Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Chapter 33: Punishment Time

Before Velvette's arrival, I quickly shoot her a text, requesting the supplies I'll need for Vox's 'punishment'. Moments later, she arrives and drops off the bag with a knowing smile.  As Vox eyes the bag with growing curiosity, I intercept it before he can peek inside. "Patience, darling" I tease, wagging a finger playfully. "You'll just have to wait and see what's in store for you". His expression morphs into a mixture of excitement and nervousness, adding an extra layer of anticipation to the evening ahead. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I guide Vox to the bedroom, urging him to take a seat on the edge of the bed. His expression is a mix of apprehension and curiosity as I pull out the bag of supplies.  As I reveal the assortment of nail polish bottles and clothing, Vox's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his mouth forming a small 'O' of disbelief. "I'm dressing you up", I announce with a playful grin, relishing in his stunned reaction. "Since I've landed in hell, I haven't had the chance to doll anyone up yet".

His response is immediate, a mixture of disbelief and amusement evident in his voice as he exclaims, "Are you fucking kidding me?". Despite his amusement, Vox seems reluctant to participate, suggesting that I doll up Velvette instead. I playfully shake my head, offering a teasing grin. "My nail-painting skills are not up to par, and Velvette would definitely judge me", I retort, feigning a wounded expression. "And besides, you lost the bet fair and square, so shhhh". His protests are met with a playful grin from me as I reach for a vibrant shade of nail polish, fully intent on carrying out my plan to dress him up, whether he likes it or not. He chuckles softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he remarks, "So, this is what you had in mind when we made that bet, huh? I thought it was leading to something a bit more... intimate". I laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, Vox, you always jump to the naughty conclusions", I tease, shaking the nail polish bottle in my hand. "But don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for that later. Right now, it's all about pampering and relaxation".

As I carefully apply the purple polish to his claws, Vox grumbles under his breath, but obediently extends his hand for me to work on. I chuckle at his reluctance and start chatting away as if we were in a salon. "So, Vox, any plans for the weekend?", I ask, trying to keep the conversation light. He rolls his eyes playfully at me. "Do I really have to endure salon small talk?". I flash him a grin. "Humor me, darling. It's all part of the experience". He lets out a dramatic sigh, leaning back against the headboard. "Fine. I suppose I could humor you for a bit. No plans as of yet. Perhaps I'll indulge in some leisurely reading or catch up on some documentaries". I nod, focusing on painting each claw with precision. "Sounds relaxing. I might join you for the documentaries. I heard there's a new one about ancient demons that could be interesting". Vox quirks an eyebrow, sarcastically responding, "Ancient demons, huh? Sounds riveting". I smirk, matching his tone, "Absolutely captivating, I'm sure". Despite his initial resistance, Vox starts to relax into the moment, engaging in our light banter as I finish painting his nails.

I eagerly present Vox with his newly painted claws, a proud grin spreading across my face. "Well, what do you think?". He inspects them with a critical eye, his expression carefully neutral. "Hmm, it's... okay", he finally concedes, shrugging nonchalantly. I playfully punch his arm, feigning offense. "Just okay? I'll have you know, I'm a nail artiste!". He chuckles but doesn't seem entirely amused. "I'm sure you are", he replies dryly. Ignoring his lackluster response, I whip out my phone and snap a quick picture of his painted nails. He shoots me a reproachful glance, but I merely laugh it off. "Unclench, Vox," I tease. "It's just for Velvette. Consider it my way of saying thanks for delivering the supplies". He rolls his eyes, but a hint of amusement dances in them. "You really didn't have to send that to her!". I grin mischievously. "Oh, but i did, it's worth it just to see your reaction". With a playful wink, I send the picture off to Velvette, knowing she'll appreciate the gesture. Vox lets out a resigned sigh, but there's a fondness in his eyes as he watches me.

Vox's request to remove the nail polish hangs in the air, his tone carrying a hint of annoyance. I meet his gaze with a playful smirk, pretending to consider his demand before responding with a faux-innocent expression, "Oh, but Vox, I'm afraid that's not an option at the moment". He lets out an exasperated sigh and shoots me a pleading look. "Please tell me you're winding me up. Take it off" he implores, his tone laced with frustration. I can't help but tease him a bit, enjoying his reaction.  "Sorry, Vox, no can do" I reply with an innocent shrug, pretending to be oblivious to his discomfort. "Velvette didn't bring any remover, so you're stuck with them for now!". He groans in frustration, clearly not amused by the predicament. "Fantastic" he mutters sarcastically, shooting me a pointed look. "Just what I need". Unable to resist teasing him further, I flash him a mischievous grin. "Oh, come on, Vox, don't be such a diva" I jest, trying to lighten the mood. "You can pull off the nail polish look. It's very avant-garde".
His annoyance only seems to grow, but I can see the hint of amusement lurking beneath his irritation. "Avant-garde, huh?" he mutters, shaking his head in resignation. "I think I'll pass". With a playful chuckle, I pat his hand reassuringly.. I lean in closer, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I add, "Who knows, maybe you'll start a new trend in hell!". He rolls his eyes but can't hide the small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Let's hope not" he replies dryly, but I can tell he's starting to see the humor in the situation. With a playful wink, I pat his hand reassuringly, "Don't worry, Vox. You'll survive this fashion crisis. Besides, it's all in good fun!". As I sit back, still chuckling to myself.

I lean in closer to Vox, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I tease, "You should count yourself lucky, Vox. At least with your pixelated face, we won't be experimenting with makeup next". I wink playfully, enjoying the banter between us. He chuckles, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "Ah, yes, the perks of being a digital overlord" he quips, his tone lightening with each word. "I'll admit, it does have its advantages". I laugh along with him, feeling a sense of camaraderie in our playful exchange. "Exactly! No need to worry about smudged eyeliner or lipstick stains" I joke, nudging him playfully with my elbow. Vox nods in agreement, a playful glint in his eyes. "Indeed. Though I must admit, I do wonder how I'd look with a touch of rouge" he muses, a smirk playing on his lips. I grin at his comment, the playful banter between us warming my heart. "Perhaps we'll save that experiment for another day" I suggest with a wink, enjoying the easy rapport we share.

I grin at Vox's declaration, shaking my head in mock disappointment. "Never doing this again, huh?" I retort with a playful glint in my eye. "Well, you better start brushing up on your card playing skills then. Can't have you losing every time we play". He chuckles, a hint of amusement in his voice as he nods in agreement. "Fair point" he concedes, his lips curling into a wry smile. "I'll have to work on my strategy if I want to stand a chance against you in the future". I smirk, unable to resist teasing him further. "That's the spirit" I quip, a playful twinkle in my eye. "Who knows, maybe one day you'll even win a hand or two". With a mischievous glint in my eye, I reach for the bag next to me and rummage through its contents, searching for the next surprise. After a moment of deliberation, I triumphantly pull out a bundled up outfit.

As Vox eyes the outfit I pull from the bag, a look of apprehension crosses his face. "What's that?", he asks warily. I flash him a mischievous grin. "Oh, just something to complete the look", I reply innocently. He raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "And what look would that be?", he inquires, a note of suspicion in his voice. I hold up the garment triumphantly. "Why, it's the pièce de résistance, of course!" I declare, brandishing the item for his inspection. Vox's expression shifts from curiosity to outright refusal. "Whatever it is, I'm not wearing it", he states firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. I laugh at his defiance, unfazed by his protest. "Ah, but Vox, darling, you forget—you made the deal", I remind him with a playful smirk. He sighs in resignation, realizing he's trapped. "Fine" he concedes reluctantly. "But let's make it quick".