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Okay okay so. This relationship is toxic. I mean it's Valentino and Vox. Anytime one of them is pissed at the other (common occurrence), it's you that suffers the most. Both of these men are very large too. Although Vox is less girthy but longer than Valentino 

Any time Valentino is pissed, it includes throwing and drinking and wanting to kill so many sinners that it makes you shudder. Valentino likes that and soon you're in his bed, his cock buried in your cunt

Valentino is rough but Vox is rougher

Vox gets jealous when Valentino spends time with you and so anytime he sees you and Valentino fuck, he'll call you into his office. Bend you over his desk and fuck your pussy with his cock. Specifically, he'll insist that all he wants is a simple fuck but it's clear by the time he starts fucking you that it's a punishment 

Vox loves electrocuting you and he gets super into it too. Any electrical burns get worshipped

Valentino meanwhile loves recording you, especially with Angel Dust involved. And public play. He LOVES public play 

Anytime Valentino sees you and Vox sleep together, he just tries to join and if he can't join then Valentino ends up in the cuck chair 

“Are you sure?” 

The question seemed concerned but the demon never even looked up from his screens, one brow raised in question despite the almost bored look that graced his screen. His face. The bright glow matched with those unnerving red eyes really put you on edge sometimes. 

You didn't let that happen this time. 

“Val gave me the idea. It could be…” You gestured your hands, looking for the right word, yet the Media Overlord startled you with an amused scoff. 

“Val?” He questioned, almost derisively. 

Your face was absent of any amusement that graced your boyfriend's. 

“Yes, Vox.” You insisted, “Val can be very insightful.”

Vox finally looked up, leaning back in his chair with a large, toothy grin yet he had yet to speak much until you finished your compliment of the Moth Demon. “Right.” Vox remarked, “Insightful.” His eyes finally scanned you for the first time of the day, “Of course, of course. Valentino would be insightful about these matters.” 

You shot a glare, “Vox, don't be mean. Val can be nice.”

“Not to his whores.” Vox persisted.

You huffed, “Back to the point, yes, Vox. I'm sure.” 

“Fine.” Vox hummed, leaning his head in his clawed hand, “What's the point? You'll hardly remember how it feels.” 

Exasperated and freshly annoyed, you shook your head, “That isn't the point. I just want to know that you-” 

As he stood, Vox cut you off, “That I what, sunshine? Took you? Didn't give you a way out? A choice? Treated you like less than the dirt under my fucking feet?”

You shyly ducked your head, causing the VoxTek CEO to bark out a short, cruel laugh before scolding you with a light, “ah ah ah.” Vox made quick work of walking across his office to your small desk, grabbing your face in his clawed hand and forcing you to look in his eyes. 

“You wanted this.” He stated, “I won't fucking be gentle, pet, just because you won't remember how it feels when I spread your legs open and fuck that tight hole until you scream.” 

His eyes began to spark, swirling yet he hadn't yet hypnotized you. He pushed your face away as you stammered, turning and walking back to his desk.