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lawera-art · 2 days
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Hola!
I came back from my horribly hiatus just to bring this here because I'm obsessed with #radioapple
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xshines · 6 hours
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mizu x reader enemies to lovers
sry for being inactive, im lazy af; also i might continue this one
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Falling pieces of snow slowly began to cover the surface of the broken sword, thrown somewhere in the distance on the cold ground, no longer incapable of saving you. The cold snow slowly began to compact and melt beneath your shivering, warm body. The cold metal of your rival's sword blade hugs your thin neck. You dared to look up at her as she hovered over you, her expression blank. She finally has you. She looks at you lying so pathetically in front of her now. She squints those blue eyes of hers to scan you once again, your scratches, your torn clothes, a moment longer she lingers on your torn side, which stains your clothes and the snow beneath you with a dark crimson. But finally her eyes land on your face, finally able to take a closer look at the face of one that has been getting under her skin so much lately. Her enemy. Oh, how she hated you.
You know your fate very well, you are very aware of what is about to happen. Even though your body is shaking from exhaustion, from the snow and cold wind, you try not to show your fear. Despite your increasingly throbbing wound, you don't even hiss or whine. You're not asking for mercy. On the contrary, you frown and even give her that defiant look. Like you're daring her to cut your neck.
She hesitates, hesitates the longer she looks into those big eyes of yours. She has killed countless men, but their facial expressions were different, they were afraid, they were begging, they were screaming, asking for mercy. You are different. The sight of your helpless body, covered with blood dripping from your side, invokes sympathy and nostalgia in her eyes. For some reason, she finds in them a strange innocence that she herself was stripped of a long, long time ago. You look so soft. You look so pretty. “You’re so young…” her voice whispers while her eyes stare into your face. You could only wonder why she hadn't yet swung her blade and sliced your neck cleanly once and for all. "Does it matter now?" You answer in an equally quiet, hoarse voice. The cold wind blows strands of hair and sticks them slightly to your forehead.
Your words echoes in her head. You are brave. You haven’t shown fear nor pleaded for life, which makes her feel…something. You are strong. The cold blade still doesn't pierce the soft skin. "Why didn't you ask for mercy...?" She speaks quietly, only a silent breeze passes by, whispering snow in her hair. You are special. Not many survive an encounter with her, even those who have begged and fallen to their knees.
More and more you felt the blood flowing down your side, staining your clothes and coloring the snow. You just snorted at her question. Despite how much blood you've already lost, you still collect the remaining energy to growl in response. "I am not a dog. I'm not going to whine for mercy." You even dared to give her that determined look again.
All sorts of thoughts were running through Mizu's head now. She’s not afraid. She doesn't know her place. She's just like me. She lowers her katana. Her enemy is more than just an enemy.
"What are you doing?" The question falls from your lips as your eyes follow the blade as it moves away from your neck. „You should kill me.”
The moral monologue battles deep within Mizu. She still wants me to kill her. I should kill her. With the sound of the blade, Mizu raises her sword and returns it to its scabbard. Her gaze falters — a rare moment of weakness. "How old are you?" She steps closer as her voice echoes in the snow-covered landscape, while her blue eyes scan their enemy's body, taking in every tiny detail — bruises, scars, wounds. A glance at the blood that continues to seep down your side and stain the snow. An unexpected feeling, unknown to her, wells within her. An urge to protect this young person, as if you had reminded her of her younger self.
This sudden change in attitude surprises you. You swallow, gritting your teeth as you consider whether to answer the question or ignore it. After all, you no longer have a weapon, and even if you wanted to get up and run away, with this wound by your side, it wouldn't be difficult to catch up with you. "… 20." Mizu frowns when she hears the answer. She really is just like me. You are only a few years younger than her, but you have already chosen this terrible path of violence. “Stand up” she demands quietly. You look sharply at Mizu, as if trying to feel the catch. Slowly, you tuck your legs and push yourself up into a sitting position with your arms. You grit your teeth and widen your eyes as now your wound reminds you even more of its existence. After a moment of deep breaths, you gather yourself to get up. You'd rather bite your tongue than hiss in pain in the presence of your enemy, and finally you slowly, swaying slightly, stand in front of her.
Mizu’s gaze remains fixed on her rival, not taking her eyes off you for a single second. She sheaths her katana entirely, and a soft snow breeze fills her senses. The sound of snow crunching beneath her enemy’s feet resonates inside her mind, echoing inside of her heart. "What is your name?"
You think for a moment. You don't have the strength to think about why she's suddenly asking you so much information about you. The only thing you focus on is the throbbing pain at your side. "[Y/N]" You reply quietly, your head slightly bowed as you grab your side and try to apply pressure to your wound. “[Y/N]…” Mizu repeats after you. Her enemy’s name echoes in her mind, as if a whisper. The cold wind passes by, caressing her senses, touching her face with invisible fingers, carrying a hint of fresh winter air. Her blue eyes soften, as if looking at the most beautiful thing in existence. “Your name…is beautiful…" she sighs, unable to take her eyes off her enemy. “…like you,” Your face relaxed slightly at this sudden compliment. It's been a long time since anyone complimented you or your appearance. You opened your mouth as if you wanted to say something, but after a while you remembered the situation you were in and frowned again. She is your enemy. „Shut up” You groaned, unable to hold in the pain any longer. You lowered your head and clenched your eyes and teeth. When you looked at your hand, entirely stained with blood, you shuddered. Mizu watched your reaction very carefully. Deep down, she admired you for still having the nerve to tell her to shut up despite bleeding profusely and being on the verge of death. She's strong. She’s beautiful. “I’m taking you with me,” Mizu said sternly, as she approached you. She lifted you, her enemy into her arms.
Her closest enemy. Oh, how she adored you.
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"You look better, really."
"Yeah? Can't say the same about you."
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From: Klonoa Phantasy Reverie Series
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Draw your characters like this
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pdlcomics · 3 months
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natural enemies
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the-modern-typewriter · 4 months
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Hi! Would you be able to do a hero x villain scene with a villain that's used to trapping their opponents socially but the hero would rather just ignore that and punch them in the face, and the villain is kind of in love and kind of murderous?
The villain staggered back at the force of the punch with a groan of pain. They cupped a hand to their bloody nose.
The villain's various soldiers and lackeys immediately moved to restrain the hero.
"No." The villain held out their other hand. "No."
The lackeys froze, uncertain.
The hero, well-prepared for the possibility of fight, paused too. They shook out their fist, shoulders squared.
"Nice left hook," the villain said, straightening slowly. When they dropped their hand, the break had already healed, leaving only the blood.
"Fuck you."
"Yes, that might help your anger issues."
The hero scoffed. "I don't have anger issues, I just don't like being backed into a corner. I told you what would happen."
"Mm. That you did." The villain's head tilted. "Bold move."
"Clear communication. Do I need to do it some more?"
The villain grinned, letting their blood drip grotesque and feral across their teeth. They took a swaggering step forward, even as they neatly adjusted their outfit and rumpled hair back to the veneer of polite society. It didn't reach their eyes. Their eyes had that wild quality too, burning bright and fierce with something that the hero couldn't quite read.
"People generally prefer me when I keep things civil," the villain said. "It's neater. Safer for everyone involved."
"You mean, people normally cave because they're scared of you?"
"And you're not."
"If there's going to blood, let there be blood. I won't be bullied. Certainly not by the likes of you."
The villain laughed, a soft and rumbling danger. They swiped their tongue across their teeth, cleaning the blood away, and closed the distance with another step.
Apparently, they hadn't learned the dangers of getting too close.
The hero swung.
That time, the villain dodged, driving their knee deep into the hero's gut.
The hero doubled over, wheezing.
The villain caught a fistful of their hair, using the grip to smash the hero's face in one startlingly deft movement, before tipping the hero's head back before the blood splattered across the floor.
The whole room had gone quiet; focused in on the two of them. Someone had cut the music.
The villain grinned again. "So pretty."
The hero spat blood at them, but the villain didn't seem to mind. In the next instant, the hero had wrenched themselves free with an expert move.
The two of them circled.
The villain did not have a reputation for violence, or at least not for getting their hands dirty. They were a sleek monster, crafted of fine clothes and the clink of glasses and clever words in the shadowy backrooms that ruled the world.
"You're right," the villain said. "I do prefer less...crude games, than this. We're a civilized species. We should know better. Do not mistake my distaste for incapability, though."
The hero snarled. "Silvered words doesn't make what you do less ugly."
"A moral high ground doesn't make you less of a brute, gorgeous."
"I'm not a brute, you condescending-"
"-temper, temper." The villain's voice was a purr. "Have I struck a nerve?"
The hero lunged.
The villain dodged.
They circled again, more evenly matched than the hero had expected. They'd thought a hard hit, the possibility of real danger, would reveal the villain's sniveling heart. The cowardice at the core of so many powerful, evil people.
"You owe me an apology," the villain said. "I was having a perfectly lovely time. If you give me one now, like a good little hero, this doesn't have to get...unpleasant."
"Your face is unpleasant. Everything about you and what you do is unpleasant. I'd rather not lie."
The villain's eyes flashed, a mix of rage and desire. Then, their power lashed out. The windows shattered. People screamed. People fell.
The hero stared around the room, horrified.
"Far be it from me to deny a guest," the villain said, drawing their power back to themselves. "Let there be blood."
The fight escalated from there.
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stellarbook · 6 months
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Hero awoke to something warm dripping down their throat.
“Ack-!” Hero choked, spraying all over poor Villain who had attempted to spoon some medicine into their mouth during their slumber.
There were in a large, white canopy bed, with pillows that felt like clouds and bedding that was softer than down. Cream colored silk curtains were draped around the bed, partially blocking their view of the spacious room.
But even their luxurious surroundings didn’t help much with their injury. A deep gash, stretching from their rib cage to their hip, throbbed painfully as they moved.
Villain deadpanned, wiping the wasted medicine off their face with a handkerchief.
“Really, Hero. It’s almost like you were aiming for my mouth…”
Hero reddened, their cheeks turning into a scarlet shade as they sat up.
“Where am I…?”
“My lair, of course.” Villain replied blithely, their voice not nearly as condescending as it should’ve been.
Hero blinked, eyes rounding adorably. They hadn’t expected Villain’s lair to be so… elegant.
But- but that wasn’t important right now…!
“I’m… I’m leaving.”
Just as Hero turned to jump out of bed, Villain’s arm yanked them back, pulling them into their lap.
“Already?” Villain pouted mockingly, ignoring Hero’s indignant protests, hoarse and raspy as they tightened their grip around their waist. “You know, overworking yourself while injured is dangerous… why do you think I brought you here?”
“I don’t- need your help!” Hero’s voice cracked, their voice shooting up an octave higher as if proving Villain’s point.
“I doubt that.”
Villain raised an eyebrow, still holding the medicine with their free hand. They raised the bottle to Hero’s lips with an expectant gaze.
Hero hesitated, but once their eyes locked with Villain’s, they relented and drank.
The medicine was a violet shade, with a herbal scent and a bitter taste and slight notes of honey. Hero tried not to cringe as they sipped.
Once Hero was finished, Villain moved the silk curtains aside and set the cup on a birch wood nightstand, still keeping one arm wrapped around Hero’s waist.
As the medicine settled, the throbbing on Hero’s side dulled, much to their relief. Hero’s eyelids became heavy as well, a sense of drowsiness falling over their senses like a blanket.
Hero tried straining against Villain again, glaring up at them with all the menace of a wounded puppy.
“You never mentioned the side effects.”
“I didn’t?” Villain hummed lightly, pulling Hero closer and resting their chin on their head. “Too late now, I suppose.”
Villain’s warmth felt so… familiar. But Hero knew better. The same hands that had been pressed against their throat were now combing tenderly through their hair, untangling knots. The lips that were drawling out taunts only a day ago were now uttering sweet nothings, their warm breath ghosting against the shell of their ear. Their gaze, previously so sharp and dangerously calculating, were affectionate and gentle like a lover’s.
“Screw you,” Hero mumbled, making a last attempt of defiance.
“Screw me.” Villain agreed, their tone gently teasing as they pinched Hero’s cheek.
Hero let out a small noise of indignation, their head falling against Villain’s chest. Drowsiness soon overtook them as they drifted off to sleep in Villain’s arms, their erratic breaths turning into soft, steady snores.
Villain’s gaze softened, their fingers moving to brush a stray lock of hair out of Hero’s face to press a soft kiss on their temple.
The other villain that had managed to injure their Hero like this had been… sorted out, and Hero was now sleeping peacefully in their arms.
What more could Villain ask for?
RAHHH MY FIRST HERO X VILLAIN SNIPPET!! Prompts will be very much appreciated for hero x villain stuff as long as it’s not too freaky!!
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h-eavensnight · 8 months
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Leonard? Is that you?
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sg1-dannysworld · 2 months
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darkstalker-elise · 9 months
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"an environment where they are at peace"
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avolan-istair · 1 month
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The two, the gay, the friends
god, how much i relish every moment with him. An utter delight, i must say! NOT! every moment i am with this poor excuse for a friend i feel my vitality being drained by his utter pessimism and lackluster attitude.
He never even told us he experiences the horrors of all that mankind has known ever known every time he resists his, "illness," called "narcolepsy" or whatever
I mean, how could that even be real??? They made that up for the mysterious Benedict society, it's fiction!
i feel my body languish with his words, my spirit withering with his unpleasant beratement of my being, constantly lambasting my person!!!
xoxo
Avolan
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mrslankyman · 26 days
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Sinfully Gorgeous pt. 2
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Vox x (fem) over lord reader
Smut
Word count: 5K
Working on: Part 3
3 weeks. 
It had been 3 weeks since you shot that porno with Vox. So why in the HELL was everyone in HELL still raving over it?!
It wasn’t anything special.
It was a brand deal and that was it. It wasn’t like you knew it was going to be Vox. Valentino stated after the shoot he chose Vox since it would boost you both. Sure it did but at what cost?
Your phone was flooded with texts and emails from sinners asking if you and Vox were a thing.
Have you joined the Vees?
Were you and Vox fucking on the low?
How long were you two together?
All these questions were getting to your head and making you sick. 
You laid back in your expensive bed. The silky pillows that most sinners could never afford comforting your head. Phone in hand you scrolled through your feed. Vox’s news show popped. 
“Top of the hour sinners. Today we will be discussing the ongoing discussion that I and I'm sure our lovely {Y/N} is seeing too.” He clasped his hands together and turned to the screen in front of him that was showing photos of sinners questions.  
“Has {Y/N} joined the Vees?” He read aloud. “No she has not, though I would not be opposed to the idea.” He chuckled, sending a wink to the camera. 
You groaned and fast forward on the video stopping when a clip of the porno popped up on the screen. Curious of what he would say about it. You hadn’t talked to him since a day after that was filmed. 
“How did it feel to fuck the {Y/N}?” He chuckled as he read that aloud. A smirk crawled onto his face. “Well folks I’ll tell ya. It was better than any sex I myself have ever had.” He leaned forward covering half his mouth with the side of his hand. “A little secret for you all, she has the tightest pussy you’ll ever fuck in hell.” He laughed leaning back. “Yes folk it’s true she was definitely a virgin and safe to say I took that card from her.” His cocky laugh echoed in your head. 
He took your virginity? 
What was he a fucking idiot?
Embarrassing you on Hell's public news. 
You were not a virgin, far from it and for this cocky ass tv faced man to state he was the lucky one to take it from you made you seeth. 
You instantly opened up your messages and searched his name in your contact. Typing out a text. Fingers flying across the screen as anger edged in every digital word typed. 
{You}: who in the HELL do you think you are? Saying you took my virginity on the fucking news? Real mature of you. What the fuck are we teenagers in high school. If you ever fucking do something like this again I will make sure you and your little fucking news channel are never broad casted again. 
{Vox}: Wow, didn't suspect you to see it so soon. What's the matter, I was just messing around. I bet it was the best sex you’ve ever had, why not say your best was also your first? 
{You}:oh were cocky as fuck huh? You really think you were the best? Keep dreaming. 
{Vox}: I must have been something for you to go off script. 
{You}: fuck you, you went off script as well. 
{Vox}: oh you wanna fuck me again? Maybe I'll make it an even better time, we can make our own script. 
{You}: you know what I meant. Never fucking mention me on your little show again. It was a one time deal. 
{Vox}: aren’t you just a ball of sunshine. Whatever you say darling. I’ll erase that part of the segment from the show and their memories. 
{You}: good, the only time your fucking mind control has been used for an actual purpose. 
{Vox}: Or I can just keep it up. You know you’re not being very kind. 
{You}: oh fuck off this is hell. I don’t need to be kind to the man who just publicly embarrassed me. 
{Vox}: and the man who publicly pleasured you. 
{You}: just take it down. 
{Vox}: yes ma’am. 
You groaned and turned your phone off. Throwing it to the floor and laying down fully. Pulling the covers over your head and closing your eyes. Sleeping the anger and annoyance off. 
Your alarm buzzed in the morning. You groaned and woke up grabbing your phone from the floor and turning it off. But not before you saw the message from Alastor. 
“You’re a virgin?”
That fucker didn’t delete the segment!
You dashed around your house putting on an outfit and doing your make up the fastest you had ever. Your shoes were on in seconds and out the door you went. 
You called a cab and got in, instructing them to take you to the Vees tower. Of course you know the consequences of this.
Everyone would assume you were going to see Vox in a different way. When in reality his ass was going to get a fist in his screen. 
The cab dropped you off and you paid them before getting out. Marching up to the front of the building. A few people looked over. Snapping pictures and videos. You rolled your eyes and pressed the buzzer on the door. 
“Who is it?” Voxs voice played through the small speaker.
“{Y/N}.” The second you said your name the doors opened. You smirked slightly and headed inside jumping as the doors closed behind you harshly. 
“Vox! Where the fuck are you we need to have a talk!” You yelled walking around the lobby looking for any sign of him. Footsteps echoed down the hall and there he was. A smile on his stupid flat screened face. 
“Ah {Y/N} So nice of you to stop by-” You grabbed him by his suit's flaps and slammed him against the wall. A groan escaped his lips and his screen displayed a loading circle before his eyes came back. 
“You asshole, I told you to take that segment down!” You screamed in his face without giving a second to think. “Do you know who the fuck I am?! I will end you!” You leaned into his face. Your spit landing on his screen. He glared at you but on the inside he was loving the attention. 
Your hands on him was enough to make him melt. But he had to be sure not to display it too much. Or you’d let go and call him weird. 
“You can end me anytime you want.” His words were smooth and flirtatious. He obviously did not understand the gravity of the situation he was in. 
“You do not wanna fuck with me Vox.” You warned re-shoving him against the wall. He grunted and grabbed your arms. “You know I would love to fuck with you.” He chuckled, eyeing you with a smirk. “You little-” Your grip tightened on him getting ready to shove him again. 
“{Y/N}!” He yelled his right eye widening as he used his mind control on you. You froze your eyes going wide. Your grip on him faltered as you shook your head. The daze wears off. 
“Why don’t you calm down?” He offered, pulling your arms down from his suit. “Don’t use that fucking mind control shit on me.” You pulled your arms away from him. He sighed and rested his hand on his hips. “Yes ma’am.” His voice was full of annoyance now. 
“Delete the segment. That’s all I want. I’ll leave you alone and you do the same.” You held out your hand. “Deal?” You tilted your head, pink fire appearing around your palm. 
“No deals. I just promise I will. I’m no idiot. I know how you pull strings.” He pushed your hand away, the fire disappearing. You groaned and pulled your hand back. 
“Very well.” You nodded even though a part of you knew he would never take that segment down fully. 
“I’ll go delete it.” He fixed his tie, closing his eyes. “Good.” You said before a ding came from your phone. You held it up. “At Voxs darling?” Alastor had texted. A part of you hated Charlie for getting him onto this phone kick. He was so against technology until he was told he could text you whenever. 
Vox opened one eye as he heard the ding. He eyed you and read the text. The words Darling and Alastor made his circuits spark. Why in the hell did that old timey prick have your number? 
“I better leave before everyone in hell assumes we're seeing each other. I do not need that in my life.” You shoved your phone in your pocket. Looking up at Vox whose face had a rather.. Concerning smile displaying. 
He let out a laugh though it glitched. He stepped closer to you. His hand grabbed your arm pulling you to him. “Why the fuck is the radio demon texting you?” His voice deepened. Eyes squinting as he grabbed your phone from your pocket. 
“Hey!- what the fuck.” You squirmed in his grip. A tsk tsk came from him as he used his eye to unlock your phone. Reading you and Alastors messages. Anger surged through him as you both had been sending jokes about him. His grip on you tightened and he squeezed your phone in his other hand till it shattered into pieces. 
“Vox what the fuck!-” You watched as he broke your phone, your attention being snapped back to his face as he slammed you up against the wall this time. 
He laid his arm next to your head on the wall and his other hand gripped your neck.  
“I’m not taking the segment down. You wanna talk shit about me to that damn radio demon go ahead. I'll say whatever I want about you. You are nothing to me.” His words were low and strung out. His eyes were wide and red drool dripped from his mouth. Though his grip on your neck was tight it wasnt hard enough to really choke you out. 
That was one thing he did not want to do. 
He was pissed off but not necessarily at you. The idea that Alastor got more of your attention than him is what pissed him off. He knew it was such a stupid thing to be mad over.
But he wanted you. Even if he had to pretend he didn’t. 
Your eyes squinted and you squirmed under him. Truthfully he didn’t scare you. This position didn’t make you feel threatened, it made you feel.. Other things. 
In a dark and twisted way his anger really made you think of that shoot. How his hands gripped your sides and he’d moan before glitching out. 
“If you wanna scare me you’re gonna have to try harder than this.” You grabbed his face. Your hand pulling him closer. “Cause all I can think about is you glitching out before you cummed inside me.” Your words made his screen display a light shade of red. 
“I-”
“You want that again hmm?” You kissed his screen. “Want to feel my tight pussy as you said? I guess since it was the best I’ve ever had you’d think I would’ve been begging you for more.” You whispered, making your voice low and seductive. His grip faltered as his screen turned red. His eyes drooped as you talked to him sensually. 
“Too bad I wasn’t.” You cooed, kicking him in the crotch. He groaned and keeled over. Holding his crotch in his hands. “Fuck fuck fuck..” He groaned in pain as you stepped over him. 
“You owe me a phone.” You spat on his withering form and walked out.
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Safe to say he gave you a new phone. That part of the segment was erased. To your knowledge from the general public of hell. Knowing Vox he probably cut it from half the people's memories and kept it in the other to confuse them. 
What an ass hole. 
Today you were off to Alastor's radio tower. He wanted to have you on this new segment he was working on. Whatever that meant. 
You had made it to the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie showed you to Alastors tower. You thanked her and headed inside. He greeted you and showed you the different buttons and the mic. Getting you accustomed to the technology before having a seat with you. 
Not having a camera in your face was both relaxing and strange. This seemed more like a conversation you were having with a friend that just so happened to be recorded. 
“Today I am here with my dear friend {Y/N}.” Alastor spoke into his mic. Smiling your way as you said hello. 
“So why don’t you tell everyone what it’s like to be the fashion overlord?” He handed you his mic. Urging you to introduce yourself further. 
After the basic introduction was done he began to ask you questions. It slowly became clear to you what he was doing. 
“What is your opinion on Vox?” He smirked and leaned your way. That question made you groan.
“That man? Come now Alastor. You know he isn’t something to talk about.” You leaned back in your chair and your reply made Alastor chuckle. 
“Go on dear. Just tell us about him.” He leaned the mic closer to you. 
“Fine.” You took the mic and leaned up. 
“Vox is something. Not the kind of something you’d want either. He is terrible in bed.” You snickered at the idea that Vox would be listening to you. “Oh is he now? I do believe we all saw that video dear. It seems the opposite.” He eyed you a shit eating grin on his face. 
“That’s what a script is for.” You sneered. 
“There's a theory you went off script. After all that Valentino did post it.” He checked his claws smirking. 
You groaned as Alastor was just doing this to stir drama. He hated Vox but loved to mess with you. So he was playing both ways. 
“Anyways, besides that he is a prick and snoops on everyone. He is fucking insane but I suppose that’s why he’s here. If you are thinking about trying to get with that man please do so he will leave me alone.” You handed the mic back to Alastor. He was holding in his laugh. “Thank you dear for your lovely insight on that clout chasing mediocre video podcasts.” He ended the broadcast and sighed.   
About 4 hours after the broadcast a ding sounded from your phone. Either it was Alastor or some random person. 
You checked the message and groaned as the name displayed on your screen. 
Vox.
Of course. 
You slid open your phone and sat down on your couch to answer him. 
{Vox}: doing a broadcast with the radio demon to degrade me? Really. After you begged me to delete your segment.
{You}: what's the matter? Thought you liked being degraded 
{Vox}: I'm not doing this. I’m gonna have to make you understand. 
{You}: oh really? Why don’t you just face that you suck in bed and you suck even more as a person. 
{Vox}: I suck in bed? Oh sweet heart. I don’t believe that's what you truly think. 
{Vox has sent a video} 
You pressed play, wishing you didn’t as a clip from the porno played. You were riding him moaning his name and begging him to go faster. His fingers digging into your sides as he rammed into you on your command. 
{You}: have to give the audience what they want.
{Vox}: oh yeah? What if there wasn’t an audience? 
{You}: then none of that would’ve happened. I’d be as quiet as a mouse.
{Vox}: we’ll see about that. 
{You}: what's that mean? 
:seen 3 minute ago: 
“Bitch.” You turned your phone off and laid down on the couch. Letting your mind wander back to the shoot. Perhaps you did enjoy him a little more than you’d like to admit. But you’d never tell him that. Or anyone for that matter. 
It’s bad enough there were more theories going around on you two. How the hatred was an act so you could keep things private. How it was fake or just a stunt for money.
You’d let the public guess and argue over it. You had no intentions on stating anything as of yet. 
So not thinking much of anything you turned on your tv and sat back. 
You sat up a little as you tv went to static. A blue glow came from it after a moment and a shock wave burst from it. The room went black and then the tv turned back on. Vox stood in front of you. Blocking the tv from view. 
“What the- Vox what the fuck!” You sat up all the way as Vox stepped closer with a smile on his face. 
 “We don’t have an audience here.” He leaned down looming over you as. Leaning back into the couch you slowly smirked. “Oh is that so? You wanna see if you can really work your magic on me?” You teased him watching as his face grew more annoyed. 
“Yes I do.” He put a finger under your chin and lifted it up. “I wanna prove to you that going off the script was because I am good at what I do. Not because you wanted to promote your bullshit brand.” He chuckled and moved you down on the couch to a lying position. 
“Oh you really wanna prove a point? Then I'm gonna make mine. I bet you can’t make me make a single sound.” You snickered as he threw his hat off to the ground. 
“Fine but I'm gonna make you eat those words.” He leaned down and kissed you. You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth. 
He slid his tongue inside your mouth. You closed your eyes and let your tongues tangle together. 
His hand slid down your sides and grabbed your jeans. You didn’t make a noise, the only sound was your pants rubbing together as Vox began to grind against you. 
A part of you just wanted to give in. Let him take you and win. But the bitch inside you wanted to win to shove it in his face every day. So you suppressed your moans and pulled back from the kiss.
He stared down at you and smirked, “Come on.. Just a little peep.” He groaned and made a quick upwards motion with his hips. It felt good you wouldn’t lie. 
You shook your head and smirked though earning an annoyed groan from the man above you. “Good thing we just started.” His voice was low as he undid your pants and yanked them off with a swift movement. 
You stared up at him and smirked. He slid off his blazer and undid his tie. The only thing left was his striped shirt. 
You sat up and pushed him down instead. He looked at you confused before smirking. He liked this and he didn’t care if you didn’t care in the moment if you didn’t like him how he liked you. Any form of attention from you was good. 
The feeling of you sitting on his bulge made his screen glitch as a low moan escaped him. He wanted to hear your approving moans as well but you weren’t giving it to him. You just moved against him with the best poker face he had ever seen. 
“F- fuck..” His voice buffered as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off him slightly. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. 
“I’m gonna break you. Just you wait.” He clawed at the sides of your underwear. Breaking the thin fabric, grabbing them as they fell down. He tossed them to the side and looked at you.
You blushed. Thanking Lucifer a blush didn’t count as a noise. That action was pretty hot. The desire in his eyes shone through. He slid off two of his claws. Just as he did for the shoot.
He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked them. Red saliva littered them. You anticipated the feeling of them inside you. Trying to prepare yourself so you didn’t moan. 
But he didn’t just slide them in. He circled his fingers around your clit. 
Smirking as he saw you twitch. Biting your lip before going back to a straight face. 
“Oh come on. I almost got you.” He laughed and slid one finger in. Pushing it in and out before adding the second and curling them inside. 
He kept pumping them in and out at different paces trying to make you moan. Anything really. A small gasp or groan. 
He wasn’t given the pleasure. 
You just closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling. You hadn't met a man who could finger this good. He sure was something and you would love to keep this up. But his fingers just weren’t like his dick. Which was under you twitching and leaking pre cum. 
Just waiting for it’s turn inside. So you grabbed his wrist and he slid out his fingers. 
“Come on.. I’ll only give it to you if you beg.” He smirked and slid his finger down your slit teasingly. You shook your head. 
“Come on!” His voice statticed and he shoved his dick inside you. The amount of force you had to use to suppress your moan was astounding. 
He groaned as he noticed you didn't make a sound. 
“Fine, but I'm still gonna give you a damn good time. So you can’t say im shit at this.” he pulled out of you and flipped you over. Pushing you down under him. He wrapped your legs around him and slowly slid inside you again. Leaning his head back a quiet moan escaping his lips. 
You grabbed his shoulders and bit your lip. With each steady thrush the feeling of giving up echoed in your mind. It was starting to hurt holding in your noises. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth bared and red drool dripping from his mouth. Blue static came from him as soon as he picked up his pace. 
“F-f-fuck.. I fucking hate you.” He slammed into you and a quiet moan escaped your lips. 
His eyes shot open and he looked down at you. Your face was red and sweaty. You covered your mouth, a smirk displayed on his face.
“What was that?” He taunted and slid all the way out of you then back in. A quiet moan escaped your mouth again. 
“Yeah that's right, I knew you couldn’t last forever.” He chuckled, his cocky attitude back. He kept his thrush gentle and slow. You gave in and let your moans fill the room. Vox loved the sounds. All your attention on him every moan, grunt, and whimper from your mouth was for him. It made his dick even harder. “Vox..please.. Please I'm.. I’m almost..” You stared into his eyes on the verge of orgasm. 
“Go ahead, we’ll do it together darling.” He slid his hand down and circled your clit and thrusted into you on more time. His cum filling your inside as yours too gave way and hit your orgasm.
His screen glitched out and his voice buffered as he moaned your name. 
After you both came down from your highs you looked into his eyes. 
“I hate you.” You glared at him. 
“You may hate me but I know you love him.” He chuckled as he slid his dick out, rubbing it against your slit. Earning an annoyed groan from you. 
“This was fun. Good to know you enjoyed it.” He winked and stood up. Putting on his clothes. He walked down your hall. You groaned and looked down at the cum on your couch. Annoyed now. 
He came back with a damp towel. He pushed you down gently and cleaned you up. Then rubbed the excess off the couch. 
“Gotta keep my toy clean.” He pinched your face before sliding his claws back on. 
“Least you have decent manners.” You scoffed and sat up. 
“Of course.” He smiled and glitched out. Disappearing into the tv. The room went black before the lights turned on. 
You got dressed and sat on the couch. Embarrassingly repeating the way he moaned your name in your head over and over. 
Why did you let him win? 
Today was your and Alastors photo shoot. You were modeling Sinfully Gorgeous but just a few of the modest outfits. With Alastors old time camera it made things look more classy. So he had agreed to do a small shoot in your studio. 
He had arrived about an hour ago. He was all dressed up just waiting for you now. You had gone for an old timey style of makeup and hair. 
Walking out of your dressing room he looked over. His eyes widened and a pleasant smile erased the plain one. 
“You look lovely darling.” He titled his head. “Thank you. You look rather handsome yourself.” You complimented back, gaining a chuckle from him. 
“Shall we do this?” He stood up straight. “Yes.” You replied back heading over to the backdrop. It was plain white but it made the photos show up better.
You did a few different poses and outfits. Some silly and others professional. 
“Wait, I have an idea.” You smirked and Alastor looked at you with a confused smile. 
“Voxtek is sponsoring this shoot. Part of a contract deal after that shoot with Valentino. I made Vox sign a contract to sponsor whatever I want when I want since I had to.. Fuck him” You rolled your eyes. 
“Right.” Alastor chuckled. He knew better. You and that tv headed fucker for sure had something going on. But you were his friend so he wouldn't say his true opinion. Though he sure as hell did back at the hotel. 
“I know just the way to tick him off.” You smirked at him and he instantly knew what you meant. Loving the idea of pissing off Vox for fun. 
You did a few poses. Holding each other. Alastor dipping you and finally the ones that would piss Vox off the most. You knew Alastor wasn’t one for these types of things. Though he agreed he did not mind if it was just to piss off Vox. 
You had ordered your helpers to set up a chair. They did as asked and Alastor sat down.
“Go head darling. I wanna see the look on his face when he sees these.” You both laughed as you sat between his legs.
Alastor gripped your chin and turned your face to his. His smile on his face. Though it was a more intimate one. He sure played this well. You look into his eyes with as much passion as a smirk displayed on your face.
 The photo was taken and you stood up. Slinging your legs over Alastors lap, your assistant changed the camera's angle to get a side view. Alastor looked into your eyes. “Excuse me if I am not good at this.”He chuckled and you smiled. “It’s okay.” You both had a short laugh before getting ready for the photo. 
He closed his eyes and you leaned in. Pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back but he wasn't hesitant. He just wasn’t sure how to move his lips. You pulled away the second the photo was taken. 
“You aren’t terribly bad.” You joked, gaining an eye roll from him. 
The last photo was one of you both standing. Alastor kissed you one last time but in this one his eyes were looking at the camera. A bigger dig at Vox. 
“Thanks for helping me.” You thanked Alastor as you had gotten the photos ready to be sent out to Voxtek. “It’s not a problem. Anything for an old pal.” Alastor smiled as you both walked out of the studio. 
Vox sipped on his coffee until a ding came through on his screen. He flicked his finger and sent it to one of his monitors. He opened the email and sifted through the photos your team had emailed him. 
He groaned as it was you and Alastor. Pissed off that the radio demon was getting your attention now. 
His anger was pretty controlled till he got to the attachment labeled ‘surprise.’ 
A part of him hoped it was some sinful photos of you in your outfit. Though to his dismay it was not. 
He opened up the file with a smirk on his face only for it to be erased in a meer second as his eyes landed on you and Alastor kissing. He gripped his desk claws digging into it. Leaving a mark. 
He groaned and looked at the next photo. Alastor kissing you and eyeing the camera with that smug grin tugging on his lips. He screamed and slammed his fist into the monitor, cracking it and causing the screen to glitch out. 
The monitor turned off as he kept punching it. His screams and groans of anger echoing through the room. 
“The fuck is your problem?!” Velvette asked as she slammed open the door. 
Vox turned around to look at her. A deranged smile on his face as his eye twitched. 
“Set up my showroom. If this bitch wants to play dirty we’ll play dirty.” He pulled his hand out of the monitor watching as his blood trickled down his arm.
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he is still the man i remember from younger, happier days — who was my friend — and yet... none of that matters anymore, does it?
(anne magill’s painting - tonight i'm someone else by chelsea hodson, essays. - the script of x-men origins, magneto. - piece made by @spleenflower on twitter - the ideal husband, by oscar wilde - famous blue raincoat by leonard cohen - dante et virgile, 1850, bite, by william-adolphe bouguereau along with the quote from intimacy by hanif kureishi - the script of x-men, days of future and past.)
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