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xxshujiswhorexx · 26 days

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 6)

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

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

Vox was gone when you woke up.

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

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

My darling bunny,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love you baby,

Vox

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

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

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

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

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

“Two caramel lattes for Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup, your favourite!”

“Satan, you know me so well!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-what do you mean, Angie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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xxshujiswhorexx · 26 days

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Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 5)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, bunny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“good night, baby bunny.”

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

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