard. Vox stiffens, a sharp breath tearing from him as his hands clutch at your hips. His pelvis jerks upward on instinct, helplessly pressing his sensitive cock into the narrow space between your thighs, soaking you with the evidence of just how completely he’s lost himself.
“T-that’s me… I want it… I deserve it!” he stammers, words tumbling out in a frantic rush as he thrust his hips upward, chasing the tight warmth.
You giggle and sway your hips, making it harder for him to fuck himself.
You feel him stir, tighten his grip until it digs into flesh, but you don’t care. Not when his eyes are nearly rolling back behind the screen and his mouth is stretched open in a slack, idiotic smile, streaked with thin rivulets of blood from where he’s bitten himself.
“P-please…plea-zzz-se…so close-”
You tilt his screen slightly with one hand and slip a thumb into his wet mouth, which snaps shut around your flesh.
“You can cum, pretty boy.”
And he does, exactly as you order—thrusting one last time into the damp space between your thighs and spilling with a broken gasp, hips jerking, thighs trembling so hard they shake the bed.
After a few moments, his hips finally slump back onto the mattress and you free his mouth from your finger, letting him breathe deeply again.
“Good. Shall we get to work now?”
LOL I had so much fun writing it because I needed more sub!pathetic!Vox in my list of stuff :3 obviously it’s not part of my ongoing series Do U Think I Could Be Redeemed, it’s just something to have a little fun 💕 byeee
SO someone on ao3 suggesting a vox version of lazy mornings cuddles & more…… i hear your cries for more in my DREAMS Y’ALL. HERE IT IS!!!
this IS more explicit than the alastor one (on my blog ;,]), but still nothing too crazy. love you guys!!!
Mature Themes!
CW: PATHETICCCC VOX UGH, sub vox, humping/grinding, lazy morning stuff!, no y/n used, GN reader (no genitals named!), humiliation + begging (my fav duo) — lmk if i missed anything!
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There’s always a hum coming from somewhere in Vee Tower. The sleek architecture muffles most noises, as workers and machines alike keep the entertainment district running smoothly, but they can’t stop the buzz of something electric through the bedroom walls. Today, the faint whirring of fans pulls you out of a dreamless sleep, to a room glowing with soft blue light.
You’re curled against a cold body, duvet heavy against your prickling skin as you seek out more warmth. He's always cold before he wakes up; something about shutting down and circulation. You lift your head from his chest, noticing that his screen is still black, flat against the pillow as he lies supine. You curl a hand around his waist, feeling for gills on the other side, skin flooding with goosebumps as you meet ice cold metal.
Bringing the sheets higher, you lift the duvet to cover his torso as well, trying to warm both of you at once. You throw a leg over his hips out of instinct, shifting so that your body is flush with his side, and you hear a soft chime from above you.
The room echoes with soft whirring as Vox wakes up, face loading on-screen at the dimmest brightness as a claw reaches up to your waist. You shiver as the cold metal touches your exposed skin, melting into his touch, “Morning, honey.”
He hums, low and staticky, voice thick with sleep, “Why are you moving so much? Aren’t you comfortable?”
You shiver against him involuntarily, sinking into the duvet more. His gills and claws are starting to warm against your skin, but just barely. “It’s just so cold in here right now. Not that you’re that warm…”
He grumbles, fans kicking to a high setting as his chest floods with warmth, body coming alive under your hands, “All you have to do is ask, baby. I'll get you anything you need — want a warmer blanket?”
You shake your head, pressing against his chest as you sigh in satisfaction, “Just need you to warm me up.” There's a hiccup in his breathing, a sharp inhale, and you feel the claw on your waist tighten, metal digging into the soft skin there. You lean into his touch, stretching your leg further across his hips with the motion. Laying against him, you can hear his fans working as he tries to keep his breathing steady and unaffected.
As you push up on one arm, he starts to protest losing your warmth before you plant your knee next to his hip, swinging so that you’re fully seated on top of him. Knees caging in his hips, chest and stomach pressed in a line against him, arms tangling in his as he steadies you, grabbing at your waist again. You watch his screen brighten as his eyes widen, display buzzing as he buffers.
His claws move further down, squeezing at your hips as your face hovers over his screen. His voice is layered in poorly concealed static as he meets your eyes, “What did you have in mind, baby? We could… fuck around, we’ve got time.”
You shift, settling your hips back against him, smiling, "I don't know, I was kinda just thinking about this.”
He visibly falters, claws holding your hips still as your arms rest around his shoulders. “Wait— Wait, you’re serious? But—“ His voice trails off in a whine, and he bucks up against you in protest. “You— We never have days like this!”
You smile at him, teasing, prodding to see if you can get him to crack, “and I'm making the most of it. I'm cold, and I'm staying right here to warm us up.” You pause, watching as his screen bursts in pixelated blues as you move down to his chest, dragging your lips across his skin. He shudders against the light touch, and you press your weight fully on his hips, heat flooding through you as he gasps. “You can do whatever you have in mind while I'm up here, right?”
Vox groans, buzzing with tension as his screen tilts back against the pillow again, watching the ceiling, “Baby, you’re not seriously gonna make me…” You press another kiss against his chest, and he knows you’re not budging. “Fuck— I— I’m not gonna just hump you like a fucking dog or something!”
You hum against his collarbone, one hand moving to trace the edge of his screen. “Why not?” you laugh into his chest, sharp and cruel, pushing further even now, “Do you think you’re better than that? Seriously?”
Electricity burns across his skin in embarrassment, “I— Yes, I'm not your fu(czzzz)— I’m n(ozzz)—!” His claws slide up to your arms, grabbing your wrists as he tries to gain some sort of control. He arches against you, breaking into a crackling moan at the friction, and you strike, twisting out to grab at him instead.
You press his wrists into the bed as he whines, screen glitching, “What was that? What were you saying?” You watch as the shame rolls through his body, heat flooding across the metal and flesh frame, fans whirring even faster as he squirms. You roll your hips once against him, and he falls apart, gasping and glitching, “Fu(czzzzz)— Baby, please—“
You lay your head back down, bodies pressed against each other again as he begs, thumbs rubbing circles into his wrists, “Go ahead. No one’s stopping you, Vox.” You relax your full weight into him, sighing as he moans, starting to tentatively rock his hips against you.
Panting below you, he starts to chase the friction, grinding up against you. He whines as his face brightens and dim without his control, painting the ceiling in cyan light, “Ple(azzz)— I’m being good, right? I’ll be s(ozzz), so good—“
You smile against his collarbone, “I know, so good, honey. Just…” You push at his wrists again in warning, humming at the whimper it pulls from him. You let go, reaching back and pulling the duvet over you again with a sigh, “…Go slow, yeah? We got time.”
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and you got TIMEEEE to fuck him UP, i believe in you baby!
hope y’all enjoyed!! as always, crossposted on ao3 anonymously here. i have MANY more vox ideas (help get him OUT) and maybe… even… a lucifer idea🤭 NO ONE FREAK OUT NOW!
