breaking from your long term contract with alastor, you stumble to the interest of Vox who wants to use you for your knowledge on the radio demons disappearance. Of course your word isn't free. He provides you a living and a job with Valentino. As you grow to be hells hottest demon, will information be the only thing Vox wants you for? friends with benefits to ??? WE WILL HAVE SMUT LETS GOOOO‼️ - note: i write this story for my PERSONAL fixation for vox so i might not cater to others (as y/n) while writing this ! Update: I fear I might not be finishing this story, if I continue to get updates from it/the new season comes out, ill give it some love but so far I have no intention in writing more, unless I get bored on a random tuesday who knows

Hell is full of darkness and negativity-drugs, sex, crime, alcohol and such are all a common theme. But what about the light and positivity? Y/N is a pure virgin in hell. She doesn't care for drugs and alcohol, she doesn't care to have sex and she doesn't care to party. Well, that's until she's dragged to a night club that's owned by a certain overlord. READ DISCLAIMER BEFORE READING

You are a musician who died due to being killed by your crazy ex boyfriend and was sent down to hell. You meet Vox who hears you sing and offers to make you more famous than you already are. You form a contract. "I'll make you a star!" MATURE SCENES AND SLIGHT TRIGGER TOPICS. PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. THERE WILL BE ANGST MUAHAHAHHA I DONT OWN THESE CHARACTERS

𓂃⋆꙳☁︎ "SIGNAL OF SIN" ☁︎꙳⋆𓂃 You thought breaking up with him would free you. But Vox doesn't accept rejection. You left because his jealousy, possessiveness, and twisted way of showing love became too hard to tolerate. You wanted peace, he wanted control. When Vox wants something, he'll destroy everything to get it back. Now he's everywhere, in your screens, your thoughts, your dreams. His voice lingers like static, whispering promises you promised yourself you'd never believe again. This isn't love anymore, it's obsession. And he won't let you go. (This story contains mature themes and is intended for 18+ readers.)

Y/n was a really famous designer when she was alive. Everyone from her time would proudly wear her brand. When she arrived in hell, she couldn't handle being a nobody, she made her way up to the top making connections everywhere around hell. Making friends, clients and even enemies. That didn't escape the eyes of a certain tv head. Taking a interest in her, that quickly directed into something... more.

Plot description: Y/n a new overlord, She's already became one of the strongest overlords only being here for 8 months. Her rise in power has caught the attention of the vee's. Well More of Vox's attention. He sees you as threat since you are in business with his one and only rival, Alastor the radio demon. You help Alastor with promoting and advertising his show. Y/n has her own business where she invents stuff and promotes her business on Alastors show. Vox wants her on his team, and he's willing to do ANYTHING to have y/n. (This is an AU. Non of this is related to the original plot of the show. There's no hotel, and the only character from the main cast minus Alastor is Angel since Val owns his soul. In this story radio is just as popular as tv.) WRITTEN IN 3RD PERSON OMNISCIENT VIEW , THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE TOPICS, AND A LOT OF CUSSING. RATED R SCENES I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY EXPECT ONE

I made a Vox x Reader fanfic where the female reader is his assistant. And you both fall in love along the way.(May contain suggestive language)

{-/This story contains Smut, SA,Degradation,-\}

You work as his security guard, but he doesn't like you very much. Maybe you'll have to change that... I do not own any of the characters mentioned except my own, they are all apart of the A-24 show Hazbin Hotel, and the characters and world is owned by Vivienne Medrano.

First story, please bear with me 😭 A sudden overlord shows up at the hotel, and.. falls in love? How cliche could that be? The hotel disapproves, but Vox needs you. Or does he?