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6esiree · 2 days

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More Than Just A Sugar Baby Pt. 2

Summary: Imagine you’re Vox’s and Adam’s sugar baby and one of you start’s to develop feelings?

Warnings: NSFW, AFAB reader, penetration, rubbing, swearing, if you squint there’s a bit of angst in Adam’s part. Heaven bucks are void in Hell so he just protects you from the loan sharks. Sorry, I’m a sinner thru and thru. Anyway, MINORS DO NOT READ!!!

Vox:

A doll like you didn’t belong in the porn industry—that’s what Vox told you when you asked for Valentino. But he only offered you financial salvation to get back at the moth, tired of his on and off relationship with him. How could you not accept, though, especially when porn had been your last resort? When you took Vox’s hand, he never anticipated that your arrangement would turn into something more than a simple act of revenge, but that was entirely his fault.

“Always such a good girl for me—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Vox had your legs folded against your chest, your eyes squeezed shut as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace, the room filled with the filthy sound of your squelching cunt. You let out a loud whine as his fingers found your swollen clit, trying to coax another orgasm out of you. One, two, three, four—you counted in your head, milking his cock for what might have been the fifth time that night, the man clearly pent up.

“Such a greedy little—” Vox said, his screen buffering, “—cunt.”

He was so, so close, his thrusts growing sloppier with every second. You reached out and grabbed Vox’s shoulders, bringing him in for a kiss, but then Valentino’s contact popped up on his screen. “Shit, Val’s calling…again,” You groaned, falling back onto the mattress in defeat. The moth had called Vox about, what, several times already? It was really starting to turn you off.

“Decline it, I’m—fuck!—about to finish,” Vox said, sighing in relief as you swiped your finger across his screen. “That’s better—don’t want to cum to that fucker’s contact.”

You understood his reaction, made aware of the pair’s history when Vox eventually opened up to you. But as far as you knew, whatever love they had for each other was dead. Well, at least on Vox’s end, because Valentino was still pestering him. “Yeah, I bet,” You said before interrupting yourself with a moan, the head of his cock hitting into that velvety spot inside of you.

“Val found out about you,” Vox suddenly said, catching you off guard. “He pissed me off, so I told him that I didn’t need him anymore because I had you.”

You blinked, clearly confused. Why would Valentino care if Vox had a sugar baby? Relationships like that were purely transactional, a mutual agreement with no feelings involved. Unless Vox was suggesting that he told him that you two were a thing—no, that couldn’t be. You were a nobody compared to the man on top of you, so why would Valentino care?

“I don’t get it,” You started, your brows knitted together. “Why would Val care about me when I’m just…you know, nothing serious?”

Throughout the whole time, Vox never let up on fucking you, but he did slow down his pace and abandon your clit with your question. A funny feeling stirred in your chest as he peered down at you with an unreadable expression, seemingly debating his response. But then Vox released your legs, your throat bobbing in anticipation as he grabbed ahold of your jaw, making you look at him.

“Come on, sweetheart, you seriously can’t be that dull,” Vox said, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“I just didn’t want to assume, that’s all,” You stammered, looking everywhere but at him. “So, uh, are you going to want me to pretend as if we’re a thing from now on?”

“Pretend?” Vox grunted, burying his cock deep inside of your cunt as he leaned into you. “Wouldn’t it be better if it were real?”

The man was a powerful and influential overlord, so you would be set for eternity, but you also came to know him more intimately as the time passed by. He treated you pretty great with your arrangement, so surely he’d be better as a partner, right? “I—yes?” You said, your eyes fluttering shut when he rolled his hips, feeling rewarded for your response. “That’s my girl,” Vox said, his cock pulsating inside of your cunt.

“Your girl,” You repeated, unable to believe the turn of events, but you weren’t complaining.

Vox hummed, leaning down to give you that kiss you had tried to give him earlier, his hand relaxing against your jaw. “How about we take a shower after this, hm?” He spoke against your lips, his eyes flitting down to see your cunt swallowing his cock, your juices dripping down your thigh. “You won’t electrocute me?” You joked. It was funny until Vox pulled out of you dragged you off the bed by your ankles, telling you “Why don’t we find out, sweetheart?” as he picked you up and took you to the bathroom.

Adam:

For an Angel, you found Adam to be pretty selfish and egotistical, saving you from the loan sharks pursuing you during the extermination in exchange for the ‘privilege of getting fucked by the first man alive.’ You only agreed because you needed an easy way out of your situation. When you nodded your head, he shoved his tongue down your throat, one hand on your breast while the other slithered past the waistband of your panties, whatever happened afterwards lost within a random sinner’s apartment.

“Fuck, babe. I just got here and you’re already so wet.”

Your face was pushed into your pillow, Adam’s chest slack against your back while he entered you from behind, your cunt eagerly swallowing every inch of his cock. He groaned into your shoulder, the edge of his mask digging into your skin, but the way he slowly massaged your clit as he bottomed out compensated for the slight discomfort it caused you.

Adam wasn’t usually this…attentive, his movements quick and sloppy as he tried to make the most out of your little meetings. But tonight, he was being gentle with you, seemingly focused on your pleasure by the way he slowly started to thrust into you, his free hand toying with your nipple. Your cunt fluttered around him, overwhelmed by all the different sensations.

“You like that?” Adam rasped into your ear, goosebumps littering your skin at the sound of his voice. “What about this, huh?” He continued, rolling the hardened bud in between his fingers.

You tried to answer him, you really did, but you were only able to muster a moan as he pulled out of you completely, the head of his cock pushing past your slick folds and back into your hole with a slow, hard thrust. “Shit, well, I guess that’s good enough,” Adam chuckled, your face flushing in embarrassment. “Shut up,” You said, but then he squeezed your nipple, making you yelp.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, bitch,” Adam grunted, lifting himself from your back, a whine escaping your throat as his hands moved to your hips.

“Call me a bitch one more time and the deal is over,” You said, glaring at him from over your shoulder, but you didn’t actually mean it.

“I don’t think that’s in your best interest, babe,” Adam said, picking up the pace and finally fucking you properly. “I’m the one who’s keeping you alive with every extermination—isn’t that just fucking ironic?”

The sound of skin slapping against skin enveloped your room, including your cries and his groans of pleasure. You constantly thanked Charlie for making the walls thick, Adam driven by the fact that he was doing something so…forbidden. But that wasn’t the only thing—he had developed a soft spot for you, feeling a distant ache in his chest whenever he heard the clock tower ring, his cue to leave.

“I can—ah, fuck, right there!—take care of myself just fine,” You said, his thrusts growing more unforgiving. “Sinners can’t truly kill each other anyway.”

“Yeah, but you can still feel pain,” Adam said, pulling out of you completely, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing.

Before you could think about asking him why he had stopped, Adam flipped you onto your back, your eyes widening as you stared back into his face, his mask nowhere to be seen. He rarely ever took it off, so of course you were surprised. “Come on, baby, I can take care of you better,” Adam said, the head of his cock brushing against your clit as he leaned in to kiss you—now that was a first, but you accepted it anyway.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips glided against yours, the stubble on his chin scratching at your skin, but you couldn’t care less. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling your bodies together by grabbing onto where his wings connected to his back, swallowing the yelp that escaped his throat. Apparently, they were sensitive, because he suddenly plunged his cock back into you.

“Adam! Fuck, slow down!” You cried out, your grip on his wings tightening.

“You’re so lucky I can’t impregnate you,” Adam panted, putting his forehead against yours. “Fuck, why do you have to be a stupid fucking sinner?” He added, sounding disappointed. “You don’t belong here—you should be up in Heaven, with me.”

“You don’t—what?” You said, slightly taken aback. You thought Adam had told you that he could take better care of you just to continue your arrangement, but no, there was more to it. “You don’t actually mean that, Adam.”

“Is it really hard to believe that someone like me wants more than just a simple fuck?” Adam said, sounding pained, but he still reached down to massage your clit to help you finish alongside him. “I guess that’s my fault, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” You said, and you would have offered him more words if your orgasm hadn’t hit you. “Fuck—‘m so sorry.”

Adam thrusted into you one last time, his hips stilling as he emptied himself deep inside of your fluttering cunt with a heavy sigh, his fingers withdrawing from you. “Don’t be, babe,” he said before capturing your lips with another kiss. As much as you enjoyed it, you couldn’t help but wonder where you stood with Adam—until he told you that he’d figure out a way to see you more often, and not just for sex.

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undatable-otome-char · 1 day

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Yeahhh

Happy pride month !

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bigfatbimbo · 1 day

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Subtop Vox with a quiet partner. He's doing his absolute best, whining as he desperately tries to make them feel good too but isn't getting the reaction he needs so he starts tearing up because he thinks he's not doing good enough which is not only a hit to his ego but also makes him worry they're gonna leave him or something because he's apparently not good enough for them to be loud. Pathetic men beloved...

a/n — I don’t think you wanted the reader to be this mean to Vox but um… I dunno. Also if you think this sounds similar to other works i’ve made, your right the writers block is crazy!!

warnings — dom reader, f!reader kinda, mommy is used once, subtop!Vox, NOT PROOFREAD, bimbo needs to sleep so bad.

summary — Vox fucks a quiet reader but gets incredibly insecure and fucking cries

Being quiet during sex is such a way to fuck with Vox’s head. He’s used to drawing reactions from people, whether they’re on their knees worshipping him, or humiliating him on public television, he’s very good at provoking some kind of emotion.

So when he’s on top fucking into you, and you’re not moaning in pleasure and begging for more, he can’t help but take it to heart. He’d probably try to sweet talk you to get you in the mood, “I bet you like this, huh?” and then turning into “What..do I need to be faster?” “Why don’t you like this??”

To really leave a mark on his ego, you’d give him some sort of condescending response like, “Aw, It’s okay, you’re trying your best. Look if it’s really bothering you, I guess I could always pretend.”

His brows would furrow, trying to grit his teeth so he doesn’t whimper, “Fuck—kk you—“

But he doesn’t want you to pretend for the same reason he doesn’t just hypnotize you: he needs you to actually like it. Not for any moral reasons, don’t get him wrong, but because he needs to feed his ego, make himself feel needed and capable.

But how are you not reacting?? The speed his dick is jolting into you… the feeling on his dick… fuck, it’s getting hard to form a coherent thought. But there is one that stays. His body is almost overtaken by the euphoric feeling his getting from your tightness, if he’s in shambles, why aren’t you? Is he weak, not good enough, both?

Finally, he whines while rutting into you, desperately searching for any trace of validation from you. “W-what do you want? Pleas—zz—se, i’ll do anything— Should I go slower? Ah, I need—“

“You need mommy’s approval? Want me to tell you how good you’re doing?”

He’d whine and nod his head pathetically, chasing his feeling of pleasure despite the growing shame in his stomach.

Finally, you weren’t being so damn quiet, jesus, at least you were going to talk him through it.

”Then do better.”

You say it like it’s so obvious, and so final, to make matters worse you stopped talking after that, going back to your silent persona as you gaze up at him with little to no emotion.

It’d take a moment to sink in but he’d try, and fail, to cut the next whine short, before it dissolves into a choked sob. The only thing that could make this moment more humiliating for Vox is crying, but he can’t stop his eyes from filling with tears.

He was Vox, the Vox. You should be graveling, thanking him for wasting his time on you. But instead, you’ve made it apparent the sex was only good on his end, and fuck it was. Humiliating, yes, but that added so much to it.

He almost wanted to let a tear fall, to bait you out of your silence so you could once again degrade him. Was that too far? Was he just vulnerable and horny? Probably. But god, if the control switch didn’t fuck with his head.

He wondered if you thought he was a failure. Shit, a year rolled down in his screen, that was enough to let the flood gates loose. He didn’t mean for that to actually happen, but he slowed his pace so catch your reaction.

Your gaze, to his surprise, softened. Your thumb came up to his screen and wiped the water to the side, but staying on his cheek area.

“Oh honey, you’re not doing that bad. It does feel good.” Your sudden reassurance came as a surprise to Vox, who only could whine in response. You weren’t even being that nice, but that didn’t stop a bother tear from spilling over, and it certainly didn’t stop Vox’s hips from momentarily ceasing their jolting.

Then, your expression changes, “Did I say you could stop?”

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writteninlunarlight-years · 3 days

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~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~

This is a lovely commission from a moon of mine. They wish to be anonymous, but I do have a brief description of the headcanons. I would like their reactions to finding out their s/o is self-harming, how they would try to help them day to day, and what new coping strategies they would suggest/get them to try. I'd like this with Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox. Romantic Lucifer, Alastor & Vox caring for Reader

TW: SELF-HARM MENTIONED, COPING SKILLS (These may not work for everyone), ANGST/FLUFF

Lucifer:

When Lucifer found you that day, he was devastated. You were so frail and small in his arms, and it hurt his soul.

He cleaned you up carefully and bandaged all your wounds. Holding you close to his chest, telling you how much you mean to him.

It was common knowledge to everyone how much he cared for you and how he compared you to the angels in heaven themselves.

He didn't leave your side for weeks, helping you through every emotion and thought that crossed your mind.

He was honestly a little overbearing, making you feel worse that he was dedicating his whole life to you.

When you brought this up with him, he calmed down on the clinginess but still routinely checked up on you.

He enlisted Charlie and Vaggie, two of the people he trusted most in the world next to you, to find better ways to help you avoid reverting to harm.

He took the learned material seriously and began helping you set up healthy routines again slowly.

He helped you with big tasks that felt way too much at the time while still giving you the independence you needed.

He made sure you two went on 'hot girl walks' once a day to help you get more vitamin D.

He conjured a whole gym area for you in the hotel after learning the endorphins in exercise would help.

If you ever had a dark day or a bad event, he would re-cling himself to you.

Even if you protested, he was right there, ready to go and assist you.

He told you daily how much he loved and cared for you and helped remind you how needed you are in this realm.

Alastor:

Alastor rarely felt broken in his human or demon life. Not often did anything shake him to his core.

The day he found you, though, near death and fading, he was a broken man indeed.

You were not allowed to leave his arms no matter how hard Charlie or other inhabitants asked him to let you be looked at by another.

He had years of wound care experience, so he took to cleaning and tending to you.

Was it mentioned that he was in complete demon form the whole time? Well, he was, and he was so angry at the world but so gentle with you.

He wasn't as clingy as Lucifer; instead, he was a silent observer, only coming when asked.

He refused to let you out of his sight, though, making sure that if you weren't physically with him, his shadow was nearby.

He basically destroyed your room by looking for anymore harmful objects. He made up for it, though, by getting you brand-new everything.

"A brand new you is refreshing, my love letting go of the bad.'

He helped you dye and cut your hair when you decided to go with the whole new me look.

He took your eating habits to heart and ensured you had three meals a day, all prepared by him.

Good nutrients would significantly improve your mental health and give you more energy and stamina.

Every morning, when he woke by your side, he would remind you, "You are never fully dressed without a smile, my love."

Vox:

Vox is a big baby on almost anything, especially when things don't go his way or play out how he expects them to.

He never expected to be serious and somber about anything detrimental until he found you that day.

He was terrified of losing you, and his immediate reaction was to hold you close and get you to a hospital.

Man has every tech device in Pentagram City, but he knew what you needed was far beyond his scammy gizmos and gadgets.

Once in the hospital, he was pacing the room, wearing a grove into the floor.

Once you were cleared and ready to go home, he asked you simple fundamental questions, ranging from a simple "why" to a more in-depth "How can I help you?"

He knew that when you answered in shrugs and 'I don't know,' he would have to do the grunt work to help his love.

He talked to doctor after doctor and scoured the web to find all the best remedies to help you.

He took up yoga with you, and right after yoga ended, he would sit with you in a warm bath and talk about what you thought.

When you fully started opening up to him about the dark thoughts clouding your brain, he was already prepared to help.

He helped you cleanse your social media and even recommended good, worthy shows to distract you from your thoughts.

Vox loved you more than life itself and couldn't imagine a world without you in it.

He made sure every day you knew that you would look in the mirror at him lovingly holding you and remind yourself of that, too.

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pinksartdump · 9 hours

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Some possessive Vox

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mintaikcorpse · 1 day

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"Vox can do better than Val!" This is Vox when Velvette told him that his little boy toy tore apart her model NO THE FUCK HE CANNOT

#HE LITERALLY LOOKED BACK AT THE DISMEMBERED ARM AND SMILED #HE GETS OFF TO PEOPLE IN PAIN #HE IS A HUGE ENABLER AND USES SLAVE LABOR AND IS ALSO A CAPITALIST #they need to stay together bcuz if they dont everyone is endanger just accept it #vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel #voxval #staticmoth

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bella-goths-wife · 1 day

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What exactly do the Vs want from Pet? Whether to increase their power, what is each of the Vs looking with them?

🐢

What is each V member looking for in pet?

Warnings: mentions of adult film industry, emotional, physical and psychological abuse,mentions of sexual assault

Vox:

Originally Vox just wanted to use your power to gain him more influence and money

He saw you as a convenient person who he could use up until your powers ran dry before kicking you to the curb

But then you had to go and intrigue him

Your nature of cunning manipulation for survival and your lack of empathy for those who mock you just intrigued him beyond comprehension

He watched you for months as you handled mockery and abuse flawlessly, you had a strength about you that wasn’t common amongst hells population

He spent so much time with you and watched as your abilities grew and part of him felt like he wanted to show you how to use it to its full ability

But there was also a weakness to you that he wanted to exploit in a self imposed way, he wanted to rub away your strength to expose the fleshy vulnerability underneath

And he does as he used the power imbalance between you two to push you to your limits to see the truth underneath your act of strength

He wants a fatherly bond with you, he views you as the daughter he could never have when he was alive

He wants to groom you to be his heir, while also keeping you just powerless enough to never try and contradict him

He wants to raise you above the rest but keep you under his thumb

Velvette:

At first, velvette just wanted a competent assistant to make her life easier

And when Vox brought you in, she trusted that he hadn’t brought in some idiot so she decided to use you to assist her

And you were good at it, extremely good at it

You were so obedient, velvette often commented

Like a dog, she’d always state confidently

She just grew to like you as her obsession became sustained by working with you so closely

She quickly realised why she wanted your presence so much

You became a pet to her

Something cute to pet and show off

And something that she could hold power over you

She gains entertainment from you, you sustain her constant need for attention without her having to endure a friendship with you

She cares about you, but in the same way she’d care about an expensive car

Your a possession to her, you’ve gained her favour through obedience and she craves something to have brief affection with while being able to degrade you

She wants a pet most of all, and you make such a pretty mutt

Valentino:

Valentino wants a victim

Sure, he has plenty in his porn studios who he can abuse at the drop of a hat

But there’s something different about you

Your ability is able to calm him during his rages, and that makes you feel so much more of an intimate victim to Valentino

He has many uses of you, therapist, punching bag, assistant and calmer

He wants to provoke emotions out of you that he can’t get from anyone else

Your like a shiny toy that he wants to poke at to see what reaction you give

Your the perfect victim to him

The perfect toy

He treats you similar to his other toys but the fact that his touches only border on assault shows your a favourite

He doesn’t know what he wants from you, he just knows that he wants you

Your his favourite toy and he wants to keep you forever

This is probably the worst piece I’ve written for this au but I’m sleep deprived and it’s been in my drafts for too long 😭

I’m sorry it’s not detailed

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 2 days

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A Pets New Collar (Vox x Pet!Reader)

(& a gift for pet anon)

Word count: 7003

Cw! Dub/noncon, explicit smut, masturbation, clicker training, pet play, creampie, overstimulation, BDSM, blow job, humiliation, daddy kink, praise kink, electrocution, let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: He calls you in and gives you a collar to wear. It has a little charm on it, a ‘mood enhancer’ as he calls it. He can use a remote to control you through the collar- sending waves of pleasure through you when you’re good, or an electric shock when you’re bad. You can also make yourself feel either of these things by messing with the collar yourself. He uses it to make you more suggestible to him, then says he needs to train you. By the end you’re a drooling blissed out mess- but at least you’re a good pet.

"Babe! | see you finally made it to my office," Vox said, spinning around in his chair to face me. He looked enthusiastic, but I knew he wouldn't hesitate to restrain or hypnotize me if I didn't give him what he wanted. "I missed you so much! Can I have a kiss, please?"

"Vox please," I said, rolling my eyes. "You’re my boss. That'd be highly unprofessional. Why did you call me in?"

"Really darling? Don't be like that. I just want a little bit of affection from my favorite assistant. And I called you in here because I have some work for you to do," he said, patting his lap. "Now come over here and give me a kiss."

"Ugh," I groaned and begrudgingly walked over, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. I looked away, embarrassed, and didn't sit on his lap. "You're always so fucking difficult!"

"Mm, that's more like it. But don't try to pull away from me now, sweetheart. I want more than just a little peck," he said, grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his lap.

"Fine!" | snapped, giving him a kiss on the lips. I lingered for a moment, then pulled away, a scowl on my face. "God, I hate you so fucking much!"

"Oh come on, babe. Playing hard to get isn’t as cute as you think it is. I know you don't really hate me. You love me, deep down," he said, kissing me again. This time, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and explored it hungrily.

"No- Stop!" I shoved him away, then stood up. I turned on my heel, already trying to make a break for the exit. "Just leave me alone!"

"Where do you think you're going?" he said, grabbing my wrist and yanking me back towards him. He pulled me onto his lap again and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place. "You're not going anywhere until I get what I want."

"And what, exactly, would that be?" I asked, my voice a low growl. I hated him so fucking much.

"Well, I want you to be my little pet. To do whatever I want, whenever I want," he said, kissing my neck. "And right now, what I want is for you to take off your clothes and let me have my way with you."

"No," | said firmly. Shivers went down my spine as he kissed me, but I refused to play into this. I refused to let him have his way. "I'm not interested. I'm a person, just like anyone else, with my own thoughts and needs and wants- I'm not some pet for you to play with when you get bored. And I sure as Hell am not going to undress just because you asked. You're my boss, l'm not into you, now let me go."

He chuckled, his breath warm against my skin. "Oh, my sweet little pet. You don't have a say in the matter," he said. Before I could react, he pulled out a small remote and pressed it.

"What is that?" | asked, trying to move away. I scowled as he held me in place.

"It's a remote to your collar," he said, holding up the small device. "I put it on you while you were unconscious once. Works like a charm. It allows me to control you with just the press of a button. And right now, I'm pressing the 'obedience' button."

"Fuck you," I said, stubbornly sticking my tongue out at him. "It'd only work if I was wearing the collar, dumbass. Not sure if you've noticed, but I'm not currently wearing it."

His smile faltered a little at that, but he quickly recovered. "Well, that's easily remedied." He pulled out a collar from his desk drawer and held it up for me to see. "Put it on, or I will make you regret it."

"No," | said firmly. "Besides, you can make me as obedient as you want but that won't change how I feel. All you're doing is controlling my actions, not my thoughts or emotions." Well, I didn't know that for sure. I was hoping he couldn't control that, but there was no way for me to know for certain.

He looked annoyed at that, and scowled, curses pouring from his lips. Before I could react, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "I can control more than just your actions, my dear," he whispered in my ear. "I'm very good at controlling thoughts and emotions.”

"I..." l was going to say something, but lost my train of thought as he put the collar on me. My mind became a little foggy and I swayed in place for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. I ended up leaning against his chest a little for support. "...What?"

He smiled at me as he noticed me struggling for words. He then proceeded to adjust the collar around my neck, making sure it was tightly fastened but not too tight that it would cause discomfort. "There," he said, caressing my cheek before kissing me softly on the lips.

I half heartedly kissed him back, still confused. I couldn't quite process what was happening. "Hm?" I asked dumbly, as I tried to think.

He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. "It's okay," he said, soothingly. "I know you're confused right now, but trust me. You don't need to worry about anything. I'll take care of you from now on."

"That's nice of you," I said with a small nod. "What's going on? I'm sorry, that probably sounds stupid..." I blushed a little, embarrassed. "I can't... really- I just- I can't really think straight. What was happening before this?"

He shook his head, gently cupping my face in his hands. "Don't worry about it," he said, tenderly. "You don't need to remember anything. All you need to know is that you're mine now."

"Yours..." I repeated softly, leaning into his touch. "Hmm... I feel so nice. Is it you?" I asked innocently. I didn't know there was a mood enhancer in the collar. He'd told me not t worry so I wasn't. I was just curious and happy.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me. "Yes," he said, chuckling softly. "It's me. I'm the reason you're feeling so nice right now. I have a little something in your collar that helps you relax and enjoy yourself.”

My eyes lit up, a huge smile filling my face. "That's so cool! How'd you do it? Can you show me how it works? I wanna feel even better. I wanna be good for you!"

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice warm and soothing. "I can definitely show you how it works. But first, let's get you out of these clothes."

"Okay," | said happily, with a nod. I immediately obliged, taking off my clothes for him. I paused when there was nothing left but the collar. I ran my fingers over it, fondly. "I can keep this, though, right? I like it."

He watched me with a hungry look in his eyes as I removed my clothes. When I was completely naked, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch the collar around my neck. "Of course you can keep it," he said, his voice low and husky. "It looks good on you."

"Thank you," I said lightly. I gave him a kiss, unbothered by the situation. The power he held over me, the way I was naked and he was still in his business clothes, the way he was using me? I didn't notice any of it. The collar was doing its job. "I feel like a good pet. Am I a good pet? I wanna make you happy."

He smiled as I kissed him, his hand still resting on the collar around your neck. "You're an excellent pet," he said, his voice full of approval. "You make me very happy." He leaned in to kiss me again, his other hand wandering down my body to rest on my hip.

I grinned and kissed him back. Eager and full of excitement, I threw a bunch of questions at him the moment he pulled away again. "How does the collar work? Does it make me a better pet? It makes me feel nice. You make me feel good. I want more. Can I have more? Please?"

"The collar enhances your obedience and desire to please me," he said, his hand moving from my hip to cup one of my breasts. "It makes you more responsive to my commands and more eager to satisfy my needs." He squeezed my breast gently, his thumb rubbing over my nipple.

"Why wouldn't I want to obey you?" | asked, confused. I hadn't remembered how I was acting just moments ago, resisting him at every turn. The collar was messing with my thoughts, I couldn't even imagine denying him what he wanted. "You've been so good to me. You're a good owner. The best owner! I like being your pet."

"That's right," he said, smiling down at me as he continued to tease my nipple. "I am your owner and you are my pet. Your job is to please me and obey me, and my job is to take care of you and make you happy.”

"I love you," | said, leaning into his touch. An odd sort of warmth filled me up, particularly around my inner thighs, though I didn't know why. I was too dumb to understand, I just knew I liked what he was doing and wanted more. "I want to make you happy. Please let me make you happy."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you will," Vox said, his voice low and husky as he leaned in to kiss me. He lifted me up and set me down on his desk, pulling my legs apart so he could stand between them.

"Mm..." I mumbled as l let him do what he wanted. My hand reached up to my collar, rubbing the charm that was attached to it. The charm was actually the part that enhanced my mood, but I didn't remember that part. I rubbed my thumb against it, back and forth, feeling better and better, getting wet for him. I moaned softly and smiled.

Vox noticed the way I was rubbing the charm on my collar and chuckled softly. I was so unaware, it was adorable. It was all too easy to get me like this. I’d be a perfect little pet for him.

He reached up and took my hand in his, pulling it away from the charm and bringing it down to his belt. "Let me make you feel even better.”

"Okay," I said, without question. I wasted no time in undoing his belt, sliding his pants down and out of the way. I was an eager little thing. Like an excited puppy.

His pants were soon pushed out of the way, revealing the growing bulge in his boxers. "God, you're so fucking hot.”

"Am I doing good?" | asked, pausing for a moment. I looked up at him for approval, wanting to make sure I was being a good pet.

Vox looked down at me with a hungry expression as I pulled his boxers down. He chuckled at the question and stepped out of his boxers, his hard cock springing free. "You're always good for me, pet," He said, reach down to stroke your cheek gently."

"Mm.." | closed my eyes and purred lightly, leaning into his touch. My hands found their way to his dick and I started stroking it for him, desperate to please.

Vox moaned as I leaned into his touch, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of pleasure. He groaned as I started to stroke his cock, his hips thrusting forward at the feeling of my hands on him. "Fuck, yeah... just like that, baby.”

I was a little confused- still disoriented- but the collar quickly overrode that feeling, replacing it with pleasure. I was making him feel good, I was being a good pet, so the collar rewarded me with good feelings like this. Being obedient made me feel nice. I continued to stroke him, even leaning down to plant a small trail of kisses before continuing.

Vox let out a low growl as I continued to plant kisses on his cock, up and down his shaft, his hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. He guided me as I sucked some parts and licked at others, teasing. His hips thrusted forward as he moaned. "Good girl... such a good little pet,"

I smiled, my pussy tightening and leaking precum as he praised me. I looked up at him and opened my mouth wide so he could put his whole cock inside- I wanted to show him how good I could be.

Vox groaned as he watched me open my mouth for him, unable to move for a few seconds as he processed exactly what his little pet was doing. Then, his cock was sliding deep into my throat. He held onto my hair as he began to thrust in and out, his hips bucking forcefully as he used me for his own pleasure. "Fuck... yeah, just like that.”

I didn't gag- the collar likely wouldn't allow it anyway. My eyes rolled back as I continued. His pleasure was my pleasure. I made sure to give him everything I had, his weight in my chest making me feel wonderful. I moaned around him, my pussy throbbing as he continued to use me.

Vox's thrusts became more desperate as he felt my throat tightening around him, his cock throbbing with pleasure. He seemed to love the way I moaned around him, the vibrations sending him closer to the edge. "Such a good little pet... taking me so well…”

I tried to respond, but obviously couldn't. I moaned again instead, desperate to get him off.

Vox groaned at the sound of my moans, his hips bucking harder as he thrust deeper into my throat. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing with pleasure. "Fuck... you're gonna make me cum..."

"Please," I tried to say. I tried to beg him to, to tell him how bad I wanted him, but it came out as incoherent noises with his dick still in me.

Vox moaned at my muffled pleas, his hips stuttering as he came undone. He thrust one last time before emptying himself down my throat, watching me swallowing it down with a groan. "Good girl... such a good little pet," he whispered, stroking my hair affectionately.

I moaned, reaching my own peak. He hadn't touched me at all but it sure as hell felt like he had been. Shivers of pleasure went down my spine as I cummed, imagining him rubbing my clit, the collar filling me with warmth that made it feel real. I whined at his praise, making me want to be an even better pet for him.

Vox chuckled at that, pulling out of my mouth to let me catch my breath. "You're so responsive... I love it," he purred, reaching down to cup my cheek. "But I think it's time for another little training session now, don't you think?"

"Training?" I asked airily, my pussy still throbbing. His desk was covered in cum. Mostly mine, a little bit of his.

"Mmhmm... you need to learn how to cum on command, pet. Can't have you getting distracted in the middle of a meeting now, can we?" Vox smirked, standing up and pulling me to my feet.

"In the middle of... what does that have to do with anything?" I asked, furrowing my brow. It was hard to think. I followed his lead, trying to clear the fog in my head, but it didn't work- I just received a small electric shock from my collar everytime I tried. The stimulation felt nice, and I couldn't even remember what l'd been trying to do.

"Everything I do has a purpose, pet," Vox replied with a small smirk. He led me over to the chair in front of his desk, sitting down and pulling me into his lap. "I want you to be ready for anything, at any time.”

I tried to think, but received another shock. I tensed up as a burning sensation ran through every nerve in my body, leaving me gasping for air. I tried to compose myself, then I smiled weakly and giggled, slumping against his chest. I got hit with another wave of pleasure shortly after the shock. "Okay," I said, perfectly content- happy and dumb. I played with the buttons of his shirt trying to get them undone. "Mm... what should I do? What do you want me to do?"

"You’re such a good girl," Vox praised, feeling his own body reacting to mh touch. He placed his hand on top of mine, helping me undo the buttons. "I want you to do everything I tell you to do, and nothing more. Can you do that for me?"

"Nothing more?" I asked with a frown. "But what if..?" I received another shock and slumped over again. 'Nothing more' meant l'd have to restrain myself or l'd be punished, like I was being punished for thinking too much.

"Yes, nothing more," Vox repeated, his voice firm. He could feel my confusion and hesitation, but he couldn't afford to let me get too far out of line. He gave me another shock, watching as I slumped over in his lap.

"Mmn..." I groaned, feeling bad for the first time since he'd put the collar on. I felt guilty for not being a good pet, for not following orders. I pressed myself against him, feeling empty. I wanted to please him, to be perfectly obedient. "I'm sorry," | said quietly, nuzzling against his neck. "I'll be a good pet, I promise."

Vox's expression softened at my apology, not that I could see, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. "I know you will," he murmured. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead, then nudged me to stand up.

I did so- albeit a little shakily. The shocks had taken their toll but I didn't mind much. Some stimulation was better than none. The warmth that went through me as I stood-following a command- was wonderful. I was being obedient, I was doing good. I smiled a little, proud of myself. I looked up to him for approval and directions on what to do next.

Vox smiled as he saw the faint spark of pride in my eyes, and he reached out to brush his fingers against my cheek. "You're doing very well," he praised. He nodded towards the floor. "Sit there," he commanded. "And wait for me."

"Okay!" I said, with an eager nod. I sat down beneath his desk, watching as he cleaned himself up and got dressed. Meanwhile, I was still completely naked- save for my collar.

It felt so nice to have, a reminder that he owned me. Sending shocks to remind me to do as I was told, rewarding me with pleasure when I was good. I found myself rubbing the mood enhancing charm with my thumb, wanting to feel better. More precum leaked from my pussy, and I didn't notice when Vox had returned to his seat- directly in front of me, while I was still on the floor.

Vox's eyes darkened as he watched me touch myself subconsciously. He had to admit, the sight of me naked and vulnerable in front of him was arousing. He leaned forward, reaching out to gently tug on my collar with his fingers. "Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

I paused and whimpered. "No," I said quietly, forcing myself to stop. "Sorry, sir."

I hesitated for a moment, my mind jumping to a different topic. "What should I call you?" I asked curiously, tilting my head to the side. He was my owner, I was his pet. A good pet should know what to call its owner.

Vox smiled at my question, his fingers gently caressing the collar around my neck."You can call me Daddy, or Master," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He lifted my chin with his other hand, forcing me to look at him.

"Okay, Daddy," I said with a nod and smile. "I love you. You're such a good owner. I love being your pet." Seeing him sitting in his chair from where I sat directly in front of him on the floor was amazing. I was right where I should be, as his pet. I felt another wave of pleasure and calm wash over me.

Vox chuckled at my words, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you love being my pet, darling," he said, leaning back in his chair. He let his fingers trail down my cheek, enjoying the sight of me in front of him. "Now, remember what I said earlier?"

"You said... uh..." I paused for a moment, trying to remember. "Oh! you said it was time for more training! That you need to teach me how to cum on command so I won't be distracted in the middle of a meeting. I still don't understand that last part... but l'll do whatever you want, Daddy!"

"Yes, that's right," he said. "I need you to focus on training and not let any distractions get in the way." He reached over to a drawer, pulling out a small remote control that'd allow him to control my collar without touching it. He could zap me when I was bad or make me feel nice warm pleasure when I was obedient. It also had a clicker- perfect for pet training.

"Okay!" | said eagerly. I crawled a little closer to him, curious. I looked from him to the remote but didn't dare question him on this. I wanted to see what would happen.

Vox smirked as he saw my eagerness to please him. "Good girl," he said, clicking the remote once and watching a buzz of pleasure run through me. He then pointed to the floor in front of him. "Kneel down for me.”

"Mm," | suppressed a moan and did as I was told, immediately connecting the sound of the click to a feeling of pleasure. I inched back to my previous position and kneeled down, looking at him for more directions- or approval.

"That's a good girl," he said, his thumb stroking my cheek encouragingly. I moaned in response, my cunt throbbing. He decided to test me by saying "Heel," motioning for me to crawl over to his feet.

I immediately obliged, crawling over. I was making a mess, precum dripping everywhere. It was glistening on my thighs as I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Am I doing good, Daddy?” I looked from him to the remote, excited.

"Mmm, you're such a good little slut for me," he said, feeling his own cock harden in his pants at my eagerness to please him. He clicked the remote again and watched me writhe with pleasure. "Clean it up.”

"Mmngh... good slut," | repeated, my mouth hanging open as I panted like a dog. I hadn't processed the command yet, too caught up in my orgasm to notice. “Click, click! More click…”

"Focus," he said sternly, slightly raising his voice. He pressed a button on the remote again, this time it was silent, sending an electric shock through me. "Clean up the mess you made."

My body tensed and I involuntarily convulsed as burning pain shot through me. I slumped for a moment, gasping for air before immediately doing as I was told. "Yes, Master Vox," I said, looking around for a way to clean it up.

There wasn't any cleaning supplies, and I saw him hiding a box of Kleenex from me. He wanted me to do it a specific way but I wasn't sure how. "Um, Daddy- sorry- How am I supposed... how do you want me to clean?"

"Use your tongue," he said, a slight smirk on his face as he watched ms struggle to process the command. The training was going well, but sometimes he still liked to remind me of your place. Apparently.

I hesitated, then remembered the shock and immediately got to work. I bent down on the floor, licking up all the cum and precum I'd gotten everywhere, heat rising to my cheeks from embarrassment.

He watched with pleasure as I obediently followed his command, my tongue working diligently to clean every last trace of myself from the floor. He could see the embarrassment on my face, but it only turned him on more. He had complete control over me, and it was intoxicating.

Once I was finished, I returned to my spot on the floor at his feet, looking up at him for more directions.

He reached down and stroked my cheek, then pressed his thumb to my lips, parting them slightly. He then gently tilted my chin up, a gesture of affection before he spoke. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You've done well." he pressed the clicker on the remote and watched me carefully. He hadn’t pressed the button that would make me feel anything, he’d only made the sound.

I smiled wide at his praise and moaned at the pleasure that flowed through me when I heard the click. “Daddy,” I moaned, hearing it again and again. I leaned forward, on my knees, pressing the palm of my hands against the ground and looking up at him as drool leaked out of the corner of my mouth. He clicked it again and I moved a little closer, rubbing my face against his leg as my precum leaked onto the floor again.

He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. "You're such a good little slut," he said, as he pressed the button again, watching me move closer to him. I could sew his cock tenting his pants, the sight of me drooling like a dog in heat at his feet already turning him on. "Remember, this is training. You can't cum until I tell you to."

"Mmngh." I moaned and nodded, finding it hard to resist as he pressed the button again. Click, click. I wanted him so bad, I wanted to be a good pet. Click, click. I positioned myself in front of him pleaded desperately, making small whimpering sounds, begging for him to let me.

He smiled at me, clicking the button again as he watched me squirm in desperate need for release. He pulled me closer, moving his hand to my mouth and forcing his fingers past my lips, making me suck on them.

I moaned and started grinding against his leg, not able to stop myself. I cummed all over his pant legs- without permission- but didn't stop my movements.

He scowled and glared at me, taking his fingers out of my mouth and wiping them off on my stomach. "Bad girl," he said, pressing the button on the remote that sent an electric shock through me.

I froze and pulled away, whimpering. "Sorry, Daddy," I said looking up at him with big wide eyes, shame filling me up. “I’m sorry.”

He softened slightly and sighed, pulling me back towards him. "I forgive you," he said, pressing the clicker again and sending warmth through my body. I moaned as he pressed the button that sent pleasure through me, but he stopped it before I could cum again. "On your knees.”

I eagerly did as I was told, desperate to make up for my mistake. "Like this?" | asked, getting into position. I wanted his approval.

He nodded, taking out his cock and stroking it. "Yes, good girl," he said, pulling my hair and forcing me to take him into my mouth. He pushed himself deep into my throat and held there for a moment before pulling back out. "You like that don't you?”

"Yes," | said quietly, already moving forward to have it back. I wanted to please him. "Please let me suck your dick, Daddy! I want to be a good pet- I promise I can be a good pet."

He laughed at my enthusiasm and pushed back in. "You are a good pet," he said, groaning in pleasure as I sucked him. He grabbed my head tightly and fucked my throat roughly, forcing me to open wide to take his whole length.

My eyes rolled back with pleasure, my collar sending waves of it through me as I sucked his dick, showing me how good of a pet I was. Being obedient felt so good. I orgasmed again, before I could make him do the same.

He smirked at me cumming again and gripped my hair tighter, pulling me off his dick and pushing me back onto the floor. He grabbed the remote and sent another shock through me, then flipped me over onto my hands and knees. "Bad pet!”

I groaned and whimpered, but didn't resist. I felt bad, I didn't want to be a bad pet. I wanted to be good, to please him.

He smirked behind me, spreading my legs and sliding back into me deeply. "You want to please me, don't you?" he said, thrusting into me harder and deeper. I nodded eagerly, gripping the floor beneath me. "Good pet."

Pleasure filled me up, and combined with his praise and the collar, it was enough to make me cum again. I moaned, then cried when I got another electric shock- punishment for cumming when I wasn't supposed to.

"I told you no cumming without permission, pet," he said, smacking my ass firmly. He turned up the intensity of the shock as he continued thrusting into me, filling me completely. "If you can't obey, there will be consequences."

“Daaaddddyyy,” | whined, trying my hardest to obey. I felt myself nearing my climax again, but held myself back for him.

"Good girl," he said, smiling as he increased the pace of his thrusts. "I'm so proud of you for holding back. You're such a good little pet." He reached around and began to stroke my clit, causing me to moan loudly.

"Please, please," | said desperately wishing he'd let me.

"Begging won't do you any good." He continued to stroke my clit as he thrust into me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. "You know the rules. Be a good pet and follow them.”

I couldn't do it. I cummed again, intense pleasure washing over me- only to be interrupted by a harsh electric shock.

He groaned at my disobedience, slamming his hips against mine with renewed force. "Fucking hell, pet! You're testing my patience." He reached under me and pinched my clit hard, making me yelp. "No cumming without permission, remember?"

"Mmnngh," I groaned and whimpered, tears pricking my eyes. "Sorry, Master Vox," I mumbled, holding myself back this time.

He felt my body tense as I fought back the urge to cum again. "Good girl." He murmured against my ear, giving me a final few hard thrusts as he released inside me. "You've done so well."

I moaned and gave him a weak smile as he filled me up. His praise was everything to me. "Thank you," I murmured, still doing my best to follow orders.

He withdrew his cock from you and cleaned himself up again. He sat back down in his desk chair, pulling me against his leg. "I'm proud of you, my sweet." He praised me again, his voice soft as his thumb gently rubbed at the ache he'd caused when he pinched my clit.

"V-Vooooxxx," | whined, the stimulation almost too much. I was trying so hard not to cum, to be obedient, to be a good pet, but goddamnit he was making it hard.

He chuckled and continued his ministrations before looking up. He smiled at my needy whines. "So sweet, my little fucktoy, You're doing so well. Just a little bit more, can you hold on for me?"

"M-mmhm," | said with a small nod, trying not to moan.

He nodded, satisfied with my answer before leaning in and murmuring against my ear, "You're so beautiful with my cum leaking from your cunt. I wish everyone could see you like this- a good pet, obeying my every whim and demand."

"Good pet," | repeated absentmindedly. Another wave of pleasure washed over me just at that- his praise, and the fact I had forced myself not to cum, obeying his orders.

"Mhm, good girl. You make me so proud." His voice was full of genuine affection as his fingers continued to tease me. He smiled and sighed. "You can cum now."

I groaned with relief and orgasamed immediately, soaking his hand in my cum. I moaned, riding out my high, a blissed out smile on my face as I did so.

He smiled, satisfied with my reaction before slowly removing his hand, watching the creamy liquid leak from me. "You're such a good girl." He said, licking his hand clean. He moaned, savoring the taste, then he leaned in to kiss me.

I kissed him back, sloppily, full of excitement and pure joy. I grinned and giggled when he pulled away and stuck his fingers back in me, then opened my mouth eagerly as he slipped his cum soaked fingers in my mouth. Covered in my cum. I didn't process it, I just sucked on them obediently, like a good pet.

He watched with a grin and a hard cock as I sucked. He removed his fingers with a wet pop noise. "Good girl, slutty little thing." He then grabbed some of my cum from my lips, forcing his fingers back in my mouth. Watching as I obediently sucked.

"Mm..." I moaned lightly, and was only slightly disappointed when he removed them again. "More training?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the side, like a curious dog.

He chuckled and nodded. "Yes, more training, I want you to be the best little slut." He said with a soft voice and a soft smile. "Now, I have a meeting to attend but it's online. So, I’ll stay here at my desk, and you sit down there like a good pet. Okay?"

"Okay," I said with a quick nod. I got on the floor beneath his desk eagerly.

Vox sat down at his desk. His cock still hard, he had placed a small camera on the bottom of his desk, focused on me. "Remember to stay quiet." He smiled as he began his meeting, while discreetly watching me on his second monitor.

I nodded and obeyed. It was easy for a few moments- that is, before pleasure washed over me. I heard him click and couldn't stop the feelings that overwhelmed me. I stifled a moan as precum leaked on the floor. I crawled around beneath his desk a little, on all fours, trying to figure out what to do.

Vox couldn't help but chuckle. As he continued to pay attention to his meeting, his free hand went down to stroke himself slowly. His eyes flicked away from the screen for a moment, taking in the sight of my precum trails.

I made a small whining sound when I heard the clicker again, then immediately fell silent again. Click. I needed to be quiet- he was unmuted, for the call, he had to be. If I said anything, they'd hear me and l'd get in trouble. I bit my lip as I watched him stroke his cock. Maybe that'd help me? Click click. I reached down and started rubbing my clit to try and keep myself under control.

Vox's grin grew wider as he watched me begin to touch myself. He turned his chair slightly, giving him better view of the scene before him. Despite being engaged in the call, he couldn't help but feel himself growing harder at the sight of me working myself over.

I groaned, unable to stop myself as l cummed. He used the clicker again, and I didn't even get a break before more pleasure overwhelmed me. Click click click. I whimpered and whined, despite the fact everyone on call in his meeting could hear me. Click click. I tried fingering myself but it wasn't enough, so I played with the mood enhancer charm on my collar while I did it, desperately trying to get off.

Vox's eyes lit up as I came, the sound of my voice sending a delicious wave of pleasure through him. He chuckled as I used the charm on my collar to try and heighten the pleasure. He took a few moments to continue touching himself, keeping his cool on screen all the while. His associates shared a glance and grinned, immediately knowing what was happening with me. Vox didn't say a word, he only nodded, knowing I could hear the call and they could hear me. This was meant to be humiliating.

I orgasamed again, but didn't stop messing with my collar. I felt so good, so full of pleasure, why would I ever want it to stop? Click. I heard the clicker and ended up cumming again, without even realizing it. Click click. I got on all fours and crawled over to Vox's leg- still underneath his desk- and tugged on his pant leg needily, moaning lightly all the while.

Vox's smirk grew wider as he watched me squirming under his desk, my body completely overwhelmed with pleasure. He knew he had the power to make me beg for him, with the simple click of a button.

I couldn't take it anymore. I started humping his leg, my eyes glazed over, mouth hanging open, tongue out, drool spilling down my face as I whimpered and whined. Click. I cummed all over him, -click- then did it again, moaning like a good pet. Click click click. Not a single thought in my head, I was blissed out. Click click. Sitting there like a helplessly pathetic dog.

Vox laughed heartily as he watched me devolve into a panting mess, humping his leg like a mindless puppy. He reached down and stroked my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze. "Good girl.”

Click. I made a small whining noise and came again- I could hear his associates from his meeting laughing at me, hearing the whole thing. Click click click. My face heated up with embarrassment but I couldn't bring myself to stop. Click click. I kept humping him, a drooling mess.

"Ah, it seems like my little assistant is in heat," Vox chuckled, squeezing my waist lightly as he held me against him, letting me continue to grind against his leg. His other hand reached up to pat my head, like I was a well-behaved dog.

"Mmmn.." I moaned loudly, more intense pleasure wracking through me at the comparison. "Am I a good pet?" | asked breathlessly, looking up at him.

Vox grinned wickedly at my question, his grip tightening around my waist. "Yes, you're a very good pet," he purred, leaning down to whisper into my ear. "But I think it's time for you to go back to your kennel now."

"Hm?" I asked. I cummed one last time, as my movements began to slow. I was getting tired and overwhelmed. I thought I was done, but I heard the clicker and orgasmed again. Click click. I stopped humping his leg, and instead moved between his legs.

Vox's hand left my waist, running through my hair soothingly as I rested my head in his lap. His other hand continued to click the remote, making me cum again and again. He smiled down at me, watching as my eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Good girl.”

"Ahhh... mnnhhh," | moaned and closed my eyes, exhausted. Click click. I moved my hips a little to try and get some friction, only to be met with air. Click click click. I gave up and rested my head in his lap again, wrapping my arms around his torso as I began to nod off. I was still drooling, some of it getting on his pants.

Vox chuckled, leaning down to brush my hair out of my face. He kept pressing the button, sending pleasure and warmth through me- though at a lower intensity. "No sleeping yet," he said softly, stroking my back gently.

"Mmn.. how's your call?" I asked, my voice all mumbly. I wasn't sure if his meeting was still going, or if his associates could still hear me.

Vox leaned down, placing his hand over my mouth and shaking his head. "You'll find out later," he whispered, a playful smile on his lips. He stopped pressing the button and set the remote aside, making me whimper in disappointment. "Some things are better as a surprise."

"Daddy." I whined weakly, with a small pout. "Can you... mnghj... chains?" I asked, partially incoherent. I was referring to the electric blue chains he could summon at a moments notice that signified that he owned my soul. I thought they were pretty.

Vox raised an eyebrow at me intrigued. He summoned the chains without hesitation, their electric blue glow illuminating the room. They wrapped around my wrists, encircling them tightly but not painfully so. "Are these to your liking?"

"Mhm... collar, too," I said with a small nod. I wanted him to attach them to my collar-I'd taken quite a liking to it already. It made me feel nice.

Vox chuckled lowly in amusement, leaning down to clip the chains onto my collar. He kept a hand on my head, rumpling my hair affectionately. "You're such a special little thing, did you know that?" he said softly, voice meant only for my ears.

"I'm yours," | replied with a smile, nuzzling against him gently.

Vox hummed lowly in response, his thumb brushing over my cheek gently. "That's right," he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Mine."

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velvet-games · 2 days

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gender is hard

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milariro · 8 hours

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klttn · 2 days

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hellooo i hope you’re having a nice time i have a request if you are interested in writing it ? :D i wanted to ask about thoughts on Vox with a bimbo reader ?? i highkey loved your Alastor one (thanks to whoever suggested 🙏) & i honestly just love the idea of a cute ditzy gf with her sophisticated older bf 💞😫

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𐙚 ⋆˚ 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 ⋆ ｡ ྀི

— 𝜗𝜚 vox x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : sophisticated older bf vox with his cute ditzy bimbo gf. nsfw. smut. age gap. slight power play. dumbification. daddy kink. lots of praise. size difference.

age gaps. not something vox thought he’d ever be interested in. but, when a pretty young thing like you came stumbling at his feet begging for safety and promising him your mind, body and soul in return. how could he say no?

it was supposed to be an ownership of sorts, you were supposed to just be another bimbo he owned. someone he could use and abuse under his power, nothing but another pawn. however, all that changed the minute he asked you to put your pretty lips on his. he couldn’t deny the tug he felt in his heart and his cock when your lips met, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, which only made it all the more enticing — considering his age.

speaking of experience, he certainly showed you the lack of yours. bringing you new pleasures you could only dream of. he took delight in coercing you, molding you to be his perfect girl. neither of you could argue with how thrilling it was, the looks, the stares, famous overlord vox and his cute ditzy bimbo that he’d drape over his arm.

sure there’d be some that would disagree, silently of course, not to piss of the man. but it was hell, there was far worse than a couple with a legal age gap. hell, vox had done far worse than that. and happily so. he just adored being your older man.

vox’s cuff links clattered on his desk, groaning as he rolled his sleeves up his arms. “where’s my little girl?” he keened, loosening his tie and taking his blazer off. his voice was loud and slightly strained after constant online meetings but sure enough, you heard him.

a small head poked around the corner, peering through his office door in your shared home. “hiii.” a big smile on your face as he beckoned you over, sighing but smiling at his cute girl.

“daddy could really use you right now, baby.”

you frowned, following his call to go over to him. “you look, stressed,” his hands now guiding your hips into climbing atop his lap, “i hate seeing you like this.” your brows furrowed but he wasn’t paying attention, he was too focused on his hands on your hips and his shirt draping off your shoulders.

“so cute when you’re worried about me,” vox hummed, finally looking up at you, admiring the soft pouty expression on your face. “look at you, looking all tiny in my shirt, all sleepy and small.”

you blushed, kissing his screen where his nose should be, causing him to laugh. he let his hands wonder your body, slowly lifting your top up over your hips. “come on, voxy, come to bed with me, please.” that earned you a sigh.

“baby, you know i can’t, i’ve got work to do,” you rolled your eyes, “just wanted to see my little girl for a bit.” his hands were stroking your bare hips and waist, pausing for second to look, “naughty girl, no panties?” you shook your head, proud of yourself.

“please, just a little break,” you fluttered your eyelashes, cutely batting them in front of the older man, “for me?”

he shifted his hands, pulling up the fabric over your tits and resting it there, taking a handful. “oh fuck it,” he groaned, rolling his neck back. “you’re a nuisance, little girl,” a soft slap landed on your chest, tits bouncing at the abuse causing you to whimper. “knowing i couldn’t deny such a pretty young thing in my lap like this?”

another moan slipped past your lips, “vox..”

a soft hum left vox’s mouth, pushing his hips into you, letting you feel his hard on in his slacks against your bare pussy as he continued groping your soft body. “how would you feel about riding me, baby?” cocky smile forming on his screen, “daddy’s been working so hard, why don’t you show your old man what he’s taught you, show him how good you can ride his cock now.”

your lips parted, pushing your hips down onto vox, cheeks turning pink as you looked away, “can— can you put it in- please?”

vox cooed at the sight in front of him. such a dependant thing. he loved that. “silly, silly girl, i know you get dumb fast when daddy’s around but now you’re just being stupid. how can i fill you up when im still in these baby?” he moved his hands from gliding your skin to force you to palm his dick, pre cum staining his slacks.

you gripped your bottom lip with your teeth, shifting your hands to vox’s belt, unbuckling the leather agonisingly slowly, “stop teasing, little girl.” a sharp smack landed your thigh. when his belt was off, vox took it out your hands, leaving you to unbutton his slacks and zip them down, pulling his cock free from its confines and letting it spring free. “let’s get me inside that sweet pussy of yours.” he growled, lifting your hips and sliding you down onto his thick length “fuck, baby, no matter how many times i fuck your little cunt it’s still so fucking tight.”

your hands gravitated towards vox’s chest, bracing yourself on the white fabric there, clawing handfuls of his shirt, “so big..” you whispered in a muted whimper. “too big.”

“awh come on baby, what’s a matter? daddy’s got you that ditzy already? you’re so cute when you’re full to the brim with my cock.” with a soft thrust of his hips, he had you whining, “no going that dumb on me baby, show daddy how you can ride.”

you weakly started bouncing in vox’s lap, mewling as his cock pulsed in and out of you. a sigh of relief rushed through him, god your cunt felt amazing. his arms fell to your thighs, rubbing and squeezing them. “good girl, just like that, just like i taught you.”

rolling your hips, you started getting desperate, addicted to the feeling on him inside you, bouncing and grinding like you were made to, eyes closed and mouth gaped. vox’s eyes were glued to you, watching you do all the work, all the pleasure taking you over. he smirked grabbing his shirt that fell back down, pulling the hem up and resting it in your mouth. “hold this for me, babygirl, let me see that pretty little body of yours.”

your eyes fluttered open, glossed over with tears of pleasure, drool already beginning to soak the fabric in your mouth. he feels so good, big veiny dick pushing against your walls and spreading you til your seeing stars. muffled moans spewed from your lips as you got closer n closer to cumming. your nails now digging crescent moons into vox’s chest.

vox was grunting and groaning with every bounce, his hands tracing every inch of you, thriving off the way your tits bounce every time you buck up. revelled in knowing he taught you how to do this, just how he liked it. he was getting closer too, hard not to with such a view of your perfect body.

it wasn’t long til your libido started to falter, bounces getting sloppy and hips getting tired. “doing so good for daddy, little one, keep riding, that’s it, good girl.”

your whole body was flushed the prettiest shade of pink, jumping up and down in vox’s lap, it was so embarrassing how desperate you were, but you couldn’t keep going for long, needed vox to take the lead, finish you both off. the cotton slipped from your lips, panting and whining now evident. “please, please daddy, can’t anymore,” you breathed out inbetween moans, “need you to do it, make me cum.”

vox’s large hands came wrapping around you, picking you up and stilling you before you could continue any further, your legs instinctively wrapping around his slender waist, arms latching around his neck, “hold on tight, pretty girl, daddy’s gonna fuck you up against his desk real quick.”

your back felt the harsh coolness of the wood as he rest you there, your arms falling to splay over the scattered paperwork and screens. it didn’t matter if you broke any, he owned the company they were from after all.

“please, vox, please, i wanna feel it, wanna cum and be filled,” you begged, using your heals to push his hips further into yours, creating a new angle that was euphoric, his thrusts controlled and steady, focusing that pretty bundle of nerves. your glassy eyes slipped back as your tongue fell from your lips, out of it and reeling in the pleasure. “please i’m so close, please, please, i just wanna cum, please.”

“so cute, little girl, but that’s not my name is it?”

you could barely focus on anything but him, looming over you, covering your body with his own, large hands either side of your head. his forearms veiny, shirt threatening to rip at his bulging muscles. “say my name, babygirl.”

it came out as a moan, breathless and needy, “daddy-“ you sounded like porn, lewd and everything vox needed out of you.

“good girl.”

you were so close, so so close, the only thing stopping you was permission. “please daddy, can i cum? please i’ve been so good, please.”

a sadistic like chuckle left vox’s lips, he loved you begging for him, god the power was thrilling, sure he owned your soul and could force it out of you but seeing you like this, willing, by your own hand, fuck, that was hot. “cum for me, pretty girl and show me that pretty face you make when daddy ruins you.”

your back arched, leaving the desk as vox continued his assault, keeping you in place through your orgasm. “that’s my girl.” your moans turned to whimpers, overstimulation taking over fast and hard, mewling and writhing in his hold. “no no baby, stay there, thats it, that’s a good girl, fuck, daddy’s gonna cum too, just, shit, let me keep using you.” vox’s hips were stuttering, pace irratic and uneven. a band had snapped and now you had cum he didn’t give a fuck about anything but his own climax.

your pussy squeezed impossibly tight around him, milking him and drawing a loud groan and shout as he spilled inside you, “fuck, baby, fuck, so good, so good for me,” he was barely breathing, words but a pant as he caught back his air, leaning down to kiss you. “swear this little cunt was made for me.” you giggled at that, chest still rising unevenly, pulsing your pussy to prove a point.

“love you,” you whispered, nuzzling up into his shoulder, his dick now flaccid but still inside you, sweat bleeding over the both you.

“i love you too, babygirl,” vox sighed, “now let’s get you cleaned up, i suppose daddy’s coming to bed after all.”

now after hearing that it wasn’t your fault if a cocky grin made its way to you face. you got exactly what you wanted. what he wanted to… he just needed to realise that.

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