Requested by: X3NTHER4T__
(The RadioApple request from someone else is put on hold because I'm unsure how to write that ship and need to feed fanfics about it so I know the dynamic. Sorry!!)
Type: Angst ✨
Warnings: Swearing (duh), violence (and sexual violence technically) , slurs, self-loathing ig, and too many headcanons so do not take any of this info as any canon facts!!

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Vox had always been stressed.
And that was an understatement.
Working as a news reporter, businessman, and whatever else was always draining him every single day. It was so exhausting.
But today he had canceled everything, he took a desperately needed day-off. He was chilling in his large living room on the long dark blue sofa. Vox´s pet shark, Vark, curled up next to him and had  its head resting on his lap. (Vark needs to be canon bro, he's so cute!!!)
The big screen in front of them turned on suddenly as Vox turned on with just a flair of his eye thing (we love the eye thing), and it began playing some shark cartoons.

Ah.

This was the dream life that Vox had always begged for when overwhelmed in contracts or when he went into any mental issue. Being neurodivergent had taken a toll on him, and he was always reminded of this mental curse of his (there's no shame in being neurodivergent, I just wrote this part because how Vox views his disorder (which is a headcanon of mine btw!!)) by his friends. More like bitches he has to deal with every fucking day to the point where he wants to di-
Woah. Let's just take a deep breath and focus on the shark cartoons on the screen in front of you.

And Vox quickly relaxed as his shoulders relaxed and his eyes lost their glossy look and turned back to normal. He hadn't really taken notice of how just being in his thoughts could trigger him so badly– he had to get that checked out by his personal therapist or something because this was a dangerous fact about him. All of his empire could fall apart because of just some thoughts not even worth his time, especially with his current status in the Pride Ring of Hell.
Vox's one moment of freetime and freedom from the hellhole that was his life was ruined when he heard familiar heels and the creek of his penthouse door.

Valentino.

The moth pimp had always unsettled Vox and the slut always bugged him, how ironic.
But that didn't stop him.

"Hey, Voxxy~"
Valentino cooed.
"Takin’ a break, hm?"

"Fuck off, Val."
Vox demanded, not wanting to handle Valentino's shit today.

"Oh calm down, papito*, I won't linger around long…"
And there was a pause in his words.
"Unless…you want me to~"

Vox rolled his eyes, he was not in the mood for sex, especially not in front of precious Vark!
Valentino then sat down next to him, having a very revealing outfit on that even Vark tilted his head at Val in ponder. Vox felt the long black fingers of Val crawl up his thigh which made him scoot his legs up and have his knees up to his chest. His shark hoodie provided the comfort as like a person would be comforting him right now. But no one was there besides Vox, Vark, and Valentino. Well, Vark was his emotional support animal so that counted– maybe? Vox wasn't sure. But what he was sure of was the hand under his shorts that tugged on his under garment.

"Val. Stop."
But the hand went closer toward his crotch.
¨I SAID FUCKING STOP!!"

Valentino raised a brow and looked at him like a manic sort of,
"Vox, isn't this what you want?"

And then Vox was hit across his screen that shattered and began glitching, only his eye that contained no power had survived the attack. His mouth also survived, luckily. Vark stood up and was about to attack Valentino back, but Vox held up his hand at it to signal Vark to stop. Vark hesitated, but followed his owner´s instructions and backed away.

"When I offer sex, I expect you to accept. So, what do you say when I hint at fucking?"
Fuck, Vox was being treated like Angel.

"Please, Valentino."
Vox said in almost a sob.

"Glad we could settle that…~"
Val cooed into Vox´s side part of his screen.
"But I gotta get goin', I needa go to a party at Consent´s. Cya, Voxxy~"

Vox let out his longly held back tears as he heard the door close, but the liquid caused more damage than relief. The water had gotten into his system as it was exposed from the assault and seeped in. Vox screamed in agony and Vark quicky got to his side, comforting its owner by its presence. Vox calmed down and took heavy breaths as he called Peppermint with his phone and not with his screen as it wasn´t in a good condiction currently. The assistant quickly came to his aid and fixed Vox right up.

Vox booted up to find himself in his bed.
There, he also spotted Vark sleeping next to his legs and Vox couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight. The TV overlord let out a saddened sigh escape his mouth, looking out the window near him as he recollected his day-off.
Just another fucking day with Val.
Fuck his life.

Ayeee, hope you enjoyed that!!
I know this is pretty short, but this was all I could think of and there might be werid wording and stuff since I originally wrote this on my school laptop (yes I also write requests during school so I can get them out quicker)
Anyway did you get the reference at the end?? :3

*Daddy

Happy Reading!
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