❝not even death will do us apart❞
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — human!cult leader!vox × fem!reader (snippet of them in hell too tho)
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — when you moved to a new town after a breakup, you didn't expect to meet a man who took up all your attention. Most of all, you didn't expect him to be a cult leader, well at least he's pretty – and you wouldn't mind encouraging him.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — very sorry, this escalated, it wasn't supposed to be over 4k more like 3k or 2k, smut, p in v, oral (f rec), kinda cream pie > THIS WAS A BITCH TO WRITE, I promise it will get better lol
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — English is not my first language! This is kinda cool and kinda not, honestly most of the time I asked myself what I was doing...Also a short explanation, reader is obsessed with Vox, I tried playing into his charming nature. However I also wanted the reader to not be innocent, my intention was that she doesn't realise her obsession. don't be shy to give feedback! taglist
Beginning anew wasn’t easy, in all honesty you regretted it but you had no other choice. Your ex-partner with too much influence had cheated and when you confronted him, made sure you lost your job. Twisted the story to make you the bad guy, everyone took his side – even your own family.
It led you to now, to a new town searching for a new workplace and an escape from the manipulator. You stood outside your new apartment complex, honestly a surprise something like this existed in a small town like Ruthord.
While driving you noticed beautiful, suburban houses like they were taken straight from a catalogue. Some people stood outside, mowing their lawns or peaked through the windows. It made you realise that not many people came through here, maybe it could be a good thing.
Your landlord stood outside, already smiling brightly. She was an elderly woman, barely able to walk without a cane but still she stumbled towards you.
“Ah, it is so nice to finally meet you! There aren’t many people who are this eager to move into one of those little apartments, most of all not such young things like you,” she told you enthusiastically, gently grabbing your arm to guide you inside.
You didn’t quite know what to tell her, you had already figured that part out. “Well, I’m just happy to be here,” was what you settled on with a grimaced smile.
She showed you the apartment, informed you of every important thing but while most of it just flew over your head, one thing or person caught your interest. “And our mayor, if you could call him that but he’s more like a saviour to us all you know...anyway if you have any questions just ask, rent’s due on the first,” she rambled and walked away with a content smile.
You opened the door and stepped inside, it was humble – nothing compared to New York – but you would make it work.
While unpacking you couldn’t help but think about the mayor, why would he be called a saviour? You tried pushing sense into it, maybe the town was ‘saved’ from a horrible mayor who wasn’t interested in helping them yet even that didn’t sound right.
What you didn’t notice was the people watching you, every single neighbour had his eyes on you. All to report to one person, to see how a new member would become a part of them.
The next day you decided to explore your new home and search for a job as well, although you were probably overqualified for most of it. The centre wasn’t overly packed, seniors enjoying their free time in the sun, a handful of teenagers sitting on benches and the city hall right in the middle of it all.
You walked into a coffee shop, it looked like nothing out of the ordinary. The barista gave you a friendly smile as she greeted you, “you’re new,” she added at the end. “Is it that obvious?" You chuckled nervously before giving her your order, “we don’t have many people your age,” she shrugged to which you frowned, why was everyone mentioning your age?
Suddenly the noise quietened, no one spoke as the door opened with a soft bell sound. You turned around, wanting to know why everyone stopped talking and your eyes fell onto a man, rather handsome one could say.
He stood tall, with dark coloured hair and lean, dressed in a suit with a charming grin on his face. You met his eyes, piercing blue like they could look into your soul. Everyone looked at him as if he was a god, like he saved them. Instantly he noticed you, how could he not? You were ethereal to him, in that moment he decided that he needed you, you would be his in every way.
“Well, hello, we haven’t met yet,” he spoke, pulling you from your trance and holding his hand out to you, “yeah, yes,” you stumbled over your words while telling him your name. You hadn’t expected to find someone this handsome here.
“I’m Vincent, but call me Vox,” he had a light smirk on his lips, somethings about him drew you magically in. He knew there wasn’t much time to waste, promptly he offered you his arm, “let me show you our wonderful town…,” he trailed off, not acknowledging the stares of everyone around you.
“That would be lovely, I gotta wait for my drink and still have so much to unpack-,” “nonsense! As the mayor of this little place, I insist and trust me, you’ll have all the time in the world,” he came rather close to you, his hand sneaking to your waist.
You were stunned quite honestly, you had expected the mayor to be some kind of old man but not him. No, he was special though a small voice in your head questioned if you should be thinking about him in such ways, after all you just left your ex-partner behind and wanted a new start.
Hesitantly however you agreed and let Vox walk you out, “I do have to ask, why are they staring at you like that?” You looked up him with curiosity. Vox sighed, not in disappointment but contentment, “when I came here, this town needed someone to believe in them. I fixed their problems and showed them how beautiful life could be if you weren’t burned.”
It sounded awfully nice? You didn’t know how bad this town needed him, yet you believed every word of his. “So, they worship you?” you joked, starting to feel a bit more comfortable.
Vox chuckled, for a moment he considered answering your question with ‘yes’, but he decided on being humble, “they’re just thankful.” You watched his every move with pure interest, he held himself effortlessly and graceful. Every person you encountered waved at him, some even shaking his hand and thanked him, saying he inspired them.
Maybe you should have questioned it, should have been suspicious about it but you couldn’t get yourself to care when your gaze met his.
“Every fourth Sunday we meet in our church and speak of things we’re grateful for. You should come, it makes you feel like you belong somewhere,” Vox explained, coming to a sudden halt. You looked around, you stood right outside your apartment door…how had he known where to go? And had you already seen every part of the down?
Through your confusion you blindly told him you’d come. “Wonderful! Let me spare you the trouble and pick you up,” he offered, holding your hand and rubbing soft circles.
With a big smile you accepted to which he kissed the back of your hand, “then I’ll see you tomorrow, doll,” he gave one of his charming smiles before walking away. You watched after him, time flowed fast in his presence, and he made you feel like everything else didn’t matter.
Later that day when you sat on your couch and started watching TV, you jumped through the channels until you saw Vox’s face. For a moment you thought it was a mistake, but no, he had his own TV show.
He spoke of the news, making jokes and interviewed people. It made you question what kind of mayor – or person – he was. Even if you wanted to watch something else, you couldn’t. Vox had taken up so much of your mind that you wanted to see more of him, see all of him, “trust me with your entertainment and have a very good night.”
As he spoke it felt like he was talking only to you, like he knew you were watching him. That night you went to bed with only one man on your mind, was it a harmless crush? Where you just imagining his signals? Questions you had no answers to, it was cruel.
The next day came, you spent at least an hour deciding on what to wear. It shouldn’t be too provocatively but still enough to leave an impression, especially on Vox.
Suddenly a knock on your door pulled you from your string of thoughts, he was already here. It felt as if time passed to quickly, “wait a second!” you called through your door, moving quickly to grab your purse, look into the mirror to make sure you didn’t look like a clown.
Then you opened the door, Vox stood there with one of his charming smiles and once again dressed in a suit. His eyes roamed your body, trying to hide his hunger for you.
“Don’t you look beautiful?” he asked, holding his arm out to you as he did yesterday. “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you smiled, looping your arm through his. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, like there was a spell on you.
Vox led you to his car, opening the door for you and buckling your seatbelt. Silence filled the car, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but you felt the need to string up a conversation.
“What is this thing exactly? You said things you’re grateful for but in what sense,” you asked, playing with your thumb in order to control your nervous system. In a few minutes, you would meet the whole town with Vox by your side...there was no way you would go unnoticed.
“We’re inspiring people to do their best, save them from their previous lives and show them a way forward,” he explained, not really going into detail. You frowned at his words, for the first time he sounded a tad suspicious.
You didn’t say anything in response, instead nodding along and letting time pass by, you would find out soon enough.
The car came to a stop in front of the massive church, people were streaming into its gates. You swallowed trying to build up the courage to step out, Vox was already one step ahead of you. He walked to your side and opened the door for you, holding his arm out – as always. Hesitantly you grabbed it, walking with him as all eyes followed you.
“Should I do something?” you whispered to which he grinned, “sit down and look pretty doll,” his answer caused your body to heat up, suddenly finding the floor rather interesting. Vox sat you down the first row, not easing your nerves and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before leaving and stepping up the lectern.
“Welcome my dear souls, I feel very lucky to be here with you today. Being a part of our community is something special, everyone has their own story on how they found their way to salvation, to us.” Vox plastered a smile, gesturing and knowing exactly how to accentuate his words, making everyone clung to every syllable of his.
He invited people to his side, asking them to tell everyone how they found their way here. Every single person said they were being held back, how they are now seeing everything clearly. Vox had inspired them to be a part of something important.
As you listened to them something snapped in your head, this wasn’t an ordinary town. It was a cult, hidden behind the curtain of an important movement and the man who had filled your mind to the edge of obsession was their leader. They called him a saviour because they think he did, not just a mayor using his influence to do good – no he filled their heads with phrases.
He made them feel special, like they were the only ones in the room and thus making them trust him, show their pure loyalty to him. “We are meant to be more! The outside doesn’t want to reach their full potential, so it is our mission to open their eyes,” his voice held something indescribable.
You looked around and saw everyone fixated on him, many looking at him in awe. It turned something inside you, not disgust or fear...something deeper.
Vox standing there in all his glory with people worshipping him, seeing him as something more important than them. Maybe it was fascination or attraction, if you were sane enough you would realise it was obsession.
A piece of information you didn’t know was that he had already realised you weren’t as innocent and as healthy as you thought you’d be. So why not use it to his advantage?
He ended his speech, and everybody clapped, some even thanking him. A crowd of people formed around him as he stepped down the stairs, his eyes however searched for you.
You were still watching people when your landlord came up, “you’ve met the mayor I take it,” she giggled, “oh, it was about time he found a wife, all lonely you know.” You almost choked, wife sounded a bit early, right? “Time will tell,” you tried brushing her off while an arm suddenly wrapped around your waist.
“Mrs. Jones, are you hogging our lovely new citizen?” he asked, a dangerous tone hiding behind his bright grin. His hand tightened against your skin, making you realise how on edge he was.
“Oh, don’t you worry! I was just keeping her company,” she said quickly, still sounding rather cheery but then quickly turned around and left.
You turned around to Vox, “quite intimidating, aren’t we?” you teased him, the fact that his hands were still around you not going unnoticed. A warm feeling blooming in your chest as you held onto his arms.
“I could’ve let her talk your ear off, should I call her back? Let her ask about all the very intimate feelings you have?” he raised a brow, mouth twitching. Your eyes widened, was he serious? No, he couldn’t be. He instantly picked up on your reaction and chuckled, stroking your waist – his touch feeling almost electric.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he mused, guiding you to the exit. Biting your lip, his voice vibrating through your body.
As you saw his car coming into view your stomach churned, you hadn’t spent much time with Vox today – less than you hoped for. Ever the gentleman he opened the door for you, before you sat down you took the opportunity, “would you like to have dinner with me?”
For a moment he decided to play with you, “isn’t it a little early?” You didn’t know what to say, was he rejecting you? “Well, we will find something to entertain ourselves…,” you replied carefully, not trusting your own mind.
Vox gave you a cocky smirk, kissing your cheek before lightly pushing you down in the seat and getting in his side. Just like that your fate was sealed.
Everything fell into place, Vox on your couch with your head laying in his lap as he gently combed through your hair. “So, you’re a cult leader huh?” you asked, a mischief smile playing at your lips, eyes fixated on the TV.
“I wouldn’t call it a cult, more of a movement,” he argued, rolling his eyes a little but not being able to fight the smile sneaking on. One hand stroked down your body, resting on your thigh. You chuckled, “okay Vincent, movement it is then,” you mocked his words, using his full name to emphasize.
In response he pinched you which resulted in you becoming a giggly mess, hands coming up to cover your face.
“Are you mocking me? You dare to mock your mayor?” he grabbed your wrists to uncover your face. While he did look a little scary, you knew he didn’t mean any harm but you still tried to form a serious expression, “no, of course not! I wouldn’t dare such vicious thing,” you defended yourself.
“You little minx,” he growled, moving you to straddle him, “however I seem to think you like a man in charge.” Hands on his shoulders you tilted your head to the side, “I adore him,” you agreed, drawing soft shaped on his collarbone, “he’s very strong, inspiring and generous,” swooning a little.
Smirking he pressed his lips to yours, he was careful at first but when he felt you shifting closer against him, he deepened the kiss. Vox tongue tracing your lower lip, a quiet ask before he squeezed your hips, resulting in you gasping and him using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
A whimper fell from your mouth, trying to fight for dominance but it was no use. Vox knew exactly how to use his soft lips against you, sliding them over yours in a perfect fit.
You closed your eyes, wrapping your hands around his neck, completely lost in him while his hands were digging into your flesh. “Tell me you don’t want more,” he rasped, bucking his hips against your core and only breaking away for a second.
“I can’t,” you whimpered, opening your eyes to meet his. “Fuck,” he muttered before switching you to lay under him with one knee between your legs.
“So desperate for it aren’t you?” he taunted then planted kisses down your neckline, trailing his hand down to unbutton your trousers. You arched your back when you felt him sucking on a particular sensitive spot, meanwhile he worked his way to your pulsing cunt and slipped under your lingerie.
“Vox!” you gasped, hand fisting the couch for some kind of leverage. He gave you a wicked smirk, knowing exactly what effect he had on you. Rubbing tight circles on your clit, pointer and middle finger sliding along your drenched hole.
You couldn’t believe this was happening, you had sex before, but no one made you whimper from a single touch. “Does it feel good when I touch you here,” he rasped, applying more pressure, “or here?” he added, slipping his two fingers inside you with ease.
He curled his fingers in your cunt, moving them in an even rhythm. You bucked your hips against him, moaning as he hit your sensitive spot.
“Tell me,” Vox murmured against you, slowly shifting his body down. Your brain tried to function properly but as you sensed his warm breath against your abdomen you knew you were done. He pulled your pants down along with your panties, "can't even follow simple orders," he made a tsk sound, landing a slap on your cunt. Making you gasp in response.
"Yes, yes, please it's where I want you to touch me!" you pleaded to him, hoping he would resume to his previous actions. You couldn't see his face, mind too clouded.
"That's my girl," purred to your puffy folds causing vibration to roll through your body, his tongue flicked your bundle of nerves. The feeling had you preening for him, even more once he added his two fingers. Then it exploded, the knot in your stomach became too tight.
Breathing heavily, toes twitching and trying to hold on to anything. A loud pornographic moan erupted from your throat as pure bliss of pleasure washed over you. Vox had a satisfied glint in his eyes, watching you fall apart from only one orgasm. He kept his fingers inside you, still moving them in a slow pace, fucking your through your orgasm.
Your high died down and had you panting heavily, your gaze fell down to Vox whose eyes were trained on you. "No one ever made me come like that," you blurted out in a breathless voice.
"I know doll, you're such a whiny mess after a few touches, though I've not heard a thank you yet....," he was playing with you, belittling you and instead of hating it, it turned you on. His words made you want to be better, to please him and make him proud. "Let me show you how thankful I can be," you begged him, clumsily sitting up to reach his lap.
He brushed a strand of hair from your face, "well, if you want it so bad you better start taking it." Thrusting his hips up against your core, he let you undress him with shaky hands.
If it were possible Vox cock became harder with every passing second. Watching you had his head reeling, getting a rise out of the fact that you struggled. Finally you freed him, swallowing once you saw his size and mushroom formed tip leaking with precum.
"I can't," you whispered shamefully as you tried lifting your hips to sink down in his member. "Mhm, do you need help doll?" he taunted, wrapping one hand around his cock while the other took a hold of your hip, slowly pushing you down on him. Tears stung in the corner of your eyes at his big cock, stretching you like nothing before. You gripped his shoulders for dear life, being a whimpery mess.
He stilled for a moment once you had fully eloped him. You clenched involuntary around him, trying to get used to his size. Vox knew of your struggles yet decided to roll his hips against you, slightly pushing you up.
“That little brain of yours already mushy?” he teased you, tone belittling you, “I said take it,” now his voice held more authority than before. It had you crying for him. He shoved his cock into you, taking a deep breath you started moving up and down on him, slow it first as you were still not able to adjust to him completely.
"Fuck, yes squeeze me like your life depends on it," he groaned, head falling back and whispering your name. You wanted to answer him, give him a snippy comment but feeling him twitch inside you, eyes rolled back made you concentrate on his pleasre and pick up your pace. "Best cunt I've ever had, now I really have to marry you and stuff you full all day," God he was crazy, crazy for you. Though needing more, Vox began thrusting against you to meet your movements.
You didn’t know if his words were a threat or promise, either way you didn’t care – it did not even sound bad. "Please, Vox fill me up," you cried out, moving his hand from your thigh to your stomach, “do you feel us?” you groaned, laying his hand over the belly bulge. Vox couldn't hold himself back anymore, of course he felt himself pressing right into your lower abdomen.
He started moving his hips upwards in a harsh pace, hitting your sweet spot while drawing sharp circles on your clit. You clenched around him, it was almost cruel if it didn’t turn you on this much. “Fuck, squeezing me so fucking tight,” he groaned rutting into you like nothing else mattered, like it was the only thing he ever knew.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he grunted just before painting your walls with his seed. His head on your shoulder, still slowly fucking into you as he pumped you full. You bit your lip, reaching your high a second time with a mewl.
If this would be your life from now on, you wouldn't mind it at all.
Quiet surrounded you, head placed on Vox chest and arms wrapped around his middle he caressed your back. “Is it weird that it feels like I’ve known you for an eternity,” you questioned, cheek pressed against him. He chuckled deeply, “no, it’s destiny doll,” relishing in the fact that he had your undivided loyalty.
“How do you get people to join your movement?” you stopped yourself from calling it a cult even if it was one. “Curious little thing aren’t you?” he teased, digging his thumb into your ribs, “hey! If we marry, I should know,” you pursed your lips together, jerking against him thanks to his poking. Vox raised his eyebrow as if marrying you was news to him, “marriage you say...doll, aren’t you moving awfully fast?”
You knew he was making fun of you, but it was too easy for him to rile you up, “oh right, I’ll just ignore you chanting my name, saying you want to marry me so you can have my pu-,” you weren’t able to finish your sentence, Vox flipped you around shaking his head at you antics.
“Fine you little brat, I will marry you and not even death will do us apart,” he whispering the last part and grinding his hard on against you, causing you to moan.
He wasn’t lying, from that day on your life had changed completely. Marriage was only the first step, the second was helping Vox recruit – as you liked to call it – new members. He had let you in on all secrets, how he used his TV presence to make people fall to his charm, how he used the people to make money and what he preached he didn’t even believe but rather enjoyed how close it made him feel to a deity.
You should have left, run for the hills but you stayed and some sick and twisted part in you enjoyed to make him feel powerful. After all you had your rewards in all kinds of things you could dream of.
However, your family didn’t appreciate him as much as you did, they kept their distance though you didn’t care. All you ever needed was here with him.
It all seemed easy and perfect until one night. It was peaceful, you in the kitchen cooking and swaying to soft music while Vox was in the living room hunched over stacks of papers. The movement was growing rapidly, people all over the world joining and he pulling the strings in the back.
The peace came to an end when someone jumped through your window with a gun in hand. Screaming you held your hands up, body trembling as Vox came in running, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he threatened the intruder who pointed his gun at you.
“You took everything from me, I’m here to return the favour!” he shouted, voice muffled through his mask. Vox moved slowly, “but what will that do for you? I’m still alive, I would find you if not kill you now,” kept talking in a calm voice.
Meanwhile your heart rate was rising quickly, you were never one to pray but, in this moment, you didn’t want to die. You spaced out, nothing reached your mind, your eyes or ears and all you tried concentrating on was ignoring the gun. Vox was distracted him, a voice which would normally calm you had now no effect on you.
The masked man failed to hold his weapon steady anymore, Vox used his moment of weakness to lunge at him. Frightened by the action a gun shot was fired on accident, though it didn’t spare anyone.
Both men’s eyes widened in shock, the intruder upon actually using his gun and Vox on seeing you look at him before collapsing.
Gun falling from his hand he tried to run but stupidly enough towards you. Vox kneeled down beside you, the bullet grazed your neck and leaving an open aorta causing you to lose blood faster than you could call someone.
A loud thud could be heard, the idiot had fallen because of your blood.
“Doll, come on don’t leave me, please,” Vox wasn’t a man who begged but here he was with a broken voice and tears brimming in his eyes. He pressed his hand to your neck though it was no use, your conscious had slipped and your heart stopped bleeding. Your hand fell from Vox’s which fuelled his rage instead of sadness. In a swift motion he grabbed the gun, “I don’t miss.”
A body fell to the ground, a second shot could be heard across town and the powerful Vox sat there covered in blood.
Covering everything up was easy, expect for his emotions. Everybody felt them, not in a way of empathy but physically. He did what he had to do, though when the doors closed, he sat on his couch and drowned his feelings in alcohol.
There wasn’t a day to come without alcohol in his blood. People kept their distance, ignoring the signs for too long after all he had to play his part.
Tonight was no difference, empty glass bottles stacked around the place and some open, liquid running out. Vox being numb already, not taking in anything that was happening around him fell over the damaged cable of his TV.
Said cable got ripped out of its power socket, hitting the wet floor and causing sparks to fly. A fire ignited, spreading out fast but Vox was out cold, in a drunken coma. Only flames touching his skin made him wake up but it was too late, he couldn’t save himself anymore.
The house burned down with everything that was in it, Vox dead body was found though barley able to be identified as something human anymore.
“You mean a cult?” Valentino asked, scanning Vox as he drew his little sketch. The demon dismissed it, “you could call it a cult, but it was more of a movement,” a satisfied smile on his screen. He pulled up holograms of his life on earth, how people celebrated him.
“It was a cult,” you stated as you entered his office, a knowing expression on your face. Velvette smirked at you, always trusting you to humble him. “Doll,” he deadpanned to which you giggled, snaking your arms around his middle, “you’re undermining me,” he muttered, inching his face closer.
“Nonsense, I could never undermine you, but I wouldn’t mind being under you…,” you trailed off, looking up at him through your lashes. Your words causing him to blush, Valentino smirk already picturing you in one of his films and Velvette faked a gagging sound, “that was the worst line you could’ve thought of.”
“Do you have something for me, little shadow?” he inquired instead, sitting down and placing you on his lap. A wicked smirk graced your lips, of course you had, “mhm, the radio demon doesn’t have enough power…says he’s acting difficult, but Adam got him good,” you told him, draping your arm over his shoulder.
“Isn’t that interesting, powerful Alaster being at his weakest state…,” spirals surfaced in his eye. Finally, after all these years he could make sure Alaster payed his dues.
“Got another thing,” you beamed, twirling a strand of hair. Vox turned his attention to you, awaiting your words, “Alaster made a deal, he isn’t a free as he acts.”
A maniac laugh sounded through the office, “he’s fucked!”
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