Chappell Roan, who left her talent agency when she found out the Ceo was in the Epstein Files, is getting more hate than people in the actual Epstein files. Pedophiles are currently presidents and starting wars, wife beaters are getting awards and selling out stadiums, but a lesbian who is not the nicest most cheerful person 24/7 is the actual devil and getting banned from performing. I think she should be meaner. Let her be the nastiest bitch in the world. Maybe more women will wake up from the fucking trance this world has put us through and realise being "not nice" is not the biggest crime in the world.
tw/cw: implied sexual content, almost-sex/suggestive, implied self-esteem issues, very simpy vox behaviour (possibly out of character). not a smut fic.
a/n: AO3 version here! i love love love all my hazbin hotel fics on here don’t get me wrong but like… we need more sex-averse asexual rep in this fandom frrr
summary: vox wants to take things further with you. you do not. not because you don’t love him or anything!! you just haven’t ever felt that way towards anyone. despite not really understanding it at all, vox still respects it. sex is nothing compared to being with you.
taglist: @luvmingyan0
“if i said you could never touch me, you’d come over and say i looked lovely. […] come and kiss me, pretty baby. like we’ll never have sex.” - We’ll Never Have Sex (Leith Ross)
Vox’s claws rested just above your hip, delicately prickling your skin. The shiver that went up your spine was not a pleasant one. He pressed his chest against your back, normally such a comforting solid presence only filled you with dread for what was bound to come.
Vox spoke with what he thought was a low and sexy voice, right against your ear, “You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart, you know that right?”
Your body had already started to go numb, cold even in Hell’s heat as Vox steered you towards the bed. You should say something, you need to say something. He would understand, he would get it. He wouldn’t force you.
So why weren’t you saying anything?
Vox’s laughter was light, his tight grip pushing you carefully against the bed as his claws threatened to peel your clothes from your body. His screen pressed roughly against your lips and you kissed back.
It wasn’t as horrible as you thought it’d be, even with the way claws began to play with the hem of your clothing, so close to just pulling it off you and lying you bare before him.
Despite the nature and circumstances, his kiss was still tinged with the love and comfort you’d grown to adore. The love he’d eagerly given you, once he’d finally learnt to open his bruised heart up. He was doing this because that was what he thought you wanted. But every possible thing within your body screamed and begged for it to just stop.
You placed your hands firmly against his claws, stilling Vox suddenly. His gaze met yours, intense but laced with concern as he muttered your name. You’d always loved it when he said your name like that, almost hesitant, as though afraid to overuse it, a reverent quality to it.
“Vox, wait,” The words slipped from you without thinking.
His gaze searched your face, fear evident in his scarlet eyes. Vox was quick to shuffle away from you, the weight of him leaving you was admittedly a wonderful relief, as you let out a long breath. Despite how shaky you both were, he held out a hand, one you took instinctually, lacing your fingers with his claws as he helped you up.
The silence was deafening, but before you could break it, Vox held both your hands tightly, holding them close to his chest.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He started with a dry laugh, “Oh fuck, where did I hurt you? I know my claws are sharp, I’m so sorry, I really tried to be—”
You cut him off as you began to tear up, scrunching your face as you felt the emptiness within you begin to surface. The wrongness of everything consuming you. You felt so horrible for leading him on like this, what the fuck was wrong with you.
“I’m sorry,” You managed to mumble through the tears, shaking with the intensity of your emotions.
Vox was quiet as he pulled you carefully into his arms, wrapping them around you as you gratefully fell into his chest, thankful for the relief you were able to find there. His claws were oh so delicate as they swiped your tears away, lingering on your skin just for a few moments more than necessary.
Your cheeks flushed at his touch, you wondered how the fuck he ever found you attractive at a time like this, how he ever wanted to touch your tear-stained skin. It warmed your insides anyway, and you couldn’t help but let out a smile.
“There’s that smile I love,” Vox said with a smile of his own, taking your hands again in his own, seemingly unable to go too long without holding them.
“I’m sorry,” You mumbled again, avoiding his eyes as you let out a breath, beginning to explain, “I just… It’s not like I don’t love you or anything, Vox. I’ve never been… all that good with sex. I can’t… do that with you. I mean it when I say it’s not you, it’s me…”
Vox blinked, raising a brow, “So you’re just never horny? Never in that mood where you just need to fuck someone?” He let out a dry laugh, not necessarily at you, moreso at the situation itself.
Your smile grew a little as you looked up, Vox’s mind whirring as he tried to piece together the puzzle you’d given him. You nodded, some confidence returning at Vox’s openness, “Yeah, I just… don’t really feel it. It makes me feel fucking gross, to be honest.”
Your eyes met, and Vox spoke, “So, what you’re saying is you never want to fuck? Ever?”
His hands hadn’t left yours, claws delicate against the soft flesh of your fingers as he tightened his grip a little harder, as though that could get the answers he sought from you.
“Never Vox,” You said with a finality that left nothing to interpretation. You glanced away, part of you glad that you’d finally aired out your feelings, but a decent bit of your mind full of anxiety. What if Vox just ended it right there and then? Kicked you out of V Tower completely? You weren’t sure if you could bare to lose him, you—
Pulled from your thoughts by the light touch of his claws cupping your cheek, he gently turned your head to look at him, and you didn’t resist him as you felt the tears begin to surface once again.
Vox’s gaze was impossibly soft, maybe even softer than the way he caresses his claws delicately across your cheek with careful intention, every movement precise and calculated. All to make sure he didn’t hurt you.
“Do… you want to just kiss instead?” Vox muttered, voice uncharacteristically soft. It made you want to cry again, except this time you felt lighter, as though all your doubts and insecurities had been swept away.
Your face broke out into a smile, as you nodded, “I’d love that.”
Leaning in, you smiled as the static buzz of his lips met yours, gentle but firm, as his claws drifted to your waist, this time at a much more appropriate height. Everything about him was gentle as he kissed you. Not to say that you didn’t love his possessive nature, but his carefulness surprised you. The way he kissed you as though you were precious, something that he adores and would never be able to bare letting go.
Luckily for Vox, you had no intentions of going anywhere. You’d stay here and kiss him for the rest of eternity.
As long as you had each other, Hell wasn’t such a punishment after all.
If your takeaway from this is to send death threats to my friend, and not "Oh that's an obvious joke" then I think you need to die. Some of you guys aren't old enough to be watching cartoons I swear to God.
this concludes the first major arc of ERHS. And with that, I’ve decided that after almost 3 years of nonstop paneling, I’m going to be taking a well-deserved rest from the comic.
This isn’t an easy choice to make, as I actively worry about losing my fanbase or facing exclusion from the community. But this chapter alone took over a year to complete, and due to decline of my mental health, the huge scams I was a victim of, and current personal life matters piling up, for the time being I need to seek work and projects outside of ERHS and LMK.
Ironically, the story is drawing near its end anyways! I planned to only have a few more chapters, and one day I DO plan to finish it. But for now, this series will be on an indefinite hiatus. Thank you all for everything, all the support, fanart, and love you’ve given this series. I hope to one day conclude it, and give it the finale it so deserves. <3
If you’d like to support me still, my Commissions are still open here. I still draw LMK and oc x canon content, outside of the comic. And if you’d like to keep updated for when I return to posting the comic, follow @erhsupdates on insta!
zionists victimising themselves because they've lost so many friends since Oct.7 are so funny lmao personally I would never admit to having vibes so rancid that most normal people think you're unbearable to be around
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Saw a tiktok of a guy saying he doesn’t feel comfortable talking to minors because he’s 19. And it’s just. I’m so fucking tired of this.
And like to be clear, I’m speaking as a victim of pedophilia when I say: We need to get over this collective fear of endangering children. Because holy shit, this stuff is getting out of hand.
The average person is not a threat to a child.
And also!!! It is actually really really good for kids to have friendships with adults that aren’t their family.
Having friendships with adults when you’re younger prepares you for adult life in a better way then only interacting with adults that are family members or teacher as well.
And also if there’s any sort of weird behavior happening with adults or teachers, it’s very helpful to have unrelated adults, you can go to, and also have a model for what normal adults are supposed to look like.
And also! You’re just making it way easier for pedophiles to prey on children when you completely avoid interacting with them as an adult. Because kids are naturally inquisitive and curious. They are going to want to interact with adults and they are going to want to ask questions. And if the only adult adults that are willing to interact and speak with them or adults who have ulterior motivations. Guess what’s gonna happen.
Also on a more general note. Having a model for what a normal healthy adult is supposed to look like makes it way easier for kids to be able to recognize and identify when adults in their personal life are being weird.
when people are like “oh so you’re just gonna judge someone for their political beliefs?” yes actually. I think someone’s values and opinions is a pretty reasonable thing to judge them for.
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