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FULLY FINISHED VERION OF "SILLY THOUGHT"!!!
I'm so tired help pls tell me if I spelled anything wrong😭
CW: oral, cunnilings, slightly dubious consent(?), work stuff, sharp claws
Idk if anything is triggering pls tell me I’ll add it to the CW!!
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You put down the hairbrush on the marble countertop as you look yourself over in the mirror. You were in a fancy dressing room, getting ready for a special appearance on the 666 news!!
You had gotten accepted into the apprentice program for filming the 666 news a while ago, when the letter came in the mail you were ecstatic, immediately packing up your belongings as instructed in the letter. According to it, you would be granted a free room in what was called ‘The Vee tower’.
But, that was all in the past. Now, you had worked your way up to be chosen to explain todays weather. It may not seem like a lot to the normal sinner, but to you it was exhilarating being able to do something important for once.
You applied a generous amount of lipstick before taking a step back to fix any outfit imperfections. You decided to wear just the regular uniform, a short skirt and a form-fitting blouse, ordered by Vox of course.
You nod to yourself confidently in the mirror before opening the door and walking out. You turn the golden colored door knob and are greeted with the hallway leading to the news room. It was bustling with soulless sinners working for the various overlords that stayed in the large tower. You squeezed your way through the crowd, barely making it out to the room.
You take a long sigh as you slouch a bit, immediately perking up to look around at the room and partly trying not to show weakness.
It was a room with a greenscreen backdrop, a counter, a teleprompter, etc just like any generic news station on earth.
You look around to see no Katie KillJoy or Tom Trench around, only empty seats and bystanders.
“Where’s Katie and Tom?” You ask no one in particular hoping for someone to answer.
“Called in sick last minute, thats why we need you for the weather.” A demon leaning on the teleprompter mumbled scrolling through their phone seemingly annoyed by your presence.
You grumble taking your seat behind the news counter, rolling your eyes. If the others wanted to have attitude, you had no problem dishing it back out.
You look up and a timer is splayed across a different teleprompter above on the ceiling reading ‘3 MINUTES’. You guessed that meant the cameras would start rolling in 3 minutes.
You rest your chin in one of your hands as you stare at nothing, beginning to daydream about making it big and becoming the next Katie Killjoy.
You’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts as sharp pricks are felt on the tops of your thighs. You want to gasp, but hold it in as you lean back to look under the desk.
A glowing teal screen looked back at you, with a sharp toothy grin. Vox. Your employer that you had come to have a more than co-workerly relationship with.
On multiple occasions you’d be the main target to take out his pent up stress on, finding yourself pushed up against an aquarium wall or even dangled off of the V towers balcony as your holes where ravaged. But I mean it wasn’t like you didn’t get off to the rough treatment too.
His red eyes bore into yours as you made eye contact, he was on his knees under the desk looking at you hungrily.
You wanted to crawl into a hole and die at this point, you couldn’t say anything to him or even make him get out because of all the people there, so you had to deal with it. Not that you didn’t think it was kinda hot…
You snap yourself back to reality as you look up to see ‘1 MINUTE’ on the ceilings timer instead of 3. Shit. You looked to the desk and scrambled around until you found a drawer under the desk, but Vox was already rummaging through it and handed a stack of papers to you with a devious smirk.
You take the papers and his claws lightly graze your finger tips as you pull away, sending a shiver down your spine.
You straighten up as you read over the script, flipping through pages to get the most important bits before a loud voice was heard shouting throughout the studio.
“ALRIGHT WE ARE GOING LIVE IN 10, GET FUCKIN READY!” The demon screeches at the crew and they all scurry around the studio like rats trying to ready everything as instructed by their superiors.
The camera ticked a couple times before it flashed and began recording live. You shuffled around your papers a moment before returning the camera with a professional smile.
Vox vibrated under the desk, seemingly chuckling at your attempt to seem ‘professional’ for the audience. His eyes lidded as he caressed the insides of your thighs the sharpness making white marks, but not enough to cut. He pushed up your skirt before forcefully opening your legs to gawk at his prize, the thin pink fabric of your panties the only thing keeping him away from you.
“Hello and good morning pentagram city! A lovely Sunny day is on the horizon, a rare and odd phenomena for hell, hear it more professionally from our scientists at VoxTech!” The camera pans over for a moment giving you time to catch your breath. You don’t dare to look down as you mumble softly, almost inaudibly.
“Voxx…”
His audio receptors heightened to listen to your voice a jolt of electricity is felt course through him as his hand twitches, his claw lightly sinking into your soft flesh making you instinctively pull away with a quiet wince.
The camera is quickly panned back over to you, a quiet riipp of your panties is unheard by the cameras as you begin to explain the weather throughout the weeks
Vox had sliced them right down the middle, normally this would make you gasp and angrily tell him not to do that. But this time, you were powerless. He could do whatever he wanted to you under this desk and no one would be the wiser. But The thought if getting caught only spurred him on, soon noticing his throbbing erection threatening to break the fibers holding his pants together. But that could wait.
He let his tongue loll out, a thick glowing teal appendage, almost tentacle like in shape having a ‘sharp’ rounded off tip. A soft blue light was cast over your torso, it barley being picked up by the camera, but still noticeable if you were seeking it out. You hoped no one was.
He made a long lick on the in inside of your left thigh, the surprise of warmness made you crinkle the paper you held in your hands slightly. Your mind was starting to get foggy, your brain going on autopilot for the time being, reading from the script.
His sharp teeth grazed your sensitive inner thigh where he licked, making your legs try to shut themselves instinctually. He forcefully held your legs open, a strong almost painful grip.
You set your papers aside, opting to hold the cup of coffee on the table with a death grip instead. It was Vox’s, the words reading ‘Fuck Alastor’, just another way to sneak propaganda about the old timey prick into any outlet he could.
But no thought could pass your mind without being interrupted by soft licks and bites from the man himself.
Your core throbbed and pulsed in need, he would call you a slut, or maybe a good little slut if he was feeling nice, but he had to restrain himself as he took the slight bucking of your hips into account as he ghosted over your exposed cunt.
You continually talk about the weather, another camera panning moment to see another news reporter with a green-screen point out all the major areas being hit by heat waves in hell this coming week.
Vox took this time to tease your lips, short quick licks, neglecting the spot you wanted him most. You wanted to whine, to tell him to just fuck you already, but you were helplessly under his control in the moment and he reveled in it.
He suddenly without warning plunged into your heat, his long tongue reached all the way to your cervix. He mapped out your insides, carefully lapping at your walls to try and elicit a reaction.
Your fingers twitched around the mug as your posture shifted to arch your back, you mind was clouded with pleasure as he found the spot that would usually make you squirm.
The camera was moved back to you with a short goodbye from the other reporter, your smile began to falter slightly as you spoke.
“Thank you, Jane! And now for tonight’s TV scheduling-“ you looked down at the papers with a twitching eye, beginning to list of the programs airing tonight.
Vox’s rhythm never faltered, each thrust made your vision cloud, forcing you to swat it away as you tried to focus listing off the names.
He could tell you were close, you cunt squeezed his tongue like a vise your clit throbbing for attention. He curled his tongue upwards and began to rub a knuckle against the under-stimulated bud.
The suddenness made your voice falter into a slight stutter, but you quickly snapped out of it as your hips began to grind into him subconsciously.
Your end was close, you could almost taste it as the broadcast was coming to a close itself. Only 2 more shows to list off.
Vox put his all into pleasing you at that moment, absolutely pounding and abusing your sweet spot as he rubbed your clit in unison.
Your vision almost went pure white as you read off the final name, back arching impossibly as you let out a little sigh, your orgasm hitting you like a truck.
But the thing is, he didn’t stop. You legs wanted to snap shut around his tv screen head but the death grip on your thighs made that hard.
You picked up the last piece of paper to wrap up the report, the goodbye. It was fairly long, taking up 3 minutes of air time.
But he did have some mercy, letting go of one of your legs as hold out a hand up to you. You quickly slide you hand down to lace it with his, squeezing it hard. The overstimulation forced you into an another, smaller orgasm as you tried your hardest not to make any embarrassing sounds.
You wave the camera goodbye with your free hand, the director shutting it off with a click.
“AAND THATS A WRAP PEOPLE BACK TO WORK!!” The overseer boomed as he clapped, making you flinch. Vox carefully retracted his tongue back into his mouth, your taste still coated his mouth as he hummed satisfied with himself.
You began to tremble slightly as you panted softly, pushing your chair out to look down at him.
His eyes were lidded and his gaze loving as he pressed a gentle kiss on both of your knees.
“Thank you my little spark, I needed that~”
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