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macabr3-barbi3 · 7 months ago

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hear me out- Vox. Reader. Gloryhole. I rest my case 💼

listen I had a fucking BLAST with this!!!

on my ao3 this is going to be it's own fic instead of going in with the other oneshot requests, I got an idea that's going to be part of a longer series so it's separate!

Big thanks to @fraugwinska for hyping me up and helping with the title! you are near and dear to my heart and my creative process 💕

Tags: Glory Hole; Blow Jobs; Past Relationship(s); Vox is a little pathetic; Reader has a contract with Val (for now)

Heart Reset 📺💙

Valentino calling him down to the studio is rarely ever a good thing- Vox usually ignores the summons when he can. It’s hardly ever anything important, usually just Val wanting to fuck or invite him to participate in some orgy or another, whining that he would be such a big draw if he would just let Val switch the camera on.

Which, duh, of course he would be. He was fucking sexy, and powerful, which was an extra level of sexy in his opinion. But he didn’t revel in the idea of the masses of Hell being able to pull his face up on their screens whenever they liked- he wanted that ability to stay in his hands, thank you very much, so Valentino’s offers to make him a star were always ignored.

But today Vox’s refusal was met with a threat to not release any videos for a month, and as distasteful as Valentino’s whores could be they drew in the big bucks, and Vox wasn’t willing to lose out on that profit. So he made his way to the studio and wondered what kind of clusterfuck he would be walking into today, what sort of problem he would have to fix for the moth.

When he arrives it’s not to the usual hustle and bustle, glaring lights directed at the huge, gaudy bed against one wall- instead, the lights are dimmed, Valentino draped across his chaise, no cameras anywhere that Vox can see. A personal call, then, but he really wasn’t in the mood. The news had been fucking crazy this week with the early extermination, Alastor almost dying, the usual chaos of Hell. “What do you want?” He asks, cutting to the chase, and the moth turns lazily to look at him.

“Voxxy, you made it!”

“You threatened business, Val.” He lets his hypnotic eye swirl a bit, upping the brightness of his screen to make sure he has his attention. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t do that when you were being pissy.”

“Amorcito, this isn’t about me!” He unfolds his long limbs from the chaise and strolls over, bending at the waist to hang his arms over Vox’s shoulders and get closer to his screen, trailing his tongue up the side of his casing. “You’ve been so stressed, darling- I thought you could use the latest addition to the studio to blow off some steam.”

Vox feels his lip curl. “I’m not interested in touching any of your sluts, I’ve told you this so many times-” He backs away from Val, ignores the pout that takes over the moth’s face. “I’m fucking leaving, how many times do I have to-”

Val grabs his arm and tugs him back, drips off his body like a scarf with how lanky and tall he is. “You don’t have to touch anything, papi,” he whines, “just come look at what I have for you, hmm?” He drags Vox by the wrist to a distant wall of the studio, gesturing to a hole that sits, naturally, right at dick level. When Vox turns his glare to Val he pouts. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m trying to help, amor, you’ve been so tense- I thought a nice hole would be the perfect thing for you to relax a little.” He lowers his tone, smoke falling from his lips with his words and curling sweetly around Vox’s head. “You don’t have to touch or look at the whore behind the wall, there are no cameras; you just have to stick that lovely polla of yours through the wall and let yourself be taken care of.”

Vox… isn’t not interested, he supposes, glancing at the wall. His usual objections to anything in the studio have been addressed- this is a surprisingly nice gesture, coming from Val. Offering to let Vox enjoy himself without pushing the idea of a camera on him, without having to worry about their pleasure like he did with the moth. “What are you getting out of it?”

Val smiles, the gesture wide, dripping as his smoke billows around them. “I’ll be over there,” he says, gesturing to the chaise across the room. “I’m content to watch and listen, amorcito, and let you have what you need. Our little friend behind the wall knows not to do anything that would disappoint me, isn’t that right?”

Vox raises his eyebrows when he hears two little knocks against the surface on the other side of the wall. “Trade secret,” Val chuckles, “two knocks for ‘yes’ or ‘keep going.’ One for ‘no’ or ‘stop.’ She’s agreed to help me out with this little favor since her shoot on set B got fucked by a busted up bed, so she knows what she’s doing with the knocks. Keep that in mind while you have your fun!” He saunters away, lays across the chaise again and pulls out his phone while he waits for Vox to get to it.

He looks down at the hole, not nervous but maybe a little hesitant to just shove his dick through the wall for one of Val’s people. “Hey there,” he says, chuckling nervously as he asks, “you come here often?”

There’s an almost amused silence before you knock twice on the wall, and he finds himself smiling while he undoes his belt and pulls it from the loops, discarding it behind himself. “You can talk if you want to,” he says, looking over at Val who’s entirely focused on whatever is on his phone. “I won’t tell- you don’t have to be totally silent.”

A single, immediate knock. No.

That was surprising- normally you couldn’t get one of Valentino’s actors to stop talking, so your refusal was perplexing. He wonders briefly if it’s Angel Dust on the other side before shaking his head at the thought. Val was way too possessive about Angel to not be recording if he was here, regardless of it was a favor to him or not. There had to be some reason though- would he recognize your voice if you spoke? Who could you be?

The thought of a wet, warm mouth around his prick had been enough to make his lower half interested in the proceedings, but the mystery tied to it now- who you were, why you wouldn’t let him hear you- sent him the rest of the way there. He wondered what it would take to get you to make a noise around his prick, if he would know the sound of your moans while he fucked your mouth or while you touched yourself on the other side of the wall to the thought of him using you-

Fuck, maybe he should get to the fucking point. He shifts his pants down enough to bring his cock out, a gentle stroke of his fist down the shaft before he guides it slowly into the hole in the wall. Its big enough that he can comfortably fit within its confines, and almost as soon as his hips are pressed flush there’s a hot, wet tongue curling around the head, then lips pressing to the warm skin of him in little kisses that you trail to the base of his cock and a hand gripping him. And wasn’t that just lovely?

But you were quiet- you drew him into your mouth and sucked without even a whimper, and that just wouldn’t do. “Can you take more?” He asks softly, and he sees Valentino’s head whip in his direction in time with the soft double knock.

Vox grabs the helpful little handle attached to the wall for leverage before he shoves his hips forward, and he’s rewarded with the sweetest little whine when he brushes the back of your throat. In an effort to keep yourself from making any noise your throat constricts around his tip, and he moans low, feeling the wood of the wall vibrate from it. He wishes he could see through the damned thing- see if your eyes were clenched shut to hold yourself back or if they were wide open and glazed, teary in your need. If your hands were dipping in between your legs to take the edge off of your arousal, if you were aroused knowing who he was when he had no clue who you were.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmurs, trying to goad you into responding, and he doesn’t miss how Val sits up a little straighter on the chaise across the room- they weren’t really together right now, but that didn’t mean that he wanted Vox having too good of a time without him, clearly. “Let that pretty voice out- I wanna hear you moan on my cock, doll, can you do that?”

Val had you trained well, he would give the moth that much credit; you moan low in your throat and the vibration ripples deliciously along the length of him. Even with the sound sending electric bolts of pleasure through his body, he thinks he recognizes it. Some faint whisper in his memory processors tells him that he’s heard that sound before. He needs something else, some other way to get you vocal.

He looks down at the hole in the wall- he thinks if he could get it just a bit wider he might be able to get a hand through it, pull on your hair a little bit. He releases the handle on one side to slip his fingers through the hole, relishing in your hum of surprise and sharp intake of breath through your nose when you see his claws come through. “If I can get this open more,” he says lowly, glad for once for Val’s shitty eyesight so he can’t watch him prepare to potentially destroy part of his set, “can I touch you?” Two hesitant knocks on the wood, but that’s not good enough for him anymore. “I need a verbal confirmation on this, no porn shit.”

Hesitation. Vox worries that he’s ruined it somehow before he hears your voice, low and raspy on the other side.

“Yeah, okay.”

And fuck, he knew it! He did know that voice- something he had suppressed forever, from when he was new to Hell, still a fucking nobody. You had watched him fall, helped replace parts of his screen when he had hit the ground and was still processing the fact that he even had a screen to replace. You had watched over him for weeks, the pseudo-relationship taking a headfirst dive into the sexual before you had just fucking vanished on him a couple months in, leaving him to fend for himself again after taking care of him, making him need you.

It had been fucking decades but Vox remembered. What you looked and sounded like bouncing on his cock in your shitty apartment, fingers rubbing frantically at your clit while your other hand dug claws into the skin of his abdomen. The tilt of your eyebrow when you got pissy with him about something. The way that your lower lip trembled with your stuttering whines when you approached orgasm, or when you cried for him, over the cuts and scars that littered his body when you first brought him home and cleaned him up. Now that he was allowing himself to remember the memories flood back, and if he closes his eyes he can almost picture you on your knees before him the way you had been, lips stretched around the girth of his cock, eyes teary and wanting and ready for him to sink into you at a moment’s notice.

The wood creaks under his fingers, threatens to crack in his grip, and he hears the curious sound you make before he feels it.

Val is going to be pissed if Vox breaks this wall, he knows that much. He also probably won’t react well to him just popping around the back of it to see you, to fuck you if you would allow him that. A glance back to the moth confirms that Val has gone back to looking at his phone, and Vox figures that he can take his chances. He strengthens his grasp on the wood of the wall- “lean back a second, doll,” he warns you, and only temporarily laments the loss of your hot mouth around his prick before he leans out of the hole himself- and yanks, the cheap wood splintering under his hands, showering down on the floor on either side and opening a space wide enough that he can fit at least one of his arms through it. That’s all he needs.

“¡Qué coño! What the fuck was that?” Val stands from his chaise, phone going into his pocket as he prepares to stomp over to Vox, eyes angry.

Vox turns his hypnotic eye on the moth. “I think that was the bed on set B again,” he says loud enough for him to hear, and he watches Val stop, transfixed. “You should go check it out- you’re the boss, after all.”

Val’s feet stutter against the floor. “I- you’re right! I should go check it out- you keep la puta occupied Voxxy, I’ll be back.” He wanders off, muttering in Spanish as he goes, and no sooner has he turned the corner than Vox is sticking his arm through the widened hole that he’s created, finding your head closer than he thought and twisting his fingers into your hair.

His thumb brushes against one of your ears that rests atop your head, soft and fluffy just like he remembers and his stomach drops, his want intensifying suddenly, sharply. Other hand wrapped around his cock he guides it back into the hole, using his new grip on your head to pull you closer, take him further down your throat. “Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he mutters, and your responding whine is fucking delicious. “So fucking hot and wet- some things never change, huh?”

You stiffen slightly under his hand and he shifts his grip, pinches your cheeks where they’re hollowed from his length keeping your mouth open. He lets his thumb trail across your cheekbones, and you exhale through your nose at the sensation, a tremor in your body now. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize your voice, princess? Those sweet little sounds that you let out when you’re stuffed with my cock? What are you doing here?” He asks, unable to keep the desperate curiosity out of his voice, or to keep his hips from still lazily thrusting into your mouth. Not great for a conversation or answers that he did actually want but fuck had he missed this. He hadn’t let himself even think about you for decades but you had been his first for nearly everything in Hell and then you left him like he was nothing- he thinks he’s entitled to being just a little mean, a little selfish.

“Come on, darling, don’t hold out on me now.” He bucks forward, feels you constrict around his tip again and groans low in his throat. “Show me that you missed me, too.” He forces himself to hold his hips still and let you come to him- you huff out through your nose and suck hard almost defiantly, bringing a hand up to grip his base where you can’t reach with your mouth. You pull off and place kisses down his shaft once more, the whimpers you emit sending sweet shocks of pleasure through his nervous system. He lets his hands tangle back in your hair, not guiding, simply holding on while you kiss and lick and take care of him, his orgasm fast approaching with your attention. “Gonna make me cum, baby, you want it?”

Vox scratches behind your ear as he asks, and the whine you let out is low, pathetic, fucking sexy. “Say the word and it’s yours. All of it, sweetheart, I’ll give you anything you ask. Fuck, I missed you.” There’s the faintest tinge of shame at admitting it- admitting that he didn’t have something he had wanted for so long, that he had had to scrub you from his processors to exist without you. “Did you miss me? You want me to cum in your mouth, claim you again like old times? Tell me.” He pulls you forward and you choke a bit, gag reflex hitting hard and moaning when he pulls you off enough that you can answer him.

“Fuck, Vox, yes,” you whisper, barely audible but its enough. He doesn’t even care, really, which question you’re answering as he guides himself back into your open mouth, hips stuttering once, twice, and losing himself in the slick grip of your throat. His release is met with a soft cry around his cock before he’s coming, spilling into your mouth like so many dreams and memories of the past that he had tried to erase. It’s almost painfully good, his muscles tensing and his fingers clenching hard in your hair while you take him in, swallow him down like the good girl you had always fucking been for him.

You clean him up, lick the remnants of his orgasm from him so sweetly before he pulls himself back through the hole and drops to his knees, pulling your head forward so your mouth is where it was before. He can’t kiss you like this, not really, but he tries his fucking best, licking into your mouth as well as he’s able to and trembling with the effort of not completely destroying the wall to get to you properly. You moan into his mouth and he’s desperate, suddenly, to get you off, too. “How do I get in there?” He asks, pulling away, and he’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips, open and panting when he looks down. “I need to see you, doll, it’s been too fucking long and I- please, tell me how to get in there to you.” He hates that he’s basically begging you but pride be damned; he had already lost you once.

You’re quiet for a moment, and Vox watches your mouth move when you answer. “H-head towards studio B,” you say quietly, “there’s a red door to the right in the hallway. I’ll… I’ll wait for you.” Your mouth pulls away from the hole and Vox is fucking out of there, zipping into the powerline of the nearest camera to find that door, to get to you.

He’s going to have to have a discussion with Valentino, he thinks, when he spots the door and brushes his clothes off before stepping inside. You couldn’t belong to two people at once, and he would let himself fall to an angel’s blade before he lost you again.

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pebblethestone · 10 months ago

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One Wrong Action ⁴

Vox x reader /Alastor's sibling

Summary - The day of the meeting with Vox could this fix your friendship or make it worse then it is already?

Masterlist

One Wrong Action Masterlist

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Words - 1391

Warrings - swearing, cannibalism, cigarettes and mentions of blood and cannibalism

A/n - so of bit I would say the the reader sort of have moodswings it's just the way I've written it I guess there emotions changed very fast

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Hearing a knock at your door, letting out a grunt as you lift your cosy blanket and get up not bothering to fix how you looked, heading over to the door to see no one, but looking down you see Niffy.

“oh hello there, Niffy what brings you here today,” you say leaning down to pick Niffy up as she stares at you with her big eye, you have always adorned Niffy, she might seem a little crazy but that's what you love about her.

“Well, I have made breakfast for you, to thank you for that food you made for us,” she says as you pause for a few seconds, oh no..

“well isn't that just a treat for me? I'll be down in a minute hon” you say putting her down as you watch her skip away. Closing the door of your room. grabbing your clothes from your closet and putting them on.

Clicking your fingers together you appear at the bar, Husk letting out a hiss with some curses at your sudden appearance.

“Y/N! You really need to stop doing that!” you hear him angry say as he carries on with whatever he's doing, your lips curl up into a smile.

“Well, that's no way to treat a friend Husky,” you say as he gives you an annoyed look.

“Yeah, Yeah,” he says grumpy as he continues cleaning a glass on the bar table.

“Well, I'll see you later,” you say as you take off to the table so you can have the breakfast that Niffy had made for you. Upon entering the room you see Niffy standing proudly with the plate in her hands as you take a look at it. It looks like the best dish she has ever made

“Oh my Niffy this, looks delicious. If I say so” you say as she lifts it up for you to put on the table, doing so you take a seat lifting her onto a chair. As she watches you take a fork and knife and start to dig into the food. Taking a bit your eyes light up.

“oh Niffy this is gorgeous,” you say watching as she moves over to you giving you a grand hug.

“am glad you enjoy it” she says her voice filled with joy.

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After eating the food you headed out of the hotel to head to the meeting that you had with Vox.

You didn't like getting in cars much and you might as well use some of your power to Teleport there. Stopping in the middle of the street you take out your phone and Turn it on.

Y/n

Am heading over to your place for our meeting I'll be there in a minute

You say as you wait for a reply. Hearing shouting and screaming around the streets of hell. The second time today you click your fingers. Appearing in front of the VoxTek building. Glaring down at your photo to see if he has replied.

Stupid TV Head 📺

Yes, I do see that you are outside. Didn't expect you to turn up so late very unlike you.

Glaring at the phone, putting it away into your pocket. Pushing the doors open walking passed the main desk to he'd to the stairs you didn't really trust the elevators.

After walking up all the steps you barge into the meeting room to see Vox already sitting there with a smug face as a frown finds its way onto your face.

“well isn't it our time to have our little chit-chat for this year” he says as you glare at him taking the seat far away from him. Taking a quick glare around the room which is filled with technology.

“it seems it is, I guess we should get to business then?” you say as your papers appear in front of you as you shuffle through them finding the one you want. Pushing the paper towards him. As he picks it up his face Turns into a frown

“This is uh quite a big setback don't you think?” he questions you. You simply shake your head at him

“I think it's a perfect idea, we won't need to meet up every year and you won't need to broadcast my Reastronts on TV, now that Alastor is back,” you say suggesting.

“but the TV will bring more sinners? Not everyone listens to that stupid radio” he says glitching out a little as you sit there with your knees crossed.

“well yes that's true, and we can still talk about ideas for the future of our contract,” you say picking up another piece of paper with another idea. His eyes scanned it.

“This idea seems much better” he says putting the paper down

“And it will be boosting my company as well as yours so we both befit here,” he says taking a last glare at the paper.

“Yes, that's true but.. I would like it if we kept my restaurants more of a 1930s theme if that's possible,” you say knowing that he never writes anything down and never makes ideas, I think he only wants meetings to see you. Watching as he pulls out a folder holding paper, your eyes widen a little

“Well, I do have some ideas myself,” he says taking a piece of paper out of the folder. And moving through the technology to be next to you handing you the piece of paper. Taking a read over it frowning a little.

“This means that we meet every month not every year is that a mistake? But you've also agreed to keep my Restaurant of the theme I want for the except of two of them that would be 1950s themed but with more technology. And it says I can't broadcast it though Alastor” you say out loud thinking about it. Vix sitting next to you legs on the table a smirk clearly displayed on his face.

“Well, maybe we could use this one but make some changes?” you suggest.

“fine by me, doll,” he says as you pin your ears back at the word doll.

“Okay, then how about I broadcast it through Alastor, and we can have 3 Restaurants of your theme? And how about meeting every 5 months?” you say to him as he gives you a look.

“Well, I didn't expect this to go so well, but how about meeting up every 3 months?” he says. Your eyes twitch

“fine then, I guess we have a deal then?” you say holding out your hand everything Turns black and white and your eyes turn black. When he shakes your hand blue sparks appear. After you both let go everything goes back to normal.

“how about a dinner? For this? Can you give me a chance?” he says as you roll your eyes, you still have a soft spot for him and you hate that you still do. Think that the hotel had gotten into your head.

“fine then, tomorrow at 8?” you say as his smile widens and he looks a little surprised that you would agree.

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Once you got back to the hotel the first thing you see the Alastor, as soon as you opened the door.

“So, where have you been? You had us all quite worried” you hear him say, walking passed him to dump yourself onto the couch.

“just some overlord shit,” you say as he glares at you with the use of your words.

“My, my it seems that you in an awful foul mood since I got back,” he says your eyes meeting his.

“I just want to know why you abandoned us, seven years ago, you're different. I think you did something you shouldn't have done.“ You say as you hear the sound of static pick up around you. His smile widens as his shadows move around the both of you.

“I wouldn't want to cause a fight to happ-” Alastor says before being cut off by Charlie's happy voice.

“Y/N! There you are we thought you were just going to leave the hotel,” she says.

“of course, I wouldn't, after all, you need a cook. And I think my brother wouldn't be happy with me gone” you say with a smile to her. Seeing Alastor glare at you flashing him a little smirk.

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Part 5

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dalliesque · 10 months ago

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Pottery 🍃

📺 Date

vid by @blonde-riwoo

pairing: bf!leehan × fem!reader

genre: established relationships, fluFF, a bit silly aswell

warnings: kisses, mention of food, and leehan is sUper flirty ++ teases you a lot. (you call him both leehan and donghyun.) not proofread, made this at 3 am 😙✊️.

#yuxi babbles𓂃: I need kim leehan so bad, i can just imagine him being so flirty with his s/o. Lord please let me be that someone. 😞😔.

"don't you think we look good togheter? like-"

"leehan are you seriously hitting on me." you cut his sentence, crossing your arms, your face forming a slight frown.

"obviously? let's go on a date hmm.." leehan gave you a nonchalant shrug, he kiss the crown of your head, drapping an arm over your shoulder slyly.

"leehan i swear.. im not going on a date with you, end of discussion." nudging him slightly in the side, you gave him a look of disapproval.

"babe.. please?" leehan pouts, forced to let go his arm, he now trails you around. ignoring his pout you unlocked the door of the shared apartment, before finally responding to his whines.

"we have so much things to do donghyun, i already told you our plans this week. we can't fit a date in."

leehan whine once again following you like a lost puppy. "but- but the last time we went on a date was 2 weeks ago! how could you leave your boyfriend in a state like this."

you never thought his pout could've gotten a lot worse than before, but it definitely did. leehan looks like a duck right now, well a cute one of course.

"hyunie.. we've talked about this" you let out a sigh and made your way to the kitchen unloading your groceries, leehan not far behind. leehan bend down to your height, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on top of yours, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. ahh.. ofcourse he have to pull out the big guns and lure you in with one of all the hundreds of his specialty. touch. leehan's touch is like magic, and he definitely knows that. he isn't the type to initiate affection, but at times like this?? oh boy..

"donghyun.." there you go it's now your turn to whine, wanting him to let go.

"no we're staying like this until you allow us both to go on a date." leehan spoke sternly, his breath brushing your ear ticking it slightly.

"fine." you slightly roll your eyes, focusing on whatever had to be done in the kitchen.

"leehan."

"whaat??"

"fine we're going on a date."

"y/n you're so bad at making a vase!" leehan laughing at you, you struggling to even make a good foundation for the vase. ahh what a amazing pottery date and such wonderful day. right? ... no? okay.

"babe! stop laughing!" you pout, and whine feeling embarrassed at his teases.

"look who's whining now hmm??" leehan tease you once again, letting out a chuckle of triumph one might say.

"here i'll guide you slowly." his chuckles slowly dies down as he approaches you, grabbing a seat behind your back. leehan scoots closer, with his two arms around yours, he guides your hands and help you with your clay problems.

"what a mess, tch tch." leehan laughs softly in your ear, shaking his head at your (mess)terpiece.

"i know, i know it's not my fault for not knowing how to do pottery right?"

"hmm i guess it isn't~"

"tch, donghyun!"

"yes baby?" leehan laughs slightly louder this time, in his eyes you were so cute! your face turning red, whether it was because you were annoyed or maybe shy. it doesn't matter, in his eyes he'll do anything to keep that flushed face available for him to see. even when it means you're annoyed at him.

"stop will you." you scoff lightly, your lips unconsciously forming a pout.

"fine~ i will." leehan finally tries to refrain himself from laughing even more. though.. of course he occasionally lets out a giggle once in a while at how cute you were to him. ofcourse it's only once in a while right?

you huffed a sigh, it's been what? an hour? maybe two? you don't know how long it's been, and you're tired. leehan wasn't giving you any mercy, maybe after you unknowingly forced him to whine a whole entire day just so you could fit a date to both of your schedules? regardless you're tired, the man behind you hasn't stop teasing you for hours on end. and the 'guide' he was offering? long gone.

"i surrender."

"what?"

"i surrender okay? whatever war we got going on, i admit my defeat." you leaned back and meet his chest, closing your eyes for awhile to take a break from all the teases and also.. the failed vase, your one and only (mess)terpiece.

"psshh you're weak babe." leeha rest his head on top of yours, the scent of your hair enveloping him like a tight and warm hug.

"and you're unbelievable annoying." you scoff opening your eyes to his, already staring back at you.

"not as unbelievable as your skill at making a vase babe, i finished hours ago." leehan giggles, dipping his head allowing both lips to interwine.you pull away,

your face now all smiley, "wow leehan, upside down kiss, very unique, very romantic we love, we stan!" you dramatically sang, teasing him.

"atleast you still got your 2 minutes kiss right?"

you leaned away from him, stretching your arms slightly. "well that, that one's true."leehan chuckle, helping you clean after yourself.l

cozy blankets, dim lights, jazz music in the background. what a perfect set up to end the day. here you both are, tangled up in your bed sharing thoughts about leehan's new addition to his fish childrens. "what's should we name him?" leehan softly asked stroking your arm as he wait for a reply.

"mari and we'll name the other fish ana"

"so.. mari and ana?"

"yes, try reading it fastly..."

"mari, ana.. mari, ana.. maria..na?"

you let out a soft laugh, looking up to meet his eyes.

"mari and ana for mariana trench!" you gave him a playful wink and rolled around, wrapping your arms around his sides.

"are you serious? tch mariana trench?" leehan gave you a look of disapproval, laying like a log pretending to be upset at your suggestion.

"well, you asked.. i delivered.. you're just jealous i am thAt good at naming our baby fishes." you tickle his side slightly, forcing a reaction out of him.

"awhh! ack! f- fine! you win! tch i can't believ we're going to name them mariana trench"

"well technically it's mari and ana trench" you giggle, leehan joining as well.

#leehanascent #𓂃the birth of ideas #leehanascent bnd #leehan #boynextdoor #boynextdoor x reader #leehan x reader #leehan bnd #bnd x reader #bnd #fluff #kim donghyun #kim leehan #leehan boynextdoor

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can i have a montygator fashion kit with green and purple themes, preferably around the house/loungewear? also fingerless gloves would be nice too :3

also, if i can request two things in one, could i have some names too? for monty ofc ^_^ if not that’s fine and i’ll just take the fashion kit!

-montysaur

Welcome back! double requests are 100% on the table and both of your requests have been posted <3

#📺 What Can We Use?

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Okay but like walking across 🚶‍♂️ the sitting room 🐒🪑 I turn the television 📺 on 🔛 sitting beside you I look into your eyes 👁️ as the sound 🎼 of motor cars 🚗 fade in the night time 🌝 I swear I saw your face change 😲 it didn’t seem quite right 🤔 and it’s hello babe! 👋 with your guardian eyes so blue 👀 hey my baby 👶🏼 dont you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 coming closer 👬 with our eyes 👁️ a distance falls around our bodies ⬅️➡️ out in the garden 🪴 the moon 🌙 seems very bright 💡 six 6️⃣ saintly shrouded men ✝️ move across the lawn 🏡 slowly the seventh walks in front 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️ with a torch 🔦 held high in hand 🤚 and it’s hey babe! 👋👶🏼 your suppers waiting for you 🍝 hey my baby! 👋👶🏼 don’t you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 I’ve been so far from here 🌄 far from your loving arms 😘 it’s good to feel you again 🥰 it’s been a long long time ⏳⌛️… hasn’t it🤔…………………… I know 🤓 a farmer 👨‍🌾 who looks after a farm 🌾 with water clear 💧 he cares for all his harvest 🥕 I know 🤓 a fireman 👨‍🚒 who looks after the fire 🔥… cant you see he’s fooled you all 😈 yes it’s him again 🤯 can you see he’s fooled you all 😢 share his peace ☮️ sign the lease 📑 he’s a super sonic scientist 👨🏻‍🔬 he’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man 🙏 look! 👀 look into my mouth 👄 he cries 🗣️ and all the children 👧🏼 passed down many paths 🛤️ I bet my life you’ll walk inside 🚶‍♂️ hand in hand 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 gland in gland 😵‍💫 with a spoonful 🥄 of miracle 🕊️ it’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary 🙏 (we will rock you 🪨 rock you 🪨 little snake 🐍 we will keep you snug ☺️ and warm 😊…………………… wearing feelings 😁 on our faces 💁‍♂️ while our faces took a rest 😴🛌 we walked across the fields 🌾 to see the children 👦🏼 of the west 🧭 but there was a host of dark skinned warriors 🤺 standing still below the ground 👇🏻 🌎 waiting for battle! ⚔️ fights begun they’ve been released 😡 killing for for peace ☮️ bang bang bang! 💥 bang bang bang! 💥 and they’ve given me a wonderful potion 🧪 but I cannot contain my emotion 😭 and even though I’m feeling good 😌 👍 something tells me 🧐 I better activate my prayer 🙏 capsule 💊 todays the day 📆 to celebrate 🎉 the for have met their fate 🪦 the order for rejoicing 🥳 and dancing 🕺 has come from our warlord 🤴…………………… wandering through the chaos 🥾 the battle has left ⚔️ we climb up the mountain of human flesh 🗻 to a plateau of green grass 🏞️ and green trees 🌳 full of life 🕊️ a young figure 👦 sits still by a pool 🌊 he’s been stamped human bacon 🥓 by some butchery tool 🔪 he is you 🫵 social security 🧑‍⚖️ took care of this lad we watch 👀 in reverence as narcissus 😌 is turned to a flower 🌸 a flower? 🌸 …………………… if you go down ⬇️ to willow farm 🌳 to look for butterflies 🦋 flutterbyes gutter flies 🪰 open your eyes 👁️ it’s full of surprise 😲 eye one lies like a fox 🦊 on the rock 🪨 in the musical box 🎶📦 there’s mum and dad 👨‍👧👩‍👧 and good and bad 😇😈 and everyone happy to be here 😋 there’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag 👠 he used to be a British flag 🇬🇧 plastic bag 🛍️ what a drag 🙄 the frog was a prince 🫅 the prince was a brick 🧱 the brick was an egg 🍳 the egg was a bird 🦅 have you heard 👂 yes! We’re happy as fish 🐟 and gorgeous and geese 🦢 and wonderful clean in the morning 🧼 we’ve got everything 🤑 we’re growing everything 🌱 we’ve got some in ⬅️ we’ve got some out ➡️ we’ve got some wild things 👹 floating about 🕴️everyone 👦👩🧑 we’re changing everyone 😧 you name them all we’ve had them here 👈 and the real stars are still to appear! ⭐️🤩 feel your body melt 🫠 mum 👩 to mud 🪱 to mad 😡 to dad 👨🏻 dad diddly office ✏️ dad diddly office ✏️ you’re all full of ball 🏀 dad 👨🏻 to dam 🦫 to dumb 😛 to mum 👩 mom diddly washing 🧽 mom diddly washing 🧽 you’re all full of ball 🏀 let me hear you lies 👂 we’re living this up 🆙 to the eyes 👀 mama I want you now! 😩

#radio waves #genesis

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theineffablecon · 1 year ago

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📢 THIS WEEKEND! 📢

📗 A Nice and Accurate Guide to The Ineffable Con 4 📗

Where: Online

When: Friday 20th to Sunday 22nd October 2023

Why: Raising money for Alzheimer's Research UK in memory of Sir Terry Pratchett and to celebrate all things Good Omens!

📺 What's on? 📺

You can find our programme here: https://www.theineffablecon.org.uk/the-ineffable-con-4/tic4-programme/

We have special guests Peter Anderson, Rory Kurtz, Colin Smythe at Irish Discworld Con, Rob Wilkins, Alzheimer's Research UK, Colleen Doran, Gavin Finney and Sandy Higgins!

❓ What if it's my first time? ❓

All welcome, whether it's your first time or your fourth!

You can check out our FAQs here: https://www.theineffablecon.org.uk/the-ineffable-con-4/tic4-faqs/

You can also drop us a DM if you have any other questions!

⏰ Am I too late to get involved? ⏰

NOT AT ALL!

We are still very much in need of volunteers for games and for support in the lounge!

You can find out more and volunteer here: https://www.theineffablecon.org.uk/the-ineffable-con-4/tic4-volunteer/

🎟 I've got my ticket! 🎟

Remember that you need to have a Zoom account in the same email address as your Con ticket. That will allow you to log in to the Zoom Events platform when the time is right!

You will receive this information by email, too!

💸 Keep an eye out for the AUCTION! 💸

We have nearly 30 lots - a first for TIC! - and all money raised from the auction will be donated to Alzheimer's Research UK.

Check out our recent posts to see some of the goodies coming up and we'll post when it's live for bidding!

🛑 That's all, folks...for now! 🛑

If you'd like to buy a TIC 4 ticket, you can do so here: https://www.theineffablecon.org.uk/events/the-ineffable-con-4/

See you SOON!!!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #the ineffable con #goodomens #conventions #charity #terry pratchett #neil gaiman

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natequarter · 1 month ago

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💣 commiedyke Follow

i fucking hate clowns

#is it just me or are they creepy as hell #ace speaks

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👑 fred Follow

past me is a naive fool. future me is unbearably horny. alternate me is evil. and as for me well i am the world's first ethical dictator

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Why would you say something so controversial and yet so brave?

👑 fred Follow

you are literally the person this post is about

⚔️ warqueenextraordinaire Follow

Awww honey you're so cute when you're angry <3

#just shout if you want to hook up

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google where to find clowns

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google top 10 most clown infested planets

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google creepiest clown societies

🎻 the--adventurer8 Follow

have you tried arvania? lots of clowns this time of year!

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thank you so much for this, google was getting me nowhere

#my fault I guess for using the worst search engine in the universe #we are going to have the BEST day trip out

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"You are running this planet into the ground" Rassilon forbid women do anything

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You are not a woman. Also, you keep on testing my loyalty with extremely dangerous missions? Please stop.

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can confirm, romana sent me away """for my own safety""" into an active warzone

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You're looking lovely today Leela

🗡️ worsthumanongallifrey Follow

i am NOT TALKING to you

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And yet here we are, gorgeous. Talking.

#they call me sweet and charming because I am sweet and charming #well charming at least

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need hhim to leasfe my corpse outt in the sun til my bonesd are glesming whyite theh cryshvthem snd snort them like cocacine

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i mean the doctor has crack cocaine. would it not be quicker to just do drugs

#what is going on here

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i'm going to blow up everyone in this room and the myself

#WHAT PART OF I FUCKING HATE CLOWNS DOES THE PROFESSOR NOT GET #god. had the worst day today #you have no idea #ace speaks

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and i mean the worst part is she still does something to me

⚔️ warqueenextraordinaire Follow

Whenever you're ready, Leela ;)

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p.s. i still haven't forgotten that you murdered my husband

⚔️ warqueenextraordinaire Follow

That was literally the one time

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yes!!! i know!!! that's the fucking problem!!!

#gah why must you be so dense

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stay strong leela

#don't let her silver tongue trick you

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Who is Leela

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uh. don't worry about it

⚔️ warqueenextraordinaire Follow

DO worry about it. She's everything

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GO AWAY

#losing my mind here

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trampolines trampolines trampolines i hate them sooo much. bounce bounce motherfucker. it's so awful when i have to jump everywhere springy floors are the worsttt

#cosmo wanda the professor sees this post #i am so DONE #ace speaks

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google most fucked up trampolines within 5 miles of me

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you know looking back on it i was in a weird headspace in those days. no self awareness. kinda terrible begaviour tbh

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Are you kidding me.

#Some things never change I see

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Nothing like a refreshing pit of acid on my early morning stroll :) pushed a Cyberman into one today and listened to the screams! Great way to wake yourself up after less than 3 hours of sleep

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?????

#doctor please say sike

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⚔️ warqueenextraordinaire Follow

Oh come on I cannot be the only one on this website into selfcest

#and also Leela #@ fred this one's for you

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do not look at my search history please and thank you

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too late

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#timeblr #doctor who

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ifwebefriends · 7 months ago

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Hellaverse Tumblr Simulator part 1

Part 2 here

TW: unreality, mentions of death, mentions of sex

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Extermination canceled, everyone go home I guess?

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There’s this guy I kinda knew and he was NOT CUTE LMAO but he was kinda cool in a kicked dingo kinda way and earlier he kissed me confessed that he loved me and then I just found out he fucking DIED?????????

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BITCH WHAT?!?!?!?

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Yeah it sucks I woulda let him hit 😔

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Man died before getting some ass, saddest post I’ve ever seen

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my fuck buddy/business partner/childhood friend just almost died i didnt even know he could do that and i dont know what to do about it lmao

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IM DEAD WHAT IS THIS RELATIONSHIP?!? 🤣🤣🤣

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Maybe go visit him? Make sure he’s okay?!

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respectfully i am unable to do that

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So my boss’ boss’ girlfriend just told us she was an exorcist and it was all dramatic and shit, and I didn’t want to say that I already knew but kept quiet, it was awkward as hell. LOL

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Hey thanks for not telling man I appreciate it

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????????

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Princess Charlie the typa cunt to go “snork mimimimimi” while sleeping and say “oh great heavens!” when surprised

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FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU CURSE OF 1000 ANGELS ON YOU

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Haha that’s funny! I would do that! 😆

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💝 whoreofsilk Follow

So the extermination ended literally 2 hours ago and my boss is already asking when I’m coming in fuck this shit can someone kill him for me please?

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On it.

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I yearn to hold you close

But our love is forbidden, society says

I’ll love you in secret, in the shadows

Hoping that one day, we can break free from this maze

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Major L can’t relate grow some balls man

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Everybody forced to watch a hopeless gay pining romance play out in front of them that could be easily resolved deserves financial compensation

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Agreed

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AGREED.

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minjoonapio · 1 month ago

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🎐 Wind Breaker Chapter 158: The Great Fires of Extinction (End of the Noroshi arc)

💭THOUGHTS & ANALYSIS [⚠️SPOILERS⚠️]

🧵Twitter/X Version 📖Where to read the manga: Kodansha | Other 📺Watch Season 1 now (S2 in 2025!): Crunchyroll, Netflix

There’s actually not much to analyze about this chapter ‘cause it’s simply well said. So I’ll be sharing my thoughts & feelings. This chapter has such a warm (with a hint of sad) end to a rollercoaster of an arc

Oof my dear boy here needs to rest

I do kinda feel bad for Endo. In a way, he just has this longing and slow burn love for Chika and he just knew he can’t be seen by him the same way he sees Umemiya; being accepted in his world.

Endo gives him everything while he receives nothing (but punches and kicks).

No wait. This is adorable. TF. Endo expects a good hit from Chika but was ecstatic when the kick was harmless. Chika didn’t even give one hit but multiple soft hits??!! STAHP! That’s too cute.

The way Chika's fist froze when Endo mentioned a hot bath 🥲 He's tired af and being babied by Endo 😭

This confirms all the things he said to Sakura about Umemiya is his negative perspective of him. He DETESTS and is jealous of the guy who’s able to be in his Chika’s world.

Now…this is sad.

Something tells me Chika had a really bad experience with people at a very young age…or maybe had none at all :(

Maybe links to his probable face blindness. People who have such condition are usually mistaken to be cold or indifferent towards people, but it's because they have a hard time remembering people's faces. Although, in here, it sounds like his indifference to humans makes him develop face blindness. So I hope we get to hear more of Chika’s past in their talk.

Ah, there’s our Umemiya.

Come to think of it, since his biological family died, Umemiya was exposed to people from different walks of like who are not his blood since he was 9. He has grown and absorbed a vast world for 8-9yrs.

And he could truly tell Chika how amazing it is.

Without even realizing it, Chika actually made the first step to expanding his world. It started from the moment he accepted Umemiya. He even said Ume’s name before Ume told him this trick.

And now that he is aware of it, Chika looks like he decided to accept more people in his world, little by little.

(For some reason, maybe it's because his hair is drenched wet, but he looks lost here 🥺)

I SCREAMED. I knew it. And I’m not even an endochika stan. Oh Endo. Chika has acknowledged him 😫AND A FULL NAME!

(I actually thought we’ll have something dramatic like Togame & Choji crying scene but i dont think it’s ready for that lol)

HUZZAH! UME WON! WE WON! 🎐

Tsubaki collapsed in relief, cutie Choji cheering, and Bofurin, Shishitoren and Roppo Ichiza together rejoicing 🥹and our Class 1-1 are okay 😭

Now y’all gotta tend to your wounds, bath and rest! Jeez 😮‍💨🤧

No words were said but that smile and gesture says a lot. Both leaders didn’t lose. They kept each other's promises.

Umemiya is thankful, happy, and proud of Sakura. Not only for winning and being there for him, but for becoming the person he is now. He is glad his kouhai part of the found family, Bofurin 🥹💚

And we got a double COLOR spread of the two!! 😭😭😭 Thank you Nii sensei! This is beautiful 💚

I hope they get to talk after ALL that. Sakura was a bit shaken up in seeing Umemiya like that and I'm sure he has questions about what Endo meant. Either way, I'm sure Umemiya would want to chat with Sakura about his fight with Endo.

Side note: I LOVE the silly exchange between Umemiya and Endo 🤣most especially reading those small text beside the dialogue bubbles.

I can hear the sarcasm in the “since you didn’t even give half a sht about me before” 🤣🤣🤣

Ah what an end to a great long arc! What a wild ride that was. Hope we get that BBQ! All of them (us included) deserve it 😭

Thank you so much Nii sensei for such an awesome arc. And Jacqueline and team for translating and lettering the manga for us 🥰 You all work hard! 💚

🧵Twitter/X Version 📖Where to read the manga: Kodansha | Other 📺Watch Season 1 now (S2 in 2025!): Crunchyroll, Netflix

Thank you for reading! See you in next week's chapter (Tuesday)!

#wind breaker #wind breaker manga #wind breaker chapter 158 #umemiya hajime #endo yamato #sakura haruka #chika takiishi #tsubaki #ウィンブレ #nii satoru

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faecaribou · 9 months ago

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Mission Impossible Dashboard Simulator

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Why is it called the Impossible Mission Force if we've succeeded at almost every mission we've done? Impossible mission? More like possible mission

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she mission on my impossible til i task force

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this was an unnecessary addition to my post. i have your IP address.

#im going to tell Bravo Echo 11 what you wrote

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I can't believe that they decided to tell the public that it was a gas leak. how many gas leaks per month will the public accept??? theyre so gullible smh

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dude... don't know how to tell you this. it was really a gas leak this time.

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oh my god?! you're joking. well i guess one of them had to be real

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ha! got you. you're just as gulible as the general public it seems.

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BLOCKED.

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guys can we not reblog this. can we stop reblogging please

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🎯 mycircus-mymonkeys

i hate it here. let me resign.

#officelife #imissbeingafieldagent #workingforkittragefuckingsucks

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Hey guys. I'm new to tumblr. My partner told me to make an account. He also said to tell you guys some stuff about me but that seems like a breach of information.

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Dude. I promise no one's going to know it's you. You can share something, like, what's a hobby of yours?

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i climb things.

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...no. That's what you do for work.

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hello? did you just delete your account???

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guys talking to some of my peers and im encountering some strange opinions. just want to clear things up.

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...

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jeez. reading the tags and some of you need a raise in morale. sure this was the only option that left you alive or free but after a certain amount of years most of you should be allowed to retire to a civilian life. couldn't be me though. i fucking love shooting people.

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sometimes a workplace rivalry is just as good as a workplace romance

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guys OP let his team leader give real nuclear launch codes to a terrorist. dont follow him

🎯 mycircus-mymonkeys

I can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation without the Secretary's approval.

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you guys will not believe how insane my team is guys. the mask machine broke again and my team leader decided we would just go without masks. does anyone else have this problem?

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omg yes!! we always keep TWO mask machines on hand for all of OUR missions because one of them is always breaking! ive complained to the tech team so much but apparently its 'our fault' and we need to 'be more gentle' with the machines

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what do they mean, "be more gentle"?? i mean my team once had a guy slam the mask machine against our targets face and it broke. but i cant imagine other teams doing that

📡 tango-foxtrot32

yeah no that's.... why did you use the mask machine as a weapon? i... our problem is that we've been 'making too many masks at once' according to the tech. what.... how have your other mask machines broken....

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well now i don't want to say.

📡 tango-foxtrot32

...

#goodlord #imscared

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so was anyone going to tell me that the prisoner ive been transporting to america was actually the most wanted terrorist of our times. or was i supposed to find out when i dropped him off and the CIA congratulated me for keeping him contained.

🎯 mycircus-mymonkeys

It wasn't your buisiness to know. especially if you're going to be talking about it on social media.

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im so sorry please dont fire me

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day 78 of saying FUCK THE CIA

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FUCK THE CIA

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HELL YEAH! day 1 of saying FUCK THE MI6

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HELL YEAH

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🎙️ good_evening

good evening everyone. you probably could figure out already by my manner of typing, but I am in fact the person who voices all your mission dossiers. I just want to say that I'm also responsible for gathering and summarizing all the information you need. and let me just say. you all have some serious shit going on. jesus christ.

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...and?

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and what? I'm glad I'm not a field agent. LOL

#my average day is me reading papers out loud #your average day is 'if your team is caught or killed you will be disavowed' LOL

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guys why is Lane kinda.... 😳

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??! no he's fucking not

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politely i disagree with you.

🚐 vanguy Follow

YOU'RE looking at dossier photographs. *I* saw him IRL

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omg you met him?! can you get his autograph for me please

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what is wrong with you?!

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do you guys ever just sit in a local coffee shop and try to profile random strangers for fun

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no? wtf

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what? theyre civilians. its fun

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girl.... in D.C.? ain't no one a civilian

📁 imf-heritage-post

Official IMF Heritage Post

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0 days without a disaster

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WHAT HAPPENED?!

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dude... you don't even want to know....

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thats all for now ^w^ i have more ideas

#unreality #dashboard simulator #this is fun actually what #mission impossible #ethan hunt #benji dunn #ilsa faust #william brandt #they are all there if you can find them ^w^#poll #polls

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real-total-drama-takes · 3 months ago

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What is especially off putting to me about Duncan’s… bigotry is that other characters are mocked for it in and out of universe meanwhile he just… gets away with it.

Ezekiel’s very childish and surface level “hurr durr boys better” gets him choked, eliminated first by a landslide, and driven insane and mutated in world tour. Meanwhile Duncan “we need a man behind the wheel, she’s as delicate as a freight train, gold medal in babelympics, seeing chef dress as a transgender troll” is never given any sort of slack for his much more frequent and much more damaging statements. The only time he gets any sort of karma is all the way in all stars and it’s not for any of that it’s for blowing up Chris’ mansion

It feels to me as if with ezekiel the writers were trying to be like “heh, look at us, were putting SEXISM in our kids show AND saying it’s wrong, we’re such good people” and then Duncan says all of that with no repercussions like???

And I can say the exact same thing about heather Duncan and Harold’s treatment of Leshawna except they didn’t even TRY to say that it was wrong, in fact they said it was wrong of her to shit talk them instead

I know this show came out when the favourite word of a teenage white boy was the r slur but come on.

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#tv anon #character hate

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macabr3-barbi3 · 4 months ago

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500 Followers Fic #1 🥳

Helloooooo everyone!

Welcome to our first fic for the 500 followers bonus:

(Banner by the lovely talented amazing @fraugwinska while I attempt to learn how to use Canva lol)

Tags: one bed only; frotting; Alastor-typical manipulation; ‘unrequited’ feelings

first attempt at RadioStatic, I hope you all enjoy!

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Coming into the room that Alastor had booked for the two of them on their way to some sort of antique convention the other man wanted to drag him to, Vox had solid proof that they were in Hell. Because really, how cliche could it get?

“Hmm,” Alastor muses beside him, a step in front and unable to see the warning messages that were flashing across Vox’s screen before he could get them under control as he looks at the king-sized bed that takes up nearly all of the miniscule room- no couch, hardly any space between the bed and the walls. “It would appear that the establishment has made a mistake! Let’s see if they can correct it, shall we?” Without waiting for a response, Alastor places a hand on his arm and drags him into the shadows, rematerializing in the Hotel Lobby- and fuck, Vox doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feeling of that. “Good evening, my dear! It would seem that my reservation was made incorrectly- we were supposed to have two beds in our lodgings, but there appears to only be one.”

He throws an arm around Vox’s shoulder, drags him closer so he can feel the warmth of his chest through his suit. “As charming as my little picture box here is, I was not planning on sharing a bed with him. How can we rectify this?” The smile that he gives the young woman is wide and dangerous, sharp teeth glinting in the shitty light over the desk as he stares her down.

The desk attendant, to her credit, doesn’t cower. Either she simply doesn’t know who Alastor is to know that she should fear him, or she’s brave. Or stupid, which was basically the same thing. Rather than watching the actual threat in the room, her eyes dart over to Vox- whatever she notices, it makes her smile in a way that he doesn’t trust when she turns back to Alastor. “Let me see what I can do, sir.” She hits a few keys on the ancient computer that sits in front of her, scrolling before she huffs out a breath that blows her bangs out of her face. “My sincerest apologies, sir- I’m not sure how the reservation got messed up, but all of our other rooms are booked and the king is all we have. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience- let me adjust the room rate to a double as part of the compensation, and when my manager comes in tomorrow I’ll see what else we can do for you!”

The sound of radio feedback fills the room like a fog, screeching and harsh, and Alastor starts to change- his neck cracks to one side, the dial pupils coming to life and ticking menacingly at the attendant, and fuck, he’s about to bust the chandelier-

“Whoa, whoa, Al! Come on, she’s just doing her job- we can live with one bed for the night, right? It’s not ideal but we’ll manage it.” He has to stand a bit on his tiptoes to place his palm against Alastor’s shoulder, but the motion seems to calm him a little- he shrinks back down to his normal size, the shrieking feedback fading a bit when Alastor looks at him and acquiesces.

He turns back to the attendant, who still looks completely unphased. “I expect the room to be fully compensated,” he tells her, and she doesn’t even bat an eye. “And rest assured that I will be speaking with your manager in the morning personally. Lead the way!” He directs to Vox, and the young woman at the desk flutters her fingers in a wave at them with a small, satisfied smirk in place.

Back in the room he had tried to compromise, offered to sleep in the tub- fuck, he would sleep under the bed if he needed to, to avoid making Alastor uncomfortable- but the Radio Demon was having none of it. “No reason for either of us to be put out because the hotel made a mistake,” he had claimed, chipper and grinning as always despite the situation.

So twenty minutes later finds Vox in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower and nearly hyperventilating, overpowering the fans in his head trying not to think about being in the same bed as Alastor; he was failing miserably- all he could picture in his head was the long plane of hard, tan-furred skin and firm muscles that would shift and tense as he made himself comfortable. What if they accidentally touched? What if Vox rolled over in his sleep in the dead of night and clung to the other man like his body pillow? What if-

Fuck his afterlife, what if Alastor slept naked?

Even if that was normally the case there was no way he would do so with another person in the bed, Vox reasons with himself, splashing his neck with some cool water for some semblance of calm before he exits the bathroom- he’s only a little disappointed to know that he was correct when he spots Alastor already spread across the left side of the bed, red silk pajamas hanging delicately off his slender frame as his crimson eyes scanned the pages of a book he held in his hand. “That side is all yours,” he says, his voice low and sleepy, and Vox wishes he had thought to bring a thicker pair of pajama pants because how the fuck was he supposed to hide an erection in the silk ones he had on? He crosses the room as quickly as he can, settling onto the opposite side of the bed and still not looking at his friend as he tries to will the blood in his lower half back to his brain.

“I’m sorry if this is weird,” he mutters, and Alastor tuts at him before snapping his book closed; he can feel the weight of the other man’s eyes on his back even without looking at him. He’s always so aware where Alastor’s attention is, wishing desperately that it would only ever be directed at him.

“No need to apologize,” Alastor says, soft and sweet, and shit, Vox really needs to get under the covers and facing downward or something so his dick isn’t tenting the fucking comforter. “It was an error on the Hotel’s part, not ours. We can handle one night, old pal.” With a snap of his fingers the lights are out, the only illumination now from Vox’s screen against the wall before he slowly shifts to slip under the covers, turning down his brightness in a last ditch attempt to make sure that Alastor doesn’t catch sight of the erection he’s sporting just at his voice. “We have lots to accomplish tomorrow- sleep well, Vox.”

It was truly remarkable, how Alastor could fall asleep within minutes, his breath evening out and coming in steady movements of his chest next to Vox. It took him a few minutes longer, fidgeting in the darkness and trying to will his body to behave, making sure to keep plenty of space between them. This is fine, he told himself. A bed this big has plenty of room for two people- there’s no reason to be afraid you’ll suddenly find yourself across the span of the bed by morning. He didn’t shift around much in his sleep, usually beginning and ending his nights in the same position- having a flat head didn’t leave him room for a lot of sleeping positions besides ‘facing up’ and ‘facing down.’ As long as they both kept to their own sides of the bed everything would be fine.

He stays up a good while longer, just listening to Alastor breathe and reminding his unruly limbs to keep his hands to his damn self. When he’s convinced, hours later, that he’s not going to accidentally drift towards Alastor like a giant magnet, he decides to call it a night, calming his anxiety by making sure the steady sound of Alastor’s breathing matches his own as he slips into uneasy sleep.

His dreams aren’t anything out of the ordinary- he dreams of his friend, sitting at the head of the bed and beckoning him closer as he slides a hand down his bare torso to cup himself. His eyes slip closed, a rough moan tumbling from his lips and Vox physically cannot bring himself to look away from the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

The sound repeats, and this time Vox is stirred enough from his sleep to realize that it had not, in fact, come from the depths of his mind, but from mere centimeters away from his screen’s audio ports.

He hadn’t moved during the night. Alastor, however, had crossed the expanse of the bed in the hours between them falling asleep; one arm propped beneath his head, and the other was draped dangerously low across Vox’s abdomen. He was practically on top of him, his chest making full contact with Vox’s arm and the left side of his body, his face resting softly on the curve of Vox’s shoulder just under the corner of his screen.

Vox tried to shift slightly away, to preserve his friend’s dignity. Alastor was a profoundly private man, if he woke up knowing that Vox had seen him like this- had unconsciously touched him like this- it seemed like the absolute minimum would be the ending of their friendship. The movement made Alastor mumble in his sleep, clutching Vox even tighter, his hips repositioning in such a way that Vox could now feel the outline of his hard cock against his thigh.

Vox freezes, something in his head popping loudly. When he risks a sideways glance, Alastor’s face is contorted, the hand draped across his stomach dropping a few inches and grasping blindly at the fabric of Vox’s pajama pants before releasing, a shaky breath ghosting across his face and fogging his screen slightly.

This was so, so wrong- he couldn’t just lay here and let his friend essentially grope him in his sleep!

… Could he?

No, Alastor would see that as a huge violation. He would be horrified when he woke up, that Vox hadn’t stopped him or moved away while Alastor was having a vulnerable moment. He had never shown any sort of interest in anything sexual before, this was likely just some biological function that Al couldn’t help, might not even be aware of. He would feel betrayed and never trust Vox again, and that’s the thought that has him slowly trying to slide out of the bed, feet first.

Another sleepy moan, this one accompanied by the light push of Alastor’s hips into his side once again, and Vox panics. He tries to roll out of the demon’s lazy embrace, only to make a couple startling realizations.

The first is that Alastor is a bed hog- the single half rotation that Vox does to escape puts him not just at the edge of the bed, but over it. He had been incorrect in assuming that he hadn’t moved in the night; in his journey across the mattress Alastor had managed to shove Vox to the side as well, pushing him to the very edge of the bed.

The second realization is that Alastor’s arm draped across his waist had a much tighter grip than anticipated. Or maybe it was just an unfortunate angle. Or maybe this exact moment was Vox’s real Hell, and everything up until now had been a test to see what the most god awful situation would be for him to be subjected to, and now he was going to be forced to live in this moment for eternity. Whatever it was, when Vox rolled, he took Alastor with him.

He narrowly avoided bashing his screen off the nightstand, and there was a yelp of shock as Alastor awoke to the impact of them both hitting the narrow stretch of floor beside the bed. Vox tried to wiggle out from under him, succeeding only in smacking his head off the wall as he tried to free himself. Alastor looked confused, red eyes still seemingly bleary with sleep as he blinked rapidly to try and get a sense of what was happening. Tangled in the sheets as he was, Vox wasn’t able to separate their bodies; Alastor’s single-handed grip on his hip tightening when Vox- again- manages to slam his head into the wall. He swears, only distantly aware and thankful that there are no jagged cracks splintering his face, and in the next moment he’s pinned uncomfortably below Alastor between the wall and the bed, his friend’s eyes dark.

“Would you care to explain yourself, Vox?”

“Sorry,” he gasps out, his heart pounding out of his chest looking up at Alastor. Fuck, he was sexy. His hair was mussed from sleep, little red lines marking his face from the creases of the pillow, his silk pajama bottoms had ridden down slightly in his sleep and when Vox looked down he could see the deep V of Alastor’s pelvis above where their hips were pressed even more fully into Vox’s in his efforts to stop him from moving. Their erections are slotted alongside one another, his own apparently not realizing yet that this was a fucking disaster, Alastor’s still lost in the throes of whatever dream he had been having. “Sorry,” he repeats stupidly.

Alastor watched him carefully. “‘Sorry’ doesn’t explain why you have dragged me from the comforts of the bed to the floor with you,” he says, his voice a soft hiss in the limited space between them, and when Vox’s cock jerks at the sound he prays to any deity or being that can hear him that Alastor didn’t feel it.

“I didn’t mean to,” he defends, clenching his eyes shut and willing his hard-on away. “You were over on my side of the bed and fucking- grabbed me, I was trying to get out of your way, you just kinda… came with me.”

“Oh Vox,” Alastor mutters, sounding frustrated, and just as Vox is silently saying his prayers- since Alastor was going to fucking kill him- he’s choking on his vocal processors when Alastor presses down, a slow grind of his hips that has their cocks sliding together with a whisper of silk between them. “Funnily enough, I haven’t ‘come’ at all. And after I went to all the trouble of creating the perfect opportunity for you, even.”

“What do you-”

With a snap of his fingers, they’re deposited on the bed, the feeling not dissimilar to the sensation of ‘falling’ from a dream as Alastor properly straddles his legs, his hands spreading across the planes of Vox’s chest, sharp claws careful as they trail down his abdomen and tease at the waistband of his pajama pants. “Al, what are you doing?” Vox asks incredulously, afraid to even blink in case this is some high-definition fantasy he’s concocted. He watches wide-eyed as Alastor uses a single hand to undo the buttons of his own shirt, the soft fur of his chest exposed bit by bit, and Vox feels the drool leaking from his slack jaw, can’t bring himself to care as it pools on his chest.

“I hadn’t realized you were such a gentleman,” Alastor says, almost like he’s irritated by the fact. “Here I was, presenting a prime chance for you to confess your silly little feelings or make some sort of move, bribing the young woman at the front desk to keep us in close quarters, and you offer to sleep in the tub. Honestly, Vox, what am I going to do with you?”

“You fucking- you planned this?” He meets Alastor’s eyes while he pulls at the waistband of Vox’s pants, letting his hand dip inside, and he can’t help the harsh groan that escapes him at the feeling of Alastor’s calloused fingers against the sensitive skin of his cock as he releases him from the confines of fabric.

There’s a hum of static. “Of course I did,” he agrees. “You think I would have given up in the lobby so easily had I been truly distraught? An actual error like that in any other situation and I would have devoured the entire staff of the place.”

What the fuck is wrong with him, that his dick twitches at that? And Alastor notices, of course he does, and tightens his grip, starting a soft, steady stroke over Vox’s heated flesh. “Ah, you’ve always been more forgiving of my more sadistic tendencies- one of the many reasons I prefer your company to others.” He lets his other hand trace patterns over Vox’s chest while he tugs at his cock, the pressure of his hand fucking perfect and slick from the precum that Vox has no control over, leaking from his tip and making everything easier for Alastor. He can already feel the tightening of his balls as a warning, his orgasm approaching too quickly with Alastor’s ministrations even before the beautiful bastard opened his mouth and started talking. “Tell me, friend, would acting on your feelings have been easier if I had come to bed wearing the blood of those that inconvenienced us?”

Vox growls low in his throat, the tension in his abdomen coiling at the thought, his entire body taut, muscles clenched under Alastor. “Fuck, Al, I’m not- I was trying to be considerate, you fucking prick-” His voice simply stops working when Alastor shifts his hips down a bit, shoving at his own waistband to free his straining erection- which is fucking perfect and delicious and Vox wants everything- before bringing it into alignment with Vox’s. His hand wraps around both of them and gives a firm stroke, silky skin sliding together and the friction is too fucking good, hot and hard lengths pressing against one another in Alastor’s hold.

When the other man furrows his eyebrow in concentration and fucking spits into his own hand, the wetness of it warm from his mouth before he slicks it down both of their cocks, Vox’s muscles tense, his orgasm a hair trigger away- he tries to warn him.“W̧̤̤͇̣̥͂͐a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛, s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅh̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛,- oh fuck, Alastor, I̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟'m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥn̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎-”

“Don’t you dare,” Alastor breathes, and the fingers that have been warm and curious over his skin disappear, vanishing into the dark space between their bodies- and then there’s a careful hand cupping his balls and squeezing softly, not so much pulling Vox back from the edge as he was dangling him over a cliff with a hand fisted in his shirt. “You’ll come with me or not at all.”

The way he says that doesn’t fucking help, but Vox figures his only option now is too get Alastor right on that edge with him. He finally wills his hands into doing something besides clinging to the mattress for dear afterlife, shoves a hand into Alastor’s hair and drags him down to his face so he can kiss him, lick into his mouth while his other hand explores as the deer’s had- over the curve of his spine, the dip of his hip, finally gripping tightly at the plush flesh of his ass and pulling down, trying to get as close to him as possible. The angle makes Alastor’s knuckles push uncomfortably into Vox’s stomach as he tries to keep his hands moving, the faint ache of it helping to distract him from the pleasure that burns through his body, prolonging the moment that he still wasn’t positive wasn’t just a dream.

When his fingers brush against the tiny antlers that grow out of Alastor’s head, he gives a full body tremble and moans into Vox’s mouth, his hips stuttering hard where they’re pressed together, the lower hand releasing its grip on Vox’s sack to dig his claws into his thighs, piercing through the fabric and leaving pinpoints of blood in his wake.

“Fuck, Al,” Vox mumbles, and at the sound of his name Alastor groans, pulling away from Vox’s mouth and trailing sharp little bites and kisses along his collarbone. His screen is flickering, error messages about a heat warning that he dismisses in favor of focussing on here and now, Alastor fisting their cocks together and grinding down into him, leaving marks on his skin that he can touch in the morning, evidence that Alastor had wanted him, had fucking planned for something like this to happen when he booked the hotel. “F̼̼͓̙ͤ̋̅̚͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔, I̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟ n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧd̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓- please, Al, come on, come with me-”

Alastor comes up from his perusal of Vox’s skin, eyes half lidded and dark, his tone snarky like he wasn’t moment away from ruining both their sets of silk pajamas. “If you in- insist.”

(Vox considers it to be a personal failure that he can even speak through the pleasure; maybe next time- fuck, he hopes there’s a next time- he can really take his time, devolve Alastor into a mess of overstimulated nerve endings and shivering gasps as he brings him to orgasm over and over and over again; licking down the length of his body, sucking his cock, turning him over and using his tongue-

For now though he relishes in the fact that Alastor- Radio Demon, smooth talking charmer, ever reliant and proud of his control over his voice- stutters on his words.)

It takes a moment longer, another couple of thrusts and strokes over where they’re pressed together and Alastor is coming- a hoarse cry of Vox’s name on his lips as he spills across his fingers, his release making everything hot and slick around Vox’s cock as well. He wills his body to slow long enough to see the fucking vision of Alastor coming first, the way that his skin flushes down to where the light fur of his chest starts, how his eyes clench shut and lashes flutter as he tries to breathe through the way his body tenses and releases, hips still grinding down rhythmically against Vox’s.

He’s glad he takes that time to watch, because before Alastor has even had a chance to catch his breath Vox comes so hard the whole hotel blinks offline, the room and the faint light of the hallway going dark like someone has flicked a switch as everything goes black.

When Vox powers back on, Alastor is standing by the door to the hotel room with it cracked- “To be fair, my dear, I did tell you that a power outage was possible,” he’s saying, and when Vox properly sits up to peek through the door he sees the desk attendant from earlier. “It’s hardly my fault that you failed to plan accordingly when I gave you all the information you needed to be successful.”

He’s wearing different pants, Vox realizes, and his shirt has been done up properly again which probably means they wouldn’t be continuing tonight. He allows himself a moment longer to appreciate the lean frame of Alastor’s body, and when he catches sight of the fucking tail that peeks out over his waistband, partially hidden by the shirt, he can’t help the wide grin that takes over his face.

“You said it might be ‘a minor short-circuit,’ not taking out the whole damn block-” She catches his eye under Alastor’s arm and he feels his face heat, screen tinting pink when she shoots him a wink, sighing and looking back at Alastor. “God, you’re lucky I’m a sucker for this trope. Whatever, I guess I’ll handle the manager when he asks. You two have fun,” she calls with a cheeky wave to Vox, and when Alastor closes the door and shadow-shifts back into the bed beside him, his face is irritated.

“So,” Vox begins, and Alastor claps a hand across his screen- which does nothing to stop his words, instead letting them come from the speakers in the back of his head. “You planned this whole thing thinking that, what- I was going to be so overcome with lust for you that I would jump your bones because we happened to be sleeping in closer proximity than normal?”

The red tint returns to Alastor’s skin, pointedly looking away from him as a blush spreads across his face. “I thought that if you awoke to find me clinging to you in my sleep you would realize that your feelings are not unreciprocated,” he sniffs indignantly. “I didn’t know you would be so noble about it all and panic-trip out of the bed.”

The smile Vox wears is both fond and irritated. “Fucking idiot,” he says with no malice. “Satan forbid I try to be a decent person because I didn’t know you were interested. In the future- I guess if you want to do, you know, this,” he adds, gesturing between their bodies, “just be clear about it? You don’t have to plot with some desk clerk to trick me into sharing a bed with you in some half assed attempt to get me to confess.”

“Is that so? Well, then…” He leans in close to Vox, one hand resting on his thigh and the other cupped softly around the back of his neck, lips trailing against the outer casing of his screen as he whispers, thoughts and ideas and promises that have him hard and aching in his pajama pants (he notes that Alastor hadn’t bothered to fix his) in mere minutes, arousal sitting hot and heavy in his gut. When Alastor finally shows mercy and relents, retreating to his own side of the bed, his smile is triumphant, dangerous, sexy as all Hell. “Is that clear enough for you, my dear?”

“Crystal clear,” Vox agrees, and pulls Alastor back across the expanse of the mattress to meet his lips again.

So while I was going over the analytics for the poll, I realized that I could see what characters were voted for together in addition to the general total for a character; a few pairings were requested more frequently than others, so I decided to work with the top three pairings first 😉

The most requested pairing overall was Alastor/Vox (7 votes together), so here is my first ever attempt at RadioStatic with the most popular trope, which was ‘only one bed.’ A little fluff, a little smut, a lot of self indulgent writing bc this is personally my favorite trope as well 🤣

Next fic for the follower bonus will be a Valentino/Reader (6 votes together) followed by Vox/Reader (5 votes)

THANKS AGAIN TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED ON THE POLL AND WHO FOLLOWS ME, ALL OF YOU ARE WONDERFUL AND GREAT 💙❤️

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #alastor #vox #vox x alastor #radiostatic #one bed trope #alastor/vox #radio static #I LOVE EVERY ONE OF YOU GUYS

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