Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Chapter 35: Accidental Confession Time

(A/N, thought I'd spare you a chapter of a night of naughtiness with the TV demon, but you're not safe. I will strike again, cause this TV, he is hot. >:D )

As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, I found myself nestled against Vox's chest, his warm gaze fixed upon me with a tender intensity. With a playful grin, I quipped, "Enjoying the view, huh? Couldn't resist watching me sleep?". He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my arm. "More like watching you drool all over me" he teased, his tone laced with affection. "You're lucky you're cute even when you're drooling". I playfully swat at him, feigning offense. "Hey, watch it mister! I can't help it if I'm a messy sleeper". He laughs softly, the sound reverberating through his chest beneath me. "I wouldn't have it any other way", he murmurs, his fingers tracing gentle circles on my back.

Turning to Vox, I express my mixed feelings about the impending return to work. "Can you believe it's already my last day off? Back to the grind tomorrow with Valentino" I remark, a hint of resignation lacing my words. He nods in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "Time flies when you're having fun, huh? But hey, at least you've got one more day to enjoy before diving back into the chaos" he says reassuringly, reaching out to gently squeeze my hand. I offer him a grateful smile, grateful for his support. "You're right. I should make the most of it while I can" I reply, determination flickering in my eyes.

"Come on, let's get up then", I say while jumping out of bed. Vox grumbles at me, muttering something about staying in bed, I tried poking him, but had no avail. As he remains stubbornly anchored to the bed, I resort to more drastic measures to rouse him from his slumber. With a mischievous grin, I launch into action, pouncing back onto the bed and unleashing a barrage of tickles upon his sides. "Hey, none of that!" he protests between fits of laughter, squirming under my relentless assault. Despite his best efforts to resist, he finds himself powerless against the onslaught of ticklish torment. Laughing along with him, I continue my playful assault until he finally relents, surrendering to my persistence. "Alright, alright, I surrender!" he concedes, his resistance crumbling as he begrudgingly begins to stir. With a triumphant grin, I seize the opportunity to pull him up from the bed, his protests drowned out by our shared laughter. "Come on, sleepyhead! Time to seize the day" I exclaim, the thrill of adventure propelling us forward as we prepare to embark on our day together.

As we step into the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast delights fills the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. I offer a helping hand to Vox, eager to contribute to the meal preparation. "Need any assistance?" I inquire, flashing him a hopeful smile. He glances over at me, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Hmm, tempting offer" he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "But I think I'll manage this time. Wouldn't want you to steal the spotlight in the kitchen, now would we?". I chuckle at his response, rolling my eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, come on" I tease, nudging him playfully with my elbow. "I promise not to outshine you too much. Besides, two cooks are better than one, right?". He considers my offer for a moment before shaking his head with a smirk. "Nice try, but I'd rather not risk burning down the kitchen" he quips, gesturing toward the stove where a skillet sizzles with bacon. "I'll handle the cooking. You can be on standby for taste-testing duty". I playfully pout, feigning disappointment. "Well, if you insist" I reply with a playful wink. "But don't be surprised if I end up stealing all the best bits when you're not looking".

With a chuckle, Vox continues to work his culinary magic, expertly flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon on the stove. Meanwhile, I keep myself entertained by engaging in a lively game of fetch with Vark, tossing his favorite squeaky toy across the room and reveling in his excited antics. As Vox's delicious creations gradually take shape, filling the kitchen with the tantalizing scent of breakfast, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. There's something comforting about these simple moments spent together, immersed in the warmth of companionship and shared laughter. Before long, Vox announces that breakfast is ready, setting a heaping plate of pancakes and crispy bacon on the table with a flourish. I eagerly take a seat, my mouth watering in anticipation of the feast before me. With a satisfied grin, Vox joins me at the table, pouring us each a steaming cup of coffee. As we dig into the delicious spread before us, exchanging playful banter and lighthearted jokes, I can't help but feel grateful for moments like these – moments of warmth, laughter, and shared joy in each other's company.