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
Credits for the dividers I used :
@kodaswrld
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@pixopix
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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).
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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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 ‼️‼️‼️
Ok ok ok.. hear me out lol. What is this takes place in an AU where human Alastor and vox are enemies like normal but a little more tame with each other as they work in the same media building. (Vox in visual media, and alastor in podcast plus radio) What if the reader is like a director and comes in to help with each of their show episodes. They both like the reader and keep close eyes on her. The reader also has feelings for both of them but keeps things professional. And when they find out that the reader has been getting treated badly at work they kill the guy but the reader walks in on them doing it and runs away. She doesn’t tell anyone but avoided them the next day. They confront her after work. maybe some possible smut or suggestiveness??!!
Vincent x f! Reader x Alastor
Notes: omg this is such a good ask i'm cackling as i wrote it! hope you enjoy it as well!
CW: Murder (obvi), a little smutty (fingerfucking)
Word Count: 2.8K
The sound booth always smelled faintly of coffee, old wood, and Alastor’s cologne — something warm, old-fashioned, almost wickedly nostalgic.
You adjusted the microphone levels, sliding knobs with practiced fingers while Alastor sat behind the desk, script pages resting loosely in his gloved hands.
But he wasn’t reading them, not really. You could feel his gaze — steady, lingering, deliberate; following every shift of your wrist, every tilt of your head. “You’re very focused today,” he commented.
You shot him a small smile over your shoulder. “Someone has to keep this place running.”
He chuckled, the sound dipping into something that felt like a private secret, meant only for you. “And you do so beautifully.”
Heat crawled up the back of your neck, but you kept working, adjusting the condenser mic.
Clearing your throat, you started gathering your things, only for his voice to slide in again, smooth and careful, “What are you doing after work?”
Your heart tripped. His tone wasn’t casual — there was weight behind it, like he was testing something, reaching.
You opened your mouth to answer—
“Director!”
Alastor’s eyes snapped to the entrance, irritation flashing bright and instantaneous beneath the courteous veneer.
Vincent leaned in the frame, one hand on his hip, "I need you,” he announced, “We’ve got an issue in Studio 4. Something only you can fix.”
Alastor’s jaw tensed so sharply you heard the tiny click of his teeth grinding together.
You tried to keep your voice neutral. “Oh— um… okay. I’ll see what’s wrong.”
You grimaced apologetically. “Alastor, I’m so sorry. I should check that out. If his show misses broadcast time, corporate will yell at me again.”
He forced a small wave. “Of course, my dear. Duty calls.”
Vincent stepped aside with exaggerated politeness, hand near the small of your back. “Thanks for coming,” he murmured to you.
But his eyes flicked past you to Alastor, taunting him silently.
*
The conference room was too small for the amount of tension inside it.
You sat at the middle of the long table, folders and production notes spread before you. To your left sat Alastor — tidy, composed. To your right sat Vincent — leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, ankle crossed over knee.
Half the department was there, but it felt like only the three of you breathed.
“Alright,” you began, scanning your notes. “Visual media first. Vincent, why is your show’s prep behind schedule this week?”
Alastor's grin widened. Oh, what excuse will the tv show host give? Alastor prided himself over punctuality, over how he put everything in his script until it was perfect. And you liked that; that's the reason he got along with you so well.
Across the polished table, several visual-team staff braced themselves. Vincent didn’t. He leaned back in his chair with a lazy confidence that made Alastor’s eye twitch.
“Rendering issues,” Vincent said, waving a hand. “A few tech hiccups. A few idiots.”
He smoothly pivoted. “But I know you understand the struggle. You’re a capable, independent woman — brilliant, actually, and you know sometimes the schedule just can’t keep up with your creativity.”
You rolled your eyes and let out a warm laugh. “Flattery, Vinny, will get you far… but only so far. Double your pace this week, and I’ll approve the new graphic set.”
Vincent pressed a hand to his heart dramatically. “For you? Twice the usual speed.”
“Good.” You nodded professionally, tapping your notes. “We need that if you want your premiere to stay on schedule.”
Alastor wasn’t amused.
A pet name? Since when did Vincent earn a pet name? Since when did you smile at him like that?
Vincent felt the stare and smirked a little harder, leaning back comfortably, clearly enjoying the reaction he was provoking.
You flipped to the next page on your clipboard, shifting your attention from the team to your right.
“Alright, radio division,” you announced, tone brightening. “Alastor—your last episode was fantastic, but…” You looked at him with a half-smile he instantly leaned into. “You know I adore your perfectionism, but the audience needs a little more drama. A bit more spice. Give me some razzmatazz.”
He lifted his chin and considered you for a heartbeat, “If it’s excitement you want,” he said thoughtfully, “how about we cover that serial killer who’s been making headlines? An investigative segment, perhaps. Something… tantalizing.”
Your eyes brightened. “Oh—yes. That would absolutely work.”
He hummed, smug satisfaction softening his posture.
You added, almost without thinking, “Good work, Al.”
Across you, Vincent’s head snapped up like someone had thrown ice water on him. Al. Pet name. The same kind of casual affection you had used with him.
Slowly, deliberately, he turned his head toward Vincent and smiled a smile so self-satisfied...A shit-eating grin, sharp and far too pleased.
“Why, thank you, darling,” Alastor replied, voice deliberately silky, eyes fixed on Vincent as he said it. “Always happy to provide exactly what you’re looking for.”
Vincent bristled, sitting forward in his chair as if ready to throw hands across the meeting table.
The meeting wrapped with the usual shuffle of papers and exhausted groans from the staff. People filtered out, chatting in low voices.
But Vincent and Alastor didn’t move. They both leaned forward at the same time, clearly ready to talk to you before the other could—
The producer marched in, face red with irritation.
Your brows lifted. “Sir? What brings you here?”
He didn’t answer right away. He held up a stack of papers, slammed it down on the conference table, and spat. “Our ratings have dropped.”
You blinked. “What? No—sir, our network is ranked first among all media houses this quarter.”
“And still not high enough!” he barked. “We’re only ahead by a thin margin. One scandal, one failed broadcast, one wrong creative decision—and any rival house can overtake us.” His glare sharpened. “Frankly, I should’ve known better than to hire a woman for this position.”
Your jaw tightened, but your voice stayed controlled. “I’ll do better.”
He scoffed. “You’d better. Or I’ll move someone competent into your position.”
And then he turned on his heel and left, the door slamming behind him. Both men were staring at the door like they could burn it down with their eyes.
Vincent’s jaw flexed once—hard. Vincent had met dozens of directors who cared about nothing but money, who would’ve thrown him away the moment a better opportunity came. You had taken a chance hiring him when everyone else treated him like some young, untested brat with flashy ideas.
You listened to him.
You trusted him.
You put your career behind his show.
And this bastard spoke to you like that? Hearing someone belittle you ignited something feral in him.
Alastor, meanwhile, was eerily silent. He stared at the door the producer had vanished through, eyes darkened with something cold and ancient. He had seen cruelty. He had seen discrimination.
But he had never seen a director who fought for every employee—race, background, gender—none of it mattered to you.
You made the workplace better simply by being in in it.
And this man dared to undermine that? To insult you? To threaten your job? Unacceptable.
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It was nearly midnight when he tossed the producer into an office chair, the metal scraping across the concrete floor. The man’s face was already swollen—one eye purple, lip split, cheekbone bruised.
Vincent hadn’t held back.
A strip of cable wire bound the producer’s wrists behind the chair.
Vincent rolled his shoulders, adjusting his gloves, and casually flipped a knife through his fingers.
The producer whimpered. “P-please—this wasn’t personal—”
“Oh, I know,” Vincent purred, circling him like a shark. “You treat everyone like shit.”
The producer sobbed. “I’ll— I’ll give you money—anything—”
“Boring.” Vincent stepped around him again, bringing the knife to the man’s cheek. “I want something more valuable.”
The blade glided lightly over swollen skin, leaving a thin trail of blood.
“Tell me,” Vincent said softly, crouching to eye level, “what’s your favourite organ?”
The producer’s breath hitched. “W-What?”
Vincent tilted his head, smile growing. “Your eye? Should I take that first?” He lifted the knife, blade inches from the man’s trembling eyelid.
“No—no, please—!”
“Oh, no, no…” Vincent grabbed the producer’s jaw with one gloved hand, fingers digging in until the man cried out. “I’ve decided.”
The knife tapped the corner of the producer’s mouth.
A cruel sparkle lit Vincent’s eyes. “I should take your tongue first. For dishonouring our sweet, beautiful director.”
Vincent swore under his breath the second the cable snapped.
The producer twisted violently, the chair tipping. Vincent lunged for him, but the man ripped free, shoving Vincent hard enough that he stumbled backward into a desk.
“You little—!” Vincent hissed, regaining his balance.
But the producer was already sprinting down the hallway of the abandoned building, blood dripping, breath ragged.
Vincent straightened. “Shit—”
He stalked after him. The producer didn’t get far. A strangled scream tore through the building.
Vincent rounded the corner and stopped. The producer was sprawled on the concrete, clutching his shoulder, blood pooling beneath his palm.
Above him stood Alastor, coat pristine… and a hunting knife embedded in the man’s shoulder.
Not a fatal strike, just enough to stop him.
“Well, well,” he purred, turning toward Vincent, “someone’s new at this.”
Vincent blinked then choked out a low, incredulous laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
He stepped forward until he and Alastor stood shoulder-to-shoulder over the trembling man.
Alastor lifted the producer’s chin with the tip of his knife. “But it seems we are… like-minded in our intentions tonight.”
The producer sobbed, trying to crawl away. Blood smeared under him.
A feral grin spread across Vincent’s face. “Alright then, Al.” His voice dropped, dark and hungry. “How about you show me how you do it?”
Alastor’s eyes gleamed with vicious delight. “Why, my dear Vincent,” Alastor murmured, “I would be delighted to.”
*
You had almost reached the elevator when you froze.
Your stomach dropped. Your bag. You’d left it in your office. Your keys, your ID, your entire life was in there. “Great,” you muttered, rubbing your temples. “Just great.”
The building was mostly empty now, lights dimmed for the night.
You walked back down the hallway toward your office.
A faint crackle echoed from deeper in the building. Then you turned the corner. And your heart stopped. The world tilted.
Vincent and Alastor stood over a body. Blood pooling beneath him.
All three of you froze. No one breathed.
“Sweetheart,” Vincent began, hands half-raised as if trying to block your view. “It’s— it’s not what it looks like—”
Alastor snapped his head toward him. “That is the lamest excuse,” he hissed, voice low. “It won’t work on her.”
You turned and ran.
You didn’t think. You sprinted down the hall, shoes slapping the linoleum, heart punching your ribs, the image of them over the body burned into your skull.
*
You had spent the entire day carefully avoiding both men. You moved through the hallways with calculated precision, taking different routes to meetings, sipping coffee at odd times, and slipping in and out of rooms so no one could catch sight of you.
By the end of the day, you were exhausted. Relief washed over you as you packed your things into your bag, exhaling shakily. I can’t do this every day, you thought. Maybe I should just look for another job.
You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the soft click of the office door closing behind you.
Your spine prickled, and instinctively you turned around. “Vincent,” you breathed, startled.
He was leaning against the door, his hands in his pockets, his eyes sharp and unreadable.
“H-Hey,” you stammered, trying to steady your voice. “Um… did you want something?”
He pushed off the door, closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps. “Tsk,” he said, his voice low and amused, eyes sweeping over you, “Pretending everything is fine?”
You instinctively took a step back, your hip hitting the edge of your desk. “Stay away from me,” you said, forcing steel into your voice, though your pulse thundered in your ears.
Vincent chuckled softly, a sound that slid under your skin and made your body tense. “Why? Are you afraid?” he asked, stepping even closer.
“I’m not,” you said too quickly, and the honesty slipped out before you could stop it.
Instantly, his smirk widened, sharp and knowing. He placed one hand on your waist, firm and possessive, yet not hurting you. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the side of your neck.
First came a slow, warm press of his mouth, and then another kiss. He trailed a delicate suck across the pulse point of your neck. Your breath hitched, and before you could stop it, a soft moan escaped you.
Vincent hummed against your skin, his voice vibrating softly. “So you weren’t lying,” he murmured. “Your pulse is fast… not because you’re afraid, but because you want me.”
Heat rushed to your face, and your stomach twisted. You hated that he was right. Vincent’s eyes sparkled with cruel delight as he leaned closer, his lips grazing your ear. “Look at that,” he whispered, voice low and teasing. “So pretty when you get all shy.”
You pull back only an inch, indignation caught tight in your throat.
“You—”
But the protest dies as something shifts behind you — a familiar presence, a familiar warmth, those unmistakable arms sliding around your waist like they belonged there. Your breath stutters.
Alastor.
He steps out from the darker corner, as if the shadows themselves had been holding him. Had he been hiding there from the beginning?
So… they planned this.
Your pulse jumps.
Alastor’s fingers curl around your hips as he gently turns you toward him, sharp eyes softened with that theatrically polite guilt.
“My dear,” he murmurs, “forgive us if we startled you yesterday. We simply… disliked how that man spoke to you.” He exhales a laugh that doesn’t touch his eyes. “You will forgive us… won’t you?”
Before you can even shape a reply, he leans in.
His mouth claims yours — warm, coaxing. His hand cups your jaw, guiding you closer.
Then Vincent’s lips touch your neck. You jolt, breath catching sharply.
His grip tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against him, with every slow kiss he trails down the column of your throat.
His hands glide upward, teasingly slow, fingers tracing beneath your ribs as if savoring every inch. Then they rise higher, cupping your breasts through your clothes — reverent, hungry, palms warm and deliberate.
You gasp into Alastor’s mouth.
Alastor smiles against your lips, amused at how they unravel you between them. His thumb strokes your cheekbone as he deepens the kiss, guiding your mouth to open wider, inviting him in.
Behind you, Vincent unbuttoned your blouse, massages your breasts in slow, claiming circles — his thumbs brushing your nipples until they tighten under his touch.
Your breath shatters the moment Vincent’s hand slides lower — past your stomach, past the edge of your waistband until his fingers slip beneath the fabric.
Al leans in, lips grazing the side of your neck before sealing around your skin. The first slow pull of his mouth is deliberately sinful — hot, wet, claiming. He sucks hard enough that your knees weaken instantly, and his hand tightens on your waist to keep you upright.
“Oh, she likes that…” Vincent breathes behind you, as his fingers find your pussy.
You gasp — loud, involuntary — head tipping back against Vincent’s shoulder as his fingertips slide through your slick folds, stroking you like he’s mapping every reaction.
“Fuck…” he mutters, low and delighted.
Alastor’s chuckle vibrates against your throat. He shifts, sucking a deeper mark just below your ear, lips dragging lower, teeth grazing lightly before he closes his mouth around your skin again. He takes his time — each hickey bold, deliberate, like he wants you painted in him.
Vincent sinks two fingers inside you. You choke on a moan, body jerking, clutching at Alastor’s chest to stay upright. Vincent’s other hand locks around your hip, pulling you tighter against him as he pumps his fingers slow, deep, purposeful — curling just right, hitting that spot that forces your thighs to tremble.
“That’s it,” he purrs, fingers thrusting faster now, slick sounds growing filthy in the quiet room. “Take it. Give it to me.”
Alastor nips your neck, humming with pleasure at your every sound.
Your hips start moving on their own, chasing Vincent’s rhythm — shallow, desperate little rolls you can’t control. Your breath comes in sharp, needy bursts, your body tightening with every curl of his fingers.
Your moan rips out of you, your entire body seizing as the orgasm hits fast and violent — heat rushing through you in a pulse that makes your vision blur. Vincent holds you firmly as you shake against him, fingers relentless until you’re gasping, overstimulated, clinging to Alastor like he’s the only thing keeping you upright.
Alastor’s lips finally leave your neck — several dark bruises already blooming there and he tilts your chin up with a wicked smile.
“My, my…” he murmurs. “Already so undone.”
Vincent withdraws his fingers slowly, deliberately, and you feel the wet slide of it. You shiver.
“We’re not even close,” Vincent whispers against your ear.
“Not yet,” Alastor adds, smiling like he’s about to ruin you in the most patient, elegant way.
An Unfriendly Competition Part 2 - Vox x Reader x Alastor (18+ MDNI!!)
Find part one here
Warnings/tags: smut, threesomes, dom/sub, traffic lights consent systems, oral (reader receiving) gender-neutral story, Vox and Alastor working together
Tags at the end!
Vox was pushing you roughly on to the bed as you fell into Alastor’s waiting lap behind you. Alastor pushed you down slightly so you could lay on your back, your head resting in his lap as you looked up at him with embarrassment and a hint of fright.
A moment ago, you had been teleported to Vox’s private quarters in the Vee tower, along with Alastor.
“So I just need to…” You start, trying to look away from Alastor’s hypnotising eyes.
Vox grabbed your thigh and came into your view, sitting over you. “Tell us who’s better.”
“I’m not sure I understand.” You go to sit up, but Alastor has a gentle hold of your hair, pulling your head back to his lap so he can see your face.
“What my…old pal is trying to say is we’re just trying to figure out which one of is better at being in charge in the bedroom. And we obviously need someone to help us test our theories.” Alastor’s voice is surprisingly calming, and he scratches at your head softly to get you to relax.
Vox comes into view again, and you meet his eyes, finding a surprising amount of softness to them.
“Colour?”
“...Green, sir.”
“That’s what I thought precious.”
Vox leans in, tongue meeting yours the second he kisses you, open-mouthed and almost sloppy as he grips your hips and angles them up to meet his, making you gasp into mouth. You grip his shoulders, pushing your hips up like he did for you and you hear him hold back a groan.
You let out a yelp as a hand comes and snags roughly in your hair, pulling you away from the kiss, and you realise it’s Alastor.
“Al-” You start, but he kisses you just as Vox did, cleaner but with more force, almost as if he’s trying to bruise your lips.
You barely register that Vox has moved off of you, reaching down to undo the button on your pants as you open your mouth and allow Alastor’s tongue to dance around yours, moaning into the kiss as you lift your hips to allow Vox easier access and pull the pants from your body.
“God look at you, precious.” You hear Vox say, and you try to respond but Alastor has not stopped kissing you.
You gasp into Alastor’s mouth, feeling Vox’s hand press against the sensitivity between your legs, ever so slightly stroking the outside of your underwear. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
You pull away from Alastor and he lets you, looking down as Vox hooks his clawed fingers into the outer seam of your underwear and pulls them gently down as you watch.
He doesn’t have to ask you to lift your hips to get them off, you are obedient without him even trying.
Alastor pulls your attention back, but he’s not looking at you. “I bet if you made the darling cum in your mouth, I can get them to scream my name.” Alastor’s voice is sharp, challenging Vox as Vox settles between your thighs, making you shiver while placing soft kisses along your inner thighs.
“I dunno Al, they like it rough. I fail to see how they’d yell for you if you’re not doing shit.” Vox leans forward, placing a kiss right above where you want him to be.
“So I-” You try to speak but Alastor’s hand is over your mouth in an instant, looking down at you with pitiful eyes.
“Hush pet.”
Heat pools in your lower tummy, and you try everything you can not to buck up into Vox’s mouth before he even tastes you. The way they treat you- like you’re barely even there is turning you on more than you’d like to admit to either of them. But Vox knows.
“Ready precious?” Vox is calling to you from between your legs and you nod as much as you can with Alastor’s hand pressing down over your mouth.
“Eyes on me.” Alastor commands, and you look up at him, his other hand coming to stroke your head gently, occasionally pulling on your hair so as to not let you relax too much. “Don’t look at him. He’s just a machine right now. I’m giving you the pleasure.”
Alastor’s words are hypnotic. But it takes absolutely everything in you to not look down at Vox right as his tongue flicks out and licks along your heat, wasting no time in sucking you into his mouth as you moan against Alastor’s hand.
You try to buck your hips into Vox’s mouth but his hands dig into your hips, pushing them down to the bed and pinning you there to keep you still. “I’ve got you precious.” Vox says.
Alastor looks down at you, allowing you to moan aloud, desperately trying to keep your eyes on him as Vox licks you with no mercy.
“Look at you!” Alastor leans down, breath on your nose as he gives you a quick kiss. “So sensitive. I bet I could make you scream louder than that. You’re such an obedient little thing so far.”
“Al I-,” You go to say something, but it is lost when Vox’s hands slide under your ass, angling your hips up to meet his mouth directly, and you nearly scream. “Fuck! Vox-.” But Alastor is not having it, his hand coming to snag into your hair and pull your head back till it almost feels like any further and it’ll snap off.
“Come on Alastor, it’s not like they can help me being this good.” Vox is teasing him, pushing him but Alastor has all his attention on you. Vox resumes his work.
“Whose name are you supposed to be screaming?” Alastor’s eyes are boring into yours, and you hear Vox groan, and you just know he’s rolling his eyes.
“Fuck-” You are barely finding words.
“Vox, stop.” Alastor’s words make you freeze, and you buck your hips in frustration as Vox pulls away from your heat.
You try to look down at Vox, beg him to continue but Alastor’s hold on your hair is ruthless. Vox is surprisingly silent.
You beg. “Alastor! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.”
“That’s better, isn’t it,” Alastor soothes, letting your head fall back into his lap right as Vox continues his torturing. “So much better when you listen like a good little pet.”
You whine, arching your back as Vox hits a particular spot, sucking and licking the way you have always liked. But this so much different to everything you two have ever done. He’s letting Alastor control you. Control him. Controlling you with another man over a…a deal! A trade! A stupid bet!
But you were loving it.
“Who’s pleasuring you?” Alastor asks, and you know it’s a warning. A challenge for you to say the wrong thing. But you want to be good, chasing the praise he gave you before.
“You, Alastor.” You are breathless, and he adores it, looking down at you squirming into Vox’s mouth as you struggle to form any words at all.
Alastor’s hands slide down over your shoulders, pulling up your shirt slowly so as to give you time to object if there is an issue. But there is no issue. There is only the sweet, sweet pleasure of being tortured between them.
“Are you sensitive here, too?” Alastor brushes his fingers gently over your nipples, and you shiver.
Vox pulls his mouth off of you, a clear smile in his voice as he says, “only when you’re rough with them.”
Alastor’s eyes light up right as your face goes red, trying to protest, but you know he’s right.
“How rough? Like this?” His fingers grasp one nipple and then the other, pulling them upwards as you arch your back, moaning loudly.
“Har-” You barely have any thoughts.
“What was that, dear?” Alastor doesn’t relent, and Vox goes back to pushing you further and further to your climax.
“Harder, please! Please, Alastor, please.”
Alastor’s smile is impossibly wide and you barely register him calling you a good pet again while he tugs harder on your nipples, your moans echoing around the room as you squirm between both of them, pleasure overwhelming you.
“Al! Please!” You beg him, and he smiles.
“Be specific pet, what exactly do you want?” He doesn’t relent, tugging harder to pull a response out of you but all he gets is moans. You try to push an answer out.
“I- I wanna- please. I need to cum. Please.” Your voice is shaky, the words feeling like lead as you struggle to get anything out of your mouth that isn’t involuntary moans.
“Oh you’re such a good pet. You want to cum for me do you?” Alastor’s voice is soothing, tears welling in your eyes as you are overwhelmed with pleasure of so many different areas of your body.
You watch as Alastor looks down your body, presumably at Vox and where his mouth connects to you. You think they must make eye contact because a silent conversation passes between them. One you are too far into your head to even begin to try and figure out.
“Who are you cumming for?” Alastor presses, one hand pinching and pulling your nipple and the other cradling the side of your face, grounding you as you are about to finish in their arms.
“Alastor. You. Please.”
“Go on then. Cum for me pet.”
It’s impossible, but you feel like you’re ascending. Body arched, hips bucking wildly as you take everything they give you and more. You can’t stop the cries that leave your mouth, your hands reaching up to grip Alastor’s hands, needing something to hold onto while the ringing in your ears does not relent.
You finally feel Vox slow down and eventually pull away as a heavy weight lays across your chest. Your eyes are closed, hands stroking your hair gently as you breathe heavily.
“You were right about them being desperate.” It’s Alastor’s voice, and you don’t have anything left in you to be able to protest.
“I couldn’t even tell you who won.” You feel Vox shrug, and you realise he’s laying on top of you.
You gather up everything inside of you to push the words out. “We could always try again? To…figure it out?”
You can’t see it, but it’s probably the first time Alastor and Vox have actually smiled at each other in a long time.
