#Vox: Oh. You wanna tie me up

[activesplooger]

Human AU WIP | Vox!CultLeader x UndercoverJournalist!Reader | HAZBIN HOTEL VOX

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So the situation's this, it's 1955, and you're trying to make a name for yourself in the journalism industry. You currently work for the New York Times - as a secretary. Though you offer the same - if not better- credentials as the men who write hard-hitting pieces, you were overlooked as many women do in the workforce.

Why have you work when you can be a pretty face for everyone to see? It's bullshit, really. However, you were in no position to complain about where your income comes from, so you took the job. Something's gotta pay the rent, even if it killed you to watch everyone doing your dream job. That's supposed to be you working at your passion, not the underqualified men who make more effort in hitting on you than on their writing.

You're currently perched on your chair, chin in hand, as you stare blankly at the phone, waiting for it to ring. Your bored expression seemed to say "Come over and condescend me!", or at least that's what one douche seemed to think.

A cocky co-worker strides over to your desk, clad in a tacky blue suit and a coffee-stained tie. He stands in front of your desk and chuckles, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Chip a nail?". Taking a deep breath, you restrain yourself from kicking him in the balls (if he even had any), "Just waiting for the phone to ring.". The man rests his elbows on your desk, "C'mon, where's that smile? You'd be so much prettier with one.". You bite the inside of your cheek, restraining your instinct of telling this douche off. Instead, you plaster on a strained smile. "There she is!" he chuckles, walking off to his desk.

As soon as he's out of sight, your smile drops instantly. "Stupid piece of fucking shit... hope he chokes on a fucking cock," you mutter to yourself, letting your anger simmer as you bounce your leg agitatedly.

The whole situation mulls over in your head, how could you allow your life to come to this? Reduced to your gender, working at a job where you're nothing but a pretty face... You wish things were different, but what could you do? Your eyes flicker to the head editors office door that's practically calling your name.

You know that you're destined for more. What's the worst that could happen if you just ask? So what if they fire you? There are plenty of other secretary positions open anyway. Hesitantly, you get up from your chair and march over to the editor's office, knocking on the door with a shakey hand, "Mr. Anderson, sir?". "Come in," the familiar raspy voice responds.

Straightening out your skirt, you push the door open and smile. "Kitten," he exclaims, "what brings a pretty face like you in here? Dont'cha have phones to attend to?". You shake your head, "No, the line's empty as of now, I actually wanted to talk to you about-". "Talk talk talk, that's all you women do," he states, "that and drain men's wallets!". Mr. Anderson cackles, leaning back in his chair as he laughs himself to tears. "Hah... yeah... funny," you say flatly. "Oh, cmon, it's just a joke, you women are so sensitive," his laughter dies down, "now, what'd you need to talk about?".

Taking a deep breath, you steal yourself for the moment ahead, this was your chance. Don't blow it. "Well," you begin, "remember when I interviewed here? I originally wanted to work here as a journalist.". The old man nods, leaning forward on his desk and giving you an intimidating look as he stares you dead in the eyes. You swallow nervously, "Y-Yes, well, I wanted to follow up on that.". "On what?". "On my position here at the company as a journalist, not a secretary," you state firmly, standing up straighter as you try not to let his intimidation get to you. Mr. Anderson sighs and leans back in his chair, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, "I don't understand, you're a fine secretary.". "I know," you defend, "but I wanna be more, I know I can be more than this! I went to college and was one of the only women to get accepted into the journalism program!".

Sighing softly, you plead with him, hoping he'll show a shred of humanity, "I can do this, I just need the opportunity.". He groans, "You're a pain in my ass sometimes.". "But," he reaches into a filing cabinet and hands you a file labeled "THE SIGNAL DOMINION", "you're very persistent, so here.". You grab the file, and your face lights up, "Thank you so much, sir! You won't regret this!". "I better not," he says while lighting a cigar. "I want you to write an exposé on a cult run by a man named Vincent Oren Xavier, are you familiar with him?". You shake your head no. "Doesn't matter," he dismisses. "Everything you need to know is in that file. Now I'll need you to go undercover for this, pretend your some type of damsel in distress that's looking for a new church or some crap I dunno," he huffs out a puff of smoke, causing you to cough and waft the air in front of you.

"Don't be gettin' all high and mighty because I gave ya this piece though," he states while waving his cigar, "I've only given ya this to shut yer trap, got it?". "Yes, sir" you nod, "thank you.". Walking out, you close the door softly behind you and skip happily to your desk. You set the file on your lap, squealing happily as you read the contents.

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lmk if u wanna be tagged for this!! im very excited to do this fic, its gonna be one of the longer ones so yaaa.

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[hypnoticmoth]

So any drawings to go with “Explode!” Would make my heart explode, hehe. Vox with his arms outstretched to Alastor and/or the other Vees with “I run too fast towards the things I adore, everything I’m rubbing for runs away” is so real in my mind but I can’t draw to save my life

I’m a song lyrics bitch so Vox saying to Alastor “love is a tower where all of us can live” with a tower lighting up behind him or between his hands is also eating at me

Anything from “Sugarcoat” by Sushi Soucy with Alastor reflecting on his relationship with Vox, but especially “I never said you had to put your trust in me; despite my fancy tie my pretty lies are pretty see through; look closely at my smile and you will find that my disease lies right behind my teeth and down my throat” would make me go bananas

I’m always a huge fan of

Vox: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

Alastor: you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

Oh oh oh that tweet about StaticMoth that was like

Vox: I could never do political roleplay; I’d get to into it

Val: haha, what do you mean?

Vox: you’d be like “let’s do Marilyn Monroe and JFK” and I’d be like “OK” and you’d be like “come to bed Mr. President” and I’d be like “I need to increase military presence in Vietnam by a factor of 19”

(This tweet is hysterically fucking funny to me because it is essentially a call out)

Anyway, that’s probably enough for now, if none of those tickle your fancy you can just let me know and I’ll come up with other suggestions! It’s always such a treat when artists ask for suggestions; I can’t draw for shit so I’m always like 😮 about it

Doing a more light hearted one from your requests ! However, I do like drawing things directly inspired by lyrics. I drew a Vox piece from ECHO that I posted on this blog, and I also have a small comic based on Tongues and teeth with Vox and Alastor that I actually never posted.

I may at some point draw some of my AU with Explode inspiration as yes, it does fit a lot !!!

[recitedemise]

'Taking their surroundings a bit too lightly' is an exceedingly docile turn of phrase. You're walking in a death-hungry chasm of exploding fungi, Vox. One huff of some spores, and a grown man may find himself felled by a fever. Hell, with their incredible fortune, they may even become the host of another mind-rending guest! Gale looks around, highly vigilant, and scours with worry.

He breathes. The coast is clear, at least, just like her palette toward survival.

She shifts, and Gale watches with unveiled fascination. Of course, she then opens her mouth. "I promise you'd little enjoy it, yes," he primly answers, the sour sport. Immune to her feminine wiles, evidently, the scholar buries his attention on the changing of her features. Her skin's a dusky lavender, a sprinkle darkened like some night-stained amethyst, and better fit to glean into the shadows of the Underdark, Gale keeps nearer, flanks her shadow, and throws her a look.

Vox is truly untamable. He wonders what's more liable to kill him: her or a straight fall from a thousand meter cliff. Raising his hand, he casts a spot of igni and allows its flame to guide them a bit farther. "I recommend against sampling whatever fungal denizens you find. There's one particular stalk that would feast on you with a great deal more zeal than you may them. They're known as zygom, the carnivorous fungi, liable to leave its unwilling hosts as mere vessels for their parasitic impulses. They're not natives of this region, admittedly, but there's a great deal we've yet to discover about the Underdark. But, ah, I'm getting ahead of myself," Gale stops, smiling despite his umpteenth ramble. "Perhaps you've heard of them before, what with your innumerable travels across the seas. With your uncanny ability to change at will, I'd wager you've walked those fields of Chult as though a resident yourself. With your daring and taste for adventure, I imagine its allure proves irresistible."

Incredible. There isn't much he knows about her, is there? Gale walks on, "I suggest we catch a breath for now. I'm afraid I haven't your stamina, and I've the impression we're straying too far from our companions."

It goes without saying that Gale will follow. Vox knew that before she even stepped away from him. And sure enough, the wizard is striding right along beside her. On he spouts about decorum. It's endearing, really. When has decorum gotten her anywhere?

"Decorum? Restraint? Do y'even know me?" The changeling nudges the wizard as they walk side-by-side; she takes another swig from her flask before offering it to him. Perhaps she's taking their surroundings a bit too lightly.

A brow quirks at his last... warning. "Ooh, d'ya promise?" Time and place, Vox. And speaking of which, the changeling ponders... perhaps her current form of a raven-haired human, though she presumes better than her natural form – is not quite the fit for the Underdark. Her eyes shift back and forth for a moment before she's once again transforming – this time, into a drow. Much more fitting, she presumes.

"And what do you suggest we do, if not raise hell? What am I even good for, then?" Yes, raising hell in her own way – is a specialty. With her lute and her knack for getting in (and out of, might she add) questionable situations – getting Vox to show some restraint is a challenge in itself.

Her attention is briefly split between poking at Gale – and their surroundings. They're... quite beautiful, really, dare she think. It's far from the beauty of the shimmering night sky from sea, but still, the mushrooms are stunning in their own right. "I wonder how they taste," she thinks aloud, her fingers rapping on leather as she walks with her arms crossed over her chest.

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Thank you @pennedinblood for the tag! <3 My fic writing has taken a backseat to my novel and scripts the last week or so, but I can give a nice peak into Ch. 6 of The Space Between Us! The fic focuses on how Vox and Alastor come to be where they are in S1, but this section focuses mostly on Angel & his connection to Val >:3 (it matters overall to the vibe between Vox and Al, much like every other scene I put in that doesn't directly involve the two of them; but you'll just have to wait for the chapter to come out XD)

It felt… silly, as he picked up the pen waiting for him. It was just a pen. And it was about to change the shape of his entire afterlife. His eternity. Equal bolts of pleasure and anxiety shot through him at the thought, his heart hammering as he put pen to paper and started to move. He’d practiced his signature for this, a perfect star in place of the ‘A’ at the start of his name. What he was going to be. The shape of his new life. And at the end, he couldn’t help but doodle a little heart in the space before his name for Val. After all, their love was the reason for all of this. For the opportunity. For change. The moment he lifted his pen from the paper, there was an uncomfortable sensation in his left eye, like ink spilling across the surface with the ghost of a sting. He touched his face, finding nothing but clear tears welling at the sensation when he pulled his fingers back. He blinked a few times to try and clear it, catching a warped glance at himself in the metal of the pen as he went to set it down, momentarily startled by it because his eye – oh. Right. Guess the whole black-eye-ownership thing ain’t bullshit afterall. Oh well, he wasn’t ashamed for people to know his work was earned through more than being a good fuck and a better boyfriend. That had been the whole goddamn point.

He needs those soft eyes and that warm smile he knows Val’s ready to give him. He takes a deep breath, trying to play off the wateriness of his eyes as relief in having things settled since Vox is watching. But meeting Val’s gaze makes Anthony jolt. A there-and-gone moment where he doesn’t recognize the man sitting next to him. That puppy-smile wolfish and hungry, those eyes glittering with something Anthony’s only seen flickers of between his own pleasure-fucked tears in their roughest play-scenes. He shakes his head, a breathy laugh escaping him as he brings one hand up to card through his fluffy arc of hair. Another pressing a thumb between his brows as he tries to get a fuckin’ grip. “Geeze. Sorry for getting’ all twitchy. Guess I wasn’t expecting there to be physical sensation with it.” “Ah.” Vox’s voice, Anthony didn’t bother looking over, just slouched back in his chair and watched Val’s large hands roll up the contract and tie it with a big red bow. Cute. “We might have given you a heads-up, but we couldn’t know. Neither one of us has ever signed anything away.”

@grownupchangeling @hashbrownwut (you are summoned but not forced >:3) + anyone else that wants to join in!!! I don't have many mutuals in the Hazbin fandom so far, so have at it! (and don't be shy to message me if you wanna be friends lmao - I only bite affectionately, and you're safe with the screen in the way)

[chronoghoul]

Hi ;-)

How about another Hazbin Parent Request? ^^ Reader male in his Teens has a bit of over the top spoiled Student Behavior like i am the son of chara xy you dont tell me anything old teacher - and it backfires, Parent has to go with the Teen to a serious Principal School talk Situation? Would love to read Vox, Zestial, Missi Zilla and Carmilla (can imagine she would take sides with the principal like thats what you get kiddo ^^) - maybe or any character you feel comfy writing for this Request ;-)

╭﹒⊹⋆﹒ @ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑 2024.

୨ ,, hh parents dealing w spoiled son reader .ᐟ

𖦹 ｡° note : jalice ilysm ty for requesting AGAIN 😭 like you're genuinely so supportive and ur comments are always so nice to read like ty 💙, I hope I didn't disappoint you!! Zestial and missi zilla are so hard for me to write like 😨😖😣, I'm sorry if I got their personalities wrong or anything, also don't even ask how I managed to write so fast I don't even know 😭 𖥔 ݁ ˖.°. ⭑

﹒｡ꔫ﹒wc : ~1.1k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭

Vox

The principal’s office buzzed with an artificial hum, fluorescent lights glaring down like a spotlight. Vox lounged in the chair across from the principal, his sharp, angular grin unwavering. He was dressed to kill as usual—sleek suit, an array of gadgets flickering along his sleeves, and sunglasses pushed down just enough to reveal piercing red eyes.

“Let me get this straight,” Vox drawled, his voice like static wrapped in velvet. He adjusted his cufflinks lazily. “You’re telling me my kid—my kid—was disrespectful to your... what was it? Eighty-year-old, washed-up history teacher?” He turned his head, aiming a smirk at you. “Kiddo, you could’ve at least tried to make it interesting.”

You slouched deeper into the chair, cheeks hot. “It’s not my fault she couldn’t keep up,” you muttered. “I’m the son of Vox, for Hell’s sake. Why do I have to listen to someone who probably fought dinosaurs?”

The principal—a middle-aged demon with a poorly tailored suit and a constant twitch in his left eye—cleared his throat. “This isn’t about her age. It’s about respect. If this behavior continues—”

“Blah, blah,” Vox interrupted, spinning a finger in the air. “Kid mouths off, teacher cries, you call me in. Am I supposed to... what? Ground him? Send him to his room? Let’s be honest, Principal—I’m not the discipline type.” His grin widened, a flicker of blue electricity zipping through his fingers. “But if you really wanna teach him a lesson, I could give the school a makeover. Turn your little detention hall into a VR nightmare zone. Bet that’ll straighten him out.”

You flinched. “Dad, come on—”

The principal went pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “That’s—uh—not necessary, Mr. Vox.”

Vox’s laughter echoed like static in a dead channel. “Relax, big guy. I’m kidding. Mostly. But seriously, kiddo...” He leaned forward, his tone dropping to something dark and electric. “Next time, make it worth my time. Embarrassing me like this is so last season.”

Zestial

Zestial strode into the office like he owned the place, which wasn’t far from the truth. His tailored suit gleamed with threads of gold and crimson, and his trademark cane—adorned with a jeweled serpent head—tapped against the tile floor with a rhythmic click-clack. He didn’t sit; no, Zestial preferred to loom, his lime green eyes flickering like molten lava as he glanced between the principal and you.

“My son,” he began, his voice as smooth as a snake’s hiss, “has informed me this meeting was a waste of my precious time. Do enlighten me, Principal, as to why I should care.”

The principal adjusted his tie nervously. “Well, Mr. Zestial, your son—uh—has been disruptive in class. Today he told his teacher, and I quote, ‘I am the son of Zestial. You’re lucky I don’t have you replaced with someone who can actually teach.’”

Zestial tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Oh, did he now?” His gaze shifted to you, and the smile grew sharper, deadlier. “Is that what you said, darling?”

You gulped, trying to keep your cool. “I mean, it’s not technically untrue. I’m just saying, if she can’t—”

“Silence,” Zestial commanded, the single word freezing the air. “You’ve embarrassed me.”

Your heart dropped. “Dad, I—”

“Embarrassment,” he continued, stepping closer, “is not tolerated in this family. If you wish to wield my name, you will do so with grace and purpose, not as a shield for your mediocrity.” He turned back to the principal, bowing his head slightly. “Rest assured, this will not happen again.”

The principal exhaled in relief. “Thank you, Mr. Zestial.”

As you both left the office, Zestial leaned down, his voice a low whisper. “We’ll discuss this further at home. Pray you survive the lesson.”

Missi Zilla

“Let’s get one thing straight, Principal What’s-Your-Face,” Missi said, leaning back in her chair and tossing her long, scarlet hair over one shoulder. Her fangs glinted as she grinned, her tail swishing lazily against the floor. “My kid’s got guts, and I like that. So, what’s the problem?”

The principal rubbed his temples. “Mrs. Zilla, your son—”

“Miss Zilla,” she corrected sharply, her grin fading. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Uh, Miss Zilla,” he stammered, “your son has been disruptive in class. He’s been using your reputation as an excuse to undermine authority.”

Missi snorted, throwing her head back in a sharp laugh. “Oh, honey, you’re preaching to the choir. I taught him that. The world’s full of losers trying to drag you down. You gotta remind them who’s boss.” She turned to you, her amber eyes glinting. “But come on, kiddo. You gotta know when to tone it down. Save the power plays for people who matter.”

You squirmed. “I didn’t think it’d be a big deal.”

Missi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, now we’re stuck here with this guy's lecturing us.” She gestured lazily at the principal. “You owe me ice cream for this.”

The principal sputtered. “Miss Zilla, with all due respect—”

“Relax, Principal.” Missi leaned forward, her grin returning. “I’ll have a chat with him. But don’t think you’re off the hook, kid. Embarrass me again, and I’ll make you clean my tail spikes.”

Carmilla

Carmilla swept into the room like a storm cloud, her flowing black dress trailing behind her. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto the principal before flicking to you. She folded her arms, her expression a mix of disappointment and amusement.

“So,” she began, her voice dripping with condescension, “my darling boy has been causing trouble. Color me shocked.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not that bad—”

“Oh, hush,” she snapped, waving a hand dismissively. “You wanted to act superior? This is the price you pay. Honestly, I’m embarrassed for you.”

The principal nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. Carmilla. Your support—”

She turned on him, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, don’t thank me. This is your problem as much as his. If your teachers weren’t so dreadfully uninspiring, perhaps my son wouldn’t feel the need to assert himself.”

The principal’s jaw dropped. “Mrs. Carmilla, that’s not—”

“But,” she continued, cutting him off, “I will handle this. He needs to learn humility, and I am more than capable of teaching it.” She leaned down to meet your eyes, her tone venomous. “Enjoy your free time tonight, darling. It will be the last you have for weeks.”

You swallowed hard. “Y-yes, Mom.”

Carmilla straightened, addressing the principal with a cold smile. “Consider this resolved. Good day.” And with that, she swept out, leaving you to trail behind her, dreading the lecture that awaited.

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 4: Fatherly Advice

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS IMPLIED SA 🍇🚨

“Vox!” Donnie sang, walking into the conference room.

Vox rolled his eyes, seeing Donahue Matten was not on his list of things to do, and he had a very long list of shit to do. “No Donnie.”

Donnie turned Vox’s chair around to face him, “Come on, you don’t even know what I want.”

“I’m not putting your stupid shit on my show, your art museum stupidity,” Vox glared at him. “Unless you have something that will benefit me, get the fuck out!”

He smirked, “You want somethin that’ll benefit you?” Donnie started to toy with Vox’s bow tie before taking it off, “Tell daddy what you want, he’ll do anything,” he licked the TV demon’s neck.

Vox blushed, quickly standing up; “No! I don’t want you to fuck me! At least not right now!- just go!”

Donnie stood up, “So first you steal my daughter from me, and now I can’t even advertise myself like I used to!”

“What?! Daughter?!”

“Bean?! You found out she was my daughter and now you’re trying to be her dad, newsflash buddy! I’m her dad!” He glared at the overlord.

“She is not my fucking daughter, I mean like I’m probably her daddy but still,” Vox responded. Was Donahue really here trying to protect a kid that he probably didn’t know existed.

“Oh..” Donnie rolled his eyes but then smirked. “You’re her daddy huh?”

“I said PROBABLY- why are you still here?!” Vox’s voice distorted.

“I want you to advertise my gallery!”

“And I said fuck off!”

“Fine! I’ll just tell Bean, MY DAUGHTER, that you hate her, and that I fucked you!”

Vox rolled good eyes, was he serious? But Bean wasn’t the smartest, she kind of believed everything she heard; so he didn’t wanna take that chance. “Whatever, I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Thanks! I knew I could count on you!” He pat him on the back before leaving.

“Hate that guy.”

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Bean 🫘 : Hey

Bean stared at the message waiting for Vox to reply, was she desperate? Was he ignoring her? Should she call him? What was going on? She knows it had only been a few hours since they texted but still.

“Sugar are you listening,” Val snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Sorry,” she gave him a small smile.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to make money tonight, but I can see you don’t even care,” he took a draw of his cigarette blowing out pink smoke. The male sinners sitting next to him caress his chest.

“This isn’t even your club,” she crossed her arms.

“Everything on this side of town is mine,” Val blew smoke into a sinner’s face, “¿No es así sexy?” The sinner blushed as he kissed his cheek.

Translation: Isn’t that right sexy?

She looked at her phone, Vox still hadn’t replied. Bean sighed, “Fine.”

“What was that?” He leaned into her being smug. The sinners laughed.

“What do you want!” Bean yelled over the music.

“See that guy over there?” Val pointed at a male succubus at the bar. Bean nodded, he was kind of hot. “He wants to be your big brother tonight.”

“Step or by blood?” Bean asked.

“Who cares, they’re all the same tonight bombón,” he smiled.

Translation: Cutie

Bean nodded in agreement before getting up, “Wait!” Val pulled Bean into him and put a small white pill in her mouth. “Trágalo”.

“Huh?” She tilted her head.

“Swallow it,” he pushed her head up, making the pill go down her throat. “Go on baby,” Val slapped her ass as she walked off.

Bean sat at the bar, next to the guy; “Hey handsome what’s your name?” She smiled at him.

“Wes, You want a drink baby?” The succubus into her, sipping his drink from a straw.

She took the guy’s drink, “I already have one,” she smirked slowly, licking and wrapping her tongue around the straw.

Within minutes both demons were in one of the sex rooms making out against the wall, Bean moaned as Wes kissed her neck; being on drugs and having sex was a fun experience for her. Everything felt like a dream, time seemed to speed up which she thought was funny.

Wes put Bean on the and she sat up, “What happened? Did you finish?”

“Um no, you just don’t seem all there and I don’t feel comfortable with continuing,” Wes put his shirt back on.

Bean laughed in disbelief, “But you’re a succubus.”

“So? We might like to fuck, but a lot of us are deceit people,” he crossed his arms offended.

The blue demon looked down embarrassed, She could barely focus at this point, “Sorry,” she fell over. “What am I supposed to do for the next hour and a half?” Bean whined.

“You can leave I guess,” Wes suggested. This made her groan, Val would have her ass if she just left. “Or..I can give you nipple piercings,” he pulled out a small needle gun from his pants.

Bean shot up in excitement, “Ooo!!! That’s better!”

“Cool, which color?”

Through the whole process she had felt nothing, half was from the drugs and the other was from just having a high pain tolerance, she had gotten tons of tattoos and a nose ring when she was alive.

“Alright I’m done,” Wes sat her up, showing her the finished product in a hand mirror. They double sided gold piercings

Bean gasped, “I love them…” she rubbed her nipples before giggling.

“You probably shouldn’t do that, it might get infected. Wes stood up then helped a very high Bean stand up, she immediately fell on him; he picked her, carrying her out of the club.

“So you just work as a guy in a club and an ear piercer?” She asked.

“Actually I was just out trying to get a room, I don’t work here; I’m actually a pediatrician and a NIPPLE piercer, I’m not authorized to do ears,” Wes sat her on the curb. “I have to go, are you gonna be okay?” Bean nodded, not fully understanding what he said. “Okay,” he whistled, and a car full of imps and succubi stopped in front of them.

“WES LET’S GO WE’RE GONNA FUCK SOME SHIT!” A male succubus screamed.

“FUCK YEAH!” Wes jumped into the car before it drove off.

Leaving Bean all alone.

A thick fog rolled in and suddenly she didn’t feel quite herself. She leaned on a nearby pole, her head was hurting, her body was on fire. She looked up seeing a figure in the distance, the longer she stared the worse her body felt. But she couldn’t look away, who was he? Did he know her? Did she know him?

Someone touching her shoulder snapped her out of what was happening, Bean turned to see Angel and Cherri, “Latte! You okay?” Angel looked concerned.

“You were literally about to walk into the street babes,” Cherri walked her from the curb.

Bean couldn’t even answer, she couldn’t even talk, “I- um.. I can’t-,” she was cut off by Angel grabbing her face.

“This bitch’s eyes are flyin’ saucers,” He showed Cherri.

“Shit partyin’ without us huh?” She joked, hitting Bean on her back.

Bean threw up toxic waste onto the curb. Angel stared at his best friend with a straight face, Cherri looked at the disgusting scene.

“Would ya look at that,” she put her hands on her hips.

“You’re carryin’ ha,” Angel crossed his arms.

“But this top is new,” She groaned, Angel just glared at her.

“Fine.”

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Alastor hummed a tune listening to soft jazz, Eugenia was on the floor sorting records. The radio demon wanted them in alphabetical and chronological order, it was a tedious task but if this is what she had to do to get closer to her daughter, then so be it. “Kind of sad,” she broke the silence. Alastor gave off microphone feedback, “You’re here by yourself, thought you’d be with Voe or something out or something..I don’t know.”

“Not that it’s any of your business but I have important things to do,” Alastor answered.

“Too busy for your girl, and you’re worried about me?” She scoffs.

“Trust me my dear, if my Vera finds out who you really are you’ll wish Bean was all you had to deal with,” his grin becomes wider.

Eugenia went back to sorting, she didn’t know anything about Voe, she seemed nice at least for a first impression; she had seen her be petty to Alastor, ticking off the demon. She assumed there was some trouble in paradise, Eugenia wondered if she could tick him off some more..she’d have to be sneaky about it, so he couldn’t blame her-

A loud thud made her and Alastor look up.

“Ow…what the fuck?!” A high pitched whine came from outside the radio station. It was Bean’s. Eugenia stands up rushing to the hallway.

Alastor rolls his eyes, “Working for that mother of the year award aren’t we,” he goes into the hall. There Bean was laying on the floor crying while Angel and his one eyed friend were looking stupid.

“Are you okay?” Eugenia helped her off the floor. “What happened?” She looked at the two sinners.

“I kinda dropped ha,” Angel said scratching his head. Idiots. Alastor walked over to her but backed up when Bean vomitted a greenish yellow liquid that burned the carpet. “Yeah she been doin that the entire way ova here.”

Alastor looked at Eugenia who looked clueless, “Well, time to put your motherly skills to good use.”

“No one’s occupying you tonight right?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS IMPLIED SA 🍇🚨 (skip bold if uncomfortable)

NYC, 1994

“Oh shit!” Selina, one of Bean’s friends from college dropped Bean on the hotel floor. “Tara you’re supposed to hold her!” She rolled her eyes.

“Sorry,” the women helped their drunk friend off the hotel floor. “Girl I thought you said you wanted to stay up for your birthday!”

“I’m awake! We’re gonna explore the city that never sleeps!” Bean slurred almost falling over again, but was caught by Selina.

The three women had traveled to NYC for Bean’s 21st birthday, Stefan had paid for the entire trip; the girl’s own rooms, and anything else the city had to offer they even went to see the ball drop. All this on one condition, he had to come along..

“Girl no,” Selina and Tara entered her room. They put her on the bed then walked to the door, “If you need us we’re next door ok?”

“Mhm..” Bean mumbled going in and out of consciousness.

The girls left the room leaving Bean in the dark, she was so tired.

NYC..such a crowded place

The woman’s (Ruby) voice had whispered through her head.

Smelly too…

“I don’t wanna be here, I wanted to go to Texas,” Bean silently whined.

I don’t think Texas would want you there…

“What do you mean?” Bean said, confused.

Nothing.

Bean could barely keep her eyes open, as she was about to drift to sleep the door opened again, “Hey,” a man’s voice whispered “you okay?” She became terrified as she turned, seeing Stefan standing in the doorway. “Your friends said you weren’t feeling well.” He locked the door before sitting on the bed.

The young woman couldn’t get a word out, her thoughts screamed to kick his ass, to run away to fight; but instead she just lay there, helpless. Stefan began to caress her hair, moving it to one side, “I’m so happy we get to spend time together,” he slowly takes her boots off before getting on top of her. “I missed you so much when you went away,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

His hands made their way under her shirt, sending a chill down her spine. Just as he went in her pants,

Everything went dark.

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Bean shot up in bed, she was drenched in sweat and could barely breathe, she looked around noticing that she wasn’t in her room, it was Alastor’s.

“Good morning my dear,” Alastor walked through the door with a deer carcass. “How are you feeling this morning?” He dropped it on the bed.

“You brought me here?” She asked.

“Well it wasn’t MY idea, but I did carry you,” Alastor sat on his bed. “Gigi thought of the idea,” he timed his eyes.

“She did?” A small smile formed on Bean’s face. She didn’t understand why Gigi would help her, especially when she just got here; however it was nice to know that a stranger was looking out for her.

“Yes, but you thanked her by biting into her hand,” Alastor laughed. “I have to admit it was quite funny.”

The sinner blushed with embarrassment, she didn’t want that to be her first impression with the woman, especially since she hadn’t said two words to her. “Oh god,” she covered her face with her hands. She looked down at the deer corpse, “Was..this also her idea?”

“She can’t take all the credit! I brought you breakfast, I know how much you love to consume flesh,” the Radio Demon was ecstatic that he got to be involved.

“No thanks, I like my meat warm and screaming, not cold and silent,” Bean pushed the deer onto the floor.

“And here I thought we didn’t have much in common,” Alastor said in a smug tone.

Bean rolled her eyes, reaching for her phone she noticed she had multiple texts from Vox.

Vox 📺: Hey

Vox📺: Call me! Or don’t. I don’t really care

Vox📺: Just wanted to make sure you got home, where ever that is, kind of pissed that “home” isn’t V-Tower . That’s crazy huh?

Vox📺: I’ll send you a recording of Vox2Nite, it was a sick episode! Or you can come over here to save the data 😉

She giggled, he cared about her. Though it was annoying that he wouldn’t just admit it, it was kind of cute.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, who was she texting? He didn’t care or anything but he was curious, “And who has your attention so early?” He snatched the cellular device from her, realizing it was Vox he narrowed his eyes. “Why is Vox texting you?”

“Why is that your business?” She reaches for her phone but he puts it out of reach.

“After the past few months and what you’ve told me about your past, men should be in your rear view mirror my dear,” He knew how Vox was, he toyed with people to get something from them; Vox didn’t actually care about her and when she realized that Alastor was afraid she’d be distraught.

“Please! He wants me to call him!” Bean pleaded looking up with her big puppy dog eyes.

Alastor sighed, giving in, “Fine, but first answer this, was Vox the man you were talking about last night?” He asked.

Bean was confused, “Man?”

“Last night while you were clawing and biting Gigi you talked about not ‘letting him get you’ and that wanted someone to ‘make him stop’.” Alastor stared at her, “Any clue who that might be?”

She shook her head looking at the ground, “It’s not Vox.”

There was silence for a second, Alastor handed Bean’s phone back, “Make it quick.” She looked him up and down, who did he think he was? Why was he acting like this?

She got off the bed before calling Vox, it rang a few times; on the fifth round she thought she’d have to leave a voicemail. Her heart skipped a beat when he answered.

“VoxTek trust us with whatever you’ve got-”

“Hey!” Bean smiled.

“Oh shoot! Sorry, thought this was the business call I was on, must’ve been disconnected,” Vox chuckled.

“Sorry, did you want me to call back later,” Bean said, a bit disappointed. Alastor rolled his eyes in the background, he didn’t want anyone making her feel this way; especially not some flat screen tv that FUCKED HIS WOMAN!! It pissed him off all over again.

“No no it’s okay I was hoping you’d call, I was wondering if we could have lunch today, we could chat a bit and..maybe you could come over later..” Vox said his voice was getting slower and seductive. The sick bastard wanted to go out with someone who could be his granddaughter, it was sick.

“Maybe..” Bean smiled, biting her bottom lip.

“Meet me at 3,” he said before hanging up.

Bean squealed. “I take it you won’t be going?” The Radio Demon joked.

She glared, “No..He asked me out.” Bean blushed gushing at the thought, she had to wear something nice. Maybe an older vibe to match the time period he grew up in, or something casual.

“Oh darling I’m so sorry! He isn’t coming,” Alastor put his hand on his chest, pretending to be heartbroken.

“Why would you say that? How do you even know that?” Bean started to feel stupid.

“I’ve had the displeasure of being in hell with him for over 50 years, I do believe I know the man more than you,” he leans on his cane.

“I don’t think you do,” she crossed her arms.

Alastor’s smile became wider, “Ti Fi, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow. Was she trying to make a bet with him?

Translation: Little girl

“I think he’s a changed man and will be there,” She smirked with her hands on her hips.

“He won’t be there, I guarantee it,” Alastor stood in front of her, his grin bigger than ever.

“What do you want if you win?” Bean asked.

“Just your face when he doesn’t show up,” he bent to her level looking smug.

“If I win I want…” Bean thought about it. “Ice cream.” The overlord rolled his eyes.

“Deal.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This was a great idea!” Erin smiled.

“Was it?” Zeke said. “We’ve been here for two hours, the line has barely moved.”

Eric, Erin and Zeke decided to go to the king of Hell himself, they wanted to look through files of serial killers that had anything to do with murdering women and girls, Zeke suggested just asking for her file but Eric wanted to keep the mystery going. So here they were, waiting behind a huge line of sinners to get to Lucifer, wondering if he had the answers to their questions..well Eric’s questions.

“Sorry I’m late,” Wynter ran up to them. “I overslept.”

“No worries!” Eric pulled her into line with them.

“Hey! No cutting!” A sinner behind them growled.

“Eat a dick,” the siren pushed the sinner’s face.

“Anyway, you’re all good; we didn’t even know you were coming,” Erin hugged her.

“Oh, I thought Eric told you guys,” Wynter looked at Eric who was scratching his head and looking at the floor.

Eric cleared his throat, “Love the floors here.”

“Uh huh,” Wynter smirked at him.

An hour later the four had finally made it to the office, “Welcome in, have a seat tell me what you need?” The king was looking through files.

Eric slammed his hands on the desk, “What we need are answers.”

Lucifer looks him up and down, these sinners get crazier with every generation. Wynter nudged Eric, “Sorry he’s got..problems, sir my friend here needs your help,” She pushed Erin forward, her speech became slow and soft, like she was trying to seem like SHE needed help instead of Erin. “You see, she’s in trouble, she doesn’t have memories of her past life or of how she died; we need her file or the file of whoever could’ve killed her.”

“First off, did you just get to Hell?” Lucifer was offended. “Your siren speech doesn’t work on me, every siren and succubi knows that.”

“Damn it,” Wynter crossed her arms.

“I knew that wouldn’t work, which is why I brought you an offer that you can’t..” Eric winked, placing an apple on the desk, “Refuse.”

The devil looked at the apple, was this a joke? Were they kidding? He set the apple on fire, “Get out of my office.”

“Wait!” Erin said before going in her jacket. Everyone watched in silence as she pulled out a rubber duck dressed like the Cheshire Cat from “Alice in Wonderland”.

Lucifer was mesmerized, he stood up, “Is this for me?” He looked up at the young siren.

Erin nods, “Charlie said you mentioned something about you losing this years ago, so I made another one.”

The king takes it staring at it, it looked just like it did years ago, “What’s your name?”

“Erin,” She smiled. The others were in the back containing their excitement. He snapped his fingers and files started to stack themselves.

“Ok..Erin what? As of 2023 there are 5,000 Erins,” Lucifer stated as 5,000 files were in front of them.

“Any Erins that drowned?” Zeke asked.

“Hmm, there were two in the 1970s, one in 1998 and another in 2001,” Lucifer looked at the four files. “Oh wait my bad, she died in her 30s..” Lucifer threw the file to the side. “How old are you?”

“16,” she answered.

“Wait, don't you remember there being snow?” Wynter looked at her. “You could’ve died in the winter.”

“Or early spring,” Eric chimed in.

“Yea know I just needed the age, the other Erin died at 37,” Lucifer rolled his eyes handing her the file.

The three crowded around Erin, hardly containing themselves, The fallen angel cleared his throat, “Can you guys speed this up? I have a line of people out the door.”

Erin opened the file, and what she saw made her and everyone’s jaw drop, “There’s barely anything here.”

At the top right corner was a picture of a blonde girl with a straight face, this was her..She looked so different, she looked at the rest of the page.

Erin Hunt

Age of death: 16

DOD: February 11th 1977

Home: Indianapolis, Indiana

Status: Sinner

Sin: Abandonment

Cause of Death: The Northern Killer

“That’s it?” Eric sounded frustrated.

“There’s nothing really here except basic information?” Erin was disappointed. “This was a waste of time,” she pouted.

“Not necessarily, who’s the ‘Northern Killer’?” Zeke asked.

“Ugh just some annoying douchebag that loves advertising his shitty ideas,” Lucifer scoffed. “He comes by every three weeks to buy a building. But when he was alive he killed like 35 women and girls.”

“Can we see his file?” Wynter asks.

“Uh..no, but you’re more than welcome to read about the ‘Northern Massacre’,” The king dropped a large book entitled “Murderers Through the Decades”. “And also, please leave; you've stayed over 40 minutes.

The four sinners left with a new question.

Who was The Northern Killer?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vox sat in his chair looking at the cameras, he was mostly staring at Alastor and Voe. He was loving the chaos happening in their relationship, looking at his watch he realized he had to meet Bean. But how could he do anything with all that going on? Who would watch the cameras? Who would edit the scripts? Vox watched Bean sitting in the Cannibal Cafe, he hated that place so why would he go? She didn’t even ask where he wanted to go, they couldn’t just talk ANYWHERE! This was a disaster from the start, he had better things to do. More important things? He turned away from Bean’s camera, going back to the important stuff.

Still sitting in his chair.

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Seconds turned into minutes.

Minutes turned into hours.

Alastor watched as the young girl sat in her yellow sundress with a frown on her face, waiting for the man that would never come. It reminded him of his mother with his father, he would write saying he’d come to see them; But would never come. His mother was distraught. But a bet was a bet, and Alastor always kept his word.

“Poor girl, I remember my first heartbreak,” Rosie shook her head. “Terrible personality and tasted terrible.”

“Hmm.. what a shame,” Alastor sighed standing up.

“Alastor..Do not say anything rude to that girl,” Rosie raised an eyebrow.

Alastor said nothing walking away. Bean played with the finger inside her coffee mug, she looked up to see the Radio Demon. “I thought he’d want coffee, I ordered it just how he likes it..” she sighs accepting her fate, “Go ahead,” Bean looked down at her cup.

“Fortunately for you I don’t have the desire to bring you to tears, but I’ll settle for some ice cream,” He sits across from her. “I’m sure your date won’t mind.” Bean gives him a small smile.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what my dear?”

“Being here I guess.”

Alastor’s grin turns to a warm smile but quickly returns to the creepy grin, “Can I offer some advice?”

Bean shrugs, “Okay.”

“Stop being so naive, it’s cute to others; but not to me,” He explains.

The sinner looked down, “Sometimes I don’t get things.” Bean was angry at this point, she hadn’t changed at all.

“After today, do you get it now?”

She only looked up at him in anger.

“Good.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Donnie whistled a tune, walking through the dark empty streets of Pentagram City, he needed some inspiration; sometimes he thought about going another route with art but he didn’t know what route that was?

That was until he heard blood curdling scream, Bean walked from an alley wearing a sundress covered in blood, “Fine evening we’re having huh?” He startled her. She turned around.

“Oh hi uh..Danny?” She was trying to figure out who he was.

“Donnie,” he rolled his eyes before smiling. “Anyway! Whatcha doin out so late, a young lady shouldn’t be out at this hour.”

Bean looked around not knowing what to say, she didn’t want to hurt that guy, she was just upset, angry, “I don’t know..” she sighed, exhausted.

Donnie could tell something was wrong, she was literally his daughter, “Is there something wrong?” He asked.

She didn’t answer for a moment, “This guy I like was supposed to meet me today so we could talk about..us, but he never showed up. He NEVER does! I just want to know how he feels about me, but I guess he doesn’t feel anything; he sees me as a child,” Bean was so deep in her feelings she didn’t realize that Donnie was glaring off into space. “You okay buddy?”

He snapped out of his trance, there were so many ways to kill a tv, “I’m sorry, what does that have to do with the guy you killed?”

“Well I ate him but I was letting out my anger and it was towards the wrong person,” The young woman was embarrassed.

“That was his mistake, who told him to be out so late?!” He laughed. “It’s never the ‘wrong person’, that person picked the wrong time,” Donnie shrugged.

Bean looked up at him on the verge of tears, “ “But I don’t want to hurt people that don’t deserve it-”

Donnie grabbed her face, “Don’t cry, stop that,” he had a stern look on his face. “Do not show them weakness. The reason that Vo- that guy doesn’t like you is because of this, understand?” She nods. “Good, do not let your emotions show through your eyes, let them show through your actions; let your emotions run rampant, don’t cry over dinner. Move on to the next victim until everyone knows not to fuck with you!” He let go of her face.

It was silent for a second, “Thank you,” Bean broke the silence wiping her tears. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay, go home and get rest, oh and take this,” he handed her a paper with his number on it. She takes it before walking off. Donnie watched her slowly grinning, “I guess the apple doesn���t fall far from the tree.”

He had found his inspiration.

(Hey hey! Sorry for the long chapter, I had too many ideas for the chapter! Lol half of them aren’t in here. Anyway, just some information on Donahue “Donnie” Matten, his actual face doesn’t talk, the mask he where’s talks; like it’s his words but coming out of the mask. He can’t talk without it, it’ll be discussed more later in the story)

[bloodypeachblog]

Ok, strangely, I'm not feeling any arousal with Alastor. I guess it's because I know he's aroace. If we wasn't, then maybe.

But Vox?

Warning: severe horniness under read more

Oh my fucking god, I want Vox to rail me with that cock and stuff me full of his cum. I wanna feel him zapping my pussy and making me cum effortlessly. Hearing him shout stuff like he did in this made me wanna ride him all night and let the praise fall out my lips with each thrust. I want him to use his cords to tie me up and fuck me like a good little whore. Let him broadcast his cock pounding my pussy like a fucking butter churner and have the whole land of Hell see how good Vox fucks me and who I belong to.

I'm not okay right now, if you catch my drift.

Can we get one of Alastor fucking you in his radio booth and broadcasting it to fuck with Vox~ pretty please with a cherry on top💕

God thank you so much for your request and this idea, it really inspired me so much and I might do even more with this cause I find it inherently hot hehe. I'm so happy so many people enjoyed the first part of Alastor x Fem!Reader x Vox and I'm a degenerate so I wrote a second. I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy my fellow degenerates! o/

I would also like to thank @wipmoop for their amazing art cover for this smut! They're truly the best you can check them out !

And with this, I present you, drumroll please :

Alastor X Fem!Reader X Vox 2 - Rematch !

Summary : You're tired of waiting for your rematch and decide to take things into your own hands. Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions ?

Warning : 18+, Smut, dirty talking, oral, oral creampie, creampie, threesome, sum swallowing, praise kink, teasing, overstimulation, rough, cunnilingus, hair pulling, bondage, spanking.

Word Count : 4883 words (Yup, it's worse than the first one.)

After the events of the party Alastor brought you back to the hotel, explaining to Charlie that you might’ve hmm…had more than you could handle. She was delighted at the idea of you residing at the hotel and extended an unlimited invitation to you. You had your own room and actually enjoyed the people there more than you thought you would. You thought you’d give redemption a shot. However, you had been dreaming of your rematch with Vox and Alastor and it occupied most of your daily thoughts, as much as you hated to admit it.

It had been 2 weeks since you moved in and you hadn’t really been seeing Alastor since the party, he was a busy man after all, he was usually very polite when he saw you and would give you a hand kiss or wink at you. You hadn’t seen Vox at all since the party, but it wasn’t too surprising. Slowly, you started realizing that you were okay with what happened being a one-off thing.

This day you had just finished exercises with everyone and was chilling having some tea when Charlie exclaimed: “Oh Alastor is hosting his radio show! We should bring him some tea! Where’s Niffty? She’d be super-fast.” She looked around unable to find her.”

“She was chasing a family of roaches last time I saw her.” You explained drinking your tea. “I can bring him if you want.” You offered, not thinking much of it, but knowing the idea of seeing Alastor brought a slight smile to your face.

“Really?” Asked Charlie with sparks in her eyes. “That is such a selfless act I love it!”

“Is it?” You questioned. She nodded furiously before handing you a tray with a cup of tea, some milk, sugar, and some biscuits on it.

You left the group and started making your way to the radio tower. As you approached it you heard the demon speaking into his mic.

“And that my fellows, is why you should never trust a demon whose name starts with a V. I will return in a moment, enjoy this musical break of electro swing.”

You arrived in front of the door and knocked.

“Come in.” You heard.

You entered the room to find Alastor sitting in front of his station, his legs crossed.

“Oh, Hello Dear!” He exclaimed seeing it was you at the door.

“Hi! Charlie asked me to bring you some tea. How’s your show going?” You smiled as you entered the room. Alastor looked at you intensely as you walked past him, his smile as wide as ever, you could feel his gaze on your body, you were wearing a short red dress hugging your shape and flared at the bottom and a pair of black thigh highs. You sat the tray on the coffee table he had next to him and poured him a cup of tea.

“The show is going as well as it needs to be.” He replied coldly, pausing afterwards. “But more importantly, this dress suits you very well, I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since that night at the party.” He proclaimed calmly.

Your face flushed lightly and he noticed. He hadn’t talked about the party since that night and the simple mention of it sent back embarrassing flashbacks to your mind. Not that you regretted it.

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed. This is more casual though.” You replied, not looking him in the eyes.

“Is it now Dear?” Asked the demon searching for your gaze then looking you from the bottom up.

“I'm glad you like it." You teased then presented the cup in front of him and thought you noticed a quick glance at your cleavage.

This was enough for you to decide that you had done progress at the hotel and that meant you deserved a little reward, and if you were honest with yourself, you had missed Alastor and Vox’s touch since that night, after all, they had given you a night you could never forget as promised. You had been a good girl but now it was time to drop the act.

You lingered giving him a good look. You then asked innocently: “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He took a good look at you, almost as if he was trying to gauge your intentions. “Actually, I do, would you grab me the mic from the shelf over there.”

“Sure!” You replied smiling. You made your way to the shelf and pretended to struggle to grab the mic which fell to the floor and rolled under the shelf. You then got on all fours and bent over trying to grab it, almost exposing your parts. After grabbing it you stood back up and turned around only to be met with Alastor smiling widely, leaning on the counter of his studio.

“Are you doing okay, Dear?” He grinned tauntingly before taking a sip.

“I don’t know, am I? Here’s your mic.” You handed him the mic. He put down his cup of tea and grabbed the mic slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. He then proceeded to pull swiftly on it, bringing you with it as you hadn’t let go yet. Your body ended up pressed against his.

“You know if you had been craving my attention this badly you should have mentioned it sooner.” He exclaimed looking deep into your eyes.

“Did I crave your attention, or did you miss giving it to me?” You asked smugly smirking back.

“Oh, I can give it to you alright.” He smiled wider, his mouth an inch from yours.

“Do it then.” You smiled back, holding the fold of his jacket.

You felt his lips crash onto yours, the both of you dropping the mic simultaneously. He grabbed your hips tightly pulling you into the kiss, kissing you even deeper as he moved one hand behind your neck. He then lowered his hands to your ass before grabbing both of your cheeks tightly, pulling you off the ground, you legs locking around him instinctively. He turned around, still kissing you while holding your weightless body and sat you on the edge of the counter of his studio. He grabbed both of your wrists and laid you on your back, pinning your hands above your head. He then proceeded to kiss down your neck and onto your cleavage.

“Coming here dressed this way was your mistake.” He smirked.

“Debatable.” You smirked back.

He kept both of your hands pinned together with one of his and took a good look of your flushed, panting, and eager body. While scanning down your body he noticed something that made his eyes widen slightly before he went back to looking into your eyes with a devious smile. His second hand travelled down your body making you realize how sensitive you felt already.

“You might not have missed my attention but this part of you certainly has.” His hand then rubbed against your womanhood, making you realize just how soaked you were already as you squirmed.

“Listen Dear,” he looked at you, still rubbing your pussy, “I’m going to let go of your hands, but you may not touch anything but yourself with them.” He then let go of your hands and pussy before bending over you, resting both of his hands on each side of your head.

“Understood?” He menacingly whispered with a very serious grin.

You nodded.

“Good girl. And be sure to make all of hell know how good you’re feeling.” He smiled before removing his jacket which he threw on his couch.

“Wha-“ You were about to question but then saw him casually turn on the mic of his station. The sign [On Air] turning bright red confirming what you thought.

Alastor then proceeded to kneel in front of you and pull you closer, to the edge of the counter, he then ripped your panties in one movement and started digging in.

You immediately felt his tongue dig deep inside of you, earning a loud moan out of you as he spread your walls. The moans kept pouring as he enthusiastically ate you out, alternating between the inside and the outside of your pussy that he was eating like the first meal he’d had in days. He kept moving his tongue in motions that sent jolts up and down your body.

Before you realized, your hands had made their way into Alastor’s hair, pulling slightly as the pleasure intensified. You only noticed when the pleasure stopped. You looked down, confused, and immédiat realized your mistake, letting go of his hair, as the tall demon stood back on his feet, looking at you calmly, which somehow made it scarier.

“Didn’t we agree on you touching nothing but yourself? See not only have you not touched yourself, but you’ve also touched me, and I am not part of you, yet.” He said menacingly.

“Sorry…” You muttered.

“Too late Darling, I’m afraid bad girls need to be disciplined.”

You stared at him as you witnessed him calmly removing his bowtie then grabbing both of your wrists once again, this time tying them together, in a very tight fashion.

“Good.” He exclaimed proud of his work.

And with that he resumed eating you out, this time more aggressively. You felt your walls tighten as he attacked them relentlessly, grabbing your thighs with both of his hands. Your moans were getting louder and louder as his name poured continuously out of your mouth until you felt the knot that had been building up break and the orgasm wash over your body, making your legs shake in the process.

“Holy shit…” You blurted, panting hard as you watched Alastor stand up and give you a quick kiss.

“See, you know how to be a good girl.” He whispered in your ear before licking your ear lobe. You felt his throbbing crotch press against yours.

Before any of you could add anything, you saw a glowing blue circle draw itself around the both of you.

“What is th-“You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt yourself fall down through what had now obviously been a portal. The radio demon fell with you, though in a much classier and composed manner almost as if he knew it was coming.

You felt yourself land on something soft and looked around. It was a very large bed. Alastor had landed comfortably on his feet next to the bed.

“Took him long enough…” He huffed.

You scanned the room; it was very large and luxurious, like a palace. It was a giant bedroom with huge French windows, and tall wooden doors at its entrance. As soon as you laid your eyes on said doors they opened violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you !?” Yelled the handsome tall demon entering the room. It was a very furious Vox. Seeing him furious made you immediately crave him.

“Well, hello to you too.” Smiled Alastor, still in the same relaxed position.

“Why would you broadcast her for all of hell to listen to? Have you lost your mind?” He screamed unable to compose himself.

“I only did so long enough for you to notice.” He mentioned “And if you were so bothered by it, then maybe you should have noticed sooner.” He smiled wider.

“What a dumbass.” Vox walked past Alastor and arrived in front of you. He smiled for the first time.

“Long time no see y/n !” He leaned in front of you making you blush as you took a good look at his handsome figure.

“Hi Vox! I’ve missed you!” You smiled with your face still flushed from your orgasm. He held your chin up gently.

“Fuck I really missed that hot face of yours, I’m sorry you were stuck with such an ungrateful prick for so long, I knew you should’ve moved into my place instead. You’ve clearly gone way too long without getting some well-deserved action, which would have never happened here by the way.” He said that last part louder on purpose. He looked down for a second. “Dear, you are making my sheets wet already, did you really miss me that much?” He smiled looking at your exposed parts, dripping onto the bed.

“We could have settled on a date to have our rematch instead of you exposing her to every lowlife that would listen.” He turned to Alastor.

“Our dear friend couldn’t wait any longer and well I guess I had to take matters into my own hands.” He said innocently.

“You’re such a piece of shit.” Proclaimed Vox with a wide grin on his face, briefly glitching. “I see you’re unable to try and beat me without a head start you radio bastard.”

“It’s not like I was doing anything you could do anyways, Mr. Flat-screen-no-tongue.” The redhead smirked.

“Oh really?” He glitched lightly. “Sit back, relax and shut the fuck up.”

He turned to you, and away from Alastor.

“Y/n! Time to get that rematch baby! Get your ass on the edge of that bed and spread those legs for me!”

Your body moved on its own at this command, and you managed to sit up at the edge of the bed despite your wrists still tied together and sat with your thighs spread open, revealing your most intimate part which couldn’t lie about how much you wanted this. Vox looked at you intensely, taking in the sight he had missed more than he thought he had and bent over resting one hand on his knee, the other holding the bowtie tying your wrists together with a finger.

“Has someone been a bad girl~?” He teased.

“That’s entirely possible.” You smirked back. You could tell from his face he liked that. He let go of your wrists and grabbed both of your thighs tightly, making you lose your balance and fall back onto the bed. The next instant, you sensed something that felt like a tongue slide inside your pussy. It sent immediate literal jolts up your body, earning a loud moan out of you that surprised even you. You came a little from that but didnt say anything, you moved your head, looking at what was going on down there and saw a big blue tongue, sliding out of Vox’s screen and eating out your deepest parts.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed not knowing what to make of the mix of intense pleasure, surprise and shock you were feeling. A quick glance behind Vox and you saw Alastor roll his eyes unbothered having a cup of tea on the sofa not too far. You didn’t have time to really process anything as the TV demon kept eating you out aggressively, making your orgasm come sooner than you would have expected. You had absolutely no control over how fast it was building up, you just felt it snap and felt yourself come, arching your back embracing the wave of pleasure, grabbing your dress tightly as you did so.

You felt the tongue pull out of you and giving your whole pussy a good lick before Vox stood back up, wiping his face with a satisfied look on his it.

“Fuck you’re so hot when you come.” He blurted trying to keep his composure, but you could already see his member throbbing through his pants.

“Are you done with your ridiculous endeavor? An attempt to prove what exactly?” Exclaimed Alastor in a tone he tried to portray as nonchalant, but everyone else could tell he was ticked off. “Can’t you see she comes so easily you could barely even consider it a challenge.”

That statement pissed you off because as much as you were enjoying yourself you didn’t like being underestimated.

“I had no idea my enjoying myself would make you this insecure?” You responded smirking in your brattiest tone.

“Oh, I like you more and more.” Said Vox raising his brows and smiling at you.

You could swear you noticed an eye twitch on Alastor.

“You brat…clearly if you’re still feeling this confident then we haven’t gone hard enough on you.” He declared with a wicked smile scaring you as much as it turned you on. Alastor teleported onto the bed next to you, grabbed your hair firmly into a ponytail and pulled you further into the large bed, leaving you no choice but to follow him on your knees before pulling your face close to his. Your tied hands were hanging down in front of you as you looked up at the radio demon. “I guess we’ll have to fix that.” He kissed you deeply shoving his tongue in your mouth making your head spin. “Sorry Dear, I am but a terrible spectator.” He went back into the kiss making you dizzy as he pulled down the top of your dress making your breasts bounce out of it. He grabbed one of your tit with his free hand, pinching your nipple and making you whine softly.

"Now you’re going to use all that confidence you were so proud of just seconds ago and you’re going to take it all in.” He let go of you and you fell on all fours, now facing his crotch. You took a good look and immediately noticed how tight his pants looked around his cock, it almost looked painful. With your tied wrists you unzipped his pants, pulling out your reward.

‘Was it this big last time?’ you thought to yourself. A slight look of surprise covering your face for a brief instant.

“Yes, it was.” Replied the radio demon, as if he had read your mind. “You were just too eager to notice.” He finished. You blushed heavily before giving your best shot at taking as much of his member as you could in your mouth, it amounted to about 2/3 of his manhood.

“Not quite, Dear, here, let me give you a hand.” He chuckled before shoving your face down his member, lodging it all the way down your throat. You couldn’t breathe but it still felt good, you pussy was quivering and dripping, and Vox noticed.

“Damn, look at your cunt, don’t worry I gotchu.” You heard Vox who was right behind you and the moment after felt him give your ass a hard spank. That made you moan loudly, and you knew Alastor felt it when you heard a groan coming from him, you looked up only to be met with an intense and serious gaze filled with lust coming from the radio demon. His hands were both in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, enjoying himself.

Vox stood right behind you, and you heard his pants unzip. Immediately after, you felt one of his hands rest on your hips and the tip of his cock rub against your entrance teasingly.

“Have you missed that?” He asked, lust exuding off his tone. After a few seconds of his teasing, you wanted to beg for him to insert it but you mouth was too full for that.

“Come on…” He teased, knowing he put you in an impossible position.

In one motion you pulled your mouth off Alastor’s cock and pleaded loudly. “Vox please I need your cock in me!” You looked at him with a lewd look on your face .

Seeing you in that state made him blush briefly before he composed himself again.

“Fucking finally! You’re so fucking hot!” He groaned loudly pushing all of him inside of you in one go making you scream of pleasure in the process. You immediately felt Alastor grab your hair in the same fashion he had moments ago, pulling your face close and squinting.

“Let’s not get distracted now, shall we?” He demanded sternly.

Vox felt you tighten around him as you heard those words, pulling an involuntary moan out of him.

“You naughty girl, you’re loving this aren’t you?” He spanked roughly you before starting to thrust at a rather fast pace.

“Obviously.” Declared Alastor smiling before shoving your face back onto his cock. He was the one thrusting now, in fact, they both were and soon enough, you felt that coil build up once again in your insides. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the knot snap.

Vox felt you tighten almost uncomfortably around his member as you came. He grabbed both of our ass cheeks tightly.

“That’s right, come for me!” He groaned throwing his head back and fucking you through your climax, holding your ass tightly then spanking it.

You had just finished coming when you felt Alastor pull out of your mouth. You exhaled loudly catching your breath.

“Good job not suffocating, here’s your reward.” Said Alastor grabbing your panting figure and propping you onto his cock as he stood on his knees, you were still panting but it was now intertwined with moans as he effortlessly moved you up and down his member. You moved your tied up wrists over his head wrapping your arms around his neck and grabbing it gently, you kissed him softly yet longingly as the moans continuously flooded out of your mouth. You felt his member grow thicker inside of you, as expressed by your moans becoming louder. Your kiss was interrupted by the TV overlord who grabbed your chin, turning your face away from the radio demon.

“Now you can’t just give all your holes away so easily my dear.” He said calmly standing bent over next to you.

“My apologies.” You replied looking up into his eyes.

“You’re forgiven.” He added with a smooth voice before you felt his lips meet yours. You were surprised at how soft they felt, and you had just found out he could do such a thing. He probably didn’t do it every day, but he was such a good kisser, you were dazzled by the kiss before he pulled out of it.

“Now open up dove, we’re not done just yet.” He grinned.

He hadn’t finished his sentence that you had opened your mouth, eagerly awaiting him.

“My god you’re such a good little slut.” He laughed not able to contain himself any longer, he pushed himself deep into your mouth and moaned loudly as he did so, you started moving your head swallowing his member to the base each time.

You hadn’t noticed because of how gradual it had been, but Alastor was now moving much faster than how he had started, hitting your deepest parts each time.

“Are you going to come again and prove me right?” Alastor smirked at you, pausing his thrusting for a moment and spanking your ass roughly. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock and stopped moving as he immediately grabbed your head and kept the thrusting going.

“Nuh uh, you can’t stop yet.” The TV demon said as he kept pumping in and out of your mouth.

You looked at Alastor from the corner of your eye.

“What is it sweetheart? The TV got your tongue?” He spanked you again this time harder. Your pussy tightened around him, and he felt it, making his grin widen even more.

You looked at him trying your hardest to stay in control.

“Aww you still think you can decide whether you come or not. How adorable…I guess it’s time I teach you a lesson.” He squinted his eyes challengingly before he spanked you one last time, harder than all the other time, this time immediately grabbing both of your ass cheeks very firmly not breaking eye contact with you.

“I…” He slammed you against his cock. “…decide…” He slammed harder. “…if…” He slammed even harder, digging his nails into your ass. “…and when…” He slammed hard and you felt yourself dangerously close to the edge. “…you come!” He grinned, slamming one last time harder than you had ever felt him thrust in you and he saw your eyes roll back as your pussy started pulsating around his cock. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock, who pulled out just in time to hear it aloud. You were panting hard, your whole body going limp.

Vox grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together bringing his face close to yours. “You’ll relax soon enough bitch, but we’re not done yet.” He then proceeded to grab you off Alastor and prop you once again on all fours. You were wobbly at best. “Come on are you already exhausted? After all this big talk?” He spanked you now red ass making you whine. You moaned softly and looked at him with doe eyes. Your legs felt weak from all this thrusting and climaxing, and he could tell. He let out a soft sigh.

“Here. Let me give you a hand.” He grabbed one of your legs and propped it on his shoulder. “Now you’re going to take it like a good girl?” He looked at you his eyes focusing intensely on you.

“Yes, Sir.” You pleaded. As soon as he heard those words coming out of your mouth he felt an irrepressible urge to take you and you felt all of him enter you once again, at this point your pussy being overstimulated felt so sensitive everything felt ten times more intense. You moaned loudly while your tongue hung out of your mouth, and you gripped the sheets tightly as Vox started thrusting more roughly than he previously had.

Alastor, seeing your tongue hanging and your mouth open, took this opportunity to push himself inside your mouth and started thrusting.

“Enjoy your own taste dear, because you’re about to taste me.” He declared with a lustful gaze on his now flushed face. You loved seeing the evolution of his boldness as lust took over.

“Shit you’re so fucking tight!” Vox thrusted hard, gritting his teeth, and digging his nails into your thigh, pulling it close against his chest as he lost himself in pleasure, his movement becoming more erratic as he glitched and he brought himself closer to the final release, nevertheless, he never failed to hit your G-spot with each thrust. You felt it coming, despite your best efforts, they both felt you tense up more and more. You still did a great job wrapping your tongue around the radio demon’s shaft, you heard his breath get shakier as he maintained composure fucking your mouth, one hand under your chin and the other in your hair.

You felt the knot about to snap as you hear them both declare as one:

“Are you ready?”

They both thrusted deep in you one last time, releasing simultaneously, filling you up from both sides as you came one last time, almost seeing stars at this point.

Alastor let out the closest thing to a moan as he emptied himself directly down your throat tightening around his member, slowly pulling himself out afterwards and enjoying the sight of your dazed expression.

“Good job.” He patted your cheek smiling and slightly panting, much more relaxed than a few moments ago.

Vox pulled out next and you immediately collapsed onto the bed, cum flowing out of you.

“Holy shit you felt so fucking good!” Vox also felt all sorts of dizzy after his orgasm. He quickly got a grip and they both grabbed what was necessary to clean you up, laying you down comfortably after Alastor removed his bowtie from your sore wrists and Vox handed you one of his shirts to wear.

You were fast asleep and woke up probably a few hours later to both of them having tea in the corner of the room.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you can’t talk your way into being better in bed, she literally blacked out after I made her come, that’s how good it was.” Expressed Vox with frustration.

“Maybe that or you were just so boring she fell asleep.” Replied Alastor calmly sipping his tea.

“Fuck off, weren’t you facefucking her as well? Wouldn’t that make you boring by extension?” He proclaimed, anger taking over his tone.

Alastor ignored him. You moved in the bed making it creak and earning their attention.

“Oh, looks like our friend has finally awaken from her great slumber.” Announced the radio demon.

They both arrived by your side as you fully came to.

“Hello beautiful.” Exclaimed Vox, with his usual smile and composure. “How are we doing?”

“Well!” You replied attempting to stretch then realizing how sore your whole body felt. “Never mind.” You added.

They both smiled with a satisfied look on their face, almost as if admiring their work.

“Yeah, you need to rest. Next time try not to bite off more than you can chew sweetheart.” Declared Vox with Alastor nodding approvingly next to him.

“Any idea who performed best this time Dear?” Asked the radio demon.

“I mean, it’s hard to give you an answer when you both do whatever you want at all times.” You said with a hint of frustrating. “Maybe if you both stuck to one hole I would be able to tell.” You added, genuinely trying to recall all the events in the right order.

“Hmm, No.”

“Nope.” They both proclaimed simultaneously.

“We will, however, keep fucking you until you give us an answer.” Gloated Vox with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“I’m afraid it’s the only way.” Added Alastor calmly.

“Fair.” You conceded.

‘Holy shit what did I get myself into…’ You thought to yourself.

“Now, rest my dear, you’re going to need it.” Said Vox still smiling at you before vanishing into electricity out of the room.

“I’ll see you soon Darling.” Declared Alastor before smiling and disappearing into a shadow.

Vox is genuinely so effortless to write. I love how versatile he can be, Alastor on the other hand is rough -.- but once I'm done I can fully appreciate it.

PS : I know Alastor is Aroace and I hope no one takes offense to my work. I genuinely take pleasure in writing smuts and I've been loving his personality that's all.

Peace out ! o/

[nochiquinn]

the legend of vox machina episode 4: shadows at the gates OR I’m already scared of the dark you guys don’t do this to me

okay but grog's growl tho

"I can feel it" didn't kiki...see it? like with her eyes? did she tell vex that?

"how can you arrest a house?! D:"

all I can think about is how much the animators apparently hate horses

somone on twitter said matt wasn't the right choice for sylas and I wonder how it feels to be so objectively wrong

you TIE trinket? you ATTACH trinket to TREE like DOG? oh, jail! jail for guards!

jarret y u so mad, do you need spice

I'm glad they addressed the Vampire Thing lmao. and that we don't get three hours of LoOk InTo My MiNd"

tho the bites might have been a decent piece of proof

pike :(

not the full names

"sorry. I - loud. sorry." keyleth my beloved

I can't remember if I said this last time but percy's design really emphasizes that he is Babey

his little smile 😭

this is the shit I wanted out of us not being locked to vm's pov.

ALL POINTS OF EGRESS, percy

okay but I started cackling unreasonably loudly bc "fuck a duck" has become my go-to swear, to the point my kid picked it up (oops) and now I can't remember if I possibly picked it up from liam the way I got "mother bitch" from laura

"eat a fuckin sandwich!" this world has not yet reached its sliced-bread revolution

I enjoy the implication that syngorn was worse than being under house arrest after having been attacked by a vampire while your teammate spews smoke out of his collar

"we could" "then why aren't we?"

vex: don't make me admit I have friends

mala: they missed vax's dagger? me: don't think about where he was hiding it

my partner: everlight more like NEVERLIGHT

the fact that they could have had pike snap at him for being a doof but no, she hugged him bc he's her FRIEND and she's SAD

thanks I hate it

THANKS I HATE IT

keyleth's "just us in here" could be taken sexually in any other context except here, where it's quite clearly "oh god I have to make CONVERSATION"

here, the third time watching this, I finally noticed he's building Bad News

percy how do you see with that glasses flare

this was always one of my favorite friendships. good to know it wasn't ENTIRELY marisha and taliesin's real-life chemistry

either they lied about matt not voicing every npc or they got a bunch of actors that sound a hell of a lot like matt

"I don't wanna wreck your shrine :("

oh! I finally spotted it!

I still don't know what these are. wights??

JACKALOPE

you CARRY gnome? you lift gnome like FOOTBALL?

TABLE

"a trigger? ew."

I hate it

the fact that pike got hit and STILL hung on to grog AND spit blood in its face

my GIRL

I love the way they're going with keyleth and pike, with her having to step up when pike's having to deal with her own stuff and realize what she's actually capable of

grog and his improvised weapon

"don't make us fight you, too"

table :(

I'm -

now I'm wondering if that's actually going to come back or if it was just a IYKYK thing

him got FRIENDS

leaving trinket behind? immersion broken, uninstalling

as much as I love him and always will, he IS the least wieldy animal companion possibly ever

let's see if I cry at pike's departure for a third time

I deeply love this interpretation of Pike leaving to help rebuild Sarenrae's worship base

"you're their light now" oh yep whoops there go the tears

scanlan :(

it's okay buddy you'll get your character development eventually

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

Consensual

This is a story set within my Bioshock Rebirth AU. A reimaging/reboot of the Bioshock franchise. https://geekgemsspookyblog.tumblr.com/post/626141727587270656/bioshock-rebirth-timeline-this-is-a-timeline-of-an Just as a heads up if anyone is wondering about the context. I’ve had some stories in my drafts for a long time now and I’m finally publicly sharing them.

First made on August 11th 2020. Just gonna post this. Be warned...kinky shit.

Also, the title was at first concessional. But I’m gonna change it to consensual. 

“Brigid, can we talk about something?” Elizabeth asked as she opened the door. It was Wednesday. Two days after she and Archie embraced each other. 

“Ah Elizabeth, yes you want to talk about something.” Brigid asked her. Elizabeth opened the door more and closed it behind her. She was in Brigid’s bedroom in their safehouse. Tenenbaum was making her bed. It was about 5 pm during that day. After helping Daisy and the Vox rearrange some things in Rapture.

“It’s something I want to talk to you about first. Before I talk to Archie about it.” Elizabeth told her. She seemed nervous. 

“You look nervous young one...it’s okay. You can talk to me.” Brigid told her as she sat down on the newly made bed. Patting the the bed with her left hand. To showcase Elizabeth can sit there. “The bed is fine. You can sit here.” Brigid wanted to reassure her of that. Elizabeth walked over towards her and sat down. She took a deep breath. “Is there something wrong? Don’t be nervous.” She told Elizabeth who was just staring at the ground.

Honestly hearing Brigid reassure her in that voice was always relaxing. Elizabeth liked speaking to Brigid. Because she would listen to what she wanna say. Despite how different they were. Tenenbaum wasn’t a person who would judge her. But she worried she would judge her for what she was about to say.

“I’ve been having these weird feelings....remember when were tied up?” Elizabeth asked her. “I’ve been thinking about it recently.” She continued on.

“Bad memories? I can understand that. There’s no shame in talking about it.” Brigid reassured her.

“Well it’s not just that.....but....I’m worried you’ll judge me.” She was playing with her ponytail. Mainly holding on to it. “I....think I kind of like it.” Elizabeth said. She look ashamed.

“You....liked it?” Brigid said. Seeming confused but surprised.

“Yeah just.....I mean....what happened to us was terrible. But I feel like since I’ve been tied up a lot. There was this weird feeling. In fact it popped up when I played Cops And Robbers with the girls.” Elizabeth told her. “It’s this...weird feeling. I like it just.....I’m sounding like a freak.” She continued on. Sounding like she was ashamed.

“No you’re not.” Brigid told her. Elizabeth looked up to her in surprise. “What happened to us was something no person should go through. But what you’re feeling now is....a liking to bondage.” Brigid told her.

“Bondage?” Elizabeth said. 

“It’s......let’s say a fetish some people like. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. But I do understand about people hiding it. Because they would feel embarrassed. There are people who like being tied up. It gives them pleasure. Or even to be or see someone they like in the same predicament.” Brigid told her.

“It’s...a thing? Do you know anyone who likes....bondage?” Elizabeth asked.

“...please don’t tell anyone.....but I’m one of those people.” Brigid told her. Elizabeth’s eyes widened. She never thought she was hear that from this woman. 

“Don’t lie to me? Are you being serious?” Elizabeth asked her.

“Yes.” She gave her a smug smile. Elizabeth just looked at the ground surprised. “But I prefer it when it’s not against my will. Elizabeth, you aren’t a freak. You’re a young woman who I think is exploring what gives her pleasure. That would seem normal for you. But don’t think you should be ashamed. Yet I won’t blame you if you don’t wanna tell anyone. Because it’s something people won’t admit. It’s like their secret pleasure.” Brigid continued on. “Yet you said you wanted to talk to me about this first before talking about it with Archie....are you wanting to tell him?” Brigid asked her.

“Yes...I want to....and I want him to tie me up.” Elizabeth said as she blushed. “I don’t know I’m worried he won’t like that and he won’t want to talk to me again.” Elizabeth said as she put her hands on her cheeks, closing her eyes as well. She was sounding paranoid. 

“Don’t think that.” Brigid said as she put her hands on Elizabeth’s shoulders. Elizabeth decided to look up at her. “From what I’ve seen. He loves you too much to consider that. Sure he might be flustered as he usually is. But I’m sure he’ll still accept you.” Brigid reassured her. “It will ease the stress you are feeling right now if you tell him. But it’s his choice if he wants to tie you up. Yet he still loves you.” 

“Thanks.” Elizabeth gave her a warm smile. She gave the woman a hug. Brigid hugged the woman back and stroked her hair. 

“You’re welcome my little one. I’m always here if you need to talk.” Brigid told her.

It was 30 minutes later. Archie was just folding some clothes in his room. Wearing the usual military jacket he had. He was putting away some extra clothes he got from Daisy had given to them so they wouldn’t wear the same clothes every day. 

“Hey Archie.” Elizabeth said as she came back into their room and shut the door. 

“Hey Liz...or Elizabeth....which name are you okay with?” Archie asked her. He was putting away the last of the clothes.

“Any is fine....hey Archie can I talk to you.” Elizabeth asked him. 

“Yeah sure, is there anything you need?” He walked over towards her and he was in front of her. Elizabeth tried to muster up the courage to talk. But she was looking red. She seemed very shy.

“Hey is something wrong? You can tell me.” Archie wanted to reassure her. She just looked to the left away from him. Then five seconds later she finally said it.

“Can you please tie me up?” Elizabeth asked him.

“Umm what?” Archie asked, sounding confused and even looking flustered. “Wait why?” 

‘Oh I’m so sorry.” Elizabeth said as she put her hands other face to hide her embarrassment. “I talked to Brigid about it first because I was worried you wouldn’t talk to me anymore if I asked that. She said I shouldn’t be ashamed, that you’ll love me still. But still just it’s so embarrassing why would you want a girl to ask you that?” Elizabeth continued on. It sounded like she was panicking. As if she just said something wrong. “I mean I’m liking the feeling I just don’t know. I worried you would think of me as a freak.” Elizabeth told him.

“Hey hey slow down. You’re not a freak. Don’t be ashamed to talk to me about that.” Archie said as he put his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t be embarrassed. While I’ll admit I’m surprised. Don’t think about yourself like that. But you’re saying...you want me to tie you up?” He asked her.

“Mainly because I want to be tied up by someone I really trust. I know I’ve been tied up before. But that was from people who weren’t really good people. Brigid told me it’s this thing called bondage....I just wanna try it out with you. Because I can trust you.” Elizabeth looked down at the ground in shame. 

“Hey....that’s okay. If you wanna do that. That’s fine, well....we can try. I don’t think I’ve done it before.” Archie told her. 

“Are you being serious?” Elizabeth asked looking at him in surprise.

“Yes.” Archie told her. They both smiled at each other. Brigid was right. He didn’t judge her. Yet she saw how flustered he was. 

“Thank you. But can we lock the door so the girls can’t see us please?” Elizabeth told him. 

He said sure and afterwards the two were just in that same room. Elizabeth wanted to go with the duct tape they had laying around. It was silver and perfect. She asked him to do her legs first and started binding her legs where he boots were at. They were nice and tight. But not too tight.

After that he asked if she wanted her hands tied in front of her or behind her. She said the back so he told her to stand up and turned around. He simply wanted to bind her wrists, nothing extreme. After that he soon stopped and ripped it off.

“Does that feel okay with you? Anything else?” Archie asked her.

“Yes. But no thank you. I don’t want my arms to hurt you know....so it’s time for the mouth.” Elizabeth told him.

“Yeah. Can you turn around please?” Archie asked her.

“Sure” Elizabeth told him as she turned around. Archie was just holding the roll. “Hey I wanna tell you something. When you gag me. Can you...hold me in bed? Kind of like we’ve done sometimes. But this time I’m tied up?” Elizabeth told him.

“Ummm yeah sure. If that’s what you want.” Elizabeth didn’t wanna do anything crazy. She just wanted to be held by him during this session. Because she really trusted him. “Hey do you want me to put something in your mouth first before you put tape on your mouth.” Archie asked her.

“No I’m good. I think it will be better without that. Yet one other thing...can you put lipstick on the gag please?” Elizabeth asked him and he just looked flustered.

“Lipstick?” Archie sounded confused and nervous.

“Lipstick yeah but red lipstick. It’s on that table over that. Brigid gave it to me. So after you put that tape on your mouth. Draw some lips on my mouth.....I just feel like.....it’s what they would call....sexy I guess. Besides you’ll have a mouth to look at.” Elizabeth told him.

“...okay.” Archie told her. He decided to rip a strip off of the roll of duct tape. After he put the roll down. He thoroughly placed the strip on her mouth as gently as possible. She felt his fingers and thumbs smooth that gag on her mouth. After that she just blushed. He was blushing too. Because he couldn’t believe he just did that. Especially she asked him to do that. But he just smiled. “You....like that?” He asked her.

“Ympsh.” Elizabeth nodded her head up and down to confirm she did like that. After that he went over to the table where the red lipstick was at. He carefully used the lipstick as he pushed it up. Then drew a pair of lips on her gag where her lips would be at. It felt like such a weird experience he was going through. Especially for Elizabeth. Despite she’s been through this in way. But those were different times. This time she asked to be tied up. 

“I guess...it’s time to get in bed.” Archie told her before he decided to pick her up bridal style. She was giggling up that gag. This felt like such a weird experience but she was strangely enjoying it. She was seeing how flustered Archie looked. 

“Well you’re in a giggling mood huh?” Archie told her.

“Ympsh.” Elizabeth said through her gag. They were laying on the bed. She was laying on him and he was below her. With her face close to his face. He just held on to her. 

Being held by him felt like a giant teddy bear. He was so soft with her. Archie tried to be careful with her. It was that tenderness she loved about him. She wanted to be in his arms for that. It was almost like a bear hug. But he was never rough.

“How do you feel right now? I know you can’t talk.” Archie asked her. 

“Mfpgh.” Elizabeth muffled through her gag. She just pet her head against his right cheek. Then Elizabeth had a crazy idea. She started to make some moans. Nothing too extreme. There was something hilarious about seeing a man like Archie fluster. He was so red. 

She moaned a little but again nothing extreme. But Archie had never thought this weird in his entire life. The man never had any sort of sexual experience like this. Sure he slept with her. But they didn’t do anything extreme. Mainly they would just hug each other, or talk to each other before going to bed. 

Even sometimes singing to him. Or listening to each other about random nonsense. Such as Elizabeth recalling a book she read. Or a movie Archie was mentioning he seen back on the surface. Even sometimes running each others fingers through their long hair. This was before they admitted their love for each other. 

Then something happened they didn’t plan for. “Mfpgh?” Elizabeth said through her gag. She felt something hit her body. It was coming from down Archie’s pants. Some how in some way.....Archie was feeling so aroused that he actually had a boner sticking out. 

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I’m sorry if you want to stop we can! We were getting so into the moment that I was starting to have this weird feelings-” Archie was trying to explain until Elizabeth cut him with with muffled laughing. He was surprised by that. She was actually laughing while being gagged.

He was acting so innocent but he didn’t mean to feel that aroused. Strangely Elizabeth was feeling aroused. But she never expected him to feel that aroused. Yet it was just funny seeing him trying to explain. He started to laugh a little too.

After that she actually got up to his face and kissed him on the lips. With her gagged lips. The man was more red. But then he kissed her her again. It felt weird to him in this moment. Kissing her on the lips with her gag on. But it was basically a passionate kiss. He just held on to her. 

This was a strange and wonderful experience. It was only 6:13 pm and the two were just playing around. She was just laying on him as he was laying down. He stroked her hair as they looked each other. It was something the two wouldn’t forget.

Funny enough.....they were both virgins. 

[novaimpactgenerator-blog]

First things first: Hello! Second: May I say your recent work on a request tugged my heartstrings so much that it inspired me to think of my own request of where the Lost Light's female human (giant sized thanks to Brainstorm's idea of sizing them up), Rung, Whirl are dealing with the Fort Max hostage situation, though this time the human is trying to calm Max down, but of course Whirl is trying to make sure Max doesn’t hurt Rung or her by making jabs at him so he could hurt him instead. (1/2)

A Hostage Situation:

“Wow! This is amazing, Brainstorm!” You examined yourself in the mirror with the teal and white scientist standing next to you. You were now able to stand up to his elbow joints and looked down at the device responsible for your new found size attached to your wrist. I reminded you of a digital watch except the time was replaced with height measurements and the side rim was a dial you could turn to adjust said measurements. However, it seemed like the current setting was the tallest.

“I really have outdone myself this time, haven’t I,” he stated smugly. “It was a bit difficult to figure out to expand your body since its made of flesh and not metal. Nothing I couldn’t handle though!”

“Well, thanks. I mean it. This will make living here with you guys a lot easier.” You then began to look over the bodysuit that Brainstorm had also made. It was able to change sizes with you. It was even in your three favorite colors! But the weapon specialist did say it could turn nearly invisible so you could wear other clothes over it.

“I have to go show everyone!” You then ran out of the lab to do just that. The entire crew was completely shocked since you had managed to keep this little project a secret. What could you, you wanted it to be a surprise. In total, it took about a few hours to find everyone. Well, almost everyone. You had yet to find Rung, Whirl, and, hell, even Fortress Maximus had managed to elude you. And he wasn’t exactly what you would call subtle.

You decided that you’d start with Rung, and made your way to the most obvious option. His office.

The walk was filled with the occasional exchange of pleasantries among those you passed, but mostly silence. You finally made it. His office was located near the end of the ship to it took a while.

You had just knocked on the door when a deep voice startled you.

“Y/n!? Is that you?” You whipped around to find one of the bots you were looking for, Fortress Maximus. You immediately placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart to calm it.

“Max! Oh, you scared me.” You gave a nervous grin as you looked up to meet his optics. But something was… off. He seemed nervous and kept glancing around as if someone was going to attack him. “Is everything all right, Max? You seem-”

“What are you doing here?” He said cutting you off, but you didn’t take it personally since he looked so shaken up.

“I came to see if Rung was here. I’ve been looking for him. You too, actually.”

“Listen, you need to leave now!” Fort Max bent down and whisper-yelled at you.

“What? Why?”

But the door behind you opened before Fort Max had the chance to respond, and you turned around the face whoever opened it. It was Rung. He looked at you and was utterly shocked that he could look straight ahead and lock gazes with you.

“Brainstorm,” you said absentmindedly.

“Oh, I see. That’s very extraordinary, but I’m actually in the middle of a session right now.” Rung said gesturing to the last bot you were looking for.

The helicopter gave a little wave with his claws. “Yo. Nice upgrade, Y/n. Now I don’t have to worry about stepping on you.”

You were about to laugh when Fort Max snarled in frustration behind you. Before you could turn around to see what was wrong the barrel of a very large gun was suddenly next to your head and pointing at Rung’s terrified face.

“M-Max! What are yo-” you tried to question, but he cut you off again. This time with a real yell.

“IN! NOW!” He shoved the barrel into Rung’s cheek to emphasize that he meant business.

Both you and Rung began to slowly back into the room and you heard Fort Max close the door behind him. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Whirl was crouched down and quietly making his way closer. And it seemed you weren’t the only one who noticed.

Fort Max jerked his gun to point it at the former Wrecker, who immediately threw stealth to the wind and charged at the armed bot with a battle cry. Fort Max fired a few shots at Whirl fully intent on blowing him away, but the blue chopper was nibble and dodged. “BRING IT, GLITCH!”

Whirl jumped over both you and Rung and tackled Fort Max into the door he had just closed. You two made a break for it to the furthest part of the room by the window. You wanted to help but knew you couldn’t.

You watched in horror as your two friends battled it out, and once Fort Max snapped out of his daze it was almost immediately over. What started as a fight turned into a beating for the smaller of the two, but he refused to fall even after his frame was wrecked to hell. Whirl was still struggling when the red-eyed Autobot ripped off his guns and wrapped his entire servo around his helm but went limp when the larger smashed the side of his helm into the wall.

“Whirl!” You cupped your mouth as you feared the worst. You were only slightly relieved when the ex-Wrecker groaned in pain, but Fort Max crushed that relief when he threw him to the middle of the room, beaten and broken and leaking energon. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You knew Cybertronians could survive a lot more than a human, but you didn’t know how much.

The huge grounder then stomped his way over to the two of you and you began to shiver in fear. You slammed your eyes shut when he started reaching out but instantly reopened them when you heard Rung cry out. He had him by the neck as the therapist tried to get away from his assailant.

“No!” You quickly grabbed the large black digits around Rung’s neck and tried to pry them off, but it didn’t deter him in the slightest. Fort Max pulled Rung closer and used his other hand to push you off. You could tell he didn’t put any real force behind his push but it was still able to knock you to the ground as he turned away.

“Max please!”

“Quiet, Y/n.” Max walked past Whirl and sat Rung down on the lounging chair. He then pulled a long reinforced cable from the subspace in his shoulder and began to tie down Rung.

“You don’t need to do this!”

“Yes. I do.”

“Why!?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then help me understand!… Please.” You made your way to Whirl to check on him. “Why are you doing this?”

“I said. Be. Quiet!” Fort Max then ripped a piece of pipe from the ceiling and speared it through Whirl’s abdomen as he attempted to get up. You couldn’t stop the shriek of terror as energon spattered across your face and body.

Whirl cried out in agony as Fort Max twisted the jagged metal through his delicate circuitry. You pounded your fists against the kibble around his shin while you pleaded and begged for him to quit harming the blue chopper.

Whirl groaned before he rebooted his vox, “Listen, Max. In the hope that this can still have a happy ending- and speaking as someone who appreciates the challenges of adjusting to postwar life- I just wanna say that there’s still time to do the decent thing and kill yourself.”

“W-Whirl, please stop. Don’t push him to hurt you mo-” You whispered to the injured Cybertronian, who only cut you off in return.

“Come on! Blow yourself away! Let’s see a spark-spasm up close!”

“Max! Please don’t listen to him! You can still fix thi-” Whirl interrupted you again.

“Fix this!? Don’t make me laugh! Unless he’s got some kind of time machine hidden under all that armor, I think the frag not! He can’t even fix himself, let alone this mess!” Whirl’s outburst made a growl escape Fort Max’s derma and he looked as though he were about to strike him before a look of realization spread across his faceplates.

“Clever. Trying to get me to lose my cool so you can get the chance to overpower me.”

Rung finally decided to speak up, “Actually, I think you might be crediting him with too much-”

“Seriously, all of this is a bit pathetic, isn’t it? Even for an epic, epic failure like you. I mean not only did you practically beg the Decepticons to take G9 off your hands, but you curled up into a ball the moment Overlor-” KUNCH

Fort Max smashed the barrel of his gun against Whirl’s face denting and crushing the metal around his optic.

“STOP!” You yelled, catching the grounder’s attention. However, it seemed that Fort Max shifting his attention away from Whirl only caused to the ex-Wrecker to vex his assailant more.

“Wow. If I’d known that was the best you’ve got, I would have said something genuinely offensive.” KUNCH “Ugh!”

“PLEASE, STOP IT!!!” You threw yourself at Fort Max’s stabilizer again and slammed your fists weakly against him while tears streamed down your face.

“Anything else?”

You thanked whatever self-preservation instincts Whirl had when he didn’t reply. You then glanced over to Rung to see him looking up. You followed his field of vision to see a small camera blinking in the corner. You slowly got up and stepped closer to Fort Max.

“Max. Please just listen to me. Whatever you’re doing this for, I’m sure there’s another way. You can stop this now and explain yourself and I’m sure everything will be okay.” You tried to sooth the metal giant by gently placing your hand over the servo that wasn’t holding a cannon at Whirl.

“You wanna know why I’m doing this, Y/n? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY!?” You flinched away when he leaned down to shout in your face, which seemed to make him calm down enough to lower his voice. “Fine… I’ll tell you why…”

Fortress Maximus then proceeded to tell all of you about Garrus 9, about Overlord, and about what he and his crew went through. All the torture and death. You finally understood.

“Oh, Max. You said you didn’t remember. Why didn’t you tell anyone the truth?” You stroked his servo while you looked up at him.

“Because, Y/n, I’m Fortress Maximus. I couldn’t just-”

“No one, and I mean no one, would have held it against you. What you went through wasn’t your fault and would affect even the strongest of bots. It’s okay to be mad. It’s okay to be scared. You have a right to be. And you have a right to want answers. But not like this.” You gestured to the other two bots in the room. “Not by hurting others.” You put your hand on top of the cannon and Max allowed you to slowly push it to point at the ground and away from Whirl, while his guilty optics stared into your gentle eyes. “Like how you were.”

Just as Fort Max’s grip was loosening to drop the weapon he snapped out of his trance. “No. It’s too late to go back now.”

Both you and Rung saw the darkness that took over his optics. “No, dON’T!” Rung tried to reason with him, but he ignored his therapist and grabbed you by the arm and flung you across the room.

Your scream was cut off when your spine collided with the wall next to Rung, who screamed your name. Your ears were ringing, so you felt more than heard the pounding of pede steps getting closer to you. You did, however, manage to make out the sound of Whirl yelling curses at the Autobot who threw you.

“YOU FRAGGER!!! YOU KNOW WHAT!?! SHE’S SO WRONG!!! ANYONE that could be beaten into submission by OVERLORD is nothing but a WEAK, SAD EXCUSE FOR A PATHETIC WASTE OF SPACE!!!”

By Primus, if Fort Max wasn’t pissed off already he sure was now. Your vision came back just in time to see the enraged look on Fort Max’s faceplates and you knew that was the last straw. Max whipped around and stomped back up to Whirl. He pointed the cannon directly at Whirl’s face and the barrel began to light up as it prepared to be fired.

“That’s ENOUGH out of you!” Fort Max moved his digit over the trigger, and in a burst of adrenaline, you lept to your feet and tackled the gun.

When Fort Max saw you, his optics widened in horror and he tried to let go of the weapon, but when you pulled it down with you his digit caught the trigger.

And the gun fired.

Your grip immediately fell from the smoking cannon and you stumbled back a few steps. Every bot in the room stared at you with wide optics. They could only watch in horrible awe as you looked down to see a large hole through your shoulder that was bleeding profusely.

With all the adrenaline pumping through your veins you could barely register the pain you were in. You slowly glance over at Whirl and Rung and gave a weary smile as they trembled in shock and horror.

“It’s going to be okay.” You mouthed silently at the two before return your attention to Fort Max. He trembled as he gaped at your bleeding shoulder and he dropped his gun and fell to his knees.

“What have I done?” Max clutched at his head as he began degrading himself.

“It’s okay, Max.” You started taking shaky steps as you kept the best smile you possibly could.

“No, stop. Don’t come any closer, Y/n.” He shook his head as he tried to shy away from you.

“I won’t leave you, Max. I’ll never leave you to deal with your demon alone ever again.” When you finally got close enough you fell forward and wrapped your arms around his neck as best as you could.

“Please… I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Fort Max kept his servos hovering around you as his plating rattled.

“I’m here for you. And I care for you too much to turn away from you. I love you, Max. We all do. We’re here for you. In our own ways.”

Once your slurred words sunk in, Fortress Maximus finally broke down and wrapped his servos around you as he began to sob.

You smiled gently while rubbing the back of his helm. Your mind and your body were quickly becoming more fatigued and your inner temperature was dropping from blood loss and you could feel yourself begin to lose consciousness. Using the last of your energy, you looked up at the camera, and even though you had no idea that Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Drift, and the entire crew were watching, you whispered, “I love you guys.”

And then you drifted into a cold, dark, dreamless void.

[rowan-yourboat]

Awaken

Who: Rowan & Charlie When: Sometime last week (?) Where: Rowan’s dorm room. What: Bodypaint. Enough said.

@erickson-charlie​

Rowan huffed as she closed the book in her hands, then looked pointedly at the blonde standing near the end of the bookcase. She had been trying to find a book for the best part of an hour, and her audience had been there for... She wasn't even sure how long, but it was becoming unnerving as the staring was highlighted by the almost complete silence of the library. "Are you gonna keep being a creep, or are you gonna come say hi?" She asked, her tone hushed.

Charlizard hadn't originally set out to annoy Rowan. At least, she was pretty sure she hadn't. There was a book, or an article, or something that she needed for one of her classes that she'd come to find, but after noticing Row at one of the tables she'd become distracted and decided to see how long she could get away with staring at her before she was noticed. Now that it had happened she slid into a chair opposite her and waved. "Hi."

Rowan , despite herself, couldn't help but smile. "Hi," she said with a little wave much like Charlie's. Leaning forward, she rested her chin on her closed fist and raised a playful eyebrow at the blonde. "Fancy meeting you here, Fabray."

Charlizard had to grin as Rowan echoed her wave. Wanting to stay in that spirit, she leaned forward and rested her chin on the opposite hand to mirror Rowan's movements. "I know, it's hard to believe but I do occasionally come to the library. I try not to let anyone find out, though."

Rowan grinned, Charlie's playful mood infectious as always. "Gotta protect the careless delinquent facade, I assume." Reaching out with her free hand, she tapped the blonde's arm twice. "I would say your secret is safe with me, but... I'm not sure you've earned my silence just yet."

Charlizard nodded, her grin obvious. "Exactly. I mean, it's a carefully cultivated image, I can't just give that away for nothing." She reached out and tapped Rowan's arm twice as well, continuing the game of mirror she'd begun. "Oh yeah? And what do I need to do to earn that?"

Rowan narrowing her eyes slightly as the touch was mimicked by the blonde, Rowan continued. "Well, that's easy. All you have to do is help me find the most obscure historical subject you can, but it has to be backed by at least one piece of irrefutable proof of it happening." She was well aware that her answer was not something Charlie would've expected, and basked on that small fact.

Charlizard considered that for a moment. It wasn't in the least what she'd expected to hear from the other girl, but if there was one thing that reading reddit and internet lists had left her with over the years it was obscure and useless knowledge. "The Vox in Rama. Issued by Pope...shit. Gregory? Something like that. He called for complete elimination of black cats because they were instruments of the devil. Without that, the black plague wouldn't have ravaged Europe." The papal bull was irrefutable proof, at least she assumed, and she narrowed her eyes in response

Rowan eyes widened. She had not been expecting Charlie to rise up to the challenge, not because she thought the girl was dumb, but didn't think she would bother. "You... Have just made my life so much easier for the next couple of weeks." Pulling out a notebook and pen from her bag, she scribbled furiously, then closed the notebook with a grin. "Thanks, seriously. Now I'll have more free time for other things."

Charlizard felt a bolt of pride at Rowan's surprised reaction, glad that she'd been able to pull something out of her brain that both surprised her and helped. She might not have been the academic star that Row was, but she could do better if she actually considered it worth trying. "First off, you're welcome - I'm glad I had one that you hadn't heard of. Second, what kind of other things are you going to have more time for? Because I can think of a few."

Rowan leaned closer, her smirk both lazy and downright dirty; a combination only Charlie had been able to get such an expression out of her. "I'm pretty sure that's not the kind of subject to discuss in a library. So..."

Charlizard leaned in as well, still mirroring Rowan's posture although a little bit more unconsciously than before. "Oh? I think it'd be very educational, so it seems like the perfect place for it. Besides, as long as we do it quietly we can discuss lots of things here..."

Rowan 's eyebrow slowly rose high on her forehead. "Is that so? Do tell, then, what it is that you'd like to discuss?"

Charlizard hadn't planned on trying to get Row worked up in the library, but now that it had occurred to her she found the idea was more than a little bit appealing. "What would I like to discuss. I think we should discuss the next time I'm going to come to your room so I can ride you again. I think we should discuss how gorgeous your eyes are when you're turned on. And I really think we should discuss the way your ass looks in jeans."

Rowan narrowed her eyes with a huff. "You really like to play dirty, Fabray." She said, not even trying to hide the effect Charlie's words had on her. She was weak for the blonde, and Rowan knew it would be her downfall. She put her notebook and pen back in her bag, then stood up briskly. "Come on, I can't exact my revenge in such a public place."

Charlizard felt a little bad about going so heavy right off the bat, but Row had pushed her a little and she'd felt the need to push back even if it hadn't been particularly deserved. "I know," she admitted softly, studying Rowan's reaction and not minding what she saw one bit. Following her instructions without complaint, Charlie stood and waited to be led out of the library. "I'm looking forward to this revenge."

Rowan breathed out a chuckle, shaking her head and - after hesitating only for a beat, offered her hand to the blonde. "Come on, you weirdo." If people gaped as they watched Rowan actually holding someone's hand down the halls, she didn't particularly care. As soon as they were in her room, she pushed Charlie against the closed door and kissed her, only to dance away as soon as the blonde tried to deepen it. "Snacks and drinks are in the minifridge, if you want anything. I'm gonna change really quickly."

Charlizard was only slightly taken aback by the public offering of Row's hand, and very happy to take advantage of the opportunity. She followed along, not making a spectacle of their joined hands but not hiding them from anyone who walked by, either - people could say what they wanted, she didn't much care about that except for Row's sake. When the door closed and her back immediately met it with a bump, Charlie had barely a taste of Row's mouth before it was gone and she was offered snacks. It was a great move, and one that Charlie had to appreciate. "I'll be here," she promised.

Rowan wasn't bothered by the presence of Charlie in her room as she changed. The skirt, blazer, and tie were carefully put away, while she kept the plain white button up on and the back boyshorts. "So... What do you wanna do?"

Charlizard took the opportunity to nab a drink of water from the minifridge and sip gently at it while Rowan changed; she definitely needed a drink to enjoy that view for as long as possible. God, Row was gorgeous in ways that took her by surprise every time she got a chance to appreciate them - and the combination of button up shirt with black boyshorts was all kinds of sexy. "I thought I spelled it out for you in the library. Me riding you. The look in your eyes while it happens."

Rowan 's smile morphed into a smirk as she slowly made her way closer to the blonde. With deliberately slow movements, she took the bottle of water out of her hands and put it aside, then pressed closer until Charlie was trapped between her and the door. "It'll be a fun change to not be the one doing the riding." A kiss, slow and deep; sensual.

Charlizard watched with eager eyes as Rowan began to step toward her, doing her best not to drool as the water bottle disappeared from her hand and she was pressed against the door. God damn, did she love it when Row took control of their encounters. If she'd been pressed Charlie would have identified herself as a switch, but for Row? A sub, every single time. There was no time to answer before she was drowning in the kiss, her whole body thrumming under her touch.

Rowan was an absolute goner for Charlie and she knew it. There was something indescribable and utterly intoxicating about having the blonde so pliant under her ministrations. She pressed her body harder against the blonde's, hands bunching up the lapels of her blazer before pushing the garment off of Charlie's shoulders; the girl was terribly overdressed.

Charlizard let out a low, needy moan as she was pushed more firmly against the door, her eyes dark with need. In that moment she'd offered her complete surrender, willing to go wherever Row wanted to take her. Losing clothes was definitely a good first step, because everything she had on felt binding and constricting against skin that very much needed to be touched. Without moving from her position against the door, she shrugged out of the blazer and let it fall where it may; the condition of her school uniform wasn't exactly high on her priority list just then.

Rowan hummed as she kissed a trail from Charlie's incredibly soft lips, over the sinful curve of her jaw, and down to her neck. Her hands refused to stay idle too, playfully popping the buttons of the white shirt one by one in between teasing touched peppered here and there. "Say, Fabray, are you ticklish?"

Charlizard let out an alternating series of gasps and whimpers as Row's lips trailed down to her jaw and onto the incredibly sensitive skin on her neck. Her hands stayed down and away, not wanting to touch the other girl unless she was invited to - she was falling more than a little into a subspace she didn't mind occupying. Each pop of a button on her shirt made her shiver anew, and the touches between them made her whole body burn. "Behind my knees," Charlie admitted softly. "That's about the only spot."

Rowan smiled against supple skin, her answer cryptic as could be, "Good, I didn't plan to go there, so this works out." The white shirt and skirt joined Charlie's jacket, her bra and socks somewhere among the pile too. Playful as ever, she pushed the blonde onto the bed and took a long moment to simply stare. "My gosh, you're... gorgeous," she said, the awe real. "And now that I have you where I want you, I need to get something. Don't move." Going to her dresser, she pulled out a long, plain black box, and presented it proudly to her friend with a grin. "No, it's not a dildo, it's even better. Bodypaint!"

Charlizard was desperate to know what had prompted the question, but in her current state she didn't think to ask. "I'm glad to hear it," she smiled instead, her clothes vanishing quickly enough under Rowan's touch that she had to wonder if there was some sort of magic involved in getting her naked that quickly. Charlie was easily pliable, and laid down on command - a decision rewarded by the look in Row's eyes and the compliment that made her blush. "Definitely not moving," she agreed without the slightest hesitation, only propping herself up on her elbows a little to watch what was happening around her. The box was suggestive of one thing, one that was quickly ruled out, and Charlie's eyebrows raised as she pondered that. While a dildo might have been more immediate fun, the idea of all the touching that would happen for her to be painted wasn't bad at all. "I had no idea you were an artist," she smiled lazily. "But being your canvas does sound fun."

Rowan snorted, "I'm as much of an artist as I am straight, which should tell you enough but too late to back out now, Fabray!" Leaving the box on the bed, she happily sprinted to get a hand towel and dampened it a bit with the help of a bottle of water. All the tools needed at the ready, she straddled Charlie's hips, her grin almost maniacal. "I can draw a mean stick figure."

Charlizard put her arms up, keeping them out of Rowan's way as she got together everything she needed. "I'm not backing out, I was just curious," Charlie insisted. She was actually deeply curious to see what could be produced with a combination of the paint and her body. "Ooh, a stick figure. I am prepared to be deeply wowed by your art skills, and I hope you've got a camera nearby to take pictures when you're done."

Rowan wagged her eyebrows, an action made even sillier by the ridiculous grin she was still sporting. "Let's see if I still get some after I'm done with you." Concentrating on the drawing was... incredibly difficult. It wasn't Rowan's fault that Charlie was just so distracting, that her body broke out in goosebumps under the touch of her paint-coated fingers, and that her lips looked so damn kissable whenever she said something stupid and made the blonde smile. "You are incredibly detrimental to my artistic abilities, you know that?" She asked against tempting lips, teasing them with the tip of her tongue."

Charlizard was floating a little, still in the headpace she'd been in after being shoved up against the door, but it didn't keep her from laughing loudly when Row wiggled her eyebrows. There was something about the childish gesture that looked so damn cute on her, and Charlie loved it. "You can get some anytime you want," she promised, not even hesitating in that reply. Her arms stayed carefully above her head as she watched the master at work, but with each touch of cool paint-covered fingers it grew harder and harder not to react by wriggling around underneath her. "And yet, that doesn't seem to be stopping you," their lips were brushing, but not making the contact she needed - but the touch of Rowan's tongue helped a lot with that.

Rowan scrunched up her nose, smiling even with her eyes. She was happy; plain and simple. "Nah, I'm in too deep now to back out or stop. This masterpiece must see the light of day." Stealing a deep, long kiss, before going back to running her fingers all over Charlie's exposed skin. The blonde was so going to judge her for it, but Rowan would embrace it all. "Are you gonna take a go at me with the paint too? There's plenty and my body is ready."

Charlizard loved to see that look on Rowan's face. She truly, deeply cared for her and seeing her happy made Charlie happy in return. "It must!" she agreed. "It's not like da Vinci ever stopped making masterpieces just because people were annoying him." The kiss distracted her for a moment, but those fingers on her skin were impossible to ignore. Honestly, as long as Row kept touching her she didn't mind having no idea what it was going to look like when it was over. "If that's something you want, I am a hundred percent going to do that. I already have an idea I think is going to be hilarious."

Rowan tried her best to recall how the damn thing was supposed to look like as she kept on slathering mostly green paint on Charlie's body. Resisting the temptation to stop every now and then to steal a kiss was all but impossible, but after almost an hour of working diligently, her masterpiece was done. "I am finished! Hold on, I gotta take a picture to show you." Wiping her fingers as best as she could with the towel, she then reached for her phone and stood above the blonde. It took far too much effort not to laugh, but she held the giggles back as she sat astride Charlie's lap again and showed her the photo. "I promise it's a chameleon, or at least it was supposed to be." Perhaps the most ridiculous part was the lizard's eyes ending up being recreated on Charlie's breasts.

Charlizard was eternally patient as Row worked, mainly because she kept getting paid in kisses and because she'd been asked to stay that way. Short of jumping off a bridge there weren't many things that she could tell Charlie to do that wouldn't be immediately done, without hesitation or protest. She had no idea what was taking shape on her body, but she had faith that the final product would be well worth it - and the touches that had been laid along her body all the while were absolutely a good thing. When Row indicated she was finished, Charlie stretched as carefully as she could and waited for her to take her photo. It took a bit of squinting, but she could see what the intent had been. "I like it! Looks like we've got an up and coming artist in the place! I especially," she giggled, "like the highlighting of my boobs. That's an excellent artistic choice."

Rowan broke into giggles. Charlie was being silly while she had gone full stupid with the paint. "I also think the highlight of your boobs was a brilliant idea, but the rest is crap. You can say it, I won't get offended by the truth." Leaning down, she kissed the blonde sweetly. "Thanks for going along with my dumb idea. It's been fun."

Charlizard felt more loved in that moment, as Row leaned down to kiss her, then she could have imagined being at the start of the year. "It's not crap, though, it's better than I'd have done using my fingers. Trust me, my kindergarten finger paintings were not fridge-worthy." Which was mostly because the Fabrays didn't put things on their fridge, but still. "You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me. I like being here, and I like spending time with you. I had a great time."

Rowan lingered in place, looking at Charlie in suspended silence. Something about what the blonde had said ticked her the wrong way, leaving a sort of sour taste on her mouth. What it was, Rowan wasn't sure, but another stolen kiss help push away the bitter feeling. "Come on," she started, pulling Charlie onto a sitting position before she was the one laying down on her back, topless. "Your turn, Fabray."

Charlizard wasn't sure how to interpret the look Row was giving her. Something had altered the mood, and she didn't know whether it was her or Row that had changed it. Fortunately, the kiss that was stolen a moment later seemed to clear the air a little. With their positions switched, she gave Row's body a hungry look before reaching for the paint. "Alright. I have this plan, but we're going to see if it's as funny in real life as it is in my head." She started in the middle of her chest, drawing thick circles around her breasts and trying not to lose focus as she watched them react to her touch. "I'm going to go all the way down to your feet and up to your face with this, is that okay?"

Rowan nodded, trying not to make too big of a deal of the way her body immediately started reacting to Charlie's touch. Harder said than done; way harder. "My body is your canvas, do as you please." Arms above her head, Rowan closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations of warm fingers and the coolness of the paint.

Charlizard grinned. "Your wish is my command, babe." She watched the goosebumps ripple across Row's skin as she traced a single line down her stomach with the paint, dabbing her finger again and branching out to run a thin line down each of her legs to the end of her toes. With fresh paint she made her way up to the neck, outlining her face and then joining the line on her neck up each arm to her fingertips. Leaning back, she worried at her lip for a moment and nodded. "Perfect!" She snapped a quick photo and offered it to Rowan. "You're a stick figure!"

Rowan knew right then and there, as she took the phone in her hand and stared at Charlie's masterpiece, that she was in deep shit. When someone turned you into a stick figure and all you wanted was to kiss them stupid and frame the picture, well... Yeah. "Oh, my god. It IS perfect! I cannot believe I'm saying this, but it should be seen by the entire world."

Charlizard grinned, glad to see that Rowan appreciated what she'd done and the thought she'd put into it. "You absolutely should," she agreed, beaming down at her. "But then, if the entire world saw you I'd probably have to get jealous. Or at least grumpy. Because my stick figure art isn't for just anyone."

Rowan cocked an eyebrow. "Gee, and here I was thinking you were gonna say you didn't want to share me with just about anyone. I see how it is." The smitten smile gave away the teasing nature behind her words. Pictures taken to record their strange afternoon, she pulled Charlie down flush against her body, kissing her with everything she had.

Charlizard laughed softly, any tension in the words eased by the smile that came with them. "That would have been a much more romantic thing to say. Pretend I said that and we can move on." She let the phone drop and hoped it was onto something soft as she was pulled down, their bodies doing an efficient job of smearing the paint they both wore. Part of Charlie wanted to warn Row about her sheets, but with their bodies pressed tightly against each other and her kiss searing into Charlie's brain, that went out the window just as quickly. Instead, she reached up, tangling her fingers in Rowan's dark hair.

Rowan giggled into the kiss as a thought suddenly sparked in her brain. She pushed the blonde back slightly with a shit-eating grin. The paint jobs were... A mess already, but distinguishable enough for Rowan. She pointed at the blonde's face, "Charlie", then at the smeared green blob on her chest, "lizard. Charlie, lizard. Charlizard!"

Charlizard was charmed rather than put off as she felt giggles against her lips. The sound of them was cute beyond all measure, and she wondered just how deeply she was already into trouble with her feelings for Row. She watched as a finger was pointed at her face and her chest in turn, not quite getting what she was meant to until it was actually spoken aloud - at which point she burst out laughing, burying her face in Rowan's neck to muffle it. "Oh my god, you're a genius," she wheezed through her laughter. "I am absolutely Charlizard!"

Rowan smiled blindingly, feeling proud of her accomplishment as Charlie broke into laughter. The feeling of having the blonde tucked against her neck, laughing uproariously because of some stupid joke she had said, made something dormant awaken within her. It was warm and yearning, making her happy like she hadn't been in such a long time. She'd give anything to stay in that moment, surrounded by happiness and the distinctive smell she had come to associate with Charlie. Yes, she really was a genius. "My Charlizard."

Charlizard was free, in ways she'd always searched for and never found. Coming to Erickson should have been the worst fate imaginable, and somehow instead she'd found her way to Rowan - been pulled out of her shell, exposed as the real person behind the attitude that she wore like armor and learning not to be afraid of that idea. As she lay there, still giggling as she tried to catch her breath, the moment felt monumental in a way she didn't truly understand. Whatever the root of it was, though, she wanted to experience it again. "Your Charlizard," she agreed softly, dusting soft kisses on Row's neck.

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For Your Own Good

This is a story set within my Bioshock Rebirth AU. A reimaging/reboot of the Bioshock franchise. https://geekgemsspookyblog.tumblr.com/post/626141727587270656/bioshock-rebirth-timeline-this-is-a-timeline-of-an Just as a heads up if anyone is wondering about the context. I’ve had some stories in my drafts for a long time now and I’m finally publicly sharing them.

This has been in my drafts since August 24th 2020...this was one of the drafts I was very hesitant to share...even though I have shared this with friends and I’ve made some edits. It’s good one of my friends @fishtankinhouse liked it. Her support means so much like other friends who I have shared with this. But I worried too much of what my Bioshock followers would think of it...

But alias, I am a paranoid person. Including I have thought of just posting some of these drafts because I’m so focused on the FNAF franchise now. Especially this AU has it’s fans. So here’s one of the drafts I was very nervous to share with you all. 

Be warned. Including when I talked to Fishtankinhouse about this. This story while contains nothing extremely NSFW...but it’s on the focus of a man who is clearly experiencing PTSD and he does some things that are not good. Some aspects are the reason why I am not tagging it with other character tags. But that’s me being paranoid. 

The week when Sofia Lamb took over Rapture was a startling one. Including with the Vox trying to fight back. But due to the Big Sisters they can’t fully beat them. Now with Archie and others trying to save Eleanor Lamb from Sofia. Including to reunite Subject Delta with his Little Sister. But also to some how transform Johnny Topside into a normal human being again. The man that was the reason Archie had a normal life in a way. Right now things weren’t as intense. Yet unknown to everyone. Archie was suffering the aftermath his interactions with Atlas. Who had turned out to be Frank Fontaine. With Archie learning his whole life was a lie, and among other things. He tried to keep his PTSD to himself. Not wanting to worry the people around him.

But what got worse...it was seeing HIM again. He couldn’t understand if who he was seeing was real. He had killed him personally, he died right in front of his own eyes....yet he appeared like a ghost. What was worse...Frank wasn’t speaking in his real voice. But that Irish accent that Archie found comfort in hearing over a radio. Now it was a haunting memory that plagued him.

Today...Archie would be doing something he would regret for a long time. Despite his intentions were good. He was sitting on a table in the middle of Tenenbaum’s safehouse. Most of the little sisters were with Delta, Daisy and Grace. He just had his hands on his face thinking. Things had gotten worse. The paranoia was getting to him. There were two things that were important to him. Brigid and Elizabeth. The kids were safe but the memories of what happened to those two women a while back affected him. What happened to his, “Family” after he left them with Atlas.

He heard the door open from upstairs, and he put his head up. A person who had came down was Elizabeth. She smiled when seeing him.

“Archie!” She said as she went over to hug him. But seeing him down made her question what was wrong. “Hey are you alright?” She asked him. “You look down....you wanna tell me something?” Elizabeth asked him as she sat in a chair near the table.

“No...I think I’m good. I’m just tired.” He told her. Despite what his actual feelings were.

“Oh okay....still you can tell me if you want. I can see your tired. But I thought you can go out with me search for other ways we can get to Sofia or something. Or even something to help Delta.” She told him. “We can help out some of the Vox if we can. I’d thought you can join me since we usually go together.” She continued on.

Hearing that made him nervous and he started to think some things. The paranoia was getting to him.

“Actually.....if you don’t mind. How about you stay behind.” He told her.

“....what?” She sounded surprised. “Hey it’s safe out there right now. There’s no Big Sisters or whatever else out there. Besides Grace is with us and it’s like a safe haven where those girls are at. We can visit them on the way if we can. Whatever you want to do. Besides I have your back like you have mine.” Elizabeth said.

“No...I really think you should stay in the shelter. While I go out. It’s better for you.” Archie told her. The look on Elizabeth’s face started to change. What was confused and then turned to a smile...turned to surprise and a little bit of disappointment.

“Why? Just...we’ve been going out of this safehouse for so long and now you want me to stay inside. Yet after what we’ve been through and you’re saying it’s better for me...I’m sorry I’m a little offended.” Elizabeth said sounding a little annoyed.

“No please understand I’m just trying to keep you safe. I’m trying to protect you-” Archie said.

“Well I’m trying to protect you too but I never said you should stay here.” Elizabeth told him. “That’s unlike you to say that. You have never said that. You never mind me being by you but now you’re saying that.” Elizabeth continued on.

“Listen please just say inside.” Archie told her.

“....no I am not. If you’re going out. I’m going to protect you like I always have. Like you always did with me. I don’t know why you’re wanting be a lone wolf right now.” Elizabeth told him sounding more angry.

“Jesus Christ just listen it’s for your own good okay now stop arguing with me!” Archie raised his voice a little.

“For my own good!? Are you kidding me? Don’t you dare tell me that it’s for my own good! You’re just like Ryan!” Elizabeth told him. Archie look confused. He didn’t know how to respond to something like that.

“Listen if you want to stay inside that’s fine. But I’m going despite what you’re saying.” She told him as she got up from the chair and began marching towards the stairs. Archie began to panic, he got up from his chair.

“Wait please just listen.” He said as he gently tries to stop her.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE!” She yelled as she looked back at him. “I’M NOT GONNA BE TRAPPED AGAIN!” She yelled again as she was risking opening a tear in her anger. Seeing this he had to make a move. Either stop her, or risk the shelter being destroyed. He moved fast seeing this.

All of a sudden, both of her arms were grabbed and the tear wasn’t being opened. Elizabeth was surprised by this and started freaking out.

“WAIT ARCHIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? LET ME GO! HELP!” Elizabeth cried out for help despite it wouldn’t of worked. She tried to get out of his arms. But he was unusually strong for who he was. He had a firm grip on her arms.

“I’M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU! YOU GOT THAT!” He raised his voice. She tried kicking her legs and moving as much as he can. But he had a very good grip on her. He held on to her and tried to find whatever to bind her. The duct tape on the table. He quickly used it to bind her arms and legs. But nothing extreme. He carried her and she was still yelling, he quickly took a strip of duct tape put it over her mouth.

“STOP DOING THIS HELP-MFPFGH!” Elizabeth cried out before being gagged. He just carried her, she tried squirming. Then they both heard someone.

“Elizabeth!?” It was Tenenbaum. She had gotten back safely from the train. Archie had to think quick. So he went to the room he and Elizabeth slept in and left her there. He closed the door and then to see Brigid walking fast down the stairs.

“Archie! Did you hear Elizabeth? She was yelling for help! Where is she at?” She asked him. “Wait did someone took her? How?” She continued on.

He couldn’t answer her, and then he tried to. “Elizabeth needs to stay here for her own safety. Trust me it’s for her own good.” He told her.

“What? No...that doesn’t make sense. Why would she need to stay here? It’s safe out there right now-” Tenenbaum talked before being interrupted by a kick to Elizabeth’s door and muffled screaming.

“Archie...is she in there? Archie what did you do?” Brigid started to ask him. Her voice started to get more worried as he face of fear slowly turned to anger.

“Listen just please understand she needs to stay here.” Archie told her, with him sounding worried.

“Archie! Did you tie up Elizabeth!? I’ll tell Sinclair or whoever else! Let me go in there to see Elizabeth!” Tenenbaum started yelling at him and then she noticed the duct tape he was holding. She should of noticed earlier.

“Archie...you didn’t! ARCHIE!” Tenenbaum said as she started insult him in Russian and German. He started to panic but thought quick. So he quickly ran towards her and grabbed her.

“ARCHIE!” She yelled out in confusion and anger. Archie didn’t want to hurt her. She was yelling and he grabbed her. Brigid couldn’t find back. But compare to Elizabeth, Brigid was tougher. So Archie had to really think about binding her up. He amazingly taped her thighs and calves together, forcing her to hug her knees and taping up her wrists to her legs and around her back like a ball. She kept yelling for help and insulting him in Russian and German. But he quickly went to the kitchen where he grabbed a sponge from under the sink. The sponge she even used to clean Delta if he was here. Brigid saw what he was gonna do.

“ARCHIE PLEASE DON’T STOP-MFPGH!” She said as he put the sponge into her mouth. He quickly wrapped the tape around her as best as possible. But he didn’t want to get that tape on her hair.

“My God I’m so sorry Brigid. Please forgive me.” He said to her as she was trying to yell through her gag. After he finished wrapping the silver tape around her mouth, he carried her to the pantry. She kept squirming. “Listen understand why I’m doing this. I’m trying to protect you two okay. You’ll be safe here. I’m gonna make sure Elizabeth doesn’t escape.” He told her as he put her down and closed the door on her. But he could still hear muffling screaming.

After that he went to the room Elizabeth and him would share. After Elizabeth was ungagged, she asked what he did to Brigid. He told her he tied and gagged her as well. She tried to get away but she couldn’t. Yet he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. In the room there was a soft armchair in that same room. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable while she was gone.

At first, Elizabeth was angry and fuming at him when he first bind and gagged her. But now during this as he sat her in the chair and her legs were still tied. Her tone changed. As she had become more sadder and scared for him. Especially when he started to tape her wrists to the arms of the chair. She couldn’t move them and he made sure they kept her there.

“Archie...I don’t know what’s gotten into you...but please let me go. Including let Brigid go please. We won’t tell anyone just please stop.” She told him as her voice sounded more sad.

“No you’re staying here. Please understand why I’m doing this.” He said as he done taping her wrists then going to a small table where he could find a small rag to gag her with.

“Oh God please no don’t. I won’t scream. I’ll be quiet please just please stop-mfpgh.” She was begging him before he gently put the gag in her mouth. He didn’t wanna make her feel uncomfortable. So he was careful with gagging her. After that he ripped a strip of duct tape from the tape roll. He smoothly placed the strip over he lips with his hands. Making sure it would stick on there. It was perfect. Just smoothing it with his thumbs. She was thoroughly gagged.

“No I’m sorry I’m not risking it. I know you would try to call for someone. But don’t worry I made it as comfortable as possible.” Archie told her. He stepped back to get a full look at her. She was in her usual student look or so. During that moment as she just stared at him. There was no longer anger. But right now, she was feeling hurt inside. That someone she loved so much and trusted did this to her. It felt like a betrayal of the deep trust they had.

She tried muffling to him and soon started to cry. But unknown to her as Archie just stood and watched her. He saw someone pop up to the left corner of his eye.

“Ah boyo....I’m proud of you honestly. Didn’t think you had it in ya. Gonna say that’s some fine work you did there. While I would of been rougher with her bounds. But still Arch...you make me proud.” Atlas was at his left side and saying this.

He knew he wasn’t real. This was just in his mind. But it bothered him. Archie tried to ignore it. Not even wanting to give the man attention.

“I’m also impressed you tied up Mother Goose. She was a tough cookie but good job lad. I loved how you put a sponge in her mouth. The one she actually used to clean Topside. I thought I was nasty gagging her with something that had my saliva in it. But you know Arch I was thinking. Your girl is tied up here. This is a once in a lifetime chance...unless she got taken again.” He was saying and then walked behind Elizabeth.

“I mean this is your chance right now. What about you do what any man would do.” He smugly looked at the young man as Atlas admired the terrified and sad young girl. “I mean nothing extreme right now. Maybe play with her boobs or look up her skirt. Or even give her a big messy kiss on that gag of hers. Trust me, I’m sure she’ll secretly love it.” He started to come back to Archie. “She’s just secretly trying to be desperate. I’m sure her big teddy bear would love to make out with her while she’s safe.” Atlas said as he walked around him back to his left.

“Please just shut up.” Archie then told him.

“Ah come on she had you tie her up once. This is just the next phase of that. Instead of you giving her a big soft hug as she just loves being close to you. How about be a little rough with her. It’s what I would of done. In fact how about give Tenenbaum a nice time. I’m sure she’ll love it too that our son started making up with her.” Atlas said with a smile.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Archie yelled at him....but there was nobody there. He just yelled at the wall. After that he then turned back to Elizabeth who started to whimper because of that yell. Her eyes were closed and she was actually crying.

“Please that wasn’t towards you I didn’t yell at you.” Archie walked to her to comfort her.

“MPFGH!” Elizabeth turned her head to the left and had her eyes closed. She didn’t wanna look at him. At the moment she felt terrified right now. This hurt Archie inside personally. Seeing that yell got her to be afraid.

“Please....understand that wasn’t towards you.” He said as he put his hands on her shoulders. She slowly started to look back towards him because of what he said. “I was yelling at someone else but I don’t know if you would understand.” He really wanted to make sure she felt safe. He just looked into her eyes for a good 10 seconds.

After that he gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then stroked her hair and wiping her tears with his fingers. “I love you so much....I never wanna hurt you. You mean so much to me. I’ll make sure that I’m careful as possible out there. I’m gonna search around in Rapture. Once things are safer, I’ll release you. In fact I’ll have Sinclair check up on you to keep you safe.” Archie was just holding her face. She felt that softness he usually brought her. “You’re going to be fine. But you have to say here. I don’t want you to be hurt.” He told her sounding sad in his voice.

After that he soon started to leave and turned off the lights, closing the door as Elizabeth started to whimper again.

As time went on, Elizabeth could only think to herself as she was stuck bound and gagged. What did he mean that he was yelling at someone else? Why was he acting like this? He never acted like this before. “Oh my God...why did he do this?” Elizabeth was thinking to herself.

She tried getting out of her bounds. Including she tried yelling through her gag. Hoping someone would hear. But it wasn’t working. He made sure the tape was bound tight and her gag was good enough. She felt thankful he didn’t make it tighter. Yet her mind was thinking so many things. But she wanted to understand his real reasoning behind this.

“HLPFHGH! HFLGHPH!” She yelled through her gag and started sobbing. She was so confused. But frightened as well. Yet even after that, she worried for his safety. She always worried about him. Because she watched his back and he watched her. Now for the next hour she would just have to sit there. The other thing on her mind if Brigid was hearing this.

In the pantry, Brigid tried getting out of her uncomfortable state. Being bound and gagged in a some what dusty and lightless cramped space. She needed to clean it. She tried yelling through the gag. Even trying to yell to Elizabeth in case. “ELIFHGZBEGHG!” The woman tried yelling her name. Because she was deeply concerned about that young woman.

She cared for her little ones despite how she thought of herself. But Elizabeth mattered too. It didn’t matter if she was 16 years older than the girl. She was like another daughter of hers. Someone who she knew from birth and watched her grew up. The fact Elizabeth showed kindness to her despite everything Brigid did said so much. They were different women. But like her little ones, she had this maternal instinct over the young woman. Especially when she saw Atlas get too close to her. Saying certain things and not wanting her to go through the same things she went through with Frank.

Especially she felt responsible about Elizabeth’s mother dying during birth. She wasn’t supposed to die, but the guilt grew with Brigid. She felt responsible to take care of that child. Including she was the reason she suggest Comstock for her last name.

The other thing she had worried about why Archie did this. The person who was the closest she had to an actual son did this. She started having her fears. Was he still being brainwashed? She tried her best to make sure he was in a normal state. What if Fontaine had a backup plan for him to do something. What if this was that result. That possibly if Frank was killed. Jack or in this case Archie was his back up plan. Yet he acted like he wasn’t being controlled.

She tried her hardest to get out of those bounds. Using every ounce of her strength. Especially to make sure Elizabeth was okay. Including the fear of what if Archie planned to tie up her little ones. But because of her trying so hard. There was growing pressure on her bladder. She was in a panic about wetting herself if she was found. She then decided to ease down on trying to get out of her bounds.

Brigid didn’t wanna panic so much. But was bringing up so many memories. She soon stopped yelling through her gag. Now she was just sitting there. But as she did, she felt the taste of the sponge. It reeked of salt, rust, oil, and other chemicals. God it was gross....but she was reminded of Delta. Thinking of the Big Daddy made her feel comfortable. Now she wanted him to come back and find her. Now Brigid was sitting there. Just thinking of Topside put her in ease. She didn’t wanna wet herself. Now she was just waiting, trying to think of what to do next.

An hour had passed. Sinclair wanted to check out what was going on here. He hadn’t seen the three in a bit. It seemed empty, but he went in. Including he brought back some of the Little Sisters who were with the others. As they were in the train.

“Well...I guess they aren’t here now...hopefully they wouldn’t mind me going into that pantry of there’s.” But once Sinclair had said that. He heard some muffled talking. “What?” As he opened the pantry he found Brigid. Still bound and gagged.

“Well....my my Tenenbaum.....I see you’re being a bit kinky right now.” Sinclair smugly told her.

“Mpfgh!” Brigid muffled through her gag. Of all the people to find her like this. It had to be Sinclair....someone she didn’t really get along with.

“I’m just wondering darling....did you do this to yourself if Delta came in here? Were you hoping to get that good ol Big Daddy aroused? I mean...I’ve sold some kinky things back in the day.....but I find it some what funny that of all people you would do that. I will admit...I like you better this way.” Sinclair was telling her. He was enjoying that for the first time, she wasn’t yelling at him.

“Mpfhg mfplgh!” Brigid muffled in annoyance. But with that Delta comment, she actually blushed. She hated being in this moment. Then Sally appeared behind him.

“Mama Tenenbaum?....are the grown ups playing a game Mr. Sinclair?” The young girl asked him. Behind her was Miranda. Seeing the two greatly concerned Brigid. She didn’t want her little ones to see her or Elizabeth this way after what Archie did.

“I don’t know little one...maybe....hey how about you two go back in the train. Me and....Mama Tenenbaum are speaking. She’s maybe fine.” The girls listened to him. Thank God he told them to go back into the train. “Seriously I do wonder what’s with you like this. Honestly I feel like this seems to be a tread with you...again I love seeing you this way. You aren’t yelling at me, or whatever else. So maybe you being like this is great for you.” Sinclair told her.

“MFPGH!” She yelled through the gag as she was becoming more annoyed.

“Okay okay doc! I get you want me to take that gag off. But how about you be more civil about it. If I take that gag off. You’re not gonna yell at me okay sweetheart?” Sinclair asked her. Brigid just looked to the ground, and she nodded yes when she looked back at him.

“Alright good darling. Well then you gagged yourself good. But you didn’t touch your hair.” He told her as he was taking the tape off. “Holy moses a sponge....well that’s something. Uck that’s something huh?” He continued on.

“Archie did this.” Brigid finally said something after he took the sponge out.

“Wait...Archie? You mean soldier boy? The young gentleman? He did this.” Sinclair asked sounding very surprised.

“Yes....he did....please just untie me. He tied up Elizabeth. Now please get the rest of this tape off. I need to piss.” Brigid told him. She sounded so tired.

“Oh my...just.....I don’t even know what to think with that information.” Sinclair said.

“Please just get this tape off. I need to go.” Brigid told him.

“Alright doc I can do that.” He told her as he got the rest of the tape off. He helped get her up. “Want me to walk you to the bathroom since you’re feeling frail. You’re not even that old yet. But I mean....don’t know if you’ll like you’ll piss yourself on the way there.” He told her as a perverted comment.

“You’re a dumkopf!” She says to him as she shoves him away. Besides...please call Archie. I can handle myself.” Brigid told him.

“I can do that. Besides I think it be best for me to call him while you handle yourself.” As she went to the bathroom. He started talking through the radio to get to Archie.

“Hey son it’s me Sinclair......yeah I just wanted to call you after I let Tenenbaum out of the pantry....now slow down kid. Listen while I’ve been friendly with you. But right now because Tenenbaum told me to call you. She’s pissing in the bathroom.”

“YOU’RE A DUMKOPF!” Brigid yelled at him.

“Yes I know honey. Now listen because you’re out there with Delta. Please get back here. I think you need to have a talk with these ladies you consider family......kid....I’m not gonna say this once. And this isn’t a request. I DEMAND you to get your ass back here, untie Elizabeth, and make amends so you can handle this like actual adults. I’m only gonna say this once soldier boy. Because hearing you tied up that really nice young lady you love...I’m sorry I’m just disappointed because I appreciated how kind you are. Just get back here please.” Sinclair told him through the radio. Sounding like a disappointed parent. Because of being disappointed that Archie of all people would of done that.

“What’s a dumkopf?” Miranda asked. She was still around along with Sally. When Brigid heard this, she felt so embarrassed.

“Dumkopf means nothing dear. Just go back outside with the others. Everything is okay.” Brigid said as she pushed them along. Despite what the real situation was. After that she went back to the bathroom and closed the door.

Archie came back in 20 minutes and untied Elizabeth. Some of the Little Sisters had came back. But after Archie came back. Brigid started spewing German insults at him, and telling the Little Sisters to stay away from him. They were really confused of what was going on. With Tenenbaum saying he was in trouble. What made it worse that Sally and Miranda said it looked like they were playing a game of cops and robbers or something. That maybe Archie forgot to untie them after he was done. This saddened Brigid hearing they were discussing this.

He kept away from the kids. Even after he untied Elizabeth, she didn’t wanna look at him. She kept away from him and stuck with Brigid. Now after many hours since that. With the girls sleeping. It was 8 pm now during that Wednesday night. The three were in Archie and Elizabeth's room. Brigid was just pacing a bit with her right hand on her chin. Elizabeth was just sitting on the bed, with Archie just standing looking at them.

"Listen I can explain Brigid please understand-" Archie tried telling her but was interrupted by her.

"How dare you do that to her! After everything we've been through and what you've done for us! Did you plan on doing that to the little ones!?" Brigid said in anger.

"No I would never-" Archie said before being interrupted again.

"Imagine if they saw you doing that to me or Elizabeth!? They were scared and confused why you couldn't be around them. Including Sally and Miranda were talking about it and they think we were playing a game. But they don't know the full truth. They were heart broken they couldn't play with you....I'm actually heart broken too." Brigid sounding more sad now.

She tried calming down a bit more. Trying to not wake her little ones.

"Archie if you were anyone else I would shoot you right now." She said sounding angry. "But to my little ones you're like the big brother they never had. I'm just disappointed in the example you set....I'm just shocked. You say it's to protect us but how is that?.....is the WYK programming still affecting you?" She asked him.

"What just I just....no you made sure I couldn't be controlled." Archie told her.

"We don't know that for sure because I'm worried Fontaine may of done something. I'm just scared of how you would be around the little ones....I just...I'm disappointed...I really am." Brigid started to sound more sad.

Then Elizabeth stood up from the bed. She wanted to say something finally.

"Archie.....I still love you. I can still see you're a good person. But what you did today I feel kind of ruined my trust with me.....you saw how scared I was?...you saw me actually crying." Elizabeth told him. Sounding upset.

Archie didn't say anything. He just looked at her.

"Archie you were the first person to treat me like a human being. You didn't care that I had these powers or this giant Proto-Daddy guarding me. You looked at me and saw a person. You wanted to make sure I was okay when I was with you. Because you kept me safe, and I kept you safe. And when you found out you weren't who you were exactly. Me, and Tenenbaum were there. We wanted to make sure you were okay. You gave us support, you gave me support. It was my turn to help you." Elizabeth continued on.

"Archie I can forgive you. But I was really hurt by what you did today. I was hurt by the fact you didn't trust me enough. Maybe if we remained calm and you could teach me to fight. I still love you....but still." Elizabeth was about to talk more and reveal why it really hurt her. "What you did reminded me so much of how Ryan and Frank treated me. I was scared, and I thought you wouldn't of come back. But you did. The way they treated me, bound, and gagged me. Yet you came back. You make me so happy. Because you make me so comfortable that the world isn't really a horrible place. I even let you tied me up once and maybe more because I trusted you. You made me feel safe." Elizabeth said as it seemed like she would of started crying.

"Wait...you actually went through with it?" Brigid asked. Being shocked by the fact that Elizabeth admitted about the consensual bondages session she had with Archie. "Oh my...." She said.

"Yes I did. Because I felt safe with you Archie. You made me feel like the world to you.....like I actually had someone watching over me." Elizabeth said as she had tears forming in her eyes. But sounding angry.

It was silent for 10 seconds. Then Archie finally said something.

"I am so sorry......but there is something wrong with me....I've been seeing Atlas in my head....Frank." Archie told them. The two women both got surprised looks on their faces.

"I don't know why I am seeing him. But considering what you said about the programming Brigid....maybe that's why he's in my head. He says things that make me upset. He was the one I was yelling at after I tied up Elizabeth. He was telling me to do what any man would do...to playing with your boobs or see up your skirt. Or even give you a big messy kiss on your gag or have a good time with Tenenbaum! Oh God I hear hearing that Irish accent.....I hate hearing his voice. I don't know why he's in my head I KILLED HIM!" Archie started yelling as he put his heads on his head.

The two women flinched at that one yell. They were shocked and felt very uncomfortable hearing that. Elizabeth instinctively touched her mouth in fear when she heard about a threatened gag kiss. This brought up memories when Atlas revealed who he was. It felt like she was reliving that moment. Brigid looked at Elizabeth. Then back to Archie to try to calm him down.

"Archie...it's okay.....don't yell...please don't wake up the children." Brigid told her.

"My God I've been traumatized by what happened. I kept my emotions in. I thought everything was going good till Sofia took over Rapture. I'm terrified if something similar happens to you two again. I said too much I just want to be honest with you two. Oh my fucking God! You two make me so happy. I'M JUST SO PARANOID!" Archie yelled again. His PTSD was kicking in. He was finally breaking yet again. He actually started crying.

The women flinched again. He didn’t raise his voice like that at them. But Brigid quickly broke away from her filched state. The man wasn’t in a good state.

"Shh shh Archie stop it's okay." Brigid walks towards him. She put her hands on his face. "Archie......look at me please. If you were my biological son. I would be proud of you. You've done so much good. But please be honest with me. Don't hold all those feelings in." Brigid tried comforting him.

"I was trained not to share that stuff. I mean the place were in." Archie told her.

"I understand that but this isn't the surface. This place is different than being up there. I understand why you wanted to do. But if you really want us to be safe. Please let us speak. Be honest with us. Bind us only when we want to be bound." Brigid told him and comforting him. "I love you. Elizabeth loves you. So many people love you. Please just talk to us. Don't put that weight on yourself." After Brigid told him that. She hugged him.

Elizabeth just watched. She decided to walk over there and joined in the hug as well.

"Archie...again I love you. We all trusted Atlas....don't think we don't know how you feel. You're so selfless to make sure we don't go through that again. You don't have to go through this alone." Elizabeth said.

"I forgive you Archie." Brigid said as well.

"Even if I'm still upset...I still forgive you." Elizabeth said as she hugged him tighter.

Archie just stood there being embraced by them. With tears down his eyes. He finally said something. "Thank you two...so much." As he embraced them as well.

The three just stood there embracing each other for a good minute. Then Archie finally said something. "Hey Elizabeth.....do you want me to sleep alone tonight?" He asked her.

"Don't worry I'm still gonna sleep with my teddy." Elizabeth said with a warm smile. Confirming they can still sleep in the same bed as her. Then surprising to them the door opened. It was Sally who opened the door.

"Is everything okay?" Sally asked with Miranda right behind her. The three just looked at them. Brigid broke away from the hug to go to the two children.

"Is it okay my little ones. The grown ups were having a grown up conversation. We're sorry that we woke you up. Would we like me to read you a story?" Brigid told them.

"Hey Brigid." Elizabeth came behind her. "How about I read them a story. I think you need some rest anyway. Besides I enjoy reading to them." Elizabeth said as the two little girls got excited when they heard that. The idea of reading them a bedtime story always made Elizabeth happy. It's what she needed right now. Everyone needed rest that night.