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Dancing in Red
❤️ Vox Akuma x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.
✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, NSFW 🔞, semi vanilla, light dirty talk, & multiple rounds
✦ — Word count: 13k+ | Ao3
Intimate moments with your demon lover, Vox Akuma, weren’t far between. Him being as affectionate of an individual as he is. The two of you have been dating for a while, yet you haven’t tried taking anything further in your relationship.
That may change when you ask to visit his home for the first time.
Mod S 👿: There needs to be more soft Vox, so I’ve taken matters into my own hands. Enjoy this 13k mountain of softness and smut.
Reference for his room, and we semi-reference the first few minutes of his first date scenario.
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The trees and scenery around you passed in a blur as you drove down the long road. “Come on, me.” Your grip tightened around the steering wheel. “Don’t be so nervous. Your boyfriend has invited you over to his house for the first time. No need to panic.” It took a few moments before your own words seemed to process in your head. “Oh god–” Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “I’m going over to his house for the first time!” Quickly and carefully, you pull over to the side of the road, putting the car into park so you could get your breathing under control. Once you start to calm down, you can’t help but chuckle at yourself. Putting the car back into drive, you continued on your way.
Although slightly ridiculous, you felt valid in your feelings of nervousness.
Vox Akuma, voice demon and clan leader of the former Akuma clan, was your boyfriend. As fierce as he is as a demon, he still manages to maintain an incredibly soft and comforting demeanor. Always the first to give encouraging words to those he cares about. When you think about it, it was truly inevitable that you’d fallen for him all those months ago.
The previous times the two of you had spent time together, it was either out in public or in the comfort of your own home. When you had questioned him about it, the demon had explained that he’d wanted you to be comfortable and feel safe when you were together. As a result, you had never visited his home before; waiting till he knew you’d be comfortable. It hadn’t been until last week when you breached the subject that he knew for sure. Asking if he would be okay with you finally gracing his home. Vox seemed ecstatic at the idea, giving you a designated hour and everything. Said he needed time to make his house as welcoming as possible for you. The concept was incredibly sweet, which only caused the butterflies in your stomach to double.
You took in one final deep breath as you watched his house come into view. Even from a distance, you could tell the building was very intricate on the outside. A large garden encompassing the front with a lovely bench placed on his front porch. It was very traditional Japanese in appearance. Which made sense, of course, with him originally hailing from Japan. Though you still couldn’t help but think it was immensely fitting. Parking your vehicle in the driveway, you text Vox about your arrival. Sliding your phone back into your pocket and exit the car, locking it as you make your way up to the front door.
As you approach the door, your hand raises, fully prepared to knock when the door suddenly opens. Your eyes widen slightly as you watch your demon lover casually lean against the door frame; almost like he had been waiting for you. A gentle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, eyes dancing with delight. “Hello love, I hope the drive here wasn’t too hectic.” His voice was deep and smooth like always, but there was a sweetness in his tone that he reserved only for you. Vox opens the door wider, stepping aside so you have room to enter his home.
The surprise melts away quickly as you offer him a smile, shaking your head fondly. “It was a pleasant drive, actually. The forest on the way here is very pretty.” You stepped inside as you spoke. After shutting the door, he helped you remove your coat, hanging it on the coatrack beside the door. Slipping your shoes off before setting them away, out of the way next to the door as he responds.
“I’m glad it wasn’t a hassle. I admit, one reason I was hesitant to invite you is because my home is fairly out of the way.” He reached out to place his hand gently on your arm, silently asking you to follow him. You give him another smile in silent acceptance, allowing him to guide you further into his home as you continue to converse.
“Well, since you make the effort to come all the way to my house, I should make the effort to come to see you as well. It’s a two-way street Vox.” He smiled at you so warmly that you swear you felt the heat radiate onto your face. Or maybe that was just you getting flustered. Unable to hold his gaze, you look away bashfully. Vox can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He had merely smiled at you and you were already embarrassed. ‘Utterly adorable,’ he thought to himself.
However, instead of teasing you about it, as he typically would, he just leads you to his living room. As this was your first time here, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, taking in all the furniture and decor. It wasn’t long before you noticed that he had two mugs, presumably with tea, sitting out on the coffee table. Ready for both your enjoyment as they steamed lightly. What truly caught your eye, though, was the controllers next to them.
Unable to help yourself, you playfully roll your eyes. “I didn’t think you were gonna invite me over just to kick my ass, babe.” Your lips twitch as you attempt not to smile, keeping your fax seriousness. “That’s pretty ruthless.”
Vox pauses before chuckling, shifting his hand from your arm to lightly pat your shoulder. “It’s only me kicking your ass if you suck today~,” He only laughs harder as you turn to pout at him.
“You’re lucky I like you.” You grumble, lightly smacking his arm.
“Yes, I’m very lucky indeed.” He leaned over to plant a small peck on your temple. His giggling picks back up when you make a sound equivalent to a keyboard smashing. With an embarrassed huff, you quickly stride toward the couch and drop down on it. God, he can be so infuriating. This can’t be good for your heart. As you reach for one mug, Vox takes a seat beside you, making himself comfortable. He picks up his mug, taking a drink before speaking again. “Don’t worry about being bad at any of the games we’re playing.” He takes another sip before looking over at you with a teasing smirk. “If I really wanted to teach you a lesson, I’d have put in ‘Smash’.” He sets his mug back down on the table before picking up the controllers.
Setting your mug down, you accept the controller he offers to you. “If you did, I would think I had done something wrong.” Both of you laugh at that. As he gets the system set up, you take the opportunity to settle further into the couch. With a tilt of your head, you watch him for a moment before asking, “So… what are we playing? We rarely play co-op games.”
Before he could answer, the game popped up on the screen. ‘Clubhouse Games’. A decent collection of some classic games. Vox leans back with you, slightly scooting closer to you as he did. “I’ll let you pick the games. I just want you to have fun while you're over here.” You couldn’t help the way your expression softens, yet another smile tugging at your lips. He was so sweet. Even when he teases you, he wants to make sure that you were still having a good time. Not that this was abnormal behavior for your boyfriend. No matter how much he teased, taunted, or egged on those he was close to, he never wanted to push to a point where any of you were genuinely not enjoying yourselves. Not for the first time, the nagging thought prodded at your subconscious that you had yet to find a way to repay him for all the kindness he has shared with you.
Though knowing the demon as you do, he’d likely say your company was repayment enough. Some way or another, you would still find a way to return his love in full.
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Time passes quickly as the two of you have fun. Neither of you realize how late it was getting; the room getting darker as evening crept around the corner. Your only indication of the time is when your phone alarm sounds, causing the two of you to pause. You finish stretching before leaning down to retrieve your phone. Sitting in the same position for so long has started to cause your back to ache. It’s only when reading the time on the alarm that you realize how late it’s gotten. “Oh, crap…” You had set an alarm reminder for when you should probably leave. You still had a work-related project to finish. Even though there was still a lot of time before it was due to turn in, you wanted to finish it quickly so you could spend your time on other things. Turning off the alarm, you couldn’t help but feel this sinking sensation in your heart. ‘I… I don’t want to leave yet…’ you thought with a sigh. A warm hand resting on your shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Everything okay, love? Is it for something important?” His golden eyes were warm, yet you could tell he was thinking the same as you. Vox didn’t want you to leave either, which only made the decision to leave harder.
“It’s fine. I had set that for a work thingy. So I should… probably go soon. I still gotta cook something for dinner and then–” The more you thought about work, the tenser you got. You had so much to do and, jeez, you just did not want to do it. Not today. Why did you constantly try to make yourself as busy as possible?
Vox could feel the way your shoulders tensed beneath his hand. Shifting his hand from your shoulder to your arm, he began rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. “My dear, you know better than anyone that I can make you dinner. Not an issue at all. Plus, if I’m being frank with you…” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “I don’t want you to depart just yet. And,” he brought his other hand up to caress your chin, gently coaxing you to look at him, “I don’t think you want to either.”
Your lips trembled slightly as a lump formed in your throat. Exhaling, you avert your eyes from him. “Your way too good at reading me,” you sigh, albeit fondly, “but yeah I… I don’t wanna go. Not yet. I mean, I gotta milk how comfy your furniture is before I leave.” You joke in hopes of stopping the butterflies ever-rising in your stomach from how naturally romantic he is. His gaze was already fairly intense on a normal basis – maybe that just comes with being a demon – but it always caused you to feel a mixture of emotions.
Vox smiles and removes his hands from you, turning to collect your mugs. As he stands from the couch, he lingers, tilting his head as he looks over at you. “You know,” He seems to hesitate for a second, wetting his lips before continuing, “I wouldn’t mind you staying the night. Like I said earlier, my house is fairly out of the way. I don’t want you stressing yourself while driving so far when it’s pitch black.” There's a slight shift in his expression. His eyes lidded as his lips quirked in a faint smirk. “My bed is enormous enough for two.” His tone shifted with his last sentence. If you had thought longer on it, you likely would have caught on to the implications of his words. Yet, you were too worried about inconveniencing him to pick up on it.
“Oh Vox, I couldn’t–I don’t want to–” He gently interrupts before you could speak any further.
“Love, it’s okay. If it was inconvenient, I would just drive you home myself. I’m okay with you staying in my home.” Mouth opening and closing a few times, you can’t think of a solid argument. You huff, unable to stop yourself from pouting up at him. The demon chuckled at your expression, eyes filled with love. “If you’d like–” he gestures towards the corridor– “you can go rummage through my closet for some clothes to sleep in. I’ll get started on a quick meal for us.” Still unable to verbally respond, you give him a nod before scurrying your way to his room.
Though not even a second later, you re-entered the room. “Umm… which one is your room?” The laughter that pulled from Vox was boisterous. Once he gives you the directions, you make a hasty retreat.
As soon as you reach the room, you can’t help but stare in awe. It was a very beautiful, somewhat traditional, room. The floor was covered in a nice dark wood that reflected the few beams of sunlight that managed to sneak in with the setting sun. Your eyes can’t help but travel to the slightly elevated part of the room where a large pristinely made bed sat, tatami mats covering the surrounding floor, sliding doors able to hide the area from view. Taking a deep breath, you noted the scent of lavender and leather was much more prominent here than throughout the rest of the house. The sophisticated state of his room caused you to feel a twang of embarrassment over the times he’d seen your room in its occasional hazardous state.
Shaking the thought away, you maneuver your way toward Vox’s closet and drawers. Finding a fair-sized red hoodie and some shorts that were adjustable by a drawstring you could wear. Moving to his bathroom, you quickly change your clothes. Folding up your clothes, you set them aside on the counter before moving on to wash up. Once finished, you head back out to meet Vox in his dining room, where he was already serving the two of you dinner.
Sensing your arrival, golden eyes flicker up to greet you. However, it takes him a solid moment and a double-take before he fully takes you in. His eyes slowly trail over your body. Seeing you in his clothes affected him in a way he hadn’t truly prepared for. It wasn’t even in a lustful way. Seeing you move around his home, in his clothes as he prepared a meal for you… it felt so utterly domestic and his heart swelled with love. ‘Someday,’ he told himself, pushing those thoughts back for now. But someday? He would love nothing more than to make this permanent.
Blinking himself out of the slight daze he’d fallen into, he realized you were still standing in the doorway, shifting on your feet. His staring made you feel a bit embarrassed. With a soft chuckle, he gestured you into the room with a smile. “Sorry, love, you just look really cute in my clothes.” For a second, you could have sworn his expression changed. Yet, once you blinked, it was back to his gentle smile.
Clearing your throat, you finally move further into the room and take a seat before ducking your head to hide your sheepish expression. “U–um, the food looks really good, Vox.” The demon's smile grew at your praise as he took his seat across from you. “Thank you for the meal. Let’s eat!”
The pair of you eat silently at first, enjoying the food. Yet it’s not long before you start looking around, as though looking for something. Vox notices this, cocking a brow at you. “Something the matter, love?”
“Nothing wrong, just,” you sit back fully in your seat with a confused tilt of your head. “I’ve been here a couple of hours. Is Onigiri out today?”
Vox makes a sound of understanding before explaining, “Oh no, he’s actually gone home this month. Spending more time with his wife.”
“Aww, that makes sense.” You can’t help but smile at your next thought. “At least he gets a break from you, then.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He scowls at you, except you can see the corners of his lips twitching. “In reality, I’m the one getting a break from him!” Your bright laughter fills the room.
The tension you had been feeling before faded as the pair of you have a pleasant conversation, enjoying your meal. Once finished, you help Vox with the dishes before moving back to the living room and reclaiming your spot on the couch. He joins you not a moment after, flicking through Netflix for something to watch. You let him pick what to put on as you leaned into his side. You were positioned somewhat awkwardly; feeling unsure about fully cuddling into him. You don’t know if it was because of your embarrassment or just wanting to be considerate and not cling to him if he needed to get up. Ultimately, you didn’t have to worry about it for too long. Feeling the weight of Vox’s arm shift around you, his hand lightly clasping the shoulder not already pressed against him. When you don't pull away, he pulls you further into his side, allowing you to feel just how warm he is. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you all but melt into his side. Basking in his warmth. Feeling extremely satisfied, Vox can’t help but press a light kiss on your head. The hand still on your shoulder runs soothingly over the fabric of the sweater– his sweater.
“You know,” your gaze shifts to find him already watching you, “you do look good in my sweater.”
“Mmm, it is very comfy. I might just steal it from you.” You joke; though you are a little tempted by the thought.
“Cheeky brat.” He mutterers with a fond roll of his eyes.
The two of you remain like that for a while. Snuggled against each other, silently taking comfort in each other's presence. Gradually, you can feel your attention shift from the TV to the demon beside you. Looking up at him slowly, you take in every feature of his face as his focus remains on the TV. Your mind drifts back to thinking of ways you could potentially thank him for loving you as he does. It might seem silly, and you know he would gently scold you for thinking you needed to replay him for such a thing. But you wanted to. The only problem is that there isn't anything you could physically do right at this moment.
Or at least that’s what you thought until an idea popped into your head.
Of the two of you, it was normally Vox who instigated physical affection. It wasn’t that you didn't want to; it was just that your embarrassment and nervousness more often than not overruled your wants of affection. Except tonight, you wanted to change that.
Feeling the heat of your gaze on him, he turned his head to meet your eyes. “Is something wrong, love?” As he spoke, you couldn’t help but let your gaze trail from his golden eyes down to his lips. Vox caught onto that immediately. Testing the waters, he intentionally wets his lips and feels incredibly amused as he watches you grow more flustered. The corners of his mouth twitch in a smile, bringing you back up to his eyes.
“Uh–umm, well I–” You cleared your throat, your attention subconsciously trailing back towards his lips. This time, his lips fully curl into a smile. The hand on your shoulder shifts down to your waist. The motion makes you feel even more bashful.
It’s not as if you haven't kissed before. You’ve done it multiple times. When he visits you. When you separate for the evening. Sometimes he’ll just be feeling affectionate and give you a random peck while the two of you are spending time with each other.
Except, this time, it felt different.
Raising one hand, you gently place it on his chest. The house was silent aside from the comforting white noise of the TV and the sound of your pulse rushing through your ears. Sitting up slightly, you slowly start inching your face closer to his. It’s clear what you want to do, and he’s not pushing you away. Except it seemed like he still wanted to tease you just a bit more. His eyes remained open, staying fixated on you. The expression on his face says, ‘ask me,’ which only causes you to feel more flustered. “Are you…” your voice is barely above a whisper, soft breath fanning against his lips. “Are you gonna close your eyes?” The words are shaky as they leave your mouth. You could feel his laughter more than hear it with the hand you still had resting on his chest.
“Not until you ask me, sweetheart.” His eyes are half-lidded as he peered at you. His gaze filled with love, but once again, that certain emotion you still couldn’t quite pinpoint. The look he’d given you multiple times throughout the day. More prominent now than ever.
He was messing with you again, the tease. You can’t help it when your lips purse into a small pout, but huffing in resignation nonetheless. “May I kiss you… please?” Pushing your face closer with the last word, hoping to entice him out of teasing you further. Your half-lidded gaze pleaded with him to finally let you connect your lips.
Vox chuckles, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek. His voice lowering an octave as he spoke softer. “Of course you can, darling.”
Finally, with permission, you softly plant your lips onto his with the lightest touch, closing the distance. You were still feeling a bit hesitant; not usually the lead in kisses. Vox, however, was calming you down with the circular motions his thumb was making along your cheek. Feeling a bit bolder, you push your lips a little firmer against his. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss as your hand slid up from his chest to his neck. Vox kissed back with the same enthusiasm, yet you could tell that he was fully letting you control the kiss. His motions do not pursue anything more than what you initiate. And you’re grateful for that.
Pulling back after a moment, you drink in the much-needed air, feeling a bit breathless. A mix of embarrassment and intoxication flutters in your chest over just how nice Vox’s lips felt against yours. With your hands still on him, you could feel the way he was also breathing a bit heavier than before. You dare to glance at your boyfriend's expression, only to find his intense gaze already focused on you. Neither of you dared to move. Hands remain firmly on the other, not wanting to pull away fully. A collective thought rang through both of your minds.
‘I want more.’
Moving forward once more, you felt more confident in kissing him this time. He let out a deep sigh of contentment as he moved the hand on your cheek down so that both of his hands rested on your waist. Pulling you closer to him as he fully turned towards you, wanting you pressed against his chest. You also made an effort to get closer as the kiss grew more heated. Both your hands moved to caress his face. Wanting, needing his lips to be connected to yours. It became a priority higher than breathing. Yet you still didn’t feel like you were close enough. Shifting your weight around, you moved your legs, so you were in his lap; effectively straddling him. Being in such a daze, it had yet to dawn on you that you were now making out – Vox’s tongue making itself at home in your mouth.
However, you're abruptly broken from your subconscious state when a whine tears itself from your throat. Frantically pulling away, you cover your mouth as you stare wide-eyed at your boyfriend before darting around the room in a flustered panic. Desperately thinking of an explanation before you heard Vox chuckle, your gaze was drawn back to him. His cheeks were a light dusting of pink, and his lips were moist and red from your previous make out. When you locked eyes with him, you caught sight of that emotion again. And finally, the dots connect and you swallow hard. Lust.
One of Vox’s hands shifted from your waist to your thigh. Sliding ever so slowly inwards towards a very dangerous place causing you to shiver. In anticipation – and panic. Your eyes dart towards the spot as one of your hands jumps to stop him. Immediately, his hand froze in place, and his expression shifted to concern. Removing his hands from you completely, he meets your gaze while apologetically asking, “I’m sorry love, am I moving too fast?” Except you can’t retain eye contact, dipping your head toward your chest. He moved his head forward to try to catch your eyes with his, hoping to get a read of your expression. It didn’t help much though, as you’d shut your eyes tightly. Too embarrassed to look at him.
“U–um yes, but no–I mean–” Your eyes open only to fixate on your hands as you fidget with them between your bodies. With a sigh, you try to swallow around the lump that had formed in your throat. Yet it still doesn’t stop your words from coming out a bit wobbly. “I’ve–uhh, never done anything like this before, so umm..”
Vox looked a bit confused, raising an eyebrow in question. “You’ve never made out with someone before?”
“Umm no, not that! I–uh, I’ve never…” You huffed at your inability to speak properly and quickly blurted out your next words. “I’ve never had sex before.” You were met with silence. The only sounds filling the room was your combined breathing and the no longer comforting white noise of the TV. Your eyes shut once more as you braced yourself for something. Anything.
Realistically, you knew Vox wasn’t going to make fun of, or degrade, you for being a virgin. Except your anxiety was begging to convince you he’d be disappointed. I mean, he’s a 400-year-old demon. It’s practically inevitable that he’s had partners before that were way better at this than you. You just didn’t want him to have a bad time. You heard a huff from him and almost deflated on the spot. Yet you weren’t expecting what came out of his mouth next.
“Darling, look at me…” Vox gently raises his hands to hold your face, guiding your head to look directly at him. Blinking your eyes open, your breath nearly hitching in surprise. You feel a swell of emotions build up within you at the sheer amount of love you see in his eyes. “I know what your brain is doing. I am not disappointed that you have no experience.” He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs and you put your hands on top of his, wanting the comforting feeling to stay. “I just wish you had told me a bit sooner. We could have had a whole conversation about what to do when you felt ready. If you ever feel ready.” He shrugged his shoulders as he continued. “If sex was not something you wanted, it would not make or break our relationship. I am more than capable of taking care of my own needs.” He laughed lightly, trying to lift your mood.
You take in a shaky breath, trying to calm your emotions. Though your eyes well with tears, you smile at him. He was so perfect for you and to you. Who knew a demon could be a better partner than most humans you’ve met. “I’m sorry, I really should have told you earlier...” Your eyes drift away for a second as you collect your thoughts. “I guess I just felt slightly embarrassed. Especially since I wouldn’t know where to start asking… I’ve never really had anyone I could talk with about it before.” The last part is spoken more so to yourself.
“It’s alright, love. Remember, you can talk to me about anything. There are no stupid questions in this matter.” He shifted the both of you slightly. “Here, lay back with me. We can just chill for the rest of the night.” He starts to remove his hands from your face. But, with your hands still covering his, you swiftly keep hold of them. Vox looks back at you with confusion, tilting his head slightly to express his feelings.
You can feel a lump in your throat but are determined in your feelings, wanting to be honest with him. “Vox, I–” The way your heart pounded so fast in your chest, you swear Vox could hear it himself “I’m ready now,” He looked at you seriously, pulling his hands away to place them on your shoulders.
“Are you sure? Don’t feel like you have to just because we got heated earlier.”
“I’m sure, I promise.” You tilt your head, pressing a kiss on the palm of his hand as your eyes remain locked with his. “I’ve been thinking about it for a hot minute, but like I said earlier… I just… I didn’t know how to ask.” Vox didn’t say anything else, but you could see the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. He lets you go so he can reach over and turn off the TV. You were about to ask what he was doing, but squeaked suddenly when you felt his large hands on your ass. You’d all but forgotten that you were in his lap. He stands from the couch, causing your arms and legs to wrap around him in paranoia. He can’t help but chuckle at your cute reaction. The demon starts walking down the hall, taking the same route you did earlier, and it only takes you a second to realize he was taking you to his bedroom. You could feel heat begin to well up in your stomach.
Vox set you down as soon as he entered his room, closing his door behind the both of you. “Sit on the bed, love. I have a few things to say before we do anything further.” Confusion washed over your face, but you did as you were told. Moving across his room and past the sliding doors before making yourself comfortable on his plush bed. There's a subtle tension in your body as you watch him remove his suit jacket and put it on a dresser before rolling up the sleeves of his maroon dress shirt. Not really understanding why; you felt the heat between your legs flare up as you watched him, causing you to clench your thighs together.
The demon then proceeded to make his way toward you, sitting so close to you that his thigh brushed against yours. His hand rests on your shoulder before sliding down your arm to turn you slightly toward him. These soft touches weren’t helping your already hormonal brain from imagining all the things his hands could do to you. However, you take a deep breath and try to remain as calm as possible as he begins to speak once more.
“Alright, first things first, love. I need you to tell me how much you know about safe words and the color system.”
“Uh,” your mouth shuts as you think it over. “Well, I know safe words are meant to be like a hard stop. The color system is like the traffic lights, right?” Vox nods his head at your words.
“Yes.” His tone was firm but still caring. “These are verbal ways for the Dom, or person leading, to gauge how their partner is doing without having to break out of a scene. Green is an ‘I’m okay’ or ‘I’m good to continue’. Orange works for a variety of things, but it still stands for ‘slow down, check in’.” He brings the hand on your arm up to your head, softly petting your hair, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible as he continues. “And as you said, red and safe words are for all play to come to an immediate stop. Aftercare should be immediately initiated, and at some point, there should be a discussion about what went wrong.” His free hand reaches up to caress your face. “Never hesitate to say red, or to use your safe word. Understood?” Immediately, you nod.
“Now,” he continues, “because this is your first time I will be taking the position of Dom.” Your mouth opened at that, however, you quickly shut it again. Untimely it would be for the best; knowledge from the internet does not equivocate experience in real life. “And because we haven’t had a chance to talk about this more in-depth beforehand, we’ll just stick to the color system for now. We will discuss safe words in the future. Now, Darling, do you know what a non-verbal queue is?”
“Well,” your head tilts to the side in thought, “I assume it’s a non-verbal… safe word?”
Vox smiles and places a kiss on your forehead. “Exactly love. It’s one of the best ways for you to communicate with me just in case–” he pulls back just enough for you to see a mischievous smirk curling at his lips– “I fuck you so good that you can’t speak.” You can’t help the immediate reaction of sputtering at his wording, your eyes widening as you try to look anywhere but at him. Even when explaining serious things, he just can’t seem to hold back from teasing you – the motherfucker. After a moment, Vox cleared his throat, steering you both back on topic. “Usually it's a certain number of taps with two or three fingers. At least that’s the most common one. You could also tell me to watch for a pattern, such as you clenching and un-clenching your fist, or you could blink rapidly.” Vox glided his hand from your hair, this time moving to hold your hand. The feel of his big palm enveloping yours was a desired comfort. “What would you like to use, my dear?”
Taking a moment to think about it, your free hand subconsciously begins tracing the structure of his hand wrapped around your own. Still a bit unsure, you sit up straight and hold up your hand, your fingers mimicking what you were saying. “I’ll hold up three fingers and tap you three times. Is anywhere on the body alright or should it be more specific?” You were still a bit nervous, your voice wavering at your last word. Though Vox answers you with another kiss on your forehead.
“That’s perfect, love. Now with that out of the way…” He releases your hand and moves it to rest on your back. You’re not confused for long, as he repositions himself before softly urging your body to lie back, sinking into the soft sheets beneath you. His body hovers over yours as one hand presses firmly on the mattress beside your head and the other slides out from under your back, making way to the buttons on his shirt. “I’d really like to indulge in your body and show you the pleasures you’ve been pining for.” The demon licks his lips sinfully slow, maintaining eye contact with you as he does, desire fully prevalent in his eyes.
You almost feel yourself explode on the spot, averting your eyes quickly as if his gaze itself would eat you up if you kept looking. This didn’t help how horny you already were. If your thighs were pressed together any tighter, you swear your legs would fuse into one. He finished unbuttoning his shirt with ease, chest becoming exposed to you fully. Your hands twitched forward before hesitating with embarrassment. Vox noticed this, his deep chuckle sending shivers down your spine.
“It’s okay, you can touch me, baby.” His hands guided yours to his pecs, letting you feel the warmth of his skin and the quick beating of his heart. Enraptured, your hands moved over his chest with a feather-like touch, drawing out a satisfied hum from him. He lowered his face closer to yours, causing you to grip his chest as he drew closer before he captured your lips in a kiss. Lips moving against each other in such a way that drew a soft sigh from you. When he tried to pull back, you could help but follow, causing him to smile. “You have no clue what you do to me, love…” Vox’s words came out in a low whisper, almost breathless, before he kissed you again.
Releasing another satisfied sigh against his lips, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The smacking of your lips together only adds to the intensity, his tongue wasting no time in entering your mouth. Vox tasted immaculate to you – unsure if this was a normal demon trait or simply just your extreme attraction to him. Sliding your hands from his chest to his back, you pull him in closer; needing him closer. This drove another airy laugh from him as his hands finally graced you with a more intimate touch. One reached under his hoodie you were wearing, making its way to your bare chest. The other tugged at your shorts, to which you lifted your hips just enough for him to pull them down.
In between the passionate moving of your lips and tongues, Vox spoke up, his tone husky. “You can be a bit more greedy, love.” The hand on your chest fondled you, his fingers gracing your nipple. You let out a sharp gasp, hands balling into fists against his back. He leaned closer to your ear, breath tickling you with the warmth. “I want you to show how much you want me. I may be leading this, but this is your first time.” He follows his words with kisses down your neck, occasionally leaving nips that make you whine.
‘This man is way too good at riling me up, jeez.’ Your hands moved from his back to the front of his shirt, wanting it off so you could see all of his torso. He seemed to get the signal as you felt him smirk on your neck. He pulled back from you entirely, sitting back on his knees as he lets his shirt slide off his shoulders. You take this opportunity to remove his your hoodie, having some slight difficulty as your eyes are glued to his motions. ‘Why does him taking off his shirt look so hot?!’ You take a deep breath as you get the hoodie off; only your underwear remains.
Vox takes you in as you lay before him, completely intoxicated by your entire being. Every little noise you’d make when he touched you, the way your eyes fixated on him anytime he did something. It was truly a wonder you hadn’t noticed the bulge in his pants. To be fair, he could practically feel your shyness radiating off you, preventing you from making any bolder moves. But he’d help you overcome that. He shifts forward for his hips to press and grind into you, smirking when he hears you gasp. Vox slid one of his hands to grasp the underside of your thigh, drawing it up to press the apex of your sexes even closer together. You reach a hand up to tangle in the base of Vox’s hair, slightly tugging at the strands as your hips twitch forward with his guidance. He laughs teasingly at your reaction, continuing to rub his hips against you as his bulge glides against your most sensitive parts, causing you to moan and gasp. It felt so different. So new. This was unlike anything you’ve ever done in an attempt to pleasure yourself. Physically feeling another person against you was way better than anything you’d imagined or could have tried to replicate.
Vox leans down to attend to your neck again, biting and sucking with the intention of leaving hickeys. Finally, you decided to take his advice and be greedier. Slowly, you start to push back against him, rutting your hips in time with his rubbing. The friction causes him to groan in satisfaction as you let out your own pleasurable sigh. Taking your free hand, you slide it down his chest, making way to the hem of his white dress trousers. You were in your underwear, so it would only be fair for him to match you. With slow movements, you unbuttoned and unzipped him, your hand skimming over his bulge as you do so.
Letting out a breathy moan of his name as he bit down harder at your boldness. “Vox–” You palmed at him, curiosity taking the majority of your thoughts. You wanted to taste him. If you could even fit him in your mouth, that is. He felt pretty large, and you had never attempted to try on anything before; much too embarrassed. He pulls back from your now surely hickey-ridden neck and hisses through his teeth. His eyes clouded with want, the hand on your thigh tightening its grip, lips parted slightly and bruised from putting his lips to work on you.
Taking this opportunity, you raise your other hand, pulling at his waistline. You can tell he’s about to speak, but still, you quickly verbalize what’s been in your mind since your hands slid down him. “May I, umm… suck you off? Please?” You bite your lip harshly, surprised that you even got that out of your mouth. And seemingly you caught your boyfriend off guard as well.
Vox was frozen in place for a hot minute, almost like he was fully processing what you had just asked. After it was processed, he took a sudden breath as he appeared to forcefully cease his movements. Almost like he was holding himself back from saying something – or, more accurately put, doing something. You swear you saw his eyes go from the beautiful gold you know to a flash of pink. You almost thought about totally backpedaling your statement, ‘I think I accidentally awakened a beast–’ Except before you could blurt anything out, Vox finally released his breath with a verbal ‘Hah’, before leaning back down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. Confusing you even more than before.
He brings a hand up to smooth over the top of your head, pushing your hair back. “Not this time, love. Maybe next time we do this. I want you to experience the pleasure, and I’ll take mine from seeing you feel good.” You gulped hard, but nodded in understanding. You were honestly a bit disappointed, but you fully understood where he was coming from. This is your first time, after all, and he didn’t want you to lift a finger while he spoils you.
You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Vox thumbing at your bottom lip, your eyes shifting back to his face quickly. He releases another breath and smirks at your reaction, his eyes looking mischievous as you once more notice a bit of the pink hue return to his eyes. “You’ve given me a good idea, though, love. How about I return the favor of you wanting to serve me–” Vox placed his other hand on your empty thigh, hands creeping up slowly to drag down your underwear as he moved his head down to kiss your chest– “by giving you some much-deserved service to your most precious places.” You trembled at the way his voice deepened, hands gripping tightly at the sheets below.
“I–I think I would like that very much…” You glanced away shyly, lifting your hips slightly to help him with his motions. “But… um, you might need to hold me down. I don’t want to kick you…” You knew how your body would react, at least somewhat from the times you’d touched yourself. Though you don’t doubt it’ll be ten times more effective with someone else’s touch.
Hearing a growl, your eyes snap back down to Vox, startled by the sudden sound. You were not mentally prepared for what came out of his mouth next. “Darling, you have no idea how much I would love to do that. You make it so hard to hold back, fuck.” You ascended on the spot, making your body go comically limp as you inhaled sharply. Vox openly laughed at your reaction, bringing his head back up to be face-to-face with you. “Are you alright, love? Am I teasing you too much?”
Shaking your head a bit, you pouted in his direction. “No, it’s just… god, your voice is so stupidly hot! I didn’t think the title ‘Voice Demon’ was literal.” You threw your hands up in exaggeration and huff. “I… I just need to get used to you talking like that, 'cause I know you. You’re not gonna shut up.”
Vox chuckles and you can feel his fingers tracing circles on your thighs. “It gets a reaction out of you, darling. Of course, I’m not gonna stop.” You lightly punch him in the arm, and he lets out his little gremlin laugh before speaking again. “Come now, let’s not stall anymore. I’m supposed to be giving you a memorable first time, love.” Once again, he moves his way down your body, leaving kisses and small bites with his fangs to reignite the fire in your body. Letting out small pants, your hands making their way back to his hair.
Vox makes his way in between your legs, licking his lips as he peaks up at you. His hands spread your thighs apart and up, putting you in a prime position to be eaten as his grip becomes firmer. Without even testing it, you knew if you even attempted to move at all, you wouldn’t be going anywhere, his hands tightly pushing on you. “Is my grip hurting you at all?”
“N–No, this is honestly perfect. Can I, um, can I keep my hands in your hair?” Vox's expression shifts back into one of lust at your question before leaning in and darting his tongue over your sex, making you gasp at the sudden contact.
“Please do.” His words came out more akin to a purr, causing you to shudder at the heat of his breath on you. “Don’t hesitate to pull and grip at it as well. I’ll be trying my best to make you squirm, love.” He punctuates his sentence by pressing a kiss to your thigh.
Biting your lip, your hands react to his words by tightening their grip on his hair slightly. He latched his mouth onto you and you can't help the way your body shudders as his tongue starts to flick and prod against you. Breathing out his name as your head falls back against the pillows and you moan. He can feel your thighs begin to tremble as he picks up the pace, getting into a steady rhythm with his mouth. Fuck, he’d love to sink his teeth into your thighs. Coat them in bruises and bite marks, a reminder that he was the one to bring you this pleasure. ‘Another time,’ he thinks to himself. Another time, he’d allow himself to act upon his wants; for now, this was about what you wanted. You felt like you were on cloud nine. The sensation was entirely new to you. And quite frankly, you couldn’t get enough. As your hands gripped his hair tighter, you eased your hips into him, wanting his mouth to be as close to you as possible.
Vox groaned against you, encouraging your movements. The deep rumble of his voice only made the pleasure increase. He kept his eyes on you, feeling his cock twitch at your expressions and how unashamed you were being with your voice. God, he wanted to break you. Wanted to show you the full extent of his desires. But shushes those thoughts, mentally shaking his head at himself. ‘Another time,’ he reminded himself once more. Vox was fully intent on making this about you. Showing you all the things he wants to do would have to come later on. ‘And what an exciting thing to look forward to.’
He pulls back for a moment and you whine at the lack of contact. Picking up your head to look directly at your boyfriend, desperation written across your face. Vox lets out a long breath, his nails slightly digging into your thighs. “You taste so fucking good, love. Can I make you cum like this?”
You wasted no time in responding, nodding your head vigorously. “Yes! Please please please, make me cum. I need it–I need your mouth–” You would have felt embarrassed over the words you just unabashedly moaned out if it weren’t for you feeling so overwhelmingly turned on. Enjoying Vox’s mouth so much more than you probably should’ve, but right now you just wanted the ecstasy to return, wanted to ride the high of this new feeling until you came. Luckily for you, the demon wasted no time in engulfing you with his mouth again, twisting and prodding his tongue twice as fast as before.
You both moaned without shame as Vox continued his actions, picking up the pace. He growled and groaned into you, making sure to leave no inch of you untouched by his mouth. Your legs kicked in the air, and your body reacted to the build of pleasure by trying to clamp your thighs close. Vox wouldn’t let you, however, his hands keeping you firmly in place as he kept you spread.
“Vo–Vox–oh god! Please, I’m gonna–!” Your eyes started to water as you felt Vox give you the last push you needed, his mouth moving rougher. He watched as your back arched and you let out a euphoric moan, gripping his hair tightly and tugging on it. He swallowed all of you, only making you whimper from the continued pleasure as his tongue slowly lapped you up. Refusing to let even a drop of your taste escape him.
Licking his lips, Vox could feel the way your thighs trembled in his hands from the aftershocks, and eventually, he pulled back. Sitting up, he gently helped guide your shaking legs down as you caught your breath. Your hands dropped down from his hair, reaching up shakily to push your hair out of your face. Even after a few moments, you could still feel yourself throb in aftershocks, and you swallowed hard. Your throat was dry from how hard you had been panting and moaning. “Holy fuck…”
Vox repositions himself above you, letting out a quiet laugh at your words. Reaching up, you wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to keep physical contact with him. You lightly tug him down with your arms so his chest makes contact with yours. Still taking deep breaths as your heart was continually beating wildly in your chest. Though the thing that surprised you most was that you were still very, very horny.
“I assume by that reaction, I don’t need to ask if that was good. Right, love?” All you could do was nod, averting your eyes from his. He couldn’t help but find the way you pout extremely cute.
“I… umm, I don’t know what came over me. God, I said such embarrassing things!” You take your arms off his neck, covering your face, which causes him to laugh.
“My darling, it’s totally fine.” One of his hands moves to play with a lock of your hair. “When you moan like that, telling me what you want–” A deep groan rumbles in his chest, cutting off his sentence. “Well, frankly, it is incredibly sexy. Just hearing the way you enjoy yourself almost made me cum.”
With how flustered you are, it takes a moment for you to fully register what he said. Once you do, your arms slowly move from your face before your eyes widen and you sit up quickly, causing him to recoil a bit as he sits back. “You haven't cum yet?”
He shakes his head calmly as he gives you a gentle smile. Your eyes trail down his body, gulping a bit as your eyes land on his hard cock. He follows your gaze before leaning forward and kissing your cheek before trailing his mouth closer to your ear. “I know you said you were ready, but I wanna ask again. I’ve already made you cum tonight, so if you're done, I will fully respect your decision. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Swallowing hard, you tilt your head to meet his eyes. “I do want to do this, Vox. I want to give you my body, I want to give you all my first…” You reach out to grasp his biceps, pulling him with you as you lower yourself back onto the bed. “...and even though it’s my first time, I want you to feel good, too.”
The look Vox gave you caused your heartbeat to race again. You let out a startled squeak that grows into laughter when he suddenly leans down and starts attacking your face and ears with kisses. He has so much love for you that he can’t even put it into words at the moment. He pulls back from you after one last peck on your lips, smiling brightly at hearing your giggles. “I’m very honored that you're so sure to give this old demon your first. Let’s get you prepped then, love.”
You tilted your head a bit, intrigued, as you watch him lean over and open his nightstand drawer. The first thing he pulls out is a roll of condoms; ripping one off from the pack and setting it away from the others. His hand reaches back into the drawer and proceeds to pull out a bottle of lube before closing the drawer with the back of his hand. Vox picked the condom packet back up and returned to his position over you. He muffles a laugh when he notices your curious expression, but couldn’t hide the amused tone of his voice. “What’s with those eyes, darling? You look a bit confused.”
You clear your throat before biting your lip in embarrassment. You hadn’t realized you were staring so intently. “Oh–umm, sorry. Guess I was just surprised, more so about the lube than the condom. Don't condoms come... lubricated?” The pitch of your voice raises as your sentence finishes, visually unsure of your words.
Vox blinked owlishly at you for a second before chuckling. “They do, but my dear, it’s never a bad idea to use more. Besides, spit doesn't make for the best lube, so trust me, this’ll make the… heh, fucking, a lot smoother.”
You huffed at the way he worded the last part, squinting your eyes at him. “Did you have to phrase it like that?” He chuckled, looking right through your mock annoyance.
“Of course, darling. If I know it’ll fluster you, I have to say it.” He doesn’t even attempt to hide his mischievous smile. “You like it~.” Vox laughs as he feels your hand lightly hit his arm, followed by a loud ‘shut up!’ directed at him. He leans forward, catching you off guard once more as he wraps his arms around you. Your embarrassed state was the perfect distraction for him as he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Your eyes widen for only a split second before fluttering closed as you reach your hands up to gently caress his face. Before you part, you can hear the snap of the lube bottle opening, and then the sudden feeling of a cold, slick finger circling over your hole.
Jerking in his hold, squeaking at the sudden feeling. “Holy shit, that’s cold!” swearing as you instinctively tense. Vox, however, is quick to distract you; peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders while easing his finger into you. Your eyes flutter, one of your hands reaching out to firmly grip his wrist.
“Don’t worry, love, just getting you ready. You’re being very good for me, baby.” The way he whispered in your ear caused you to have a full body shiver; your breaths picking up for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. You mentally smacked yourself for questioning the lube. The coldness was no longer a problem, a newfound pleasure rushing through your body. Touching yourself had never felt like this. ‘The internet actually wasn’t lying.’ You would have laughed at that thought, but, at that moment, Vox added another one of his large fingers. Sliding them deep inside you and moving them in and out slowly to stretch you for his length.
“Darling, if your head isn’t too empty right now, could you open the condom? Your body is being so obedient for me.” Your breath hitches at the way he practically purrs those words. “You're just about ready.” Nodding your head, you let out a breathless ‘yes’. Reaching over, hand shakily patting the wooden surface before finally feeling the plastic beneath your fingers. Grasping the condom, you do your best to carefully tear the plastic from the slot; removing the condom from the packaging and, with a trembling hand, presenting it to him. Vox takes it with his free hand while simultaneously sliding his fingers out of you.
“Goood. Now just give me a moment, love.” You watch your boyfriend in wonder as he quickly and flawlessly puts on the condom. He hovers over you not even a second after, his hands guiding your legs around his hips.
You chuckled almost breathlessly and decide to try to get one last quip out before your thoughts would inevitably turn to mush. “Wow, that was fast. Almost like you’ve done this before.”
“My dear, when you’re 400 years old, you get good at certain things.” There is a heat to the way he stares at you through his lashes, his voice dropping an octave with his next words “Now, let me show you my years of experience firsthand.” All the confidence you had to try to tease him vanished. With your hands gripping his forearms, you let your gaze travel down to his cock, where it rested in between your legs. It felt easier to watch the way your bodies pressed together than to look into his eyes. Though the way his length rubbed against you made you gulp, you were extremely thankful for the prep beforehand, as it would make the process of him sliding inside you much easier.
Vox lifted your chin with his fingers, so it forced your eyes to meet his. “Color, dear?”
Your voice was already out of breath as you responded, “Green.”
He smiles as his thumb soothes your lower lip. “I’ll go slowly, love. You’ll still need time to adjust to me once I’m inside. Take deep breaths and if you need to, claw and grip me as hard as you need. If it’s too much, you need to tell me.” He places a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Do you understand, darling?”
You nod slowly, soaking in every syllable that comes out of his mouth. You respond with a firm ‘Yes’ and are already bracing yourself as you tighten your grip on his arms. He smiles and before he fully settles against you, grabs a pillow. Gently urging you to lift your back before setting it under your hips. You assume it’s for your comfort, or at least that’s what you’ve heard. You don’t have much time to ponder further on it as you feel Vox push against you, his hand guiding his cock into you slowly. Your mouth opens, except no sound comes out as you feel yourself clench down on him. This differed significantly from his fingers. Hell, this was a completely different feeling from any of the toys you had ever used. Feeling the way he stretched you, the way his cock twitched; it was all your mind was preoccupied with as your head fell back from the pleasure.
Vox let out a deep groan as he pushed into you, eyes darting back and forth from your expression to his cock disappearing inside you. Your borderline painful grip on him only fueled him on, yet the sliver of rationale he had took over for a moment. He stopped about halfway, causing you to look up at him, lips parted as you pant.
You gulp hard before asking, “W–why’d you stop?” The hands you had on his forearms subconsciously loosened, thinking that maybe something was wrong. You’re surprised, however, when he brings a hand up to caress your cheek, able to feel the heat of your skin against his palm.
“I just wanna make sure you’re alright, love. Am I hurting you? Your breathing is too hard. Take slow, deep breaths.”
“O–oh! I’m okay, I promise. I just–it feels… it feels so good.” You do your best to even out your breathing after answering and he smiles at you, pecking your forehead.
“That’s perfect, darling. I’m gonna go all the way in, so prepare yourself.” And as he said, Vox shifts his hips forward slowly until his hips are flush against your skin. Biting your lip hard as you feel a whine build in your throat at the feeling of him fully seated inside you. It’s only now that you’ve finally realized what the pillow under your hips was for. The elevation of your hips helped him reach deeper inside, while also supporting your hips.
“Oh fuck–” Every word from your mouth was drawn out. Tightening your legs around his waist and pulling him in further resulting in pleasing reactions from both of you. Your arms slide around his neck as you meet his eyes, your own eyes misty from just the initial pleasure. “Vox, please move. I’m ready, please.”
Vox didn’t say anything in return, just slid his hands down your body to your hips, gripping them firmly. He thrust once, eliciting a loud moan from you before moving again. Picking up a constant pace and pushing your hips into the pillow and mattress. Every movement spurred a moan or whimper from you, your hands tangling in his hair, needing something to hold on to. The lube made the sound of your skin connecting echo loudly in both your ears, only driving him to move faster in you.
Vox leaned his body forward, wanting to engulf you in his scent–his entire being. His rough grip on your hips moved to your thighs, pushing them back as he leaned forward. He wanted to be deeper, wanted to hear more of your sweet moans that were stirring up the heat inside him. His mouth latched onto your neck. Taking up any unmarked skin with his fangs to leave visible reminders of his love along your body. The whine you let out was music to his ears. The way your hips rolled upwards into him was euphoria. He loved every ounce of your being, and having sex with you was now just another way he could express his love to you.
As he continued to kiss and bite at your neck, you couldn’t help but drown in the feeling. The myriad of sounds coming from your mouth likely would have embarrassed you at any other time, but you were currently too far gone to care anymore. You pulled his head in closer and spread your legs further for him, wanting to take in every inch of his cock. You understand now why people say they could get addicted to this. The ecstasy you were feeling was unparalleled. You moaned out his name as he sunk in deeper between your spread thighs, his nails digging into the skin to show his approval.
He pulled back from your neck but refused to let himself go far. His mouth leaves a trail of kisses and bites down your exposed chest, taking extra care to lick and flick at your nipples. You called out his name more frequently, realizing it seemed to rile him up even more. The coupled feeling of Vox’s cock pushing fully in and out of you, and constant attention to your upper half, had your head spinning. Your stomach began to feel tight, and you felt his rhythm start to waver as he went faster.
“V–Vox, I’m gonna cum!” Your hands slide from their grip on his hair to his back, nails digging in from the immense pleasure. He pulls his head away to look at you, lips swollen and pink from their work on you. The pink that you had seen earlier in his eyes was fully visible now. His expression is half-lidded and just as twisted in pleasure as yours. Yet, even with all of Vox’s visible pleasure and the way his hips rud into yours, he slows to a stop, causing you to let out a high whine.
“Baby,” you drew out the word, voice breathy as you spoke, “why’d you stop? We’re both sooo close…” Vox lets out a breathy laugh, and kisses your forehead, pulling back with a smirk on his stupidly attractive face.
“I’m sorry, love. I just had an idea.” He moves his hands off your thighs and places them next to your head. The way he looks hovering above you truly does not help your delayed orgasm. “I was just thinking about how–” he cuts himself off with a groan, clearly lost in his imagery before he continues, “beautiful you’d look riding me. I’d love to see you bouncing on top of me. Of course, only if you are willing.”
You swallow hard, your voice sounding a bit hoarse from all your moaning. “D–does that mean I’ll be taking control?” You wouldn’t lie, you’d had random thoughts about what it’d be like. But those were just passing thoughts. Topping isn’t just about physically being on top, it’s about knowing how to give pleasure and take the lead. It is a very appealing idea, but could you top Vox? You didn’t feel nearly as confident as Vox currently appeared.
Seeming to feel the anxiety radiating off of you, Vox clarifies, “No, love. Being on top of me doesn’t mean you’ll have control.” One of his hands rubs soothing circles over one of your hips. “Unless you want to try taking control. I will not force you to, though. We can just change positions.”
Averting your eyes from him, you take a moment to think it over. On one hand, it’d be good to get experience from it, but on the other… your lack of experience with all of this could cause you to overthink your actions. You know he wouldn’t be upset with you and would likely give you tips if you wanted to, but you still wanted him to get some pleasure from this. After weighing your options, you shake your head and meet his eyes again. “I would like to change positions, but I don’t think changing roles would be good right now. We… We can test it another time.”
He nods and gives you a light peck on the cheek. “Alright, darling. Let me lay back, then you can get on top of me.” Vox slowly pulls out of you, causing you to let out a deep sigh from the sudden emptiness. As you reposition yourself to sit on your knees to wait, Vox grabs himself a fresh pillow, placing it behind his head as he fully lays down. He looks at you with a soft smile and holds his arms out to welcome you to him. The second you are given the okay, you're already crawling over and straddling his waist, his hands resting on your hips as soon as you do. “Color?”
“Green. So, so green.” This causes you both to laugh.
“Go slow as you sink down on me. It’ll feel better that way, I promise.” Vox massages his hands into your hips, eyes filling with anticipation as he watches you closely.
You give a small nod and look down at his cock resting between your legs, still hard, if not harder, than before. Feeling a shiver run down your spine at the sight, you inhale deeply before you take a hold of his length. He lets out a pleased hum at the contact and you gently guide him inside you as you sink down. The new angle and already built-up tension made your hips twitch and your body shake, the ecstasy coming back from the contact.
Vox kept you steady with his hands, lifting his hips to help ease the process. Once his hips were flush against your skin, you both let out soft groans as he lowered his hips back onto the plush bed. Placing your palms on his chest, you give an experimental grind of your hips as you watch your own motions. The demon gripped you tighter, letting out a hiss through his teeth, his eyes fixated on your expression of pleasure.
“Go ahead, love.” Your attention snaps back to his face. “You don’t need to hesitate.” You hold his gaze for a moment before you nod, lifting your hips before pushing them back down to sink onto his length.
Your mouth falls open, eyelids fluttering at the new angle. A pleasurable shudder coursed through you at how much deeper he felt from this position. You could tell he enjoyed it as well; urging your hips up with his hands, needing the sinking feeling again. You start a steady rhythm, letting out hot breaths and moans as his cock pushes deep inside you. The sound of skin meeting skin resonated through the room, coupled with the heavy panting coming from both of you. Balling your hands into fists, your mouth hangs open as you bounce on top of him with vigor. Your moans only get louder as the tightening feeling in your stomach comes faster than before.
“Fu–fuck…Vox, I’m so close again. I–oh–I’m gonna cum!” Your words come out shaky and breathless, as you leaned forward, sliding your hands onto the bed to pick up the pace easier. Vox moved his hands to your ass, groping and digging his nails in as he looked up at your ecstasy-ridden face just inches from his.
“I’m close as well, baby. God, I wanna watch you cum–” He gasps, before groaning in pleasure. “Please cum. Cum for me, sweet thing.” Shifting to get enough balance, he ruts his hips up into you, matching your greedy pace with his own. Vox could feel you tighten around him, trying desperately to reach that peak. He let out a low, gruff sigh, his eyes fixated on you as you moaned out his name. God, the way you moaned his name, like he was the only thing you ever needed, the only thing you’ve ever wanted.
You gripped and pulled at the sheets under your hands, your pace becoming erratic as you finally reach your climax. Burying your face in the crook of Vox’s neck, you let out a cry of pleasure as your body shakes from its second orgasm. Vox, with just a few more thrusts, presses your ass down on him further, reaching his orgasm as well. You shudder from the guttural moan he lets out, and the way his hands grip you, making you stay close.
After a moment of collecting yourselves, you lift your head up to look at your boyfriend. You open your mouth to say something, but Vox is quicker, capturing your lips with his. He puts his hand behind your head, kissing you like he’d been waiting to feel your lips for years. You pull back after the impromptu make-out session and look at him in slight confusion.
“What was that for?” You tilt your head slightly to accentuate your question, but he just gives you a lazy smile and strokes your hair.
“I just really love you, darling.” He tries to maintain eye contact with you, but you refuse and sit up, a big pout on your face.
“Vox, please, you being so sweet shouldn’t be hot.” The demon just chuckles and sits up as well, keeping you in his lap as his arms wrap around you.
“Oh? Then maybe I should switch to being more down-bad?” The sweet smile on his face changes to a devious smirk as he moves his face closer to yours.
“I–That’s it. I’m done for. K.O.’ed” You cover your face with your hands. Bad idea, cause it just gives your boyfriend the element of surprise.
With a mischievous look, Vox smugly, purposefully, rolls his hips. “You’re done for? Oh no, that’s such a shame~”
The squeak that came out of your mouth surprised you, drawing your hands down to cover your mouth. With a muffled voice, you try to scold him, “H–Hey! Don’t move too much, I'm sensitive–”
Vox just chuckles and rolls his hips again, making you whine out his name. You were adorable, and he only wanted to mess with you more every time you reacted to his teasing. He shifted closer, lips ghosting your ear, his hot breath fanning against you as he spoke low. “Lift your hips for a moment, darling. I need to change this condom.”
He stroked your thighs as you lifted your hips, letting out a breathy moan as you did. His cock slid out of you with ease, and Vox’s hands went from your thighs to his cock. Even after just finishing, he was still so hard. As he removed the used condom, you lean over and quickly grab another wrapper from the nightstand. Vox chuckles at your enthusiasm, glad he could rile you up again with just a roll of his hips. You both moved quickly; him tying the used condom and throwing it aside as you got a new one out and ready. As soon as you handed it to him, he tugged it on, making sure it was properly secure before you straddled him once again.
“Come on sweet thing, let me inside you again.” The demon’s large hands gripped your hips as you let him guide you down on his cock again. Both let out a shuddering breath at how sensitive you each still were. He wasted no time; not even a moment after you’ve fully sunk down on him does he start thrusting into you again.
You grip his wrist tightly, wanting him to keep guiding you as you desperately try to keep pace with him. Your eyes watering from the overstimulation, and your throat was becoming dry again from your panting and moaning. Your legs felt like jelly, and you could tell you were gonna be sore in the morning, but that didn’t stop you from grinding down onto Vox. His nails dug into your hips, the slapping of his thrust getting sloppy as he felt you clench around him again, ready for another orgasm. Your words came out almost unintelligible, and your tone was desperate as you told him you were going to cum again. “V–Vox! I–!”
With him feeling just as sensitive, he was already right at the edge, ready to cum again. “I know, sweet thing. I’m right there with you.” He quickened his pace.
It only took a few more thrusts before you doubled over onto his chest, moaning loudly as his hips pushed up into you. Reaching your peaks together, hips stuttering as you breathed heavily. Bodies covered in sweat from the multiple orgasms. Vox looked down at you, your head buried in his chest as you tried to get your breathing under control. He moved one hand from your hip to your head, resting it there.
Lifting your head enough to rest your chin on his chest, gaze meeting his. You both stare into the eyes of the other for a moment, seeming to soak in all that just happened. Vox spoke first, having a content smile on his face. “My love… thank you for letting me experience this with you.” He raised his hands, cupping your cheeks with both his hands. “I am extremely honored that you trust me this much to give you the pleasure you desire. I’m happy that I now have another way to show you just how much love I have for you, my sweet thing.” Vox’s voice was filled with care, and you could see in his eyes that he meant every word, saying it with his full heart.
Leaning into his hands, you smile, one of your own lifting to rest over his as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “I’m just happy you also had a good time. That was incredible and I couldn’t be happier to give you my first. I…” You swallowed hard, looking away bashfully. “I love you, Vox.” You looked back at him when you heard his soft chuckle and he leaned his head toward you to kiss your forehead.
“I love you too, baby… so much.” He leaned his forehead to rest against yours, you both closing your eyes to soak in the moment. Remaining like that for a few moments, reveling in each other's presence, before Vox spoke up again. “Come on, love. Let’s go get cleaned up.” His voice was soft as he nuzzled his head into you softly, coaxing you into motion. “You still need your rest. You have a project to work on tomorrow.”
“Good idea, besides I don't think we both wanna be sweaty and sticky.” You lifted yourself off of him, letting out a deep breath as his softening cock slips out of you. “Will you give me motivation by cuddling me when we sleep?”
“I would cuddle you regardless, darling.” He laughs, pushing himself to the edge of the bed before getting up and properly disposing of both condoms. “But yes, I’ll give you all the affection you want and tell you just how proud I am of you.” He offers his hand to you and helps you get up when you take it. He’s frozen in place for a moment as he looks over at you. His brain conjures up other scenarios; ones where you wouldn't have to leave in the morning. Every day he could look forward to falling asleep and waking up by your side.
You tilt your head, asking if he’s okay. He just smiles; rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and envisioning a ring on your bare finger. ‘Someday,’ he reassures himself again.
“It’s nothing, love. Let’s get you cleaned up now, shall we?”
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Hello makin a request abt let's say with yugo, vox, selen and nina (weird set i know but hear me out) finding out their s/o is a popular independent vtuber like shoto for a few years now or at least longer than them
I think they'd be the best hypeman if they ever found out I would ask for another set but I don't know if that okay or not;;;
I'm sorry you had to wait for a long time for this,,this was a bit rushed but I hope you enjoy it!!
※ i managed to write this with a little free time that i had but unfortunately i still am quite busy with college preparations. There's still around 6 request in my inbox and i promise I'll get them done soon! I'm posting them according to which request came in first so I might ask all of you to patiently wait for me. Thank you!
WHEN THEY FIND OUT YOU'RE AN INDEPENDENT VTUBER
genre: fluff
pairings: Yugo Asuma, Vox Akuma, Selen Tatsuki, Nina Kosaka x gn!reader
Yugo Asuma
When you tell him about you actually being an independent vtuber, he’s really surprised and happy at the same time.
“You’re a vtuber too? What’s your channel name?”
When you tell him, his jaw drops.
You’re that vtuber that got famous in a short period of time right after joining?? omg.
This man is very very proud of you.
He doesn’t collab with you very often and even if he does, he makes sure to not slip up that both of you have known each other offline for a long time.
But if you’re okay with it, then he doesn’t mind being open about it.
Vox Akuma
Is really hyped to know that you’re that famous independent vtuber that everyone has been talking about lately.
He would ask you to collab with him soon but that depends on whether the two of you have interacted online before or not.
He used to watch your streams sometimes before knowing it was you, but now that he knows, he never misses your streams. Not even once.
Isn’t afraid to let people know that the two of you are close online and offline.
Selen Tatsuki
When you first tell her you’re an independent vtuber, she laughs, telling how cute of you it is to make such a joke.
"…"
And when she finally realizes you're not kidding, she gets really excited.
She would ask you to collab with her immediately or she’s gonna pass out.
Out of everyone, I think she would be the person to collab with you many times.
Retweets tons of ship fanarts of the two of you.
Nina Kosaka
Acts offended, going on about how you kept it a secret for such a long time.
But really, she does understand that you were just shy or quite hesitant to tell her about this.
If you’re okay with it, she doesn’t mind telling people that the two of you have been offline friends for a long time.
Consciously or subconsciously, she would quite often talk about her memories with you during her streams.
Often invites you to play minecraft with her.
#nijisanji#nijisanji en#nijisanji x reader#nijisanji en x reader#yugo asuma#nijisanji yugo asuma#vox akuma#nijisanji vox#vox akuma x reader#yugo asuma x reader#selen tatsuki#nijisanji selen#selen tatsuki x reader#nina kosaka#nijisanji nina#nina kosaka x reader
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GUYS HOLY FUCK VOX MADE A FEATURE FILM
A 55 MIN FEATURE FILM??? HOLY SHIT???
MILORD MAKING A WHOLE ASS FILM ALL WHILE HAVING TO GO THROUGH EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED THE PAST FEW MONTHS
For those that want to see the stream he released just a couple hours ago, here's the link!
#nijisanji#nijien#vox akuma#nijisanjien vox akuma#nijisanji vox#feature film#I'M FUCKING SCREAMING MILORD HAD A WHOLE ASS FILM IN THE WORKS FOR 2 YEARS
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my first nijisanji piece! i’ll do shu next for his birthday but ^^; i’m really enjoying getting into watching v-tubers now :D
#casually entering niji tumblr like: aha#my art style is really going thru it atm bc I’m indecisive over brushes like that#ALSO: this is my first time drawing a 3/4 profile so ^^;#yea I mean I’m proud of it I think idk#nijisanji#nijisanji en#nijisanji_en#nijisanji english#luxiem#nijisanji luxiem#vox akuma#vox#nijisanji vox#nijisanji vox akuma#luxiem vox#luxiem vox akuma#vox akuma nijisanji#nijisanji_en vox akuma#mai draws#v tuber#vtubers#luxiem fanart#nijisanji fanart#vtuber fanart
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— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜thinking about men taking you from behind and they reach around to grab your face with one hand to pull you close for a kiss.. to whisper those praises that you love so much in your ear as you take just about everything they're giving you despite feeling so sensitive.. or to cover your mouth as you're being a little too loud, pushing their fingers into your mouth for you to suck on.
ZHONGLI, CHILDE, ALHAITHAM, WELT, JING YUAN, BLADE, HEX HAYWIRE, VOX AKUMA, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Baizhu, Sampo
#✯✩´﹒🥛、z's thirsty﹒₊#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin thirst#hsr smut#hsr x reader#honkai star rail smut#honkai star rail x reader#nijisanji smut#hex haywire smut#hex haywire x reader#vox akuma smut#vox akuma x reader#zhongli smut#zhongli x reader#childe smut#ajax smut#tartaglia smut#alhaitham smut#ayato smut#diluc smut#kaeya smut#baizhu smut#welt yang smut#jing yuan smut#blade smut#sampo smut
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luxiem’s reaction to you falling asleep on stream
req . luxiem x gn!reader .
fluff . 1k est wc .
(f/n - fandom name) ty for the cute req ^^ not proofread + lmk if there’s warnings i missedd
“lemme just read a few more supas before i end, chat..”
despite your determined words, even the viewers notice your model’s eyes drooping ever so sleepily while you talk. many express their concern and wishes for you to continue tomorrow, while others spam ‘tskr’ and remarks on how endearing the situation was.
“‘go sleep’? nah, you don’t—“ you’re cut off by a yawn, speech turning slower involuntarily, “you don’t have to worry, i’m.. i’m okay guys.”
coincidentally, right as you try to read the next donation, you close your eyes, attempting to give yourself just a second of rest, only to slip right into dreamland. of course, your chat explodes simultaneously; a majority being exclaims of what would happen next while others debate on if something else might’ve occurred. luckily for you, your boyfriend — who just so happens to be experienced in your field of work — is on the bed a few feet over, ready to help out.
mysta rias
mysta is much more observant than some may think (especially when it comes to you) and easily caught onto your state long before chat did
he shook his head from the bed, knowing exactly how you were feeling whilst you pushed yourself to continue thanking donations
it hurt him watching you in such a state, especially knowing he couldn’t do much
but now that you’ve drifted off, he’s quick to tiptoe over and take control of your model
he doesn’t even say hi, only muttering a ‘give me a minute, guys’ before grabbing your underarms and carrying you off to bed
once you’re neatly tucked in, he plants a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing back to finish up the stream
“sorry about that, yes it’s mysta! hope you guys dont mind me taking over for a bit.. wait, why’s everyone saying clip this?!”
mysta isn’t big about sharing much when it comes to your relationship, but he’ll be sure to let your fanbase what’s going on if you (clearly) can’t admit it yourself
“yep.. they say don’t worry, but then shit like this happens. fuckin’ stubborn, aren’t they?” he huffs, glancing over at your sleeping figure with fond but frustrated eyes
“good thing i was here. don’t worry, f/n.. i know you’re jealous and all, but they’re in good hands. if y’know what i mean,” the male cackles before remembering how close you are, sighing when he ensures you’re still asleep
mysta being mysta, he ends up talking to chat for a bit longer than necessary, mostly rambling about you of course
and before he ends stream, the idiot probably comments some suggestive shit that only makes the amount of clips from your stream double (sigh)
however, while he fools around for the viewers, don’t expect to be off the hook without a serious talk in the morning, along with a staff meeting that mysta will personally organize that same night
also,, be prepared for him to never live this down </3
ike eveland
the amount of times he had to stop himself from rushing over and just pulling you to bed throughout the stream..
he even tried (spamming) texting you, yet you’d simply send a stern shake of your head from the desk
so of course, once you closed your eyes for good, ike was already planning out the speech he was going to give you later on
your boyfriend can’t help but mumble about how ‘he knew this would happen’ as he paces closer, muting your mic before carrying you bridal style to bed
as romantic as it sounds, this boy was deadpanning stubbornly the whole time
“well, hello there f/n, ike here! like i’m sure most of you figured out, y/n fell asleep. the remainder of supas will continue next stream, but i hope you guys take this as a lesson that having designated time for rest is just as important—“
yes, even your chat gets an ike lecture
soon after, he’s shutting your pc down while glancing at you with an unreadable gaze
poor boy isn’t sure if he wants to scold you or hug you first
in the end he complies with hugging you all night
even after he wakes up he’ll bring his laptop in bed just so he can be near you while still working
“ah, look who’s awake,” brushing some hair from your face, he chuckles as you stretch cutely. “did you sleep well?”
“mm.. wait, what happened to my stream?”
at this, ike deadpans once again, pushing his laptop away — and that’s when you know you’re in trouble <\3
shu yamino
he knows how headstrong you can be, so he rarely tries to get you to change your mind on things like this, even when watching you doze off on live eats away at his heart
the only time he’d given his opinion was a few hours before stream, where you showed visible signs of over working
“babe?” he swallowed in discontent, inspecting your messy state from the kitchen. “i think you should cancel stream today, we can start a new anime n’ head to bed early tonight instead.”
it was a tempting offer, but the looming thought of potentially letting fans down made you swiftly decline, earning a defeated sound from the male
now here he was, rushing over to mute your mic and gently pat you awake
“y/n— y/n, you fell asleep on stream.”
that has your eyes shooting open, and the redness in them has guilt building further in shu’s chest
he feels like a bad boyfriend, like he should’ve been more assertive in taking care of you, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened
but those thoughts were for another day; right now you needed him more than ever
in an attempt to calm you down as you blabbered in confusion, he squeezes your hand in his
“shh, baby,” shu rarely used such petnames, but it immediately has you settling down. “you’re okay. it’s okay, f/n are still here waiting for you, see?”
he continues to kneel by your setup, rubbing your knuckles comfortingly as you build up the strength to unmute and explain the situation
“i don’t even know what happened, i hope everyone who donated doesn’t mind if i finish reading them next stream?” as you speak, shu nods supportively
if for some reason anybody were to get upset about this, he’d gladly argue with them himself
as soon as you hit ‘end stream’, he rises from the floor, holding your hand while walking to bed and murming affirmations softly
he smiles as you fall back to asleep almost instantly, messaging your manager himself to clear your schedule <3
vox akuma
honestly, he’d never let it come to this in the first place
“love, you’ve been slugging around all day. there’s no way you have the energy for a stream.”
in the end, you make a compromise to stream for much less time than you originally planned.. yet still fell asleep
vox hadn’t even realized at first; so busy completing work of his own until the silence finally registered
he would be mad and scold you like ike.. but you just look so cute napping away at your desk!!!
without bothering to mute, mans just admires you for a second with a tiny smirk
even in this state you were stunning to him,, not his fault
eventually lifts you like a sack over his shoulder (if you weren’t so tired he’d slap your ass by now. sigh) before settling you in bed
at that point he was desperate to just cuddle up with you, but of course the live was still ongoing
“why hello, f/n, there’s been a bit of.. em, a turn of events as you can see.. my idiot partner refuses to give themself a break so now you get me!”
vox chuckles lowly while reading the chaos and confusion in chat, sparking a new onset of comments. “guys, i can guarantee your oshi is not dead, c’mon, have some faith in me.”
like mysta, he doesn’t want to let the viewers in on too much, but he definitely hovers around the topic of overworking and breaks
“—after all, they’ve given up hours upon hours to plan more streams and events for you to enjoy, so now, i’d like everyone to be equally supportive and let them have a week or so off, hm? we don’t want this happening again, right?”
it’s a bit passive-aggressive, protective boyfriend tone honestly,, he can’t help it okay!
the minute it’s over vox is rushing back into bed, taking on the role of big spoon instinctively at your exhausted state
in the morning, he’s eager as ever to help you send a break request to the company <3
luca kaneshiro
now this one can be a bit,,
oblivious
he could tell you were tired, yes — but had no inkling it was to such a degree where you’d fall asleep in front of thousands of viewers
it definitely makes him think back to how your energy had been much lower than usual for a while now
he feels guilt bubbling in his stomach, but pushes it away as he swiftly moves in front of your mic
“chat! psst, it’s— it’s luca! y/n fell asleep, should i scare them!?” he whispers, barely holding in a mischievous giggle, “kidding, kidding. they deserve to sleep, like, really. i’ll keep you guys company for now alright?“
being the entertainer he is, luca easily finished up stream with his ‘impromptu asmr’, all while keeping one hand on your knee affectionately
“alright f/n, i think it’s time i uh, get y/n to bed, but thank you to those who stuck around! i’ll make sure they get lots of rest, pinky promise!”
it was going smoothly until he clumsily tried to lift you from the chair, awkwardly placing one hand on your behind and the other around your torso
“luca? the fuck are you doing?” you blink, only registering your boyfriend’s interesting hand placement as you wake up
his eyes widen, quickly letting you down with flushed cheeks. “what— i— i was just bringing you to bed! you fell asleep!”
“oh.. wait, on stream?!”
the boy quickly assures you (through lots of laughter) that he had it under control, and luckily for him you were too tired to fight back, only humming as he slides into bed as well
“i pinky promise’d your chat, babe. i promised that i’d make sure you rest, so no streaming for the next couple days, ‘kay?”
he gets snoring in response, which in his mind is good enough!
you wake up to a message from your manager wishing you a nice week off.. and the culprit only smiles adorably <3
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trying out anal with them for the first time 😵💫
one of them is nice , spewing out praises , giving kisses and prepping you like crazy before anything. Slowly easing you in, checking on you and letting you adjust at your own pace. Even if you didn't take him in all the way, he's always proud
ike eveland , shu yamino , ver vermilion , lance crown , kirishima eijirou , present mic , twice , inasa yoraoshi , nanami kento , yuuji itadori , okkotsu yuuta.
the other one? he's mean. calling you degrading names , slowly pushing himself in and soon getting impatient. He preps you , but some just use a ton of lube and just pray to god it'll fit. Even if you don't take it all the way in, he'll find a way.
vox akuma , sonny brisko , orter mádl , katsuki bakugo , aizawa shota , touya todoroki , shigaraki tomura , toji fushiguro , ryomen sukuna , gojo satoru.
#mha smut#mha x reader#bnha smut#bnha x reader#melody's short nonesense#yandere mha x reader#mashle smut#yandere bnha#nijisanji en x reader#nijisanji smut#nijisanji x reader#vox akuma smut#noctyx smut#gojo smut#jjk x reader#yandere jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru gojo x reader#toji x reader#toji smut#nanami kento smut#nanami smut
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Dating Demon Lord Vox Akuma VS Streamer Vox Akuma
Demon lord!Vox Akuma takes you on long dates around his city, keeping his hand on the small of your back the entire time. The walk often takes the entire day, which is fine, he already worked extra hard the day before to make sure his day with you is without interruption. As the sun sets he sits with you on the balcony of his castle, with one arm wrapped around you and your head leaning against his shoulder, looking forward to the future you'll build together.
Streamer!Vox Akuma secretly keeps you in his lap while he plays games with his fellow streamers. You try not to laugh at all the jokes he makes but sometimes you need to move to the other room and laugh your lungs out. When he mutes the stream to take a bathroom break he always gives you a kiss in passing. When he does a handcam stream he will be teasing with his hand movements not just for the audience but also to tease you, more you then his chat.
Demon lord!Vox Akuma pulls you onto his cock to keep his cum inside you for as long as possible. Your pussy flutters around him, sensitive and thoroughly fucked and filled to the brim with his seed. Every time he finishes inside of you his fangs seem to elongate for a brief moment, hunger and lust written all over his face at the idea of you getting pregnant tonight. He's been careful not to father any kids in his long lifetime but now that he's settled down that might change.
Streamer!Vox Akuma appreciates that you suck him off after a long, and sometimes stressful streaming session. He can stream for hours and hours at a time, the tension in him mounting and needing an outlet. Would never do anything with you during a stream, not because he can't keep quiet but because he doesn't think you can keep yourself from moaning. Even with your mouth occupied with his cock you're still making so much noise. Better to fill it up.
Dividers by: @cafekitsune
#vox akuma#vox akuma x reader#nijisanji x reader#luxiem x reader#luxiem x you#vox akuma x you#luxiem fluff#luxiem x female reader#luxiem smut#nijisanji fluff#nijisanji smut#vox akuma x female reader#vox akuma fluff#vox akuma smut#luxiem imagines#x female reader
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just some goofy lads
#mysta rias#vox akuma#luxiem#nijisanji en#mystart#akurylic#the two gremlins who have been keeping me company while I work#also I'm fairly new to this vtuber thing so don't perceive me ✋
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Twitter is a cesspool that I’m afraid of contributing to, so here’s the post I would be making there.
Millie and Luca have spoken up about not having a shitty time with Niji management. This is a GOOD thing. They don’t deserve that mistreatment. Moreover, this does not make them the bullies. Leave their asses alone.
Vox and Enna are well known members of Nijisanji for their creative endeavours, and obviously they haven’t graduated yet. This does not make them the bullies. Leave their asses alone and stop asking when they’ll graduate.
Ren just lost a genmate and now a senpai, both of whom were very positive and influential figures. He is not faking being upset for clout. You guys are fucking insane. Leave his ass alone and support him.
Rosemi and Elira have been said to be the last remaining pillars of NijiEN. This does not mean they’re the bullies, sucking up to management, the head of “cliques,” or have a moral duty to graduate. Leave their asses alone.
Anycolor threw every single talent under the bus for mentioning the “bullying by affiliated Livers” in their termination announcement. Anycolor is just trying to make themselves look good. Anycolor is not your friend.
These talents are understandably stressed, have just lost THREE important friends and coworkers, and now have the entirety of social media coming for them. Doki is not the only victim here. Their agency is going up in flames. They’re allowed to be upset.
#nijisanji#nijisanji en#anycolor#millie parfait#luca kaneshiro#vox akuma#enna alouette#ren zotto#rosemi lovelock#elira pendora#selen tatsuki#dokibird#sol talks vtubers
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Those Small Shared Touches
❤️ Vox Akuma x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.
✧ — Contains: Reverse comfort, fluff, & open ended
✦ — Word count: 3k+ | Ao3
Based on these prompts - “Do you need any help? I'll bandage that up for you.” & “It's nothing. Hurts like hell but -- I've dealt with worse.”
Mod S 👿: This is based on 2.0 outfit reveal and the 2.0 Demon Lord ASMR [aka this was written before the movie came out.]
We started the year with posting a Vox fic on ao3 and now we'll be ending the year with a Vox fic. Full circle, baby! Happy holidays to those who celebrate, and we'll see you next year! Stay safe 💙💜 -Mod I ✨ & Mod S 👿
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Orange and pinks paint the sky as the sun dips below the horizon; welcoming the moon as it takes its throne amidst the evening stars. One lone figure sticks out against the pastel scenery. He trudges down the worn path, almost doubling over as he heads for home; his clan. His breath is a bit ragged, and small specks of blood are smeared across his pristine cheek. Not his own, of course. No, it’s of the fools who dared to endanger his home, who dared to threaten his people.
As he trudges his way up the hill path, Vox attempts to steady his breathing – trying to calm his demon blood enough from the slaughter to heal his wounds. Usually, it would be instantaneous. However, he had a lot on his plate today – what with helping his clans-people and all. Assisting new outcasts, spending time with the assigned family for today, and helping to organize the rations and farms for the future month. This exhaustion wasn’t well timed, as a group of bandits decided that his village would be prime real estate to loot; knowing that only one man protected the lot.
They were stupid, and for their stupidity, their payment was their lives.
His smaller wounds had already healed, however, the gash over his side is proving to be more of a nuisance. It’s alright, he could fake being okay until he reached his castle. After all, he wouldn't want to cause concern among his people. He corrected his posture, ignoring the way his body burned as he straightened his messy yukata, brushing the creases out of his haori, and wiping away the blood drying on his cheek. He only hoped he appeared more composed than he felt.
As Vox approached the gates, they automatically opened. The stationed villagers there welcome him back with warm smiles that he returns to them. Passing them after the pleasantries, he sighs in relief. ‘Good, they didn’t notice anything wrong, just need to make it to my bed for a rest. I should be good by the morning…’ Crossing his arms casually in front of himself, he tucks his hands into his sleeves, nodding kindly in greeting to his people as he passes them in the street; refusing to let his mask slip as the wound pulls and burns with every step he takes.
Making his way through the main street ultimately means passing by more small shops and homes of his people, children running past him as they enjoy the last bits of sunlight the day has to offer. Before long, he spots arguably the second most important building in the clan. Since it only had been built earlier this month, it stands out a bit more compared to the buildings surrounding it.
With each step he takes, the small clinic gets closer and closer. For a moment he debates walking in before brushing away the thought as quickly as it came; his eyes downcast in thought. When he returns his gaze ahead of him, he spots the owner of said clinic waving off what he assumes to be a patient. Vox can’t help but pay close attention to your actions, watching as you straighten up the front of your clinic, broom in hand, a soft smile on your face. If anyone was paying close enough attention, they’d notice the faint but warm smile on his face. He’s so distracted by you that he nearly collides with one child still running about, side-stepping out of the way at the last second. The child apologizes profusely, obviously flustered, and Vox can’t help but laugh and reassure them that it was alright; no harm done.
The kid quickly scatters back towards their friends, and when he returns his gaze towards your clinic, he almost stumbles in his steps as his gaze locks with yours.
To save face, Vox walks confidently over, taking a deep breath to calm the slight blush that appeared on his cheeks. His eyes peek at the boxes in front of your shop; likely full of fresh supplies and ingredients for medicine making. As he approaches you, you give a soft welcoming smile, setting your broom aside to give him a respectful bow. Clearing his throat, he greets you first. “Hello there doctor, are you settling in okay? I sure hope it hasn’t been too much of a hassle.”
“I’m settling in just fine, thank you, Milord. I was just tidying up in front of the shop before moving these boxes in. All these supplies you’ve provided me with will be incredibly helpful, so I should get them stored as soon as possible.” You tighten the small rope around your body, keeping your sleeves tucked away as you talk, before attempting to brush the dirt from your clothes; feeling a bit underdressed in front of Vox’s pristine and ornate clothing.
The demon’s eyes scan over the many boxes you have, counting them in his head before his golden eyes land back on you. “That’s an awful lot of boxes. Please allow me to help you. I’m sure the job would get done much quicker with two people working together than by yourself, right?” He smiles, removing his hands from his sleeves; ready to help.
Before he can, though, you quickly raise your hands in protest. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that for me, Milord! Plus, didn’t you just return from protecting the village? I’m sure you must want to get back to your home and relax.”
Vox chuckles, taking a step toward you; ready to reassure your worries. Except as he does, his wound pulls in such a way it causes him to stumble for a fraction of a second; flinching to one side. He can’t help but grimace, his mask slipping for a second as he takes a deep breath. Having a moment to speak with you had relaxed him to the point of forgetting about his wound; the tension that had eased from his body returned with a vengeance.
So enraptured with you, he’d forgotten to maintain his composure; body subconsciously untensing. Correcting his posture, he subtly scans the busy street around him to see if anyone has noticed his reaction. ‘Good, no one saw that…’ However, as he returns his attention to you, he notes the concerned look in your eyes.
“Milord, do you need any help? Are you hu–” Vox cut your words off as he frantically steps closer, blocking you from the people on the street. Startled, your head tips back to meet his eyes. Now it’s almost impossible for you to miss the panic and pain clearly mixed in the golden hues.
“Say Doctor, before we move these boxes in, could I see how you’ve set up the clinic? I want to make sure that you have enough space for patients. If not, we could talk about potentially expanding.” There’s a strain to his words, but it’s barely noticeable over the hum of the crowd.
“Umm,” you hesitate before nodding your head. “of course. Allow me to prepare some tea while you inspect Milord…” Swiftly you slide the door open, stepping aside before gesturing him inside. He rushes in, ducking a bit to make sure his horns don’t catch on the frame.
Following him inside, you slide the door shut and pray that no one will need your immediate services. If the last few seconds meant anything, Vox seems to not want to draw attention to himself. As you turn back to face your lord, your eyes dart around your clinic. Your tea set sits on the table set in the middle of the main room. Looking past that is a counter where you prepare your medicine; a few bottles remain there from the patient you’d just seen off. Looking to your left, Vox stands bracing himself against the cabinet, which stores all of your supplies.
Approaching Vox’s hunched form, you can see sweat beading along his forehead. Now out of the public eye, there’s a tremor wracking his body. Sheer willpower likely being the only reason he is still standing. Reaching a hand up, it hovers for a moment before you let it rest on his arm. It takes a second before he looks at you. “Please Lord Akuma, I think you should sit.”
“Yeah…” He responds, before nodding a little firmer. “Yes, that’d probably be for the best, wouldn’t it?” Vox pushes away from the cabinet, straightening his shoulders before turning to walk toward the futons laid out for patients on the right side of the room. He doesn’t sit with ease though, a small wince leaving his lips as he lowers himself onto the nearest bed.
With a furrowed brow, you go to wash your hands before approaching him; ready to start the examination. Before you can, however, he raises a hand, stopping you in your tracks. “Woah there doctor, it’s nothing serious. No need for an examination. I just need a bit of a rest before I continue my way to the castle again.”
You huff, crossing your arms. “With all due respect Milord, as a doctor, it is my job to make sure every member of the clan is in good health. And that includes our leader. You don’t really expect me to sit by when you are showing obvious signs of pain, do you? Especially when it’s in my power to help?”
Vox remains quiet, his lips pursed in a thin line as he averts his gaze from you, seeming to think on your words. After a moment, he closes his eyes and sighs. When he opens them again, he meets your expectant gaze. “Fine, you may look at it…”
The tension melts from your shoulders, and you finish crossing the room before kneeling at his side. You begin the routine check-up, starting with noting his temperature and vitals. When the back of your hand touches his forehead–carefully avoiding his horns–you immediately note that the demon is uncharacteristically cold; usually radiating warmth like a well-kept fire. Likely a trait of being a demon, you ponder to yourself. Once that’s done, you begin to peel back his yukata, carefully sliding the already loose fabric off his shoulders.
Almost immediately, you notice a large gash along his right side. By looks, it doesn’t seem to be deep, and it doesn’t appear to be actively bleeding; which is a good sign. Except… it’s not closing either. You haven’t been with the clan long, however, you’ve been around long enough to know that his body heals fairly quickly.
‘Sure,’ you think, pursing your lips. ‘nothing serious at all. Stubborn man.’
Almost as if he can read your mind, he says, “See? Hardly even bleeding. It’ll be healed by morning. Nothing to concern yourself over.” He waves a dismissive hand, trying to wane your worry over him, but winces mid-motion.
You sigh, “It might not be bleeding, but it’s still an open wound Milord.” Standing up, you make your way toward your medicine cabinet, beginning to rifle through it. As you're getting some ingredients, you stare at him out of the corner of your eye, you say, “I could bandage it up for you.”
It’s not a question, and it causes Vox to let out a warm chuckle. However, the words that followed held melancholy. “It's nothing… hurts like hell but,” He pauses, tone serious and lined with another emotion you can’t pinpoint. “I've dealt with worse.”
Your hands stop shuffling through the shelves for a minute, and for a brief moment, you turn to look at him with concern. It doesn’t last long though, snapping your attention back and grabbing everything you need before moving to the counter where you prepare your medicines. As you pour ingredients into a bowl, you speak up. “I’m preparing you a salve to help with the pain.”
“That’s really not necessary–” You cut his words off with a shake of your head.
“I know when you get some proper rest, your powers will heal it immediately.”
“Then you should save your supplies for someone who will need it more than me. There’s no need to waste it.” Vox tries to argue with you, however you remain firm.
“It’s not a waste. Not when you're in pain, Milord.” He opens his mouth to argue, but you quickly plead, hands stopping in your work as your expression begs him to comply. “Please. Just let me do this. If not for yourself, then do it for me.”
The clinic falls into silence. With nothing else to say, and no further protests, you continue preparing the salve. Vox continues to watch you from his place on the futon, tension slowly melting from his body as he watches you work. When he does eventually speak up, his voice is sweet. “Thank you, little one. You didn’t have to do this, but I appreciate it regardless.”
You huff, half out of exasperation and the other half out of embarrassment from the pet-name. ‘Stubborn, stubborn man.’ You shake your head, albeit fondly. Once you're sure everything has been mixed properly, you pick up the bowl and return to his side; eyes fixated on his wound as you kneel down. “Like I said earlier, I can’t just leave someone in pain when I know I can do something about it. Why else would I be a doctor?”
“Heh, you're right.” You feel his fingers on your chin, encouraging you to lock eyes with him. “I knew I was right to put my trust in you.” The smile he wears is filled with pure gratefulness, trust, and pride. Heat creeps up your neck to your face, a lump catching in your throat as your heart feels as though it skips a beat.
Turning your head away causes his hand to fall back into his lap. You take a breath before looking back at him, expression flat. “The medicine is ready. Please stay still as I clean the wound and apply it.” Picking up a clean cloth, you dip it into a nearby basin before whipping away the dried blood and lightly dabbing at the wound. Once ready, you dip your fingers into the salve and lean forward; smearing the thick liquid over the gash. He winces, and you see out of the corner of your eyes his fist clenching tightly. You make quick, practiced work of the wound. It’s easy work for you.
Wiping your hands on another cloth, you reach for the bandages, before scooting closer to wrap them around Vox’s waist. “You know,” you can’t help but speak your thoughts out loud, “in normal circumstances, I would prefer to try closing the wound up. However, there is not much point to that when it should be closed by morning.”
As you're wrapping, you can feel the demon’s intense gaze on you, but he doesn’t speak up the entire time; just watching. By the time you think to question him, you’re done bandaging, making sure they’re secure around his body. Taking your hands away, you look back up at him, seeing his soft eyes following your head's movement; an unknown look in his eyes. You stare at each other for a moment before you blink rapidly and look away. “Umm… The salve should kick in pretty soon, so you should be able to sleep with minimal pain. You can remove the bandages and wash off the salve in the morning.”
Vox adjusts his yukata properly before sitting up straighter. “Thank you, doctor. I’m sorry for inconveniencing you with this. Truly.” He pauses, looking down briefly to search for his words before looking back up again. “I meant what I said earlier, I’m happy that you chose to stay. To help my people. I don’t regret putting my trust in you…” His hand raises, resting on the top of your head, before stroking down to cup the back of it. “I look forward to the day I have entirely dedicated to you. I’d like to learn more about you. It’ll also give me a chance to thank you properly for what you did today.”
You let out a silent chuckle at his words, looking down to hide your embarrassment. “Please, Lord Akuma, there is no need for thanks. It's what I’ve sworn to do.” Your hand finds its way to his on your head, grabbing it and bringing it in front of you before placing it on his own chest and pulling your hands back. “If I might be a bit bold, though. I would like you to make me a promise.”
“Oh, a promise? Do tell.” He crosses his arms, tucking his hands back into his sleeves as he curiously tilts his head at you.
“If you get hurt like this again, do not try to hide it. Come to me immediately and I will heal you, no questions asked. Your people need you, and I will do everything I can to make sure they still have their kind, strong, and gentle leader.” Giving him a soft smile, you watch as his eyes widen a bit with wonder, before closing in content.
Vox chuckles, finally looking at you defeated. “I guess it can’t be helped… I promise that I will come here when I need your aid. I shall trust you, fully, with my health, like you trust me with your protection.”
You nod firmly, hands on hips in satisfaction. “Good, now then go get some rest, Milord. You need it to fully heal that wound.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I will see you later this week then..” He walks to the door, looking back at you one more time. “I hope you rest well too… my dear.” The last word comes out a bit teasingly, and he walks out before you have a chance to rebuttal; leaving you standing there flustered.
The future looks beautiful as the clan grows and prospers under the watchful eyes of this gentle demon. Maybe it’ll grow even better as bonds grow and blossom, love being the water to help them. The demon seems to think so, as he looks up at the sky full of stars, chest filled with a warm feeling. Yes, things look good for the future indeed.
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Hello! Can I request A,J,L for Vox? Congrats on 200+ followers!
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pairings: yandere!Vox Akuma x gn!reader
letters: A, J and L
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warning : i do not condone yandere behaviour in real life. if you ever come across someone with yandere/obsessive characteristics, please reach out for help and/or report them. if you, yourself are dealing with this yandere behaviour then please, seek for medical help. yandere, -dere or any other morally wrong genre are only to be enjoyed through fiction and not in real life.
Vox Akuma
A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)
Physical touch is Vox’s way of showing his love.
It puts him in a good mood when you initiate physical touches or ask him for some physical affection.
And it puts him in a very bad mood when you push him away from touching you.
To him, it doesn’t matter even if you’re clearly uncomfortable with it. If he loves touching you, then there’s nothing else stopping him from doing so.
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)
Vox can get jealous pretty often when the other person is too flirty or touchy with you.
And when he’s jealous, he tends to lash out no matter where he is or who the other person is.
If you don’t want Vox to hurt them badly, or even worse, then you should calm him down.
No matter how angry he is at that moment, he won’t even accidentally hurt you and will quickly calm down as soon as you talk to him.
If talking to him doesn’t help then you can initiate touches, (holding his hand, putting your hand on his shoulder, etc.) and he will definitely calm down.
L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching you?)
Vox is the type of a yandere who would abduct you as soon as he fixes his eyes upon you.
You wouldn’t even have much of a chance to “get to know him better”.
If he talks to you and immediately loves you, then that’s all the reason he needs to abduct you.
He was quite rough when abducting you, leaving a few cuts/bruises here and there on you.
But once he brought you home, he tended to your wounds very gently.
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｡⋆.luxiem + the things they do for love
—headcanons for how the boys show their love for you in their own little ways
—fluff, gn! reader, i dumped this all in one night, update i finally proofread it!, the boys are their personas in the fic, i'm not including a certain someone out of respect :(, please remember that fiction is not equal to reality, always respect the livers!
—rimi's ramble: i've always wanted to write for niji (T v T) i'll write for other fandoms too soon!
shu yamino
... entertains you with little light shows
if the people from shu's past life saw him now, he's sure that they would've had a whiplash
the sorcerer admits that he's handled his fair share of deadly curses, especially back in his prime. the delicate fingers brushing through your hair as you lay peacefully on his lap were the same fingers that conjured nightmarish realities towards those who truly deserved his wrath
does he still know all of these curses now? obviously.
can he still cast them as proficiently as before? absolutely.
shu simply chooses not to, so really, he wouldn't blame the people for whatever presumptions and thoughts they would've had about him. he's a man with a notable reputation—though good-natured, still fearful in his own right
his mind drifts along with daydreams as he continues combing through your hair, amused while imagining the terror on their faces upon seeing you so casually sprawled on his lap. no care whatsoever of the fact you're dating a sorcerer, because you trust that you can be vulnerable around your beloved shu
it was a nice change of pace. you're a nice change of pace.
your soft whine breaks shu from his daydream and he can't help but chuckle at the sound. it sounds irritated, but still playful and light. his eyes meet yours when you blink up and speak in a confused daze, "why'd you stop?"
in response, he sends you his signature cheeky grin, "you're gonna grow spoiled if i continue," he jokes, booping your nose "i also wanna show you something."
mumbling a few things under his breath, shu's hands gracefully draw shapes in the air. immediately, a humble array of beautiful sparkling lights and mythical looking creatures dance around the both of you. your mouth gapes in awe, looking at the fantastical sky
"it's a little thing i learned," the sorcerer perks up, adjusting from where he's seated so your back's leaning on his chest. a perfect view to gauge your response. "it's one of the few spells i know that doesn't hurt others. is it nice?"
you nod, still not looking away from the view, "nice? shu, this is breathtaking. i love it"
he leaves a small kiss on your temple, and you feel the smile on his lips as he murmurs a quiet thank you
shu hopes you never find out that he's spent a good chunk of his time learning that spell for you because he knew it would make you smile. and he definitely hopes you never find out that he's willing to do this over and over if it meant you two could always be like this. (that's a lie, he really wants you to know)
ike eveland
... immortalizes you in his work
to say your lover is currently inspired is an understatement
you were convinced that all nine muses had suddenly bestowed gift after gift to him, because you've never seen ike create works at such a speedy rate. he reminds you of a cat overwhelmed with the amount of treats and toys around him, because he keeps on alternating between one thing and the other
though you support your lover's endeavors and encourage him to work to his heart's content, you couldn't help the concern that washes over you when you register the amount of work he has on his plate
now you stand before his room with a mission in mind: make him take a break
maybe also grabbing an opportunity to take a little peek at the content of his works....
you march up with a tray of snacks and a drink in hand, "ike," you call out softly as you shut the door behind you, "i've got some snacks for you"
the novelist perks up at the sound of your voice and immediately turns to face you with a smile
"hello darling," he greets you softly, melodiously, while making quick steps towards you. ike kisses you as gently as he speaks to you, before he flashes an appreciative smile at the sight of your little gift "you really shouldn't have, thank you"
"you need to take a break too, you know" you're quick to comment as you trail after him while he carries the food to his desk. the novelist just hums and nods, and you get the lingering sense that what you said entered one ear and went out the other
you don't even hide the sigh upon noting all the papers scattered around his desk, "i'm serious, ike.." judging by the unfinished thoughts and abruptly cut paragraphs, it seemed like they were all unfinished drafts. "what's gotten you so worked up anyways?"
"you."
it's like he's stating an obvious fact. he replies so quickly and so casually, so unlike the deep thinker you're used to.
you stare at him shocked, while he reaches out to grab some of the said sheets of paper
"i was initially just going to write a cute romantic letter for you, but in the process of writing it, i realized i could somewhat incorporate everything that i feel for you into my actual working project. so i paused in writing the letter and went to writing my draft."
he grabs another few pages from a different pile, and dramatically continues, "but then the more i was thinking of how i felt for you, the more i thought about you in general. you and your pretty self, you'll be the death of me."
"then i realized that if i suddenly started writing about you in that draft, it wouldn't make sense, so i made a new draft just for that."
ike sighs, looking at you with a small pout, "now you can see how it became a cycle from there. really, if anything, you're..." he stops mid-thought, looking straight into your bewildered eyes. you're sure you look like a flustered mess, but you catch the way his eyes carefully map your entire face in adoration as his hand blindly reaches for his notepad
"hang on, i need to hold that thought. i'm getting an idea for yet another work."
luca kaneshiro
... has a whole folder in his notes app dedicated to you
the life of a mafia boss is no joke, you could practically imagine how hectic the day-to-day workload must be
despite your knowledge about luca's line of work, your sweet lover refuses to ever expose you to such ministries underground. he'd indulge you with scraps of information, sure; and the people under him all recognize (and adore) you, yes. but that's just as far as you're gonna get! he doesn't want to risk your safety, and you're beyond grateful for that
but imagination does wonders in filling up for whatever information you're lacking, and you pride yourself with how much your brain's able to conjure on what luca could possibly be doing (though you believe you need to tone down with the gruesome details)
one thing's for certain, there is a lot of things going on in the underworld. a lot of stressful things that leaves even your beloved sunshine of a boyfriend frustrated
his preferred method of blowing off steam? ranting to you
you really don't mind whenever he does since he'd always ask whether you're fine with him talking about it or not, and even with your consent, he really tries to keep everything to a minimum for you. still, that doesn't stop you from empathizing with the struggles and frustrations that come along with his line of work
"i'm really gonna make it up to you, okay?" luca mumbles into the crook of your shoulder, his arms securely wrapped around your frame. you just hummed and kissed his cheek, hugging him back
you regret not taking his words much more seriously
"mister luca kaneshiro, what on earth is this?"
you desperately wish the content of this clipboard was all a joke, or probably something you misread. but judging from the way he giggles like an excited child (which fits the charming grin on his face), you don't think there was a mistake at all
"i said i'm gonna make it up to you! remember?" he chirped before kissing all around your face "we're gonna start with this!"
you blink dumbly at him, "luca... this is a whole week's worth of high class things"
his grin falters and he looks at you with a quizzical stare "wait, does that mean i forgot to print out next week's cruise trip there?"
sometimes you want to take his brain and study it under a microscope.
for a good chunk of time, you scolded luca with how careless and hasty he is with spending, especially when it comes to spoiling you. he retaliates with whines of his own as he childishly pouts and points at the agenda he made for the both of you
"but you said you've always wanted to visit this pop-up cafe since the collab featured is one of your favorite shows! and since you wanna go, then i wanna go too! it even has your preferred drink on the menu, see?"
at some point you tuned out his nonstop rambling, especially when the contents on the clipboard caught your attention. you're quick to realize the entire week's plans are fit exactly to your tastes. all the places and activities are more or less suited to your preferences, and you couldn't help but inwardly applaud luca's attention to detail (he even placed the preferred time according to convenience and comfort)
you don't realize that luca's stopped his persuading rambles when he caught you studying the paper. immediately, a proud grin etches on his face at your astounded look and he puffs his chest in pride,
"i take note of aaalll the things you like and tell me about, y'know? what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't know whether- i dunno- my lover would prefer their coffee iced or hot? or, trick question: if they even like coffee at all?"
upon seeing your poorly-concealed smile, he beams a smile of his own and kisses the corner of your lips, "just allow me to spoil you and show you my love, yeah?"
vox akuma
... makes a promise ring
"red really does suit you, darling"
vox chuckles when he sees you visibly shiver from the sheer intimacy of his actions. he can't blame you though, not when he's looking at you so affectionately as he gently plays with your hand
one by one, he leaves trails of kisses on your fingers. his lips trailing and mapping each and every area as if he was worshiping you. it feels light and dreamy, the way he's showering you in affection, you really can't help the way your heart swells
the demon is truly a man of his word, an ironic statement you've come to realize given how long you've been dating him. where in stories demons are usually depicted as deceitful beings, the one standing before you is nothing but sincere
he had always been someone who emphasizes the importance of promises, and with his background, you've come to understand why
it's in his principle that promises are meant to be taken seriously. they require mutual trust and a deeper sense of connection between the individuals after all. for instance, when you broke down and told vox all your troubles one time, he wrapped you in his wine colored coat and held you to his chest. you can hear the silent oath he made to always be there for you like you were there for him
but some promises between you two are more silly. like the time he accidentally ate the remaining dessert in the fridge despite you clearly stating over and over again how it was yours. the poor man had to endure your glares and pouts through fits of amused laughter. he finally gave in when he realized you'd playfully dodge his kisses, and made a lighthearted promise to not touch whatever food you said is yours and even compensate by cooking for you that night (the food was divine)
other times, it would sometimes come in the form of affection. simple and direct to the point, but as effective as ever. if he ever had to run late due to some errands or because he's meeting up with his friends, he'll always let you know prior with a gentle kiss on your forehead. a silent way of saying that the moment he's done, he's rushing home to nobody but you
vox really is a man of his word
the ring fitting snuggly around your finger is yet another form of his vows
the red jewel glimmers and winks at you, a lustrous ruby shade strikingly similar to the shade of red your beloved voice demon loves to parade around in.. and the fact that the both of you are wearing similar rings is surely bound to have heads turning to your direction.
you're snapped out of your trance when you feel vox playing with the cool metal wrapped snuggly on your finger. instead of a smug smirk or a devilish grin, his lips are formed into the smallest of smiles. a soft and content smile. he looks at the ring like it's the one thing that genuinely makes him happy, and you understand why
vox gave you a ring not because he wants to own you, but because he trusts you'll never break his greatest oath
"promise you'll take care of it?" he asks, guiding your hand to rest where his heart is—his greatest and most vulnerable vow
"i promise"
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. ☆ ͡ ݂ mean doms who love to just torture you a little bit, loving to bring you so close to the edge just to stop right before you reach that peak. His gloved hand rubbing tight, small circles on your clit as he watches your every reaction. He enjoys the way you spread yourself further for him, allowing him more room to work with as he plays with your sensitive pearl.
Back arching off the surface that you're lying on, a little moan leaving your lips as you're approaching that sweet, sweet release you crave so badly that's making your toes curl. Thighs shuddering so intensely, how ready you were to just be disappointed yet again as he stops. You weren't the one to get so upset, but you were so frustrated at how he denied you for the third time already, wanting to complain but instead being met with a wet strike to your pussy making your body convulse and thighs immediately snapping shut.
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luxiems reaction to a partner that’s loud in bed
req . pairing : luxiem x f!reader .
smut mdni . 1.1k est wc .
warnings : mocking in mystas . pull out method in lucas . uhh it’s just filth
posting b4 i sleep.. sry for taking so long with this im a slow writer + kpop blog shit LMAO
- mysta rias
your sounds are a one way ticket to shooting this man’s ego through the roof.
whenever he gets to be on top, mysta thrives in the fact that he can make you feel so good, to the point where volume has no consequence in your poor fucked out brain. of course, this doesn’t mean your boyfriend won’t be a little mean about it — it’s just how he is.
“uh, uh,” mocking the tone of your choked up sounds, mysta can’t help but snicker while his hips slam into yours. “so—“ he’s cut off when your walls squeeze him even tighter, “shit, such cute fuckin’ noises. my dick’s that good, huh slut?”
you don’t even have the strength to vocalize your embarrassment from the cruel imitation, much too preoccupied gripping the sheets for dear life. not to mention the pathetic string of drool falling from the corner of your swollen lips; open mouth allowing more squeals to escape with every thrust while the grip on your thighs tighten.
his pace never relents, even when your walls are practically suffocating him. “c-cum, please pl— ah! please, wanna cum, mysta,” you beg, voice cracking desperately.
the pleads coming from your sore throat only encourage the male to go rougher, one sleek finger rushing down to circle your puffed clit while the others lie sternly across your pelvis, harsh pressure preventing any attempts to squirm away while massaging the bulge his length leaves on your lower tummy in the process.
with you nearly spasming beneath him, mysta smiles wider. “hold it, kay? keep moaning my name louder n’ i’ll consider. let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”
- shu yamino
it’s like a game for him — what can he do to make you even louder? theres no point in whining either, you can whimper and beg all you want, but your nerd of a boyfriend is rather strict in bed no matter how much he loves your pleas.
shu has your back pressed to his toned chest, a muscly bicep ensuring you’re immobilized by mimicking a seat belt across your waist. his free hand plunges two skillful fingers into your hole, purposely avoiding your clit for nothing but the fun of it.
even so, perhaps it’s the way he abuses that gummy spot so easily, or maybe the sloppy sounds coming from his mouth as he sucks on your shoulder — whatever it is, you simply can’t hold in your cries.
“want.. want your cock now, shu. please pl—!” a slap to your cunt along with the emptiness of his fingers’ absence has you crying out, and it takes everything in your boyfriend’s power to not groan as your ass rubs right on his bulge.
biting into your shoulder, shu tuts in disappointment. “this isn’t enough?” he lazily drags his pointer through your folds, huffing. “i thought you were my good girl.“
“i am, i am your—“ you’re cut off with another slap, yelping in a mix of delicious pleasure and pain while juices flow out from the contact.
“enough,” he spits. “good girls dont complain when they already have two fingers filling them up. they sit there, moan, and take it.” before you can reply, he’s already thrusting back into you, humming in approval when you let out a gutteral sound that can surely be heard outside the room.
“there you go, scream my name when you cum.”
though you can barely think, you use your last bit of strength to mumble out, “do— do i get your dick after?”
this has shu letting out a chuckle even while his fingers are curling into your walls, and you swear you see the tip of his ears turn a shy red. “sure, princess. s’long as you keep those pretty moans up.”
- ike eveland
yes, your boyfriend loves the variety of sounds he can emit from you, but god it stresses him out sometimes.
ike is not up for sharing nor exhibitionism, the mere thought of anyone else hearing or knowing what the two of you are up to has him pausing anxiously, even when the blissful feeling of your thighs suffocating him flourishes. he occasionally wonders how your throat manages such strain, even more so when you nearly howl from the way his lips suck around your most sensitive area.
despite your body weight crushing him, ike manages to pull off for a second to breathe. “no..” you complain, hands rushing to tug him back by the fluffy grey hair tickling your thighs.
“don’t worry, i’ll give you what you want, y/n,” he reassures, pretty face red and sweaty. “but try to stay quiet for me.”
“s’ hard..” almost teasingly, ike’s tongue is swiftly back to licking up your juices, two pale arms hooking around your thighs to ensure you’re fully sitting right on him. his prior request diminishes, in fact, the opposite only occurs.
everytime his tongue pushes into your hole, his nose bumps your clit so perfectly — not to mention the vibration coming from his own sounds against your cunt, hurriedly sending you over the edge. “geez, i say be quiet and you only get louder. bad girl.”
you’ve pretty much tuned him out at this point of your high, which ike catches onto rather quickly. though to your luck, your boyfriend is feeling merciful. “go on— mmh, just cum. as long as you’re ready to get gagged after while i fuck you.”
- vox akuma
well aren’t you just made for this man? being loud himself, vox very much appreciates your openness to matching his volume whether it be intentional or not. his ego is skyrocketing as is, but every time you scream his name, it feels as though something goes off in his brain, resembling a mental pat on the back that has his cock twitching.
“fuuuck, cunt’s squeezing me so damn tight. keep moaning like that, baby.” contradictingly, the man presses your face further into the mattress, plowing his length into you from behind at a dauntingly fast pace. it may sound strange, but vox thinks you look cute suffering underneath him like this.
you aren’t even sure if it’s tears or drool staining the sheets, but the bubbling feeling of embarrassment encourages you to finally purse your lips and stop the erotic noises circling your bedroom.
however, your boyfriend freezes, seemingly accepting this as a challenge.
his hips cease movement almost completely with only the tip poking your entrance, a graceful hand running up your sides as he whispers. “oh? what’s this?” suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled up, two fingers turning your chin to come face-to-face with a sinister sneer. “going quiet on me?”
“milord..” as you attempt to speak, your jaw is forced open wider before a glob of saliva is dropped onto your vulnerable tongue.
“swallow,” vox hisses. you comply seconds later even though your cheeks are burning red, body involuntarily squirming in pathetic attempts to run from the length slowly sheathing back inside. “good girl.”
when he’s an inch or two from bottoming out, he pulls your hips back onto him, ejecting a chocked yelp from your mouth at the feeling of him hitting that gummy spot. vox only laughs in response. “so cute.. thinking you can hide those pretty sounds from me.” an offended tch leaves his lips. “do that again and you’re not cumming tonight, m’kay darling?”
- luca kaneshiro
luca’s main goal in bed is just to please you as much as he can, so being loud does nothing but make him feel pride and act as a sign that he’s doing well — especially now when he’s putting all his strength into making you both reach bliss.
legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you let out a groan as his cock plunges into you harshly, the girth and length making your eyes squeeze shut by the fullness. “please luca..”
he grunts, sweat rolling down his face and onto yours. “what- what are you begging for now?” the blonde moves one hand down to your chest, pinching your nipple playfully.
“harder!”
“harder?” luca parrots, a mischievous smirk rising across his cheeks. who was he to say no? “don’t complain if you can’t walk tomorrow.”
regardless of his warning, he quickly obliges, snickering at how a strangled moan is forced out of you with each prod. luca is certainly aware of the racket you’re making, but noise complaints are his last concern when he gets a front row seat to your eyes rolling back into your skull. “jesus, you’re loud. gonna— shit, gonna squirt all over me babe?”
you can only nod in response, hands pathetically gripping strong biceps while his fingers move down to press the bulge on your tummy. before you can make another move he’s pulling you into a kiss, swallowing your sounds right as your impending orgasm washes over you. luca groans himself from the way your walls spasm, struggling to even pull out with your legs caging him in.
eventually he’s releasing all over your swollen cunt and stomach, groaning in satisfaction at his work while flopping down next to you. “hey y/n.”
“what, luca?”
“i think that’s one of the loudest i’ve ever got you. top three at least.”
you open one eye in disbelief, making eye contact with the same idiot who just fucked your insides up. “is everything a competition to you?”
“i’m just saying!”
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Under the (desk) Table
| warnings: smut, cursing, reader has fem parts
| summary: fucking during an off collab
| pairing: Vox Akuma
The idea that you were being watched made it more thrilling, though.
It was all you could do to keep quiet.
Vox wasn’t helping with the teasing.
He was getting more into it, bucking into your hand.
The movement caught you off guard.
You almost yelped, biting your lip to silence yourself.
“Hey, Y/N, the next question is: what was your first impression of me upon joining NIJIEn?”
The question threw you off; but the answer was easy.
You didn’t know whether to thank or curse Vox for asking.
Your mind was racing, but you kept stroking him.
You didn't let your movements falter, trying to answer him as quickly as you could.
It was hard to think, your mind fuzzy from the stimulation.
Your legs were trembling slightly from the effort of holding yourself still.
Vox had his hands under the table, one in his lap and the other between your legs.
The way he was rubbing you was making you go crazy.
It took everything you had not to moan, or whine, or squirm.
You were so close to begging him.
“Um- our f-first meeting was definitely weird..” You finally manage to say.
The words were difficult to get out; you had to think back on them, remember when you met him for the first time.
Your thoughts were so scrambled, but you tried to make sense.
Vox seemed to be enjoying watching you struggle.
His hand moved away from yours, moving your panties aside and slipping two fingers inside of you.
You gasped, eyes widening at the feeling.
The sound was barely audible, but Vox heard it.
He smirked, fingers curling inside of you.
He started massaging your g-spot, his thumb brushing against your clit.
“Care to elaborate?”
The bastard knew you were having a hard time answering, but he was having fun watching you.
His cock throbbed, and his own breathing was uneven.
He was close, and you were too.
Vox kept going, trying his best to not just fuck you over the table.
He wanted you, and the feeling was mutual.
It was taking all of your willpower not to beg for him to just bend you over the table and pound into you.
“Um- well-” You stammered, trying to speak.
Your face was flushed, and the way Vox was staring at you was making it worse.
He was smirking, watching you with lust-filled eyes.
You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers, and your hips twitched, pushing yourself down further onto them.
You couldn’t stop yourself.
Vox was enjoying every second.
The fact that you were doing this on stream was getting to both of you.
“We m-met by chance before even joining Nijisanji, a-at a party,” you start, “we both talked a-about what we w-wanted do if given the c-chance..”
The words came out a little too fast.
You hoped you were making sense.
Vox was having fun watching you, though.
He was enjoying the sight of you struggling to speak.
You were a mess, and the viewers were loving it.
There were a few comments asking if you were alright.
You were far from it.
You couldn’t keep up the act much longer.
You could feel the heat pooling in your abdomen, and the urge to scream Vox's name was overwhelming.
Vox knew exactly how close you were, and was loving every moment of it.
Your hand sped up, desperate to get him off.
You couldn’t hold out any longer, the feeling was too much.
You were about to break.
“You alright, Y/N? You sound like a mess, poor girl.” Vox asked.
You couldn’t tell if it was mock concern or genuine worry.
It didn't matter.
The comment only made you more desperate.
Your free hand gripped the chair you were sitting on, and your legs were shaking.
You were so close.
It took all of your self-control not to start begging.
You had to fight back a moan, clenching your teeth.
“Y-yes, I’m fine.. the l-last few drinks are g-getting to me,” you lied, the words barely making it out.
You hoped the excuse sounded believable.
Vox chuckled, smirking.
He could tell how bad you wanted him, but he was having way too much fun to end the game early.
He could have teased you longer, but he knew neither of you could hold on for much longer.
“I-I don’t feel s-so good Vox,” you managed to stutter.
You hoped it was enough to convince the viewers.
Vox laughed, pulling his hand away from you and moving the other from his lap.
He grabbed his drink and downed it, standing up.
His erection was still straining against his pants, but no one could see it.
Your body relaxed, your thighs still trembling.
The absence of his fingers made your core ache.
You needed him, but you were thankful for the pause.
“And with that, I think we wrap this stream up, yeah?” He announced, and the Kindred agreed.
After the stream ended, he wasted no time.
As soon as the microphones were off, he picked you up, setting you on the table and ripping your panties off.
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