Hiiiiii, I Saw You Write For Sir Pentious!! Very Exciting Since Not Many People Do

Hiiiiii, I saw you write for Sir Pentious!! Very exciting since not many people do 😭

I was wondering if I could maybe request a smug with him and a chubbier reader who’s a little insecure about themselves but he’s just completely all over them, hands on them as much as he possibly can. Kissing all over, groping their chest, the whole shebang really. If not that’s totally fine!! Thank you anywayyyy <33

Soo look- I have no idea how yo write smut with sir pentious so I made a comfort drabble instead,hope that's alright with you?? 😭😭

You stood there in front of the mirror getting teary eyed, before pearlescent tears fell down your face. you didn't even notice your boyfriend Sir pentious, had walked into the room

“Oh dear! What happened my love?- Are you okay?”

He rushed to you, hugging you and looking at you with worry.

“I-its nothing hun..” You hiccuped.

“Its clearly something! tell me what's wrong, please..”

You looked back into the mirror, hating the person who stood behind it.

“I just.. I don't know how you could love somone as ugly as me..”

Pentious almost choked on air, looking at you dumbfounded. “What?! my dear, you are amazing and so incredible! how could I not love somone like you? your perfect, your body, your smile, your eyes, your personality, I just love it all!” 

He showered you in kisses and turned to face the mirror with you, he brought you into a hug before lifting you up and carrying you to bed, kissing your tears away and just holding you

“you, all of you, is perfect.” sir pentious mumbled into your ear, barely audible. you smiled and cried into his shoulder, starting to finally belive him.

You are perfect .

Word count = 198

-Xoxo, Ari

BRO I FUCKING LOVE HEATHERS SM AND WHEN PPL COMPARE HEATHERS TO HAZBIN I LOSE MY DAMN MIND AND VOX AS JD IS EVERYTHING I'LL EVER NEED IN LIFE

I don't know why, but I feel like a relationship with Vox would basically be "Meant to Be Yours" of Heathers: The Musical. Vox gives me JD vibes if you try to leave him. (I was listening to the Heathers soundtrack while drawing and it popped into my head. That's crazy)

MASTERLIST

(ill organize this better soon i swear i just need to make this, its long overdue POSTS ARE IN ORDER FROM OLDEST TO NEWEST)

🎶= personal faves

HAZBIN HOTEL

Vox X F! reader (ROMANTIC) 🎶

Where you were a dancer in your past life and want to give dancing another try now that your back in hell. to your dismay your boss and boyfriend, Vox was watching.

Angel dust X F! reader (SMUT)

Where you get caught watching one of angels nsfw videos and your buddy catches you and helps you out

Lucifer X F! reader (FLUFF)

After a long day at work, you help lucifer relax by cuddling him to sleep

Velvette X F! reader sfw/nsfw headcannons

How you meet velvette, how a relationship would go with her and her kinks

Sir Pentious X Gn! reader sfw/nsfw headcannons

Some Sir pentious dating headcannons, kinks, etc

Vox X F! reader (ANGST) 🎶

Where you, an exorcist sacrifice yourself after an argument with Vox.

Vox x F! reader (SMUT) 🎶

You made fun of vox a bit too much and need to be taught a lesson

Lucifer x F! reader (SMUT) 🎶

Lucifer meets you, a newly fallen angel and shows you how much he missed you

Vox X F! reader (FLUFF/ROMANTIC)

Vox gets home after a quarrel with Alastor, lucky for him your there to calm him down.

Valentines day special (NSFW/SUGGESTIVE)

What hazbin hotel characters + valentines day (Gn! reader)

Emily x Gn! reader headcannons 🎶

What Emily would be like dating a sinner reader (sfw)

Velvette x Gn! reader General headcannons 🎶

Velvette's everyday life to her parties, and her dating you, featuring the vee's!

Velvette x Gn! reader (ROMANTIC) 🎶

A cat Velvette x a dog reader bake cookies!

The Vee's X Gn! reader headcannons (SUGGESTIVE/NSFW)

How the Vee's would react to a reader with wings who needs help with preening their wings

The Vee's X Reader (SUGGESTIVE/NSFW)

The Vee's meeting an angel reader they like a bit more than they should've

Sir pentious x F! reader (COMFORT)

Sir pentious finds insecure reader crying into the mirror and calms you down.

Winged characters x F! reader (SUGGESTIVE/NSFW) 🎶

what causes winged characters wing to unfurl? (accidentaly left out emily and husk)

Lucifer + Vox x F!Reader (ROMANTIC/FLUFF)

Lucifer and Vox headcanons with an artist reader

Vox x F!Reader (SMUT)

You get jealous of vox fucking val every night so he shows you what you've been missing out on. mutual pining to fucking

HELLUVA BOSS

Blitzø x F! reader (FLUFF)

Blitzø and a very tall reader cuddle up after a very long day at work

NEWSIES

General Headcanons

From summer to winter to other silly stuff you'd likely encounter in the lodging house

CHALLENGERS

Drug Dealer!Patrick x F! Reader

Patrick's low on cash and resorts to drug dealing, be finds a cute and innocent girl along the way.

Artrick x F! Reader

Going to a fair with your two rowdy, chaotic, and boyish boyfriends goes so much better than you wouldve ever thought.

taking a mini hiatus

just gotta give myself a mental break requests are still open but its gonna take me a while, love you all sm!! <3

-xoxo, Ari

ty to @puffymucher for the art/pfp

on a separate note here my spotify if yall even care 😔🙏 I swear I gots good music taste

Spotify

Ari <3

Ari <3, a user on Spotify

a quick update, I'm back from my hiatus obviously lol

I'll try n make two posts everyday so I can catch up on all the requests, heres the order in which I'll do them!!

Winged hazbin hotel characters x gn reader, what makes their wings unfurl? (suggestive)

blitzø x tall reader (fluff)

vox and Lucifer x artist reader headcanons

(romantic)

vox x f!reader, mutual pining to fucking (smut obviously)

vox and alastor x easily flustered yet cocky reader

(smut?? idk havent decided yet)

vox x reader (angst)

MY HAZBIN HOTEL OC?? IF YALL EVEN WANNA SEE THAT?? IDK-

OH MY FUCKIN GOOD THIS WAS LIKE SO GOOD? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS WAS AMAZING TYSM FOR THE 5 STAR MEAL WAYING THIS UP

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.ᐟ pt1

ᯤ Vox x Fem!reader

ᯤ NSFW, pornstar!reader, sheep!reader, Valentino is his own warning, voyerism, fingering, unsafe sex

wc - 3k

˗ˏˋ You’re Valentino’s newest star and Vox just can’t get enough of you ˎˊ˗

Vox was going to break his phone in half if Valentino texted him one more time. He didn’t care about his colleague's newest plaything, especially since they would end up taking all of the moth's attention.

Days like today made him question his situationship with Val.

His cell suddenly rang, screen flashing Valentino’s contact picture and making Vox’s eye twitch.

He answered it with a glitch, “What.”

“Baby! Why haven’t you been answering me, you dick? I wanna introduce you to my newest star!” Valentino’s accent came through the speakers.

“Val, I don’t care-“

“If you don’t come here, I’ll just keep bothering you.~”

Vox let out a long, deep sigh, “Fine, I’ll be up in a minute.”

“See you soon, baby.~” Valentino said before hanging up. If it wouldn’t crack his screen, Vox would bang his head against his desk in frustration.

One elevator ride later, Vox dragged himself to Valentino’s studio. He hoped Angeldust wouldn’t be there, fuck did that spider piss him off.

Opening the door, Vox cringed at the scent of flavored lube and sweat, “Okay, I’m here, Val. Who the fuck is so important that I-“

“Fucking finally! Y/N, my sweet, come here!” Valentino didn’t even waste a second, immediately calling over his new living sex toy for him to meet.

“Voxxy.~” Val smiled, pulling a half-naked girl into his side and making Vox want to punch him, “This is my newest star!”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you officially.” You greeted him with a nervous smile and tired eyes painting your features.

Vox nodded and eyed you closely, noting that your Hell form resembled a sheep. You were obviously just coming off a shoot if the way you held onto Valentino to keep yourself up on shaky legs said anything. Not to mention your fucked out face. The hooded, tired eyes, flush painting your skin, and sweat dripping from your wool.

Yeah, it wasn’t hard to guess what you had just finished doing.

“Always nice to meet one of Valentino’s employees.” Vox lied, trying to force his signature broadcast smile.

Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t. Instead, Vox couldn’t pull his eyes away from the heavy rise and fall of your chest, which was only covered by a silk robe. He wondered if you were wearing anything underneath or if you were bare.

Was there still cum dripping out of you, both yours and your screen mates? The sticky substance rolling down your soft thighs as you talked to him?

Were you actually satisfied after your shoot, or was your body still craving more?

He hoped it was-

“-ox! Vox!” Valentino’s shrill voice snapped Vox out of whatever trance he was in, “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Vox blinked and shook his head.

What was wrong with him?

His eyes met yours, and he noticed a curious expression on your face, making him instantly collect himself and turn back to the pimp, “Nothing is wrong, Val. Now, if that’s all, I must really get back to work.”

Vox didn’t wait for a reply; instead, he turned on his heel and headed back the way he had come. He did spare one glance behind him and saw that you were still watching him, curious look and all.

A low buzzing noise was in his head during his whole trip back to his monitor room.

What the hell was that?

He’s never spared one of Valentino’s pornstars even a second glance before, never mind whatever that was. Yet even now, Vox couldn’t get the picture of your weak knees and clinging on for stability out of his head.

You were almost… beautiful.

Who were you? Did Valentino even tell him your name?

Finally getting to his monitor room, Vox sat down in his large desk chair and winced at a tight pull on his crotch. Looking down, his eyes widened.

He was fucking hard? How did he not notice that?

Sighing, the Overlord tried to get back to work. He tried to finish these reports, look over spreadsheets, and monitor Alastor’s stupid hotel, but his hard-on wasn’t going away. Your stupid fucked out face was stuck in his head, and it stayed there as he unzipped his pants with a frustrated sigh, stuffing his hand inside them and stroking his hard cock until he came.

This has to be some kind of power of yours, has to be.

﹏

Vox never realized how fast Valention’s editing team was until he saw your debut film published the next night. He stared at the thumbnail on his center monitor for a good five minutes, his cock already stirring in his pants, trying to talk himself out of watching it.

He didn’t need to know what you did yesterday; he didn’t need to know if he was right, and you did have cum inside of you when talking to him; he didn’t need to know if you came or not.

He. Didn’t. Need. To. Know.

Clicking the video, Vox watched as all of his questions were answered.

You were fucked hard and fast in a ‘virgins first time’ type of porno, the standard first film for one of Val’s stars. There was a good chance you did have this guy's cum dripping down your thighs when he met you, but it definitely wasn’t mixed with yours. At least, not from an orgasm.

Vox didn’t know how he knew that you faked your orgasm, but he just did.

It made him want to see you cum. It made him want to make you cum, to be the only one to make you cum.

Without another thought, Vox opened Valentino’s schedule and saw that you were meant to film again tomorrow. He messaged his assistant and had them cancel anything he had planned for the next night, deciding that, for the first time, he was going to sit in on one of Val’s shootings.

He needed to see for himself whether you came or not.

﹏

“Hey, Voxxy,~” Valentino greeted him, and Vox had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking you up on your offer to watch one of your shoots.” He wasn’t technically lying; he was here to watch the filming, just for very specific reasons, “Is that a problem?”

“Of course not, Papito! Make yourself comfortable.” Val said excitedly with a smirk, but Vox could tell he was suspicious. He doesn't care what he thinks as long as the moth doesn’t kick him out.

Sitting on one of the couches against the side of the room, Vox does just as Valentino suggests and makes himself comfortable. He stretches his legs out and pulls out his phone, trying to look as casual as possible. In reality, his hands were shaking, whether from nerves or excitement, he didn’t know.

But where the fuck were you?

“Alright, everybody, let’s get this fuck fest started,” Valentino clapped his hands and gained the crew's attention, “We have a special live audience this time, so fuck like your jobs are on the line because they are!”

The sound of a door opening caught Vox’s attention, and he looked up to finally see you.

You were wearing the same silk robe as the other day, the material hanging off your shoulders. The lace lingerie you wore underneath caused the fans in his monitor to whirl.

When you passed by him towards the set, Vox watched you visibly stumble at his presence. Your eyes widened, confusion pulling at your features, and all he did was raise an eyebrow at you.

Casual.

You pulled yourself together and continued towards the set, and Vox watched you go, tilting his head and smirking inside.

That was an interesting reaction.

Things moved quickly after that. You and your hellhound screenmate went over the script quickly before you both took your places. Valentino yelled for everyone to be quiet, instantly shushing the room before the director called action.

Tonight you were filming a somnophilia-type porno, with the hellhound seeing you ‘sleeping’ in your new lingerie set and fuck the shit out of you.

Seeing you lying on the bed, a thin sheet only covering your calves, Vox knew he’d do the exact same thing. You just looked so soft, curled up, and so sexy in that lace; all he wanted to do was pull your panties to the side and slide a finger inside of you. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and balling his hands together under his chin. Nothing had even happened yet, and he was already losing it.

The hellhound came in and began touching you, running his claws gently along your skin and making you let out a fake sleepy whine. He hooked a claw through the seat of your panties and pulled them aside just like Vox had wanted to do. The overlord had to take a deep breath to stop himself from killing the wolf; there was no reason to; he was doing his job.

Vox didn’t own you. So why the hell did he feel and act like he did?

What were you doing to him?

As filming progressed, you pretended to wake up and began participating, running your hands along the hound's chest, pulling his cock out, and removing your clothes. Vox felt his dick twitch when you removed your lacy bra, revealing your bare breasts to him. Seeing them on a screen didn’t do them justice; even from a distance, he saw how perfect they were.

When your panties were fully removed, he finally got a good look at your pussy. It was beautiful, just like the rest of you, but he just knew it would look better wrapped around him instead of the furball you were paired with especially since he would actually make you feel good.

It was obvious you weren’t as aroused as you should be. Your nipples were only hard from being exposed, and your pussy was only wet from spit. It didn’t help that this fucker wasn’t even trying to please you, never touching your clit and only fucking you in a way that gave him pleasure.

Why did Val hire this guy?

By the end of the shoot, an hour later, Vox had watched you fake two orgasms, and each time he just got more pissed off. He so desperately wanted to know what you looked like when you came; he wanted to see your eyes roll back, your pussy spasm, his name on your lips.

“Cut!” The director suddenly yelled, pulling Vox from his thoughts, and he noticed you were done.

Valentino stood from his chair and puffed out a large smoke cloud, “Very sexy. Now get this place cleaned up; we got another shoot with Angel in a couple hours.”

Everyone in the room began to move, including you.

Vox watched you exchange a few words with Val and the hellhound that just badly fucked you before you grabbed your robe and headed off to Angeldust’s dressing room. It was interesting that you were allowed to use it.

Your legs visibly shook as you passed by him, and he had to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing you.

It was obvious that you weren’t satisfied and barely even enjoyed the experience. Vox didn’t know why he cared so much; if it were literally anyone else, he’d just tell them to suck it up, but not you. No, he wanted you to feel good.

He wanted to make sure you felt good.

Vox looked over to see Valentino was busy flirting with the hellhound you had just filmed with, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t care. He was honestly just relieved, relieved that he wasn’t flirting with you, and relieved that the moth was distracted.

Without a moment to think this through, Vox stood from his seat and quietly made his way towards the dressing room. Slowly opening the door, he saw you sitting on the pink loveseat, head down and not noticing him at all.

He slipped inside, closed the door, and flipped the lock, “Is there a reason you're faking your orgasms?”

Your head shot up as you quickly got to your feet, staring at him with wide eyes like you had before the shoot.

Vox wanted to laugh at how scared you looked. He wasn’t going to hurt you, no quite the opposite, in fact.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, clearly meaning for him to repeat the question.

He had always been a little mean, “No need to apologize; I wouldn’t expect you to cum with a partner like that. I’m just curious as to why you fake it.”

You stared at him for a long moment before answering, “Because it’s my job.”

“Your job is to have sex, not stroke the ego of your colleagues.” Vox pointed out, taking a step towards you and watching as you took a step back.

You scoffed at him, “What? You want me to stroke your ego instead?”

Vox smirked and took another step closer. You were feisty, he liked that, “I want you to be a better actress.”

He made it fully across the room to you, and you moved back until your back hit a wall. You were caged in, and Vox didn’t waste a second reaching out and wrapping his fingers around your throat, effectively capturing you.

You let out a whimper as he squeezed his hand around your neck, taking the air from your lungs. He leaned closer, hovering his screen right next to your ear, “If I have to remind you what an orgasm feels like for that to happen, then so be it.”

Using his free hand, Vox parted your legs and slipped a finger between your folds, feeling how the hellhound's cum still dripped down your legs. It pissed him off, but it also made it easier for him to slide two of his fingers inside of you.

Your back arched, pushing your chest against his, and when he eased his grip around your throat, a little moan left your lips. It was the realest noise he’d heard from you all night.

“That’s better,” Vox muttered, trying not to lose himself in the feeling of your cunt clenching around his fingers. You were as warm and soft as he thought you would be, “Much more realistic.”

“Sir-” Your voice broke off into another moan when he curled his fingers, finding that spot inside of you he knew made you see stars.

Vox was focused on cleaning out the remaining cum inside of you, thrusting his fingers in and out and scooping out the sticky substance. He wanted you only to be filled with pleasure that he alone can give you. When he was satisfied that you were only filled with him, he brought his thumb up to rub at your neglected clit.

You gasped, hips bucking up to try and get more friction, and Vox watched you smugly, “Just how bad was that fleabag?”

Instead of answering, you let out another moan, louder this time, as he began to move his fingers inside of you faster. Your hands gripped tightly at his sleeves as you rolled your hips in time with his hand. It was obvious you were close, and Vox was more than willing to push you off the edge.

“After all of that,” Vox chuckled darkly, tilting his head toward the door, “You’re gonna cum from just a few fingers in your cunt?”

You nodded, and he squeezed your throat again, “Tell me why, Doll.”

“Because,” You whined when he slowed his fingers, “I feel good.”

“And who’s making you feel so good?”

“You!” A cry left your lips as Vox sped back up, fucking his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace while his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit. He felt you cum, your walls tightening around his fingers as your cum poured out.

Vox was captivated by the way you looked, though. Your eyes were watery as they rolled back, your mouth hung open with a silent cry, and your hands gripped at him desperately. Finally, he got to see you cum, and he already wanted to see it again.

He knew he couldn’t, though. Not right now. Instead, he pulled his fingers out of you and smirked as you slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

“There you go,” Vox said, sliding his hand from your throat to tilt your chin up, “Was that a good reminder?”

You looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes and nodded. Vox smirked and patted your cheek twice condescendingly. “Good, remember that for the next time. If I see you badly faking an orgasm again, I might just have to give you another reminder.”

“Sir?”

Vox didn’t stay to hear what you had to say, instead zipping through the surveillance cameras throughout the building until he made it back to his monitor room. His dick was painfully hard in his dress pants and the moment he was alone and in his desk chair, he unzipped them and pulled his cock out.

He wrapped his fingers still covered in your cum around himself and stroked, pulling a groan from himself. It didn’t take long for him to spill all over his suit, the feeling of your slick on his cock and the memory of your real moans and pleasure-filled face quickly pushing him off the edge.

Collapsing back in his chair, Vox panted and focused on not bluescreening. After he was sure he wouldn’t need to reboot, he cleaned himself up and opened the security camera footage. You were still in Angel’s dressing room, sitting on the pink loveseat again and just staring at the floor.

The sight caused him to chuckle, did he fuck with your pretty little head?

After watching you for another few moments, Vox opened up the security footage files on a separate screen and rewound until he found the footage of him finger fucking you. The two of you were placed perfectly in view of the camera as if you filmed a porno just for him.

He quickly saved it to a private file and went back to watching you.

Now he just had to wait and see how you responded to his little visit.

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I’m splitting this into 2 parts because it would be super long otherwise and take longer to post so here’s the first part