.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.
𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺.
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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.
• GUILTY PLEASURE — Muzan x f!reader (NSFW)
𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.
• YOUR FANGS HAVE NEVER SCARED ME — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF).
• I WOULD DO IT AGAIN — Kokushibo x f!reader (NSFW)
• MAKE UP YOUR MIND — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)
• TO TAME A BUTTERFLY — Giyuu, Shinobu x f!reader (NSFW)
• BLUE JEANS – Muzan x f!reader (NSFW)
• BABYDOLL – Douma x f!reader (NSFW)
• ICE ICE BABY – Douma x f!reader (NSFW)
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.
• COITUS INTERRUPTED — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)
• COITUS INTERRUPTED — Muzan x f!reader; Kokushibo x f!reader (NSFW).
• COITUS INTERRUPTED — Kyojuro x f!reader; Giyuu x f!reader (NSFW).
• IF YOU ARE A BAKER — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF)
• COCK-WARMING HIM DURING A VIDEO CALL WITH YOUR PARENTS — Muzan x f!reader (NSFW)
• TAKING CARE OF HIM WHEN HE GETS SICK — Douma x f!reader (FLUFF)
• WHAT DOUMA SEEKS IN A PARTNER — Douma x f!reader (FLUFF)
• IF SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU – Kyojuro x f!reader; Shinobu x f!reader; Giyuu x f!reader; Mitsuri x f!reader (FLUFF)
Not to be rude but you accidentally put val's story in vox's masterlist instead. Srry I didn't feel comfy dming you. Nothing against you at all I'm just a coward wanting to hide in anon haha. Ig while I'm here could I get vox general hcs pls?
What the Tv do? ☆ Vox General Headcanon + Drabbles (SFW & NSFW)
☆ Vox General headcanon + Vox x Gn!Reader(Employee!Reader??):
Some general thoughts about the tv man and also his relationship with the ‘reader’. This is silly, this is fun, fluffy and smutty.
Warnings: Mature Content, Not Proofread, Drinking, Death(literally overdose on coffe nothing gruesome), Drug use(c0caine and others substances), Sadistic Tendencies, Dub-Con, Power Imbalance/Power Play, Obsessive and Possessive Tendencies and Acts, Stalking, Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Boss x Employee, Pet Play?(Just collaring and slight animal based pet names), Valentino.
Words: Total: 5496 = Sfw - 2609 + Nsfw - 2887
Note: I only wrote 1 drabble, i might add more if people request it about the specific headcanon they want more on. so I’m not good with request like these, I like when they are more specific so I have sort of something to base my writing on, so sorry if you anon or people don’t like what I’ve wrote, r.i.p. >:/ Though tell me if you want more!!
☆ more under the cut. ☆
☕︎ Coffee addict and 𓏊 Alcoholic
Vox is the figurative and quite literally incarnation of the ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee’ phrase.
But we’re talking coffees instead of coffee with him — two cups straight out of bed to be precise. When totalling the day’s consumption, Vox indulges on average, 6-7 cups of 10 oz coffee; in addition to his morning coffees, he likes to have a mid-morning cup, then two during lunch and finally 1-2 cups during the afternoon depending how late he is working.
Is this per say, ‘healthy’? No, not at all, Vox couldn't care less — worst ‘worst’ case scenario, he quote on quote dies, the coffee he had intake ends up intoxicating him due to the splurging amount of it, turning this mondaine drink into a lethal liquid for the overlord’s body. His heart would stop, sub-consequently, him and his body would be out.
Though the good thing — or bad, it all depends on your angle — about hell is that in about the span of 10 minutes his body will have fully regenerate and be back open for business. Some sinners call it it a curse, he calls it a blessing, as this part of the ‘eternal punishment’ practically makes him immortal.
So is he going to work on regulating his caffeine intake? Obviously not!
Worst thing he gets from his ‘little problem’ is a heart attack, and they don’t permanently keep him down. — Sure, they hurt like a bitch, and he would rather not be having them at all to be truthful.
But he honestly he doesn’t see his bimonthly cardiac arrests as that steep of a price to pay. (Honestly how can such a smart businessman be so dumb about his health. * face palming and baffled at the idiocy of it all *)
Now when alcohol is the subject of conversation, Vox takes a slightly different approach, albeit one still characterized by overindulgence.
You see, he prides himself on being the epitome of a charming, classy, and self-controlled casual drinker, compared to his drunkard of a pattern —Valentino— our lovely show host with anger issues and both inferiority and superiority complex is a sophisticated and savvy man.
However, beneath this facade of self-control, which he upholds quite well to the public eye, hides his obvious alcoholism issues.
While he may not be stumbling and blubbering around, picking fights,— in most instances at least— Vox is certainly what you might call a “day drinker."
In fact, this is actually a canonical trait, which was displayed in episode two of the show; Him discussing with others Vees on how to deal with the radio demon’s comeback, a drink in hand.
I presume thatit was a scotch on the rocks due to it’s colour but also it’s historical relevance in relation to Vox’s person— Scotch whisky poured over ice, gained popularity in the 1950s primarily in Western countries such as the United States, the United Kingdom, and Canada.
It became a symbol of sophistication and leisure, often enjoyed in upscale bars, clubs, and lounges frequented by the affluent and fashionable crowd of the era.
Additionally, its popularity was bolstered by the rise of cocktail culture during the mid-20th century, as well as the increasing availability of Scotch whisky in international markets. — this fits quite nicely Vox’s character as it is both a drink of his time on earth but also one that remains relevant in the contemporary era.
It easily mirrors Vox's overarching desire to maintain relevance and significance, both in the present and in the ever-evolving future.
The overlord definitely adhere to ‘it’s five o’clock somewhere’ religiously. Though he does prefer to enjoy his daily drink around 5 p.m. PRT (Pride Ring Time).
He will occasionally enjoys a drink with his lunch, often opting for wine, although this isn't a regular occurrence for the man.
As someone constantly under stress, with his mind racing to keep up with the ever-changing trends and opinions in hell, Vox is a type to indulge in a nightcap or two before bed.
It helps him unwind and achieve the relaxed state of mind necessary for a restful night's sleep.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sleep
While the notion of ‘Vox's dreams playing on his screen while he's asleep’ is an amusing concept for fanfiction or artwork, I personally find the idea of ‘the VoxTek logo bouncing around like the DVD logo’ to be more fitting for Vox.
Before delving further, it's important to note that initially, it wasn't necessarily the VoxTek logo projected on his screen; however, I'll address this shortly.
The reason I lean towards the DVD logo concept is because I find it unlikely that Vox's screen would be completely black during sleep. A completely dark screen would imply the device is completely off, no energy is being received or given by it, which would suggest that it is no longer alive. Having some activity on Vox’s screen while asleep would signify that his program is still active, indicating he's still functioning, essentially alive.
Now regarding the widely shared headcanon, I have my own personal take on it.
When Vox first manifested in hell, his 'real name' appeared on screen. By 'real name,' I mean the one he had on Earth, which I believe wasn't Vox —That name seems too futuristic for a person born in the early 1900s or the kind of name you'd associate with a 1950s businessman— Vox is a name he chose for himself after death, symbolizing a fresh start, though I do think that his real name might also have started with a V.
(This perspective extends to other 'Vees' as well, although Velvette seems more plausible as a given name, I suspect it might not be her original one. Valentino, on the other hand, feels like a name assigned to him, but he too might have adopted a new one after death.)
Initially, Vox was unaware of his old name appearing on his screen while he slept since he wasn't conscious during that time. It wasn't until about half a year into his time in hell, during which he introduced himself as Vox to everyone, that one of his acquaintances pointed out this aspect of his physiology. Something along the lines of "Who's V———?" or "Why does V——— show on your screen while you sleep?" triggered a cascade of reactions in him.
Firstly, he panicked, realizing that people had access to his old identity. Secondly, he was puzzled by this phenomenon since no TV he had encountered displayed such behavior, which was normal considering DVDs weren't invented before 1996. — Hell sure was weird, he possessed technological features as part of his physiology before they were even invented— Lastly, this revelation instilled in him a new fear of sleeping.
This behavior stemmed from Vox's desire to construct a fresh existence in hell, complete with a new identity, image, empire, etc. The thought of others accessing his old name and exploiting it to uncover details about his past, including his behaviors, weaknesses, and tactics, filled him with dread.
As a result, he became hyper-vigilant, refusing to sleep unless he was certain of his solitude, fearing the potential repercussions of his former identity being known.
It wasn't until the mid 1960s that Vox had finally managed to upgrade his system, replacing ‘V———‘ with 'Vox'. However, even after this upgrade, he still harboured reservations about sleeping around others for about a year or two. He feared a potential glitch that could revert his screen to displaying his previous name.
Around the late 1970s he had made an adjustment to this aspect of his body once more, replacing 'Vox' with the VoxTek logo after a certain moth had suggested it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sexuality
Our beloved Tv Demon a canonical bisexual man, but I personally believe that while he may have bisexuality as his sexual orientation, — his attraction to men was something he only came to realize after death. Although there were subtle hints of his attraction to the same gender based on how he felt about them, he unfortunately didn't grasp them while still alive;
It would have been the late 1950s, and Vox had been in hell for about a year or two. In his earthly life, he had been with his fair share of women, and even in the "surprisingly not so fiery pits of the underworld," his ability to attract partners hadn't diminished much once got over his TV head appearance and let place for his charming and savvy persona to take over.
His love life seemed unchanged, perhaps with occasional exploration of new kinks, until that fateful night of October 11, 195X...
Vox had gone out for a drink after a grueling day at work, back when he was still toiling away at a low-paying job in an electronics factory, toasters, vacuum, etc. Despite the shitty work he had to go through, he had the perk of taking home broken scraps, which eventually played a role in his rise to success. But let's refocus on his night out, shall we?
He walked into his newfound favorite spot, a comedy bar where he sought solace in laughter and libations after a hard day. Arriving just as the performer began their set, he headed straight to the bar for his usual whiskey on the rocks, with nothing else on his mind. It wasn't until the comedian delivered a particularly hilarious joke that Vox turned to look at them and found his attraction piqued.
It was evident that they were a man with the specific style flashy outfit and makeup they wore. The voice was also a dead giveaway. The person now standing on stage, delivering one funny punchline after another, was a drag queen – a stunning one in Vox's eyes.
He couldn't tear his gaze away; there was something irresistibly captivating about the humorous individual on stage.
After the performance, as they made their way to the bar, Vox seized the opportunity. He introduced himself, and they exchanged pleasantries. They shared drinks and engaged in lively conversation, making for a truly enjoyable night that ended with a bang, quite literally.
In the morning, as clarity returned, Vox couldn't help but feel confused. He had never been attracted to men before, so he initially chalked it up to the alcohol or the fact that his night companion appeared so feminine that he mistook them for a woman.
However, as memories of the night flooded back, he couldn't deny his genuine attraction to every aspect of his partner, even the unmistakably male parts.
Initially, it felt strange to Vox as he reflected on the experience. However, after hours of deep contemplation, everything started to fall into place.
Vox realized he had always felt an affinity towards men, though expressing it as "liking men" might have appeared odd to outsiders. When he used that phrase, it wasn't in the context of sexual or romantic attraction but more of an admiration.
Yet, upon further reflection, he acknowledged that his feelings surpassed mere admiration.
He had never entertained the idea of it being anything akin to sexual or romantic attraction, but his recent encounter forced him to reconsider as he contemplated his life and the events of the previous night.
Vox liked men;
— Vox had always been drawn to the men of his time who exuded masculine confidence and assertiveness, finding their presence alluring and desiring to be in their company constantly.
He liked when they wore classic masculine fashion, such as tailored suits with narrow lapels, fitted jackets, and straight-leg trousers. These outfits oozed sophistication and professionalism, and Vox admired the attention to detail displayed.
Additionally, he liked when men would add classic accessories like fedora hats, skinny ties, cufflinks, and pocket squares to their outfit, they added to the polished and stylish appearance.
The preppy style also appealed to Vox, as he admired men who wore V-neck sweaters, button-down shirts, khaki trousers, and loafers. This style exuded a sense of casual elegance and refinement that he found attractive.
He also had a penchant for rebellious men who embraced a non-conformist aesthetic, often seen in leather jackets, denim jeans, white T-shirts, and motorcycle boots.
Vox liked when men were smart and witty, could keep up with the conversation and also teach something along the way.
Vox liked men who exuded strength and athleticism, finding their ability to handle themselves physically appealing. For instance, witnessing a fistfight between coworkers would stir his emotions, initially attributing his excitement to the violence of the altercation.
However, he would inevitably find himself gravitating towards the winner, intrigued by their display of strength and skill, and feeling drawn to them in some inexplicable way. There was something about winners that captivated him and sparked his desire to get closer to them.
He like men who were daring, adventurous, and unafraid to push boundaries, they appealed to his sense of excitement and thrill-seeking.
He liked men who were ambitious, goal-oriented, and willing to pursue their dreams with determination might have resonated with Vox on a subconscious level.—
After his one-night stand, Vox was determined to clarify things once and for all. Following another grueling day of work, he ventured out again, this time to a gay bar, seeking the company of someone who embodied the traits he found most appealing in men, wanting to ensure it wasn't just the alcohol or the femininity of his previous partner. Without delving into detail, let's just say he had quite the night and afterward, there was no doubt in his mind: ‘he liked women, and he definitely also liked men.’
Following that experience, Vox began seeing more individuals of the same gender. However, he still held onto the notion that while he might be attracted to men, he didn't believe he would be interested in them as anything more than sexual partners. That was until he met Alastor...
Initially, Vox approached the radio demon seeking friendship or perhaps a partnership, given Vox's burgeoning company and rising status as an overlord. However, he soon found himself enamored with Alastor. Unfortunately for Vox, his feelings were not reciprocated. After that, Alastor distanced himself from Vox, leading our TV host to regard his old love as an enemy.
In response to the rejection, Vox decided to cease seeing men altogether, engaging in a series of short-term relationships with women. However, he soon realized he was simply idealizing Alastor and shifted his focus from woman to men for meaningless relationships, attempting to prove to himself that any other man was better than "that Bambi bitch."
But this approach only intensified the emptiness he felt. Recognizing the detrimental effects of his frantic behavior on himself and his company, Vox resolved to regulate and get back on a more business focused path.
The fact that rumours began circulating about his supposed "homoerotic relationships," was also a big push into getting back on track, as a word like that getting out was detrimental to business, since being gay was still stigmatized even in hell, during this time period.
It was around the late 1970s, with the rise of gay rights activism, that Vox began publicly dating men. Coincidentally, this was also when he met and began his business partnership (and more) with Valentino.
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Names
Vox has a penchant for using endearing or patronizing nicknames, regardless of the gender of his employees. He will refer to them as "sweetheart," "doll face," or simply "doll."
In moments of frustration or when faced with resistance, he's not shy about using terms like "little girl" or "little boy," or even "kid," to belittle those who question him.
Additionally, he might employ terms like "Princess" or "your highness" as forms of condescension, no matter the gender of the person he is addressing.
𓊔 Party
Despite Vox's obsession with his and the Vees' image, when it comes to partying, he becomes a total animal — I’m talking ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ type of wild.
Lavish gatherings marked by obscene spending and excessive drug intake, especially cocaine.
Vox typically indulged in doing lines off his desk or the luxurious crystal table in the lounge. However, what truly exited him was snorting lines off someone, getting his rocks off at their inability to refuse his advances and delighting in the control he exerted as he pinned them down to prevent any squirming.
The slight anxious tears and nervous mewls from whoever served as his snorting surface always stirred something within Vox. While he would grow irritated if they moved too much, the subtle signs of fear, such as the wetting of their eyes and trembling breath, would quickly reignite his unstable emotions. He found himself intensely aroused by their scared state, and more than once, he acted on these desires…
Drabble:
You were a VoxTek employee, more specifically; Vox’s secretary.
As Vox's secretary, navigating Alastor-related tantrums and enduring the grueling hours could be incredibly taxing, but the job itself had its perks.
Thanks to your position in the company, you enjoyed luxurious accommodations in the finest suites the V Tower had to offer.
Despite the challenges, Vox could be surprisingly pleasant, his charismatic charm reminiscent of his earlier days when his hypnosis wasn't as potent. And beneath the unconventional exterior of his TV head, there was no denying the appeal of his well-built physique.
Given the close proximity and constant interaction with Vox, it was inevitable to develop a small crush on your boss. His magnetic presence and the fact he was practically the only person you interacted with regularly since he requested you to work closer to him about three months ago only fueled this infatuation.
You liked your boss, but at this moment, you couldn't stand him;
It was 3 a.m. on a Sunday, the one day of the week you were supposed to have some semblance of off-time, with the luxury of sleeping in until noon.
But instead of enjoying your well-deserved rest in bed, you found yourself reluctantly entering the elevator, begrudgingly making your way to the usually closed-off top floor of the building.
Why? Because you had received a threatening and slightly slurry phone call from your boss, demanding your immediate presence or else face termination.
With your livelihood seemingly hanging in the balance, you complied without questioning, even though you loathed every second of it.
After punching in the code provided, you entered the lounge area of the top floor to find all three Vees lounging about. Valentino was enveloped in smoke, while music filled the air.
"Y/N! So glad you made it! Come 'ere," Vox exclaimed, his gestures frantic, urging you to approach quickly. He appeared laid-back, friendly, and strangely excited, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor of coldness and condescension.
Confusion clouded your expression as you approached the couch, unsure of what to make of Vox's sudden change in behavior. Velvette, noticing your bewilderment, chimed in with an explanation. "He took some MDMA before he called you — actually, he couldn't stop blabbing about your ass once that stuff kicked in," she divulged matter-of-factly, adding another layer of peculiarity to the already bizarre situation.
‘Ah, he’s high — that explains the weird friendliness.’ You thought to yourself.
But before you could dwell on it too long, Valentino's words snapped you out of your thoughts, "Yes, little Voxxy over there couldn't stop talking about how much he wanted his little secretary with him right here. He just had to call you, despite it being the middle of the night. I'm sorry you're losing your beauty sleep right now, cariño," he said, his tone tinged with insincerity from false remorse. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he finished speaking, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the moment.
“Val, Vel! You can’t tell them that! Or they’ll, they’ll… fuck!” Vox began to say, but something mid-sentence seemed to frustrate him.
Before you could question it for too long, Valentino answered that question for you. “They’ll figure out you have a little crush on them. Aww, don’t worry papi, it’s not like they can say no to you either way,” the moth darkly announced, frightening you, as it was technically true that you had to obey whatever order your boss gave you; it was in your contract after all.
To your somewhat relief, Vox scoffed at his part-time boyfriend's comment, as if to convey that he wouldn't behave in such a manner.
"Shut the fuck, Val!" Vox began, his frustration evident, before redirecting his attention back to you. "And you, lay down on the table." Confused by the request, you briefly wondered if he was joking, but the seriousness etched on his face made it clear that he wasn't. Resigned, you followed his instruction and laid down on the table as he commanded.
As soon as you complied, a smile spread across Vox's face. "Good, good. Now be a good little secretary and stay still as I do some lines off you, m'kay?" he instructed.
Before you could process anything or say something, he pushed your shirt all the way up, ending just under your chest, and tugged your bottoms down slightly — exposing your whole stomach.
Attempting to voice your discomfort, you were promptly shushed by Vox. "Shhh, you're being a table for me right now, and last time I checked, tables don't talk, now do they, sweetheart? So be a doll and shut up," he said, eliciting laughter from the two other Vees.
You complied with his instructions and remained silent as you felt him pour some powder onto your abdomen. Knowing the drugs he usually made you order on his behalf, it was probably coke.
With that, he quickly formed about three lines and began snorting them. The sensation felt odd and somewhat ticklish to you, but what you didn't expect was for him to lick the parts of your belly where the powder had just sat — long lines that started from top to bottom, causing you to squirm involuntarily.
Vox didn't appreciate your movement, because ‘how dare his table move?’. In response, he firmly gripped your waist on both sides and forcefully slammed your hips against the table as a warning to ‘stop moving’.
However, his claws dug into your skin, causing you to cry out slightly. Upon seeing the small tears in your eyes, his mood shifted once more, from aggravation to something more lustful.
He relished the sight of you with tears in your eyes, so he decided to inflict a bit more pain. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he bit at your sides, knowing that you couldn't retaliate due to the hierarchical difference between you.
His bites started from the top, gradually getting lower until they ended up just above your crotch. With a slight, heavy breathing, he remarked, "Now what do we have here? A snack for me? You shouldn't have." As he removed your bottoms, leaving you in your underwear, a slight moist patch formed due to the position you were in.
Sure, Vox was an entitled asshole, but god, did he look and sound incredible when he was being mean and bossy. How could you not get aroused, especially when his face and long tongue ass were so close to your intimate parts.
"You want me to play with you, darling?" Vox asked in a manner that almost made it feel like you had a choice. There was something about it that suggested he might respect your decision if you said no—sure, he wouldn't like it, but he definitely had this thing where he wanted you to want him, to beg for him, to need him. Forcing himself on you wouldn't align with that desire.
You nodded, but he tutted at you, wanting a verbal answer. "No, no, no, it's 'Could you please, sir?' or 'Would love to, Mr. Vox,' or 'Please, I need you, Vox.' You've got to speak up if you want me to do anything to you, got it, dollface?" he clarified, emphasizing the importance of explicit consent, whether it was due to genuine respect for your boundaries or just his enjoyment of your yearning for him, it was a bit unclear. However, knowing Vox, he probably just got off on your embarrassment.
"Yes, sir," you said, feeling embarrassed. "So? Do you want me to give some love to these," he asked, tracing the outline of your underwear, "lovely parts?" He perked up.
"I would love for you to, sir," you managed to speak out. With a 'perfect' from your boss, he was now eagerly devouring you with his tongue, sending small pleasurable shocks through you as he did. No part of you down there was left un-licked.
Just as you were about to reach that sweet, sweet release — Vox removed himself from you, causing you to whine at the loss of pleasure.
"Don't worry," he said, but before you could complain too much, Vox lifted you up and threw you onto the couch, your face soon hitting the satin pillows. As you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, you felt your hips being repositioned, leaving you face down and ass up.
Vox quickly pumped his cock a few times, not needing much as it was already hard from the sight of you writhing due to his tongue. Getting close to your ear, he whispered, "Cuz I'm not done with you, dollface."
Then he promptly shoved himself inside of you. Thankfully, whatever he was doing with his tongue a couple of instances ago had prepped you, because, woof, did the stretch sting.
After giving you a few moments to adjust, he began pounding you into tomorrow, playing with your front and sending small shocks here and there. With no regard for his colleagues sitting right beside him —or should I say colleague, as in singular—Velvette had left as soon as he began working you with his tongue. However, Valentino remained, watching the scene unfold with keen interest.
Your soon came undone due to his rough ministrations, but he was far from done with you...
⫘⫘⫘ Ownership, ⛌⛌⛌ Humiliation & Collar
If you haven't already figured it out yet, Vox is a sadist. He thoroughly enjoys power dynamics and the act of humiliating others.
Continuing from the previous headcanon, picture yourself as either hired as his secretary or as a low-ranking demon in his company who catches his eye. If you're the latter, he'll undoubtedly arrange for you to be transferred to work closer to him.
But anyway, my point is, as soon as you're in his close proximity, he'll literally makes you his bitch on call in the blink of an eye. And obviously, you can't refuse because, one, he's your boss; two, he's an overlord; and three, he's Vox.
Who would refuse that hunk? Even if you weren't initially attracted to him, you'd find yourself becoming so after a couple of weeks, even if it's just some weird mild attraction—you're still into him.
Once he's got you in his grasp and has fucked you at least once, this is when he begins to play with you. He'll make you start wearing a vibrator under your clothes at work, ordering you to remove your clothing every morning and show him, to ensure you did it. Then he'd send you on your merry way.
If he wasn't physically with you, he'd be watching you through his cameras.
And every time you would be talking to someone and he deemed it too long, you weren't paying attention to him, or you were zoning out/getting distracted, he would turn the vibrator on to 'get you back on track'.
Though he did like to sometimes turn the vibrator on just to tease you. For example, you're in the middle of telling him about a shift in his appointment in a room full of people, and he would suddenly turn it on to fuck with you.
He also has a huge thing for pulling you by your soul chain. He just loves, loves, loves summoning it out of nowhere and just tugging you along with it.
For instance, you could be telling him about some issue concerning a recent project, and he would tell you to come closer so he could hear better.
As you walk closer towards his desk, he deems your pace too slow. Without warning, he summons and tugs at the chain around your neck, causing you to fall to the ground.
In an attempt to brace the fall, you put your arms out, catching yourself and ending up on all fours.
But as you try to get up, he would tut at you, ordering you to “Crawl to me.” You’re humiliated, but you still do it as he watches you like a hawk, a satisfied grin on his face.
If you also happen to scrape or bruise yourself when you fell and some small tears form in your eyes, let me tell you, he would get so bricked up as soon as he noticed them.
And of course, he would make you blow him, though it would end up with him face-fucking you, as it usually did.
He would also hold your head down as he dumped his cum down your throat, then he would pull your nose with his free hand, saying that “you don’t get to breathe until you’ve swallowed it all.” And of course, you would do it because you don’t want to literally choke to death on your boss’s dick.
Once he was sure you had swallowed it all, he would finally release you, allowing you to take some air in. Then he would make you stick out your tongue, and he would spit in your mouth, making you swallow that too.
𐂯 Training
He liked using small electrical charges as a ‘training method’, and this method has two stages. This would happen after he already had you as his personal toy— I mean, ‘secretary’.
At first, he uses electricity to reprimand you whenever you weren’t paying attention to him, questioned him, said no to things, or did anything that he considered as bad behaviour.
He would shock you, making you associate ‘bad behavior’ with pain, so you would end up automatically correct yourself before you even do or say something.
If you take a bit too long to ‘adjust’ to this new way of acting, he might resort to a little bit of hypnosis, but he would prefer not to.
He gets off on the fact that he can train you to behave just with his words and actions, without the help of any special ability.
Anyways, when he is sure that he has drilled into you what proper behavior is, he’ll employ phase two. He’ll start training you to enjoy the sting of his electricity.
So, whether he's fucking you, giving you head, touching you, or basically providing any sort of pleasure, every time you would be close to reaching your peak, he would send jolts of electricity through you, gradually increasing the dosage over time.
Things would get to the point that a small shock from him would be enough to get you turned on, and bigger shocks would be able to literally make you cum.
ฅ Pet
For the most part, he wouldn’t see secretary!reader as a partner. It’s only after a while, like a year or more, that he would start considering it.
He views them as his romantic interests, but not on his level. To keep face with the other Vees, even though they both knew about his crush from the beginning because he was so obvious with it, he would call you his pet.
Sometimes literal ‘pet names’ like puppy, kitty, bunny, etc. (Personally, I would love for him to call him his bunny <3.)
What he calls you all depends on your appearance and behaviors. For example, if you manifested with a more feline appearance, he would call you his kitten or kitty. If you didn’t have animal-like features but for example, were very needy, had a tendency to follow around, and were a sucker for praise, he would likely call you his puppy.
𓌏 Punishments
Besides using electric shocks, he is definitely into spanking as a form of punishment—whether it involves pulling down your pants or lifting your skirt, spanking you for every ‘transgression’ you’ve committed is something he’s totally down for.
It can be a really strange experience if you weren't a masochist to begin with because he'll end up having you conditioned to enjoy physical punishments;
For example, he would be spanking you, and you find yourself getting turned on, arousal literally leaking due to his rough treatment of your behind.
Edging and overstimulation are also big in his book, though each has its own set of circumstances where they would be implemented.
For instance, if you weren't paying attention to him because of someone else, he would overstimulate you to the point where you couldn't think about anyone but him, asserting his superiority over whoever had your attention.
If you weren't paying attention for any other reason, he would edge you, because ‘how dare you ignore him when he should be the most important to you!’.
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pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu + urogi x inexperienced!virgin!reader
synopsis: the basis of this series is that reader is inexperienced and virgin. the clones are basically corrupting the reader's mind with ways on how to please them.
contents: nsfw, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, corruption kink, virginity loss, dirty talking, fingering, vaginal sex, oral (f&m receiving), praise kink, slut shaming, dry humping, thigh fucking, brat taming, overstimulating, squirting, cervix fucking, asphyxiation, biting, just the usual filth
💚 KARAKU VER: part one | part two | part three
❤️️ SEKIDO VER: part one | part two | part three
💙 AIZETSU VER: part one | part two | part three
💛 UROGI VER: part one | part two | part three
notes: reader is a female. reader uses she/her pronouns. in karaku's reader is referred to as "kiddo" but it used as a term of endearment. reader is of age. if you want to be tagged on every post publication, please just message me or leave a comment below!
taglist: @boba-is-a-soup
updated: 7.4.23
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I can't just let Douma be in the spotlight now, can I?
For the past few months, you'd have a secret little rendezvous every single night without fail. You never saw his face as he would always have his back turned to you but you eventually gave up on pestering him to reveal himself fully.
He stumbled upon you randomly as you were tending to your garden and humming to yourself. It was a long way until his destination so the demon decided to take a breather, just for a little bit.
Besides, to him, you were nothing more than a potential snack at the time.
Your blood was young and hot and your flesh smelled sweet - the ultimate food. However, even a monster such as Upper Moon One liked to enjoy himself from time to time. He patiently waited for you to finish humming and he would strike you down then.
Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that you would be able to even see him let alone approach him.
Tiny specks of fear and suspicion laced your voice but other then that you were completely friendly towards him.
It was moronic. He didn't understand why he chose to entertain you and your stupid questions.
You were cautious of him at the beginning but still kept a kind and friendly air around you, an odd change of pace for the demon.
And that is how this entire thing started, him and you, together in the moonlight. His checkered black and purple haori swayed lightly with the wind as his long hair covered most of his back, except his sword. You would often remark that because of the weapon he carried you oddly felt safe around him, that if anything dangerous would cross your path he could just hack it to bits. There was a bit of truth there, he was indeed capable of slicing down anything and anyone who stood in his way.
It's simply your own fault for not realizing that he was the danger you should run away from.
Kokushibo was amazed at how at ease you felt with him, so much so that you never actually stopped to analyze your surroundings - the world would go stale and quiet the moment he made his presence known, all of the woodland beings would flee the moment they would catch a whiff of the scary demon. The eerie silence did not stop you from babbling endlessly and Kokushibo himself never actually made the effort to do so either.
He'd would often ask himself why was he even wasting time with you like this. Someone this naive, silly and carefree was a walking target, dare he even say a simple meal on legs even. Any other demon would have eaten you by now and would have savored every single bite.
He hated himself a little because of this, for wasting his time with you.
But the thought of cutting you down made his chest ache, a feeling he had almost completely forgotten.
So he settled on this, for now. He would indulge you on your little outings and, while he would never dare to say it, he indulged himself as well by simply being in your company. When he was with you he was just another ordinary person.
The truth of his nature could still be a secret for a while.
includes ;; muzan, kokushibo, doma, akaza, hantengu + clones, gyokko, gyutaro, daki, nakime, rui, enmu content ;; tw: blood/mentions of blood, fluff (?), possessiveness, jealousy, slight yandere themes (?), biting a/n ;; just wanted to remind those who forgot! marechi refers to a special (intoxicating to demons) blood quality that only a handful of humans possess! + i wanted to include as many demons as i could, so apologies for the long post!
☆☆☆ # muzan kibutsuji !
he's known it since the start. in fact, it does make you special to him, its the reason why he noticed you so blatantly amidst other humans in the first place.
would try to use your blood in his research. after all, when would he get his hands on another marechi again? another 50 years?
but unfortunately for him. . . he's very fond of you.
at the back of his mind, whenever he takes you out for the night or watches you resting, he thinks to himself: when will you, and your blood outlive its usefulness? and when would be the perfect time to turn you into a demon?
surely you'd be very impressive as a demon.
he smiles to himself at the thought, looking over at your sleeping form with a tender feeling blooming inside of his chest.
☆☆☆ # kokushibo !
its. . . not surprising in the least. he could tell right away that something was off about you. its only when you clumsily hurt yourself that he confirms that you are a marechi.
he can suppress the urge to bite or eat you well enough, your just-- intoxicating to him altogether.
he likes to be near you now more than ever, accepting any kind of physical touch as a comfort.
likes to have you sit on his lap or have a hand on you whenever he can.
he would not allow any other demon (or anyone in general) to lay their hands upon you.
takes it as a challenge when someone oversteps their boundaries to you. will become violent as he's extremely protective of you + with added heft because of the fact that you are a marechi
☆☆☆ # doma !
he, like all the other demons, know just how rare a marechi is!
if he thought you weren't distracting before-! NOW, you are all he can think of
better than anything his followers could give him; no jewels, no gold, no praise could ever be worth more (it couldn't before he learned this, but now! now that he knows he's ecstatic!)
you whole-heartedly hold his all of his affections and adoration!
doesn't like the idea of fighting others over you (if its a lesser demon or a lower rank, he'll demolish them without a second thought. . .) but fighting someone like kokushibo is unthinkable!
but you know. . . he would.
becomes extremely possessive over you, not quite jealous per se. . . but he does need to know where you are at all times + occupy your space almost 24/7
gosh, you are just so damned precious aren't you?
☆☆☆ # akaza !
learning that you're a marechi is honestly. . . pretty bad news.
he worries that something bad could happen to you (being involved with demons after all) and that there's a chance he can't protect you like he wants
he doesn't mind your blood (his training disciplines him enough to not mind the fact that you're literally intoxicating)
spends a bit too much time with you, reassuring you that he's there for you and holding you. (side note: loves when you lay on him)
would not do anything without your permission, but if he thought turning you into a demon or hiding you was the right thing to do, he would say so
other than that, he's still your partner, through and through
☆☆☆ # hantengu + clones !
someone would have to point out to hantengu that you were, in fact, a marechi. and if that person was an upper rank demon, you can bet his personalities would split in fear
sekido, turns his rage onto the other clones and demons. they are inferior and could not keep you safe like he could
karaku, would love spending time with you, who cares about your. . . very potent blood? he's way more affectionate now that he knows
aizetsu, is (obviously) devastated to learn this. what if he's unable to protect you?. . . like karaku, he likes to be near you, laying his head on your lap when he can for comfort.
urogi, adores you! being a marechi doesn't really change a thing about what he thinks
zohakuten, is the one who can 'actually' protect you and makes it his sole purpose. after all, you do mean everything to him, its his job to do so.
when the clones learn about your blood, everything seems to be scaled up to 100 with them. . .
☆☆☆ # gyokko !
ugh! this is perfect! perfect! PERFECT!
it took him a moment too long to catch onto that-- particular smell that always followed you. he was always too preoccupied on his work or trying to garner your attention to realize it!
then it hit him like a pile of bricks.
you were a marechi! his own one of a kind work of art!
your blood crafted by the gods themselves and blessed upon him! of all people!
like the ❛true work of art❜ you are, he likes to flaunt and taunt the other demons with his relationship to you. (would definitely do that thing where he hides behind you and sticks his tongue out at them)
his body/tail is almost always encircling you (protective or possessive gesture? . . . maybe a bit of both)
i mean, in his eyes, you've always carried unique + immense beauty; but to have all the other demons jealous of him is the cherry on top! for a while (maybe a few decades or so) you and your presence become his ultimate muse
☆☆☆ # gyutaro !
conflicted about the fact when he finds out.
what is he supposed to do with you now? of course, of course! on top of being flawless in his eyes you're also a damned marechi! ACTUALLY FLAWLESS
(he's pissed off + currently picking the hell out of his skin with anxiety and frustration)
how could you hide something like this from him?! then, he calms down as ❛all is revealed to him❜
you're his, plain and simple. what's there to be jealous or insecure about? the problem (in his mind) lies within the other demons
currently: a little more clingy and teasing towards you. definitely likes to try and embarrass you by showering you with affection
overall, just indulging in your presence.
☆☆☆ # daki !
would not be able to tell on her own that you're a marechi, and when she learns that you are-- its like a dark heavy veil falls upon her: ❛you. . . WHAT?!!!❜
would try to bite you, and there's like a 50/50 chance she regrets the thought. or actually does it. . .
hopes you'll ❛get over it❜ and come cuddle with her again ♡
without a doubt, she thinks no one could over-power her to get to you (when/if proved wrong) she starts to cry because 1, she's weaker than she thought and 2, because what's going to happen to you if she can't protect you?
if she did ask her brother for help, she'd actually doubt him too. would gyutaro try and take you? because she'd fight with him too. . . just wouldn't want to resort to that.
she's not overtly possessive, but your dead wrong if you think she wouldn't be the literal embodiment of jealousy
would be really proud to be with you
☆☆☆ # nakime !
the biwa demon tries to care less when its revealed to her that you're a marechi:
❛is that a fact?❜
you've always been her source of comfort, its usually very reassuring to have you near her. . . but lately, its hard for her to concentrate on-just about anything she does.
is whole-heartedly trying to focus on her biwa and physically wincing at every missed note. . . but how can she when you're just sitting there overwhelming her thoughts?!
she's always adored your attention, and now that playing her instrument has become a tad distracting to her. . . she likes to spend time with you personally. you're thoughts on her infinity castle? would you like a tour of her favorite spots? and one new feature she is currently in love with is: holding your hands in hers.
wouldn't like confrontation with other demons, a physical fight is off the table. . . but she could sure hide you better.
☆☆☆ # rui !
accidentally cuts you with a string while the two of you are playing cats cradle.
is very interested in a ❛marechi❜ (at first he doesn't know what to call you as he's never encountered someone with your kind of blood before)
is over protective, to the point of casual violence (will casually slice up a demon that thinks you'd make a good meal)
besides the effect it has on other demons, rui doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. from the smell to the physical effects your blood has on him. . . its pretty minimal
but he can always be jealous-- and petty (he's 100% smiling at the prospect of fighting other demons over you)
really. he wouldn't allow anything to separate you from him. not because of anything. so your stuck with him, marechi or not.
☆☆☆ # enmu !
initially thinks that this is a WONDERFUL revelation!
then he's internally conflicted by the idea of eating you or spending his life with you. and will be for a long time.
dammit! just give him some of your blood!
becomes pesky pesky enmu.
and does revel in the fact that he can just openly lay on you, bothering and being as close as possible to you!
wants to spend a ton of time with you now that he knows + starts asking questions
finally thinks that turning you into a demon could be an amazing idea! : would your special blood make you stronger? would you be stronger than him? oh the possibilities!
but. . . as much as he loves having fun with you. . . he does care about your health. . . a little too much. everything in him is so conflicting right now.
Just some funny stuff I saw on Instagram. I’ll do one with the women next! Also, writing for Zestial is so hard like, why does he speak like that? 😭
Alastor:
The Dill-Doe Shirt
“Look at what my darling bought me!” Alastor announces excitedly, stretching his shirt so everybody could see, the word ‘Dill-Doe’ in bold below a deer in a pickle. “Ha! Isn’t it hilarious? It’s a doe wearing a dill pickle as a costume!”
“Al, that says Dill-Doe,” Angel says, trying not to laugh. “Do ya know what that is?”
“A what now?” Alastor asks innocently.
“Shut up, Angel!”
Lucifer:
The J in June
“Luci, do you know what the J in June stands for?” You ask Lucifer.
“Oh, I didn’t even know it stood for anything,” Lucifer says. “Well, what is it, honey?”
“The J in June is for the Jiggle in my ass when I walk,” You say, looking over your shoulder as you strut down the hallway.
“I believe you,” Lucifer says, fanning his face as he watches your ass do just that.
“You have no shame!”
Husk:
Spell RUN
“Husk, touch your toes,” You tell Husk, trying to keep a straight face as you discreetly record him.
“Fine, but it better not be somethin’ stupid,” Husk says, bending over and touching his toes.
“Okay, now spell ‘Run’ three times.”
“R-U-N, R-U-N, R-U—“ Husk realizes, his eyes widening as you start laughing while you hold up your phone. “Wait a fuckin’ minute.”
“HA! You’re asking if it’s in your—“ You start, but then he tackles you to the ground, shattering your phone.
Vox:
Can I Hold It While You Pee?
“I’m going to the restroom,” Vox announces as he stands up from the couch.
“Wait, let me come with you!” You say, following behind him.
“What, why would you want to do that?” Vox stutters as he turns around, a horrified look on his face.
“Can I hold it while you pee?” You ask, but he shakes his head as he backs up from you, accidentally cornering himself.
“At least let me tie a bow on it!”
“Stay away from me!” Vox says before teleporting out of the room, leaving you pouting.
Adam:
Throw Cheeks, Bbg
“Throw cheeks, babygirl,” You tell Adam as you walk into the room.
He instantly turns his backside away from you, covering his ass with his wings.
“NO! I’M NOT THROWING CHEEKS,” Adam yells, folding his arms and shaking his head. “I DON’T WANNA!”
Angel Dust:
Impregnating A Man
“Ya eva’ love ya man so much ya just wish ya were seahorses?” Angel sighs as he looks at you, but you’re too busy scrolling on your phone to notice. “Ta get him pregnant, I mean.”
“Just because he’s a man doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try,” You tell him.
“Huh, yeah, ya right!” Angel says, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “Wanna try, sweetcheeks?”
“Oh no, I forgot that was me.”
Sir Pentious:
The BBL
“Hey, Pentious!” You greet the serpent, an innocent smile on your face. “Can I give you a BBL?”
“A BBL? What isss that?” Sir Pentious asks you, confused. “If it’s nothing bad, perhaps I could allow you to—“ He continues sheepishly.
“DON’T SAY YES, THEY BOTCHED MINE!” Angel screeches, barging into the room, two small pillows falling from his skirt.
“Wait, Pentious, DON’T GO!” You whine as you watch him slither away in fear.
Valentino:
I Don’t Take In Strays
“What’s your address?” Valentino texts you. You only gave him your number so he could leave you alone. “I’m spending the night.”
“4351 Pasadena Ave,” You text back.
“That’s the animal shelter?”
“Yeah, they take in strays. Not me, goodnight.”
Saint Peter:
When Did I Ask?
“So, uh, Emily was telling me about this new restaurant that opened up,” Saint Peter starts, nervously wringing his hands together. “And I was wondering if you wanted to go?”
“When?” You asked, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, well, how does Friday—“
“Did I ask?”
Saint Peter’s face drops, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment, losing whatever confidence he had built up to ask you out.
“Oh my God, you poor baby! I’m so, so sorry, I have no self control,” You said, rushing to him and holding his face in your hands, a relieved sigh escaping his throat as you litter him with kisses. “Yes! I’ll go out with you, a million times yes!”
Zestial:
Mike Who Cheese Hairy
“Good morning, sweetness,” Zestial says, leaning down to look at your shirt when you approach him. “Oh? What art thee wearing today?“
He squints as you stretch it, four words in bold staring back at him: Mike, Who, Cheese, and Hairy. Carmilla’s daughters are trying not to laugh.
“Repeat it and you’ll find out,” You say, a wicked smile on your face.
“Mike…Who…Cheese…Hairy,” Zestial says out loud, still confused. “I don’t understand?”
“Who said ‘My coochie is hairy?’” Carmilla asks as she walks into the room.
“Zestial!” You burst out laughing, but then she throttles you, leaving the older man horrified.
"How the main 3 upper moons put you to bed"
Kokushibo sat in his dojo, sighing softly. After a few minutes, he heard the shoji door being pushed open he knew it was you he could tell by your scent than hearing the soft pityer patter of your feet coming towards him, you sat next to him "Hey Koku" You said softly turning towards him with a tired smile "Your tired.. Go to bed." Kokushibo said sternly, "But I can't fall asleep!" You whined out, pouting while looking at him, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you down your head, laying on his thigh and his hand going to softly pet through your hair "Quit your whining and go to bed." He said sternly after a while of his hand softly stroking through your hair slowly lulled you into sleep soft sighs, leaving your lips as you slept.
You softly knocked on Douma's door hearing a cheerful. "Come in!" From Douma, you slid the shoji door stepping into his room and bowing to Lord Douma. "I'm sorry to disrupt you, Lord Douma.. I've been having trouble falling asleep and wanted to see if you had any suggestions that could help me sleep.." You mumbled out, looking at him. Hopefully, Douma grinned. "Oh~ Troubles sleeping, huh?" He said calmly before patting his lap. "Come here!" He said confidently you slowly stepped towards him. He pulled you onto his lap. Once you were in reach, you felt small compared to him, and his hand slowly started petting through your hair in a calming manner, making you blink your eyes sleepily as you felt calmer "Oh~ Starting to get sleepy now huh?" He said, grinning as he continued to softly pet through your hair, his other hand moving to softly rub your back after awhile you shut your eyes falling asleep.
You would walk into his room poking his side. "Akaza.." You mumbled Akaza, sitting up looking at you. "Hm?.. Something the matter Y/N?.." He mumbled. "Can't sleep.." You mumbled, hugging him tightly face pressing into his shoulder as you nuzzled into him lightly, Akaza wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down towards him so you laid down right next to each other. Akaza slowly stroked your hair as he held you close. Soon realizing you fell asleep in his arms.
Hope you enjoyed this lil fanfic! <3
HUNGRY (GORE)
HEAVEN STAR 🌟
Y/n have Eating disorder, no matter what she eats she will throw up.
Vox x (fem) Reader
Overlord reader
Word count: 3k
Smut
part 2 posted
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“Yes that’s fine. I’ll be there soon.” Your footsteps echoed down the hall as you talked on the phone. Of course you had a talk show tonight with the infamous Vox.
And of course you didn’t want to go. Who in their right mind wanted to ever speak to that insufferable tv headed fuck? Surely not you.
[Y/N] the fashion overlord. Of course your new run of clothing is coming out soon. So a little push out to the public would help. Perhaps this wasn’t all bad.
He got viewers and you got customers. Doesn’t mean you have to be best friends and sure as hell doesn’t mean you have to speak to him outside of the professional setting.
Smile, state why they should be your brand and leave.
Easy enough.
You walked into your room and headed to the walk in closet. One of your prized possessions. That black fuzzy faux coat. It went well with your red sparkly corset and skin tight black jeans.
You did up your hair and makeup perfecting your look but also keeping it simple.
Your new clothing line was called ‘Sinfully Gorgeous’ keeping a more classy style while also being sexy.
It would bring in the newer souls and possibly older. Though you weren’t too sure with the last set you had planned.
With make up finished, heels on and hopping into your cab you let out a breath. This was going to be something. So you mentally prepared yourself with snarky remarks you could say if he decided to jab a few himself.
The cab pulled up to the V’s tower. A man in a tailored suit came up to open your door giving a polite smile. You gave one back as you slid out of your seat. Heels clicking as you walked up to the front of the Building. A crowd had formed behind the flimsy ropes that lead to the entrance.
You being the icon you were stopped for a few photos. Noticing some of your collections on people. Heart swelling as the obvious indicators that people loved your brand.
The front door opened and you were rushed to the showroom. A couch in front of Vox’s desk was arranged for you.
At least he was kind enough to get a couch for you. Most of his other guests got that uncomfortable looking chair. You sat down on the soft material of the couch and let out a content sigh. It did feel nice, perhaps these two hours wouldn’t be so bad.
After about 5 minutes the lights went out and a spinning noise sounded from the chair behind the desk.
“Toooooop of the hour!” The lights turned back on and there was Vox. Doing one last spin before he sat still smiling into the camera in front of him. “Today we will be discussing Hell's most fashionable overlord {Y/}!” He hit the camera to pan over to you. Sitting up right you gave a wave and a quick hello.
“Well {Y/N} It has been forever since I’ve seen you.” He leaned back in his seat as the camera panned out to show you both fully. You mentally cussed him out at his unprofessional intro. He has always annoyed you with how he does things.
“It has, It’s so lovely to see you again.” Despite your annoyance you talked in an excited tone. Good enough to fool the sinners at home watching.
“Oh no need to lie.” Vox chuckled and leaned over his desk. Head rested on his knuckles.
Your eyes twitch slightly but you decide to glaze over his comment. “Oh I'm not, wouldn’t anyone miss a man as handsome as yourself?” You cooed and leaned over. Chin on your palm. He gave a puzzled look before smirking. “Perhaps Valentino could get us a shoot together.” He joked loving the way your face scrunched up in slight disgust and annoyance. He himself would rather die again than ever be in the same room as you. But this brought you both money so he as well as you sucked it up for the time being.
A fake audience of oohs and laughter filled the room at Vox comment. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair waiting for your response.
“I’m sure he could. Though I'm not so sure you could afford me.” You responded in a lower tone. The smile he gave was tight and his screen glitched slightly in annoyance.
“Ahha.. right. Anyways, why don’t you tell us a little about your new clothing line? I’m sure the viewers are dying to see a sneak peak of your work.” He titled his head, eyeing you curiously.
“Oh yes. Lets show the photos why don’t we.” A devilicious smirk crossed your face. You knew he was going to be pissed off once he saw the photos.
“Alright let's see them.” He turned his chair to the projector screen. On display was your logo. He pressed a button on his remote and the first photo popped up.
You looked at him from the corner of your eye. His face scrunched up and blue sparks illuminated from him for a moment. He was so pissed.
The model in the photo was no other than the Radio Demon. Alastor had been a major fan of your suites and collections of modest yet fashionable attire. So he was the best fit to show off your newest ‘Sinfully Gorgeous.’ suit. The black coat went all the way down his form. . With a dress waist coat underneath that was a deep red and black swirls. His pants were the same black as his coat with the shoes having the red accent on the toes. In the next photo it was him holding the coat over his shoulder. His deer tail was on display as his back was being shown.
“Oh how lovely..” Vox sneered and went through the next pictures. Most being your models just showing off the modest collection. The sexier outfits were being saved for your fashion show next week.
A satisfied smirk played on your face throughout the rest of the interview. Which was just chatting about how you came up with the idea and the pricing on most of them.
He had already offered you in private to host your fashion show but to boost views you acted as if it was a surprise when he mentioned it on the show.
Voxtek would be sponsoring the Sinfully Gorgeous fashion show. Meaning Vox would be up in his room watching over the program. Making sure all goes smoothly with his team.
—
Well the show ended with a happy audience. Your phone was blowing up. So was your email. You had to get ready for next week's fashion show. As Well as figure out how Alastor would even be able to be in it. He didn’t show up on the newer cameras. Those photos he took for the shoot were done on his camera and edited to look new.
Perhaps he would just be a special feature for those in the audience.
Not only were there many business emails but so many screen shots from the show.
You regretted saying he was handsome. You could guess he regretted mentioning how Valentino could get them a shoot. As every clip from the show was that moment. People speculating you two had something going on or there would be a sex tape leaked for a future collaboration.
As Vox was partners with the highest Pornography company in hell and you ran the highest clothing brand which they bought from.
Though the idea of that made you sick, the idea of cash made you ponder it. Nah. You let out a laugh at how stupid that was. You were already rich, you didn’t need to be seen with a naked tv man to get richer.
—
Today was the day of the fashion show. Vox sat in his surveillance room to look over the show. His team had set up the cameras and were recording as they waited for the show to begin.
He rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. He did not care to watch this let alone see you. It was supposed to show more.. Revealing sets but he didn’t find any of the models attractive.
So as the show went on he sat in silence. Just observing. Annoyance as Alastor was shown. Glitching out his cameras.
They didn’t go back to normal till he left. Claw marks dug into Voxs desk as the sight of the Radio Demon irked him. He was already glitching out and grateful the show was almost done.
Until the lights turned off and he couldn’t see much.
“Ladies and gentleman your designer and most fashionable overlord {Y?N}!” The announcer's voice played over the area.
You walked onto the runway. The lights slowly turned on. A warm red glow illuminated from the stage. Red smoke burst up as you walked down the runway.
The outfit you were displaying revealed every bit of you. The pink lacing was so see through your nipples shown. The bottom half left nothing to the imagination as it was just a thin strip.
Your hair was done up with pink hearts to match your outfit. Most of the items in the collection were modest. Covering yet sexy.
Not this one.
This was your prized possession. Something for the bedroom. Cute and revealing.
Vox’s eyes widened as he watched you. Your cat walk was something in this outfit. Leaving nothing for him to have to imagine.
You were on full display. No one had ever seen you like this. You don't often model these kinds of outfits.
So to see you was something.
He hated how hard he could feel himself getting. He turned his chair over to his other monitor. It was a closer up shot of you. His eyes winded and his red saliva sid from his mouth. You were quite the sinful sight. The way you strutted knowing that half the crowd was drooling set him off.
He hated you. You were annoying and the biggest part. You were associate with that fucking Alastor.
Though right now he forgot all about that as he slid his hands down to unzip his fly. Sliding hand into his boxers to pull out his dick. He had about 2 minutes to finish before you were backstage again.
He quickly began to stroke himself. His eyes never left you.
He eyed you up and down. Moving his hand faster as you spun around showing off your ass. It was not covered. Causing his dick to twitch. Static illuminated from him. He leaned his head back as he moved his hand faster. His dick twitching and lord how he wished this was your hand instead.
He hated you but hate could be ignored, especially if your mouth was filled by his dick.
His screen began to glitch and a low groan escaped his mouth.
“F-f–fuckk.” His voice glitched out as he grew closer. He pictured you down on your knees in front of him in that damn outfit. Maybe that idea of you two doing a shoot together wasn’t so bad.
He completely glitched out the second his cum spurted from his dick. He shook as pleasure took over his body. God was this embarrassing but he couldn’t help himself. You looked so.. What was this brand called..
Sinfully Gorgeous.
—-
The fashion show was a success. You had never seen your store so packed. Let alone run out of stock that fast. Safe to say your little cat walk got plenty of horny sinners buying.
You thought all was said and done. It would be normal. Having your models display the items till a new line comes out. The hype would die down.
No.
An interesting email came through from no other than Valentino.
“Dear {Y/N} it has come to my attention that we could strike a rather, erotic deal. Come in for a shoot with a man of my choosing with that dazzling outfit you had on the other night and you won’t regret the outcome. I’m sure our deal would spark up quite the talk in Hell and perhaps lead our companies to greater success.”
Oh so now Val not only wanted to buy from you but also buy you.
Perhaps a shoot wouldn’t be so bad. Show off your brand. Have sex and call it that. Watch more money rack in. Perhaps it could help the next line be even better,
So you responded back agreeing and asking for a script. Mentally knowing that half his pornos had shit scripts.
He was lucky that Angel Dust could act.
—
So the script was sent. All was being worked on. You just had no clue who it was that Val had picked for your partner. He said it would be someone somewhat well known. So you googled his famous porn actors. A few sparked your interest and others not so much. So you prepared yourself for the day.
Surely it wouldn't be so bad. You had some acting in your time on Earth and sex wasn’t new.
You walked into the set on the day of the shoot. In your pink outfit. Though a robe covered you up for the time being.
Valentino greeted you and showed you over to the shooting area. It was a pink bed with plenty of pillows. Even your logo in flashy lights over the bed. This was definitely an obvious brand deal.
“So you ready?” Vals voice echoed in your ear as you turned to him. “Yep. Ready. Can’t wait to see who you chose.” You smirked and walked up to the bed. Laying down on your stomach. Your ass on display. Valentino sat down in his director's chair and nodded to his crew. The lights dimmed, the cameras turned on and Val yelled action.
You lay on the bed wiggling your ass a little reading your fake book given. Footsteps filled your ears and you looked up expecting to see some random man you had never seen before.
A moment of shock filled your face as Vox stood there.
He had on a cropped police officer outfit and tight pink pants with a white belt. He didn’t fit the color pink well but it wouldn’t matter soon.
“What are you doing?” Your voice was curious. This script made no sense but now it made less sense. Why Vox?
He pulled out his handcuffs which were per usual pink and fluffy.
“I’m here to arrest you for breaking the law.” He smirked and walked over to the bed. You smirked and moved back. Back on the bed as you scooted away from him as he got closer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You questioned innocently. “Public indecency is one for that fashion show stunt. Now I'm gonna have to punish you for exposing my viewers to such.. Sinful things.” His voice was deep and almost.. Alluring. He leaned over you and chuckled as he flipped you over quickly. You let out a gasp as he handcuffed you.
His hands traveled up your body and stopped to grab your hair. Pulling your head back.
“Now I’m gonna make you regret making a fool of my company.” His voice seethed in your ear and it was quite hot.. Though you hated Val for not telling it was gonna be Vox. The one over lord you truly could not stand.
You let out a loud moan as he tugged your hair back and pressed his rock solid boner against you. It was a scripted moan but.. Something about it might have been a little real.
“What a slut. You like this huh?” He shoved your face into the sheets as he grinded himself into you. The thin fabric covering your pussy was nothing against his boner.
“Fuckk… yes.” Your voice was muffled from the sheets but it was loud enough for him to hear. “You're gonna take my cock like a good little slut.” He took off his pants quickly. Tossing the belt somewhere and the thin pink fabric was off somewhere as well.
His twitching dick was out now and he slid the small fabric of your outfit aside.
He slid off two of his nail claws and pushed those fingers inside you.
You let out a low moan. This felt better than you imagined. You mentally hated that you were slightly enjoying this. His fingers pumped in and out of your wet pussy. He groaned and his voice glitched out as he watched you squirm under him. With your hands behind your back you couldn't move much but your moans of pleasure were enough to fuel his ego.
This was far better than jerking himself off.
After a while of fingering you and getting you wet he positioned himself to slide into you.
“Why don’t you model for these people how good you are at taking my dick?” He chuckled his voice staticy as he pulled you back to his chest.
“Yes sir.” You moaned as he slid inside you. The moan that escaped your mouth was not scripted. And it was purely pleasure.
“Like this? I bet you do.. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that run way show.” He whispered in your ear. Low enough for no one else to hear.
“Fuck you..” You groaned back in response.
“I’m already fucking you.” He chuckled and pounded into you. His screen glitching and static coming off him.
Each position showed off your outfit to the camera. Giving every angle of it. Though you had forgotten this was even a shoot. As you and Vox were caught up in the heated sex. The tension from all your encounters had caught up. Every ounce of hatred and annoyance being taken out in each thrust and hickey.
Valentino watched as you both fucked. Going off script and just doing your own thing. It worked though. Made it look real. This would bring in the bucks.
“You like that huh? Fuciing me? You know.. Me and Alastor have done this a couple times too.” You whispered to him as he grabbed your legs. A smirk on your face as he glitched out and his claws dug into your skin at the mention of the Radio Demon. Though it wasn’t true. Alastor didn’t indulge in these activities; it was still fun to mess with Vox.
“We’ll i’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget about that tacky old piece of shit.” His voice was deep and he rammed into you. Moans escaped your lips and you felt yourself nearing your climax.
Vox on the other hand was glitching out majorly. He could feel himself on the verge of cumming. He couldn’t even see through the static displaying in his view. He slammed into you one last time before glitching out fully.
“{Y/N}!” His voice was the deepest and loudest it had been. He glitched out his body fully staticing out as he cummed inside you. Your breathing was heavy as he tried to collect himself.
Bite marks were all over him and claw marks lined your sides and legs.
You both looked at each other.
This was sure gonna bring in the bucks.
“Cut!” Val yelled.
Kiss it better
How they met their wife pt1
How they met their wife pt2
Wifely Duties
Aizetsu SFW/NSFW HCs
Sekido SFW/NSFW HCs
Karaku/Urogi SFW/NSFW HCs
How they start their day
How they treat their pregnant!wife
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૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Kokushibo enjoys this little fact since he can just sit in silence with you so he's not complaining. Though if the silence makes you uncomfortable he will say something small.
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ When you're too shy to tell someone to back off or simply to defend yourself he's definitely going to defend you, so don't worry!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He doesn't mind you stuttering, instead he's proud that you are trying your best. He can find it cute sometimes, but won't tell you honestly.
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Don't be harsh on yourself because of the way you act, Kokushibo will tell you repeatedly that he doesn't mind, even though he is a man of few words.
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Sometimes you even make him chuckle, he finds you amusing sometimes but he isn't going to bully you, no, never! If anybody hates on you because you are shy, they will be dealt with.
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He will always tells you to be more open, he wants you to know that he cares so much for you! He may not be able to always express it, but he tries too!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He knows when you're being uncomfortable. He knows because he has the transparent world, so please just don't try to hide it.
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He will probably try everything to make you more comfortable in those situation. He always thinks before choosing his words and always keeps an eye on you.
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ If you're too shy to look at his eyes, sometimes he thinks that you are being intimidated by the three sets of eyes. Which makes you sad so you have to tell him that you aren't intimidated by that!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He's a very and I mean a very patient person, so don't ever worry if your progress is slowing down, he will totally understand you!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He is always gentle with you, careful when speaking. he knows when you are pushing yourself and will stop you, everyone needs to rest, physically and emotionally.
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He doesn't really remember emotions but will try to understand them better for you. Don't ever let the fact that he looks emotionless and the fact that he's a man of few words intimidate u!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He knows you're shy so he doesn't think much about you blushing or stuttering like at all.
꒰🌸꒱ ᴀ/ɴ ; ; ɪᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴏ ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ! ₊ ⊹