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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

One would think he wouldn't know what aftercare was, considering he'd lived with Valentino for so long. However, sleeping with Vox was pleasantly surprising. He is very attentive after sex, and you wondered if it was something he carried over from his time alive. Water is always by the bedside, and it gets you snacks if needed or even a hot or cold compress. Sometimes, his screen can get really bright, and he has a custom-made sleeping mask just for you if you get overstimulated after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vox: He likes his claws; he can be delicate with them, but they can get the work done when necessary.

You: Vox loves your skin; he likes how fragile you feel beneath his fingers.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Unlike many others in Hell, I think Vox is one of the rare men who doesn’t have a raging breeding kink. As long as you both get off, he doesn’t really care where he cums, inside or out. Although…on your face always paints a pretty picture.

His cum is thick and sticky and has a blue bioluminescence feature to it. Like you're (literally) turning on a computer. He cums a lot and has a shorter refractory period than most.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to tie you up in the cables in his ‘lair’. His wires snug around your body accentuating the right parts. Vox would have full control of you, your body, and your movement. The millions of cameras in his lair would be pointed on you and set to record so he never misses a moment of you being ravaged. The way your fucked out face would appear on the millions of screens in front of you both would leave him with enough material to jack off alone for an entire year.

He also absolutely has stolen several pairs of your underwear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Vox absolutely knows what he’s doing, he’s been with Valentino of all people. As fucked up as Val’s kinks are he has taught Vox a significant amount of his skills.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl.

It’s no secret that this man gets turned on my power. Usually specifically his own, he likes being in control. **BUT** when you take control and top him he’s GONE. Insanely turned on at how you ride him into the ground.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Vox is absolutely not goofy in bed. He’s more serious, he can be a bit snarky with you both quipping back and forth but he takes it seriously. Especially after being with Valentino where sex meant so little, now he treats it like love making.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So. He has a TV for a head. So, carpets will never match the drapes. I think he wouldn’t have a lot (or any) hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s learned to be more romantic as the two of you progressed your relationship. Again going from Valentino to you was whiplash. At first he assumed you’d like the same stuff his ex liked but that was not the case, especially for your first time sleeping with one another.

Now he’s very romantic. He leaves you flowers every time he enters your room in the tower. When he has to leave for work he always sets up a little breakfast for you. In bed he’s much more attentive than he was at the beginning.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh boy, does he. He usually does it when you're not available for an extended period. If you were there, he'd much rather bury himself in your dripping pussy.

That being said, Vox absolutely has a shrine of things he’s stolen from you, mainly your panties. He uses them to jerk off, either fisting his dick with your underwear wrapped around his hand or pressing the crotch to his screen, taking in the scent of you. Other things in the shrine include your perfume, your rings, and a picture of you covered in a blue substance. The only other time he masturbates is if you make him do it in front of you, and god was that hot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Has a mommy kink and a praise kink. Tell him he's doing an excellent job while your pussy's dripping on his face, and it's a surefire way to crash his systems. Yet, at the same time, he loves to be degraded or have anything that has to do with you being in control of him. He's also into electric stimulation, obviously. Likes when you make him bluescreen. Some errors include. _ERROR_(Y/n)'s_Pussy_too_Good.exe _ERROR_Mommy's_Punishing_Me.exe

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, anytime. If you're both horny, he'll drag you off somewhere to blow off steam. He gets a rush from fucking in public where the press could catch them, but in reality, that would be his worst nightmare.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You glaring at him, cussing him out, being a stubborn hothead... etc. Any one of those will have him sporting a hard-on desperately needing your attention. Also, kissing his neck right where his circuits meet human flesh. That has him begging.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He's done a lot of shit with Val, but some things absolutely cross that line. Piss, Shit, or any other bodily fluid that isn't cum is one of his big ones.

He also has to say no to shower sex, not willingly; he cannot get his head wet without risking a major power blowout.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

With Vox's long tongue, he's good at oral, can reach the deepest places, and uses his claws to keep your hips in place. You wake up covered in bruises from gripping him too tight. He has to pull your legs apart and hold them because you can't close your legs around his TV head. He loves receiving it, too, especially with you under his desk while he watches the cameras around Pride and is hooked up to the wires. If you work well enough, you can cause a city-wide blackout with just your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how he's feeling at the moment. He's had too many fast rough, and nonintimate fucks with Val. He appreciates smooth and sensual lovemaking. But also loves spontaneous sex; if you turn him on, he won't care where he'd find a place to fuck you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He *LOVES* quickies. King of quickies, to be honest. Before work fuck, lunch fuck, afternoon fuck, before dinner fuck, after dinner fuck.

Most of the time, you don't know how you walk around the following days like nothing happened. If he did manage to fuck you stupid from a quickie, he would provide aftercare but still would leave to do his work at the end of the day.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He'll try anything once. If you say you like something, he'll give it a try; he wants to do electrical play and shibari more than anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

All day, every day, several times. It's almost like because he's a computer, it's nearly like he has total control of his refractory period and when he cums. He could have you cumming five times before he finishes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has toys, plenty of them. When you live with Valentino, you know for sure every Christmas or birthday, he's getting you sex toys. You and Vox don't think he's capable of getting any of you an actual gift. Although both of you make good use of all of them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Oh, he likes to tease. Insanely so, but then again, so do you whenever he gives you the chance. When he tops this man will delay your orgasm as much as possible while calling you 'baby girl' and complaining about how you're pathetic and needy for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man likes to hear himself talk, so of *course* he's loud. Especially when you're sucking him off, lots of curses and mocking laughter as his claws pull and dig into your hair. When he's fucking into you, he growls and grunts saying how tight you are and how you're his perfect fuck toy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to film you on his screen and saves it away for later use in a file with your name on it. Val once asked if he could have access to it to sell it because it would make the Vee's an insane amount of money. Vox almost killed him for insinuating that he'd ever expose you like that; you were for his eyes only.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's long and slender; it glows a soft blue when it's dimly lit. There are thick veins on the underside of the shaft. The color is a deep navy blue, and the tip is light blue.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As discussed before, he has an incredibly high sex drive. If you don't want it one day, he'll accept it, but he will be whining about it all day. It's like you killed him or broke up with him; that's what withholding sex is like for him. He would never force himself upon you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

First, he gives you aftercare or vice versa, and then he immediately passes out. Even if you get up and shower, he's sprawled out on the bed, snoring away. You always have to maneuver your way back into the bed, moving his sprawled-out limbs. Once you're back in bed, he clings to you like a koala does to a tree branch. Then you're stuck until morning.

You always admired the way he looked while he reported the latest news story; eyes focused on the camera as he read off his notes, the small smile he'd do at the beginning of each segment, the way he'd absentmindedly fidget with the pen in his hand as his co-host spoke, a boredom on his face the average viewer wouldn't pick up on. It all made him so handsome to you, so lovable. Seeing it in black and white on the television was one thing, but seeing it all in color just a few feet away from it all was another. It was almost entrancing.

"That's all for that story, folks," Vincent spoke confidently, smiling into the camera as he brought the report to a close, "and remember, trust us with your news." He finished, and the camera panned out before turning off, leaving a studio full of employees eager to go on break, including him. You moved past the crowd and towards the newscaster's desk, mouth curving into a grin as you came to him, his lunch in your hands. His eyes turned upwards from his papers to look at you, a pleased smirk making its way onto his face at the sight of you visiting him at work, something you didn't always do often.

"You left your lunch at home again," you spoke with a smile, setting it down on the desk.

"Maybe I meant to, after all, it did earn a nice little visit from you," he replied, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. You obeyed, taking a seat on him as you both leaned in, lips meeting in a sweet kiss that Vincent soon turned heated, lightly nipping at your bottom lip as you separated for air. You let out a gasp as he grabbed you by your hips, grinding you down against him.

"Vincent!" You hissed, the sound turning into a light moan. "What's gotten into you?! We're in public!" You scolded, your words falling on deaf ears as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"And? That isn't going to stop me from fucking you right here on this desk," he purred against your neck. "Come on, be a good girl for me." He insisted with a growl, moving down to push the skirt of your dress up, the fabric bunching around the top of your thighs as his hands slipped down to your underwear, tugging them to the side eagerly. A finger slipped into your wet heat, fucking you slowly as he chuckled at the noises slipping out of your lips, and the way you hurriedly covered your mouth with your hands to suppress them.

'V-Vincent," you stuttered, "h-hold on, we'll get in trouble—" you slapped your hands over your mouth again as he added a second finger, then a third not long after, your cunt clenching down on them out of reflex as the pleasure shook your body. It was all happening too quickly, and you were struggling to keep up with every wave of ecstasy that overtook you.

"Fuck, look at you, dripping all over my hand like a slut." He curled his fingers, brushing over your sweet spot, your legs shaking as a jolt of pleasure shot through you, your toes curling. "Hmm? You like that, honey?" He purred, voice sickeningly sweet as he mocked you, repeating the motion. "That's my pretty girl, coming undone all over my hand like the little whore she is." You moaned at his words, head reeling with the rush of it all.

"Vincent 'm gonna cum," you slurred out, barely able to speak as the pleasure began to fog your mind, unsure just how he was managing to fuck you dumb with just his fingers so quickly. "Fuuuck, gonna cum, Vincent! I—" You let out a long, frustrated whine as he pulled his fingers out, the beginnings of your orgasm already starting to ebb away. "Dammit, Vincent!" You hissed.

"Shut up." He growled out, picking you up and laying you on the desk, the lunchbox you had placed on it earlier falling to the ground with a loud 'clang'. "Can't believe how fucking desperate you are right now, just a few minutes ago you were asking what was wrong with me." He pulled your panties down, letting them fall to the studio floor before he moved to unzip his pants. He pulled them down just enough to free his hardened cock, the large tip already leaking pre-cum as he lined himself up with your wet pussy.

He slid in with one swift movement, the desk jolting beneath you both as he began to move, not bothering to give you any time to adjust to the stretch of his cock splitting you open. He let out a pleasured grunt as he began to fuck you, watching his thick cock disappear into your tight cunt with every thrust, your pussy gripping him. "Fuck!" He growled, rutting into you roughly, hips snapping against yours. "That's right, take me like the good little fucktoy you are." He hissed, lips moving back down to your neck, nipping at the flesh, making sure to leave a mark you'd have for weeks to come.

"Can you imagine someone walking in on us? You'd be so fucking beautiful, wouldn't you? Gripping my cock like a whore while you take me, all those little sounds leaving your lips while someone watches." He groaned at the idea, fucking you deeper, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the large room. "They couldn't touch you, because you're mine, aren't you, honey? My sweet girl. Come on, baby, say it, say you're all mine."

You moaned in response, head falling back as your eyes screwed shut, unable to speak as he pounded into you, every thrust rougher than the last.

"Answer me." He barked, grabbing your face, "Tell me who you belong to."

"You! I belong to you, Vincent!" You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him even closer. "I'm all yours! Fuck! I don't want anyone else!" He chuckled in satisfaction at your declaration, kissing you roughly, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as he grew closer to his climax.

"I should get the cameraman in here next time, yeah? Record a nice little movie of you. Maybe I'll show it off to the others, show them what they can't have." He moaned out, rutting into you deeper. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he announced, looking into your eyes. "I'm gonna fill you so fucking deep you'll be dripping for days." He came hard with a long groan, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shot into you, spilling onto the desk. You came soon after, shaking with ecstasy as your orgasm ripped through you, clinging onto him desperately as you rode out the last waves.

"Fuck," he panted, hair slick with sweat. "That was the best sex I've ever had." He buried his face into your neck, riding out the last aftershocks of his climax with shallow thrusts before his hips stilled. He pushed himself up off you, sitting back in the chair as his eyes drifted over to the clock.