Vox (Vincent Whittman) x Fem!Reader
(( AN: This is my first ‘X Reader’ in forever so bear with me! I made a song fic with the “An Idle Brain” song from Salem the Musical. The idea is that every time the lyrics show, a new scene is happening after. ))
"There are helpful tools to ensure our surroundings don't distract us from our one purpose."
"Bearing all of Vincent's children-"
"Serving our God, Vincent, in whatever way he calls us."
{Y/N} looks at the other girls around her; a look of disgust covers her face. "Filthy to think of our God in such way, Vincent is too good for you, and you, and you, and even me-" She'd let out a shaky sigh before looking at the others. "You should all reconsider your priorities if that's the way you think of him."
"I don't think it's a bad thing-" One girl would start to chime in before {Y/N} gives a small glare to her. "Well, Miss Vincent's Favorite- Explain to us what we should start to do more of to become a part of this ceremony..." She asks with a soft voice.
"Well, start out by starting with praying more to him, start showing up to his sermons more- You'll start to realize he is the answer for the future." {Y/N} gives them a smile. "Then you might be worthy of alone time with Father Vincent just like I am."
"An idle brain invites the Devil in-"
"Father forgive me for my sins, my sins."
{Y/N} looks up at the man talking in front of her, her eyes never leaving him once. Every word of his speech hit her. The talks of getting everything you ever wanted. Love, fame, fortune, and family. Vincent didn't let the look in this girl's eyes go unnoticed. He noticed from the stage, it was proof to him that he could talk his way into building his own following. {Y/N} wanted to hear more after hearing his words, but before she could find him, he found her.
A gentle hand grabs her elbow, causing her to look up. Vincent Whittman. The man who had just given her a life-changing speech.
"I noticed how-" He stops for a moment. "Enthralled I managed to get you in my speech today." A smile crawls across his face. {Y/N}'s face turns a soft red color at his observation. "I must ask, why haven't I seen you at any of my other meetings?" He asks her.
"Oh, well, this was my first time coming to one of these, sir. I must say, I would love to start to come more often. I just need to get around my work schedule." She smiles at him. Vincent feels a twitch in him.
"If you were to join us, stay with the community. You wouldn't need any work at all. You'd work for me with housing, travel fare, and anything else you may need." He says, "But I can understand wanting to stay attached to the society we know today."
"A community... Where I just work for you?" She asks, slight skepticism in her tone. A soft hum leaves him.
"I am sure I can arrange something about you working close to me. So, I can watch your progress." His voice is soft but demanding. Her eyes immediately light up. "I just need you to open up to me. I want to hear everything. Your sins, all of them." He takes a step closer to her, looking directly into her eyes. "I want to make sure you're ready for this lifestyle."
"Give me punishments and rules and never-ending Sunday school."
"An Idle Brain invites the devil in."
His hand caresses her cheek before he slaps her. "How stupid can you be? You are meant to sit, look for orders, and do as you're told. Do you understand me?" He says through his teeth, spit flinging onto {Y/N}'s face. She looks at him, repositioning herself on her knees in front of him.
"Yes, Father Vincent. I am so sorry to be so stupid, I must repent for my sins. I must dedicate more time-" She starts to ramble before he places his finger on her mouth.
"Start by accepting your first punishment that you have ever truly deserved. I want you to truly show your dedication to the cause, {Y/N}. I want to see you doing more for ~me~." A smirk crosses his face, he walks around her, stopping just behind her. His hand goes to her hair, fingers gently twirling her locks between his fingers. He grabs a fist full, pulling her head back to look directly up at him. "Open your mouth." He says almost mindlessly. She looks at him, blinking a few times before obliging to his demand. His hand releases her hair before moving to her chin, his thumb slips into her mouth before using it to open her mouth more before spitting in her mouth. "Swallow." He hums.
{Y/N} closes her mouth before swallowing. She opens her mouth even wider to prove she swallowed. He lets out a soft laugh through his nose.
"Now, that's pathetic." His voice lingers in her ears, causing her eyebrows to furrow. "Don't worry, it's very-" He leans down to her ear, his lips gently grazing it. "-attractive how dedicated you are to me. I want more from you though."
"Happy means doing what I should."
"See, look, I'm smiling cause I'm good."
"You should smile more; we wouldn't want to paint a bad picture of the movement. Now, would we?" Vincent asks {Y/N}, his eyes looking her up and down. He turns to the mirror to dust off himself and fix his hair. "Especially if you are meant to be seen next to me." A look is given to her through the mirror. "Answer me and smile." Her heart flutters at these words. The idea of disappointing Father Vincent made her stomach flip.
"You are very right, Father Vincent, I am so sorry, please forgive me." She starts to move to him. She finds her place at his feet on her knees, "Whatever my God tells me to do, I shall. P-please forgive me." She practically begs. His hand ruffles her hair. He squats down to her before using two of his fingers to press the corners of her mouth and force a smile on her.
"Smile. Listen more often." He mumbles before rising to his feet and walking past her.
A few days later, and {Y/N} is attending one of Vincent's community building meetings. A smile plastered on her face as she watches Father Vincent. Her eyes watching every movement, listening to ever word, even writing notes. Joy is what she felt in this moment, watching her Savior talking in front of her. More needed to follow Vincent, more needed to Trust Him.
"My knees are sore from prayer."
"Yeah, my favorite shape is square."
"Happy means doing what I should."
"I've noticed how much work you've been doing. You are becoming my best follower. My favorite follower." Vincent's eyes look her body up and down. He grabs her hands. "Knees." She follows the order mindlessly, no second thought. "I thought we'd spend some much needed-" He leads her hands to his belt buckle. "- one-on-one worship time." {Y/N} bites her bottom lip, gently chewing on it. "Go ahead."
Her hands start to fiddle with his belt undoing the buckle. Once it's undone, she pulls the belt through the hoop. Her fingers fiddle with the pants button before unzipping them as well. She looks up at him for approval. He nods. She pulls his pants down a bit as well as his briefs. His member erects from his boxers; she looks at it for a moment.
"Hm? Are you-" He lets out a laugh at the sight of her face. "Holy shit, I have hit the jackpot with a follower like you. I knew there was something special about you, {Y/N}." He chuckles to himself. "Open that mouth of yours." He instructs. Her mouth widens a bit before he places the tip inside of her mouth. "Now, wrap your lips around." He starts to make small thrusts in and out of her mouth. "Fuck, you are going to be getting this kind of attention more often." She removes her mouth from him immediately.
"Yes, please, Father. I want to please you in every way I can." She says, looking up at him. Spit falls down her chin.
"Oh my god. You look so dirty like this." He bites his lip. "For now, continue to use that mouth on me and then we can talk about other ways you'll be useful in serving me." He says before moving her head back to his member.
"I never listen to the voice inside me."
"It's better with commandments there to guide me."
Something grew inside of {Y/N} about a year into being a part of this cult, community. She started to grow inside her stomach that something wasn't right, that maybe she had started to become brainwashed by some celebrity. She wasn't trying to show it, yet Vincent noticed. The lack of showing up on time to gatherings, the doodling in between his speeches, the eye rolls. He kept tallies but was waiting for the right time to punish.
One night after a meeting, {Y/N} walks outside, lingering in the parking lot in her car. A knock. She unlocks the car door before the door opens and a body slides in on the passenger side. She looks ahead, looking at the other people walking to their cars.
"You're really slacking. Need I remind you what brought you to this moment in your life?" Vincent says, his voice cocky. "Stop avoiding me. You are coming to my house tonight." He demands, his body turned completely toward her.
"That isn't how this works. You've even told me before that-" She starts to ramble on but stops feeling his hand place itself on her thigh.
"No, not anymore. You don't get to run away from this. Just like you've done to everything else in your life. You are going to see this one out. You wanted to go to Paradise. Then do as you're told."
She turns to him before letting out a shaky sigh. "Fine. I can be at yours in an hour."
"Wear white." Those are the last words he says before exiting your car.
"I stay safe inside the fence."
"Even when things don't make sense."
"Father Vincent- What did I just do?" {Y/N} says, looking down at the body under her. Vincent looks at her, admiration in his eyes, something she'd confuse for love. "I- Are you proud of me?" She smiles at him, tilting her head to side, one of her eyes slightly twitch.
"I have never been prouder of you, {Y/N}. You're helping me become bigger so I can get more followers" His lips place a kiss on her forehead. "You deserve so much personal worship time, and I intend to give it to you." He gives his hand to help her rise to her feet. She rises, before stepping over the body. With a few steps, Vincent is leading her to the couch inches from the body of a producer. "I've missed you, why have you been so distant? You have always been my favorite follower." He hums sitting on the couch, patting it for her to sit with him.
"Well-" Her gaze would go to the body then to the blood on her white dress. He takes in her reaction before he places his lips to hers to distract her. He slowly pushes her down onto her back, placing himself between her legs enough for her to feel his bulge.
"You can't leave me now-" He murmurs, his hand finding its way to her panties. "- You're stuck with me until the end, {Y/N}." He moves himself to take her panties off before putting them in his pocket. He gets on his knees, finding his face between her legs. This is the first time Vincent had truly cared enough to give you any pleasure. His tongue flicks over her clit causing her to let out a moan. "I'm going to reward you for you showing your full commitment and dedication to the movement." He growls. He rises enough to move his pants down to his knees. He positions himself between her legs.
"Vincent- Wait-" She bites her lip. He gives her a small grin before placing his hand in the blood on the floor before covering his member in it. He proceeds to stick his hand in the blood one more time before wiping it across her entrance. "Mmm." She lets of a soft moan before he pushes his member into her.
Vincent places his hands on her hips as he starts to thrust in and out of her, one of his hands travel to her throat. Fingers wrap around her throat, and she feels a slight squeeze. He proceeds to pick up his speed, "You are so fucking tight, so wet. All because you decided to save yourself for me." He pulls out for a moment to pull her off of the couch before bending her over the couch cushion where her ass is facing him. He proceeds to dip his fingers in the blood before sticking two fingers inside of her. The fingers slide out with ease before he positions himself again. He pushes his member inside of her before thrusting in and out of her.
"You're never going to leave me, right?" He moans out, she nods. "Fucking say it out loud."
"I am never going to leave you, Father Vincent." She moans.
"Judge me. Give me grades."
"Oh God, advise me."
"Father Vincent, advise me on how I can better show my devotion to you?" {Y/N} looks up at him, her eyes pleading for more. The air seemed thin between them as if there wasn't really any answering of the question needed.
"I want you to help me with another person, but this time, I am going to be busy, so you need to do it." A hum leaves him as he circles her. "I expect it to be done on Friday. This is a test and should be seen as an act of devotion, {Y/N}." His voice toneless, yet still she listened.
"Who needs a hug when you're a saint?"
"I only need my self-restraint."
{Y/N} found herself over another body of a news reporter for Vincent, yet she was alone this time. She blinks slowly before a laugh escapes her. Almost as if she hit her breaking point, she kept laughing. Her eyes look at the body before she rises from her spot. A shrug rolls off her shoulders, and a smile goes across her face. Vincent surely would reward her for this, considering it's been forever since he's even considered alone time with her.
She walks to the sink to wash her hands, before washing the blood off the handle of the sink. She slowly makes her trek to her car. Vincent hadn't said anything about her coming to his after, yet she felt she needed to.
A car sits outside his house, one that {Y/N} doesn't know. She parks before making her way to the front door. Her hand lingers over the door before she lets out a breath. She knocks. A chuckle is heard behind the door, a feminine one, then Vincent's. Her eye twitches before she turns around and starts walking away. The door opens.
"{Y/N}?" Vincent questions. She turns to him, blood all over her, a smile on her face, and tears are the corners of her eyes. Then she sees another woman. "Wait, {Y/N}-"
{Y/N} turns around ignoring him before getting in her car. She starts it before leaving. She felt stupid, how did she not know? She makes her way to her house.
"When I'm perfect as can be."
"Father finally will love me."
"Who needs a hug when you're a saint?"
The next week, she's still shows up to the next meeting, early even. {Y/N} was even earlier than Vincent. She sat at the edge of Vincent's altar, murmuring prayers to herself.
"Please...Please..Please..I need to repent. I must be doing so much wrong. I need... I need to do more. Please Father Vincent, please forgive me. Please."
Vincent walks in, early as well, just not as early as she arrived. She didn't notice him, but he did her. A smirk stretches across his face, knowing his plan is working. You have to toy with your followers to keep them active in the community. He avoids her, going to the backroom. She hears his office open and her head pops up, just barely catching a glimpse of him closing the door.
That was it, she felt an overwhelming need to fix this herself. Anyone who was ruining his picture needed to go.
After the meeting, she stayed around to see if he'd approach her, but he never did. She lets out a sigh before walking out of the building. She looks at the other followers walking back to their cars, faint memories come to her mind. She could spot all the sins and atrocities these people were committing against their Savior, their God. They all needed to change or be permanently dealt with. One thing {Y/N} could promise was that everyone would follow correctly.
"Evil, Sin, and Doubt."
"I'll help to point it out."
{Y/N} watches the girl she saw in Vincent's house; her eyes fixated on her. Showing off, acting like she is the favorite, and throwing herself onto the Savior himself. Even {Y/N} didn't do that. {Y/N} grumbles to herself before leaving the building mid-meeting.
The girl, if she was being trained anything like {Y/N}, should be coming after to see why she'd be leaving. Just like clockwork, his new favorite comes out. A cough.
"Where do you-" The girl starts to say before {Y/N} turns around, eyes widened.
"You've been impure and must cleanse your soul for Father Vincent." {Y/N}'s voice is cold, toneless. She pulls a knife from her purse before slitting the girl's throat. {Y/N} lets out a chuckle before skipping to her car.
"And if I am impure."
"More punishments the cure."
"I can't believe you, turning on your own for my attention? Do you know how bad this makes me look?" Vincent looks at {Y/N}, who was looking up at him like a lovesick puppy. "You're actually crazy. Like, I'm crazy, but you-" He chuckles in his hands before looking back at her. He smacks her across the face. She looks back at him, a smile still across her face. "- you are fucking crazy."
"Punish me, Father, please. I need to repent. I need to repent for all of my sins." She begs, her voice full of neediness. Vincent looks at her with a look before shaking his head. "I need you to guide me more, please Father Vincent. I-"
"I have never been more-" He pauses almost looking for the word to hurt the most. "-disappointed in you." Tears prick the corners of her eyes before she just breaks down on Vincent. "You have clearly learned nothing."
"Please, tell me how I can be better-" {Y/N} cries out, "-please, I need to do better. I can't live like this where you don't care about me anymore. I-" She sniffles, using her hand to wipe her tears away. Vincent squats down to her level.
"Kiss me." A subtle demand yet a demand. {Y/N} doesn't hesitate, her lips hit Vincent's. He pulls away. "I need you to calm the fuck down. Stay with me for the week, nothing else. Just you, me, and your punishment for the next week."
"Show me sins and stuff."
"Till I am good enough. Good enough. Good enough."
The beginning of her week with Vincent, meant doing who knows what.
"You are very good at pointing out my bad followers versus my good followers." Vincent walks to the couch where {Y/N} is sitting. He takes a sip of the tea he made for her then hands {Y/N} the cup. She takes a sip before feeling him sit next to her. "But you seem to be getting jealous of the fellowship." He looks at her. Her eyes wander around before setting the tea down. He grabs her chin, turning her face to look at him. "Why?"
"I was your favorite-" She starts to murmur out before he cuts her off.
"Are my favorite. What makes you think you aren't?" Vincent looks at {Y/N}'s eyes, looking for reaction.
"Well, after the first- bloody situation-" She starts to say. "-anyway, I did the one alone. For you- And I came and you had that thing in your house. You couldn't do the job yourself to spend time with someone who loves you for your power and influence. Not someone who loves you and worships you because you are their life." Vincent's corner of his mouth goes up.
"You are so fully committed to me, dear, don't you trust me when I say you're my favorite- or must I show you?" A hum leaves him before he places his lips against {Y/N}'s again.
"I want to be good enough for you, Father Vincent. I want to be perfect for you." She'd murmur before looking at him.
"I never listen to the voice inside me."
"It's better with commandments there to guide me."
Another week, another meeting. {Y/N} sits front row, staring up at Vincent as he talks about the "sin" that has consumed his fellowship. Her ears listen, her eyes watch, and {Y/N} takes everything in. The sin must be dealt with by the fellowship. By {Y/N}. Father Vincent reaches his hand out to her to help her on stage.
"If you want to be anything like, Miss {Y/N} here. You need to be willing to sacrifice everything even your own life." His words rang through her ears. She gives a small look, as this was the first time she'd heard of her own life. "This weekend, I intend to give you all quite the feast on your eyes. I will show you, with the help of Miss {Y/N}, that I truly am your God. That you can Trust Me." His hands find themselves on her shoulders. "That's it today, remember trust me with your life." Vincent says before shooing {Y/N} into his office.
"I- Father Vincent-" She murmurs. He closes the office door and locks it. "I don't think-"
"Come on, don't trust me now, huh?" He asks her. "I need one last favor from you, and then, you are free for life from me." He says, looking down at her before making his way to his desk chair. He sits.
"Father-" She'd take in a deep breath. Her feet carry her around and next to his side. Looking into Vincent's eyes. "-if I must go, it is officially my time. My God has spoken and I intend to make his last wish a reality." {Y/N} slightly blinks at him.
"Now, that's the spirit!" He leans down to her, placing a small kiss on the top of her head. "This is why you're my favorite." He smirks. The smirk could only be described as an 'Ha, I won' one.
"I stay safe inside the fence."
"Even when things don't make sense."
"Judge me. Give me grades. Oh God, advise me."
"I don't think I can do this, Father, I worked so hard for you jus-" {Y/N} gets cut off by Vincent's fingers pressing against her lips to shush her.
"You did everything the right way, {Y/N}. Now, it's your time to prove your full dedication to the cause." Vincent says before turning to the mirror to adjust his tie. "You and I will live in paradise together; do you believe me?" He asks her. She gives a stiff, yet solid nod. "Good girl. I need you to allow this, so others can have the same faith in me. Afterall, you're the first to reach paradise."
"Us? Together in paradise? You mean..." She starts to ramble putting pieces together.
"It means, I see a future with you in Paradise for you've been the most loyal follower. Now, we have a ceremony to conduct."
Vincent leads her out to his stage, hands intertwined. His thumb gently rubs the back of her hand before he places a kiss on her forehead.
"Paradise has got a spot for me."
"Flawless is all I need to be."
"Are you ready, my dear?" Vincent asks {Y/N} softly. His eyes wandering up and down her white dress she wore for the ceremony today. There was something in his eyes. It couldn't be anger nor sadness. Maybe fear. Fear of killing his favorite follower, or maybe the fear of Judgement from others for killing her. She nods before his hands find her waist, lifting her and placing her on the altar before him. His fingers linger, as if something inside was yelling. 'Don't do this, you'll lose the one person who truly follows you.' Yet, he doesn't stop.
"I will be showing you all today, with a whole lot of love, dedication, and faith, you too can be with {Y/N} in paradise!" He turns to her body, laying there on the altar. "I shall see you there, my dear." He places a kiss on her forehead before she feels a sharp pain enter her chest.
"Predestined and elect."
"I do all that he expects."
"Paradise has got a spot for me!"
{Y/N} would blink a few times before coming to realize she was very much a sentient being. Her hands look different, her hair looks different, and worst of all, Vincent isn't here to guide her through Hell. Without a second thought, she smiles and skips through the Doomsday District looking for a place for Vincent to expand once he made it to paradise as well.
"An idle brain invites the Devil in."
"Father forgive me for me sins."
"Give me punishments and rules and never-ending Sunday school."
"An idle brain invites the Devil in."
