Yeah I think you’re in the right place, Al.
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Cuidando a la bendi de su pololo
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I need a swing in my room.idk i just like swings i think theyre neat
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Enemies AND Lovers w/ Vox
A/N: RAHHH im on this lovely LOVLEY show by Viv. So glad HH is popular AGAINN. Been here since the OG days. Real ones know fr. Anyways. Need Vox biblically, and im sure all of u do too.
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- Youre such a fucking prick. Its like you and Alastor are PERSONAL heaven-sent punishment for the tv demon. Fuck his life.
- Ngl, he has some hatefuck fantasies about Alastor….BUT YOU??? He doesnt know whether to livestream both of you getting it on, or just keep you all to himself, letting him edge you, torture you, maybe beat you up as he fucks you raw.
- But! You both know who’s really the Dom in the relationship.
- “Going all static on me, Vox? Knew your twink ass couldnt keep up.” You snicker.
- His left eye bursts a red glare. “Im gonna show that tight mouth of yours on how to really keep up.” He seethes
- In public, both of you play the obvious cat-and-mouse act. He starts the fight, and you cook him every. single. time.
- Hell, you sometimes contemplate teaming up with Alastor to genuinely fuck him over. An enemy of an enemy is a friend, after all.
- Alas, however charming friend and associate the Radio Demon is, he has bigger…’opps’ ( LUCIFER…LILLITH? ). So, youre left to humiliate Vox all by yourself.
- He’s such an adorable tv munchkin to u, always yapping and yapping on….How CUTE.
- “I am not cute, you fuckin’ slut.” His voice switches to all gutteral and static.
- You slide a hand dangerously slow down his chest. He genuinely starts fucking tweaking, a neon blue blush blooming all over his screen. “ How abt now???”
- Gun kink. BLOOD KINK…. Both of you regularly have turf wars, fights in respective buildings. Your divine guns against his throat, straddling him. His claws digging into your hips, blood oozing out. A nosebleed on your face.
- Perhaps, youre everything he needs. Youre perfect. Youre perfect like this he realizes, as you swat your gun away, and you bite and gnaw at his lips, furiously kissing him all rabid and animalistic.
- He hates you. He needs to hate you. Youre everything he goes against. Calm demeanor, perfect principles, a private, closed-off life.
- Nothing to broadcast. Nothing to brag about. And yet, youre Wrath incarnate in this ungodly realm of Hell.
- Vox realises, but you don’t, that you really are Heaven-sent. Except, youre his retribution.
- “F-Fuck you.” You drag out, when he runs a claw barely against your lower stomach as he mercilessly thrusts into you.
“Exactly what I’m doing, baby.” He glitches. Again.
- And when you two are done, and if its your place or his, just know the bed will be empty the next morning. Youre still sworn enemies. You’d still cut him down given the smallest chance.
Right.,,,Right?
Vox cherishes the vague warmth on the other side of the bed. He dares to smell the sheets, your scent clinging to it with some life. He feels filthy.
Youre back in the Wrath Ring before you know it, your own realm. The heat of the desert won’t compare to the fire in your heart, if you even have one.
Vox and you? Youre anything but for eachother.
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