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Arena Angel

(Chapter 1)

Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)

Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)

Bzzt… bzzt… bzzt

With what most would deem unnecessary violence, you smacked your alarm clock with all the rage one can muster at 5:00am.

“W-what time is it?”

Sleepy mumbles cascaded from your lips, as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, trying to shake the sleep from them. Forcing yourself upright, you at once your bed for a moment, contemplating your options.

You could get up now, or be late for work.

“God, I hate this fucking job.”

I mean, working at the notorious Heaven’s Arena wasn’t all bad - the pay was good, you worked with friends, and there were plenty of hot men to stare at (if you could ignore their psychotic personalities), but the early mornings really did suck.

“I swear to god, as soon as I can afford it I’m quitting this god forsaken job.”

Despite your grievances, you still found the motivation to drag a comb through your hair, throw on some makeup to hide the visible bags under your eyes, and don your rather eccentric (but kinda cunty?) uniform.

Admiring yourself in the mirror, you picked at the uniform with a slight frown.

“Holy shit, am I sexy in this uniform.”

With a sudden surge of energy, you slapped your cheeks for courage and headed off to work.

“Hmm, coffee really does make everything better!” With eyes extremely alert and a beaming smile, you skipped over to your manager’s office to learn your assignment for the day.

‘Mimi! It’s been too long, baby!”

“Y/N, you literally saw me 8 hours ago.” With an exasperated sigh, your manager got up from her desk to approach you.

“You’re on sign-in duty today. No complaints this time, honey.”

“Awh, but Mimi, it’s so fucking boringggg!” You shook her arm gently, whining at your assignment for the day.

Sign-in duty sucked. You had to act all happy and shit to meet these wannabe fighters who likely wouldn’t even make it to the tenth floor.

“Baby, please, at least let me work the desk on 100!”

Mimi groaned at your persistence. Shaking your limbs away from her arm until you released her, she returned to her desk.

“Nothing I can do, honey. You’re gonna have to suck it up today.”

With a groan befitting an annoyed teenager, you dragged your feet and stumbled out of Mimi’s office. You grumbled under your breath as you slammed the door for effect, trying to emphasise your displeasure.

“Don’t slam my fucking door, missy!” A yell came from behind the door, as you hastily jogged away. Mimi sure knew how to ruin your day with relative ease. I mean, you loved the girl, but fuck did she give you the worst assignments.

Once again, you began whining to yourself as you made your way towards the elevator.

“There’s literally never anyone interesting to speak to there. This is why Melanie works the sign-in desk: there’s nothing going on in that fucking head of her’s. I, on the other hand, am a fucking Nen user, and I’m not ever allowed to work on the 200’s anymore.” Rambling to yourself as you stomped into the elevator, you waved your hands around for emphasis.

“I mean, I slapped a participant one time, ONE FUCKING TIME, and I get borderline demoted. Bullshit, if you ask me.” With unnecessary force you slammed the ground floor button on the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited to arrive at the bottom of the building.

A dark air seemed to gather around you, deterring watchful stares from people passing by, as you slumped down into your chair, putting on your game face.

“Ok, Y/N. You’re gonna be the best fucking greeter ever so we can have maybe fun at this job again.”

Maybe this was your own personal purgatory. Your face hurt from smiling, the amount of ego stroking you’ve already done is mind numbing, and it’s not even noon.

The line still extends for hundreds of meters, and with no end in sight, you accepted your fate with a grimace.

“Killuaaaa, how long is this gonna take??” You suddenly hear an impatient whine a few people down.

You mumble to yourself, “me too kid.”

“Gon, would a little patience kill you? We’re almost there.” The huffing of another young boy catches your attention.

It’s not everyday young children show up to fight he, but then again, you can’t sense any aura from them - other from the usual leaking of course.

‘Maybe I’m getting my hopes up. At least they sound interesting - they’re fucking loud though.’

With a forced smile, you greet the pair. “Hello boys! Are you here to sign up on this fine, fine morning?” The white haired kid widens his eyes slightly, taking in your form.

“That smile looks painful.” Well, this has just killed any baby fever you have ever experienced. The green haired boy clearly needs to work on his social skills.

“Yeah well, ego stroking all day’ll do that to you, kid. Can I help you?” Slightly irked, you try to stay polite, making eye contact with the white haired boy.

“Wait a minute, do I know you? You feel familiar..” you trail off, unsure if you recognise him.

“You’ve aged poorly, old hag.”

“OLD HAG? Is that you, Killua?” Wholly unimpressed, you glare at the cheeky brat. “I’m literally 20. I was 14 the last time you saw me.”

He waved his hand, acting unbothered. “Yeah, yeah, woman. Just sign us up.”

“Well what the fuck’s this kids name, huh? Finally made a friend? Who knew you were capable of socialising, mr assassin.”

The green haired boy’s eyes flitted between the two of you, confused by the witty banter. Pointing at himself, he finally spoke up.

“I’m Gon. It’s nice to meet you, desk lady!”

“Please don’t call me that. I’m Y/N, kid. Nice to meet you. Anyways, let’s get you two signed up. Hopefully I’ll get to see more of you. It’s nice to have familiar faces occasionally.” After a few moments of admin and paper work, you finally set the two boys up.

“ookay, Killua you are number #2054, and Gon is #2055. You guys can head in, and when they call your number, head to the stated arena for your first fight.” You scribble something on a piece of paper and slide it to Killua. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything. I’m working on working my way back up the corporate ladder following my last incident.”

Killua snorts at the memory. He’s still astounded you managed to take a fully grown man down with a single slap after he groped you.

“Sweet, I’ll text you if Gon needs babysitting.” Killua grabs Gon by the shoulders, steering him towards the door, despite the boys whines at the insult. You send them off with a chuckle, more determined than ever to get back to the 200’s.

After all, you rather missed your side gig.

A/N: not proofread so sorry if bad grammar lol. this is gonna be a very silly fic. I need the hxh fandom to be reborn so I am contributing fanfics.

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xxshujiswhorexx · 27 days

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Are you going to be continuing this story on Ao3 as I've been reading it for the past while on there and I love it!

Yep!! I will be continuing it on Ao3 but as of right now it’s up to date. When I update the story I’ll update it on Ao3 so don’t worry :)

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xxshujiswhorexx · 28 days

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 6)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

Vox was gone when you woke up.

Eyes still droopy with sleep, a big yawn forced itself from your throat as you sat up, the sunlight streaming in through the shutters slowing adjusting your eyes to the early morning sun.

The bed was empty, and in Vox’s place sat a neatly folded letter. You clambered over, recognising Vox’s handwriting and your name on the letter.

My darling bunny,

Im afraid i won’t be there to take care of you when you wake up, but i’ve been called on business to the Greed Ring.

Supposedly, Mammon has a business deal for me; one that will serve to increase the VoxTek empire exponentially, my dear.

Whilst I’m gone, i won’t expect you to be at work, since there won’t be anything for you to do without me there. So please, take some days to yourself, visit Angel Dust, whatever you wanna do.

There should be coffee in the pantry, and should you need groceries please take Velvette with you; it’s too near to that time again, and i really don’t want any incidents dollface.

If you need anything else, please go to Velvette, and the Val as a last resort. I’m still not sure how much i trust him around you, especially without me around.

I should be back in a few days, a week at most.

Love you baby,

Vox

With a smile and a giggle, you crumpled up the letter, deciding to take his advice and visit Angel as the day allowed it.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you dragged a brush through your hair, flinching as it scraped your ears, surprised at their unusual sensitivity. Shrugging it off, you through on some clothes, a sweater, skirt, and matching leg warmers, before heading out the door.

Skipping out the door, you stretched the remaining drowsiness out of your sore limbs, enjoying the glow of sun on your skin. Trying to remember to route, you decided to pick up a coffee on the way, unable to find any in the pantry.

Humming a tune, your nose twitched at the fragrant scent of coffee, ears perking up in recognition. Eagerly approaching the counter, you pulled out your fluffy wallet.

“Two caramel lattes, please!” You grinned lightly leaning back and forth on your heels as you waited patiently for your coffee. After all, Angie was never a morning person, so he’d hopefully appreciate being woken with his favourite coffee.

“Two caramel lattes for Y/N?”

Not noticing the stares and smirks you got, you grabbed your coffees and hurried out the door, eager to see your best friend after way too long.

The streets of hell felt more chaotic than usual. Had something happened? Was something going on?

Shaking off your anxieties, you continued the way towards the hotel, despite feeling as though eyes were constantly on you. The familiar sight of the hotel’s large doors were a welcome refuge, as you knocked gently, you timidity returning at the remembrance of many powerful people residing here.

“Omigodomigod is it a new guest! Vaggie Vaggie come here! Quick!” The door swung open with fervour too great for so early in the morning, and you took a step back out if surprise.

“Y/N? Ohh, are you here to see Angel? It’s great to see you again! Do you want to be redeemed?” Grabbed by the hand, Charlie hastily pulled you inside, bombarding you with questions.

“H-hi Charlie! No, im just here to see Angie, my boss gave me a few days off so i came to visit!”

“Oh, that is just wonderful! Im so glad Angel has such nice friends!” Charlie gushed at your innocent demeanour, pulling you towards the lounge where Angel was sitting on a couch, scrolling on his phone.

“Charlie, my love, calm down. Its 9 in the morning.” Vaggie put a comforting shoulder on Charlie’s shoulder, intending to relax her from her excitment.

“Charlie? What’s goin’ on?” Angel called out not looking up from his phone, seemingly uninterested in the commotion.

“Angie! I missed you! Here i brought you a latte.”

“Huh? Cutie! I missed ya too you silly rabbit! Ooh, is it caramel?”

“Yup, your favourite!”

“Satan, you know me so well!”

You giggled as Angel eagerly chugged his coffee, before pulling you into a tight embrace. You sighed into his touch, ears twitching pleasedly, as he scratched your head.

“Cutie, what are ya doin’ here? Dontcha know how dangerous it is outside right now? Didntcha watch the news?”

Your eyes widened and you glanced up at him. “Why? Is something goin’ on? Mr Vox doesn’t let me watch the news, he says he’ll tell me everything i need to know…”

Angel let out a string of curses and grumbled. “Course that fucking manipulative asshole controls all the information that gets to ya. The extermination, babes. Its comin’ in 6 months now, not a year. Everyone’s freaking out.”

You gasped, a hand shooting up to cover your mouth in shock. “W-what? But that’s awful!”

“Yeah, but we got a more immediate problem on our hands. You feelin’ okay, cutie?” Angel picked you up with a set of arms and turned you around to inspect you, as if looking for something.

“W-what do you mean, Angie?”

With a sigh, he grabbed your cotton tail, causing you to whimper loudly, tears forming in your eyes.

“You’re really fucking sensitive, cutie. Your heat’s about to start, i can smell it on you.” Angel sniffs the air for dramatic effect, causing you to giggle.

“But i should still have at least a week left?”

Angel put you down with a sigh, and glanced out the nearest window. “Cutie, there’s literally like, 15 sinners out there waiting for you to come out. What, didja collect ‘em like fucking pokemon?” The both of you start laughing, as you collapse into Angel’s chest fluff, legs weak from giggling.

Angel lowered a hand down whilst your giggles were muffled in his chest, touching your panties to discover the sopping wetness between your legs as you shivered at his gentle touch. You moaned softly, gripping his biceps as he inspected your slick.

“Yup. Babes, its like the heavens have literally opened up between your legs.” He chuckled at his own phrasing, scooping you up in his long arms. “We gotta get you home to Vox before it fully sets in”

“M-mr Vox isn’t here, Angie. H-he’s in the Greed Ring on business.”

Angel cursed loudly, drawing the attention of the other in the hotel.

“Angel? What’s wrong?” Charlie inquired curiously.

“Little bunny here’s about to start her heat, but daddy Vox ain’t here to help her through it. So I’m gonna hafta help her, cause there ain’t no fuckin way i’m handin her over to Val”

“S-sorry Angie, i guess you’re stuck with me until Mr Vox is back..” you trail off, your arousal growing steadily as your sight becomes hazy.

“Sorry Charlie, can she stay with me a while? I can’t leave her like this.”

“U-uh of course Angel!” Charlie blushes at the implication, but eager to help. “Y-you can be excused from activities until she can get back to Vox!”

Angel scooped you up, preparing to take you to his room when he was stopped by the sound of Husk’s gruff voice.

“Whatcha say, Whiskers? I can’t fuckin hear ya from here!”

Husk groaned, annoyed at having to repeat himself. “I said, Alastor ain’t gonna be fuckin happy about this.”

A figure emerged from the shadows, his grin tighter and more strained than usual.

“i thought i smelt rabbit! Has our dear bunny found herself in trouble, hm?” His teasing tone was lost on the crowd, you soft pants and whimpers permeating the otherwise silent room.

“I see, well im afraid i cannot allow this, my dear. You see, you associate with the television, and i cannot allow that sort of business in this hotel, understand?” The static in his voice grows thick, his irritation audible, but you struggle to understand anything, everythung buried in a hazy fog of lust and need.

“C’mon, Al, cut her some slack. The poor bunny’s in heat and needs help.”

“Hm, no can do, my effeminate fellow! Off she goes!” His grin is so stretched it bares his gums, as his jaw clenches, seemingly holding back from something.

“Satan, you are such a fuckin ass! Promise me you’ll at least get her to Val safely, you fucker! I ain’t strong enough to get both of us through that carnage while her stench literally screams sex. ”

“Hm, i suppose that i can do.” Alastor takes you from Angel’s arms, carrying you bridal style as the both of you returned to the shadows.

“Cutie! Don’t hesitate to call! I’ll come help if ya need me babes!”

You vaguely recognise Angel’s voice through the fog, distracted by the intoxicating scent enveloping you. Grabbing on to Alastor’s chest, you bury your head in his neck, sniffing him deeply, inhaling his musky scent, the pheromones making your head spin as you whine in pleasure.

You can make out Alastor muttering curses under his breath, his smile straining as his grip on you tightened.

“My darling, you smell truly delectable, i can barely contain myself. I wonder how you would taste…”

You whine and grab at him, craving contact, attention, to be touched. The ache between your legs was growing painful, your slick coating your thigh and soaking through your panties.

“A-Al, p-please h-help me~” you plead with him, begging to be touched, to be bred. His grip continues to tighten, bordering painful, until his resolves finally snapped.

Pinning you against the nearest wall, his sharp and yellowed teeth attacked you neck, biting harshly and licking the wounds, eager to draw blood, to taste you. Lapping up the blood beading from his teeth marks, Alastor groaned at the taste, the intoxicating taste of bunny blood. Rabbit meat was rare in hell, and hard to come by, but had always been a personal favourite of the cannibal.

“Fuck, my darling, you truly are delicious. I could just eat you up right now.” He chuckled darkly at your pained whimpers and terrified whines, continuing to suck bruises onto your flesh, leaving love bites and hickies, marking his territory before handing you over to Valentino as promised.

“If only you scent wasn’t plagued by the stench of that television, perhaps i would keep you all to myself this time. Oh well, perhaps next time my darling. Until we meet again.”

And with that, Alastor disappeared, leaving you collapsed on the floor in front of Valentino’s appartment.

With gentle whine and moan, you dragged yourself on shaky legs to the door, knocking and scratching on it until you received an answer.

“Who the fuck is there, hm? I’m fuckin’ off the clock, don’t bother me putas!” Val yanked the door open looking left and right before dropping his eyes to you, his grin widening.

“Awh, my poor little coñejita~ what’s happened, bebé?” Val cooed at you, blowing thick red smoke in your face as you tried to formulate a response through the haze and confusion.

“M-mr Val, i-i need help. M-mr Vox i-is gone, a-and my h-heat s-started. P-please h-help me, s-sir…” you started to tear up out of discomfort, the intense desire proving too much for you to handle as you made grabby hands to Val, who just cooed and scooped you up, closing the door behind you both.

Val chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing.“Don’t worry your pretty little head, bebé. I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of, hm~”

A/N: So excited to write these next few chapters lol. It’s getting fun and horny

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xxshujiswhorexx · 28 days

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 5)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

“C’mere, bunny.” Vox beckoned you over. With a crooked finger and a hazed smirk, his red eyes narrowed, his intense gaze beckoning you over, without room to decline.

Vox always looked particularly handsome off the clock. His sleeves rolled up to expose his thick forearms, his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. His thick hands and strong arms looked so inviting, how could you ever think of disobeying him?

Approaching tentatively, you padded over, feet bare and still clothed in silky pajamas. Looking up, you met his intense gaze slowly, pupils dilating at the sight of his expression.

“Mr Vox..? D-did I do good, sir?” Vox chuckled at your reply, grabbing your wrists to pull you closer, as you forced out a surprised yelp. He took another look at you; the gentle glow of his screen illuminated your soft face, as he dropped a claw to caress your cheeks, pinching them when he saw your embarrassment.

“Y’know dollface, I told Velvette she could use you today since work is light in my department. But, im starting to regret not keeping you all to myself. Imagine, you on my lap, my undivided attention. We could have had plenty of fun, y’know. But i guess this is still pretty good.” As he spoke, he slipped a hand under your silky button up, forcing your breath to hitch. Clawed fingers danced up your sides, massaging the flesh before finding their place on your tits.

He took a nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling, trying to force a reaction out of you. In response, you yelped slightly at the pleasurable pain, legs shaky as you collapsed against his chest, snapping Vox out of his lustful gaze as he scooped you up, exiting the room with you cradled in his arms.

“She better have been useful, Vel. Satan knows the shit we coulda done today.” Vox called over his shoulder as he kicked open the door, taking long strides to his office.

“Cut the shit Vox, we both know she’s the prettiest one we got.” Velvette’s bored tone rang through the studio, he gaze fixed on her phone and she headed out towards her own office.

“Take it easy on her this time, yeah? I might need her again soon.”

Vox groaned at the implication, a day without your company already tedious and irritating. He certainly wouldn’t be allowing this again any time soon.

“Mr Vox?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his gaze returning to you.

“Yes, bunny?”

“C-can we go home, soon?” Your small hands gripped his shirt, head buried in the crook of his neck, the public embarrassment clearly getting to you. Vox carrying an employee in her pajamas was certainly not a sight that was seen everyday on the VoxTek campus, and many sinners weren’t polite enough to mask their stares and glances.

Noticing your discomfort, Vox shifted you in his arms. “Of course, dollface. We can go right now.”

Barely had you arrived home, when Vox placed you upon his mattress, pinning your hands above your head in one hand, the other spreading your thighs to make room for him between your legs. His mouth attacked your neck, alternating between sucking dark bruises, licking them to ease the pain, and nipping at them with his canines, littering you neck with purples and reds, as he began his attack on your collarbones.

“S-sir~ p-please, haah, i w-wanna touch you, p-please.” You squirmed under his strong hold, the intense stimulation fogging your mind of any clear thought. Vox smirked against your skin, choosing to humour you and release you wrists, his hands grabbing your plush waist, lifting your hips from the heavy mattress. Your hands quickly came down to scratch at his back, his dress shirt preventing you from the skin to skin contact you so desperately craved.

Whining at him with teary eyes, Vox finally got the message, sitting back to yank of his tie and button down, the constraining feeling agitating him. He then ripped apart your silky button up, using a sharp claw to tear your bra in half down the centre, before finally leaning down again to allow you the skin contact you wished for.

The feeling of his warm, bare chest against your own made you whine, the intimacy of the act making you squirm in desperation and anticipation.

Groaning at your pleasure, Vox rutted his hips against your core, attempting to alleviate the ache in his balls, his intense arousal visible as his nails ever so slightly digged into your hips.

“Mr V-Vox, please, t-touch me..~” Your whines and pants spurred him on, Vox continuing to grind against you, the pressure on your clit feeling absolutely delicious as you bucked your hips back against him, your slick starting to seep through your soft panties.

Hastily, Vox pulled down your panties, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy, clit throbbing and needy. Spreading your lips with two fingers, he watching in fascination as your hole pulsed and clenched around nothing, in carnal desire.

“So wet f’me, princess. What’s gotcha all worked up, huh?”

You whined at his teasing, making grabby hands at him, wanting his attention, and his cock.

“N-need you, hah~, sir.. P-please, f-fuck me..”

With a thick gulp, Vox undid his belt and slacks, pulling his rock hard cock out of his boxers, a wet patch visible from his precum. He squeezed himslef harshly, hissing at tbe contact, giving it a few pumps before lining up his angry, red tip with your entrance.

Collecting your slick with his tip, he prodded your clit gently a few times before finally pushing in, sinking into your heat with a deep moan. Your blunt fingernails scratching at his shoulders, digging into his firm muscle and flesh, as he began thrusting into you, his pace steadily increasing, the friction against your gummy walls driving you crazy, his swollen tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

You could feel the coil in your tummy growing, tears of pleasure flooding your eyes and his cock jammed against that gummy spot in your walls, pussy gushing around his length. You could tell Vox was close as well, his breathing laboured and his thrusts uneven.

With a final groan in your ear, Vox buried himself in your warmth, hitting that spongy spot and one hand crept around to grab at your cotton tail, yanking on it and squeezing it, as he came deep inside you, painting your walls white with his cream.

The sensation of being filled, with the intense stimulation of your sensitive fluff being tugged on was enough for the coil in your tummy to snap, cumming all over Vox’s cock, pussy clenching harshly as your legs shook and your floppy ears twitched, body seizing up before going limp.

You struggled to stay concious as Vox pulled out with a tired groan, your cum and his streaming out of your swollen, abused pussy, coating your thighs and the sheets beneath you.

Vox chuckled at your sleepy expression, laying you down gently as he wiped you legs clean of cum.

The last thing you could remember was a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead, and a

“good night, baby bunny.”

A/N: why is writing smut so tiring?????

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xxshujiswhorexx · 28 days

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 4)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

“Hey, Val, can we talk real quick?”

“Hm? Voxy, baby, what’s the problem~?” Vox jogged up to Val, trying to catch him on the way to his studios, a long day of work ahead the two of them. He hands Valentino a coffee he got for him, from that nice place on brimstone avenue, and Valentino takes a long sip from it, releasing a pleased groan at the scalding fluid.

“It’s about my assistant, Y/N.”

“Your cute little conejita? Whatever is the matter, hm?”

Vox wasn’t quite sure how to phrase his question. “Well, it’s just that- Y’know, it’s almost spring and-“

“Voxy, baby, I love you, but get to the fucking point.” Valentino’s patience was thin, on a good day.

“Yeah, well, I need you to stop winding her up. The poor bunny can barely function with her, uhm, season, approaching, let alone with you feelin her up all the goddamn time.”

Valentino let a low chuckle at this, taking a long drag of his scarlet smoke, throwing his now empty coffee cup into the nearest bin, before gracefully draping his long arms onto his hips.

“But she’s so fucking fun to wind up, baby. Besides, it only January, i still got at least a month before it starts just being mean. I swear, one of these days, Voxy, if you’re not careful, I’m gonna snatch up that bebé bonita and make her mine~”

Vox let out a low growl at this, his screen glitching as his eye twitched with annoyance. If he knew Valentino well enough (which he probably did), it was unlikely he’d make such an obvious move. Key word - unlikely. Valentino was unpredictable; if he had a genuine interest, Satan knows the lengths he will go to.

“Fine. Just at least promise me, next time you make a mess of the poor girl, you’ll at least finish the fucking job so I don’t have to clean up your mess.”

“Oh, I think we both know I will~” Valentino’s grin sharpened, almost salivating at the thought of of having you sprawled out under him, face red and puffy, ears teary, your swollen lips covered in drool-

Well, that’s a thought for when he has the time to scheme.

~meanwhile~

It was 7:30 am when your alarm went off. You woke uo with a jolt, your body still exhausted despite your mind being wide awake, legs heavy like lead, thighs and pussy sore. With a groan, you dragged yoirself out of Vox’s comfy bed, the mattress almost willing you to stay in bed all day, despite the no doubt mountains of work you had to do.

Throwing on a blouse and a navy pencil skirt with matching heels, you gave your hair a quick brush, quickly looking yourself over in the mirror.

‘Looking good, bunny!’ You gave yourself a cheeky grin, being your own hype man in light if the empty apartment around you. Checking the time once again, you sighed lightly, grabbing your laptop and blazer, you set off towards work, thinking of treating yourself to a nice hot cocoa from the cute cafe on brimstone avenue on the way to work.

You really did like your job. Sure, it was exhausting, but the work was rewarding; you got help coordinate schedules, review scripts, fill out paperwork, and of course, you got to hang out with Vox! Your boss really was the best, he always made sure you were busy; he knew how much you loved feeling useful.

Entering the building, humming a merry tune you had heard on the radio earlier, you greeted the receptionist.

“Good morning, Annie! Have you had a good morning so far?”

“Why, good morning to you to, Y/N! You seem in an awful good mood today, my dear!”

You grinned at the woman, leaning against her desk with glittering eyes.

“I’m just happy to be at work today, Annie.”

“I truly don’t think i’ve ever met a young person who quite likes their job like you do, love.”

The two of you shared a giggle, as she showed you some pictures of her new grandchildren. Annie was such a sweet lady; one of your favourite coworkers, in fact. She always had somethjng nice to say, and a warm smile and anecdote to welcome you with.

A sharp, british accent cut through the usual bustle of the floor.

“God, where is that girl? I’m down a model and i need someone with some fucking class for lucifer’s sake!” The confident voice of Velvette rang through the floor, employees cowering at her commanding presence, hiding as she scoured the floor.

“Ah! There you are, my darlin’!”

Your back straightened significantly, tugging at your skirt as Velvette’s eyes lit up as she spotted and approached at a brisk pace.

“H-hello, Ms Velvette! C-can i help you in a-any way?”

She brushed off your now nervous demeanour, hastily looking you up and down before grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you towards the elevator.

“Yes, yes my darlin’, Vox told me you’d be here. Listen, babe, I’m down a model for a loungewear photoshoot i’ve planned to do today, and i need you in my department, okay love? You just gotta stand there and look pretty, which you are already doin’ a fantastic job at.”

Her flattery causes your cheeks to darken, as you limply allow her to drag you into the elevator, up a floor, and into one of her studios. Well, there goes all the work you had planned for the day.

Truth be told, you did quite like Velvette; she made easy conversation and could be quite the smooth talker despite her inclination towards bluntness. She also designed the cutest clothes, which was a bonus. Overall, she was fun to work for. Unless she deemed you incompetent. Then, life fucking sucked.

The first outfit she forced you into was a silky pajama set, relatively baggy on you, revealing your collar bones as she directed you into posing for, the photos capturing your timid aura. The second outfit were Vees branded tracksuits; each designed to mimic tbe style and colour scheme if each Vee. A black and read one with skulls and hearts; Velvette. A blue and red one with wiring details; Vox. Pink and lilac with feathers and hearts; Valentino. She once again had you pose for each one, captiring the details of the fashion whilst simultaneously capturing your contrasting delicate beauty. Finally, she gave you a second pajama set, this time shorts and a button up, completely complimenting your leporine appearence, producing absolutely adorable promotional material. Well, if Velvette was pleased, it was all worth it.

“Wonderful my darlin’, thank you so much for your cooperation, love.” She kissed both your cheeks affectionately, sending you off the change back into your work clothing.

However, on the way to the changing rooms, you were stopped by the familiar sound of a staticky voice.

“Velvette? Are you done with my assistant yet? I got a shit ton of work and all my other employees are apparently fuckin useless-”

Vox froze when he saw you; all vulnerable in a silky pajama set covered in strawberries. A smirk grew across his face, and you grimaced in embarassment.

“Velvette, my dear, great taste as always. Now, if you don’t mind, me and my assistant have some work to get back to.” Vox spoke, commanding the room, as his gaze never for a second left your own.

A/N: Sorry the update took so long I am very busy lol.

Btw the reason Y/N is so nervous around authority figures and strangers is to do w her backstory :) her sudden personality changes are intentional

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 3)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

It was late when Vox got home. Work had him swamped, with interviews to film, and scripts to review, and he had texted you not to wait up.

So imagine his surprise when he walks into your shared studio, to find you curled up on the couch, whimpering out of discomfort.

Your ears perked up at the sound of the door handle turning, the door creaking open to let in the artificial light of the corridor.

“M-Mr Vox..?”

He simply couldn’t resist cooing at the sight of you, your teary eyes hopeful now that he had finally arrived, a small puddle soaking the velvet of the couch underneath where you lay, a testament to your touching of yourself.

“Oh, dollface, I told you not to wait up, bunny. Y’know how late it is?” He teased you lightly.

You could only respond with a whine, making grabby hands at his tall figure, beckoning him towards you, to give you the attention you so desperately craved.

“Poor baby, are your fingers too small to satisfy you properly? You must’ve been suffering all day; I’ve been meaning to tell Val not to get you so worked up if he’s not gonna help you out after. C’mere, babydoll.”

He scooped you up from your place on the couch, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom, the rumbling vibration of his chest as he hummed providing a sense of comfort as you clung onto him desperately.

With a gentle push of his hips he shut the door behind you two, laying you gently on the bed, caressing your face and petting your hair, until he could control himself no longer, muffling your small whimpers and whines as he licked your lips, enjoying their softness before his tongue forced its way into your mouth.

He drove his leg between your thighs, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, the other massaging your ears in your favourite way, rubbing them between his fingers and thumb. He swallows up your mewls and whines, grinning against your lips when you bucked your hips against his thigh, aching for stimulation.

He drew back just to get a better look at you, stopping his ministrations entirely, causing you to whimper and tear up.

Satan, you looked pathetic already.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled your back against his chest, leaning against his headboard. Pressing hot kisses down your neck, one of his hands slithered down your body, finding refuge between your legs. He smirked, feeling how sopping wet your flimsy panties were, a cute pink pair with bows as well. He pulled the pair to the side, circling a clawed finger around your entrance, gathering up your wetness before moving it up to apply gentle pressure to your puffy clit, flicking it softly.

“M-Mr Vox, hah~, p-please, I-i need you..” Already you were struggling to form coherent sentences.

“You okay there, babydoll? You’re bein awfully needy today, princess.” He plunged two finger into your core, catching you off guard. With his fingers deep inside you in a bowling ball grip, he finally began curling his finger, squeezing that spongy spot deep in your walls, that you yourself could never quite reach. You let out a deep moan at this, throwing your head back in pleasure, your legs shaking as his pace increased.

His own strong legs kept your thighs open, as your reflexes tried to shut them from the stimulation.

“You gonna cum, babydoll? C’mon, s’ok, you can cum for me.”

“T-Thank you, sir, hah~..”

He increased his pace once again, curling his finger harshly, scraping your gummy walls with delicious pressure. His thumb came down to rub tight circles into your clit, finally pushing you over the edge.

“C-cumming, s-sir!”

With a final yelp and whimper, you finally come, walls pulsating and clenching around his thick fingers, as he pinched your clit, prolonging your release. Presses soft kisses to your dazed face, he gently praises you for your compliance, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

“Such a good girl for me, hm? Always listening to me, asking for permission to cum. Good job, dollface.” Your face flushed at the praise, growing wetter once again, combined with Vox’s rock hard boner pressing against your ass.

Vox flips you onto your stomach, your ass up with your back arched, as he quickly undid his slacks, leaving his dress shirt on, forearms exposed.

He spat on his hand, pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the swollen, red tip. Finally satisfied, he aligned it with your hole, dragging his tip up and down your cunt, collected your wetness and poking your clit. Your desperate whines were enough to convince him to continue, finally pushing in, hitting himself in your warm, wet pussy.

He set a harsh pace, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust, stretching out your walls with a delicious pain, heavy balls slapping against your clit causing such pleasure it was almost painful.

“F-fuck, babydoll, ease up a little, you’re gonna milk me dry.” Vox tried to maintain his composure, his screen starting to glitch out at the intense stimulation, the lights in the room beginning to flicker.

“S-sir, feels so g-good, ah~, I-I’m close!” Your small hands gripped the sheets, as one of his hands reached forward to grab you by the ears, their sensitivity heightened by your arousal.

He tugged on your ears, forcing your back to arch even further, as he angled his hips to hit your sweet spot, abusing it until you were seeing stars. Your vision began to fade as you started seeing black spots, the coil inside your stomach ever tightening.

“Hah~ I-I’m gonna c-cum, Mr Vox!” With a final thrust into your sweet spot, you came around his cock, clenching down so hard his release followed shortly after, burying himself inside you as his screen buffered intensely.

“F-fuck, bunny.” He collapsed onto you, pulling out as a stream of cum flowed out of you, your shaky legs covered in a combination of his and your cream.

Pulling you close, he opted to pick you up and carry you to his bathtub, doubtful you could stand for a shower. He ran the tub, adding salts and bubbles since he knew you loved a bubble bath, and occasionally snapped his fingers in front of your face to make sure you remained conscious.

Finally, he scooped you up and placed the two of you in the bath together, leaning you up against his chest as he gently washed the two of you, seemingly enjoying the intimacy of it.

“You feelin better, bunny? M’sorry I wasn’t here to help you earlier. I’ll shoot a text to Val so he’ll stop bein so mean to ya.”

“Yeah, thank you, Mr Vox. I’m feelin better now. I’ll be sure to work extra hard tomorrow so you can see how grateful I am.” You smiled warmly up at him, your gaze meeting his own, as you embraced him in the warmth of the bathtub.

You really were too gentle, it’s a wonder why you’re in hell to begin with.

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 2)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

Vox was an angry man. At least, right now he was.

“What the FUCK does that ancient prick think he’s doing, putting his hands on my little assistant?” Yes, Vox was in quite the mood, watching your every step and action through his monitor. Watching Alastor drag you along through public, knowing he could see you both, was simply the most fucking audacious move he has ever made.

“God fucking dammit, I told her not to speak to that old-timey asshole.” Staring at his monitors and muttering profanities, he felt his screen begin glitching and buffering out of severe irritation.

“My, my, Voxxy, I wonder what’s got you so out of sorts, hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up, Val, you fuckin know why I’m pissed.”

“What? You miss the little conejita, hm?”

“Get out of my room, Val. I got work to do.” Through gritted teeth he managed to compose himself, returning his gaze to his monitors, focusing in entirely on you, and your fearful eyes.

The way your bunny ears fluttered when you were thinking. The way you batted your eyelashes in surprise. The way your little button nose twitched when you were upset.

God, it was hard to stay mad at you.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp buzzing of his doorbell, likely signally your arrival. He watched on his screen as Alastor bade you goodbye, planting a soft kiss on your hand, and watched your face darken with a blush at the action.

If he was angry before, now he was fucking seething.

No sooner had you entered the building and greeted the secretary, then Vox harshly grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you up to his office, ignoring your pretty little whimpers and pleas on the way up.

Finally in his office, he slammed the door and locked it before speaking.

“Y’know, dollface, I only had one rule for you here. Don’t fucking speak to Alastor. And y’know what, pretty girl? You just fucking broke it.” The lights in the room start to flicker and glitch as his irritation grows.

“‘M sorry, Mr Vox, b-but he wouldn’t l-leave me alone..” you cower away from his as he approaches you, eyes welling up with tears as your nose begins to run.

His anger stalls as he sees your teary eyes, letting out a sigh and releasing his power.

“C’mere, dollface.” He beckons you over, taking a seat behind his desk. As you approach he grabs you by the hips to sit you snugly on his lap, straddling him, as your face grew brighter.

“Y’know I can’t stay mad at you, babydoll. Just promise me you’ll try to avoid that asshole?”

You whimper affirmatively nuzzling into his chest as he pulled you in for a firm hug, reluctant to let you go.

“Okay, dollface. Run along now, Val wants to see you.”

Satan, was he such a sap for you.

Climbing off his lap you walk towards the door on shaky legs, gently waving him goodbye before closing it behind you.

Adjusting your skirt, you decided to go find Mr Val, to give him your report.

Wandering through the building, you finally found a staircase, and climbed up a few flights to reach the porn studios, where Valentino could usually be found. Growing increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of naked people and lube in the environment, you began to get rather desperate.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mr Val?” You timidly asked the nearest actor.

“Uh, yeah, he’s in studio 6 right now, but be careful pretty girl. He’s in a mood right now.”

Hurriedly thanking the actor, you rushed off to studio 6 eager to speak to Val and leave the porn studios as quickly as possible.

“Goddammit, kitty! Why are these putas so fucking incompetent!” The sound of glass breaking indicated Mr Val’s presence, the actor’s observation of his poor mood being dead on.

“Well, if it isn’t the little asistente~ Any news for me, bonita conejita?”

And as always, his piss poor mood could be fixed in an instant by the presence of a pretty little thing. Feeling better already, he pulled you into his lap on his couch, your back against his much larger torso, as he began picking through strands of your hair, humming softly to himself.

“I-i found Angie, Mr Val. H-he’s stayin at the princess’s hotel in the center of town. I-I know you’re sad he’s not stayin with us anymore, b-but I think this could mean his work will improve, s-since he has more space ‘n all..” you trail off, embarrassed at your rambling, while Valentino simply chuckles at your naïve attempt to protect Angel from him.

He turns you around on his lap, blowing pink smoke into your face, making you cough gently.

“Such a kind little bunny, hmm? Trying to protect Angel Dust from the big bad moth man, yes? You really are una conejito estúpida, but such a cute one~”

He grabs your jaw forcing you to look him in the eyes, your skirt riding up as he forces you to lean forward, hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“I could make you a star, bebé bonita~ how’d you like that, everyone would know your face. And pussy I suppose.. no, I think I’d rather keep you all to myself, conejita.~”

He pulls you ever closer to pat your head and rub your ears, knowing just how much you love the attention.

“Hmm, you better go now, bebé. I got films to direct.” With a grin, he’s shoved you off his lap leaving you in a shaky heap on the floor. You carefully hoist yourself off the floor, deciding to head home for the day, all whiny and teary from how worked up everyone’s got you today. Oh well, hopefully Vox will take care of you later.

A/N: I love writing Val so much omg it’s so fun he’s such an ass

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 1)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

Frankly, Vox was a stressed out man.

Endless meetings to attend, scripts to review, and catastrophes to clean up; very little could consistently relax the poor man. Luckily, one of these particular vices just happened to be readily available; you.

Oh, how he loved to watch you flit around his offices, big floppy ears twitching with concentration, large brown eyes peering up at him, searching for approval and validation. It almost made him feel guilty, the way you obeyed his every beck and call.

Regardless, your presence had become a somewhat comforting one in his workplace, ever since you had the unfortunate fall from earth following your untimely death. Your loyalty to the overlord only made sense, given his boundless generosity towards you, providing you with a job as his personal assistant, as well as a small flat inside his studio.

Thus, when he discovered that Valentino had decided to send you on an ‘errand’, he was less than pleased. Of course, you with your unbridled kindness and timidity couldn’t even think of refusing such a request, despite the sex maniac holding no legitimate power over you. So, off you went, suddenly feeling rather exposed in your open white blouse and tight leather skirt (a favourite outfit of Mr Vox), as you wandered through Pentagram City, glancing back occasionally at the directions that Mr Valentino had so graciously provided.

All of a sudden, you feel yourself slam into something, or more aptly, someone. Your nose begins to twitch in fear of the consequences, knowing full well the cruelty of the sinner residing in the area. Peering up at the stranger with teary eyes, you mumble an apology, and pull yourself back up on shaky legs.

“Not to worry, my dear! Accidents happen, of course! Although, you really should watch where you are walking, darling.”

The static in his voice, almost tangible, sends shivers down your spine, his glowing eyes intensely staring into your own, as if to bear witness to your very soul.

“How rude of me, I neglected to introduce myself. I’m Alastor, darling, the Radio Demon.”

The man, Alastor, extends a hand to greet you, but the mention of his title causes you to freeze, and flinch away in fear. The demon’s smile strains in reaction, appearing confused and mildly offended.

“T-the Radio Demon? M-Mr Vox said I’m not allowed to speak to you..”

Alastor’s grin tightens at this comment, his snarl baring gums, yet he chooses to feign ignorance.

“My dear, it’s impolite to not return a greeting.”

Due to the mild threat in his tone, you reluctantly tell him your name, your bunny ears twitching in fear, as you look up at him.

“Now, my dear bunny, wherever were you off to on this fine morning?”

“Mr Valentino w-wanted me to s-speak to Angel Dust about his s-supposedly ‘poor work ethic’. S-so, I was h-hoping to find him at the Hazbin Hotel..” you trail off, unsure of how much information you could safely disclose.

But Alastor’s grin only brightens at the news.

“Well, my dear, you’re in luck! I was just about to head over there myself!” With that, he pulls you closer to him, evoking a surprised yelp from you, and wraps his arm tightly around your waist, setting off at a brisk pace.

Alastor hums a jolly tune, seemingly ignorant to your struggles in keeping up with his quick pace, almost being dragged along. Finally, once you had reached your destination, he finally releases you, this time choosing to grab you by your arm. But, for some reason, he chooses to spare a moment, and look you over.

You stood a fair bit shorter than him, having to crane your neck to meet his eyes, but furthermore you were simply trembling with fear. Your nose was twitching, your floppy ears fluttering with anxiety, and your doe eyes refusing to meet his gaze.

You truly were just adorable. Oh, he was going to have fun breaking you.

And with that, he flung open the hotel doors, the action catching you off guard, as you jump again.

“Awfully jumpy today, my dear? Why, is everything alright?” He asks with a condescending grin.

“Just peachy, Mr Alastor.” You manage to mumble out a reply, starting to overcome your fear of the radio demon.

“Now, now, you mustn’t lie, my darling. But, trust me, you have nothing to fear here.” He draws you closer again, his clawed hand playing with your hair, as you looked up with a tight frown. Once he got bored of your lack of reaction, he decided to switch his focus, petting your bunny ears. This action caught you off guard, their sensitivity causing you to whimper, bringing a hand to your mouth to stifle your noises. Alastor’s grin grew ever wider, finding a new way to push your buttons. He increases pressure on his ministrations, causing you to yelp as your jelly legs gave out and you collapsed against his chest. He finally relents in favour of hoisting you back up onto your shaky legs and wobbly knees, forcing a whine from you at the loss of contact. He chuckles darkly at your compliance, your passive nature truly pleasing him. Perhaps he should keep you around; that truly would annoy Vox… but that’s a thought for another day. For now, he needed to build trust in you.

“Toots? What are ya doin here, cutie?”

Angel’s New York drawl fills the room, his voice full of concern.

“M-Mr Val sent me, Angie. Please, I-I don’t want you to get hurt…” your eyes well up at the thought of poor Angel’s contract, as he rushes over to hold you.

“I just came to warn you, Angie. Mr Val isn’t pleased. He’s mad at you, and he’s gonna make it hard for you. P-please, Angie, come back, for your own sake. I miss you…” you trail off, sniffling.

“I know ya do cutie, and it’s ok that big V’s mad at me. I can take it, sugar. But, toots, what about you? Does Vox know ya here? He’s gon be real mad that you been hanging with smiles over there.” Angel rebukes you, concerned for your own wellbeing.

“M-Mr Val said he’d tell Me Vox that he’d sent me on an errand for him, so I think I’ll be fine…”

“Sure, toots, whateva ya say.” He pulled you in for a tight hug, as you buried your head in his chest fluff.

Angel seemed a lot happier now. You were glad that he had begun to escape Mr Val’s clutches.

“Angel, who’s this?” A chipper voice interrupted your thought, as you were greeted by a tall blonde girl, who seemed ecstatic to see you.

“Charlie, this is Y/N. She’s Vox’s assistant and just came ta check up on me. Y/N, this is Princess Charlie Morningstar; she runs this shitty hotel where I’m stayin.”

Suddenly aware that you were in front of Royalty, you bowed nervously and squeaked out a greeting. Your timidness was met with aws and statements of your cuteness, causing your face to darken slightly out of embarrassment.

“Well isn’t she just adorable! Now my dear friends and guests, I believe I should be escorting our dear bunny back to her workplace. After all, we wouldn’t want your boss to worry about, would we? “

You gulped at Alastor’s words, nodding your head vigorously, as he once again, grabbed you by the arm and began marching away.

“See ya, cutie! Come visit sometime!” Angel yelled as you left.

“Bye-bye, Angie! I’ll definitely come see you again!”

And with that, you set off towards the entertainment district.

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