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am-i-interrupting · 21 days

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I saw a demand for toxic Vox and— what if toxic Vox x equally toxic reader (except that reader is better at manipulation and pulling the strings).

Like, they are mutually OBSESSED with each other but their goddamn pride won't allow them to take a first step, so instead we get Vox sabotaging any potential love rival, Reader having it out for Valentino— and on a nsfw side, maybe Reader getting a plushie from Vox as an anonymous gift, but it has a hidden camera and well, long story short Reader knows and feigns ignorance as they have some spicy alone time (using toys) and Vox is fkn horknee and its a mutual masturbation.

(If this is too much or too chaotic, feel free to nitpick what you want! Also I prefer a male / gn reader but its gucci)

Yours truly,

🖍

Being Watched

Warnings: NSFW, electro play, sex toys, voyeurism

You were ready to go home. That was really all you wanted. You wanted to grab yourself a glass of wine and plop onto the couch.

Today had been shit. Valentino (because of course it was Valentino) had decided to interrupt your meeting with Vox to begin ranting. The two men lived in the same tower. Did it have to be during work hours?

After nearly three minutes of him ranting, you threatened to bring the man to his second death. He looked to Vox, scandalized and Vox packed things up, claiming the two of you were nearly done anyways.

Nearly done or not, he came into your time. You left pissed. Maybe you broke a window display on your way home. Maybe you didn’t.

Your mad march was stopped, however, when you saw a box at your door. You halted immediately and slowly picked up the box. It’s as fairly light.

There was a card attached to a bow with your name on it and no sender. It wasn’t a standard box. It was one specifically for presentation. You undid the bow and slowly opened the lid. Taking a peak inside, you saw a soft blinking light. When the lid was off, the light was gone and all that was left was a stuffed toy.

You opened your door. The box was set on your counter as you grabbed a glass. Your poured wine into it before you got the toy out.

It was a whale shark, not much more than a foot in length, and with two eyes on either side of an open mouth. It was so obvious who this was from.

You leaned across the counter and stared into the beaded eyes, into the camera, and at the man on the other side. You pulled back with a chuckle and took a sip from your glass. If he wanted to watch, fine. He could watch.

You debated if you should cook or not for only a second.

Grabbing the whale shark, you went to your bedroom. Quickly you scanned it before you found a vantage point centered on the bed.

“Here we go,” you said as you placed the plush there. “Perfect little spot for a perfect little thing.”

You stretched as you turned around, feigning thought but letting out a real groan as your shoulder popped. You rolled it and rubbed it while you made your way to your bed.

Bending over, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you pulled down your pants and underwear at once. Your shirt swiftly went over your head. You were impatient today.

You walked around the room, naked as can be, and bent down to give the stuffed animal a good look at your ass. You picked through your toys carefully. You were putting on a show.

You sat back down on your bed with a pillow between your legs. You grabbed one of the two dildos you’d placed on the bedside and began licking it. Your tongue glided against the sides, swirling at the tip.

It inched into your mouth. Your mouth stretched, your tongue was almost smooshed, your throat constricted around the dildo. You let it sit there for a moment, breathing carefully with your nose just above the base.

You gripped the end of it and quickly pulled it out then pushed it back in. You set yourself up quickly with a harsh, quick pace. The head of the dildo pressing against the back of your throat one second, gone the next, forcing itself back to its beginning placement and then starting the process over again.

You moaned, eyes rolling back. You gripped your hair with your free hand and pulled. A high pitched scream was muffled by your stuffed mouth.

You petted your own scalp. You ran your hand down your neck, squeezed the back of it, and then over your shoulders and torso. You paused for a brief second to nip at your nipples with a shark twist before you continued downwards.

Your skin quivered as you moved your hand to your pelvic bone. Your hips rocked against the pillow. You scratched the sensitive skin above your privates before you let yourself touch.

You gagged yourself on the dildo as you moaned and moved closer to your hand. You felt tears begin to prickle at your eyes. You flicked your fingers at the sensitive head of your genitals. You squeezed it between two fingers.

As an apology to yourself you rolled yourself between those same fingers, a nail going beneath your hood. Your eyes fluttered as all you saw was static.

You forced the dildo out of your mouth and coughed. Drool came from your mouth. It stringed down onto your thighs and the pillow between them.

“Fuck,” you moaned, voice harsh.

Your eyes flickered to the plush toy and you collapsed on yourself with a keen. Knowing he was watching just made it that much better.

The dildo still in your hands, you tilted it towards you. Your loose grip caused it to hit your face, smearing saliva onto your cheek. You moved your head up and opened your mouth. The head fell onto your lulled out tongue.

You licked it once. Then twice. You took the head alone between your lips and sucked on it. Your tongue swirled.

You closed your eyes and envisioned him. You envisioned Vox’s dick in your mouth. What he’d do and what he’d say.

The dildo slipped out from your lips.

“Vox,” you moaned into the empty room.

You looked forward, at the whale shark, at the camera, knowing he was watching. Your hips jerked and your breath hitched.

You removed your hand from yourself and used it to push yourself up.

You groaned, nearly collapsed on yourself again. Your thighs quivered.

You kept your body facing the camera as you reached to your bedside and grabbed two pinchers, two nipple clamps. You slowly, lethargically put them on. There was a painful pinch but then it became more reminiscent of pressure on a bruise.

You placed the small remote for them beneath your knee. You whined when you reached over to the bedside table again. The pressure of your body shifting to that very knee the remote was under caused the clamps to send an electric shock to your nipples.

“Fuck, Vox,” you said.

Your hand curled around the second dildo. It’d been slicked up with lube and, knowing you’d have a meeting with Vox today, that was enough. Your tight was having been stretched that morning and all day by a butt plug you’d received anonymously.

You slipped it out of you. You mourned the loss off stretch but you didn’t even notice it until it was gone. You’d grown accustomed to it during the day.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Vox looked like as he no doubt recognized the present from your no so secret admirer.

Did he moan? Did his claws shred through a desk or his clothes or perhaps his own skin? Was he smiling that manic smile he could get? Was his eye spiraling?

You whined at the thought. You tossed the butt plug onto a different part of the bed. You could worry with clean up later.

You stroked the dildo just once, making sure it was throughly lubed. It was a nice dildo, one of your favorites, also given to you by the man on the other side of the camera. If you had to guess, based on the dark base but electric blue tip, it might even be a replica.

That thought made sinking down onto it and feeling it stretch your ass so much sweeter. Your mouth fell open and your head rolled back. Your muscles clenched but couldn’t close. An ache, a wonderful, blissful ache consumed you.

“So good. Feels so good.”

Your nipples were electrocuted again. You spasmed, moaned, envisioned his hands sparking. Those claws dragging down your chest. You did a poor imitation of it.

You rocked back. You exposed your throat to the camera. You rocked back and forth. Into the fullness of the dildo and then into the shocks of the clamps.

Still, it wasn’t enough. It never was. You blindly reached for the other dildo. When your hands wrapped around it, they were met with dried saliva but you didn’t care.

You immediately, desperately scrambled to put it in your mouth. You choked, gagged. Your eyes prickled with tears. It was forced out of your mouth. When you were finished coughing, throat hoarse from the previous abuse, you shoved it back in. You gagged again but kept it lodged in your mouth.

One dick fucking your ass, the other your mouth. To top it all off, with your blurred vision, you could imagine the sparks on your now sensitive nipples were Vox’s hands.

You moaned and gagged on one dildo as you slammed down on the other. You reached for the remote of the nipple clamps and pounded the button. You convulsed and screamed, vision going white as tears spilled down your face and you legs shook.

You came to later with your body slumped against the bed frame, one dildo filling you up to the fullest, and the other, having fallen out of your mouth, rolling on the floor. The remote was sat upon your fingertips in the loosest grasp imaginable. Your tongue was lulled out as you panted.

You looked at the whale shark plush and your body twitched, wanting to give more at the reminder you were being watched.

“Fuck.”

Sluggishly, you planted a hand on the mattress only to feel your hand wet. “Fuck,” you said, now for a completely different reason. Worth it.

The next day, you saw Vox and you both played the game you always did, pretending you both hadn’t come while moaning each others names. Like you hadn’t had to wash your entire bedspread and Vox didn’t have to deep clean his keyboards. Like nothing had changed.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #nsft

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