Very Random Question Totally Not Important At All

very random question totally not important at all

this question is completely random and definitely not to help me with an upcoming post nahh I'm not gonna write abt thisss so anyway

ok thanks byeee

-xoxo Ari

BROOO TY FOR THE INSPO I SHOULD MAKE A FIC ON THIS

alr so I was wondering if you'd be down to write a vox x f!reader where vox is always manipulating/hypnotizing her so shes always confused ine everything this can be fluff angst romance or smut idc

Omg thats a Great idea! I love Vox he’s my favourite so I’ll try my best with this one and I think he would totally to that if he was obsessed with the reader, hope you enjoy! :) I didn’t proof read this btw but I hope it’s good-

Vox x F!reader

You won’t feel a thing..

You where Vox’s assistant, you have been for a few years now, but something odd was happening to you, for a few months now you woke up back in your office when you swore you where in his office a few minutes ago, and your body always aches and you couldn’t remember what happened prior to waking up. One day you walked into vox’s office with his morning coffee. “Good morning Mr.Vox” you said as you handed him his coffee “good morning my dear, how are you this hellish morning?” He said calmly as he took a sip of his coffee “I’m good sir thank you for asking, how are you?” You said as you stood in front his his desk, holding your clipboard “oh I’m ok same old shit every fucking day… y’know” he noticed you standing “sit.” He said calmly but with a slightly stern undertone, you did as he said and sat down in the chair across from his desk, you noticed him admiring your outfit you had picked out, it looked good on you and you kinda hoped he would notice.. “relax, you look tense” he said softly as he went to take your clipboard out of your hand, when your hands touched a small electric shock shocked your finger that you had a ring on, you flinched a little, he noticed your ring “sorry.. what a beautiful ring you have there..” he said as he took your hand and inspected the ring “hmm.. you have very nice hands..” he said in such a casual tone but you where actually kinda caught if guard by it “oh Uhm thank you sir-“ he continued to hold your hand gently “no need to be so formal, you can just call me Vox” he said with a slightly smug smirk on his flat screen “say do you think you could do me a favour, dear?” He said as his grip on your hand tightened “oh uhm of course si- uh Vox” you said as you say up more “there’s a good girl, can you come and sit right next to me please” he said as he pointed to a spot right next to him, you pulled your chair over to the spot“perfect.. now just sit still..” the last thing you saw was his eye go into swirls and you felt numb, next thing you know you woke up in your bed with hickeys all over you and bite marks too, your legs felt weak and your shoulders hurt, you felt a stinging sensation from the inside of your left thigh, you looked down there and saw a small heart carved into it. “What the-“ you cleaned yourself up and walked back into Vox’s office. “Hello again sir” you said “again?whatever do you mean dear you havnt been here this morning?” You where shocked to say the least “what? I couldn’t sworn-“ you said as you looked around in confusion “nope you haven’t been here at all this morning, I’m still waiting on my coffee” he said with an evil grin on his screen, he knew exactly what he was going but you didn’t, you scuttled out to get his second coffee of the day.

Stumbled across your Lucifer and Vox with an artist reader post, and my god I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time HAHAHA. Vox's part was so cute omg, especially the last part with the notes 😭💞 I love your writing and I'm totally not going to go through all of your works now hehe >:) Keep up the good work and have a great day! 🫶

AWWW OMFG THIS IS SO CUTE TYSM ANON!! I just woke up and this is like a great start to my day

this was so cute!! gotta be 1 of my favorite fics honestly :3

sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

Dividers

"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion. 

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric. 

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings. 

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present. 

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now. 

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him. 

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it. 

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck. 

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

hiii could I request a vox x f! reader with fluff, mutual pining, and smut? tysm <333

OFC YOU CAN I LOVE MUTUAL PINING 😭

I didn't have a lot to go off of so I kept it simple, I hope you enjoy my dear!!

WARNINGS: SMUT, NSFW (Minors please go away) PRAISE, [DUB-CON???] FINGERING, MAYBE MORE IDK MAN?? word count = 1,000

A blush spread across your face as vox put his shoulder around you, he always did shit like this but usually he was just joking or teasing you around, but something about this time felt different. maybe it was all the alcohol you two had drank but something about this small touch just made you crave Vox. you always were into vox ever since you laid your pretty little eyes on him.

Vox chuckled while sipping some whiskey, while turning to talk to Valentino. Of course he was talking to Val, they had some on and off relationship- and while you didn't really ever have that big of an issue with Valentino, you were jealous. So, so Incredibly jealous. Sometimes you'd hear them having sex and your anger built up against Val. God even hearing his voice just pissed you off. your nails dug into the couch you were sitting on out of anger as your eye twitched. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? 

Vox seemed to take notice of your growing anger and spoke up about it “Dollface,  you okay? the fuck is up with you?” He spoke in a concerned tone, despite his words.

You shrugged him off and just mumbled “I'm fine. get off my case! fucking christ Vox why dont you go fuck Val while your at it?”  you spoke in such a sharp and stern tone, different from how you usually presented yourself. You stormed out of the club and went into the apartment you stayed at. Vox and you were the only ones who had keys to said apartment, I guess he was just the only person you really trusted. ironic isn't it? The man whose whole motto is to “trust us” while deceiving people is the only guy you trust in hell. It was fucking pathetic and you knew that very well, but some part of you just- needed him. Like some drug he was impossible to live without.

as you delved into your sorrows of loving such a pathetic man, a knock was at the door which snapped you back to reality. It was quickly followed by the jingling of keys and vox shouting from the outside “Doll, I'm coming in to check on you, it's not like you to do that. I know something's up” Vox opened up the door as his view drifted to you, sitting on the floor looking all sad and pathetic, the strap of your dress falling down to the side as you looked up at him with a pissed off face. 

“So, whatd I do this time?” You almost choked on air, he really didn't know what he did? god this dumb fucking man, If you didn't love him your sure youd kill him instead. “What'd you do? you fucking treat me like some side peice! you act like you're into me and love me but then you go and fuck that stupid moth man!”

Vox smiled for a bit, an evil smirk from what you could tell. He picked you up off your feet and dragged you to your bed. “So you're jealous huh baby? well fuck if you wanted me to fuck you this bad.. you could've just asked~”

You felt your heart race, you felt your heart race so fast you couldve sworn it fucking stopped, your face turned red as you muttered out a response “p-please do..”

and that was all Vox needed, that was all Vox ever needed to hear. That you want him. and you need him. He always longed for you- he just tried to push away his feelings.  But now? Now he can show you how he really felt.

He crawled in between your legs, while grabbing your chin and kissing you. the kiss felt needy, and desperate,  like this had been needing to happen since the start. he unzipped your dress as he ran his hands up and down your figure, mumbling a small “Fuck..” He ripped off your dress in seconds, as he pulled down your panties his long blue claws slid into you pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“mmph- please vox go faster i-i cant take it anymore-”

You immediately regretted saying that because vox's fingers didn't only speed up, but he added another overstimulating you. “That good enough for ya doll? hah?~”

He took his fingers out of you, making you buck your hips towards him, trying to chase the pleasure you were once given.

Vox chuckled at the sight beneath him. “Relax my dear, I'll make sure I'm the only one that is gonna be able to make you feel this good m'kay?” he unbuckled his belt, the metal hitting the floor before you heard the zip of his pants. “Be a good girl and take this cock for me.” He shoved his dick into you, giving you a few seconds to adjust before moving at a fast pace, breathing heavily.

Trying to get a accustomed to the brutal pace he set you bit your lip, you bit your lip so hard you could've fucking sworn you were bleeding. both of you were so indulgent in the pleasure neither of you could barely speak, all that came out of your mouths were moans and sighs of relief, like this had been fate. After what felt like yours of that fast pace and your tongues intertwining, you both came together. you shivered at the pleasure and Vox fell on top of you shaking and trying to catch his breath without lagging or glitching out. he wrapped his arms around you with a whine, repeatedly saying “Thank you, thank you so much my dear..i-i love you”

“Mmph.. I love you too Vox..”

falling asleep in eachothers arms, before waking up the next morning with a hangover, so vox called off work and you two stayed in bed, your legs wrapped around him and mumbling lots of “I love you's”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOL, I BLACKED OUT DURING THIS ISTFG IDK WHAT HAPPENED (sorry for the late post)

-xoxo Ari

AWW STOP THIS WOULD BE SO FUCKIN CUTE THOO

so I’m rewatching hazbin hotel and I just got an idea.

marinebiologist y/n and Vox—

say you saw one of his news reports and saw his sharks, you’re INVESTED. you ask to meet the creatures in person, and Vox doesn’t see why you can’t.

in the middle of your studies, Vox walks into the room connected to the tank, to see you studying their behavior patterns and even TOUCHING one. Vox has never gotten that close to one of his own sharks before, and he’s fascinated, and thinks it’s so cool to see what he believes is a fucking shark tamer.

he goes up beside you, and after chatting for a bit, you tell him to crouch down, and as a shark approaches, he’s hesitant. but you grab his hand, and place it on the creature as it passes by…

he’s head over heels already— possibly quite literally, this man would fall into that fucking tank.