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[veloria-dei]

your work is genuinely fire!! 🩷I was wondering if you could do human vox x younger female reader who recently joined the TV station as a cooking show host, and he ended up wooing her and having sex with her when everyone’s left the station and they do it on her kitchen set (sorry if this is specific! 🥹) it’s okay if you can’t do it! 😛

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trust us with your weather and your cooking..

synopsis: new at work, vincent shows you the ropes with his natural charm — however hands linger where they professionally should not linger.

tags risky sex??? oral (f receiving), squirting, p in v, slight: degrading, spanking, rough sex at the end,

w/c 2.6k

a/n TYSM💞💞 sorry ts took me so long. why do i have a life… one day ill rewrite this i swear. ugh such a brilliant req eats it

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Desperate for a job, you tried your luck at this booming company that specialised in hosting shows for the people’s entertainment. Luckily enough, your resume was pure perfection, fit what they were looking for and.. you got in!

You could pay rent this month, thank goodness. And your colleague was handsome. An esteemed gentleman by the name of Vincent Whittman was in charge of showing you the ropes. You’d see his face here and there on television as a host, drawing all eyes onto him with his excellent stage presence and strong voice. Is this where your priorities should be? However I wouldn’t blame you; with slick black hair and a charming smile that nobody could resist, it’s hard to believe he’s even real.

Despite being in his late 30’s or early 40’s, he still has that charm of an actor.

“Welcome to the company, miss.” He combs his hand through his brown-mixed-with-grey strands back, pushing his glasses up as he walks elegantly. “I’ll be your guide. Don’t be afraid to ask me anything.”

Vincent suddenly spins around, takes your hand and places an intricate kiss, making you fluster. He smirks, satisfied with your reaction. You are so much different than the tiger girls he woos; your expression or could it be that sweet perfume you’re wearing? It attacks his nostrils, and makes him want to lean in closer to get a good inhale of you.

He’s tasked with showing you the ropes, and you end up watching him direct and lead the audience and his team — oh what a delightful man. His hands guide the camera, eyes glued to its output, it was as if he were born to be a leader.

You’re impressed, to say the least. Perhaps experience comes with age.

Vincent takes you to your first set. This is where you’ll be performing your first cooking show, live on television. For a moment you feel nervous at the idea of your face being on video, however Whittman comforts you and cheers you up with sugary words.

Shining wooden cabinets and neatly placed knives and cutlery, a brand new kitchen for you.

“There’s no need to be nervous, miss.” Vincent whispers in your ear, hands whispering over your hips. Too close, so close, and felt as if it were on purpose — with the way his broad shoulders shield you and how he has to bend down to get close to you, how his breath hovers over the sensitive lobe. He wants to tease you. “You’ll enjoy being on air. I’ll be right there with you, every single step.”

His face was so close to yours. You fluster, and he grins, tongue grazing over the sharp edge of his teeth. His low voice was like a gentle, jazzy trumpet to alleviate your nerves. To ease you, he hands you a script and even goes over the lines alongside you, keeping you company. An angel sent from heaven, and it didn’t take long for you to fall swoon. A lonely woman like you just trying to get by should’ve known you’d fall victim to ruthless charm like this, however you can tell he favoured you more than those other girls who liked to cling onto him.

Tonight was now the night. 6pm, after rush hour and everybody is home from their tiring jobs, the cameras shut on and now you are the face on everybody’s screens. Your gaze flickers to Vincent’s, who gives you an approving smile, and you follow your lines.

“I welcome you to 666’s new cooking channel, where we will be presenting new recipes for our viewers at home.” You project, eyeing the ingredients on the table. “I present to you, our special guest — Vincent Whittman, your esteemed weatherman.”

Vincent walks onto stage, and rests an arm on your hip, where the camera cannot see. You lean into his touch, and he gives your hips a little pat to soothe. Vincent has the most perfect poker face — while you’re not trying to flush at the familiar scent of his masculine cologne alongside his least professional affection.

“—Remember, you can trust us with your weather and your dinner, am I right?” He turns to you, pulling you out of your dreamland.

“Of course. Trust us with your recipes. Now, tonight we’ll be making..”

Vincent gently guides you, and with every movement it’s as if his hands follow your waist, caressing just in the boundaries of normal. You both could feel the spark between you, that tension, the way he would wink and stare at your rosy lips. He seemed to find an excuse to make contact with you — assist with the knife, get ingredients, a ‘casual’ shoulder touch — all while staying professional. He’d lean in close while holding your hand while slicing vegetables and whisper: “Carefully now, sweetheart,” making your heart rate boom.

In retort, you would pretend to adjust his tie, clean his suit if he’d spill anything or even fork-feed him samples of the food while it was cooking. At some point the directors had noticed, however, they stayed silent as they believed this would bring in ‘more viewers’ acting like husband and wife.

This show didn’t feel professional. After an hour of mutual pining and tactics, hands where they probably shouldn’t have been, it came to an end. You wave at the camera, and it finally shuts off. Directors, employees and interns start to wrap up, taking leave to go do other tasks or resign for the night.

“Good job tonight, Whittman and..?”

You quickly gave your name, and chuckled.

“Well done nonetheless. I must say, you two seem like the perfect husband and wife, especially on stage. Those secret smiles and glances — don’t think we didn’t notice.” The director laughed, and you two filled in the almost awkwardness with the same laughter.

“Director. I didn’t know you saw it that way. I wanted to ease the nerves. She’s new, aren’t you?” Vincent smirked, his usual charm shining through as he winked at you through his peripheral.

“Of course. I must go, and so must you two.”

He finally leaves along with the rest of the crew, simultaneously leaving just the two of you together. You start to clean up around the kitchen, doing the last of the dirty dishes used to cook and whatnot.

“How was it, did it make you more confident on stage?” Vincent crosses his arms, smug.

You dry your hands and look up at him. “Yes— I’m glad to have you by my side.”

Those heterochromic eyes peer into yours, and you do so as well. The air between you feels warm, your fingers twitch as they want to move elsewhere and— getting too flustered, you navigate your eyes anywhere else. Until, his hand takes your chin into its palm, dragging your head up to meet his gaze. Suddenly his face was so much closer, and instead of his eyes on yours, they cornered themselves onto your lips once more, then back to your eyes as if asking permission.

“Whittman..” You murmur and his cheeks visibly redden. Hesitating for just a moment, you take your lips into his. He immediately reciprocates, deepening the kiss and cupping your cheek with his palm. Like usual, his hands wander down your body, however it felt so much different — undoing the apron wrapped around your hips and feasting on the top buttons on your shirt. His way with your clothes was thirsty, however his hands on your skin were so gentle, almost intimate.

Lifting you by the hip, he rests you atop the counter, where he leaned in once more to kiss you. You humbly place a finger upon his lips, pausing him before talking:

“What if someone catches us? What if we’re too loud and—“

“We won’t get caught, just.. keep quiet. Everyone else is busy, baby.” Vincent purrs, hand trailing up your thigh. “It’s just you, and me.”

He leans in close to whisper into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your back. Your hands steady themselves upon his shoulders as he kisses his way down your neck, undoing the rest of your shirt.

Taking a deep breath, he leans back, lifting your legs up, scowling at the pantyhose that’s between you and your meal. Pulling up that pesky skirt, he frowns and pulls apart the thin fabric with a loud rip, making you jolt. Before you could protest, your panties are pulled to the side and his fingers spread you wide, his tongue making kitty licks at your clit.

Perhaps experience does come from age — no guy your age could treat you like this, devouring you inside out. His tongue slurped and lapped up every last taste of you, causing your pussy to salivate hungrily. Every time you’d squirm and tremble, he’d grab your thighs and pull your body right back against his face.

Your hands tangle within his hair strands, tugging him closer while you grind your hips all over his tongue. That pot in your stomach began to grow, that orgasm rising in you — you pant as you can feel yourself tipping over the edge. Vincent only goes harder, plugging your holes with his fingers and suckling your clit before you let loose. Thighs tremble and a splurge of juices expel from your cunt, drenching his face, glasses and shirt.

Vincent chuckles, pulling himself away, his glasses all crooked and soaked from the… intimate session. Licking his lips, he pulls them off, throws them across the table as he tugs at his belt. His own dick is throbbing at you; that face of yours, irresistible body and that gorgeous demeanour.

You lean in and undo his dress shirt, pull off his jacket, eager to see more of him — and he obliges. Each button he pops off gives you a clearer view of his bare body, all the way down to his v-line. What could be below that belt? And that thought made the blood run up to your cheeks. Vincent places a kiss upon the warmth and grasps your wrists, dragging them down his body, letting your fingers run over every ridge and curve of his muscles. Your mind swirls until you feel the fabric of the waistband of his boxers — he drops them even lower, allowing you to feel the warmth beneath them.

He leans in close, takes a small nibble of your ear love before whispering: “Feel how good you make me feel. How about you pull them down?”

Blushing, you tug at the waistband sheepishly, and with a bit of assistance, his cock bobs and nuzzles in your hand. Perhaps your hands are dainty, or his dick is just big.

“Cute.” He murmurs, before pulling you into a kiss. His kisses stifle your moans as he plays with your pussy, making sure you’re nice and wet for him. Tracing kisses down your neck, he steadies himself on your hips before licking his lips.

“Vincent.. slowly,” You whine, holding onto his shoulders. Lining his cock his dick up to your pussy, he gently, no, teasingly thrusts in between your folds, his tip rubbing at the sensitive nub. Deep, long breathes and slow moans, becoming more desperate by the second. He knows this; however the sadist in him continues to tease you, fingers ghosting over your clit before gently torturing the sensitive nub. Then he’d slowly push his fingers in while breathlessly whimpering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Hurry up!” You whine, now impatiently, reaching your limits.

“Hurry up and what, hm?” He babbles, taunting you.

“You know what.”

“Tell me. Use your words”

Hesitating, you yield: “Fuck me, Vincent. I want to feel you so, so deep.”

A hint of pink laces his cheeks from the shock, his lips stuttering without saying a word. Composing himself, he obliges what you both desperately want and pushes his tip into you. Finally you’re both connected. He groans, feeling your walls clench around him, stretching to accommodate his length.

“So tight..” He chuckles. “I thought I'd already teased you enough.”

Whittman pushes in deeper, retracting his hips before slamming his cock as deep as he can, earning a pathetically loud squeal from you. Satisfied, he grinds his cock deep inside of you, stirring uncontrollable moans out of you. Your shoulders stiffen as you grip onto him for support.

Suddenly, a knock alerts you both.

“I heard a noise. Is anyone there?” One of the co-workers must’ve been heading to the printer or— who cares! You don’t have long to act at all. Vincent only smirks, daring you to keep quiet.

“If you be quiet, he won’t come in. Trust me.” Vincent lowers his voice to an audacious whisper. “You can do that for me. Be a good girl.”

Your attempt to even start to complain is interrupted by another sudden jolt of knocks. Teasingly, he places a finger over his lips and grins, then slowly rocks his hips inside of you.

Your attempt to even start to complain is interrupted by another sudden jolt of knocks. Teasingly, he places a finger over his lips and grins, then slowly rocks his hips inside of you. With all efforts, you try to mute your moans with your palm, your whole body shaking from it all. It’s evident on Whitman’s face as well he’s having to constrain himself.

Strong hands grip around your waist as he starts to increase his pace, making it increasingly difficult for the both of you. Soft whimpers and long breathes are forced out by your own throat, and Vincent intertwined his lips with yours to shut you up.

“Nobody’s there? Alright. Thought I’d.. heard something..” The voice outside ends up fading and the footsteps gets further and further away.

Sighing in relief, Vincent leans back to comb his hair back with his fingers. “Finally. I could barely hold on. Your pussy is driving me crazy.”

He scowls, before slamming his cock deep back into you again Your moans echo throughout the room as his roughness takes you by surprise, and he stuffs four fingers into your mouth for you to bite on, to atleast shut you up.

“Shh, you can take it.” Vincent chuckles, landing a spank on the side of your ass. Your legs are now loosely hung over his shoulder, back sprawled out on the counter, helpless to his will. It’d be shameful to admit it but, the thought of getting caught turned you on even more. Oh the rumours, the mess of it all — having Vincent deep in your sheets…

Whittman kisses you, his tongue brushing against your lip. “Maybe I should fuck you like this.”

Pulling out, he flips you over onto your stomach, pushing his dick in from behind. In this angle, his cock directly rubs against your g spot, driving you crazy. To his satisfaction you whine, and he gives you a teasing spank before fucking you with vigour.

“You like it when I fuck you a bit rougher, don’t you?” He teases, watching your legs squirm in pleasure. “You can try to squirm and struggle and it wouldn’t do a thing!”

Vincent purrs, placing hickeys upon his younger assistants' backs. A pit in your stomach started to grow — you started to wish he could fuck you like this forever. So good, so deep, hitting all your little sweet spots. Before you know it, a bicep is wrapped around your neck, the muscle cushioning your face as he fucks you to orgasm. You could feel it coming, building, rising.

By the way your body trembled, he could tell.

“About to cum? That’s it,” Vincent grinds his cock as deep as he could go, rubbing exactly against your g-spot. Your eyes roll back, legs trembling and kicking as you release a torrent of juices all over his abdomen, dripping onto the floor. Vincent pulls out, panting as he watches you try to grip the marbled table, not very smart, are you?

“What a good girl.” Like a puzzle piece your chin fits perfectly in his palm, and he turns your head to look at him. “—But i haven’t came yet. Let’s keep going.”

a/n do you guys rate this 😋

[veloria-dei]

just stumbled upon your work and wow, i love it sm!! can i request a possessive Vox smut? maybe the reader went out dancing and another demon hit on her

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ᰔ pairing,, possessive+jealous!vox x reader

ᰔ synopsis,, Zeezi’s party gone wrong… A guy flirts with you and Vox loses his marbles in act 3

ᰔ tags,, SMUTT!! porn w plot, rough sex, a little degrading, p in v, oral (f-receiving), unprotected sex,

ᰔ w/c,, 2.1k

ᰔ a/n,, tysm for reqq! and for the compliments im so grateful 🥹💞 hopefully you like it anon

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Zeezi’s party was going great — disco lights, the flashing dance floor with hyperpop music blasting all throughout, and multiple bars. Your favourite one was in the corner, warm and away from the party, usually where people drag their drunk friends away from the chaotic dance scene.

On the dance floor, you could try to keep up with her frantic pace but the redbull-pretend-alcohol wasn’t really helping. It felt almost lonely, despite the crowd carried away around you. To distract yourself away from this feeling, you continue on, talking with girls, trying to keep away from the addictive mess of alcohol and enjoy the night. You’ve never been an avid drinker. After seeing what it does to Husk, you vowed to keep away from it. Vox doesn’t like you hanging out with the freaks from that Hotel, however they make plenty good company; though they do ask questions about Vox and your relationship. Nosy, don’t you think?

“Does he treat you well? Oh I'll stab him all to death if he doesn’t!” Nifty sharpens her knife, upset at the thought of it.

“You’d better get rid of a man like that, I’d tell ya.” Husk sighs, cleaning the cups and organising the shelf of alcohol.

“Look I'm telling you, snookums, one hand on you and I’d—“ Angel sighs. No matter what he or anyone else says, you’re right where you want to be. “No deterrin’ you. Do head-strong.”

Alastor doesn’t say a word — In fact he prefers to keep away from you, the hotel as a whole. Doesn’t matter, was never the chatty, friendly type.

Charlie only sighs, knowing that if they can’t help you, she definitely cannot. “If he ever does you wrong, leave him! He’s a bad person, Idontevenknowwhy—“

“Charlie, she can make her own decisions now.” Vaggie would soothe her, resting a warm hand on her shoulder.

Thinking about it made you more uncomfortable. Then, you spot your lover amidst the crowd, charming Zeezi and planning to get her onto his side, classic. By getting all the overlords on his side, there was no true powerful opposition. Along with his master plan, of course. Vox places a keen eye on you.

Distancing away from the crowd, you swerve yourself into your favourite, warm bar.

The bartender greets you, recognising you as a familiar face in this area. “The usual?”

She smiles, you nod, and she goes into the chilled fridge to pull out a cider. “Here you are, sweetheart.”

Falling in love with the peachy smell of the candles, the warm lights and the sound being muffled out, you find yourself almost at peace. Chatter blends in with the background and you're left alone at once with your thoughts. You soothe your head with soft breathes and the coldness of the flavoured cider.

Suddenly a man taps on your shoulder, your body flinches and slips around, and he starts to talk to you.

“You’re pretty, I’m..”

As soon as Vox saw you, he couldn't help himself but manipulate his way into connecting to the cameras. Keenly, he observed you, the loose body indians of the sinner who dared come near to you. Scowling, he watches you laugh — in which he mistakes your awkward expression for actual joy — and that only makes his blood boil further. Oh, what a jealous, jealous man he is. He taps his fingers against the table, then pushes them deep into the wood, leaving a deep scar. He bites his cheek and pouts.

You’re his, and if he needs to paint that in fire, blood and anguish, then so be it.

The chair scrapes against the floor as he finally stands tall. Vox’s eyes narrow against the blue light reflecting against him. He should overcome this reckless jealousy, this jealousy that torments him. This foolish desire to want to own you, to become one of his most important possessions. It’s pathetic, the way he stutters when he can’t define what you mean to him — there is no word to describe this longing, this rage inside. And now he’s in a graveyard, looking down at the man’s body. Lifeless, a shameful embodiment of what’s become of him.

He said he’s going to the bathroom, but it’s been an hour. You’re glad he’s gone anyway. How irritating. A buzz from your pocket makes you jump — it’s a text from Vox: “Come home now.”

This piqued your interest, and you wrap everything up — waving goodbye to the bartender, blowing a kiss to Zeezi and french kissing all the girls you met tonight. How sweet. And on the ride back you couldn’t help but be curious. Just a while or so, not that you had been keeping track, Vox was in his same snarky mood, spreading his own word around. This message felt different, your gut told you so.

Opening the door to his office, Vox leaned back in his chair, watching over shock.wav, legs crossed upon the table along with his arms. Sensing your presence, he flings around, approaching you with a fast, sharp walk. The door slams and your arms are above your head before you know it — his grip is stronger than usual, the gap between you two next to nothing. Vox growls, his face full of frustration of which he couldn’t hide; for a moment he keeps you there at his will, as if conflicted.

“Don’t talk to other men.” Vox mutters, conflicted. “None of them, no. That guy at the bar—“

The room went silent. Vox growls, pulling back your hair to force your face up, revealing your neck. He gently lays kisses upon it, then bites the nape of your ear. “I only want you to talk to me, just me. You are mine.”

“Vox..” You gently huff, exhaling softly, resting your hand on the lapel of his jacket. His hands travel to your waist, feeling the fabric of the dress you're wearing, then down to your hips.

“I want you to feel how much I want you.” He pulls you in, your nose brushing the screen. Suddenly he flips you around, allowing the wires to push you back onto the side of the bed. You shuffle back onto the bed, allowing him to climb on top, and you watch as he stripes his shirt and v-neck carelessly onto the floor. Your hands fumble with his buttons, watching his lean body become more and more exposed.

His hands seize yours, running them down his body. “I’m so, so much better than those other guys. I can please you better than anyone else.” Vox speaks low, before leaning in to kiss you before you could even fathom a reply. Fingers slip under the hem of your shirt and explore your waist, from the warmth of your body up to your breasts, gently squeezing and toying with your nipples. Your shirt gets tossed onto the floor, and he unhooks your bra and throws it away.

From your collarbone, he kisses your neck, leaving hickeys in its wake, downwards, his hands trailing along with him, all before pausing at the waistband of your trousers. His gaze raises up to yours before unzipping your fly with his teeth, undoing the button and pulling it off as a whole. Spreading your thighs, he leaned in, kissing upon your thighs toward the prize.

He spread your folds with both hands, and gently kissed your vulva, darting out his tongue to lick the sensitive flesh. You shudder, and he takes that as an invitation that he's doing well and to continue — lapping up the taste of you desperately, as if to prove to you something. Perhaps to prove he’s so much better than anybody else, so perfect for you, that he could please you.

Your hands grip onto the edges of his screen, pulling him in as close as you could, grinding your hips upon his tongue. Gradually, you could feel his screen heating up with arousal, getting off on the feeling of making you feel so good like this. His hands grip onto your hips, travel up to your waist and caresses all over, sending shivers down your spine.

Oh, he really was that good — you could feel yourself edging towards your orgasm. Vox pushes a finger inside, targeting both your clit and your g-spot. Your walls clench around him, however he taps your ass to signal for you to loosen up for him. Throwing your head back, you relaxed into the bliss he was giving you, bucking your hips and trembling, scratching at the plastic on the back of his screen.

“Feels good, huh? Gonna come, aren’t you?” Vox knew you too well. He knew when you were about to finish, where all your little sweets spots were, and he abused that knowledge, touching places he knew would make your moans hiccup.

The pit in your stomach began to grow, and you could feel the orgasm building up. Your breaths became heavier, and your thighs began to tremble. Vox knew this, and started to slow his pace, edging it out of you. You cry his name, squirting all over his screen and his chest. With a satisfied smirk, he leans back, licking his lips and savouring the taste of you.

“He could never do this for you. Nobody can satisfy you like I can.” Vox gently chuckles, letting his sense of pride and jealousy take over him. You collect yourself and look down at the bulge in his own trousers.

You decide to tease a little. “How about you show me how good you can please me? Prove it.”

And just those words set him off. Before you knew it your thighs were pressed against your chest, and Vox slammed his cock inside of you so rough, pounding you into the mattress. He growled, grunting with every thrust and squeeze of your pussy. You felt as if you were being destroyed from the inside out.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it — Fuck you’re so tight — tell me how much better I am, you whore!” Vox started grinding his hips into you, reaching the deepest parts of you. His fat tip pressed and rubbed against your cervix, driving you crazy. Your pussy throbbed at his previous pounding, and you don’t know how long it’s been since he’s been fucking you like this.

“Vox, you’re the best, please!” You pathetically pleaded. To his satisfaction, he released you, the cum dripping out of you. Instead of a break however, you end up being pulled to the side of the bed. Your legs lock around his hips and he carries you towards the large window. It’s quiet, the streets lit up with lampposts, the sun peeking out of the horizon.

“You see that? I’ll make sure every motherfucker sees how you take my dick.” His tip prods against your holes and he vigorously pulls you down onto it. A moan escapes your throat and you cling onto him. “Make sure they all know your mine. Your pussy is mine, every damn part of you.”

With increased fervour, his pace increases, his balls slapping against you with each thrust, the wet lapping echoing throughout the room. You clawed at his back, squirmed in his arms, however he just dug his fingers into you. It felt so good; tears welled in your eyes as your throat began to run dry. Your pussy leaked juices onto the floor uncontrollably, creating a puddle beneath you two — Vox chuckled, his screen starting to overheat.

“Y’dont know how much I need you. I need to fill you up, I need to have you as mine.” Vox groans, savouring the feel of your insides, the way they squeeze and tighten around him. “Never, ever stray from me, or—“ I wouldn't know what to do. “I’d kill whoever’d— Shit..”

He could barely think straight, and he himself could feel the pit growing in his abdomen. Vox pulls you close, intertwining his lips with yours desperately, a stringing of saliva still connecting the two of you when he pulled away. You moaned, mind hazy from it all.

“Gonna cum, yeah? You’re gonna take it all for me.” Vox moans, breathing heavily, hand trembling as he spanks you. His hips start to stutter, and he pulls you as close as he can, making you tremble along with him. A warning props onto his screen: SYSTEM OVERLOAD — and with one final thrust, he pumps his seed into you, drool running from his lips. It leaked from your hole, joining the puddle beneath you little by little, all before he finally pulls out fully, his cum all pouring out like a waterfall.

He throws you onto the bed, sweating profusely. Vox approaches, grabbing each side of your thighs.

“W—We made such a mess. I want to go again. Please.” Almost desperately, he whined, his eyebrows knitting. He was so different from the man who appeared so charismatic on television. “Wanna make you mine, and only mine. All day long.”

[veloria-dei]

i literally love your works sososo much you’re such a great writer 💘💘 any chance I could request a Vox teasing reader smut ? 🫣

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⊱ pairing: human!reader x sinner!vox

⊱ synopsis: well, vox teases you..

⊱ tags: size difference, degrading + praise, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), small oral (f receiving) + female masturbation, humiliation and no yeah his wires restrain you quite a bit

⊱ w/c 2k

⊱ a/n tysm for req & OFC the prestigious compliments 🥹💞 never let me open google docs again wow i feel like a whore

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His figure looms over you, and you can’t help but be almost intimidated. His hand traps you against the wall, head leaning in just until your nose bumps his screen. Peering down upon you, he takes your cheek within his hands, his claws grazing at the skin.

“Foolish mortal — I know your plan already.” Vox hums. “I’m the strongest sinner in Hell. I’m undefeatable.”

Before you could even open your mouth to make an attempt to defend yourself, retort, or make any noise, he cuts you off. “Let’s make a deal.”

You accept his terms, and it feels like the air around you has stiffened. He pulls you by your chin to look up at him, and he mockingly squishes your cheeks together. “Little humans like you shouldn’t play around in Hellfire.”

Vox laughs to himself, exposing his teeth, and you shiver. Before you know it, his wires take hold around your waist, dragging you to the bed in the centre of the room. With a hum of amusement, he calmly pins both hands on each side of your thighs as you sit on the plush mattress.

“Tell me. How far do you think my dick will make it, hm?” Licking his lips, Vox hooks onto the hem of your shirt, pulling it up in one swift movement. If he wanted to, he could tear it off in a second, however he decides to keep whatever dignity you have. “Here?” His nail pokes at your navel, “Or…” He drags his finger upward, just below your ribs.

You expel a harsh breath through your teeth, imagining all the possibilities. A sinner's dick could break a human like you — he’s so much taller, bigger, powerful. What he could do to you is endless. However you’re intrigued as well, that’s one thing you cannot deny and the one thing he sees right through you. Your eyes shy at him, avoiding his contact, and he snickers.

“Shy already?” He leans in obnoxiously close to your ear, nipping at the skin. “There’s more I'll do to you that you just won’t expect, right? Like this.”

His wires latch around your arms pulling up to the spot of the bed, your head against the pillows. Vox then takes it up a notch, taking advantage of your helplessness by pulling your legs apart. There, you’re all ready for him. You’re at his mercy. You pant for air although nothing much has been done to you just yet. This relentless hound of a sinner crawls up the bed, using your thighs as a tool to pull your body against his crotch. You’re just too easy for him to play with — his hands are bigger than your thighs, his television head is wider than you could ever fathom, needless to say his body outsizes yours. Vox could hold you like a toy, use you and play with you like one too.

His large hands run down your thighs, up your hips, his hands slipping under your shirt, pulling it off in a heartbeat. Leaning in, he kisses up your body, his fingers exploring your waist towards your back, unlatching your bra. His lips wrap around your breast, leaving hickeys in its wake and finally he makes it to your face, keenly watching your tainted expression. You whine at the contact, your arms trembling as you hesitate on where to place them.

“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re making this face? How pathetic.” Vox chuckles, entertained. You wince as he tugs at your trousers, pulling them off cleanly along with your panties. Embarrassed, you lean in and in return tug at his collar, to which he laughs and undresses himself to you. Both his and your clothes are now on the other side of the room, and you’re left to your devices as he clasps your wrist and drags it down his lean body. In between your fingers your hands ripple at the muscle, all the way down to his v-line, where you start to feel a tide of heat.

“Go on, undo my belt.” Vox beckons, and you obey, fiddling with the belt, unzipping the fly, pulling it down. Your eyes latch onto the bulge through his boxers, and he smirks pleasantly at your surprised reaction. Wires pull you up onto your knees, and Vox pulls your head exactly where it belongs, rubbing up against his clothed cock, earning whimpers and whines from you. “That’s it, so obedient f’me.”

With every grind of your cheek, you could feel the heat inside growing, his dick getting hard before you. To get back at him, you hook your fingers against his waistband and yank it downwards, his dick springing up and slapping your face. Vox’s eyes widen in surprise as you take hold of the base, fingers unable to reach from the other side of the girth, darting out your tongue at his tip. He erupts in laughter, raking his sharp fingers into your hair.

“Awh, impatient aren’t we? Just couldn’t hold yourself back.” Vox licked his lips, giving your cheeks a mocking slap. “If you want it so badly, suck it.”

For a prolonged moment, you hesitated, hands loosening from the base. So much bigger than what you expected. Upon all his news shows and media presence, he spoke of himself like some sort of God, a monster reigning upon both Heaven and Hell. Is everything about him so.. huge? Power, influence.. “Now you’re hesitating? I expected more from you.”

His sneering tone sets you right back to reality — his fat tip before your lips, his eyes observing every move you make. With a chunk of your hair, he pulls your neck to the side, and with the other hand he wraps around his own length, using it to slap your cheek. “Open wide.”

Obediently, your mouth opens, and he shoves as much as he can down your throat, mumbling “so good..” as he groans at the warmth of you. At first, you wanted to gag, however he coaxed you into taking it smoothly, stuffing your mouth full. A tear runs down your cheek, and you struggle to look him in the eye. “Oh yeah, good girl!”

Underneath his laboured breath, he whines while pulling out his length before slamming it back in, hoping your throat will adjust to its size.

“You are just so tiny. I could squeeze you in my grasp, you know that? Oh, you must be so focused on the dick that’s down your throat.” Vox chuckles, observing the euphoric, desperate state of your face, eyes squinting as your jaw stretches. You hum against his cock while your hand drags down your own body to soothe your aching pussy, pushing between the folds to feel the wetness and heat growing within. You drag your fingers up and down, getting off of the feeling of being stuffed.

Vox throws his head back and starts to thrust his hips with increased fervor, letting his tip slam against the deepest parts, watching as your whimpers muffle. “You like that, huh? When it hits so deep…” He groans, his own words riling him up. “If you can barely handle it like this, how will you manage when it hits your womb, hm?”

With a sudden pop, he pulls your lips off of his length, and you watch as only half of his cock glistens with your spit — is that how far you’ve been taking it? It felt like so much more than that…

Vox lowers himself to your level before speaking: “Can’t have you getting too carried away, I still have to prepare you for the main meal.” and before you could process those words, your hands are bound to the bedpost by his wires and no matter how much you struggled, they were absolute.

Sharp claws spread your thighs, his eyes peering down at the wetness between them. In response he laughs, “Already so wet for me? Did just that turn you on? What a slut..”, all before spreading your folds wide, watching your face curl in humiliation and taking a taste of you. Sweet.. and he kisses up to your clit, darting out his tongue to flick it. Whimpering, you try and struggle with the wires, however he squeezes your wrists tighter; perhaps as a punishment for even trying.

“Such a good girl,” He hums before circling your hole with his finger, pushing its way in. Slowly, he teases your insides, loosening you, feeling your insides wetten, loving the feeling that it's him that’s turning you on. You watch as he licks his lips, increasing his pace when he knows it’s right while kissing upon your inner thigh. His cock twitches watching you moan and shiver with the pleasure he’s giving you, a bead of pre lining the tip.

Watching how much he’s restraining himself turns you on, yet you deny it. “Look at you, how pathetic..” Vox chuckles, panting, his hand drags over his own length now, getting off on the sight of you. His wires loosen. You want to touch him; feel the electricity run through the veins of his dick, get back at him for his words, yet here you are, covering your face as you whine under his touch. “Are my fingers that good? Should I go deeper?”

Vox pushes his finger deeper, rubbing your g-spot gently, watching your breath hitches as your hips roll against the mattress. Pulling out, then ramming it back in, rubbing against the sensitive nub and watching it drive you crazy. However he’s not satisfied yet, and this won’t prepare you for what’s coming next. Therefore he pushes another finger inside, stretching your little hole. A sinner’s hand is much, much bigger than a humans’, and could possibly fit around your neck like a choker.

Gradually, he pushes you to the edge and you can feel the pit in your stomach growing — he notices as your breathes and moans become more frequent, your hips trembling and rolling towards his hand as if begging for that little more before the finish line, the way your hands attempt to grip the sheets. His pace increases, perhaps to tease, to watch you go wild after hitting that sweet release. Moans exit your throat subconsciously, your eyes fluttering shut as you finally let loose, a gush of liquid squirting all over his lower abdomen. Your whole body trembles, vision hazy while you relax.

Vox raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise, feeling the wetness stain him. “Couldn’t hold on, could we?”

“Put it in..” You whimper, huffing as you twitch your finger to the left, palms pressing against your own face.

“What was that? You want me to put it in?” Vox taunts, "In fact — how about you beg for it?”

At those words you hesitate, unable to speak. Do you give up the last of your dignity left, or reserve it?

“Please, V—Vox, fuck me already!” You whine, spurting out pathetically. “Show me what exactly the King of Hell can do”

Vox smirks, complacent at the words coming out of your mouth. He pulls your body closer to him, lining his cock between your folds, gently humping at an agonising pace.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“So, so bad!”

“Oh yeah? You want to feel it slam against your sweet spots?”

“M—Mhm..!”

“It’ll do so much more than that, sweetie.” Vox chuckles, embracing the power he has over you. Spreading your folds apart with his claws, he pushes his fat tip inside, and your walls instantly squeeze against him. “Loosen up, whore.”

With persistent yet tender force, he manages to push half of his cock inside, your insides spreading to adjust to him. No human could live up to this. Vox grunts, exhaling sharply as he pulls back, squeezing his cock into the right space. You whine, pussy squirting all over the area as if to lubricate.

“Oh, what a good, good little toy,” Rolling his hips, grinding against your sensitive walls, your moans bounce off the walls. “Look how good you’re taking it.”

His television screen flickers to his perspective of you lying before him, whining and trembling all over the bed. With a gasp, you yelp in humility yet he grabs your chin and forces you to look.

“Do you see how much you’re enjoying it? How filthy.”

a/n dirty cliffhanger

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[veloria-dei]

Hey hey!! Okay so I have an idea what if reader is jerking vox while stroking his ego / feeding into his god complex?? I dunno it was an idea I had

Ps I love your writing

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⊱ synopsis: teasing and feeding into Vox’s god complex/ego.

⊱ tags: handjob, elements of body worship,

⊱ w/c: total 1.3k or so

⊱ a/n: tysm for req!! i loved writing this, made me think how i wanted to structure it💞 haven’t written in a while i’m a lazy bum 🫩 also TYSM for liking my writing🥹🥹 i do try ILYSM

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Vox lays back on his chair, watching his approval ratings rising. His deception is complete, having the helm of hell in his grip. The clack of your shoes are faint in the background of his own mind that reminded himself of his greatness, and it was only by the warm hands on his shoulder that made him turn his gaze from his success.

“Vox, you’re a God.” You lean in, whispering into his screen, laying a kiss at the borders. Vox grins in response, seething his teeth with success. Your hands gently massage his shoulders, then run down his torso from behind. “How does it feel?”

“Fucking amazing.” He licks his lips while watching you walk around his chair, holding the armrest as if to trap him. “I own Hell.”

With a soft chuckle, you place a kiss upon his screen, and he returns it with vigor; hands grappling onto your hips. “It turns me on just imagining my power — they’ll all bow down to me.”

With a playful smug grin, he takes off his jacket and throws it to the floor. “Starting with you, strip me.”

You raise an eyebrow, then run your hands up his thigh to hook under his v-neck, pulling it up his torso over his head. After, you undo his bow tie and the pesky top buttons of his shirt. It only took the feeling of skin-to-skin contact of the sensitive skin to make him sigh, rest his hand upon your head as if to beckon for more, all for you to indulge further. Hickeys upon his collarbone, the nape of his neck, then a kiss upon his adam’s apple.

A couple more buttons, all until his lean body was revealed to you. You gently embraced him, hands on both sides of his waist, kissing at the skin, nibbling wherever bid you so, running your hands tantalisingly, smirking when it’d earn you a shiver.

“All of you, Vox — just so perfect. You’re a being meant to be worshipped.” You mumble between the kisses, hands gently squeezing at his breast, flicking over the metallic nipples, earning a groan. His body jerking in pleasure, he urged for you to touch him more, evident by the heat growing below. The more you teased him, the more electricity that started to rush below the belt.

Vox seized your hands, teeth clenched together, putting them exactly where he wanted them to be.

“That is a command from the King of Hell.” Vox growled, rubbing his hips against your hand. Biting your tongue, your fingers fumbled with the zipper of his trousers, and your eyes smiled at his dick peeking out of the waistband. You teased his tip with the tip of your fingers, then let them travel down to his balls, your warm palm against the shaft. Warmth from your palm branched across his dick, and a surge of electricity ran through his spine, causing him to let out a pathetic whimper.

“Just wait until you take over Heaven.” You pulled him in by the back of his neck, coming face to face with his screen. Wrapping your palm around his dick, you stroked slowly, enough to drive him mad. “Then they’ll see how powerful you are. A billion souls await your every command.”

Vox bites his lip, looking into your eyes. “What’s a deity to me? Fuck— They ain’t got a prayer.”

“That’s it. V-Tower, could be so big, so, so hard…” Your eyes gestured towards the throb below and the way your hands graze over each vein. “Both angels and sinners will collide just to worship you.”

“Faster. Show me your loyalty.” Vox mutters through clenched teeth, urging you on with a nod of his screen. Gladly, you oblige, squeezing your hand around his cock, increasing your pace obediently. Deep breathes, indulged whimpers and moans that uncontrollably exit his throat, earned by your generosity. His cock throbs in your hand, and his hips cannot help but thrust into you, as if starved for pleasure.

“You are just so perfect, Whittman. You owned souls both in Hell and on Earth. Think about the future — Reigning and conquering.” Each and every word was like inconspicuous dirty talk being manipulated into his ear, turning him on even further. His diaphragm lifted and deflated with every single deep breath and vocal expression he could let out — getting close, Vox could feel the pit growing in his stomach.

“I know you can feel it too, Vox. You’re so close.” You mumble, watching as his screen flutters and glitches. He tries to lower the volume of his screen, however you grab the remote roughly off the table with your free hand, and rank the volume higher. “Is the King of Hell ashamed? Don’t be. Show them who the real God is. You will bask in the light of success.”

Vox moans, clawing at the arm rest, body restless as he could feel himself slipping over the edge. His whole body pulses with electricity, and he almost loses his voice while his system succumbs to the bliss of orgasm. Sticky, white and messy — all over your fingers. Licking it off your fingers, you raise your gaze to the mess before you. Vox’s systems started to cool, however his dick was still hard and relenting.

a/n: ladies how did we feel about this

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BONUS SCENE !

- blowjob, dom!vox, slight degrading, deepthroating,

Kneeling before him, you kissed upon his length, giving long, teasing stripes from your tongue to tempt him into indulging you. Vox grins and takes a hold of the base. He pulls you back by your hair and aligns your lips with his tip.

“Don’t beat around the bush. Suck it, you damn whore.” Dissatisfied at your disobedience, he slaps his dick against your cheek, urging you to open your mouth. “Unless i’ve got to do it myself.”

He waits a moment, seeing if you comply, before pulling your head back and forcefully opening your mouth with his sharp fingers. Hooking your thumb in the cheek of your mouth, he pushes his dick into your mouth. You chuckle, then obediently take it down as deep as you can. Only a couple inches, suppose, as you begin to choke on his thickness.

“There you are, was that hard? You’re inferior to me. Don’t forget that.” Vox relishes in the warmth of your throat, delightfully groaning. “Don’t resist the will of the King of Hell.”

You gag on his length, and he slaps your cheek mockingly. Suddenly, he pulls out, all before slamming his dick right back in to the back of your throat, his balls kissing your chin. Provoking him might’ve not be the best idea, and if just a handjob and some teasing could lead him to have your head against a wall, choking on his dick… no, you don’t regret it. It could only take a power-hungry man like Vox to make you submit like this. You’re his most loyal follower.

“I’ll make them all kneel for me just like this, right before your own eyes — you won’t even believe it.” Vox huffs, grinding his hips into your mouth. Barely able to breathe, you tap on his thigh, begging for air. For just a moment, he allows you to struggle, as if beckoning you to learn not to disobey, then pulls out. You struggle for air, huffing desperately, looking up at your superior so submissively.

“You can do better than this. Please me.” Vox grows, running his claws through your strands, finding the bet spot to grip. He takes a chunk of your hair into his grasp, then yanks your mouth back onto him. No mercy is his forte, and he shows the wrath of it. As if you were a flashlight just for him to use, Vox thrusts into your mouth wildly, like an untamed beast claiming what’s his. All you are is for his pleasure.

Your throat squeezes and convulses for mercy, yet he only continues. It feels so, so good to serve the king of Hell, doesn’t it? Being his most loyal follower, underneath him in all ways possible, dedicating your single existence to him —or is that what he wants you to think? Nevertheless, you could barely even think straight, your mouth was stuffed, and Vox loved seeing that helpless expression plastered onto your face. It brought him such pleasure knowing that he was above you and the two of you knew it.

// cliffhanger x

[veloria-dei]

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༻ synopsis: recently, people from your company has been mysteriously disappearing.. hey i’d fuck him too

༻ tags: yandere/obsessive/sub!vox, desperate for approval!vox, slight degrading kink, cunnilingus (oral f-receiving), p in v, squirting, if you’re into begging hey i think you’d like this

༻ w/c: 2.3k

༻ a/n: sorry for mistakes i only write after the clock strikes 12..

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Ever since joining this booming news company, it’s all been. strange, to say the least. On television, you’d report the newest, frequent version of events that you could put out, true or false.

However every single male news reporter you’d laugh, friendly chat with on or off screen would conveniently go missing the next week. The worst decision you could’ve made was laughing it off, as if there weren’t something more sinister behind the scenes. You should’ve noticed something wrong since Vincent’s attention gradually became more fixated on you. During company dinners, when your face was plastered among television screens and he made sure to always be watching — his attention was always on you.

One by one, man by man, anybody who could’ve been an object of your desires mysteriously disappeared, all until he was left. Being the one next to you reporting news, so close that he could breathe down your neck, felt so, so good to him. Finally, you were so close to being just his.

“Tonight, we mourn the loss of our own.” You started the broadcast, speaking directly into the camera. It was the fourth time this month you report more victims found dead or missing.

Vincent stacked the paper in his hands onto the table, squeezing his face to create a look of empathy, as if it were by any means honest. “However we stay committed to the truth. Remember — trust us with your weather.”

Completely grazing over the topic, he pulls down the handle to reveal an image of the country, annotating the map with different reports on the weather. Of course, you followed along, slightly suspicious, however it was part of the job description. Vincent had moved up levels, concerningly quickly — if it is worth to note the higher-ups have seemed unreasonably alert as well? You’d think the ones in control would be as smug as they always were.

To them, Vincent was a powerful force not to be reckoned with. He was never complacent, despite being at the mercy of his superiors. He was also quick-witted, unyielding and unmerciful. To you, however, he was more obedient, friendly, someone you could get along with. You had never seen him lose control and nor had you believed the criticism — he was simply gentleman-like. Until he wasn’t.

Sat in his office, you watched him work while you accompanied him.

“So many people have gone missing in this company, don’t you think?” You spoke, filling the blank of conversation.

“Mm.” Vincent replied, licking his lips, curving his mouth into a wicked smirk.

“It’s as if there’s a serial killer in town.” You tried to force out a chuckle to ease the tension.

“It’s as if there’s a serial killer in town.” You tried to force out a chuckle to ease the tension. Vincent rose from his seat, turning on the radio to a loving, romantic tune, stepping towards you. Each clack of his heel made you even more curious, slightly off-put. Lifting up your hand, he intertwined your fingers with his, his other hand resting upon your waist. Caught off guard, it took you a moment to adapt to this sudden affection. His eyes bore almost lovingly into yours, however something between you two felt off. His arms guided yours, hand guided your waist and body movements as he spun you around as if count and countess in a wondrous ballroom.

“I thought you’d be smarter than this.” Vincent pulled you close, lips hovering over your ear. His hand clenched down, digging past the fabric of your clothing onto the flesh of your hip, clasping onto you. You shook. “All those people dead..” Your breathing accelerated. One, two, four..

“For you. I did it for you. All the blood by my blade was all for you. Don’t you see now?” Vincent but his lip, mumbling a chuckle. He released his hand from your hip, pushing you away before twirling you into his arms. “All those puny guys who wanted your attention — they deserved every bit of it, don’t y’think? We’re perfect for each other."

There’s a screw loose up there. Taking a deep breathe., you tried to gather a sentence, or even a phrase in this regard.

Vincent’s nose trailed up your neck, lips following along,only dragging upon the skin. “I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you? I’ve been waiting so, so long.”

“Vincent.” His name made him twitch his head. You swung yourself out of his loose grip. “You sick, sick fuck.”

Eyes full of pure disgust, spitting words that were meant to pierce through his heart, however he adored this disgust, it almost made him feel almost blissful at this praise.

“I’ll do anything for you, miss.” Vincent muttered slowly, voice almost sinister while he pledged such sick loyalty. “Anything.”

The step of your heels approaching him made his knees quiver, and you struck his tie, using it to pull his face close to yours, the tip of his nose barely touching yours. Biting his lips, his eyes squinted and bore into yours with an intense lovesickness and desire that was unmatched to anything you could’ve seen before. You were almost amused at such obedience, to the point where him killing dozens of men was pushed to the back of the mind. In the moment, it felt right to just kiss him — and that’s exactly what you did.

Lips intertwined sinfully, and he gladly reciprocated. Your hands ran through his hair, delightfully ruining the composed, professional look he had before. Not that he would mind anyway, he was too over-the-moon to be kissing you in the first place. His tongue desperately pushed it way into the warm confinement of your mouth, exploring wherever he pleased. You allowed Vincent’s hands to run down your body, resting upon your hips while he pleaded with atoms to get you as close as possible. He didn’t even want to let you breathe. Tangled up with you, pushed against his desk, and before you could even process his head was between your thighs, begging for permission.

“I want to eat your pussy — p-please. I need to. Fuck I want you so bad” His groaned desperately, glasses crooked on his face. His breath tingled through the fabric of your panties, eyes looking up at you so damn eager, you almost couldn’t resist. As soon as you consented, his hands ripped through them, his face instantly burying between your thighs. At first you tried to muffle your moans while his tongue parted your folds, devouring everything he could get his mouth on, however it proved to be useless. For hell’s sake he was so damn good at pleasing you.

He pushed your thighs wide with his huge hands, he pulled back, pushing in two fingers to stretch you out, prepare you for his dick. Taking deep breathes, he chucked in a daze watching your blissful expression, so proud of what he has made of you. Vincent leans back in, tongue swiping at your clit, making your whole body tremble.

“You’re doing so good, Whittman..!” You held back a loud moan, hands guiding head head while gripping onto chunks of his head. Your hips bucked with pleasure, relishing in the pleasure. A pit in your stomach started to build up, and you could feel it — the rate of your breaths increased and you threw your head back.

“I-I’m gonna make you cum, aren’t I? Tell me how good I am, how good I'm making you feel.” Vincent whimpered breathlessly, targeting your g-spot with increased fervour. You could only writhe in the pleasure, shamelessly letting yourself go as the feeling became so much more vivid.

“So good, Whittman, you are such a good boy. God, I’m gonna—“ You were cut off by the feeling of your body releasing its orgasm, so thrilled and out of it, that you made a mess all over Whittman and his suit. It felt so amazing that your whole body went limp for a moment, and you could only take deep breathes.

“You came all over me. I did good, didn’t I?” Vincent kissed your thigh, positioning his body so his face is only a few centimetres from yours.

“I don’t live far from here. Take me back to my place, —i’m sure a creep like you knows exactly where that is — and you can have me every way you like.” You pulled his head back via his head, placing a kiss upon his lips. Vincent smirked, cheeks flustered with red. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he couldn’t wait to have it. Giving a power-hungry man that kind of power is never a good combination.

The two of you snuck out of the office, and he took you back to your place. With a slight awkwardness in your step, perhaps from his pussy-licking from earlier, you made your way to your apartment. Pushing in the key and letting the door open, you could only get a step in before the hungry Vincent pushed you against the wall, kissing you with such vigor that it was unreal. As if he wanted you so badly, as if you were a sweet read and today was his cheat day.

As if he already knew where your bedroom was, he guided you through his hands on your hips, shutting the door behind the two of you. Pushing you upon the bed, he pulled off his suit jacket, yanked off his tie before crawling into the sheets with you. Vincent only distracted you with kisses as he tugged at each button on your shirt, revealing your bare body to the cold air. Those sharp, heterochromic eyes stared into yours as he laid kisses heading north towards your neck, biting on the supple skin to create marks. Marks to tell other people who you belong to — after having a taste of you, he doesn’t think he could ever go back. In the most obvious places therefore it’ll show through the collar of your shirt. Pesky comments about when and who you slept with will only be a bother, however to him it’ll make his trousers tighten with the knowledge that it was him, and only him that could make you moan like this.

At this point, Vincent couldn’t take it anymore — all his mind could think of was claiming this pussy for his own. He leaned back, swallowing the saliva that was on his tongue before unbuttoning and zipping down his flyer to reveal his leaking erection that he’d been holding back for who knows how long. You whinced at the sight. That was going inside of you. Just from looking at it you could tell it was bigger than your head.

Instead of a protest, you whined: “Be a good bitch and put it in.” It was as if something in Vincent clicked, his hands gripped onto your hips and lined up his tip at the entrance of your womb without a moment's hesitation. With a gentle push, he’d fit the thick tip through the tight hole. You could feel yourself stretching for gim, and your eyebrows knit into a helpless expression of pleasure.

“Loosen up f’me. I wanna go harder. I want to feel every inch of you.” Vincent leaned in close, eager and impatient, however was so easy when it came to your command. “I’m your little dog, your bitch. It is whatever you wish, fuck.”

Vincent groaned, pushing himself deeper. His dick was only halfway inside and his patience was almost running thin. Intuitively, he pulled out, letting your hole rest for a moment, before plummeting his whole length in at once. Gripping onto everything you could, your moans echoed through the walls, feeling the delight ripping through you. At first your pussy struggled to accommodate his dick, then eventually adapted Vincent gently, so sweetly, pulled out once more, before slowly pushing in and out. At a sweet, tender rhythm, as if his dick is apologising to your pretty little pussy, the full length of his cock gave you so much love, even at this speed.

“Vincent, you’re such a good boy—mmh!” You whispered, locking your legs around his waist,

“Only for you. I want to be yours.” He whined in response, so needy. His neediness only grew, and so the pace of his hips only increased, becoming rougher and more vigorous. No thoughts in his head, he could only focus on the subject in front of him, a subject he has devoted so much time and blood for. The reality of you in front of him, moaning desperately under his cock the same way you did in his dreams, drove him something more than crazy.

A pit in his pelvis began to grow, imagining what else he wanted to do you — fuck you in his office, in his own bed, on the floor. Do you think he could go so hard that you both would break the bed? Even then, that wouldn’t convince him to pull out of your throbbing, twitching pussy that seemed to love him so, so much. Your cunt twitched and tightened around him constantly, becoming the perfect sleeve for his dick. So much better than the fleshlights and toys he’s made do with.

“Fuck, please let me cum, I’ll-ugh! I need to cum.” Vincent groaned, feeling his eyes rolling back. His body collapsed forward, and his hands sprawled on either side of his waist for support. Adjusting his position, he thrusts wildly, his dick reaching deeper than it did before. And he could feel it too. His fat tip slamming against your sweet spot, your minds going blank as you moan in sync with each other. Legs quivering, your hands dripping onto his strong shoulders for any kind of support as your back arched with fulfilment.

Before he could finally let himself go, he pulls out, stroking his cock wildly as he releases all over your stomach thick ropes of cum. Vincent breathes rapidly, recovering, however not losing any of the blood that was still running down south either. It seems you weren’t exactly completely satisfied yet. Licking your lips, you took advantage of his new vulnerable state and flipped him over onto his back. Vincent gasps, and you position his dick right before your pussy once more.

“We’re not finished, and we’re not finished unless i permit it so. You do as I say, don’t you?”

[veloria-dei]

LMAOOOO YOUR 67 BANNER IM CRYINGGF SO HUMOROUS DAWG 😭😭🙏🙏

LMFAOO IM CRYINGG

vox is lowk the guy to say 67 tho. WE can agree on this 🤞

i love this photo more than anything 🥹

[veloria-dei]

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·✶· synopsis: vox loses his power to you.

·✶· tags: p w/o plot (😓), slight choking & hair pulling, power play, sub!vox, being stepped on, use of vibrators

·✶· w/c: 1.4k

·✶· a/n: please do interpret 99% of the stuttering as how TV’s stutter, really important to note that 💞💞

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Vox grunted, thrusting his hips at the pleasure of just your hand lousedly thrusting upon his dick. Up, down — and just that simple motion seemed to drive him crazy. Pretending to be unbothered, he grasped onto your hand with his firm, sharp claws and moaned as if begging for attention. Classic, as attention seeking is all he does.

“Mmh! More.. Harder!” Vox grunts, eyes fixated only on you. His shirt was all disshelved, messy, tie loosely hanging off his shoulders, most of his buttons scattered, chest heaving with electricity. So desperate. All you wanted to do was push him to the edge.

And you did exactly that. Squeezing on his cock, using his precum as lube, stroking harder. This sudden change made his screen glitch and stutter.

“O-Oh..!” Vox moaned, grunting. “N-No! I-I..!”

Drool dribbled down his lips, body shaking slightly. The rate of his breathing increased, your sadistic smirk only widened, clearly enjoying the scene before you.

“Finish your sentence.”

“I..! Ugh!” His screen stammers, claws digging onto you further. “I’m supposed to-to be the one i-in c-control!”

A power-hungry whore like him is still obsessed with status, with his status, with being a God, despite his position squirming in a chair. In all honesty, that riled you up even more. To remind him where he belongs, remind him of his inferiority, to push him down from that makeshift reality where he is on the heavenly throne. All these thoughts drive you mad..

You grab his loose tie on both ends, hold it one hand around the neck, tightening around his jugular before pulling him from his chair onto the floor. This pulling forced him to fall onto his knees — where he exactly hates to be, has always hated to be, but now will be. Vox huffed, looking up at you unexpectedly, however keeping his composure.

However that look was only his poker face, looking a little lower, you’d notice his twitching erection, eager for more. Raising your boot, you gently nudged at the erection below him.

“Pathetic…” A small exasperated ‘hmph’ of mockery was muffled by your lips. The edge of Vox’s lip raised, showing anger, however he didn’t mutter a word. “That’s it. You don’t say a word.”

“It doesn’t matter where I am now, it matters where i will be. I will dominate—“

You pulled his tie tight around his neck. He winces, air cut off, that smirk wiped off his face with a choke. His TV screen started to flip to static, begging for oxygen. A simple release of the pressure made him take deep, quick breaths. Swallowing his tongue, he licked his lips; it was too little of a punishment — it almost made him throb.

“Acknowledge who's in control.”

“Touch me already.” Those words exited a little to eager that he wanted it to be. “I don’t like waiting.”

“I’ll make you wait. Lest you tell me what I want to hear.”

“You know well I don’t answer to anybody.” He sneers, rolling his eyes back before looking back up at you with a glint in his eye.

You raised your boot, resting it against his cheek, before giving him some playful kicks. “We can do this easy, hm? Keep disobeying like that, it'll only be harder for you.”

The sweet ting of your voice set his heart ablaze. “Don’t expect me to crawl to you. I don’t think with my cock.”

He sneers, a mocking chuckle escaping from his lips. You raise an eyebrow, amused at his attitude. Both of you knew well how needy he can get.

It only took five or so minutes of him not being able to touch his dick to set him off. He growled underneath his hurried breath, while his dick twitched and throbbed and drove his system crazy. He could feel his whole electrical system heating up, wires only able to hover around his dick — he tried everything to keep his own artificial intelligence system from obeying the orders from his heart, what it was programmed to obey. Everything in his feeble power to keep it all together. He watched how you leaned back, relaxed, as if unfazed, which made him even more frustrated. Vox could only suffer in silence.

Begrudgingly, he’d had enough. Leaning forward, leaving his palm hit the floor, each step of the way making him regret it. Before you knew it he was by your leg, grabbing onto your thigh, your leg between his, and he, so humiliatedly, humped your leg. Any source of pleasure would be enough for this pathetic TV-head.

“Fuck— Don’t look..” A hint of blushed flushed over his screen, and he clung onto you even further. “Hurry uo, i’m a busy man, y’know..”

Of course, so bashful of him. “Then tell me.”

“I’m yours. I’ll only answer to you. I’m below you—hurry up, please! Fuck..” Vox bursts, as if the words coming out of his mouth were utterly unimaginable. A chuckle escapes your lips, and you rub his head.

“That’s it. Good.” Licking your lips, you walked over to his desk, pulling onto the first drawer. As you suspected, still there, you raised out a vibrator. Vox sat there shocked, unable to mutter a word for a second. His screen cracked with electricity, he had gotten so embarrassed his whore system glitched for a moment.

“Where d-did you-you f-find that?! How did you know—“

“You think I didn't know where you kept this? How you play with yourself behind closed doors?”

Vox huffed, raising onto his feet, uncharacteristically running to grab it from you. Turning to the side, you easily dodged his lousy, hazed attempt, and trip him with the tip of your boot. Vox landed himself against the wall, flustered, unable to even look. Someone in his status (or, what used to be his status) shouldn’t ever be seen doing that. He has a reputation to uphold.

You stepped closer, each click of your heel made his skin shiver. Your hand kept him against the wall using his shoulder, and the whirring of the toy made him wince and look upward in rebellion. As soon as it made contact with his tip, the electric-electric contact made his whole body quiver. Gliding it down the tip elicited an uncontrollable moan, and you were more than satisfied with that result.

This was only the lowest setting. Flicking up the mode to high, you wanted him to regret being a brat.

“Hnngh!” Vox gasped suddenly, feeling the pressure skyrocket too quickly, too fast for him to adjust. The pressure made his hips buck into it, and his mouth could only hang agape and moan like a whore in heat. “M-More..!”

His hands searched desperately, clawing at the air, trying to find anything to cling onto as the pleasure made him want to sink onto his knees once more. How pathetic for a well-loved television host to be reduced to the place of a slut? The expression on his face suits the role.

Pfft — You quickly pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly mumbled ‘say cheese!’ before snapping a photo. Vox, hazed, stuck out his tongue, and bathed in the feeling.

You pulled onto his hair, and he grasped onto your hand and the whimpers, moans and other noises, he could only murmur “harder!” as you did. Yanking his hair, slamming his head back against the glass.

He loved how rough he was receiving it, it amped up the pleasure, his TV screen buffering and becoming all static-y.

In the pit of his stomach, he could feel something rising. A force so great it would burst out of him. His dick throbbed under him, whole body stuttering with the force.

“F—Fuck! I’m going to cum!” He yelled, moans becoming louder as he could feel himself letting go. He was too much in a mindless state to turn down the volume of his TV, he couldn’t think as straight as he wanted to. That dirty, dirty mind of his went wild. “M-My system! O—Overloading..!”

His screen flickered, with a warning sign appearing: “SYSTEM OVERHEATING: MAY SHUTDOWN” all while he whimpered dramatically.

“Cumming!” Vox let out a choked, loud moan, whole body relaxing as his dick spruing with cum. Messy, all over his own leg and the floor beneath the two of you. He sighed, pulling off the rest of his close breathlessly, letting his body cool.

“Pathetic.” You chuckled, seizing the whirring noise with the off button. Vox’s screen connected back successfully, and he eyed you. Nothing to say, the only thing exiting from his mouth were hard breaths. Humiliated, was one word to put how he felt.

[veloria-dei]

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[NSFW]

·✶· synopsis: sitting on his (vincent’s) face and he goes WILDDD

·✶· tags: face sitting, cunnilingus, f!reader, slight overstim, obedient!vox —> dom!vox, rough sex

·✶·w/c: 1k

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“That’s it, take it.” mumbling under your breathe, you whimper as he desperately laps up the warmth between your thighs. Under you, so obedient, clinging to all he could get.

Vincent hums whines lost in the wetness, sending vibrations through your body. He grips and rubs his hands all over your hips, following down to your ass, loving it all. For a man who murdered for his way up to superiority, he sure looked pathetic yielding to your will.

He’d kneel when asked, do exactly as you say with those sweet, soft eyes, caress you with those large hands that were previously bloodstained…

“Doing s’good for me, Vincent.” He yelps at the praise. His legs shuffle and complain at the heat and ache between his own legs, his erection eagerly tenting his trousers and at the tip, ruined with a thick bead of precum begging to be released. Like a dog, he humps his hips against nothing, silently yearning for any type of stimulation to subdue him.

Long, angular — big. His nose inhales your sweet scent, becoming a nice seat for you to use for your own pleasure: to grind upon, to let the tip tease the sensitive nub of your clit, use only for your own pleasure.

With each flick of his tongue, with each swipe and grind of the tip of his nose, you could feel yourself edging closer, and with that you started to increase your rhythm. Even Vincent below was already begging for something. His hands started to claw at your hips, becoming slightly rougher as he could cum handsfree.

Right when you were affirmed you were the one all in control, the rhythm, the pace, where and how… you were flipped against the sheets of the mattress. Below you it creaked, no more desperate than the ravenous man before you. Back against the sheets, his eyes peered above you from between your legs — he delved between your thighs with an exasperation you’ve never seen before in him.

“Pushing me to the edge..” He mumbles while savouring you. “I can’t take it n’more.”

Lying would be saying this almost didn’t bring you over the edge, having you ravaged by a wild beast. Oh, how docile he was while tamed. If you push an animal too far it’ll break out of its enclosure. Hair a mess, huge hands pushing your thighs back against your chest, your pussy becoming his dwelling. Moans echoed throughout the bedroom, while the pleasure built in the hollow of your stomach. Vincent pushed two fingers within, while his tongue skilfully licked and teased around your clit.

“O-Oh f—fuck!”

Whole body spasming, body convulsing with pleasure as you release a torrent of liquid all over Vincent's face. However he pins you down by your waist, spreading you further with his fingers. Your walls cling around him, recovering from the orgasm, but he only aimed to stimulate you more — he knew exactly where and how to tease your g-spot, and he did exactly that.

“Vincent, bad boy!” You breathlessly try to put on a commanding voice. He chuckles, pulls you into a warm kiss, shutting you up as he overstimulates you. His eyes have darkened, cheeks flushed as he combs his hair back with messy precision. Leaning back, he pulls his fingers out, savouring the taste of your orgasm. The sheets under the two of you were delightfully soaked, the air between you hot and heavy as you took long, deep breathes.

This wasn’t the end for Vincent, no. Not until he got the salvation and result he wanted. The harsh zip of his trousers, the spring of his cock from its confinements, oh you knew exactly what he was going to do next. Precum leaked from the tip, so horny, so ready for you, that even looking at your hazy expression riled him up. Your leg twitched eagerly in the air, and he took hold of your thighs, running his hands down to your hips to where he pulled you in closer.

The head of his twitching cock lines up with your entrance, pushing into you with slight force. Still, despite his fingering and pussy-licking, his dick was still too thick for you, and your pussy had to accommodate his size. You whine at the intrusion, and he grunts as the pressure of your pussy squeezing around him, and he pushes his dick deeper inside.

“C’mon, fuck, you c-can take it to the hilt.” Vincent smirks, gently moaning with laboured breaths. He relinquishes the fact that he is now the one in control, and this heats him up. What a power-hungry man he is, it even drives him wild in the bedroom — his hips pull out suddenly, even though he’s only a few inches in, and pushes in with a force that allows his whole cock to penetrate. The frequency and intensity of your moans only increase with the pleasure, and Vincent shoves his fingers into your mouth, muffling the sound.

On his face, through your hazy vision, you can make out the sinister smile of his teeth, his tongue raving of his lips and the sharpness of his heterochromic eyes, as if he’d really gone wild. His fat tip rubs and hits your g-spot so crazily, without any remorse as he fuck you roughly.

“Fuck, V—Vincent!” You manage to moan his name through his fingers, which makes his hips stutter for just a millisecond.

“So deep inside you. But I want need to go deeper. I’m going to make you addicted to my cock.” Vincent licks his lips, hips stuttering wildly as he relishes the thought of you being his, only being able to cum from his dick, to feel good from his hands, his mouth, his dick.

“I'm close!” You scream, and his unrelenting pace doesn’t help you at all. Vincent leans in and rests his teeth and sickles on the skin upon your neck, marking you as his. Another orgasm rips through you, all over his stomach, body throbbing as you clench around his dick.

a/n: unfinished.. it’s 3am okay.