â§Â â   Ë    âĄÂ   CINDERELLA.   wc. 1.1k.  highly suggestive.
VOXÂ XÂ READER.
â you try your hand at redemption but vox calls you back to his office too often to let it be a smooth sailing process for you.
tags. reader with a vagina, dry riding vox's lap, bottom vox (but not the whole time) name calling, enemies to lovers vibes, sitting on his work desk with him between your legs.
a/n.  i swear i'm working on your requests but inspo rlly went dry in the middle of all of it T^T anyway i've had this for a while now, lmk if you wanna be added to the vox (or literally anyone) taglist.
masterlist. requests open! <3
âDo you need a blanket? I donât have a bed in my office but the couch is comfortable, I would know. Itâs ⊠four am right now and judging from my past all-nighters at my desk I might be here until ten. You might as well get comfortable.â
Voxâs office would have been pitch black if not for the cyan circular doors that lead to his main desk. Vox had his overcoat over his shoulder and his hands in his pockets, and the fact that he was facing the only light source in his office made it so that the stark difference between the width of his chest and waist was highlighted in the blinding blue lights.
Shit. To have your hands wrapped around that lovely thing right the fuck now. It was too much to bear, your lower stomach tossing in the midnight breeze and the thoughts that plagued you and your mind like an engine waiting to be revved up.
You leaned against the back of the couch and scoffed.
âFuck you. You donât call me here for that. Donât play the good guy now, Vox.â
âItâs four am. Itâs reasonable for me to think youâre tired,â Vox said monotonously, though with his eyes at half-mast and faint bags forming under his screen eyes, it had been abundantly clear that he wasnât in any shape or mood to whip his sharp tongue. âIs it so bad that I just like your company?â
He uttered your name breathlessly, and it came out quicker than you could comprehend it, nearly enough to shake you wide awake.
Perhaps it wasnât so bad. But it was just inexplicably preposterous to believe that Vox wanted you near just because. This man? Really? The same one who kills his own employees just because theyâre the lowest earners?
âWhy arenât you being yourself?â
âWhat? This is myself.â
âNo, no it isnât itâsââ
âOh go on, please describe my own personality to meââ
âYouâre a prick! See youâre acting like a prick now so why arenât you being a prick?â
Vox raised a brow at you, his head lowered as his frown turned into a poorly concealed smirk.
âDo you ⊠want me to be a prick?â He asked in a tone that feigned smug innocence.
It didnât take long before you ended up on his lap, legs spread wide apart as you faced him with your arms on his shoulders and your hands meeting behind his neck. The many screens scattered by his work desk illuminated your back, but the shape of your silhouette casted over him gave you more than enough motivation to make this man sing.
The fabric of his pants were truly being put to the test, becoming a restraint against whatever was within as your own arousal sat snugly on top of it.
You readjusted your legs, causing you to rub up against him and he grunted.
âHm? Whatâs wrong?â It was your turn to give him that half-lidded stare, your grin mocking him just as much as your deepened voice had.
His nail guards dug into your thighs and you winced, but that just made you move more as you squeezed your thighs against him.
âFucking hell,â he cursed your name like you were a godâor perhaps, one of the seven deadly sins. He looked up at you with gritted teeth. âIf you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was say.â
âHmm ⊠no, I donât think so. Not yet, at least.â You held your chin up high as one of your hands ran down the length of his torso, your finger tracing swirly lines over his clothed abdomen. âI want to make you suffer.â
Voxâs eyes widened for a moment before he chuffed, and that turned into an almost venomous chuckle.
Your eyes wander his torso again only for you to land on his bowtie that was surprisingly still intact given his ⊠less than decent state.
You straightened your posture once more, but every little movement you made proved to be a lick of a pleasure for Vox who had been clawing at the armrest of his seat. Part of you wondered if itâs because he knows heâd draw blood if he continued to scrape at your thighs.
You held his bowtie on either side, twisting and readjusting it a little. At this point, you were probably soaking wet, but your core had been beyond burning as an ache bloomed inside. But it had to wait.
You tilted your head. âI like your bowtie. I think itâs cute.â
Vox looked down then back at you. He exhaled sharply, almost like he wanted to chuckle but didnât have energy. âPsycho.â
âPig.â
âSlut.â
âCuntsucker.â
âHa! In your dreams.â
âExactly. Inadequate, thatâs what you are, Vox,â you teased gingerly as you poked a finger at his unexpectedly defined chest.
A gust of cold wind overtook you and in one fell swoop, vox picked you up by the thighs then set you down with your ass painfully hitting a higher flat surface. Voxâs nail guards were enough to leave scratches, slowly leaving you before he planted his palms on either side of you on the edge of his table.
He cocked a brow at you again and frowned.
His waist had still been perfectly positioned between your legs. You hooked your feet together from behind his own legs and used them to pull him in closer. Once again the tent in his pants met your arousal, and you made the slightest upward movement with your pelvis and it sent a shock through his antenna.
âIf Iâm so inadequate then why are you soaking wet?â Vox looked up at you, suddenly recovering from the electricity that had just rippled in his system.
You rolled your eyes. âBecause I donât see you doing anything about it, Mr ceo.â
All you could do was loop your arms around his neck when he engulfed you in a kiss, his hands sliding further down the desk as he leans forward into you. you arched your back in response, and that caused him to rock his lips into yours, making you feel his hard-on right where your arousal was warm and aching.
He pulled away from the kiss.
âStay with me. Donât go back to that ratty hotel.â
âIn exchange for what?â
âThe best fucking sex youâve ever had in your life, and the best fucking sex youâll ever have in death.â
You grinned, lowering your head as you looked up at him.
âYouâd give it to me either way.â
Vox tilted his head slightly, his lips less than an inch from yours.
âAnd youâll play cinderella a second time tomorrow morning.â
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BITEÂ ME ( PART 2. ) Â
ALASTOR (HEAVILY FT. LUCIFER) X READER.
â you arrive back from your outing with charlie and find a familiar face at the bar. it was unusual to find him there, and when he asks you what's wrong, it's hard to turn him away even if you are looking for someone else.
tags. explicit consent, but you don't actually fuck alastor, acknowledging his asexuality, jealousy.Â
plot contains. ballroom dancing and flirting with lucifer! <3
wc. 3.3k
a/n. so sorry this took weeks! i hope you enjoy this anyhow <3
related links . . . part 1. bite me : luciferâs ver.
masterlist. requests as of 0324 : open.
âYou smell delicious, mon cher.â
Your eyes widened at the mirror blurring right in front of you. The dull bathrooms of the hotel hadnât gone through any paint jobs yet, so in this light, it was the palest, dullest blue that almost glorified the blaring red that your companion possessed. There was no running water and yet the edges fogged up, puffs of greedy heat threatening to reach the very center. You stared right back at your own puzzled complexion, a mix between restraint and twisted bewilderment.
Your hands were limp in Alastorâs slender ones as he held them by your sides, your right hand a little more extended than the other.
He lowered his chin and rested snugly on your shoulder. His eyes shut. His smile was persistent, mocking and as bright as ever.
âIs it truly what you desire?â Alastor asked, and like the moisture that infected the mirror, his bloodied velvet voice rang like a snakeâs hiss in your head. âTo be ⊠undone by his frivolous charms.â
He spat the words out like it was venom threatening to poison the very tongue he used to keep you right where you were, conflicted with the thrill of your wrestling heart over what this man had been doing to you.
âAlastor âŠâ
âOr would you prefer it to be by my own hand?â
Alastorâs left hand left yours in a quick motion as it went flush against your upper abdomen.
You bit your lip as his hand traveled further down the smooth fabric of your clothing, almost mirroring the movement of sweat rolling down your forehead and cheek.
âWell?â He refrained himself from laughing, but of course it was a very poor attempt.
You were slowly but surely crumpling in his ever tightening grasp.
His hand stopped dead at the very bottom of your stomach.
Your breath hitched. Liquid fire spread in between each strand of hair on your head as you gulped.
âMay I?â
âAl, what are you doing? You wouldnât do this. Youâre playing with me,â you dared to speak out amidst the haze of speechlessness that had been cast upon you by this half-done bathroomâby the swell of Alastorâs chest on your shoulder blades, by his entire body that had been so perfect of a puzzle piece against the back of your own.
âOh, but I would,â Alastor snickered in a low, sinister tone that only finished in a high. âYouâve already witnessed the measures Iâd travel just to make myself happy. You and I are both unaware of what Iâm capable of doing for the one I yearn for.â
âAl ⊠thatâs âŠâ
This is all wrong. Heâs going about it the completely wrong way.
Your eyes finally shoot up and away from the mirror that distorted your tunnel-vision viewâbut that could very well be your own mind overwhelming your body, making it jump hoops all for its own sick gain.
If you started all over again, you couldnât have guessed youâd end up here. And even if you could ⊠would you have avoided it?
âŠ
The bar had been its usual glowing, droopy green as it always had, with Husk tending to it like he was its loyal servantâand in a way, he was. With being the hotelâs bartender, he was unspokenly tasked to help the poor souls that wander over to his bar to look for solace at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
But today ⊠had been slightly different.
Slightly different in the sense that Husk ⊠couldnât read the man before him. He looked ⊠tired, with subtle bags forming below his once bright, wide eyes whenever he looked down, but he still smiled when he downed a shot and settled for red wine after the very first one.
When you and Charlie came bursting in with what would be the sunâs energy if it possessed the power to speak, your eyes matched the man at the barâs. Husk saw it immediately.
Not just the dark circles under your eyes, or how your shoulders went limp the moment Charlie regrouped with her girlfriend.
Your neck.
It had been very slightly deformed, but he couldnât explain in what way. In almost every angle, it was flawless skin that looked the same all across your hands, arms and face. But in just one angle in particular âŠ
Husk flinched when Lucifer called your name from across the hotel lobby, waving at you to sit down next to him. The bags disappeared without a trace, with only that bright smile everyone knew so well to accompany his already cheery demeanor. You would have almost forgotten he was even sitting at the gloomy bar in the first place.
âHow was your little outing with Charlie? Did you and my little girl have fun?â He asked as his smile persisted through his drinking.
âYes, sir, weââ
âOh, no need for that now, just call me Lucifer,â he chuckled as he waved you off.
âOkay,â you smiled, tucking some hair behind your ear. âAre you okay?â
âOh, yes Iâm fine! Iâm perfectly fine, why do you ask my dear?â Lucifer raised a brow but his other hand was still wrapped around his half-finished glass of liquor.
âWell, itâs just thatââ
You flinched as gentle fingers on your cheek had forced you to twist your neck at an awkward angle.
A whispering breeze blew past a sore spot you had forgotten.
You swatted Luciferâs hand away and gasped at your own sharp reaction.
âShit, Iâm so sorry sir Iââ
âWho did that to you?â
His voice crumbled unstable, being held up by only his will to know what happened. He glanced up at you, brows tensed and pulled together.
You covered your neck, rolling your lips into a crumpled line.
âLucifer, itâs nothing, really,â you insisted.
Lucifer reached out again. âAt least let me heal itââ
âYou canât,â you said, gently deflecting his hand once more.
He blinked a few times. His gaze briefly rested on your shoulder before resuming to his own glass as he sighed silently.
âAlright then.â
He snapped his fingers and summoned a soft scarf from a pume of red smoke. He presented it to you with two hands and you took it wearily, but wrapped it around your neck as soon as you had it in your grasp.
âWe donât have to talk about it if you donât want to. Iâm only worried,â he said, and your name was exhaled from his lips like it was something heâd been keeping in.
âCould you at least ⊠think about it? For me?â
âThink about what?â
âLetting me heal your wound. It looks painful,â Lucifer added as he squinted back at where your wound would have been had you not covered it up with the scarf.
âIâll âŠâ you paused as you looked away. The lobby had been rather empty tonight considering the evening was settling in, this was usually when people would be flooding either into the dining hall for dinner or out to catch their own meals.
Your gaze fell on Charlie who had been Vaggieâs headrest as they watched tv together in the lobby. They donât usually do this, so you had a feeling it might have had something to do with the man right in front of you. After all, it wasnât a usual sight to see him anywhere near the bar considering he clearly found it distasteful.
âIâll think about it.â
Lucifer nodded. A warm smile overtook his cheeks. âThank you.â
Husk glanced between you and Lucifer and set down the empty wine bottle heâd been wiping at the side.
He walked over to the back of the bar where the other bottles of liquor were on display and reached for a small radio with knobs on either side. He knew that this would come in handy someday, even if he hated to admit that the radio demon was right.
He turned the knob once, and a fast-talking demon barely got a word in before he turned it again. It took a few more turns before he settled on a song he was lucky to have stumbled upon.
The slow, swaying tune of trumpets began to play, the sound bouncing off the walls to create an ambience similar to that of an old film shot in a fancy hotel just like this one.
And like the corrupt angels heard Huskâs scattered prayers, Angel Dust appeared by the main stairs of the hotel.
âHey, Iâm just gonna head out for dinner,â he called to him before his eyes wandered the ceilings. âHey, whatâs this fancy tune?â
The radio had been magically routed throughout the hotel lobby, and it had been like this since Alastor had given him this radio to tuck away in case of âdire situations.â
Everyone looked around the walls of the hotel, amazement filled in the glimmers of their eyes at what they were hearing.
âJust a lilâ somethinâ to lighten up the mood. I havenât been outside but Iâm sure itâs a fine evening,â Husk says rather apathetically, considering the actual content of his words.
âHey, wait I know this song!â Angel Dust perked up as his eyes widened just as much as his agape smile had. âHusk, câmon!â
Charlie and Vaggie had already taken the floor and slow-danced in swirls.
Angel Dust rushed towards the bar and beckoned Husk once more.
âIt ⊠is a lovely night,â Lucifer uttered your name once more, catching your attention as you exchanged tired gazes with him. âCare to dance, love?â
Lucifer offered you his hand.
But all you saw were the memories of what had happened upstairs not too long ago. The striking pain, the oozing pleasureâAlastorâs gaze.
âLucifer, itâs very sweet of you, but I canât,â you refused again.
Luciferâs already effete smile dissipated, but his hand remained persistent.
âItâs only a dance, my dear. With all the things that wear you down, I canât think of a more perfect distraction,â Lucifer persisted as his hand remained extended out before you.
You considered Luciferâs words for a minute. Alastor hasnât appeared when he usually does whenever Charlie comes back from an errand, and you didnât want to disturb him especially after the intimate moment you shared before leaving. It must have been a lot for him considering his sexual orientation, even if sex wasnât involved.
And, Lucifer had been nothing but endearing since you came back. He didnât pry into your business even if you knew he could tell that you were fatigued.
You hooked a finger in the scarf Lucifer had given you, as if to remind yourself of just how patient and kind Lucifer had been when even he seemed out of it tonight.
You nodded as you took his hand, and you yelped at the sudden pull of your entire body as he spun you around. Before you could reorient yourself, you were in the empty floors of the hotel lobby, with one hand clasped on Luciferâs own, and the other on his shoulder. His other hand held your waist upright as you danced in tandem, you and Luciferâs feet like two parts of the same mechanism. His one step forward was your one step back.
âKiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again, itâs been a long, long, time âŠâ
His eyes remained on you, a gentle smile shone in the gold lighting of the hotel. Perhaps this was why he was named the Morningstar; the setting sun whispered over his cheeks and his gaze, even if it had now been tainted red, was still something to behold.
âDid I tell you you look lovely tonight?â Lucifer asked gingerly.
You held back a chuckle. âYou might have mentioned it, yes.â
âOh, you kid,â Lucifer grinned as he shook his head. âThe answer is âno,â dear.â
âThen what was the point of asking?â
Lucifer paused, and all you could do was search his features for an answer.
âIt was so that I can tell you a million times over.â
You only had a second to react when he spun you a lot slower this time, and you were actually able to catch a glimpse of Husk and Angel dancing nearby and ⊠was that a stain on the wall?
âYou look lovely tonight,â Lucifer uttered in hushed tones, the low voice casting a fumes over your line of thought.
He pulled away from you for a moment, but had a firm grasp as your only link to him was both your hands, arms outstretched to each other. He pulled you back towards him again, your chest to be flush against his own as your hand instinctively found his again.
âYou look lovely tonight,â he repeated in a more hopeful tone, and by this time you understood what he was doing and you finally let yourself laugh.
As the song slowed to an end, he dipped you delicately as his arm steeled under your lower back to hold the rest of you up.
âYou look ⊠lovely. Tonight,â Lucifer finished.
He helped you up as your eyes locked onto his, though, if you were being honest with yourself, it might have been locked there for just about the entire dance; you were just too busy exploring what laid beneath. You finally returned his solemn smile and he reached to the side of your face to tuck some stray hair behind your ear.
You tilted your head towards his touch, as if it was almost by instinct again.
âYou know, I was looking to ⊠loosen up tonight, if you catch my meaning,â Lucifer lifted his chin as hints of that signature grin peeked through his lips.
A raindrop string, a birdâs cryâwhat had been something so endearing had suddenly turned strangely bittersweet. The answer had been more than sparkling clear in your head.
âLucifer, Iââ
Your eyes instinctively fell on that dark spot on the wall again.
And your entire body shivered ice cold. You perked up and away from Luciferâs hand as the stain on the wall sneered at you.
âWhatâs wrong?â Lucifer asked.
Except, it really wasnât a stain on the wall. More of a shadow in the chair. Alastor materialized fully into a single seater by the tv, eyes squinted as his close-mouthed smile stretched from ear to ear.
Alastorâs high pitched cackle echoed in your head as he dissolved into black wisps again, his shadow stretching towards the half-done womenâs public bathroom of the hotel.
âDid you hear that?â
âNo ⊠whatâsââ
âIâm sorry, I have to goâum, to the bathroom.â
Lucifer called your name as you slipped away from him, but you ignored his call as you rushed into the bathroom like you said you would.
When you burst through the door, the bathroom sat humid and abandoned with the air conditioning of the hotel kept completely out from the stuffy room. The structure of it had really come together nicely, so it wouldnât have looked nearly as creepy if the team had gotten the paint job done this week.
âWhy have you come, dear?â That smooth yet high pitched voice echoed not just in your head this time, but it ricocheted off the walls and back at you to hear it ring a second, third, and fourth time.
Alastor was loudest over your shoulder. You felt his breath tickle your neck as his shoes clicked along the tiled floors. He walked around you, finally showing himself as he planted his cane on the floor between both of you.
âLucifer and I were just talking and I was looking for you after we came back but you didnât come to see us. Then music played and âŠâ
Alasto waited a while before speaking up himself. âAnd what?â
âOh câmon Al, could you justânot do this for once? Please? You know what Iâm trying to say. Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to ⊠do that.â
âDo what? Dance with the very man that has me scratching layers of my own skin and flesh out?â Alastor looked up in thought, though knowing him, this remark had been smeared all over his lips since heâd first observed you with Lucifer. All heâd done was scrape the nastiest parts and flung it right at you.
âAlastor, I didnât know if I should have disturbed you when I got back, alright? Donât be like that. I really am sorryâand youâre being mean about it, Iâm trying to be genuine here,â you protested as you folded your arms over your chest.
âOh, darling,â Alastor sighed sympathetically. He approached you with just a step or two forward, and with your head still hung low, your eyes zipped at him as he laid a gentle hand on top of your own.
That hand grabbed yours and in a gush of wind, you were in front of the mirror with Alastorâs entire body glued to your back.
. . .
And youâre back in the present. His hand was a clothing iron to your lower stomach, burning and sticking to you like you had to get it off.
âAlastor, do you think Iâd choose Lucifer over you for sex?â You shrieked in disbelief.
Alastorâs lips pursed in thought. âItâs the one thing he acquired that i have not. Itâs the only thing I can think of.â
âAnd youâd make yourself uncomfortable ⊠just to keep me from leaving you?â
You feel Alastor slowly nod with his head still pressed against you.
âItâs an indulgence i find useless and quite incomprehensible howeverââ
You broke out of his grasp and turned around, your hands ending up around his nape.
âAl.â
His complexion relaxed from its previously shocked state. He blinked, and he pinned you against the sink when he leaned into you, his hands on either side of the sinkâs edge.
âI think itâs very sweet that you would do that for me,â you began shakily. âBut I also ⊠I want you to want me.â
Alastor tilted his head.
âBut I do want you, darling. Just earlier up in my quarters I was thinking how lovely it would be to read dracula to you while you drift off to sleep.â
You smiled sheepishly, finally breaking eye contact with him as you lower your head.
âYes. Iâd like that very much. But thatâs not what Iâm talking about, dear,â you reiterate with honey that Alastor could taste in your tone as you felt him ease up in your hands, he somehow grew warmer, softerâlike he had been making himself easier to hold for you.
âIâm ⊠Iâm talking about sex.â
âYes. If youâd like that thenââ
âNo, Al. Iâve accepted that youâre aromantic and asexual a long time ago. And I consider myself lucky to be in some sort of exclusive arrangement with you already.â
ââan individual that rarely experiences romantic or sexual attraction.ââ
Your eyes widened. âYou know?â
âI asked Niffty to use voogle because I felt my skin crumple and bubble at the very thought of participating in that picture box headâs scheme. But yes, I am now aware of such terms. I find that it suits me quite well.â
âIâd like to respect that, Al. Youâre who I want to spend all my time with. And if sex makes you uncomfortable then we donât have to do it. I can always do it myself.â
Alastor continued to smile as if you hadnât said anything. As if you hadnât just handed him your heartâblood, arteries and allâon a silver platter. You bit your lip and it pulsated like a heartbeat, but maybe you were just getting lightheaded.
Alastor finally pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as his grin shrunk down to a barely visible smile.
âThank you, my treasure.â
That night, as Alastor had mentioned, you went to bed in matching pajamas as he read your own book to you, Dracula by Bram Stoker. You fell asleep quite a while after heâd begun reading, and even if Alastor barely gets any sleep at all, he still shifts next to you under the sheets to have you close.
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