sorry for being weird, the loneliness and the need for a deeper, more meaningful human connection is eating me alive

Playing w/ lines...

lucifer (incorrectly) remembering what year Al is from: "c'mon snake let's rattle" Alastor with only vague knowledge of that phrase: punches him point blank in the face

I'm thinking of ways to subtly annoy Yandere!Alastor without getting your ass beat.

Teasing him about his tail would be the easiest way, but it can also ineffective at times, depending on Alastor's mood. If you were to tease him about it when he is in a good mood, he will tease right back and enjoy the fact, you're initiating a conversation. However when he is in a bad mood and you tease him about his little fluff ball, he will be very irritated. "Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say," he grumbles.

Another fun thing you could do is nudge him repeatedly, while he is trying to focus on something. I imagine you keep poking his cheek, repeating his name to which he repeatedly hums until he snaps. Alastor grabs your finger firmly and bluntly asks, "What?" "Nothing," you reply, smiling at his annoyed expression. Also posing "3am questions" such as "Is Ketchup a smoothie?" will have him question your sanity, but ultimately irritated.

Velvette is sooooo cute.

I really like her as a romantic interest. She is very bratty, but at the same time super sweet. I'd imagine she wants to go on shopping trips and get carried around if her feet start aching. She gets sooo pouty when she doesn't get what she wants. Velvette won't complain, but her mood will change most definitely until you do what she wanted of course.

I just feel like even her bratty attitude is very endearing because she isn't truly upset and you know it. She will be more silly about it, like you called her by her name instead of "love" or "princess", so now she is ignoring your advances.

"Come on, princess," you began, only to be huffed at. Rolling your eyes, Velvette took great offense. She gasped, "First you call me by my name and now this! You are so mean!" A small smirk coupled with a raised eyebrow stretches a across your face. Sighing you step closer to her. Gently you began caressing her upper arms, whispering next to her ear lowly, "Now sweetheart, is that anyway to talk to your lover?" Velvette shivered. You grinned, continuing, "I know, I made a mistake, but you and I could start on working to fix the problem. I even know in just what way we could..." You moved your hands to her hips, feeling her lean into your touch.

I think she would be a switch, leaning towards submissive a little in a committed relationship. When she is submissive, she is very cute and sexy. She knows how to get you going and likes putting on a show with lingerie. To be honest, it's just pleasant to look at her, admire her. Of course you ought to give her lots of compliments or else she will actually feel hurt. When she is dominate, she still wants praise, but will give little in return. I feel like she would be into puppy play, like she would give you a collar and will only satisfy you if you behave.

Overall, I just think she is great as a regular love interest. I can't even really imagine her as a yandere, but maybe that's because I find her too sweet and would let her do anything to me lol

Baby-trapping

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synopsis: How likely they are to baby-trap you

cw: yandere themes, mentions of forceful pregnancy (includes non-consensual)

a/n: I don't know how reproduction works in the Hazbin's version of Hell, but let's just assume it still works.

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Vox

He isn't fond of the idea. As Hell's most charismatic celebrity, Vox believes in his social skills to be enough to keep you with him. Naturally a baby would bind you forever more, but does he really want some shithead running around? Taking your attention away? The thought has him set in a bad mood. If you happened to get pregnant, he'd tell you to abort it. If you happened to have a kid before meeting him, he'll use as leverage in fights. He'd say, "Why are you acting like such a bitch? At least, I'm giving that little cunt a roof over his head, so listen to me before I stop being so generous!" It's by no means perfect, but Vox can be reasoned with. Well, most of the time anyway. Overall, he disregards them until they become useful. If there are no children, he won't force it.

Alastor

Haha, no. I think he would be a fine with children and he does consider the option, purely for the controlling and sadistic aspect. At the end though, it'll drive you further away from him, so he'll never force a chill. When you both fight however, he will come eerily close to you, static noise filling the room. "Don't underestimate my restraint, dear. If I wished, I could ruin you spectacularly." For this comment to slip, you'd need to really piss him off, like doubting his devotion or looking at someone else romantically. Overall, if you don't or do have children, you'll be fine. He won't really use them as leverage nor hurt them. Alastor would talk shit about you to your children though, not because he is angry with you, just for the entertainment and for your children to become offended.

Valentino

Yes, he would force you to have a child, regardless of the circumstances. It's not because he likes children. God, he hates those whiny little shits..., but they are a great reminder of how much power he has over you. Valentino likes tormenting you. That is the only appeal you have to him, being a fun toy. The children won't bind you, but that will never be his goal. Seeing you sob uncontrollably is what he seeks and enjoys. Everything after is disregarded. "Oh come on~! Was it really that bad?" He laughs mockingly, puffing his smoke, "You'll survive, love." Either way you're fucked.

VOX WINNING “HOTTEST CHARACTER IN HAZBIN HOTEL” LET’S GOOOOO 💙💙💙💙💙 (first post here starting with the TV man 🤭)

AS HE SHOULD!!!

YALL, VOX WON THE HOTTEST HAZBIN CHARACTER POLL?????

WE STAY WINNING!

Human AU Vox

I can't stop thinking about Vox.

There two ways to think about Vox as a regular love interest. You could think that because this might be his first time ever genuinely liking someone, he'd stumble over his words and struggle to charm their little crush. He is just so overwhelmed with these new emotions. He doesn't know how to act, especially when his old tactics don't result in the expected reactions from you.

This version is cute, but I feel like, it's inaccurate to his character. I can agree that you might be his first genuine crush, but I don't think he'd get nervous that badly.

The first times these emotions rise up, he swallows them down. Yeah, yeah, a pretty face walks by. Of course, it'll peak his interest, but he can't lose sight of his goals and that is to broaden his influence. He will only have to confront his crush once you both get to talking.

"The name's Vox," he lowly spoke, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you." Quickly you take your hand back, not hiding your disinterest. "Oh please, the pleasure is all mine," you reply, noting his smile becoming a little straint, "Let's skip right ahead to business. I don't like wasting my time." "Ah, just the way I like it. Follow me," he said, gesturing you to his office. Vox held open the door, a charming gaze looking back at your stunning face. Up until now, no smile or joy was presented in your attitude, but as you passed him, you shot him a small smile, "Thank you." It made Vox's breath hitch. His eyes widened and his body tensed up a little, yet his smile stayed the same.

An airy chuckle escaped his lips, "No need to thank. Its common courtesy really." "In a place like this? It's rare," you countered, sitting down and waiting for him to follow. Vox quickly shut the door and sat down across from you. Talking to you was easy, especially when a laugh or two snuck in-between. Vox found himself relaxing, enjoying the sound of you voice more so than the actual deal.

This when it hits him that he has a crush. The realisation doesn't stop him or makes him stutter. The only clue you might have of him catching feelings is that he keeps adjusting himself in his seat or talks a little faster. Honestly, nothing else changes. His tone, voice, body language, smile and eyes don't change a bit. Nothing is less or more genuine than before, because Vox is a competent business man first before he is anything else. Over time it'll appear more clear... to others that is. You will stay oblivious because that is how Vox wants it to be. It's going to be far more likely for someone else to tell you that Vox has feelings for you than for him to admit it. Vox isn't a coward about his feelings per say. He will drop you hints when the moment is right, but that is all he is giving. He likes the moments spend together more than anything and if this is all he can get out of this that is just fine by him.

Of course, he wishes for more, but if it isn't what you want, then this is just as good for him. That attitude might change though if you get interested in another demon or spend less time with him. Days that should have been spent together become days where he roughly fucks some whores to let his frustrations out. Those days will also have him casually checking his cameras scattered across town, just to see if you're fine or with someone he should worry about. Naturally you have no idea of this occurring because Vox doesn't want the image of the "suave and charming business man" to slip away. He fears, he can't be this vulnerable with you, at least not now, because you might reject him outright and completely severe contact. So he will continue talking to you, exchanging witty comebacks as well as a flirtatious comment here or there.

Also I think this is clear from the beginning, but just to have added it, Vox would never use his powers on you. It feels forced and that's no fun. He will however use his power to maybe impress you, only if the situation suits it of course.

Ok, that's it. No more thoughts available rn.

Depravity (Vox x Fem!Reader)

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wc: 2.5k

cw: vulgar speech, drugs, dubious consent, explicit themes, oral (receiving + giving)

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Working for Valentino has never been pretty, but nothing is truly beautiful in Hell anyway. It was easy money at least. You only had to serve some perverted freaks drinks and stroke their ego, occasionally stroke their ego in the sheets as well. Sounds easy enough, however on days where Vox frequented the club, it was truly hellish work. He was always so rough, grabbing onto your waist like he owns you. Valentino owns you, but it seemed as a member of the Vees, Vox had just as much of a claim over you as Valentino does. Whatever, he wasn't in tonight. Apparently he had some meeting to attend.

"Baby, get us another drink!" Valentino requested over the blaring music, shaking with his empty glass. "Right away, Sir," you said, taking not only his glass, but also those of his whores who kept on touching him. Rolling your eyes you quickly weaved through the dance field, bumping into sinners frequently. As soon as you got through the horny bunch, your eyes land on the bar, to be precise on your colleague. He shot you an empathetic glance. "Tough costumers?" He asked, already preparing the round of drinks, you needed. "Not really, Valentino just doesn't get enough of your new concoction," you heaved, taking a temporary seat at the bar and slumping on the counter. He simply smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment." "You better!" You retorted, pointing a finger at him, "Thanks to you I'm making bank in tips tonight." Tapping your arm reassuringly, he told you playfully 'to go get those tips'. "I swear, I don't know what I would do without you in this shit hole...," you mumbled before getting off your comfortable seat.

As you left with the drinks in hand, you saw in the corner of your eye his boyish smile appear. Sometimes you wondered how he ended up down here. Nevermind that now, you have to get the drinks Valentino and then take care of other VIPs. Weaving through the crowd just as before, you get back to their table. His whores are now making out with one another, whilst he puffed his smoke, merely enjoying the view. Bending over, you put the drinks on the table, allowing for them to make an audible clicking sound. As you straightened up, you felt a hand slide from your ass to your waist, just shy from touching your tits. You tensed up.Valentino whistled, "Look who decided to show up!" None other than Vox stood there, tightening his grip on you. He smirked, yelling over the music, "Yeah, wouldn't dream of missing this!" Valentino and Vox laughed before diverting their attention elsewhere. Unfortunately for you, Vox diverted his attention to you.

He let his hands roam your body from your waist down to your hips as he whispered into your ear, "I need to let off some steam, sweetheart..." Tensing up further, you simply smiled. "Of course, Sir," you politely told him, leaning into his touch, "Would you like me to grab some bottles of bourbon first?" "Oh no," he waved you off, "I got you covered." Your eyes widened. He got you covered? That was new, so that can't be good. Vox found your nervousness amusing and even a little arousing. Excitement filled his chest as he led you to one of the back rooms where folks can relax in a more sexual fashion. When you entered the room, the music became barely audible, fading into a thudding noise as the vibrations hit the walls. The door clicked shut and Vox tossed his jacket to the arm armchair beside the bed.

Taking a deep breath you put on a charming smile as always and laid down on the bed. "So what are you in the mood tonight, Sir?" You asked, tilting your head to appear docile. Vox grinned. "You know, I would love being rough with you, while you weakly try to fight back," he replied, crawling on top of you, "But I'm craving something else tonight..." His hands started roaming your body. His gaze flickered between your cleavage to your eyes. You pulled him down to give him a small peck on the lips. "What might that be?" You asked sweetly. Vox, instead of giving you an answer, started kissing you back with much more fervor. Your hands wandered from the back of his head to his neck. It made Vox groaned into the kiss and grope your tit, allowing a moan to escape your lips. "Fuck," he cursed, breaking the kiss to look deeply into your eyes, "such a good whore..." His hand held your face before moving down to your throat. He grinned as he pressed a little on your throat, "My pretty whore..." After giving you a small kiss, he stood back up and went to his jacket.

Your gaze followed his movement. Vox looked much more tired than usual. Maybe that's why he is acting more gentle as well. You figure you can't complain. At least you'll be able to walk tomorrow. After some searching Vox finds what he looked for. It was a small heart shaped bottle which you quickly recognised. "An aphrodisiac?" You giggled, "That's very unlike you, Sir." "Vox," he said firmly, sitting down on the bed, "Tonight I want you to call me by name." Tensing up a little, you adjusted your position to be more comfortable. "Are... are you sure?" You asked hesitantly to which Vox nodded. You hummed, fidgeting with the sheets underneath. Vox noticed, moving to caress your thigh. "I know, I tend to be more rough," his smooth voice murmered, moving his hand further up to your hip as he also leaned closer to your face, "but I need something more... delicate." God, that silver tongue of his really knows how to set the mood.

You felt your underwear dampening. "I can provide whatever you need, Vox," you whispered sultry, touching his chest lightly. Vox's breath hitched. "Shit," he cursed lowly, "you're so good to me..." He captured your lips in another kiss, but this one was different. His lips lightly pressed forward and his hand held your chin just as gently. Vox treated you so softly. It left your chest warm and your heart racing. Slowly he broke the kiss, allowing a sweet smile to appear. Gazing into your eyes, Vox let a short silence fill the room as he admired your face. You shifted a little, ultimately averting your eyes. You heard him clear his throat and pop the bottle open. Looking back at him, he downed about half of the aphrodisiac and offered the rest to you. Naturally you took it, drinking every last drop of it.

After placing the little bottle aside, you wanted to get started right away as usual, but Vox stopped you. "No, no," he chuckled, finding your confused expression cute, "go the other end of the bed and touch yourself." Your eyes widened. Your cheeks felt much warmer than before. Somehow this felt more embarrassing than begging for his cock. "Alright...," you affirmed, backing up. Tantalisingly you slowly pulled off your clothes piece by pice before tossing them away. Vox continued watching you, softly touching his crotch. You couldn't help, but notice how his dick started growing. It slowed downed your movement so much that Vox noticed. "Keep going," he commanded, grinning mischievously. You continued until you laid bare before him.

His hungry eyes coupled with the effects of the aphrodisiac kicking in had your pussy already pretty wet. Carefully you opened your legs, feeling the cool air hit you. You started gently touching your clit, flinching at the contact. Everything felt so sensitive, so you began simply moaning. Vox looked pleased. He unzipped his pants, adjusting his seat to comfortable start jerking off. Groaning loudly, he too felt sensitive all around and as he looked at your slutty body, he felt extreme excitement to fuck you later on. For now however, he paced himself, stroking his dick slowly. Instead of focusing on his eyes, you looked at his hand. They were rough all around and grabbed onto you so well everytime. They fit your filthy body so well.

A loud moan escaped your lips as you thought back to Vox digging his fingers into your flesh. "Fuck...," you cursed, moaning sweetly. "You look so good, baby," Vox complimented, groaning himself, "Sound so cute too." His breath hitched, a moan slipping out. Your hips shifted, trying to find a better spot as your fingers entered your pussy. The other hand moved to your tits, playing with your nipples. "Fucking hell...," Vox cursed under his breath, stroking his dick at a faster pace, "such a pretty whore." Your head began spinning, getting lost in the sensation. The filthy sounds filled the room and the music became barely audible at this point. Closing your eyes you just wanted the shameless feeling to consume you whole. As you did, you heard Vox shifting. He held onto your thighs tightly. It slowed down your movement.

"Babe," he whispered shakily, "Let me help you out." You moved your hands away. Vox pushed your legs together and pushed them to your chest as well. "Hold on," he requested, his voice breathy. You did as told and held onto your legs firmly. Vox chuckled lowly, caressing your thigh, "You listen to me so well, baby." He let his nails graze your flesh before he leaned down to your pussy. Giving it an experimental lick, you couldn't help flinching. The warmth of his tongue felt unexpectedly good. You couldn't help, but let out a satisfied sigh as he continued gently, "Fuck..., keep going." Vox's tongue circled around your clit slowly before entering your pussy. It made you moan quite loudly and in turn, made Vox moan as well. The vibrations had you arch your back. Strong hands pressed you back onto the bed. Vox groaned, fastening his pace, occasionally circling back to your clit. Another moan of yours slipped out. "Oh, please. Please, please, please...," you heaved, growing frustratingly close to your orgasm.

You think the aphrodisiac was now in full course, because your vision grew blurry as your mouth continued begging sweetly. It had Vox's grip tightening. He pressed further into your pussy, groaning loudly. It makes you shiver. "Gonna cum," you moaned, "Wanna cum. Can I cum? Please, I need it!" Vox hummed, his fingers moving to your clit to roughly please them. You closed your eyes, focusing solely on your ecstacy. You moaned loudly, thanking Vox for his generosity. God, Vox loved you. He loved how you made him feel. It's irresistible. The same way liquor is to an alcoholic, you are simply addicting. His tongue continued for a little before he backed up. Vox sat up straight looking at your fucked out expression. It looks like the aphrodisiac was working well. Your body was so beautiful. Vox caressed your waist. "So pretty...," he mumbled quietly. You heard it, smiling innocently. With great effort you sat, pushing Vox's chest. He let you push him on his back. Your hands roamed his chest, despising his clothes. You unbuttoned his dress shirt, before slipping your hands in to feel his body. He felt warm and it was getting by the minute.

You giggled, looking at Vox who was wide eyed and flushed. Whilst touching him, you leaned forward to make out with him. He happily reciprocated, allowing his tongue to roam your mouth. You heaved a small sigh. Vox groaned. Your hands continued their work, finally undressing his dress shirt. In a swift motion, Vox tossed the clothing aside without breaking the kiss. However you decided breaking the kiss ultimately. Both of you panted, although Vox certainly looked displeased by your behaviour. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but you found it cute. Quickly you pecked his lips, petting his cheek. "Don't be upset," you told, lowering yourself onto his crotch, "I'll give you something much better than a kiss." Silent anticipation wrecked his body as you slowly unbukled his belt. Fuck, he should have done this way sooner. Would you act like this if he...? "Shit...," he moaned, his body relaxing into your touch. Kissing his erect dick softly, your hands moved up and down. Slowly you captured the tip with your lips, sucking gently.

Vox couldn't help, but buck his hips forward, making you take more than you wanted. "Come on...," he mumbled, "Take my dick properly. Can't wait any longer." You hummed, making Vox curse some more. You removed your hands from his dick, settling them on his thighs. You fastened your pace, deep throating him easily. Vox leaned his head back, heaving a sigh. He looked back at you, placing his hand on top of your head. You expected him to push you further down, instead you felt him stroking your hair. "Pretty whore...," he hissed, "my pretty fucking whore, doing so well for me." The praise encouraged you to keep going, even though your jaw started complaining. Moans slipped through Vox's lips easily and they were followed by sweet compliments. The sound of his voice made you wet all over again. Slowly he quieted down, whispering, "Gonna cum... Gonna cum, princess." He lightly pushed your head further down as he came, making you gag severely. Quickly you backed away, coughing vigorously. "Shit," Vox cursed, petting your back, "You okay?" You nodded, clearing your throat. "I'm fine," you said, licking your lips clean, "you taste so good." Chuckling Vox kissed you briefly, "Can give you more from where that came from."

He pushed you on your back, kissing you everywhere from your head to your collar, except for your lips. His hands were also busy playing with your tit and ass. You pouted, "You keep missing a spot!" Vox halted for a moment to look at you. He smiled. His eyes were twinkling with joy. "You're so cute," he stated, capturing your lips, "I want you to be mine." "Already am, baby," you replied, muffled by the kissing. Your lips felt a pleasant tingling when kissing Vox. Normally the man would be too busy biting you to be this loving, so the feeling had you relaxing more into his touch.

The night continued on with a passion like no other, however your memory became hazy at that point. You figured it was a side effect of the drug, but you couldn't complain Vox was gone in the morning, leaving a heavy sum of money on the side table. With sore legs you got out of bed, putting on your clothes. When you took the money, you saw a note there as well. "Had fun last night. Wanna spend some time alone? No sex, just talking. Call me," it read, followed by a number and an obnoxiously large signature. Sighing deeply you thought through the offer. Vox was an okay sexual partner when he focused on you, but romantically? You had no idea. "Eh, why not...," you mumbled, making a mental note to text him later after you leave the now empty club.

Making a little bit of an 💫aesthetic💫 change

Thinking about Vox again...

Being his little trophy wife who gets spoiled endlessly, monetarily speaking. It's really just for the public, so Vox can look good and more charitable than he really is. Eventually though, all the kisses shared in public make their way into your privat life. You would be the one to do it accidentally, like after an exhausting day of performing as the great couple of Hell you gave him a kiss on the cheek as usual. Vox would stop whatever he is doing and give you a confused look, while also feeling his systems warming up significantly.

Little by little these things add up and Vox will naturally do those small affectionate gesture even in privat. That would include stuff like holding the door open, guiding you with his hand on your back or calling you by your pet name.

It will only really hit Vox how your relationship has developed when the other Vees see him act around you. Velvet and Valentino are just chilling, while Vox is on the phone. He is talking to you very sweetly which is off. Usually he'd just keep it professional and short. He is also using your pet name which caught Valentino's attention. Discreetly he'd get Velvet's attention and they start listening in on your conversation. Vox is laughing to whatever joke you told him. He tells you he will be back late because of work, but the way his tone sounds is so... apologetic? It makes Valentino and Velvet exchange a confused glance. Vox finishes the call with a big gentle smile in his face.

When he turns around and sees the other Vees looking at him weird, Vox asks them what was up. "You're acting weird," Velevet says, squinting her eyes at him, "Why are you acting so lovey-dovey?" "Pfft," Vox laughs, "lovey-dovey? Oh, please I'm anything, but that." Valentino just hums, "That's why you had a big ass smile on your face?" Vox shakes his head, telling them both off for even spying on his phone calls. But what has been said is said and now it has Vox taking another look at your relationship.

Maybe I'll re-visit this scenario some time later...

Human Alastor, my beloved

Hello! First off all, thank you to everyone who enjoyed my little story. Secondly, I need your help because I can't decide how the story should move forward, so please vote! And here is a link to the story parts:

Vying 1 Vying 2

i dont want the nonchalance I want the obsessive passionate ravenous bloodthirsty chaotic love for each other !!!!