Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Chapter 32 : Poker

We settle into the cozy confines of the living room, the soft glow of ambient lighting casting a warm hue across the space. Vox's suggestion of a game of cards and drinks instantly piques my interest, and I eagerly nod in agreement. As we gather around the coffee table, Vox shuffles the deck with practiced ease, his movements fluid and precise. The anticipation builds as he deals out the cards, the familiar ritual setting the stage for an evening of friendly competition and laughter. With the cards in hand, we dive into a game of heads-up poker, each round accompanied by playful banter and good-natured teasing. Despite Vox's sharp intellect and strategic prowess, his luck seems to falter in the realm of the game, much to my amusement. I can't help but tease him about his less-than-stellar performance, a mischievous twinkle in my eye as I playfully rib him with each hand. "For someone with such a brilliant mind, you're surprisingly terrible at this game", I jest, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips. Vox chuckles in response, his good humor evident even in the face of defeat. "Perhaps I'm just letting you win", he counters with a wink, his playful retort drawing a laugh from both of us as we continue to enjoy the lighthearted competition.

I shoot him a playful smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in my eyes as I lean in closer, the heat of the moment sparking a playful fire between us. "Oh, come on, Vox", I tease, my tone dripping with faux innocence. "You don't have to pretend you're letting me win. It's okay to admit you're just bad at poker. No judgment here". Vox meets my gaze with a knowing smile, his own eyes alight with amusement. "Where's the fun in that?" he counters, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "And who knows, maybe I am letting you win. Keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?". I laugh, a musical sound that fills the room with warmth as I playfully nudge him with my elbow. "You're incorrigible" I chuckle, unable to hide the fondness in my voice as I revel in the easy camaraderie between us. "But I wouldn't have it any other way".

I playfully quip, "So where's the drinks, Vox? You promised poker and drinks, remember?". With a theatrical flourish, Vox rises from his seat, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, princess", he says, leaning in with a smirk, "what'll it be? Your wish is my command". I flash him a teasing grin. "Hmm, let's see... surprise me, Sir. But make it strong enough to knock me off my feet". He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Consider it done", he replies, making his way towards the bar with an exaggerated swagger. "Just be careful what you wish for. You might find yourself unable to resist me after a few sips of my special concoction".  I wag my finger playfully as he turns to face me, holding two glasses filled with a mysterious amber liquid. "Now, now" I chime in with a smirk of my own. "Your charisma does that all on its own. I don't even need the drinks". He smirks in response, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Touché, my love. But a little liquid courage never hurt anyone", he quips, pouring the drinks with practiced ease.

As the evening wears on and Vox's losses continue to mount, his frustration bubbles to the surface like a simmering cauldron. With each hand he loses, his brow furrows deeper, in and his grip on the cards tightens. I can't help but suppress a smirk as I ruffle through my own hand, feeling the rush of victory with each winning play. "Seems like Lady Luck has taken a liking to me tonight", I jest, laying down yet another winning hand. "Maybe you're just not cut out for poker, Vox". His response is swift and sharp, his tone tinged with frustration. "Are you cheating?", he accuses, his gaze narrowing in suspicion. I raise an eyebrow in mock innocence, feigning surprise at his accusation. "Oh, come on, Voxxy" I reply with a playful grin. "If you don't have the skill, just admit it. No need to accuse me of cheating". He lets out a frustrated huff, conceding defeat with a begrudging nod. "Fine, fine" he concedes, running a hand down the side of his screen. "Just you wait, I'll turn the tables on you soon".

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I propose a wager to spice up the game and add an extra layer of excitement to our poker match. "Alright, since you're so confident, your luck is going to change..." I say, leaning in closer, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. "How about we make this interesting? Winner gets to choose a little... reward". His eyebrows raise in intrigue, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "And what kind of reward are we talking about?", he asks, his tone laced with curiosity. I flash him a sly grin, knowing exactly how to up the ante. "How about the loser has to fulfill a naughty little fantasy of the winner's choosing?", I suggest, the thrill of the bet coursing through my veins. Vox's eyes sparkle with mischief as he considers the proposition, his competitive spirit igniting with renewed fervor. "You're on" he declares, extending his hand to seal the deal. "But just so you know, I don't plan on losing".

As the game progresses, tensions rise along with the stakes. Each hand dealt is met with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, as we both strategize and bluff our way through the rounds. Despite Vox's valiant efforts, luck seems to be on my side this evening. With each victorious hand, I revel in the thrill of the game, relishing in my growing lead and the prospect of claiming my prize. As the final hand unfolds, Vox's frustration mounts with each card turned. With a triumphant grin, I lay down my winning hand, sealing my victory and securing my reward. Vox grumbles good-naturedly, conceding defeat with a playful roll of his eyes. "Well played",  he concedes, his tone tinged with a hint of admiration. "I suppose it's only fair to ask... what's my punishment?". I lean in close, my breath hot against his screen as I whisper my chosen fantasy, a wicked gleam dancing in my eyes. "You'll just have to wait and see and who knows, it might be more of a reward...." I tease, before pressing a tantalizing kiss to his cheek, leaving him eagerly anticipating what's to come.

"I can't believe you're doing this" Vox protests with a mock-sullen expression, his voice laced with playful indignation. "That's unfair". His theatrical pout only serves to fuel my amusement, and I can't resist teasing him further. "Life's not always fair, Vox and you lost, remember" I reply with a teasing grin, enjoying every moment of his playful exasperation. "But don't worry, I promise to make it worth your while". As I lean in closer, his eyes meet mine with a mixture of anticipation and amusement, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the playful banter between us. Vox reclines in his seat, a sly grin playing at the corners of his lips as he considers my proposal. "Well..." he muses, his voice dripping with playful anticipation. "I think I might need a few more drinks to prepare myself for whatever mischief you have in store for me tonight". His playful remark sends a shiver down my spine, a tantalizing promise of the fun that awaits us. With a coy smile, I raise an eyebrow and reply, "Oh, I wouldn't want you to feel unprepared, wouldn't want you to miss out on any surprises".