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vox body pillow covers are available!!! this was in collaboration with @sstwins1 who also drew 1970s vox! 💙

you can get them here! : ETSY | KOFI (price is lower on ko-fi due to etsy fees)

A double-sided Vox body pillow, with 1970s Vox (drawn by SStwins Designs) on one side and modern Vox (drawn by stickiemax) on the other!

It measures 21“ x 60“ and is made of 100% polyester with a smooth feel. check out @sstwins1 ‘s post to see a previous pillow example!

PLEASE NOTE: This listing is only for the pillowcase and not for the pillow itself. Your pillowcase will be shipped to you directly from our manufacturer with their packaging. This is to keep shipping costs low for you!

LOVED DOING THIS SO MUCH AND I HOPE EVERYONE WHO ORDERS LIKES THEIR PILLOWS!!!! (i know i will muehhehehhehheehee)

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(I’m Valentino, Lute, Husker and Alastor)

HIII CAN U DO VOX X FEM!READER AND THE ONLY ONE BED TROPE THING?? I LOVE UR WORK BTWW🫂🫂

thank you so much, I’m really glad you do! Thanks for the love guys, I’m so sorry I’ve been falling off writing recently but this was kinda fun to write hehe, hope you don’t mind that I put my own spin to it!

mlist. requests.

             ꩜  ﹒     LOVE     HOTEL.   — vox ×   gender   neutral   reader.

wc. 1k. tags.   suggestive ,   mentions  of  fingers  around  sensitive  areas  ,   vox  is  pro  consent  omg  wow  ,   catching  you  almost  naked  ,   making  out  ,   fluff  ,   both  reader  and  vox  being  adorable

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Truly a strange question to ask.

Though, ‘strange’ and ‘Vox’ were never bound for the same sentence. No one would believe you if you’d ever tried to tie Vox down with such a word. No, not when you both laid in a red—or maybe pink, the colors were ever shifting just as the room had been in your slightly drunken state—tinted room.

Sirens wailed in the muffled distance, hell’s white noise slipping through closed windows as you laid on your back in bed. The room’s air conditioning was just starting to seep into your skin now, and when you touch your arm it’s almost electric how you don’t feel cold but your flesh does.

You can taste the stale air when you dampen your lips with a brief swipe of your tongue.

“No, I just … I didn’t think I’d be checking into a love hotel with, well—you, of all people.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m nobody, Vox. And you’re … you’re whatever your audience wants you to be.”

“Alright. This is getting personal,” Vox grunted as he rose from the bed, almost like a dressed corpse coming to life before he disappeared into the bathroom.

“Showering?”

“Mhmm,” he called from beyond the door he left ajar.

Your clothes clung to your previously sweat-slick skin. It had been your time now to sit up as you got up from your bed to change out of your shirt. The robes would have probably done just fine, at least, it wouldn’t retain the smell and memory of the night you spent with a man you’d just met. Oh god, you heard yourself think that as if the night had ended.

Your pants had completely been kicked off to the floor by now as you wandered over to the closet. You caught the brief second of darkness within before the lights flickered to action, presenting you with a pink robe with furry white lapels with hearts that trailed down them.

“Hey have you—”

You turn to your left and freeze up completely. The alcohol in you made a poor attempt at shooting up your system but it didn’t mean that it hadn’t rattled you just as much as the current situation had … oh god.

Vox’s eyes briefly zip down where they shouldn’t, and god, you thanked whoever had clearly possessed this headache-inducing room that you still had your undergarments on but neither of you had been inclined to move.

Finally, you rolled your eyes, then quickly regretted the motion that took your head for a spin before you scoffed.

“Vox. Please.”

“Please what, dear?”

“A love hotel, really?” You finally let out the question held within the grasp of what withered self restraint you had left.

“I called up Vel and Val, the tit fuckers used my house for their stupid dinner party. Said they had a deal to close and my house was apparently the least trashed. And anyway, this is the best love hotel on this side of the pentagram, and …”

Vox’s hand crawled up the closet door where your hand still rested.

He ran the tip of his index finger down your forearm. The faint yet acute touch of his nail guard had you reeling back a shiver you couldn’t let free. You clenched your jaw.

“We did meet at a bar.”

Vox’s eyes had dropped to half-mast now, and it wasn’t as though you hadn’t seen this coming.

“Vox,” you couldn’t help the smile that overtook your complexion. “You’re a handsome guy—”

“Mhmm—”

“But I’m just … not looking for that right now.”

“I know. But I just find it funny that you should say that because … I’m still looking at your incredibly bare body.”

“Underwear.”

“Doesn’t make you any less sexier.”

And you don’t know what came over you in that moment, but your arms crash landed around his neck as you tasted him on your lips, his tongue quick to lap at your mouth as you opened wide for him too.

Your body was too hot on his, his own hardware whirring so loud that you heard it over the moist sounds of your tongues meeting.

Even if you had really thought this over, really, this might have been the worst and best decision you would ever make—worst because you barely know this man and you knew people who smiled for the press were shells of who they once were. Can’t put your tongue into or around something that’s hollow, that’s just wasting time.

But it was the best, because, oh fuck did his fingers feel so goddamn good where they lingered. And he hasn’t even slipped them into your underwear yet.

But you grabbed his wrist at the highest height of your hastened heart and you smiled at him.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Vox looks down at you for a moment, almost as if he’d needed a moment to part with the view before he gave you a little nod.

“Fuck. Okay.”

After you both untangled yourselves from each other, it hadn’t taken very long for you to settle down on the bed, your arms around him as he draped his arms around you as well, adjusting your duvets to cover you up nicely as he rubbed your shoulders.

“You cold?”

“No. You?”

“I’m just fine. You keep me overheating, you know.”

“Oh, Vox, you have such a way with words!” You dramaticized, and you chuckled almost like a small child but his shoulders shook as he joined you.

“Fuck you. It wouldn’t have been bad if we fucked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t kiss and tell, sweetheart.”

“Of course not. Vox shooting his load in sinner trash? Oh god, what will the papers say?” You had begun to think you were getting too good at this.

“Oh, darling.”

Vox’s hands left your body only to arrive at your chin as he angled it to face him.

“You’re not sinner trash.”

“Is that so?”

“My dear if the exterminations rained down today, they would have taken you back.”

taglist : @garfieldthomas @lvstyangel (dm me if you wanna be in the taglist <3)

Calm girlboss and emotional malewife old married couple real

Broke: Because Valentino's sight is so shitty Vox cannot hypnotize him

Woke: Valentino's sight is so shitty because he spent years looking lovingly at his flat-faced prince

IF ANYONE HAPPENS TO COME ACROSS THIS READ IT RIGHT NOW.

That's it. That's the post.

Best Vox fanfiction series in this app.

After freaking straddling the dapper Samsung tv, is it safe to say that we’re at that point in the relationship that Vox might start experiencing spicy dreams (make outs, light touches, etc. w/e your comfortable with)? How would it influence their next waking interaction?

I love the way you write Vox clearly falling in love, saying he’s not going to fall any harder, and then fail spectacularly! I would want them to kiss faster if it wasn’t so funny to watch Vox struggle.



Just A Dream

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: This chapter is kinda spicy? It's UHHHH- It's something. Vox is one horny mf and it's about time that part of his character graced this series lmao- BTW I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE YALL I WAS MESSING WITH MY AU AND OTHER STUFF IRL ABDKSHDJSJS- I thank you all for being really patient with me!! TwT

A/N: Also, figured I could answer the pjs one in this interlude too- still gonna write a sleepover Drabble though because I need to make myself more content and I am NOT gonna pass up on Alastor chaos because deer man is funny. Poor Vox was on so much copium this interlude though LMAO.

A/N: This was long overdue and will probably be one of the last chapters I write before kinda poking at my series whenever I feel the inspo cuz I am fixating on so many things at once and Hazbin ily but damn I need a season 2- OGs remember when I used to post this shit chronically AHAJSJAKDJSJD

Vox isn't new to dreaming.

Sometimes they just happened whenever his systems shut down.

Even if he wasn't entirely sure how his biology still allowed him to have them.

Hell, they weren't really even dreams anymore- it was just mostly nightmares.

Replays of his failures, mistakes, pretty much all the worst things that happened to him.

All haunting him like an insufferable blooper reel of his life.

Until of course you waltzed in and made your cute little self a permanent fixture in his mind.

The overlord finally had dreams worth recalling, moments shared between the two of you that loved to resurface as memories.

Again, it wasn't often-

But they were nice little things to look back on anyhow.

Tonight was no different.

Or- so Vox thought.

Going through his typical nighttime routine, he slipped on some light blue silk pajama bottoms while scrolling back through your old messages.

"I know you're in there. Stop messing with me."

"Oh I know, you're just fun to mess with doll."

The overlord smiled when he saw that old note, the very start of your conversations years ago.

His chest got all fuzzy reminicing that far back.

Oh how naive you both were.

Vox lightheartedly shook his head and placed his phone on the charging deck on his nightstand.

Once he'd lied down and gotten comfortable, the overlord looked up at the ceiling of his room.

A soft sigh left him as his systems started to go through their routine defrag and scheduled shutdown.

He didn't need to sleep, at least not in the normal sense one would think.

But as he ebbed away from the world of the conscious, he found himself recounting a recent memory with you.

So it was going to be one of those dream nights...

Of all the moments with you his mind had to pick from- it was when you were cuddling him.

Given that it was a dream, Vox didn't think much of the situation and just relaxed in the solace of your arms.

Similarly to how he actually did that exhausting Monday in your room at the hotel.

A shitty day made better thanks to you, always thanks to you.

He was relaxed until he felt what was probably a ghost of a kiss at the base of his neck.

He thought it was just a random feeling his brain had conjured up.

Then it happened again.

A heated sensation shot through his systems when your hands started feeling up under his dress shirt too.

Oh fuck.

He couldn't bring himself to stop you even if he wanted to since his limbs were currently more useless than Valentino's eyesight.

"Doll– wait-"

His plea fell on deaf ears when you harshly sucked a hickey into his collar bone. Vox let out a pleasurable hiss while his hands made themselves home on your hips.

The claws gripped at the fabric, cool to the touch against his heated skin. The slight static making a soft crackling noise as it danced up your body.

It all felt so off, but it felt so good.

The overlord would've been lying after all if he said he didn't want this. He did, but he wasn't entirely sure where you stood constantly pushing his buttons then going back to saying that he was just a friend.

It was ridiculously frustrating but Vox also slightly feared trying to find the actual answer, after all- what if he was looking too much into it and there really wasn't anything?

What if you were really just messing around?

He wasn't sure if it was a truth he could handle.

It didn't help that soon after that the dream version of you decided to get a little more risque. Your hips starting to move in a tantalizing grind while Vox could only shiver.

He'd never been that receptive before, then again... it's really been quite a while since he had done anything of this nature.

It's been a while since he's experienced anything like this both awake or asleep. Since getting close to you- everything had changed.

For all it's worth, this entire dream felt so scarily real. The overlord was once again reminded by just how much he yearned for you, wanted more from your friendship but dared not to ask.

Besides, he would rather you both stay friends than have nothing at all. Which he didn't really want to risk just in case he was legitimately reading all the signs wrong.

However, his entire thought process screeched to a halt when a sharp stinging sensation threw him back to your ministrations.

Did you just- bite him?

The flatscreen groaned when you proceeded to treat his skin like an empty canvas- your empty canvas- the marks left behind evidence of your artistic touch.

Still, Vox had to remind himself that this was really all just a dream. The wispy and floaty nature of the entire room glared at him blatantly with that.

So despite how beautiful and real you looked and felt in the dim lighting of the room-

He was asleep. He was still asleep.

But by god he didn’t want to wake up.

Even if he knew it was inevitable that he would.

The dream version of you eventually pulled away to properly meet his half-lidded gaze, your eyes brimming with the same longing and yearning hunger that he had for you.

You don’t look at him like that. Not when you were both awake. Did you? His eyes had to be playing tricks, he had to be mistaken. Especially when you kept defaulting to the fact you were both only friends.

Still, when you suddenly pulled him into a kiss- the TV demon couldn’t help himself anymore. His arms wrapping around you possessively as he pulled you impossibly close.

Like an addiction he kept relapsing with, the overlord kept going back- coming back for more with you. Your kisses had him feeling drunk, your lips meeting his own in a passionate exchange.

Vox wondered if somewhere along the way you had poisoned him, if you'd slipped something into his mainframe that he missed back when you were alive.

It was hard to believe he'd been caught, hook, line and sinker- for you- but it was where he ended up nonetheless.

And he had no problems with that.

There wasn’t any hesitation in the kisses you both shared, nor was there any rush of impatience. He was simply content with this intimacy, yet your dream version proved to be ever so bold.

Vox gasped when you began to palm the growing tent in his pants, the fabric of his slacks becoming insufferably tight.

He vaguely registered the playful giggle that slipped your lips, alongside the cooing at his ever obvious sensitivity.

“Fuck… (Y/N)...”

You were going to drive him insane, so much for the hopeful thinking that his dreams would give him respite.

His vent fans whirred loudly in a fruitless attempt to cool down his overheating systems. Your dream version once again giggled before resuming your attack on his neck.

This wasn’t really anything compared to the trysts he used to have, not to mention Valentino- but for whatever reason this just felt so much better.

Vox could only take a gander at how much different the real thing would be. If he was even lucky enough to get to that point with you.

Everything felt so vivid- his pleasure quickly rising from your mere foreplay.

Had you any idea what you did to him...?

Soon, a faint ringing sound could be heard from his side; causing the room around him to blur more than the hazy filter it already had.

The overlord tried to ignore the sound but it only got louder and louder.

The next time Vox opened his eyes after squeezing them shut from the pleasure- he was met with the dark high ceiling of his bedroom.

Of course, predictably- you were nowhere to be found.

The overlord sighed tiredly when he saw his phone screen flashing from where it sat on his nightstand, ringing every so often and buzzing alive.

Being half-awake while ignoring the very obvious issue in his trousers- the flatscreen simply hit the answer button without checking the caller ID.

So color him surprised when he heard your sprightly voice beckoning him back to the land of the awake.

“Hey Vox, did you sleep well?”

If your cheerful voice was any indication- it really seems like you did. Vox rubbed at his own screen tiredly, he was unfortunately not as lucky.

“Yeah, you’d actually woken me up this time doll. What’s the occasion? You’re up early.”

That giggle again, that playful laugh of yours that rang like a haunting chime. He could never really avoid it, not that he was sure he wanted to most times. The overlord bit back a groan from the memory where he last heard it.

The dream he had was still searingly fresh.

“I wanted to call you before you had to go to work, that and I felt really energised today. Wanna hang out later? Or are you busy?”

The flatscreen quickly took a glance at his schedule for the day, realising it’s one of those days he’d actually allocated to you even back when you were alive.

He was busting his ass off for Voxtek any other day and occasion just so he could have these moments with you. Velvette teased him relentlessly about it sometimes.

“No no no- I'm not busy- I’ll be over soon. Give me an... hour?”

“Pfft, take your time samsung. Let’s go out for breakfast?”

Vox finally sat up and stretched, sighing from the relief when some of his joints popped. Glancing back at the darkened phone on his nightstand with a small smile.

“Sure, my treat.”

“It’s a date then! See you!”

Yep, and so the cycle began again. He was okay with this.

The overlord was happy with this.

But first, a really really cold fucking shower was in order.

Due to the holidays, I have a little time to take a break, so I downloaded Vox-shimeji to my computer...

And this is the moment that gave me the idea for this art:

- Just sit still! Stop crawling all over my screen! I can't see the stream because of you!

- I am Spiderman! I can crawl wherever I want!!!

Due to the holidays, I have a little time to take a break, so I downloaded Vox-shimeji to my computer...

And this is the moment that gave me the idea for this art:

- Just sit still! Stop crawling all over my screen! I can't see the stream because of you!

- I am Spiderman! I can crawl wherever I want!!!

Due to the holidays, I have a little time to take a break, so I downloaded Vox-shimeji to my computer...

And this is the moment that gave me the idea for this art:

- Just sit still! Stop crawling all over my screen! I can't see the stream because of you!

- I am Spiderman! I can crawl wherever I want!!!

I don’t know why, but I generally like the design and working methods of old technology.

As far as my mother explained to me, this is because any old technique was made by people for people... that is, with soul.

Which makes Vox's situation seem rather deplorable to me...

I don’t know why, but I generally like the design and working methods of old technology.

As far as my mother explained to me, this is because any old technique was made by people for people... that is, with soul.

Which makes Vox's situation seem rather deplorable to me...

I don’t know why, but I generally like the design and working methods of old technology.

As far as my mother explained to me, this is because any old technique was made by people for people... that is, with soul.

Which makes Vox's situation seem rather deplorable to me...

I don’t know why, but I generally like the design and working methods of old technology.

As far as my mother explained to me, this is because any old technique was made by people for people... that is, with soul.

Which makes Vox's situation seem rather deplorable to me...

Just a little fanart of Vox, made out of boredom and for the purpose of practicing.)~

Just a little fanart of Vox, made out of boredom and for the purpose of practicing.)~

I finally decided to finish this art...)

And all the time that I was drawing, this song wouldn't leave my head!

Have you ever, as a child, satn't IN FRONT of the TV, but ON it?

'Cause I am! But now it’s a little problematic...)

Have you ever, as a child, satn't IN FRONT of the TV, but ON it?

'Cause I am! But now it’s a little problematic...)

A few thoughts I had after seeing some comments about their little dance in episode 8

I originally wanted this to be a very quick drawing but I got carried away- ANYWAY

This tag makes me laugh way too much to not draw about it

I'm pretty sure Vox would mean it in both ways