Now That's Good Television

indie rp blog for Vox from Hazbin Hotel sideblog to @mymanymerrymuses loved by Luka <3 18+

[voxtek-time]

@voxtek-time

An indie rp blog for Vox from Hazbin Hotel Established 08/08/24 (under construction!) Written by Luka <3 (over 21 with 10 years rp experience) Sideblog to @mymanymerrymuses

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[voxtek-time]

Aaaaand the age verification bullshit has hit my blog.

Anything tumblr thinks is too mature for innocent eyes I cannot see because the verification system DOESN'T WORK

But surely I won't miss out on many posts, I'm only a hazbin hotel roleplay blog

So anything I miss, replies, tags, whatever, this will probably be why. I will keep trying to get full access back asap

[poisonedspider]

Good. Vox could soothe Valentino's rough moods. In a way, so could Angel. It really just depended on what the moth was pissed about. Angel understood Valentino on an emotional level that Vox may not understand, if only because Angel and Val - unfortunately - were knit from the same cloth in so many ways. But Valentino didn't respect him. That was where Vox came in handy.

His thoughts about how Valentino might handle this all were broken at the man's joke, Angel laughing. Genuinely. None of his fake ass performance laughter, or even trying to appease Vox like he clearly had just been after their little slip. It reached his eyes, something that rarely happened in the presence of any of the Vees, snorting in amusement. "Damn, and yeh' funny, too. Didn't know yeh' had it in yeh'." Apparently they were both making assumptions.

His smile doesn't falter as hands find his own, dainty grip in large clawed hands, letting the man pull him off his desk. He made his own choice to unwrap his arms from the Overlord's neck, if only so they could actually walk upstairs without doing an awkward waddle. "Mm, ah' think anythin' t' do wit' sex is pretty wonderful so don't think nothin' yeh' show me will dissappoint."

[voxtek-time]

Dealing with Valentino, in Vox's mind, is always like dealing with a brand new business partner. Sure, they've been working together a long time, but every time Val really flips out, Vox has to find the balance. What can he sacrifice to make Valentino happy, and what can he get in return to make that sacrifice worth it?

This time whatever he sacrifices has to be worth less than one-on-one time with Angel Dust, and whether he views that from a personal angel or a financial one, that gives him a lot of options.

Options he can pick from later, because he's getting what he wants first. And he's having fun getting it. Vox's smile is as real as Angel's laughter.

"I have been known to be entertaining." And creative, though that's something far fewer people have truly seen him be. But he's showing Angel Dust now.

Holding the spider's hand, Vox leads the way from his office to the penthouse, then further into his room to find the personalised attachment.

"Here we go." It isn't difficult to find. Vox left his new ones out of his collection, for now, each sitting in its own box on top of the drawer he keeps his others in. He knows which is Angel's without opening the lids, and turns to hand it over still closed.

"This one is for you. Well, for me, it's not a dildo, but it's for me for you." From the first design stage it was made with Angel in mind. Which is why inside that box is an attachment roughly eight inches long and plenty thick, the same blue as Vox's skin at the base but fading through purple into a flushed pink at the tip. The details are natural in their design, with a defined head, and raised ridges on the underside intended to almost resemble veins. Almost, because disguised and (Vox hopes) secret in those ridges are two small letters: an A and a D.

[bewitchedmuses]

Claws grasping at his partner's throat, his grip slowly tightening as his other hand is effortlessly undoing Vox's belt and pants to slip his hand beneath. His grin widens at the response and chuckle to the kind of mood he was in. "You just taste so delicious." Alastor leans down to lick at his partner's screen.

"And I love leaving my marks all over you." As he speaks two shadowy tendrils snake over Vox's body to undo the tie and buttons before pulling open the media overlord's shirt. Exposing the dark blue skin Alastor leans down kissing along Vox's shoulder then biting down as his hand finds Vox's cock to wrap around.

[voxtek-time]

Vox is completely at Alastor's mercy, and that's exactly where he wants to be. There's little better than this feeling, submitting himself to the hand around his throat. His own hand comes up to touch, not pulling to loosen Alastor's fingers, but resting atop them, almost tentative.

"I know you do." There's a more sarcastic comment lurking behind that easy acknowledgement, ready to slip out and tease, to challenge Alastor to be rough. But the stag takes the initiative, and Vox's words are stolen, replaced by a breathless moan.

The pain in his shoulder registers in the same second as the pleasure from the touch on his cock. Vox leans towards Alastor - into the bite - and his hips jerk in his chair.

"Oh. Fuck, Alastor.."

[voxtek-time]

Only two sounds will come from Vox for a while.

The whirring of fans trying to keep him cool, and the crunching of ice every time he plucks a cube from the glass beside him. There is no drink in that glass. Only ice. So much ice.

[voxtek-time]

@bewitchedmuses said: Alastor appears behind him, one hand wrapping around Vox's throat as the other reaches around his waist to feel down his torso and between his legs. "I'm happy to switch things up if you want... Though I'm feeling in an extra bity mood..."

Any other sudden presence behind him would register as a threat, setting Vox on high alert. For Alastor though, he does the opposite.

His whole body responds, head tilting back to better expose his throat and legs spreading where he sits, giving Alastor free reign to touch as he pleases.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Vox chuckles, voice already raspy with anticipation. It seems he's more pent up than he thought he was, or Alastor is simply that arousing when he's forward like this.

"I love your bitey moods."

[rradiio]

@voxtek-time said: It's more like koala time, because Vox is feeling clingy. And excitable, apparently, because he's putting all of his energy into making an opportunity for affection. By taking it. With no warning beyond a quick "Incoming!" before he launches himself at Cecil, arms wrapping around his neck and legs winding around his waist. Just so he doesn't fall. Of course. No other reason.

✧ - " HEY WAIT I'M HOLDING--! " Seeing Vox charge him, Cecil dropped the coffee in his hand, letting the mug crash to the floor and shatter, spilling the hot liquid everywhere. He caught him in his arms and held him upright so he wouldn't fall, one leg planted back to balance himself too.

✧ - " Soo... I'm guessing you missed me? " He wasn't mad or anything he'd just caught him a bit off guard by doing that. It wasn't a huge issue, he could always get another mug and coffee at some point.

[voxtek-time]

This is the only context where Vox would ever say this, but "The coffee doesn't matter."

Caffeine is important, of course, it's practically the only thing that keeps him alive, and definitely the only thing that keeps him functional. But physical affection helps, and that's what he's going for right now.

He's gotten exactly what he wanted, Cecil's arms around him, his own arms around Cecil, the two of them pressed oh so close together, because they have to be, or Vox will fall. If only his head weren't so cumbersome, they'd be even closer, with his head tucked close against the other's shoulder. Ah well, he'll take what he can get. And still try to brush it off as no big deal.

"I guess you could say that."

[rradiio]

✘ - " Vox. Vincent. " Alastor put his hands on the others shoulders. " I speak a few different languages but I have no idea what you're saying. You sound completely off your rocker. " What could that even mean.

" Even if I do know it fits me, it certainly has nothing to do with whatever you're talking about. I just like this coat. I have never even thought about it. "

[voxtek-time]

Alastor's hands on his shoulders keep Vox steady, but the reaction at hearing that name is still something he can't hold back. Immediately Vox's face darkens, his left eye twitching. His own hands clench into tight fists at his sides.

"Al, don't."

The bright side here is that Vox has been partly distracted from their disagreement. He manages a deep breath, and focuses on proving he isn't insane.

"It's fashion talk. It's a figure thing, because your waist is-" Forcing one hand to relax, Vox moves it to curl around Alastor's ridiculous waist. "slim."

[voxtek-time]

Pauses writing his emails. Opens his to-do list. Adds 'get fucked into desk'. Closes to-do list. Goes back to writing emails.

[rradiio]

✘ - " There is nothing attractive about my fishing waders. Also I never said you said it was a problem! I have a problem with you yelling at me accusing me of wearing a coat for being tailored to my body. "

" So you won't get to see my form anymore just the fishing waders. "

[voxtek-time]

"Uh, maybe not to the fish. But that belt plus your waist? You're fucking.." There's a word he's searching for, but it doesn't come naturally to him. He heard Velvette use it many, many times though, and that's enough. "You're snatched!"

"That's what the coat does to you, too. It fits to your waist, and you know it does, and it makes you snatched."

[voxtek-time]

"Don't know about fashion my ass!"

"Yeah! Mine does do the same thing! ON PURPOSE! Which is how I know it's fucking intentional!"

[rradiio]

✘ - " I don't! I just like this coat ! "

" Fine if you're not going to believe me then next time we meet I will be in my fishing waders that hide every bit of 'figure' I have, whatever that means! "

[voxtek-time]

"The fucking fishing- You know what, fine, dress in a burlap sack for all I care, but you'll still look hot as fuck!"

"Which, for the record, I wasn't even complaining about."

[rradiio]

✘ - " I didn't fucking know that, I don't know about fashion I'm a radio host! And a mortician. I just like this coat! You sound insane, you are insane! And---! "

Alastor pointed at him.

"Your coat does the same thing, idiot! "

[voxtek-time]

"Don't know about fashion my ass!"

"Yeah! Mine does do the same thing! ON PURPOSE! Which is how I know it's fucking intentional!"

[rradiio]

✘ - " It's just a tailored coat, how dare I wear a tailored coat?! "

@voxtek-time

[voxtek-time]

"No, not 'how dare you wear the coat'. The coat is fine, wear the damn coat all you want."

"But how dare you walk around in that coat like you don't know what you look like! Highlighting your waist like that, come on!"

[voxtek-time]

My sister got me tomodachi life for my birthday and I totally understand the hype XD

I need to make Vox and Alastor so Vox can pine in one more universe

[voxtek-time]

And in a development that surprises absolutely NO ONE:

[voxtek-time]

My sister got me tomodachi life for my birthday and I totally understand the hype XD

I need to make Vox and Alastor so Vox can pine in one more universe

[bewitchedmuses]

"My good boy works so hard." He murmurs and gives Vox another kiss. "After dinner I'll treat you to a nice massage, how does that sound? I'm sure your back is aching sitting at your desk for so long." The stag really doesn't need to ask because Vox loves everything he does.

Alastor pulls a hand back to snap his fingers, his magic quickly changing their suits. Sleek modern suits with some shimmery embellishments on the pant legs and blazer sleeves. Vox's dark blue with cyan ocean waves with a matching waistcoat and black tie. Alastor's was dark red with blood red voodoo sigils, a red corset style vest with black lace and black tie. His tiepin was a shark to represent Vox and Vox had a deer skull tiepin to represent Alastor.

The stag loved having matching date outfits, it filled a small niche in his heart that brought him joy. Alastor straightened up Vox's jacket and tie to make sure it looked perfect on him. "There we go. Want to zap us to Dante's?"

[voxtek-time]

It's good to have his efforts recognised. It's even better to have them recognised by Alastor, and the comment feels so much like praise that Vox can't help the way his systems sing with it. It's probably obvious on his face, and in the way he eagerly returns the kiss. Hell, with how close they are to one another, it's probably even obvious in his signal that he's happy Al sees how hard he works.

"Oh baby, I'd kill for one of your massages." He'd kill for less, actually, but his back does ache from how long he's been sitting in his chair. Besides that, he almost always has neck pain from the ungodly form of his head, and he doesn't doubt that Alastor's hands can help that too.

But Vox won't let that niggling pain drag him down. As Alastor changes their outfits Vox stands even straighter, squaring his shoulders to fill out the jacket that hangs perfectly across his body.

"Gorgeous." His own hand finds its way to Alastor's tie, but only to trace over the shape of the tie pin while his free arm winds itself around the stag's waist.

"You sure? There's a camera basically across the street, but, you wouldn't rather take a car?"