shameless kaiju smut that i cannot freely display here because it's too explicit, but i'll post a link to the full pic below! cw for bad porn dialogue (blame vox for that)
another self indulgent blurb, had a vision whilst i was doing "activities"
Make This Quick, And I'll Make it Last
932 words | MDNI, smut. ftm reader, top vox
“Make this quick, I have a meeting in ten.” Vox sighed, slipping his coat off his shoulders. Hastily, you stripped your pants and boxers, exposing your bare legs and pussy to the cold air of the closet Vox pulled you into.
You backed yourself against the wall, watching as Vox undid his belt, not bothering to put in more effort than pulling his cock from his boxers. He huffed, grabbing you by the legs and pushing you up against the wall; forcing you to depend on his weight for support as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Open,” he commanded, bringing a claw up to your mouth. You obeyed, allowing him to slide his large digit inside, sucking on it.
“Good.” He praised in a low voice, smirking. Your eyes met his, sweet desperation glinting in your eyes. A few seconds later he removed his finger from your mouth, spitting on his hand and reaching down to stroke himself.
Wires reached from his back, firmly wrapping around and holding you up as his other hand moved away to gently prod at your entrance. You shivered, whimpering for more.
“Patient, pet.” Chuckling under his breath, a finger slowly entered you, exploring your depths carefully. Your breath hitched in your throat from the sheer size; Vox was a large demon, and from his touchiness, his hands were no exception to that. You first noticed the third time he laid a hand on your shoulder to push you around. Ever since that moment, you’ve been craving the shape of them inside you. Luckily, you had access nearly whenever you wanted now.
Adding his index finger, you were now holding back whimpers. His fingers carefully stretched you as wide as your hole would allow them to, squeezing right around them in retaliation. You gasped, aching for his cock.
Whispering his name, you reached for his collar, pulling him in, begging for more. His screen would curve a satisfied smile, pulling out his fingers and briefly tasting them before grabbing ahold of you once more. Pressing himself against your entrance, he’d tease, rubbing his cock against your slit before easing in the tip.
“Fuck,” you cursed, grabbing onto whatever part of him you could reach. His shoulders, arms, the fabric of his chest; he found it utterly adorable.
“I got you, baby.” He looms over your form, secretly recording the perfect view he had. He leans down so you can hold onto him easier, and to better hear your sweet sounds as he pressed his hips further in.
Your eyes stayed trained on the connection point between your two bodies, feeling his length fill you up so good. Your fingers loosened on his shirt, tracing down his arms before clawing at the fabric once again as he bottomed out, slowly pushing in and out.
You held back a whimper as best you could, biting your lip to avoid attracting any attention. Vox fit your chin in between his fingers, making you look at him while he was half inside you, stretching your walls. “Ah-ah, don’t be so shy now, pup. It’s not like anyone will bother us, anyway,” he whispers, making you nod in response.
His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading them wide as his thick cock practically split you open. A satisfied groan would occasionally leave his lips every time his hips plapped against your own, relishing in the soft moans that slipped from your mouth as your cervix squeezed perfectly around him.
Just as you were about to plead him to go faster, it’s as if he’d already read your mind. Vox didn’t play around, he was a man of business; and in these situations, he would get the job done, quickly and efficiently.
You almost reached to muffle yourself as he started to pound into you, but remembering his orders, you simply threw an arm over his shoulder and used the other to grab onto his chest. He bucked up into you harder as you did, forcing a moan out of you.
“Fuck, you like that, pretty boy?” He’d tease, a smug grin wiped over his screen. You nodded, emitting an ‘mhm’ from your throat that heated his systems further.
Wet sloshing sounds filled the cramped space, complemented by your breathy moans and whimpers, sometimes huffing out his name. It only fueled him to finish faster, abusing your hole as much as he could before you would both cum, his systems glitching as he released his fluids deep inside of you.
Panting, his wires would retract, pulling out to hold you in his arms as you recovered from being a quivering mess.
You hugged onto him as best you could, uttering a small ‘thank you’ as you caught your breath.
Vox lowered you slowly, making sure your legs weren’t too shaky that you couldn’t stand – it’s happened before. But you could manage this time.
He cleared his throat, doing his pants up. “They’re probably looking for me,” he scoffs, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to you. “Here, freshen up and meet me in the bedroom. I’ll be done in an hour.”
Ruffling your hair affectionately, he’d carefully look around before stepping out, as if he would get in trouble with anyone for a quickie on the job as the big man of his own company. You listened as his boots tapped against the marble floors of V tower, until out of earshot.
You sighed. Every other employee would definitely notice how shaky your legs were, you just hoped that no one would make any smart comments about it.
this is inspired by my #1 fan over on ao3, who has been making me CACKLEEEE in the comments with their love and support. it’s time for us to be thinking about the electricity…… STRAP IN!
this might be the heaviest one i’ve written yet y’all idk…. time to dig in to kinks you didn’t even know you HAD! SHOCK KINK TIME >:)
NSFW 18+
CW: PWP, blindfolded sex, electricity/shock kick, humiliation, DOM VOX FOR ONCE EYYYY, degradation, lil overstimulation, grinding, no y/n used, GN reader (no genitals named!), just a TINY bit of choking :3 — (let me know if i missed something!)
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It’s dark, quiet, cold. A chill runs across your skin as you shift against the sheets. The hum of the tower is louder in your ears, and you listen for the crackling nearby. A tapping echoes to your right, and you swivel your head to meet it, feeling the hair on your arms rise from the static charge in the air.
A clicking noise breaks through the silence, followed by the tell-tale buzz of electricity. His monitor’s hum is closer now, a familiar whirring in front of you. You hear fabric rustle as he leans closer, static sticking to your face now. A hand comes up to cup your face, cool metal brushing against the edge of the blindfold over your eyes, “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Shit. Can you see anything through there?”
You shake your head, leaning into the touch of Vox’s claws against your skin. He moves to cup your jaw, gripping tighter as he pulls you off of the pillows, “Not even when I do this?” There's a quiet hum, and your head remains in his grasp. He huffs a second later, and there’s another noise, supposedly him undoing whatever he had done. He shifts, moving one claw to rest on your lips, pushing further into your mouth. The metallic tang pulls a gasp from you as it settles on your tongue, a steady weight holding your mouth open for him.
You stay like that for five, ten, thirty seconds until you feel the prickle of a shock building, slowly pulling you out of the fog your mind had floated to. You whine as electric waves melt over your tongue, curling down your throat like a cold glass of water. The metal tip of his claw presses harder, teasing the threat of blood mixing with the iron taste of his hand.
You feel the static hum of his display moving closer as he rasps, a low rumble coming through his speakers, “You liked that, huh? So perfect for me…” His other hand traces the curve of your waist, the softness of your stomach, before sliding up your chest, settling in the slope of your neck. His hand rests right at your jugular, a gentle threat against your pulse as you inhale sharply. You can hear the grin in his voice as the edge of his screen brushes against your collarbone, screen fuzzy on your skin, “Careful… Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, right? Just relax.”
The hand cradling your face disappears, leaving a cold sting in your mouth as it joins the other hand, forming a loose ring across your neck. Trying to breathe as shallow as possible, you’re just able to stop yourself from squirming, “Vox—“
“I'm taking care of you, baby. That’s what you wanted.” After a gentle press to your pulse points that leaves you panting, his hands leave your throat in a trail of light scratches. Gently carving a path down your body, you feel the pulse of electricity lighting up under your skin, covering you in goosebumps as heat blossoms under his touch. Pressing his palms flat against you, he rests just under your ribs, metal claws digging in more and more as you arch into his touch.
His palms carry a whole new sensation, a lower thrum of energy that fills you with static, body deciding between pleasure and pain as it builds and builds. You hear his fans whirring as he shifts, hands flexing against you, “Fuck, baby, if you could see yourself—“ He cuts himself with a sigh as you start to whine, moving against nothing but air as his hands slide further down. “Look at you! Barely even touched you…”
You body moves without thought as he stops at the apex of your thighs, pulses radiating straight to your hips. Legs shifting together, you try to get any friction as the pressure builds, whining as you throw your head back. He pushes your thighs apart, and the electricity fizzles for a moment, spiking along your nerves as you cry out, moaning as a plea for more.
You hear him inhale sharply, and feel the fuzzy static of his screen move closer, resting against the line of your inner knee, “Is this all for me? Shit, who knew you would be such a slut for this?” You thrash against his hands, whining and gasping as he finally places a hand against you. It flexes, and your eyes roll back under the blindfold, “Oh— Oh— Please, just—“
He hums, sending a vibration down your inner thigh, “Don’t worry, baby. I know what you need, gonna give it to you— Fuck, oh, shit— Look at you—“ His hand slides against you, wet and loud as he start to move, working with steady, slow movements as you claw at the pillow above you. You get lost in the feeling of him, pleasure building as you moan louder and louder, until you feel it starting again.
The shock is sudden this time, a touch at the most sensitive spot, a jolt through you completely, and you shudder as you fall apart under him. You reach for him, grasping at air before he leans into you, cold skin and metal slipping under your hands. “Please— I need you, need you— Vinny—“
He stutters, glitching and catching on a crackle of static, “I got you, I got you. Gonna give you everything— Fu(czz), more— Just—“ He presses the line of his body against you, cock rutting against your hip as he groans, screen pressing into the front of your shoulder as he moves faster.
Your bodies rock in sync, the slide of sweat and slick mixing with the steady buzz of shocks in your veins, leaving your mouth humming and numb and raw. Everything blurs as you rock against him, stuck between his hand and his hips, panting and shaking as the currents grow against you. With a quiet squeal of feedback, you feel a spark, a true shock of electricity that sends you over the edge, sobbing as you let go. Your moan blends with his own as you hear more whirring, and feel the weight of the blindfold disappear from your eyes, singed from a burst of voltage. You blink at the brightness of his screen as tears fall from your eyes, orgasm flooding through your body, warm and heavy.
His display lights up, bathing you in blue light as he glitches, groaning against you, “So good— So good— Fuck, I’(mzzz)—“ You whine as he keeps moving, hips burning in overstimulation as his energy crackles around the room, smoking static and flashing jolts of light against your skin and his. With another thrust against you, he cries out, panting above your face as his screen glitches in shades of blue and red pixels. His hand stills as you twitch, and you both shake, holding each other as you come down from your highs.
He nuzzles the edge of his face against your chest, relaxing fully on top of you, “Fuck.”
You smile, brushing a hand down the gills along his ribcage, “That’s th’ idea.” He groans as you laugh, a short, gentle thing against the top edge of his screen. “You’re gonna kill your neck like that, y’know?”
He huffs into your skin, “Let me die here then.” You snort as you crane your neck towards him, leaning to brush your lips against the corner of his face. you hum in thought, “Well, if you double die, we can’t do this with you sometime…”
Vox shoots up at this, sitting with knees boxing in your hips now, screen bursting in pixelated cyan, “We what? We— Why would we— You—“ He sputters as your grin grows, fans whirring louder. “Whatever. Whatever! Jesus, baby, you can’t just—“
You laugh as he flops down next to you, finally lying supine, grumbling in embarrassment. You slot yourself next to him, shuddering in exhaustion as you pull the sheets over both of you. “Just a suggestion, honey, no need to get all worked up about it.” He starts to argue again, but you shush him with a hand on his chest, brushing over the bottom edge of his screen for a second. “Stop defending your honor and take a nap with me, would you?”
He sighs, all static and satisfaction, before reaching a hand up to your waist, tracing slow circles with the edge of one claw. The room is filled with a peaceful silence, the whirring of fans and hum of electricity the only sounds over your breathing.
“Just remember it was your idea if it ever happens, baby.” He snickers as you roll your eyes, relaxing against his chest as the lull of static pulls you under.
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no bc like why did this actually get me hot on the collar WTF??? hope you guys enjoy it too!!!
as always, CROSSPOSTED on ao3 here! join my #1 fan oorange either here on tumblr or over there and COME YELL AT ME!!! your incessant cries fuel my bullshit :,) LOVE Y’ALL!
@ararouge continues to blow me away, this time with artwork for the RadioStatic oneshot 'I Want Your Drama - And the Touch of Your Hand' - featuring a bratty Alastor, in a dress - and a fed up Vox to set him to rights
The only way I can see Alastor tolerating Vox this close is with the soul contract shackles on and the hypnotising eye swirling, aroace king that he is :P
Regardless, enjoy this shameless self indulgence! :D
Speedpaint below the cut as always, no AI here 🙂↕️🙂↕️
It's another super long one so unless you're really interested in speedpaints (looking at you, @chocymilkmilo ), I don't blame you for skipping this one <3
heya i heard something something ao3 down something something Vax headcanons
1- in your work, what's Vax's relationship to his mama Val?
2- when he was younger, what did he regard Velvette as? aka when he was learning who was his mommy and daddy
Hi thanks for asking!
1. Vax’s relationship with Valentino is really good, Valentino surprisingly is often the voice of reason ( IE giving Va. privacy, setting firm boundaries, and disciplining him when he goes too far.) and a very loving parent toward Vax. And Vax loves his Mami but can admit that he has some anger issues
2. Velvette has always been aunt velvette, or aunt vel for short. In my story there is graphic mpreg and birth (BOTTOM VALENTINO FOREVER!) and since valentino gave birth to him, Vox is dad/daddy, Valentino is Mami, ans Velvette is Aunt Vel.
