#vox hypno

Vox had had his eye on you for a while. You had worked at the Vee Tower, not even under him. You worked for Velvette, and oh, how obedient you were. Not just to her, either! To him and Valentino as well. So understanding, so eager to please… it killed him. Vox was obsessed. He inquired to Velvette more about you, what you liked and how you acted. He needed anything to fuel his trifling, intricate infatuation with you. It earned him a prompt “fuck you”, and off he was.

Of course you had liked him. But, who even were you? Some lowly sinner in Hell, working layers under him; that’s who you were. And you couldn’t lose this job, damnit, you needed this. Did he even know your name? He didn’t show it well. That was, until Vox started coming to Vel’s side of the tower during breaks. You would’ve never even guessed how delicately fond he was of you, he hid it so very well. Slowly, he wriggled and writhed his way into your spaces, your work, you. You both became a normal part of each other’s routine. Yet, you still showed no sign of falling for his charms.

God, why? You should be. Was it because he was above you? That had to be it, surely he wasn’t failing… no, that couldn’t be it. What kind of bitchy, bottom-of-the-barrel sinner wouldn’t fall for a dashing overlord like Vox as soon as he showed them an ounce of attention. You had to love him. And he would make sure of it, whether he had to make you or not.

One day, with Velvette and Valentino busy at their crafts, Vox waltzed his way into your wing. Smirking down at your quivering stature, he slowly leaned down to your level, going to the right of your head. “My office, right after your shift.” And then he was gone. You gulped. Hard. Oh, Lord—what could you have done? You finished your work for the day, waiting a few extra minutes to soothe your nerves before hiking up the stairs to VoxTek.

“Hello, Vox,” you murmured as you tentatively open the door to his personal office, peeking in. “Ah! [Name]! Come in.” His voice dropped, and you did as he commanded. Standing in front of his desk, nervously clasping your bag, Vox grinned up at you from his seat. “Walk around my desk.” And you did as he said, too. He chuckled lowly under his breath, taking your face into his claws as you stared down at him. “So obedient already… it’s almost as if I don’t have to do this.” Vox’s eyes began to swirl, a pattern of red and black. Your mouth dropped open, eyes falling wide as your bag haphazardly flies to the floor below you. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he coos at you, tapping your chin with his index finger as they keep swirling.

Once he had thoroughly hypnotized you, he started commands. “Sit on my desk, hm?” You do as he says, scrambling to sit down on it. “I need you to be honest with me, princess. Can you do that?” You eagerly nod, big buggy, glassy eyes staring up at him, jaw slack and body pliant. His grin turned feral. “Good.” Vox sits back in his seat, you watching him intently and contently. “I’ve had a hunch since you came here… do you like me?” He watches you hunch, cheeks burning a stark red as you nod. “Yes, sir..” you mumble out, nodding faster as you stare further into his eyes. “That’s what I thought. Just too shy to admit it, hmm?” The spirals swirl faster in his growing excitement, a toothy grin feeding onto his screen as you sigh dreamily, in a haze. “Yeesss… shy…” you breathe out, fumbling with your fingers, never breaking eye contact. “Good girl…” he says, petting the side of your head, which you lean into.

“Do you want to kiss me?” He asks, eyes swirling as he leans closer. You suck a breath in, nodding reverently, babbling incoherently before he lifts a claw to your lips, silencing you. “Hands behind your back. You will let me touch.” You stare, nodding slowly as you let your hands join behind you. You stare up, craning your neck as he speaks again: “Kiss me.” And you were on it. Leaning up to capture his lips, hungrily kissing him. What you didn’t expect was him to return it, 10 times over. Vox was grabbing your waist, pulling you towards him while sticking his long, iridescent tongue into your mouth. You put up no fight; he entered quickly. His hands were roaming you, hastily palming your chest with no restraint. You just took it, sitting and obediently kissing him back. As you released, a long trail of spit connected you and Vox’s lips.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty.” And now, you had to stifle a whine as you stare into his swirling eyes, slowly spreading your legs from each other, out as far as the desk would allow you. “Yes, V-Vox…” you slur, a dreamy smile grazing your lips as you look up. “Oh, she likes that?” He remarks, grabbing your chin. You nod, giggling into his embrace. Vox smirks; he knows his hypnosis will often make people giggly, dazed and dreamy. “I want you to pull your panties aside,” he starts, tapping where your clit should be below your skirt, “and I want you to use your fingers. Touch yourself. Show me how you do it when you think of me.” He taps your nose, watching your eyes cross as he does so. “You do, don’t you?” “All the time—” He smiles. He knows. He always does. “Okay. Go on.”

He feels what he made others feel, that dread and horror, his attention caught, then the world fading out. He can’t recall what made that faint echo of panic, he’s just sinking.

After all, he knows better than anyone that resisting this is futile.

Bonus if Alastor prompted this somehow.