hiii it's my first apperance after a bit..and-well sighh bratty idol reader i love and i also love how u interperated my cam girl request-they were both so good
i kinda wanna see more bratty headcannons...sighh obviouslt for vox but also idk do whoever u want with a bratty reader
AH my fave 🙈 dw I missed u to. And tbh the cam girl one is my favourite one to. Like the best I’ve wrote for vox for sure. But for you I have some more bratty headcannons soft AND Nsfw for voxxy 🫶 love yaaa
Vox x bratty female reader (soft/fluff AND NSFW headcannons)
Morning routine battles: Vox is a workaholic who wakes up glued to multiple screens. You love crawling into his lap while he’s reviewing overnight ratings, deliberately blocking his view and whining that he pays more attention to “stupid pixels” than you. “Doll, move that perfect ass or I’ll—static—fuck, you’re doing this on purpose again, aren’t you?” His screen flickers with annoyed pink lines that quickly melt into little heart icons. “Fine, five minutes. But if my numbers drop because of your bratty little distractions, I’m making you sit through the entire shareholder meeting on my lap as punishment.”
Bratty gift rejections he secretly lives for: He surprises you with a limited-edition VoxTek smart collar that doubles as a stylish choker (with built-in tracking, obviously). When you cross your arms and sass, “I’m not your pet project, Vox,” he just grins wider. Vox: “Oh please, baby. You’re my favorite project. Put it on or I’ll hack every speaker in the tower to blast your voice moaning my name on loop until you do.” He leans in, voice dropping to that smooth broadcast tone. “Besides… it looks fucking gorgeous on you. Almost as good as my hands.”
When you comfort his rare insecure moments: After a bad day where Alastor gets mentioned in the news, Vox paces with glitching static. You brat out by poking his screen and saying, “Stop sulking like a rejected flat-screen, drama king.” It shocks him into laughing. “Drama king? Me? That’s rich coming from the queen of attitude.” He pulls you close anyway, screen dimming to a soft blue as he rests his forehead against yours. “Only you can call me that and not end up broadcasted as a warning. Stay… I need my favorite pain in the ass right now.”
Public “couple goals” gone wrong (in the best way): At a big Vee event, he tries to show you off with a dramatic dip kiss for the cameras. You brat and turn your head at the last second, making him kiss your cheek instead. The crowd eats it up.
Vox: “You little—! Smile for the viewers, doll. They love a good show.” Later in the limo, he pins you gently against the seat with a smirk. “Pull that stunt again and the next headline will be ‘Vox’s Brat Gets What She Deserves Live On Air.’”
Late-night vulnerability switch
He lets you vent about your day while he absentmindedly plays with your hair, his claws surprisingly gentle. When you huff, “You’re not even listening, you screen-obsessed idiot,” he chuckles. Vox: “Oh I’m listening, baby. Every word. How else am I supposed to know exactly how to spoil you rotten later?” His voice glitches softly with affection. “You’re the only one who gets the unfiltered Vox. Lucky you.”
“Correction” during work calls:
You decide to be extra bratty while he’s on a important video conference—teasing him under the desk with your hand or foot. He keeps his professional face on… barely.
Vox: “Yes, Velvette, the new line is—ngh—on schedule. No issues here.” Once the call ends, his screen flashes red as he yanks you up onto the desk. “You think that was cute? Now I’m muting every fucking camera in this office while I remind you who owns this pretty mouth. On your knees, troublemaker. Let’s test that attitude.”
Hypnosis + edging marathon: When you’ve been sassing him all day, he locks eyes and sends hypnotic pulses through his screen while slowly working you with his fingers or tongue. “Look right here, doll—good girl. Feel that buzz? That’s me turning your brain to static until the only thing you can say is ‘please, Vox.’” He pulls back right as you’re about to tip over, grinning. “Not yet. Brats don’t get to cum until they apologize nicely… or until I decide I like hearing you beg more.”
Possessive wall sex after jealousy: Someone at a club compliments your outfit a little too long. Vox drags you to a private back room, pressing you against the wall with one hand while the other sparks electricity along your thighs.“Mine. Say it louder, baby—I want the whole damn club to hear through the walls if I have to.” He thrusts in deep, screen pressed close so you see every glitch of lust. “You love pushing me, don’t you? Getting me this worked up… fuck, you feel perfect when you’re clenching around me like a desperate little brat.”
Slow, teasing “reward” when you behave (temporarily): After you’ve been good for once, he lays you out on his massive bed and takes his sweet time worshipping every inch while still mixing in light degradation.
Vox: “See? When you’re not running that mouth, you’re my perfect little star. So wet for me already… pathetic how fast you fold.” His voice turns softer, static humming like a purr as he sinks into you. “But I love it. Love breaking you down and building you back up. Tell me who you belong to while I fuck you nice and deep, doll.”
Post-scene soft reset: No matter how intense the scene gets—whether he’s had you bent over his broadcast desk or riding him until your legs shake—he always pulls you into his chest afterward. Screen glowing a calm, warm blue, claws tracing lazy patterns on your skin while he offers water or snacks from a hidden mini-fridge. “There she is… my favorite little troublemaker, all soft and fucked out. You okay, baby? Need anything?” He kisses the top of your head, voice unusually gentle. “You can go right back to sassing me in ten minutes. I’ll be ready.”
