but beyond that, i believe Lucifer would be a god at it. His skills would be impeccable, especially with how long he’s been ‘alive’ for.
he is sooo focused on your pleasure. he just wants to make you feel good and satisfied. he will gladly sit inbetween your thighs for hours. he loves eating you out
he’s so pathetic about it too. his eyes, hooded with lust and need, staring up at you as his tongue works its magic.
he will beg you to sit on his face. eating pussy is one of hi favorite things, a dominant women is his second. so you riding his face is like a dream come true.
squirt all over him a he will be in heaven 🙏 (no pun intended…lol) he gets so pussy drunk it’s actually insane. he’s addicted and down bad….lucifer is a yearner and a munch
Alastor
alastor isn’t a very sexual person, and he’d much rather tie you up and use his ‘tentacles’ on you or his fingers. his mouth is something he’s not too found off. i hc that alastor doesn’t even like kissing all that much either
but on the rare occasions he does choose to eat you, your left limp in his bed
alastor doesn’t half ass things, he will make sure your spent. he’ll hold you down and force orgasm after orgasm out of you.
he always looks a little feral while eating you out. horns bigger, eyes blacked out, and a smile on his face as his tongue reaches inhumane depths inside of your pussy.
i personally don’t think alastor would like face sitting all that much. he likes control, and he likes being on top. 69 also isn’t his favorite because i don’t think Alastor is a huge fan of head either.
bondage. lots of bondage. if he’s eating you out, odds are you are tied up. he’s also the type of guy to put a pillow under your hips and press down on your lower stomach to really make it feel good.
trust, sometimes alastor knows your body better than you do.
Adam
he does it for his own pleasure more than yours for sure. but that doesn’t mean he’s not good at it.
he talks so much about his head game and this and that, so the first time he ate you out you were hoping it was bad just so you could rub in his face that he couldn’t make you cum. unfortunately and fortunately for you, he made you squirt around 3 times simply just from his tongue.
he dives into that pussy. his face is soaked by the time he coms back up. slow and gentle isn’t the way Adam likes to do it
not to mention the overstimulation oh my god…
i don’t think adam would mind if you sat on his face, as long as you bend over and 69 him he won’t complain.
but speaking of 69, that’s his favorite position by far.
he also dirty talks the whole time; even with a mouth full of pussy.
Sir Pentious
like i said in my sir pentious hc’s (linked here) he is lazy with it
not in a ‘i don’t wanna do this’ or ‘i’m bored’ way….but rather in a soft and sensual way.
he’s always a bit hesitant, asking you if it feels good or if he’s doing it right. he lives off of praise, especially from you. Your moans really build his confidence up to. by the end of it, he’d be a flow state, completely focused on eating you out and nothing else
face sitting is something he would like because he would know it’s enjoyable, since your the one in control. 69 would probably be a bit too much for him. he can only handle so much stimulation at once lmao.
your pleasure is his pleasure. he just wants to make you happy. “i promissssee i wont dissssapoint, my love.” he would declare before using that long snake tongue in all the right ways. his snake teeth are quite sharp and long…so just beware of that….
Vox
Vox uses sex as a way to get what he wants; i 100% he eats you out to apologize to you. not like you can complain much when he’s really good at it 🤷
the tv head definitely required you to spread your legs far and wide, giving him all the space in the world to lick and suck on whatever the hell he wants.
overstimulation for sure, while i don’t think vox is too big of a munch, he still likes it. and he especially likes making you sob and squirm while screaming his name.
he’s always doing the three finger combo on you too. he’s learned a lot (mostly from val lmao) he curls his fingers up while licking you just right. he knows all the tricks and what makes you tick.
yes you can sit on his face. he loves 69ing and usually will complain of you don’t lean over and suck him off too.
vox is a little selfish, obviously, so sometimes he’ll complain if you just want head and no penetration. but if you make it up to him with some head too 😉 he won’t stay mad for too long
hey guys! i know…another hazbin fic….im hyper fixating….requests are open but going by very slowly so pls be patient 🙏 love u all 💋 (lucifer i want u soooo bad…should i write a sub lucifer fic?)
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You're too young for him. That's the first thing folks would say if they knew. Fresh into the studio world and still carrying hope. Vincent Whitman loves that. With a single sweep of his eyes, he's already decided what role you'll play in his orbit. He covets you.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You trail after him and gush to your friends about what a joy he is to work with. He's a legend, after all. A modern icon, if you will. “New kid,” he says one night when you bring him his coffee just how he likes it. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He knows you fluster easy and gets off on it. The age gap only adds to the thrill. It's a power play, and he's all in. He cracks up over your naivety. “Young people,” he murmurs, leaning close enough for his breath to touch your cheek. “Always looking for somebody to worship. Lucky you found the right man.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He calls you to his dressing room more often than necessary. Sometimes you get work done, but most times you don't. He likes to stand in front of the mirror while you stand behind him, fixing his tie. His hands clasp behind his back. “You’re shaking,” he says softly when he catches your reflection. “You don’t have to. I’ll only bite if you ask.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The first time he kisses you, it’s in the empty studio room. The lights are muted after the show, but you're feeling electric. “Careful,” he mutters against your lips. “People will talk if they see you come out looking like that.” When you quirk a brow, he chuckles and wipes a smudge from your cheek. “I’m a star, sweetheart. They expect me to be a scandal. You don't have that luxury.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Publicly, he keeps a polished appearance. Privately, he lets himself unravel. He guides your hands and murmurs praise. “You keep up better than I expected,” he tells you. “Don't let that change. It's why I keep you around.”
~🏨Hazbin Hotel Men x Reader Bedroom Headcanons~ (NSFW)
A/N Hi everyone! o/ Hope you are all doing well! I've really been wanting to write one of these! A list of all the scrumptious male Hazbin characters' bedroom headcanons with fem!reader.
I'd love to hear your opinions on these and your headcanons!
Warning: At this point if you know me you know that NONE of these are SFW o-o
The references I used for the name of the positions is the Men's Health article (https://www.menshealth.com/sex-women/a19547362/45-sex-positions-guys-should-know/)cause some of then I didn't know the name of, don't ask me why it's the first I clicked xD
Inclinations: Brat tamer/Rope top/Bit of a sadist/hybriphilia
Turn ons:
Gets turned on seeing you wear formal clothing, even if you’re busy and handling business he will make sure to free some of your schedule to get some of you.
Begging: No matter what it will get him going, so it’s pretty easy to get what you want once you know the trick. He also absolutely loves being worshipped.
Kinks:
Electric play: Loves to tease and seeing you squirm, can use his own body to do it so he doesn’t even need toys.
Shibari: He will tie you up, especially if he has a reason to be mad at you/punish you.
Remote play: He will use remote controls to turn you into a pleading mess, he can monitor your reactions from any distance since he has cameras literally everywhere. He loves having you beg for him before he shows up.
Unexpected kinks:
Praise kink: If you genuinely compliment him or praise him when he’s not expecting it, you will notice the faint blue blush flowing through his cheeks for an instant, though he tries to conceal it, it doesn’t always work.
Nipple play: He has very sensitive nipples, he doesn’t always want to be teased but if he’s into it enough he will gladly let you do it and you will be delighted with his brand new facial expressions.
Favorite position:
V is for Victory: Though it was initially for the joke, I actually really believe he would be heavily into that. It gives him a great control and deep access.
Oral skill:
Likes to eat you out especially if you’re soaking wet and sometimes will just toss you on top of his desk to enjoy himself a little treat, but it’s honestly more for himself than for you, you just enjoy the ride. Definitely amazing fingering game though for sure, ending up with you catching yourself staring at his fingers even outside of the bedroom. He can't help but smirk when he notices.
Trivia:
Very jealous and possessive with stalking tendencies.
Says he’s a boob man because he believes it fits his image better but really is an ass man.
Enjoys seeing you limping the next day while drinking his coffee.
Alastor 📻 :
Inclinations: Sadist/Sapiosexual
Turn ons/kinks:
Blood play : I mean…yeah. He loves blood let’s not forget about the reason he’s in hell. Well let’s just say period sex has never been a problem.
Dacryphilia: Even if he wants to comfort you he will still get turned on if you’re crying. He’s so used to seeing you cry when you’re being edged and teased that he can’t separate them.
Orgasm denial: He gets off from seeing you beg and cry about not being allowed to come.
Spanking/Whipping/Hair pulling/Sadomasochism in general
Dirty talk: Enjoys teasing and edging through words, he can be very descriptive and loves painting worded details to enhance the power of his actions.
Something that really turns him on is someone who will respect his personal space, but somehow the more you respect his, the more he will invade yours.
Unexpected kinks:
Mommy kink (kinda): We all know he was a mama’s boy. He enjoys being cared for and being spoiled.
Piercings: It wasn’t a thing back when he was a human, but since arriving in hell and slowly seeing more and more people show up with those he found out he very much enjoys them, he enjoys the pain people go through to get them and then using them as tools to tease and inflict pain.
Favorite position:
The hot seat: He's really good at teasing all yours sensitive areas at once and he can perfectly get it done in this position, sometimes it will naturally devolve into it if you just sit on his lap.
Oral skill:
Doesn’t enjoy giving it but when he does feel like doing it he’s really good at it, he’s great at edging and if he decided you’ll get the biggest orgasm you’ve ever reached he will make it happen.
Trivia:
Surprisingly jealous, tries to pretend things don’t get to him but they do, and when he gets trigger he will become passive aggressively insulting to the person he doesn't like and start gettong more needy and assertive.
He’s very two-sided when it comes to sex, he either is very much in the mood or not at all, and only he decides which way he’s going to swing, there’s nothing anyone else can do that can really sway him.
Lucifer 🍎:
Inclinations: Soft dom <3/Service top/Switch
Turn ons:
Eye contact: Intense eye contact will get him hot and bothered.
Lingerie: If he accidentally gets a peek of lingerie he will not be able to think about anything else during the day.
Kissing: A good passionate kiss or even a soft one can really make him flustered.
Passionate people: He’s really into it if you’re going off on things you feel passionate about, he could listen for hours, or eventually change the activity…
Unexpected kink:
Pegging: He’s very open about anything sexual, so naturally when this side of him was explored he found out he really really enjoyed that.
Rope play: He actually loves being tied up and for you to do whatever you want to him.
Favorite position:
Prone bone (But really all of them): In this position he gets to hit your G Spot with each stroke
Oral skill:
Canonically great at it…not saying that’s why he managed to steal both of Adam’s wives, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the case. He loves to take his sweet time enjoying every bit of you and literally gets off from giving pleasure.
Trivia:
He’s not a boob man, he’s an everything man, he worships every part of the female body, no matter the body type.
He can be very soft and sweet but let’s not forget he is dominant at his core, if you get too cocky he will remind you.
Will give great and soft aftercare but is secretly very proud of himself that you can barely get up.
Pentious 🐍:
Inclinations: Switch/Gentle dom
Turn ons/kinks:
Clothed sex: He finds it erotic and inherently hot, maybe because he's very shy and because of the time period he's from. He can also be very spontaneous, not taking the time to fully undress you nor himself.
Voyeurism/Exhibitionism: The voyeurism is canon and even if he said he regret doing it when he was alive, he regrets more the circumstances than the act itself, in Hell, as long as it's done properly with consent, he's very into both of these kinks.
DP: He loves making good use of his two dicks, simultaneously pleasuring you by filling you front and back. This tend to overstimulate you both however.
Unexpected kink:
Outdoor sex: It does go hand in hand with the Voyeurism/Exhibitionism but it is unexpected considering his personality as a whole.
Rope play: He enjoys being tied up and giving you all the power, letting you use his body as you see fit while he's being restrained.
Cuckholding: He enjoys watching you get railed by a third party now that he's come to terms with his sexuality and can explore it safely with you, guilt free.
Favorite position:
Yourself on the shelf: He can carry you easily and choose whether he wants to go softly or not.
Oral skill:
I mean with a tongue like his…
Even though he hasn’t had as much practice as some, he’s good at it and he listens to his partner’s body language. He makes sure he does the job properly, also loves receiving.
Trivia:
Will blurt out he loves you during sex.
Can surprisingly last very long, he has great self-control and stamina.
Aftercare: Will run around worried like he broke you afterwards and apologize profusely even though you couldn’t be more relaxed.
Valentino 🦋 :
Inclinations: Psycho/Narcissist/Switch
Turn ons/kinks:
Hurting Angel Dust/Fire
Unexpected kink:
Going to therapy hopefully
Favorite position:
Idk man
Trivia:
Has nightmares about Nifty on a weekly basis
Adam 🎸:
Inclinations: Selfish top
Turn ons/kinks:
Face fucking: This man loves to enjoy himself without a care in the world. Of course he loves to fuck your face, his hands in your hair, drowning in the tightness of your throat. He makes sure you can breathe…sometimes.
Anal: Talk about a forbidden fruit, again he loves the sensations that go with it. Thankfully he’s also good at making sure you enjoy it too but that’s mainly cause otherwise he knows he wouldn’t be able to get it as often as he wanted.
Spanking: He will spank you hard enough to leave your bum crimson. He’s either giving you hard spanks or grabbing tightly onto that ass.
Unexpected kink:
Vanilla sex (especially missionary): He surprisingly has a soft side to himself and enjoys the connection and proximity this allows, only sometimes though.
Favorite position:
Doggy style: Of course his favorite position would be one where he can go as hard as he wants, without too much eye contact He enjoys it pretty rough usually and will give spanks very easily.
Oral skill:
I mean he definitely enjoys giving oral…now he would probably be better at it if he listened actively to feedback. All in all he can be pretty decent at it but that’s not his forte. He does genuinely enjoy eating pussy though.
Trivia:
Will randomly show signs of concern and ask if you’re okay during the act.
Does pack pretty well
He’s an everything guy. Boobs/Ass/Thighs/Back he genuinely is probably the straightest man that ever lived.
Abel 🌻 :
Inclination: Submissive/Service top
Turn ons:
Praise kink for suuuure : If you whisper a good praise in his ear at the right moment, you can most likely make him burst.
Cock ring: The faces he makes after being edged with a cock ring for a whole afternoon are truly a blessing from heaven.
Hair pulling: Don’t read this wrong, he would never pull your hair, he’s way to sweet for that. However, since you accidentally pulled on it once, you both realized it was something he was very much into. If you catch him off guard he will bless your ears with a sweet moan and you will feel him throb.
Biting: He’s neck is extremely sensitive. Just kissing it already sends shivers down his spine. If you suck on it he will start groaning and breathing heavily. And if you bite it he will straight up moan whether he wants to or not.
Unexpected kink:
Chocking: You were surprised when he expressed curiosity about this, you were scared at first but turns out he enjoys a little chocking here and there.
Wax play: He’s a very sensitive man, physically I mean. Especially to your touch. Temperature play was something you tested at some point with wax as there are countless candles all over the place in heaven, you used it spontaneously but turns out, he definitely enjoyed it.
Favorite position:
Cowgirl: Watching you bounce on him is something he could do all day every day. He loves sucking on your tits while fondling your ass. Seeing you moan and enjoy his member is a huge turn on for him.
Oral skill:
Definitely didn’t take from his dad, he’s great at it! He won’t stop until he’s sure you are satisfied but he will ask multiple times throughout if he’s doing good.
Trivia:
Sensitive neck
More submissive than dominant but if you press his buttons correctly, he will show a dominant side of him exceptionally.
Big dick but doesn’t realize how blessed he is.
Has come from just kissing before.
Husk 🐈⬛ :
Tendencies: Service top/Pleasure dom/Brat tamer
Turn ons:
Bratty behavior: He is the soft version of what Vox would do in terms of brat taming, he can be very firm and remind you who's in charge when needed, but he also knows when to reward you.
Expressive consent: The more respectful, the better! He loves when you're very expressive about how into it you are. His ultimate turn on to be honest.
Primal sex: He can get pretty caught up in the heat of the moment and get carried away, though he makes sure to give you some great aftercare after each time.
Unexpected kink:
Uniforms: If you surprise his wearing a uniform you can be sure the response will be immediate and intense, even he doesn't know why it does that to him.
Favorite position:
69: Giving while receiving is his favorite thing. He can do it for hours but because he can get pretty intense, it's sometimes hard to keep up with his pace.
Oral skill:
Amazing skills, it’s like when the entree is so good you can’t even think of the main course anymore, thankfully he’s here to make sure you don’t fill yourself before then.
Trivia:
Wings are his weak spot
He's pretty vocal
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End note: I've realized that I ended up writing something rope related like at least 3 times, which is crazy cause it's not even my favorite, I guess it suits a lot of the Hazbin Men...
Now don't come at me for Valentino! I'm just joking (nah I meant it).
𝐂𝐰: P in V, Kissing, Mentions of blood, murder, and death, though no explicit details, I lost the plot halfway in, abrupt ending (I ran out of ideas)
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You are TV anchor Vincent Whittman’s assistant, but you are also his partner in crime, helping him clean up after his ‘messes’ in exchange for money. Still, it’s exhausting for you, and when you try to suggest quitting, he shows you his appreciation in other ways that violate the network’s policy on relationships in the workplace.
It’s utterly exhausting, having to wake up at inconspicuous hours of the night to deal with Vincent Whittman’s messes. Yes, you’re his assistant, but the job description didn’t include functioning as a part time, on-call crime scene cleaner. In fact, the only blood you ever thought you’d have to deal with was that of a papercut.
But, apparently, working for a TV anchor was far more violent than anybody knew.
Oh, and lucrative, too, because your salary was generous and your bonuses frequent.
Thus, your boss ensured your silence and complicity in his murders, even if you were starting to grow frustrated, annoyed, and, as of recently, a bit paranoid. Three men have gone missing in the span of a few years — all of whom once associated or dealt with him — and now you found yourself cleaning up after the fourth one.
“Un-fucking-believable,” You muttered under your breath, your knees, your arms aching as you scrubbed at the space in between the tiles.
You’d grown accustomed to the blood, the gore, the sickening stench of early-stage decomposition, but your mental and emotional well-being was already in the dumps. It didn’t help that you couldn’t fall back on somebody to quell your troubled mind, not unless you wanted to end up in prison or, worse, in a barrel at the bottom of a lake.
Still, that never kept you from voicing your feelings, at least not with Vincent. While he was your boss, the first time he paid you to help him, the phrase ‘professionalism in the workplace’ lost all meaning. And with each passing death he had you deal with, your dynamic changed, evolved into something strange but also… familiar.
After all, you weren’t a totally unwilling accomplice.
In a way, you were like his partner in crime, and so he treated you as such.
“You’re a piece of work, you know,” You said from your place on the ground. “I mean, how could you pull this shit a week before Thanksgiving?”
His chair softly creaked as he stood up, but you didn’t bother looking up.
“Okay…” Vincent started as he slowly approached you. “It’s a week before Thanksgiving, so what? You’re getting paid — and well, might I add.”
He stopped in front of you, crouching down to your level and balancing himself on the balls of his feet.
“I’m not like you, Vince,” You chuckled bitterly. “Yes, I need the money, but that’s besides the point. I don’t know how long I can do this for.”
Despite how upset you sounded when you first spoke, you were more exhausted, frustrated.
The last time you helped was only five months ago.
And while you never dealt with the actual bodies themselves, your responsibility including destroying any murder evidence and cleaning up the grisly scenes Vincent left behind, that was enough to deal a blow to your psyche. Again, no matter how accustomed you’d grown to everything, you weren’t like him. You weren’t a murderer.
You dropped the rag in your hands and sat back on your knees, casting your gaze aside.
“I get it, doll, it’s hard,” Vincent acknowledged with a sigh. “But what am I supposed to do without you, hm? Or, better said, what am I without you?”
You sucked in your lower lip, slowly chewing on it in contemplation.
The slick bastard. You knew what he was doing by telling you that. He always resorted to manipulating you with honey words to get you to squash the thought of quitting. And, as much as you despised doing what you did, you couldn’t help but fold. It was nice — he was nice, with that sharp jawline, strong nose, and silver-streaked hair of his.
And he was painfully aware of the effect he had on you, reaching out and grabbing your chin.
“Without you, I am nothing,” Vincent lifted your head up so you’d look at him. “And I can’t imagine anybody else in your place — I don’t want to.”
You cursed at yourself as your heart fluttered.
“Way to butter me up,” You said, struggling to maintain his gaze. “You’re just… saying all that so you don’t have to do your own dirty work.”
He rolled his eyes with a dry chuckle, but he didn’t back down, leaning in and tilting his head.
When his words failed him, the next best thing he resorted to was showing his appreciation for you in… other ways, like physical intimacy, which was undeniably your favorite. Your breath hitched in your throat as his nose grazed yours, his fingers abandoning your chin in exchange for your cheek, and his lips hovering just above your cupid’s bow.
You hadn’t jumped to take on the job as Vincent Whittman’s assistant for superficial reasons.
But, oh, did he make you feel things no other man could possibly achieve, especially as he took the dive and closed the gap in between your lips, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was so deep, so passionate, it sent you tumbling back. Neither of you cared, though, mess or no mess, his taller frame hastily clambering onto yours.
“God, I hate it,” Vincent murmured into the kiss, scrambling to pop open the buttons of your blouse. “When you try to act like you know me.”
Your own fingers followed dutifully after his, removing his vest and prying his shirt open, before moving down and focusing on his belt.
“I’m just — oh! — telling you how it is,” You mewled against his mouth, his hand encasing your breast, thumb and forefinger toying with your nipple.
As soon as you pried his belt open with a soft clink, he shuffled closer to you and pushed his knee into the space between your legs, coaxing them apart. The loose fabric of your skirt slid up with all the movement, baring your unmentionables to him, but you weren’t ashamed in the slightest. Instead, you jutted your hips forward in encouragement.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Vincent pulled away from your lips, your breast, fixing to pull his growing erection out of his slacks.
You slithered a hand down your belly, fingers catching the seam of your underwear, pulling it aside and unsticking it from your wet cunt.
“Anyway, have I ever told you that you have a pretty pus —” Vincent tried, but you grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his, shutting him up.
The moan he let out in your mouth was absolutely filthy, a mixture between desperation and shock. You weren’t typically so bold, so brazen, usually opting to lay back and take whatever he doled out to you. However, tonight, you needed him just as much as he needed you, tossing your legs around his waist and uniting your hips.
And, in one swift motion, his cock pierced your walls, eliciting a relieved sigh from you.
“T-This… this is what helps me sleep at night,” You admitted into the kiss, sliding your hands away from his face to his back, clutching at his shirt.
“So then why’d you take the money?” Vincent pulled away from your lips to ask, interested. “Or are you suggesting a… transactional relationship?”
“No!” You shook your head, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you. “I mean, the network’s policy on work relationships, it’s —”
He let out a bark of laughter at that, making you blink in confusion.
“Oh, doll, I pull the strings around here,” Vincent grinned at you. “I mean, if I can justify your salary, I can justify whatever it is that you want from me.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but as soon as you tried to utter a syllable, he pulled out of your cunt till the head of his cock barely grazed your entrance, leaving you feeling empty. He didn’t last long like that, though, grabbing the back of your knees and pushing them down so that you were in a mating press, sinking right back into your cunt.
“Whatever?” You breathed out in a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. “A-Anything I want?”
“Yes, anything,” Vincent told you with a hum.
His cock nudged against that sweet spot nestled deep within your walls.
But the only thing you could focus on was his words, a pathetic mewl seeping past your lips.
“You want to be Mrs. Whittman? My pretty little wife, all mine to screw as I please? Well, I can do that for you. Trust me, I can do anything for you.”
You couldn’t deny it, just how much you’d come to yearn for him. Perhaps you had developed some sort of unhealthy bond with him, considering that you could only talk to him about the murders… though it was also fairly easy to forget about what kind of person Vincent Whittman truly was as he drove you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : contains Alastor, Vox, Adam, Lucifer, Husk and Valentino. i'm feeling inspired today, so i made another one ♡
𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑
Your encounters with Alastor are always laced with an air of vintage elegance, his radio-static voice crackling like an old broadcast as he draws you into his web of control. He's not one for overt affection, but when the mood strikes, he revels in the power dynamic, his fetishes rooted in dominance, biting, and sensory teasing.
He loves making you beg, withholding touch until you're trembling, his sharp teeth grazing your skin just enough to draw a gasp without breaking it—yet. Comfort is key for him; he'll ensure you're at ease before unleashing his more primal side, flirting with whispered taunts that make your pulse race.
You find yourself pinned against the velvet cushions of his radio tower, Alastor's antlers casting shadows as he hovers over you, his grin wide and predatory.
His hands stay clasped behind his back, but his mouth descends, lips brushing your neck before his teeth sink in lightly, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through you.
━━ Oh, darling, ━ he purrs, voice distorted with static. ━━ You taste delicious. Beg for more, won't you? Tell me how badly you need my touch. ━ you whimper, arching up, but he pulls back, chuckling. ━━ Not yet. Comfort first—tell me you're ready, and perhaps I'll indulge.
When you finally break, pleading, he bites harder, his tongue lapping at the mark as you cry out, his control absolute.
𝐕𝐎𝐗
Vox thrives on control and technology-infused intimacy, his fetishes including electrostimulation, daddy kink, pet play, collars, punishment, and marking. As a switch who prefers topping, he loves pinning you down, his screen flickering with arousal as he uses his electrical abilities to send tingling shocks through your body.
He's rough but attentive, always checking if you're okay amid the intensity, his chokers and collars a symbol of ownership that makes him glitch with excitement. Kisses cover every inch of you, and he adores meting out punishments for your brattiness, turning pain into electric ecstasy.
You're strapped to his control room chair, a sleek collar around your neck buzzing faintly with his power. Vox's claws trace your skin, his screen displaying hypnotic patterns as he leans in.
━━ Who's my good pet? ━ he demands, voice smooth like a late-night infomercial. You squirm, whispering "Me, Daddy." and he rewards you with a jolt of electricity that arcs from his fingers to your most sensitive spots, making you arch and moan.
━━ That's right— but you've been naughty, haven't you? Time for punishment. ━ he pins you harder, biting down on your shoulder to mark you as his, the shockwaves building until you're begging for release. ━━ Scream for me, baby. Let the whole network hear.
𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌
Adam's fetishes scream rockstar bravado mixed with hidden vulnerability; breeding kink, dacryphilia, degradation with praise, choking, spanking, hair pulling, collaring, and a love for femdom elements like pegging and being called "good boy."
He's a bratty switch, rough and dominant on the surface but melting into submission when you take charge. He adores the power play, gripping your hips aggressively in missionary or mating press, whispering filthy taunts while choking you lightly, but flip the script and he's whimpering, tears in his eyes from denial, begging for more.
You straddle Adam on his heavenly throne, his mask discarded, golden eyes wide with need as you collar him and pull his hair back.
━━ Please, mommy. ━ he groans, voice breaking as you tease him with slow grinds, denying his thrusts.
━━ Fuck, you're so hot when you cry—look at those tears. ━ You spank him hard, his body jolting, and he bucks up desperately.
━━ Degrade me more, tell me I'm your good boy.
When you finally peg him, his wings flare, breeding fantasies spilling out; "Fill me up, make me yours." His degradation turns to praise as you choke him lightly — "You're perfect, so fucking tight" — until he's sobbing in ecstasy, your control shattering his ego.
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑
Lucifer's fetishes blend his fallen angelic charm with deep-seated longing; praise kink, size difference (playing on his shorter stature), wing play, daddy kink, light bondage, and oral fixation.
He's a devoted switch, adoring to worship you with kisses everywhere, his wings sensitive to your touch. He loves being tied up or tying you, praising every inch of your body while he devours you, his smaller frame making the intimacy feel overwhelmingly intimate. Roughness scares him at first, but once assured, he dives in, his demonic form emerging for added intensity.
You're tangled in silk ropes on Lucifer's grand bed, his wings unfurled and quivering as you stroke the feathers, drawing a shudder from him.
━━ You're so beautiful, my perfect little angel. ━ he murmurs, lips trailing down your body, his tongue flicking expertly between your thighs. ━━ Daddy's going to make you feel so good, tell me how much you love it. ━ you gasp, praising him back — "You're amazing, Luci, so big inside me despite everything" — and he blushes, his size kink flaring as he enters you, wings wrapping around to cocoon you.
━━ Cum for me, let me fill you up. ━ he begs, his voice cracking with need, oral fixation kicking in as he licks every drop afterward.
𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊
Husk's fetishes draw from his feline nature; scratching, biting, clawing, collars, purring vibrations, licking sensitive spots, and a dominant top energy with rubbing and marking.
He's gruff but sensual, his paws roaming possessively, claws leaving light trails on your back and stomach. He loves collars on you or him, purring deeply during intimacy to send vibrations through your body. Always a top, he's rough yet caring, ensuring your comfort amid the animalistic urges.
You're on all fours in Husk's dimly lit bar, a collar jingling around your neck as his paws grip your hips.
━━ That's it, kitten—arch for me. ━ he growls, his tongue lapping at your neck before biting down, marking you as his. His claws scratch down your back, drawing red lines that make you shiver, purring rumbling from his chest to vibrate against you.
━━ Gonna claw you up good, make you beg. ━ you whimper, pushing back, and he rubs against you teasingly.
━━ Lick every inch of you after—your sensitive parts are mine.
When he finally thrusts in, his purring intensifies, claws digging into your stomach as he dominates, leaving you scratched and sated.
𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎
Valentino's fetishes are intensely dominant and sadistic; daddy kink, chains, collars, massive punishments, biting, marking, pinning, seeing you blush and whimper, and a constant top role.
He's relentless, using chains to bind you, delivering punishments that border on ecstasy, his multiple arms pinning you helplessly. He thrives on your submission, marking you everywhere with bites, loving the power of making you tremble and beg.
You're chained to Valentino's studio bed, his moth wings fluttering as he towers over you, collar tight around your throat.
━━ Look at you, mi amor, blushing and whimpering already. ━ he coos, voice dripping with mock sweetness. ━━ Daddy's going to punish you hard tonight.
His hands pin you down, bites littering your skin as you cry out.
━━ Say it, tell me you deserve it.
You gasp, "Yes, Daddy, punish me," and he delivers, chains rattling as he thrusts roughly, marking every inch.
━━ You're mine, all marked up and broken. ━ his punishments build until you're a whimpering mess, his dominance unyielding.
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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — the Vee's were known to make sinners famous and then throw them away like it was nothing. But what happens if they take more interest in you than an ordinary work relationship?
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — smut, let's get this together shall we? oral (f/m recieving), fingering, unprotected p in v, praise kink, dom/sub vibes, degradation if you squint, bad Spanish cuz I only had it for a year. mirror fucking, table fucking, I guess that's it? no foursome...but maybe in the future ;)
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so I didn't make them have foursome, but trust I will (in another fic) don't be shy to give feedback! I feel like I could have done more, especially with Val...and I'd love to continue this thing soo tell me if you're interested!
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Velvette snapped her fingers, annoyence painting her features as her models stood in front of her. None of them gave her what she wanted, no design looked exceptional enough to be cast on social media.
“I don’t think ruffles should be worn anymore,” a voice stated behind her, lips pressed into a thin line she turned around to face you. “And who might you be to make such a decision?” she barked to which you jumped back slightly. The models glanced at each other, sure to witness one of Velvette’s outbursts.
“Your new model?” you told her nervously. “Is that a question or an answer?” her voice was sharp, taking slow steps towards you. As far as Velvette’s knowledge reached, there shouldn’t be a model coming.
“Answer, it’s an answer. I sent in my application a few months ago…it got accepted last week,” you found the courage to speak up, feeling smaller under her devious eyes.
Something about you intrigued her in some way, if you had enough confidence to speak up against her then you should have enough sense to prove it. “Well then, show us what should be worn or lose your life,” she gave you a sickly-sweet smile, gesturing to her models and fabric.
You wished the ground would swallow you whole, as much as you dreamed of working for Velvette, you wouldn’t call yourself an expert in fashion. Wanting to keep your life however, made you grasp for everything your mind could comprehend that the moment. Taking a black skirt, glittery belt and matching top, you handed them to a girl in front of you who watched you with judgemental eyes.
Ignoring her you continued searching for jewellery and something to make the outfit stand out. One glance at Velvette gave you everything you needed, maybe it was a foolish idea to take inspiration from her current outfit but what choice did you have?
“Done,” you told her, the model fully dressed while you fought the urge to bite your nails. Velvette rested her elbow on her hip, scanning over the sinner. “It’s not terrible,” a backhanded compliment slipped past, a compliment none the less which had you sigh in relieve. She circled the model, adjusting a few pieces of fabric and tilted her head, “we could add this pattern to the new collection,” she mumbled to herself.
“Congratulations darling, you’ve just been promoted,” she stated and called her seamstress over to take notes and order new fabric. You were sure you were hallucinating, “what?” your voice small, scared to even move.
“Are you deaf? You have been promoted,” she snapped shooting a glare your way, you swallowed, unsure of what to do now and Velvette seemed to notice, rolling her eyes she grabbed your arm, “don’t just stand there, you’ve got new responsibilities as head model.”
“I’m not sure if-,” “shut it, you’ll do what I tell you,” Velvette cut you off, leaving no room for arguments – not that you’d dare to disagree with an overlord. Still, you questioned what she thought you were capable of.
Velvette took an interesting liking in you, she didn’t scream at you as often as she did to her models or assistant, no she was fairly calm on you. Although she still snapped at you, especially when you couldn’t think of the pose, she wanted you to do – she never told you, more like expecting you to read her mind.
Still, something about her made you enjoy working with her. Another thing you had noticed was her habit of lingering touches, it was like she always needed to have her hands on you in some way and the worst part? You enjoyed it.
As delusional as you were, you thought it meant something, but Velvette didn’t do more than that she just teased. Maybe her way of flirting was giving you the best jobs she had, or she enjoyed seeing you suffer.
You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror. By now it wasn’t unusual for Vel to dress you up, after all you were a model, but lingerie wasn’t on your usual list of clothes. A knock on the door snapped you from your thoughts, “darling, are you ready? We gotta finish this before Valentino throws another tantrum,” her voice rang through before she stepped inside.
Her eyes landed on you, breath catching in her throat. You looked marvellous, the pink-black lace hugging your curves perfectly. A golden pendant in the shape of a skull dangling between your breasts – courtesy of Velvette – and heart shaped chains complementing your thong and warming your skin.
You were a sight for sore eyes, “my you look exquisite,” she purred, coming closer and lifting her hands to stroke along your waist.
“Velvette,” you whispered, not knowing how to respond. A shiver ran down your spine as she kneaded your flesh. She casted you a wicked smirk, turning you around to face the mirror again. “Might as well keep you all to myself, they don’t deserve to see you,” she planted light kissed down the back of your neck.
A breathy gasp escaped you, for a moment you thought this was a dream but as her right hand pushed past the hem of your panties.
She pressed her thumb on your clit, rubbing tight circles as she left open-mouthed kissed along your shoulder blades. Then let her ring and middle finger play with your mound, drawing a shuddering moan from you.
You closed your eyes, hand shooting out to hold onto Velvette’s arm. "No, open your eyes and look at yourself," she demanded, gripping your jaw and making you feel her strength, "taking my fingers like a good girl." Her voice low, warm breath against your ear, you never felt hotter than with her behind you.
"Fuck, you're as wet as a bitch in heat," Vel giggled, curling her fingers against your soft walls. Pleasure consumed you, not being able to look away. It was a fascinating image, a feared overlord standing behind you with her hand pleasuring you and getting off on the thought of breaking you.
Slowly she released her hand, trailing to your throat, “look at me darling,” she commanded, voice angelic and hard to resist. Her hand fit around you like a necklace.
Through the mirror you found her eyes, making you squeeze around her fingers. "Mhm, are you coming? You're a nice girl, ask mommy if can," Velvette had you at her full mercy, no doubt relishing in your submission.
The way she massaged your spongy walls made you yearn for more, though your orgasm wouldn't come easy. They never did but with Velvette it felt closer, reachable.
"Can I please come, mommy?" you begged, tears stinging in your eyes. Every ounce of control you ever thought you had gone, drowning in pleasure and you didn't even realise that from now on you would belong to Velvette even more than before.
"I'm not sure if I should let you...do you deserve it? Do you even love mommy?" she edged you, she knew it and she knew how to use your weak state for her gain, slowing her movements down. "Yes, yes, of course I love you mommy, I'm so thankful!" you whined, bucking your hips against her hand, the words melting easily from your tongue. Every demon outside could hear you.
You shakily moaned as her fingertips pressed against your sweet spot, a tight feeling spreading in your stomach. Velvette had her left hand still on your throat, but you clawed at the table with compact breaths as you chanted her name over and over again like a prayer.
Nails digging into the wood, her thumb flicking your clit and fingers curling. “Then come, darling,” she demanded, letting go of your throat to steady you around your waist, “come on my fingers, show mommy how desperate you are for her.”
You were, your orgasm came crashing down on you. Nothing could tone down your moan, but Vel swallowed your mouth with hers. Almost muting your sounds, the kiss made you think you’re in heaven.
As you came down from your high everything downed on you. Lips still locked with Vel's in a passionate kiss. Then began freaking out, breaking the kiss, "Satan, I'm so fucking sorry! We- we shouldn't have done this, oh it's so inappropriate," you ripped your hands from her.
"Darling, stop fussing! It's alright, we're in hell. Do you really think there are rules?" she catches your arms, keeping you still. "No?" you answered hesitantly and receiving a snort from her, "exactly, now get on your knees and eat mommy," a simple command as she turned your around and pushed you down.
Velvette pulled her skirt up, revealing her naked cunt, "did you plan this?" you asked, for once bolder which made her smirk, "I had a hunch," she shrugged.
You gave a careful lick on her puffy folds, "now don't be shy," she fisted your hair, stuffing you deeper into her cunt. You grumbled before eagerly lapping her pussy causing vibration to roll through her body. Your tongue flicked her bundle of nerves. The feeling had her preening for you and then it exploded, the knot in her stomach became too tight.
A loud pornographic moan erupted from her throat as pure bliss of pleasure washed over her, “darling!"
"You're coming awfully fast mommy," you teased as you heard her chant for you.
"Now you're getting sassy?" she question, rolling her hip into your mouth, breathing heavily. Meanwhile you continued tongue-fucking her through her orgasm. You didn't think giving another woman pleasure would consume you as much as it did. Velvette made you crazy – in a good, addicting kind of way.
She preened at the way your mouth felt on her pussy, hand moving from your hair to the nape of your neck then stopped your movements which had her whining, "we're gonna have so much fun, darling."
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A grim expression blasted on Vox face, sometimes he wondered if sinners had a lobotomy before arriving in hell. All he needed was one person with a saint mind, a person who wouldn’t fuck up the first second they entered Voxtek.
He personally thought keeping track of demons who died during extermination wasn’t hard or at least noticeable when they don’t turn up for work the next day. Well, apparently it was the oppisite, not only did his assistant – Ethan – forget, no he wasn’t even the one informing him. It was the producers, calling frantically because they couldn’t film a cooking show without a pretty face to keep the ratings up.
At first Vox shouted at the producers after they told him Ethan knew…let’s just say he’s lucky to be walking. He ran several ideas through his processors until he ultimately had to ask Velvette for help.
“Velvette, my fav-,” “what do you want Vox?” she immediately cut him off as he entered her studio with his hands resting on his back and voice a note to sweet for him. He sighed at being busted the first second he walked in, “could I burrow one of your models? The girl for this cooking, baking shit died during the last extermination. I need the prettiest you’ve got, the last thing I need is bad ratings,” he grumbled.
Alarms went off in Velvette’s head, you were still trying on new dresses and were the most beautiful model she had but she couldn’t let Vox know that. “All my models are pretty V,” she distracted him, of course they weren’t all pretty, pretty, “let me just look, yeah babe?” she called out before vanishing.
You turned around with a startled expression when you heard Velvette barging into your room and closing the door behind you. “Vel, is everything-,” “okay, listen you’re gonna stay in here until I tell you to come out. No peeking, no sound, nothing,” Vel told you sternly.
Confusion was written all over your face, “are there exorcists out there?” you chuckled, trying to lift the mood. “Darling, this is serious. I won’t share you with Vox-,” “why not Vel? We’re team after all,” Vox had zapped into the room through a camera, a sly smirk on his screen as he stood behind your boss.
She shrieked, jumping towards you, “for fucks sake Vox! I told you to wait, not teleport in here and disrupt my meeting,” Velvette snapped at him, but he didn’t care, his eyes only stayed on you. He waved her off before gently pushing her to the side in order to have more space. Vox took your hand, “Vox, a pleasure to meet you though you’ve probably already heard of me.” Yeah, Vel wasn’t lying when she said he had a big ego, though what you hadn’t expected was how hot he was up close.
“Nice to meet you too,” you said, telling him your name and shaking his hand. “Now Velvette, that’s a face for television,” he exclaimed, sound effects echoing through the walls, “I know that’s why I wanted to keep her from you,” she complained, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
He said your name, a light drawl to catch your attention, “would you like to star in one of my most watched shows? All you need to do is bake a little cake and give a smile to die for,” his offer sounded tempting. However, you weren’t sure if it was his voice that made you consider it or the opportunity.
Hesitantly you look over to Vel who was glaring at her partner, “you can’t steal her, she’s mine,” she argued and stepped between Vox and you.
The overlord suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, instead wraps an arm around her shoulders, “imagine how much publicity you would get! Dressed in your new fashion line and new pictures for social media...,” he trailed off, knowing exactly how Velvette loved hearing that.
“I could accept that but-,” she turned back around facing you, “darling, be honest do want to work for Vox?” Scared of saying the wrong thing you agreed, it wasn’t uncommon for the Vee’s to share...right? “Lucky you V,” spoke to Vox with a wife grin, British accent bleeding through, “have her back in one piece. I still need her gorgeous body.”
You stood there, a bit dumbfounded where you about to leave with Vox now? “If he gives you trouble just yell at him. Hell knows he can be a little bitch,” Velvette added, hands on your shoulders to get a good look at you before reluctantly giving you over to Vox.
Vox slide his hand around your waist, “let’s have some fun shall we doll?” he chuckled, guiding you out of Vel’s studio. Heat creeped up your neck at his touch, if someone would’ve told you a month ago what working for Velvette would turn into you wouldn’t have believed them.
He pushed you inside another studio, filled with cameras and spotlights. Demons were scattering around seemingly stressed. “Johnny, here’s your new star,” Vox voiced sounded behind you, a light edge to his charming smile. Said dinner jumped up, not expecting to be face to face with the overlord.
“Mr. Vox, I didn’t- oh, thank you so much. I promise you it won’t happen again-,” “I know it won’t! Because next time it’s your life on the line,” Vox leaned down, face impossibly close to Johnny who coward slightly. Vox tone was low – and dangerous – enough to not alert everyone, though you were able to hear him.
“Get her ready!” the overlord barked at the workers who were quick to shove you into a dressing room. One gave you a skin tight dress with too much cleavage, coloured in a dark blue with one light blue stripe circling the seams. To top it all off, you wore a red apron that has black accents to it. You looked like Vox, to be more specific.
They did your make-up and hair, then threw you out in the open with a loose script. “Read from the teleprompter, do what the recipe says and look hot,” were all the instructions you got before the cameras were rolling.
Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you caught Vox eyes as he sat behind the director. Thighs spread wide, one arm laying over the armrest with his phone in hand while resting his chin on his knuckles, elbow supporting his weight. He looked powerful, something stirred inside you at the sight.
A shout from the director snapped you from your mind, remembering why you were actually here. Swiftly you gathered all ingredients as you talked absolute nonsense.
Had Vox enough on his plate to keep him busy until the next extermination, sure but you were a sight he didn’t want to miss. He specifically picked the dress for you, although it being from Velvette’s fashion line he knew you had to wear his colours, add to that how almost half your ass was showing.
When he asked, he’d say he just wanted to make sure you did your job, that he didn’t want any further mistake but in reality, he got hard from watching you act like a domestic housewife.
Furthermore, it couldn’t hurt to make his presence known to his employees who had apparently forgotten who they’re dealing with. To his fortune everything went smoothly, you were perfect if he may say so. Smiling into the camera, laughing with silly jokes and apologising for minor mistakes and making them seem like they were on purpose.
The director yelled ‘cut’ after you said your goodbyes, praising you for excellent work. They told you to take a break before starting the next episode. It made you wonder how long you’d be here.
As you walked back, you caught Vox eye. Throughout the entire filming process he never lost sight of you and could always feel his burning stare on you. It crossed your mind to ask him what he thought, if he liked it but a part of you saw it as desperation.
In a swift motion Vox stood up, following you in slow steps. You didn’t even notice him until he closed the door behind him, coming to stand against your back, “what a wonderful show, doll,” he whispered into your ear.
You shivered, enjoying his praise – even more knowing it wasn’t something a sinner got easily. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you told him, trying to keep your tone even. He hummed, hands falling on your shoulders and looking at you through the mirror.
You were speechless, and your mind was running wild. Is that why he chose you? Because he wanted a quick fuck? As if he couldn’t get anyone. "If you think that they include whoring myself out, you're wrong," you snapped, not trusting his calmness.
He chuckled at that, he loved how you played hard to get. “Vel teached you good,” he nodded before pulling you flush against his hard chest, reflexively your hands flew against his broad shoulders. “Prove me wrong then,” he challenged you, pressing his lips against yours, tongue gliding along your upper lip.
Caught up in the moment you accepted his tongue into your mouth, his kiss was hot and filled with hunger. There went your question if it was possible to kiss a TV screen.
It felt like he was swallowing you. Not only his aura was screaming dominance but also his actions did as he lightly bit into your bottom lip to keep your mouth open. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck. With a heavy breath Vox broke the kiss, wearing a satisfied smirk, “you seem to quite enjoy this doll.”
In response you smiled, “it is highly unprofessional, you should know this,” you tried to keep your voice hard, knowing it was a useless thought as you already trespassed that line with Velvette.
"Of course, doll, keep saying it until you believe it," he muttered, pushing your legs open with his thigh to stand in between. Successfully distracting you.
“What?” you asked confused, eyes fighting to stay open as you gripped onto his suit. In response he shook his head, continuing his way down your cleavage. Letting his claws move down to your thigh, he lifted your leg to pull you closer to him. The way he manoeuvred your body made you feel his hard erection.
You whimpered in order to supress a moan slipping from your lips, “Vox.” He knew exactly what he was doing, “I like the way you say my name, I want to hear you scream it.” He hooked his fingers around your panties, revealing how right he was. “Look at that, you’re fucking wet for me,” he sounded taunting, but you would bet he was satisfied with himself.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair how you’re still fully dressed?” you questioned with raised brows, not knowing you could muster up this much confidence at the moment.
“Do you think this is any way to speak to me?” his tone became dark, throwing your panties across the room. With one sentence he destroyed your confidence, “I’m sorry sir,” you instantly apologized.
Vox fingers traced along your cunt, spreading your juice over your skin, “feel how wet you are for me?” he tsked, pushing his middle and pointer finger into your pulsing core. You bit down on your lower lip, suppressing a moan. Though you had a flashback to your first night with Velvette.
“Squeezing my fingers huh, doll?” Vox pulled his fingers from you. Then he undid his pants, letting his hard member free. Your gaze fell down to his cock, his leaking tip hitting his stomach.
You’d never thought you would say this, but he looked too pretty. “You’re so pretty,” you mumbled, your mind not functioning properly, it didn’t even surprise you as those words left your mouth. With no warning he thrusted his cock inside your aching pussy, not caring if it hurt.
This time you couldn’t contain any sounds, you screamed loudly, clawing onto the wooden table. “Feel me stretching you doll?” he smirked, pulling out but leaving his tip inside, just barley to tease you. Then he pushed in, with a hard pace he pummelled in and out of you.
You couldn’t help yourself, clenching around him, wrapping your legs around his hips which made him grin, “don’t want me leaving doll?” Vox ego was bigger than anything else. Shaking your head you tried to keep the grip as tight as possible, he felt like heaven, he filled you perfectly and hit your sweet, sensitive spot in all the right ways.
“I can feel you getting tighter doll, be a good girl and come...then you can milk my cock of every last drop,” he leaned down, whispering into your ear, hand coming up to your throat to keep you in position. Table shaking uncontrollably. “Yes, sir,” you caved, letting the tight knot in your stomach explode. You tried holding onto his wrist, but your grip slipped.
With satisfaction Vox fucked you through your orgasm. He let out a strangled groan at the way you gripped him like a vice. Seeing you have your climax made him follow you suit, roads of white cum painted your swollen walls. He grunted, slightly tightening his hold on your throat, making you release a choking sound.
“We’re not going to let you go, you belong to us, right doll?” he growled, tilting your had up. You tried nodding, “yes, sir,” agreeing with a blissful smile.
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Valentino strode through the halls of the Vee tower, bored out of his mind with no one to fuck and given how much he loved Velvette, he decided on spending that time with her – maybe also choose one of her servants to tease.
“Baby doll!” he announced himself with a posh british accent, wings fluttering a little. All eyes turned to him. Velvette was measuring your arm, turning her head to her partner with a tired expression. She enjoyed her time with him but didn’t have the time right now, “Val, what is it?” she asked, pinching her brows together.
“Ooh someone is stressed,” he chuckled, flouncing down in one of the armchairs. One pair of arms crossing over each other as the other two rested on the chair. “No, I just have to get this done and you’re distracting my juju,” she responded, stepping aside to get more fabric which was when Val noticed you.
A dangerous grin creeping on his face, showing his teeth, “well, hello to you, amorcita,” he cooed, “you would look amazing on camera,” resting his chin on the back of his hand.
Velvette’s eyes snapped towards him, “you abso-fucking-lutly forget it, you are not stealing my model too,” she told him sternly, pushing you further away from him. Meanwhile, you just stood there watching them, a little intrigued.
“Come on amorcita, you’re so beautiful,” he added, so sure of himself it made you wonder if those lines actually worked with other demons. “Thank you, but- uh, no it’s not really my cup of tea,” you decline, catching Vel’s eye, she gave you a approved nod which made you feel more comfortable.
“Really? Because-,” Val couldn’t finish his sentence as his phone started vibrating. Angel Dust was calling him, he held a finger up like he was pausing the discussion.
At first his tone was calm, the he began shouting, “the fuck does that mean, you can’t come? I own you’re fucking soul! You will come- no, what? Angel Dust that flimsy hotel is not-,” the call ended, not because Val wanted to but because Angel had cut the line.
“Perfecto! Now I need a new whore for this stupid fucking film,” he grumbled, slumping into the chair. Velvette gave you a look, “see I have my souls under control...,” she whispered, judging her friend. You actually felt bad for him, of course he wasn’t a good person but being blown off sucked. “I’m sure you will find someone,” you tried giving him hope, smiling at him.
He lifted his head, regaining his smirk. “Well amorcita, the offer still stands,” “no, Valentino I’m not talking about me,” you brushed him off again intending to focus on Velvette cutting fabric off your body.
“But imagine the money you could make! They would love you, ignore that cooking show. This will be your breakthrough,” he sugar-coated his work, however you knew how backhanded it could be – also how did he know about that cooking show thing?
“That’s really nice, but I’m quite happy here,” you stayed loyal to Vel, keeping your tone in a light drawl. Suddenly the moth was on his knees, “he doesn’t usually beg unless it’s Vox,” Velvette stated, a little surprised. She looked up at you on the pedestal, realising you were about to give in, “darling you’re too compassionate, how did you end up in hell?”
“What was your plan for Angel?” you sighed, ignoring Velvette as you saw Valentinos eyes light up with excitement.
“Imagine this, you amorcita in sexy lingerie sitting in your house and your stepdad comes in. He’s so mad at you for not doing your homework, he decided to punish you and it starts with blow job, then pussy action before the big finish with his cum leaking out your cunt.”
You were stunned in silence at his words, was he the one who thought of all those pornos? In this moment you questioned your mental health for even considering this.
“It would only be one time! Big cash and everybody wants more but they don’t get it,” he added, coming closer to you. Hesitantly you glanced at your boss, “I’ve got other shit to do, I just like looking at you so...if you want,” she trailed off.
Thinking for another second you agreed, which made him jump in happiness. Something you didn’t expect from an overlord like him. He swept you into his arms and dragged you towards his studio, chatting the whole way down how important this would be for your carrier and how so many sinners wished to be in your place instead.
Valentino guides you into a dressing room – again – where your new clothes would be. A simple piece of lingerie, blood red with fluff around its seam. The straps of the bra covering in red hearts along with your string as you noticed.
Quickly speeding your pants and top, you slipped into the set while it did feel empowering you didn’t know what drove you here. Was it compassion or the thought of Val watching you?
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Valentino walked in, two hands on his hips, one scrolling through phone, “ready amorcita?” his eyes fell on you. Suddenly everything else became unimportant, you looked breath-taking...did he really want to share you with hell? No.
“Val?” you asked in confusion as you the expression on his face, “amorcita I don’t think I can share you,” he growled, it was the only warning you head before he was walking towards you. In response you stepped backwards, body falling against the couch, “what is it with you Vees and dressing rooms?”
His hands sneaked underneath your bra, massaging your breast, but you sat up and stopped his hands. Confusion was written all over Val's features, wondering if he you were rejecting him however your excited smile told him otherwise.
You slide towards him, pushing him back a little so you could stand up and guide him to replace you on the couch, for once you had enough of being under the Vee's, Valentino sat down, hand still resting in your neck as you got on your knees in front of him.
Oh, now he knew where this was going. His cock strained against his dress pants, you let go of his hand and moved it to stay on his side. “Mhm didn't think you'd be this eager amorcita,” he purred.
You trailed your fingers up to his belt which you unbuckled easily, fingertips stroking his covered cock. Valentino hissed at feeling, you barley gave him any fraction, and he was already this responsive. “I'm done with you Vee's pushing me down, I'm gonna flip the script,” you decided with an innocent smile.
Voice just above a whisper had his member twitching. It should be a crime how sexy you looked, a hoarse groan leaving his lips, “buena chica, suck,” praise danced at the edge of his voice, covered by the command.
Your tongue darted out lick the pre-cum from his mushroom formed tip, the moth drove his golden claws through your hair trying to suppress the urge to shove his cock down your throat. A smile spread across your face at his reaction, you let him take over the reign soon but not yet. Licking a long stripe along his length, you could taste the light saltiness which had you thriving.
The hand in your hair didn’t hinder you in teasing Valentino, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Gently stroking up and down, a way to feel every popping vein. One thick vein popped out, practically asking you to lick it.
Valentino was relishing in your attention, as he was by far the craziest Vee when it came to sex, it didn’t surprise. “Fuck,” he groaned as he felt your tongue on the sensitive vein, hand gripping your roots.
At first, you gave him a few kitten licks before taking him completely down your throat – or trying to take him. His cock wasn’t particularly long but thick, it was difficult fitting all of it inside your mouth. You couldn’t take him any further down, a gagging noise erupting from your throat in protest.
The feeling of his tip hitting your maw had him moaning and his sounds encouraging you to try and take more of him. Never in your afterlife did something turn you on as much as his noises he made while you gave him pleasure.
It was over for Val. He took control over you. His hand spreading over your scalp, gently massaging it before yanking your head back and taking you by surprise in the process. You noticed him trying to keep his second pair of hands clutched into the fabric of the couch.
“¡Es suficiente amorcita! It’s time I take control,” the overlords voice was hoarse, you wouldn’t do anything to disobey him. First, he guided his guided you back up to look into your eyes, they were filled with hunger and the need to be controlled.
This was everything you got from Valentino before he had your head shoved down on his cock again. All the way down which tears to spring from your eyes, “fuck, show me those pretty tears,” he let his head fall back in pleasure.
He didn’t let you lift your head, instead he let you choke on his cock. A loud gagging sound ringing through the walls as he rolled his hips up. The vibrations of your cries sending him closer to his high, “choke on my cock, amorcita,” he purred as he kept his cock pressed against your throat. God, he wished he could stay in the warmth of your mouth forever, buried deep inside.
He was near his orgasm, gently he thrusts your head up and down his hardened length. “You’re such a belleza when you suck my cock,” he praised you in a soft tone. Soon his pace picked up and drool escaped your mouth as you couldn’t control it anymore.
“Fucking hell, I’m coming,” Val grunted moving his hips to meet his thrusts. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue, his release would drop over the edge every second. While he desperately fucked your throat you sucked on the mushroom formed head. Valentino came, all over your tongue. Gasping and groaning as he watched you swallow all of him.
You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you, his sounds just felt different and had you clenching your thighs pathetically.
“Take it, take all of it amorcita,” his claws came up to rest against your cheek as he slowly lifted your head from his cock. “Swallow,” was all he said, looking deep into your eyes and without hesitation swallowed the slightly salty yet sweet semen of the last Vees.
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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 ‼️‼️‼️
