#but I didn't see any bowties

[cinimuffin]

I like fishing games and also games with little creatures and so here we are

[krysmcscience]

At long last: either an alternate explanation for or continuation of my prior comic regarding how Bill was ABSOLUTELY naked in Ford's karaoke night drawing. (Because errors in art do not exist. Artists do not make mistakes. So if you see any in this comic, No You Do Not.)

I am so normal about these old dorks.

I'm not really clear on exactly when Bill started throwing his desperation book at Ford just like a needy ex do, but I find it extremely funny to imagine it happening literally the day of or after the makeshift funeral. Bill just gets this weird sense of 'Ford is taking steps to move on' and CANNOT FUCKING ABIDE.

I hope you enjoy all the goofy things I added to each page of Bill's sad spieling. (Everything SHOULD be readable so long as you view the full size, but I have added basically this whole little fanfic in the image descriptions, LMAO, which lays out all the little written notes and such.) Also don't ask how Bill managed to sneak that vampire pen in there. I have no idea, and honestly? I don't wanna know.

Oh, and a little bonus comic:

Of course Bill would take it as flirting. Because between the two of them, Bill is the bigger masochist By Far. :)

Also I have continued applying The Good Place logic to any of Bill's attempts to swear. Case in point, one last bonus image, this time with a motivational line from my slapdash Theraprism OC, EV-01:

Yes, its name is just 'love' backwards. No, I will not be taking any feedback on this. Yes, EV-01 was only ever assigned to Bill's case due to the Theraprism being desperate to make some progress in rehabilitating him. No, it did not work anywhere close to staff's expectations - Bill didn't even appreciate EV-01's matching fondness for bowties! (He claimed the fondness to be "cultural appropriation" and insisted he'd been traumatized by it.)

Anyway, if you like my stuff, reblogs are very much appreciated, and if you really really like it, perhaps consider my commissions or yeeting a teeny tiny tip my way? I am trying to recoup over 500 dollars in vet bills, ahaha... 🙃

In other news, I loved all the fun tags people added to the prior naked-karaoke comic (such as 'the hat and bow-tie stay ON during sex' and the classic '[insert keysmash here]', as well as the many amused/bewildered remarks about how I either made the bricks a piece of clothing or just straight up peeled Bill's skin off). However, I think my favorite thing by far was the several people losing their shit over the fact that I gave Bill toes. Like, excuse me? The magical talking triangle can have fingers but not toes??? Since when was that a rule????? 🤣 (Also the one person who reblogged with the cropped panel where Bill's fishnets pants are falling off to ask why Bill peed himself. Dude, I want to examine your brain...?)

Okie-dokie, I'm sick of looking at all of this stuff now and I'm off to go to work, after which I will either scribble some more goofy "Billford" comics or perhaps draw my lame human!Bill in Situations, idk yet. Maybe I'll even finally draw more than just a single other person's human!Bill...? Who knows, but I sure hope I can mix it up a little and not turn whatever I draw into a month-long fukken project. >:\

[selineram3421]

can I make a request for an Alastor x reader? Where y/n is Husk's sibling and Alastor won't stop flirting with y/n and Husk is just not having it? (And the rest of the HH crew are just in the background shipping Alastor and y/n)

*swipes up* Cat Demon Reader!!!! FUCK YEAH!

Hissy Kitty

Prologue

Alastor X Reader

Warnings⚠

⚠ cussing, protective older brother Husk, Alastor loves annoying your brother, italics = thoughts ⚠

Husk was very protective of you and made sure you were taken care of. In Living and afterlife, he kept you out of his "business" to keep you safe.

Of course you surprise him by showing up at the hotel.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Surprise!", you cheered and gave your older brother a hug.

He didn't want you anywhere near his work. It was too risky. You would have been made a target. He didn't want HIM to know about you.

"Answer the question.", he grumbled but hugged you back.

"I haven't seen you in a while and I just wanted to-", you began, pulling back a bit from the hug, taking a look around the hotel lobby that was behind him.

"Look, I'll call you and tell you all about it but you need to go before-", he tried to get you to leave quickly.

"Husker!"

Shit.

He was pissed that he was too late.

"What are you doing trying to chase a guest out?", the demon in red walked over and pulled you into the hotel. "We are trying to invite them in."

"This one ain't looking to stay in the hotel!", your brother hissed and tried to pull you away from the red dressed demon.

You were suddenly spun and dipped by the man in red. It shocked you so much that you held onto the red demon tightly.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! I am Alastor the facility manager.", Alastor grinned as he gazed down at you. "And who might you be?"

Such an adorable thing. He thought when seeing your ears pinned back and eyes having turned into slits, his grin widening when he noticed Husk getting angrier.

"Um..can you let me up now? This is a very weird way of greeting..", you squirmed, your tail flicking in annoyance.

After letting you go, Alastor took note of how bristled up the fur of his acquaintance was.

How interesting..

"Forgive me dear, I can get quite theatrical.", he laughed and fixed his bowtie. "And your name?"

"I'm-"

"Not staying.", Husk cut in. "They only came to see me, now back off."

"What the hell, can't I greet a demon?", you huffed.

Your brother pulls you away to speak in private.

"Not this one! This prick is someone I don't want you hanging around with.", he whispered growled, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Go home, put some wards or some shit for protection and don't come back here again!"

"Damn it Husk!", you slapped his hands away. "I came here to check up on you!"

Alastor stays where he is to enjoy the show. Glancing to the side when seeing Angel step into the lobby.

"Its been years! I haven't heard from you until two weeks ago about this place. Where have you been!? Do you know how worried I was!?"

"Psst! Smiles! Who the fuck is kitty whiskers?", the spider asks.

"Haven't the faintest idea but this argument is getting amusing.", he responds.

"I told you that I moved! That should be enough!", Husk gestured to the hotel.

"Yeah, its nice to know you're alive but you could have at least told me how you've been! Did you make any new friends? Did you drink until you blacked out again? Something else for fucks sake!", you yelled.

"I'm alive!", your brother yelled back. "I drank yesterday!", he pushed you towards the door. "I don't have friends!", he opened the door. "Now leave!"

"Tsk tsk!", Alastor tutted and used his shadows to pull you away from the door, moving you into his hold. "They are our guest, even if they are just visiting Husker~"

The Radio Demon's smile growing bigger when he saw the cat clench his fists.

"You are welcome to visit anytime to see this-", the red demon gestures to your brother. "-hissy kitty that you know."

"Ha!", you quickly covered your mouth to keep your laugh silent.

"A smile! Finally!", Alastor leaned closer to you. "I'd like to see it if you don't mind."

"Back off!", Husk pushed the red dressed demon away and took your hand. "Come on, I'll show you around."

"I can stay!?", you asked your brother.

"Only for a few hours!", he replied.

You stayed longer than a few hours.

Charlie had caught wind and was excited to meet you.

Husk drank from his bottle, watching as you talked to the Princess and Vaggie. The two were hooked on whatever story you were telling.

"So Husky~", Angel slid over.

"Don't you fucking call me that ever again.", the cat grumbled before continuing to drink.

"Who's the new cat strolling about?", the spider asked. "I've never seen you so pushy with someone before~ Are they an ex?"

"None of your business and ew. Fuck no.", Husk wiped his mouth after he finished the bottle. "Forget about them. They need to leave anyway.", he said before walking over to you.

.

"Hi Husk!", you waved as you entered the hotel.

"Fucking shit. What did you not understand about staying away!?"

You had a smug grin and pranced over to him.

"Can't really stay away from where I work~", you said and showed your employment papers.

"What.", your brother growled.

"While I was talking to the Princess during the tour, you stepped out for a bit and I told her I wanted to work here!", you beamed, cat tail swaying calmly. "So now I can't leave! Yay!"

"Are you fucking stupid!?", Husk yelled.

"Now Husker.", Alastor appeared from the shadows behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "That is no way to talk to your fellow coworker."

The Radio Demon smiled cheekily when seeing the cat demon's fur bristle in anger.

"Let's show you all of the staff rooms!", he said suddenly and turned you towards the stairs. "There are quite a few closets littered about for cleaning supplies! For now that is what you'll do with Niffty until the Princess can think of where to put you."

"Is there any cleaning supplies?", you asked a little suspicious.

"Haven't a clue! But let's find out!"

You were near Alastor most of the day.

Husk actually followed you both until the "tour" ended.

"And that is all of the cleaning closets so far!", the red man grinned.

All of you were now standing in one of the many hallways. The fourth floor if you remember.

"Thank you for pointing them out.", you removed his hand from your shoulder. "Little less of that if you don't mind."

"Oh! I didn't even notice.", Alastor held his hands behind his back. "Do remind me if I slip again."

Husk quickly took you away from the red demon and walked you towards the lobby.

"Look, I'm glad you're here. Really. But its not safe for you to be around that smiling asshole.", your brother hissed.

"Husk, I'm not as clueless as you think I am.", you sigh and shook his arm off. "I'll keep myself safe.", you finish and walk away.

The cat demon stayed behind, groaning as he slides his hand down his face, feeling on edge, tired, and annoyed all at once.

"I've never seen you around a demon like them~", Alastor appears from the shadows. "And you're so protective!", he walks in front of the cat demon. "What a good older brother you are.", he leans back and spins his head to look at the demon.

"Don't you fucking try anything!", Husk threatens.

The Radio Demon laughs and stands up straight. "We'll have to go over our deal again!", he says while fixing his coat. "I hope you added their protection in."

"You piece of shit-!", Husk extends his claws and opens his wings up.

"I must be off! Who knows what trouble the guests have gotten into already!", Alastor walks away from the angry cat.

The Radio Demon hummed as he walked down the hallway, a slight skip in his step as his smile grew wider.

Oh how entertaining~

I love cats💕 Also this is turning into a short story because Husk is gonna be hella pissed.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[venomhoundfanworks]

Hazbin Hotel - Vox Kink Headcanons

Personal kink headcanons for my beloved tv man Vox. Not doing the more obvious/universally accepted kinks. Instead I'm writing about some of my more... niche takes.

My other work can be found on my masterlist >>HERE<<

WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader, but is AFAB for the last section; all the kinky shit obviously; Valentino mention (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Domestic Kink ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

For those who don't know, a domestic kink is being turned on by doing everyday couple things. Things like cooking, cleaning, that type of thing. Vox basically gets turned on by you two being a couple and taking care of each other. The man is so love starved he just gets sent to another planet by those simple everyday shows of affection.

If you start helping Vox get dressed in the mornings, he will melt into a puddle. Every. Time.

It started simple enough, Vox was in a rush so you thought to help him put on his coat. Sliding it onto him, adjusting the collar, straightening his bowtie... You didn't notice how still he went until you went to fix his sleeves and you looked up into his wide, almost feral eyes.

Vox desperately crashed his lips against yours as he pulled your bodies flush together causing you to squeak. Only then did you feel how hard you had made him as he grinded into you... Needless to say, Vox had to reschedule his entire morning.

Vox will come home to you cooking dinner and just bend you over the counter. Whispering in your ear, 'Your so sweet doing this for me, Sugar. Now let me take care of you."

I have had the scenario floating around of you making Vox breakfast in bed one morning just as something nice to do for him. You dont think too much of it, he has been so tired and overworked lately so you figure any extra sleep he can get would do wonders for him

Vox however, absolutely fucking loses it. When you wake him up with tray in hand, he... just kind of stares at you. What do you mean you already made breakfast? Wait you have breakfast? For him? For him in bed?

You actually thought the man might have bluescreened. It takes you setting the tray down and grabbing his hand before he starts moving again.

Vox pulls you into his lap and starts peppering kisses all over you. He just cant believe that this is actually happening; that your here with him, that you did such a sweet thing, and oh god does he love you so much.

He actually is daydreaming about it the rest of the day and bragging about it whenever he can.

Comes home early that evening just to surprise you and spend a romantic evening together (totally not because he accidentally pent himself up gushing over you all day ABSOLUTELY NOT).

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Recording/Being Recorded ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

(This one might not be a niche take but I'm putting it here anyway cause I want to yap about it)

I wasn't quite sure if there was a specific name for this kink. But what I mean by this is Vox loves to specifically record you two having sex. Like an amateur porn thing. However. These videos are meant for his eyes only.

Vox would murder anyone who so much as tried to get their hands on these videos. God help them if they actually saw one. Its not even a matter of honor or anything, its a matter of only Vox is allowed to see you come apart like that. Vox is the only one allowed to hear you make those sounds.

Vox honestly isnt going to even bring this whole 'recording you two' thing up unless he trusts you completely. Even then he is super sheepish the first time he asks about it. Vox knows your going to be suspicious and, yeah, you rightfully are due to his association with the porn moth.

It takes a bit of prodding for you to get out of Vox that he sees it as a different way to enjoy you. To experience you. He will get to see your beautiful body at angles he never could while he plows into you. He can finally see the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he eats you out, diving his tongue as far into you as it can go.

Vox is over the moon when you finally agree to let him place a camcorder in your shared bedroom.

You viscerally notice how much more relaxed and strangely content Vox seems to be next time you two have sex. Vox always had this certain tension to him and its just... gone now.

What you don't realize is that 'tension' was Vox's underlying fear of how transient you were. He was always trying to absorb as much of you as he could, to memorize every part of you. But now he felt like he could truly let himself enjoy the moment knowing that he will be able to listen to your heavenly sounds on repeat, analyze every little twitch he causes, and fully see every expression you make.

A deep, deep, dark part of Vox want to tell Valentino to cancel every shoot he has for a day. To reserve the studio just for you two. To spend an entire day taking you in every way imaginable. Bringing you to bliss in every messy way he possibly can. Getting you to make every obscene noise that beautiful voice of yours can make.

But Vox knows that he could never trust Valentino to not make a copy of you two for himself. So he will stick to his amateur recordings. Anything to keep you safe and to himself.

Whenever Vox is missing you at work (or whenever he gets a free moment honestly), he starts watching back one of your now countless sex tapes. He will let the odd feeling of comfort wash over him as he sees the adoring looks you give him and hears you two exchange words of love. God, he can't wait to get back home to you.

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Cock Warming ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

OKAY. I think I've gotten the point across that Vox is a certified lover boy™ who basically wants to imbibe your very being. Whelp. This is just more of that.

Don't get me wrong, Vox loves sex. Sex is great. But having you on his lap, his cock inside you, the two of you as close as two beings can physically get, and just- enjoying that... It hits differently you know?

Say its due to his mechanical nature all you want, (insert joke about 'plugging in' here) but Vox loves to feel like you two are truly connected. When your bodies actually become one like this, he is just that much closer to perfect.

As stated previously, will let you sit on his lap and cockwarm him anytime you please. Vox's absolute favorite times are when he has to do work ironically. He can never stop the blissful smile he makes as he has you in his lap. Vox will gently hold you with one arm while the other tries to get work done. You always end up giggling whenever you kiss up the side of his neck or monitor and Vox lets out the most contented sighs.

Honestly, just start going to work with him, becoming his personal cocksleeve whenever he is in his monitor room. A blanket draped over the two of you to hide what's actually going on.

Since the poor guy has no choice but to sleep on his back; you can easily do the same thing for bedtime. Climb on top of him and delicately slide him inside of you. Vox will just look up at you with the most lovedrunk expression as you bend over him and nuzzle into his neck, your body draping over his, and Vox pulling you impossibly close as you both fall asleep.

Its times like this that Vox questions why anyone would even need heaven.

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FURTHER READING ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

One of my favorite posts that just goes over a evening being Vox's s/o can be found >>HERE<<, its by the talented @lqveharrington

Another really good post by @liveontelevision where Vox gets jealous of your work with Valentino and decides to start recording you can be found >>HERE<<

Then lastly, quick headcanons by @voxsremotec0ck where Vox is spying on the reader then catches you masturbating can be found >>HERE<<

[alastorss]

we've seen Alastor with deaf reader. but what about Alastor and blind reader?

how confusing it would be for them meeting Alastor for the first time with the radio filter overlaying his voice

and how confusing it would be for our deer man to find out he grew soft spot for reader? bc they find his voice very soothing to listen? since their hearing senses are hightened due to the blindness

so in one of their shared peaceful moments he asks reader if they want to see him. and to answer their startled expression he just brings their hands to lay on his face.. for them to "read" his appearence..

sorry if there are mistakes, Im not eng. love your writing sm, thanks for quality food you bring us, fluff-starved people!

💕

a/n: hiii hun!! i'm so so sorry i took so long to respond to this, but i really wanted to write something for this because aaaaahhhhh that's such a good idea omg 😭❤️ i hope you like it!

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Alastor once believed himself to be the demon of all demons.

He was everything a Sinner wanted to be and everything a Sinner feared in one soul—a package wrapped up pretty with a bowtie. He loved it. Thrived on it.

There was something so delicious about terror.

He played into his horrifying image. Purposefully made his presence known; broadcasted screams for all to hear. Power and fame only made him greedier for souls.

Being the center of attention came naturally for him. As natural as breathing, friends would jest. He attracted eyes wherever he went. Some admiring. Some not.

So it was quite a shock when you bumped right into him on the street and didn't immediately comb him over with your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you quickly stammered out, fiddling with your own sleeves.

Finally, you looked at him, but he could tell you were just looking for the sake of looking. Absently, you stared at him as you waited for a response.

Perhaps you expected him to chew you out. To lay a hand on you or to drag you into the alley so he could kick you until you bled. He could see it in your expression.

His heart uncharacteristically ached.

Instead, he steadied you by the shoulders and fixed a stray lock of hair out of your face.

"Carry on, my dear," he mused.

He was surprised with how pleased he was when you smiled at him. Big and wide—charming, really. He was hooked.

Alastor became a frequent in the area, always keeping his eyes peeled for you so he could take your arm into his and ferry you around. You insisted that you were fine, that you didn't need help, but he denied that those were his intentions. He simply wanted your company.

(And to scare off any other demons who had hit you or spat at you before.)

Eventually, you grew fond of him, too.

You could hear him so clearly—the trail of death and despair he left behind was loud, after all. Screaming souls followed his every move. For some reason, it comforted you.

He never tried playing nasty pranks on you. Never tried sneaking up behind you just to scare you, or hit you just because he could.

Alastor did not feel like a demon anymore.

Sinister and cruel, he thought the words didn't suit him when you were walking hand-in-hand.

For as many lives as he took, he had a soft spot for you.

His very presence brought you ease. You knew no one dared to approach a weak Sinner like you when you had him dangling off your arm. He found ways to fill the silence when you weren't chatting, just assuring you he was there.

"You're too kind to me," you once said to him. "You're not an angel trying to trick me, are you?"

"I am!" He chuckled, feeding into your little joke.

The way you laughed made his heart squeeze in the same way it had when he first met you. For a moment he felt nothing but guilt burn in his stomach.

He was the demon of all demons, but for some reason, he couldn't stand you thinking he was a demon at all.

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Ever since convincing you to come to the hotel with him, you've not left his side once.

Not that he was complaining about it.

Surrounded with new people and often jolting out of your own skin whenever they began impromptu musical numbers, Alastor could tell you were entirely out of your element.

You were slowly but surely beginning to open up to your new home and the compatriots that came with it. However, you were always the most relaxed with the Radio Demon's soothing presence. He found himself cherishing the moments that you spent alone.

Conversation was not needed to tell each other how you felt. He appreciated that the most.

It's why he is slightly confused when you open your mouth as if you want to say something before snapping it shut with a loud huff. Again and again, you keep it up, sighing and groaning quietly to yourself.

Finally, Alastor has had enough. "Is something the matter, dear?" He asks, peering up from his newspaper to eye you on the other end of the couch.

"N-No!" You squeak, fumbling around with your hands like a cartoon character. "I just..."

He waits for you to continue, only to be met with deafening silence. Sighing to himself, he sets down his paper and scoots over to your side.

"Go on," he gently urges.

"I don't want to be a bother," you say quietly after a pause of hesitation.

He only stares at you, flabbergasted by the way you start to pull away from him. Stopping you by giving your shoulder a squeeze, he swallows harshly.

Your heart is racing so loud that he can hear it roaring in his own sensitive ears.

"You are never a bother," he quickly assures. "Come now, look at me."

Your brows furrow, unsure of what he wants you to do. You slowly turn your head to him with a confused scrunch of the nose. In all the time that you had known each other, he had never asked you to do something so pointless.

"Look at me," he pushes, hands sliding down your arms to take yours. He tugs you closer and brings your hands up to his face, allowing you to cup his cheeks.

Careful not to nick your skin with his teeth, his smile softens. Your hands roam his face tenderly, subtly squeezing at the fat of his cheeks. With your fingers tracing every part of him, from the bridge of his nose to his brows to the infinite curve of his smile, you relax.

"I'm a monster."

He had always tried to convince you that he wasn't terrible. That he was worthy of having your hands cupping his cheeks. But you could feel it—his smile. His antlers.

He's never felt vulnerable before. For some reason, it feels good to open up to you.

"You're just as pretty as I always imagined," you tell him with a shake of your head. Alastor flushes at your words.

No dishonesty. No fear. Your heart has stopped pounding in your ribcage.

That's right. He was kind to you, even though he was a beast. The demon had always thought that what he wanted most was to be feared, but he was wrong. You knew his heart before his form.

He shifts so he can kiss your fingertips.

"Well? What would you like to say?"

You suddenly freeze up, lips pressed into a thin line. Flustered, you sputter. "Nevermind, please just forget about that!"

"Oh? Keeping secrets from me isn't very nice, darling~" he muses. You groan, pulling your hands back to your own face to hide it.

Alastor only laughs, static crackling in his voice as he does. He leans forward, gently prying your wrists to reveal your face again so he can press his lips to your forehead.

He knows. The way you melt into his arms is enough. No conversation needed.

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[talkbycolor]

Hello there! I have to say, I really, really, REALLY LOVE your Kindergarten au. Little Yanderes as noisy children and MC as a Teacher who is not being paid enough XD.

Feel free to ignore if it's uncomfortable for you!

This is my first time asking so sorry if I am bothering you, But how will the mini yanderes react if they were kissed in the lips, not in a romantic way but like a parent showing love and care <3

how Mini!Yanderes react when MC kisses them¡!

A/N; even if MC kissed them like a parent the yanderes would hear wedding bells so JASHJHSAJS also the thought of an adult kissing a child on the lips is a bit weird to me so i will change it to kisses on cheek or forehead. i was listening ddlc soundtrack to write this AND SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG

Pairing(s); "Mini!Yanderes" and GN!Reader

CW; this is actually fluff / need to remark MC just see the little yans as kids they need to take care of, no one has special treatment

Sunny Day Jack.

Jack would be the one to take the initiative, in this case, the first time he kissed MC's cheek would have been during the school photo.

Early spring, all the children had arrived well-groomed to the classroom, MC finished combing John Doe's hair while the professional photographer adjusted his camera in position, the children moved from one side to the other, except Jack.

Jack finished adjusting his bowtie, very dedicated to being the most handsome child in the photo.

Finally MC gathered them all in different rows, placing themselves behind in the center.

"I will only take it once so if you need to go to the bathroom or sneeze do it now." Said the cameraman in a listless voice, no one had any protests or urgency so he raised his hand, specifically 3 fingers.

"Three… Two… One." A flash of photography dazzled them, the curious little ones ran towards the man to be able to appreciate the photograph.

And then they saw in the photo how Jack had jumped and pulled his teacher's arm to kiss their cheek, causing several students to immediately cry.

As for Jack's reaction:

He considers himself a winner, he probably looks for other ways to ask for kisses since MC is quite open about giving affection to his students, nothing too overwhelming.

Can't stop thinking about their future as a married couple.

A manipulative bastard will surely fake accidents or work twice as hard on his tasks to get that reward.

John Doe.

John Doe is a student who needs sensitivity, but don't give him too many kisses on the forehead or you'll overwhelm him.

A day like any other, the class activity required flour and water, something simple to mold and non-toxic since many of the students love to put things in their mouths, so full of curiosity.

MC finished helping everyone create their mixtures, Keith finished making flowers with his dough while Tenebris ate it.

The children learned and had fun, it was comfortable.

Until some sobs made the teacher run to where a little long-haired boy, John Doe, who couldn't stop crying, the dough had gotten stuck in his hair.

Of course, prepared for any occasion, MC took the little boy to the bathroom to wash off all the dough, which fortunately wasn't as sticky as the time Peter put gum in Mycheal's hair.

"There you go, see? Simple, are you okay, Doe? Don't cry, everything is fixed now." MC comforted their student with hugs and coos, kissing Doe's forehead.

"Again?" He asked with those huge eyes full of tenderness, MC gave more kisses on her student's forehead, who asked for more and more between laughs.

They had to stop when they realized that Doe was convulsing with happiness on the floor, it did scare them.

As for Doe's reaction:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

He reacts in an exaggerated way, with adorable and loud giggles, hugs, red cheeks, his happiness is evident.

He is like a cat with dilated pupils and he scares MC.

Alan Orion.

Great project for class! Alan and his mom drew a picture of the solar system and he was in an astronaut suit, he didn't learn half of the names of the planets but it was enough to get a kiss.

The theme for that day was to draw a picture of things they want to do when they grow up, Alan carried his drawing to the board while holding it up over his head.

"I'm going to be an astronaut and walk in the stars!" he commented proudly.

"Very good, Alan, come here." MC called him over to place a star-shaped sticker on his drawing.

Alan tilted his head towards the teacher, subtly indicating what he wanted and of course the teacher didn't deny it, kissing the little boy's head.

As for Alan's reaction:

He loves praise, especially from his favorite teacher, and will keep a smile on his face for the rest of the day.

He will seek further validation from MC in other aspects.

Whenever he finishes a new activity he points his head up in anticipation of kisses.

Peter Dunbar.

One day he got sick and didn't got a kiss like everyone else.

Peter was confused, why were his classmates laughing at him while he sat in his spot?

Jack walked over with his arms crossed and a grin from ear to ear.

"Yesterday teacher MC gave us all a kiss." he said mockingly.

Of course Peter immediately ran crying to the teacher to get a kiss on the forehead.

As for Peter's reaction:

He was so upset with himself for getting sick and with the others for getting a kiss before him, he cried for 2 hours.

He asked MC for many make-up kisses, which led to the others asking for a kiss as well.

Peter bit and kicked the ones who came up to ask for a kiss, and ended up being punished.

Ren.

You don't need to be good at naming colors or good at sports when you're smart to win.

Play in the garden! All the kids were very excited, especially Ren, who got the lead role, he was a prince, surely that would delight MC, he had rehearsed so much to be the perfect prince.

The play was pretty simple, he had to dance with a girl and although that wasn't in his plans he couldn't push her off the stage or MC would think he wasn't chivalrous.

The exact minute after the play ended Ren snatched the crown from the girl's head and ran after MC.

"Teacher! Teacher! I have something for you, can I put it on you?" He asked batting his eyelashes.

MC didn't wonder where the other crown came from, they assumed the girl gave it to Ren since… Well, it's Ren. The teacher knelt down with a smile and bowed their head to allow the little boy to place the crown.

They were surprised with a tender kiss on the lips, making them gasp and quickly get up, the crown was on their head... but Ren had stolen a kiss from them!

The little boy was blushing, so happy that he couldn't stop giggling.

It was a shame that there were so many eyes looking at him with great anger at that moment.

As for Ren's reaction:

He was so happy, how could he not be? He had beaten all those losers in the classroom

He made enemies but he tries to maintain a good reputation with MC

The bad thing is that he couldn't steal more kisses from MC because now his teacher was more careful when he was around.

Mycheal.

Flowers are pretty but you are not allowed to pick them from the school garden.

It was early in the morning, not all the children had arrived yet to start class, MC arranged their notebooks and prepared the lesson for that day, while Mycheal walked through the garden looking for flowers to give to his teacher.

He knew that was not allowed but the best flowers were always there, since MC watered the plants every day, so considerate!

Finally he reached the rose bush, that was always dangerous because many times he tried to take them because of how beautiful they were but it hurt a lot, the thorns were terrible.

But today he would do it! A little pain was nothing compared to his teacher's laughter.

The little blond crouched in front of the bush and held a couple of roses, taking a deep breath when the thorns embedded themselves in his skin and he began to pull.

Harder and harder until his body fell on his back, tears came out of his eyes but he smiled when he saw a pair of red roses in his hands.

"Teacher! Teacher! Look what I made for you!" He was so proud of his bouquet that he was unable to see MC's worried face.

"Mycheal, you know you shouldn't pick flowers from the garden… Come, let's put them in a vase and heal your hands." MC said, taking the little boy's little hands to give kisses to his palms, which were bleeding a little because of the thorns.

As for Mycheal's reaction:

Mycheal learned to use gloves to pick flowers, but he can't do it anymore or he'll get punished.

Now he gets into fights on purpose to get kisses on his wounds.

He's also gotten kisses thanks to sharing his lunch with MC.

Keith and Tenebris.

Nap time in the garden, but there are always a couple of kids who don't sleep.

All the little ones were resting on the padded floor, covered by blankets after MC read them a story…

All except Keith and Tenebris of course, the twins were sitting near MC, Keith wanted more stories while Tenebris just wanted hugs.

Their teacher decided to read the story of "Sleeping Beauty", a simple story with a happy ending, he got to the part where the princess was woken up with a kiss, which gave Tenebris an idea.

The boy stood up and ran straight to the wall, crashing into it and falling to the ground, although he didn't use that much force it did scare MC, who didn't understand why the boy did that.

"Tenebris needs a kiss to wake up." The boy whispered with his eyes closed, waiting for said kiss.

Although ridiculous, it was also adorable so the teacher bent down to kiss the little boy's forehead.

"Me too! Me too!" Keith whimpered, clinging to his teacher's arm before receiving a kiss on his forehead.

As for Keith and Tenebris's reaction:

They discovered that they will get more affection if they make a truce, both asking for kisses at the same time to get double the affection.

They also both ask for kisses from MC behind the other's back.

Now they always try to stay awake during nap time, so the other students won't bother MC.

Solivan Brugmansia.

Spring event, it's time to bring out your artistic talents! But not in the case of the teacher.

MC had ordered their students to draw a picture of the things they liked most about spring, a simple activity to celebrate the beginning of spring, they were allowed to use crayons, paints, watercolors, chalk…

"Doe, don't eat the colors!" They ran towards the curious child who was trying to put a color in his mouth.

Being a teacher wasn't easy and although most of his students drove them crazy they had to admit that it was adorable.

Time passed, slowly while the children concentrated, it was strange that there was so much silence but not inopportune, the teacher decided to walk around their students to supervise their work, stopping behind Sol.

He had drawn a garden, it seemed that in the background were the horses and… MC?

The teacher sighed, stroking the boy's head and kissing his cheek, he just hoped that his parents wouldn't come to the festival asking weird questions because of how attached Sol seemed to be to him.

As for Sol's reaction:

He still doesn't understand why his parents worry when he draws his teacher, he loves MC!

Prone to developing praise kink.

His artistic skills would evolve thanks to his obsession with drawing MC, which would lead to more compliments and more kisses, clever, huh?

Damon.

Time to go out and play! Sometimes tears bring good things.

The whole group followed the teacher in a row, like baby ducks following their mother, they were on their way to the playground in the kindergarten, holding hands so as not to get lost of course.

They all made a circle on the field while MC prepared the game for the day, nothing too complicated.

In the end they decided to play soccer, nothing serious, just a bunch of little kids kicking the ball around each other.

It could have been entertaining if it weren't for the fact that Damon kept trying to catch the ball with his mouth, it made some people laugh but MC was worried, the real problem came when Ren tried to kick the ball while Damon was so close to catching it with his teeth.

Fortunately there was no blood but there were tears from little Damon, who cried and cried with his arms up, wanting to be carried by MC.

MC told them to keep playing while they tended to Damon, taking him to the infirmary where they made sure to hold him in their arms and caress his sweet little cheeks so that the swelling would go down.

His teacher kissed his head lovingly.

"There, there, there… Are you feeling better, Damon? It's over, don't worry, but you should know that you shouldn't use your mouth in a game where your legs are used, understood?"

As for Damon's reaction:

He understands that injuries mean kisses and cuddles from MC, prone to getting into fights to get more and then blaming Peter.

He's like a puppy, always rubbing his head against MC for attention.

He asks for kisses every day, if he doesn't get them he'll instantly sob like a pup.

[terry-perry]

to help you practice your alastor writing, how about reader is one of carmila’s daughters and she introduces mom to her new boyfriend: alastor!

Headcanons or imagine, your choice!

Ooh, I like this concept!

You have known Alastor for some time now due to the Overlord meetings that happen now and again.

You found him to be quite handsome as well as funny.

You knew he was probably a little crazy, but it was all right if he was. What demon wasn't?

You would glance at him often during these meetings and cover up the giggles you'd have over his remarks.

It wasn't until one day he did a particular job putting Vox in his place, having you release an audible snort, and finally got Alastor to notice you.

He invited you to lunch, and you two had been going steady since then

You wished to keep it under wraps for as long as you could

Your mother was a protective woman, and although she was always neutral towards Alastor, seeing him as nothing more than a fellow Overlord, you weren't sure how she'd feel if he was your boyfriend.

So, you met in secret and went on dates that were more on the subtle side so it looked more like a casual outing between two work associates

Those who knew, for the time being, were your sisters and the residents of the Hazbin Hotel

Clara and Odette knew all about Carmilla's protective nature and were fine with covering for you. They were sure to tease you about the relationship, in the meantime.

As for everyone at the hotel, they were on board with helping to keep the relationship a secret as you two spent time alone there

Alastor may or may not have threatened a few of them just to ensure things

Charlie, in particular, was happy to help out in any way with this budding romance

All Husk could say was that he prayed that you knew what you were doing, getting with a demon like his boss

When you two weren't spending time together at the hotel, you were "bumping into" each other in the city where you'd then go on walks or have lunch together

Anyone who'd dare question these interactions would have to answer to Alastor

You were right in thinking that Alastor was no prince, seeing the way he threatened those who defied him or how he took delight in heinous things like blood and violence, but you didn't mind

In a way, he was still an old-fashioned gentleman who treated you well

Alastor himself found it beneficial to be courting the daughter of a powerful arms dealer

His genuinely liking you was just gravy!

Things were going well for the last several months until one night at dinner Odette let it slip that you had plans, the following day, with your boyfriend

"Boyfriend?" Carmilla questioned as she walked back to the table with her refilled drink. "How long has this been going on?"

You stammered, for a bit, slightly intimidated by your mother's stoic stare. "A few months now,"

"I see," she took a sip of her drink before speaking again. "Bring him over next week. I wish to meet him."

Cut to you and Alastor outside your home preparing to have tea with your mother

You fixed yourself and even him for what seemed to be a million times until Alastor placed his hands over yours to get you to stop fixing his bowtie once more

You grew more flustered than before as he pierced you with a teasing grin that carried a hint of reassurance

"This is nothing I can't handle. Not to worry, my dear!"

And yet you couldn't help but notice the small flinch he did when the door suddenly opened to welcome you in

You took each other's hand as you went in, your mother greeting you both right away

Turned out she knew already!

"You've been seen out with him for months, and his broadcasts have been full of more voices than normal. It's not rocket science."

"Told you she enjoyed my show!"

You were expecting her to have several questions for him, but that wasn't the case

Carmilla knew Alastor was respectful and had trusted associates such as Zestial who would vouch for him

She, too, believed the relationship could come with some benefits. He could be of some use to the family.

Plus she raised you well enough so that you could judge others for yourself and take care of yourself if need be

Alastor would be stupid to take advantage of a family who holds a large assortment of weapons that can kill both demons and exorcists

Like with many things, Carmilla approves, but within reason

[ohdeerfully]

hi! I have a request, I've never really done this before but I'll give it a shot. so my request is that Charlie is tasked by heaven to watch over a very special human soul via a device that is like a full 360 VR kind of setup and this soul just so happens to be Alastor's immortal wife (he didn't know she was) whom he thought had died with him during a bad event and wound up in heaven but she didn't and She stayed the same since the 1930s like her looks stayed the same and her love for Alastor stayed too she never once tried to move on even when her new friends in this time tried to get her a guy but she just refused still wearing the wedding ring her gave her

I hope it's not too much to ask it can be changed to whatever you see if you have full creative control over it!

thank you for your brain anon

theres a couple awkward POV shifts in the story and im super duper sorry about that D: im not good at those

An Eternity

alastor x reader (angst) TW: reader is female, reader gets a lil drunk and drives but shes fine(i do not condone this pls dont drink and drive im so serious), yearning goes ouchie ):

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Alastor rarely, if ever, talked about his time alive. He saw it pointless; a waste of time and energy. How could it benefit him if somebody else knew his history? If anything, it would only open up weak points. And, being an Overlord, he couldn’t afford that.

The only hint of his past was a band on his finger that he never took off. Even after decades in Hell, nobody saw him without it.

People often asked, of course, because how in the Hell did the Radio Demon get hitched? Even in life, he was probably just as unusual and off putting. These questions were always met with a dismissive wave and a laugh, but anybody who knew him—which wasn’t many, truly—would recognize the strain in his voice as he brushed them off. Whatever the story was seemed to only grow more painful with time.

He was deep in thought, humming absently as he trailed through the hotel. He ended up meandering by Charlie’s room, which was cracked open. He took this as an invitation to let himself in, cheerfully grinning as he saw the girl sitting on the edge of her bed looking extremely confused.

“Hello, dear!” He announced himself, standing up straight and fixing his bowtie with one hand. “What does this afternoon have in store for the Princess of Hell?”

“Heyy, Al,” Charlie responded, still frowning at the contraption in her hand. It was a rather bulky thing; an unappealing piece of new technology, Alastor decided. Still, he loomed from behind Charlie with a curious bend in his neck. Her shoulders were stiff, and he couldn’t tell if it was from frustration with the thing in her hand or discomfort at him watching her. 

“What is that peculiar thing?” He finally asked, since Charlie made no attempt at explanation. She seemed too focused to really pay him any mind.

“Something Heaven gave me to watch some curious soul they can’t control,” She murmured, fiddling with a couple buttons and knobs. “They’ve got me doing some ridiculous things. I mean, some human soul shouldn’t even concern me. But, they promise these favors will help with my hotel.”

Alastor hummed in response. He of all demons would recognize a manipulation tactic when he saw one—convincing a powerful demon princess to do your chores and promising to help her desperate project in return seemed like something the angels would do. He didn’t care one way or another, as long as Charlie’s naivete didn’t get in the way of his own goals.

He took a few steps back when Charlie stood, seemingly finished with setting up the box. He grinned, amused, when she pulled it over her head. It wasn’t the most flattering thing, and pretty bulky on her face. She looked ridiculous, honestly.

“Modern technology,” He sighed dramatically, leaning down onto his cane as he continued to observe her. “Only getting uglier.”

Charlie didn’t respond to his comment, looking around at what Alastor saw as nothing. She played around with the settings again, and adjusted the straps on her head again, before looking around again. She let out a successful sounding “hell yes” before pulling a remote of sorts from her pocket. She pushed on a joystick.

“What are you doing?” Alastor asked plainly, the building curiosity finally becoming too much. “Why do you have a box on your head?”

“It’s like…” She began to explain, trying to think of how to make sense of it to him. “Like… imagine you were looking through the eyes of somebody else, but still standing in the same spot..?” Her voice tilted at the end, unsure of her explanation.

Yeah, no, Alastor had no clue. But he dismissed it as unnecessary, as he often did with any technology he couldn’t understand.

“I’m seeing… Earth, I guess,” Charlie explained more. “Following around this girl.”

Alastor was only partially listening, humming quietly to himself as he just observed. He wondered if he should just leave—nothing interesting was happening. He was curious to see what antics Heaven was pushing on the Princess of Hell, though.

“Wanna try?” Charlie offered, lifting the headset up away from her eyes. Alastor immediately scrunched his nose up and narrowed his eyes.

“And look as ridiculous as you? Hah! No thank you,” He sat down on a chair near the wall, leaning against the back of it. He threw one leg up over the other. Charlie shrugged in response, and pulled the contraption back down.

Alastor sat for a while, absently thinking about what he wanted to do later as he waited for something to happen.

“Oh! Hold on,” Charlie suddenly said, causing Alastor’s ears to straighten to attention as she reached up and pressed a button. A holographic projection appeared out of nowhere, manifesting through some strange magic. “Forgot I could do that. This is what I’m seeing in here.” 

Alastor stood and walked closer, leaning forward on his cane as he studied the projection. It seemed like some kind of bar. He mused at how different modern bars looked from the speakeasies he would frequent during his own life.

“What heavenly task are you doing in a bar?” He joked, trying to find something interesting in the projection. It just seemed like generic bar business. Loud, flirtatious women and boisterous, over confident men. That, at least, was the same from his day.

“Like I said earlier,” Charlie explained, looking around the room. The projection seemed to follow her movement, and Alastor recognized that he was basically seeing through her eyes. How curious. “There’s some… soul they lost control of. And they want me to report to them about her.”

Alastor was very curious to see what kind of soul broke from control of literal heaven. He watched rather intently, leaned forward against his cane to watch the projection.

Charlie turned another knob, and the sound of tacky pop music and loud chatter began to emanate from the bar scene. Alastor wasn’t a fan of newer music, but he was often forced to listen anyway in the hotel lobby.

“Is it possible to turn down that dreadful noise?” He complained to her, announcing his dissatisfaction.

“No. I need to be able to hear what the woman is saying,” Charlie answered stubbornly. Alastor’s microphone of a cane began to obnoxiously play a song of his choice for a moment in retaliation, but died down after a few moments. After all, Charlie ignored his attempt at aggravation, so there was no point in keeping it up.

Charlie looked around the bar, searching. Finally, her gaze settled on a fancier booth with half drawn curtains. From her angle, she could only see a woman. She looked frustrated.

“---get out of your shell! It’s about time you start talking to some guys for once,” Charlie caught the tail end of the woman’s statement. She was gesturing wildly around, exasperation evident in the jagged movements. “I’m sick of watching you pine for somebody who’s been gone for ages.”

★

“Ten years isn’t ages, Mechiele,” You drew your finger against the table, making shapes with the rim of water that the condensation from your glass left. Nearly a hundred years, more like, You commented to yourself. You never told anybody that you were an immortal being. Nobody believed you when you did, anyway.

You sat your cheek against the palm of your hand and lifted your gaze to your friend, who looked at you with a sharp frown. You shot her a weak smile. 

“Can you just drop it?” You asked, nearly pleading. You didn’t want to cry tonight, being a little tipsy—you were an emotional drunk. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself blabbering about a dead husband.

“Come on,” Mechiele said impatiently, pushing your pleas aside. “There’s so many hot guys in here, I bet one would just love to take a piece of work like you home and-”

“Mechiele.” You hoped your tone was enough to shut her up.

You should’ve known better, honestly. Mechiele was already abrasive when she was sober, but with the amount of drinks she’s had tonight…

“No, no, no! You bum! Get your ass up right now and get out there! And take that ring off while you’re at it!”

Mechiele quickly lunged at you, a much too playful look in her eye considering how pissed you were right now. You yanked your arm away from her grasp, cupping your hand protectively with the other, shielding the golden band on your finger from her.

“Fucking drop it!” You snapped at her, standing from your seat. “I’m going home. You’re too drunk. I’ll drive.”

“You’re so fucking lame,” Mechiele droned, falling back into her seat. She wouldn’t budge when you urged her to stand and come with you. “He’s fuckin’ dead! Get a new man, already! Alastor’s not-”

Mechiele stopped abruptly when you smacked her. It wasn’t an incredibly hard smack or anything, barely enough to leave a red bloom on her cheek, but it was enough. She looked at you through narrowed eyes. You returned the same expression.

You left the booth and stormed off, cursing under your breath about it all. About Mechiele, about this stupid bar, about the tipsy feeling in your head, about Alastor—

You folded your arms together as you briskly walked to your car, yelling in frustration at your heels and ripping them off your feet. The ground was a little wet and cold, but you didn’t care. After making it to your car, you threw yourself in an switched it on.

You thought for a few moments. You were lightheaded after a few drinks, but you really didn’t want to wait for a taxi. You’d probably be fine, yeah? Sure. Against your better judgment, you began to drive.

It was a long drive, but it gave you some time to think.

You missed him. You pined for him. Nearly every night was agony, missing the presence of the only man you’ve ever fallen in love with.

You cursed whatever higher power there was for making you this way—immortal. How cruel it was, to make you live forever to suffer this longing. You didn’t even notice when you ended up in your room, but you let yourself fall face first onto your bed, curling up into a ball.

Even more, you cursed yourself for ever falling in love. You should’ve known it would only lead to an endless torture of heartbreak. You would never love anybody the same; although, you don’t think you’d want to, even if you could.

You were born to suffer. To spend an eternity in life without him.

★

Charlie continued to watch in shock for a few moments, her mouth dropped at the mention of the Radio Demon’s name. The previously hidden woman stepped from the bar, a furious look in her eyes as she stormed away. Mechiele was left with stubbornly folded arms and an empty glass of alcohol.

“Heyyy, uh, Al, how common is your name..? Do you know…” Charlie asked a bit awkwardly. She got no response. She lifted the headset, and realized he was gone. Even still, there seemed to be a lingering feeling of intense static, and the air somehow felt a bit heavier than before.

★

This had to be some cruel, sick joke, right? Heaven had to be toying with him, finally finding a way to torture his soul. His wife—she was dead. It had been nearly a hundred years since he died, and even if she had lived till she was old—

Alastor was pacing his room, ears pinned and eyes wide in frantic thought. Oh, how he yearned for her. He had managed for so long to push the memory of her away, to lock up his loss in a tight cage as he climbed the ranks of hell; it had all come rushing, barreling, torrenting back when he had seen her—or, no, somebody that looked like her—step out of those curtains. It was only a coincidence that that woman looked like his wife, and only a coincidence that she had a dead husband that shared his name.

His wife was in heaven, no doubt; which was where she belonged, of course, but Alastor had spent the last decade pining for somebody who he could never see again. If given the choice, Alastor wasn’t so sure himself if he was kind enough as to not tear her soul from Heaven and down to Hell by his side. Alternatively, even if Charlie’s idea of redemption were to work, Alastor was truly irredeemable. It was all wistful thinking, anyway.

Alastor’s claws dug into the curtains of his window, staring out into the streets of Hell in an attempt to concentrate on one steady stream of thought.

When billions of people touch the Earth, it’s only natural that coincidences like this rise. Right? He tried desperately to convince himself of different possibilities. It just made no sense.

A knocking at his door made Alastor’s grin curl in deadly malice. He really wasn’t in the mood.

He paced to his door, opened it just enough to fit his body in the frame, and glared down at Charlie. She was wringing her hands together nervously, and only seemed to grow more timid as the heavy, almost palpable ambience of his radio static filled the hallway she stood in.

“I’m busy,” Alastor said bluntly. His lips were curled in a sneer.

“I can tell,” Charlie responded. "I know you don't like talking about yourself-" She began to ramble on about him talking to her about his feelings and whatnot, but Alastor didn’t listen as he shut the door again.

Though, the interruption did give his mind a chance to slow. He sat on a chair in the corner of his room, and opted to fiddle with the radio on the drawer next to him. He tuned it—or, more just magically infused it—to play some jazz to try to keep his head level.

It would take some time to rebuild the dam that held back the memories of his wife. Even just the mere thought of her made him feel weak, and he hated it. The only soul he was capable of falling in love with—gone, forever.

Alastor never took the whole “eternity of damnation” thing seriously, considering the power he held and how comfortable he really was in Hell. However, when he remembered her—

Hell truly was torture. And he was cursed to spend his eternity in death without her.

[crows-in-the-house]

Bill Cipher x Reader possesion hc's

tw: harm to reader, violence and blood?

i think he would posses you in your sleep, making sure you are deep in nightmare realm, getting in only when he's sure you won't wake up :

he will start his fun with drawing eyes on your eyelids and your forehead, maybe whole body if he's in the mood,

and the best part? It's going to be with a the pernament marker sucker!

if he gets bored he might start drawing triangles or riddles, sometimes just in places you won't see, like "Bill's property" on your nape (ha! you still have that you fool!)

oooh, and maybe he will tattoo that if you've been ignoring him lately

just so you know haha

will try to see if he can bite of ur fingers

will eat spiders (his fav human must be well feed)

will bath you in nailpolish so you're "well preserved"

will prank call random people hoping he finds any of the Pines numbers (so you two can go on a murder date!!)

will make a fashion show!

but don't hope it will turn out well, he will cut out "clothes" out of your curtains, make a shawl out of toilet paper and use a grater as a bracelet. Later you may just find yourself half naked cuz he bearly knew how to put back normal clothes on you (he will defend himself saying that real clothes are boring and out of style)

on the other hand he will also put on lots of jewelry and accesories - so you may also wake up with three hats, old winter glove, two bowties (which you didn't own earlier?) and 6 rings on your toes. enjoy!

sometimes Bill will just watch tv. Maybe he will comment on "my little ponny" or other shows, what else can he do? He has to talk to somebody, you know, while waiting for his lazy human. The next day you can feel ur throat burning and eyes itching

"what about building a portal?" - you would ask. Well no, he obviously does that. It's just that it's not so enjoyable when you don't have anyone to boss around! So he gets bored quickly and nags you about it later. Or send you more nightmares about it, cuz how dare you be so sloppy with your work!?

he will also draw himslef on all your mirrors so you can look at him every time u try to look at ur relfection (if you try to clean that off, he will just scratch it with something sharp the next day, so better be cearful, theres going to be lots of glass shards everywhere)

prolly will just throw brokade everywhere cuz its pretty

if he's feeling lonely or desperate he will start rewiring your brain, maybe adding a few fake memories where he's your hero, or putting himself in a place of somebody that helped you in hard sytuation. Remember that one time you got sick and somebody was next to your bed 24/7? Yeah it was Bill, do thank him.

will read all your thoughts about him

will drink a soup made of energy drinks and candy

will write his name on ur brain. or heart. or lungs, maybe just everywhere, why not?

will act like you in front of the mirror and compliment himself!

will try making a piercing. if he fails with your ears he will just practice on your tights! And neck!

will haunt down your friends, you better tell them you were just playing tag with them. Yes, with a knife, who doesn't?

will try to lick your eyeball

and elbow

also will hurt your body in weird ways but that obvious

(buuuut maybe, just maybe, he will make you not feel all the pain the next day. If he likes you that enough, that is)

[slutforalastor]

"Ah, he's got this problem." Your friend Mimzy waved her hand. "You know how animal demons get. I'd take care of him myself but I wouldn't want to spoil our working relationship. We go way back, you know."

Slowly, you nodded. "You'd consider it a personal favour?" That was how things worked in Hell. A consideration for a consideration. And dealing with the Radio Demon in rut was hardly a small favour, even if it did play well to your preferences.

"To me, yeah." Mimzy smiled broadly. "Just take him to a private room in the back and see that he's calmed down before it's time for the show. If he's cranky he's gonna start eating people, ugh." She fluttered her hand again. "Don't worry, though, he's an absolute sweetheart."

Seeing the Radio Demon turn sideways to get through the door, eyes glowing red and his huge rack of antlers festooned with cables, you were starting to doubt Mimzy's definition of sweetheart.

THIS POST CONTAINS MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. 18+

Content: Rutting, antlerplay, role reversal, give and take, banter, mutual masturbation, light femdom, biting, marking, a lot of flowery language for smut

You'd heard the stories and rumors, saw the occasional report on VNN, but you'd yet to encounter the Radio Demon for yourself. Even pushed to the edge where something resembling humanity plunges into dark depths of depravity, he's maintaining a grip on decorum, his wavering smile barely forming the syllables when he introduces himself as Alastor, his voice impossibly mimicking the sound of a mono recording from a bygone time. Mimzy is going to owe you big-time.

"I'm doing well, sir. I have to say, you look like you've had an awful day."

"It is... most inconvenient," he stammers, shaking his head like a beached animal trying to throw off water. Just as Mimzy had requested, you'd waited for him in the private room, and you're still laying in the bed, your body draped across the two rows of firm pillows, down to your lingerie for his ease. With wobbling steps, he begins to close the distance, loosening his bowtie.

"I really must insist that this matter... stay between us." The restraint he's displaying seems as though it's taking every bit of faculties he can spare; his breathing, his sight, his ability to stand, all seem to be sustained with the minimum amount of effort possible. Even glazed in electric red, you can tell his eyes are focused intently on you.

"Who would believe me, anyhow?"

"... Too true, no one would dream of calling me a liar," he agrees, pulling his waistcoat off and leaving it in a heap on the bureau. His undershirt is the same deep red, intersecting black stripes making a cross across the center of his chest. He rolls his sleeves up, then sets his cane on top of his waistcoat. "Any... sensitivities I should know about?"

"I like being kissed on the neck," you venture, playing it safe for opening bids.

He laughs wickedly, the glow casting light further than it could reach before, his antlers growing another section in size, branching out that much closer to the ceiling. "Oh, Mimzy didn't tell me you'd be so pure. Surely you have something more entertaining than that?"

"You think I do this sort of thing often enough to have an itemized list?"

He tuts at your attempt at banter, removing his shoes and leaving them in the gap under the bed. "I don't have time for experimentation, my dear. I'm asking if you think you can handle what I have to give."

"I've handled everything so far," you smirk.

"Let's see how you handle the best, then," he mutters. With a wave of his hand, a black tentacle rises to wrap around your midsection, pinning you in place. He's climbing onto the bed, teeth bared like an animal seconds from pouncing. There's hunger in his eyes, desperation in his motion, a frantic bent to the way he's starting to falter, his kayfabe crumbling with every push of his knees. He's got your legs open, mounting you, and you can feel something alive and thrashing, barely contained by the slacks tenting away from his midsection. His eyes are narrowed in ravenous anticipation, his hips pressing him into you, etching his longing lengthwise against the fabric of your underwear. You feel your upper teeth against your lip, knowing that despite all your talk, you can't hide how appreciative you are of his straightforward approach.

With a hoarse exhale, he fumbles with his belt, the restraining tentacle slipping southward to yank your panties down. Your eyes catch a glimpse of how prepared you are for what's coming next, the evidence staining a dark spot in the light fabric. The Radio Demon hikes his slacks down to the midsection of his thighs, the tip of his firmness kissing against your entrance, his erratic movements keeping him from slipping in. You take it in your hands, which makes him rear up in ecstasy, a hissing growl punctuating the reaction, and align it directly where it needs to go. With a thrust motivated by nothing more than primal need, he forces himself deep into you, grunting in satisfaction at your breathy gasps when it settles into your apex. He gives you little time to adjust, burying himself into you with harsh, crushing strokes, the red in his eyes leaving a tracer every time you shut your eyes against the force of it. His hands are against your forearms, pinning the both of them on either side, and when your head goes back, he finds the crook of your neck with his teeth, his tongue, his lips, seasoning you with scratches, leaving welts from kisses and bites. They sting like fire, they excite like aphrodisiac.

"Is that what you mean, my dear? Is that what you're looking for?"

You whimper something that sounds close enough to assent for him to grow bolder, making a map of your body, marking a trail, carving canyons, raising landmarks that stand red and pulsing against the canvas of your skin. All this in the throes of his rutting deep into you. It drives you mad, your legs wrapping around his waist, bidding him to see just how much of his mind he can lose.

"God, your fucking taste. It'd be such a shame to just devour you, though. So many uses for the whole." Or maybe you're using the homophone of that word to make him seem kinder.

A flailing hand finds your throat, freeing your arms by necessity. You catch onto the rack of black antlers nearly driving themselves into the headboard, using them for leverage to arch your back. You can't tell if you've irritated or excited him with your little move, but the result is the same; he's pressing you with enough force that you can feel the force of it in your midsection. You're seeing red, the sound of him making a mess of you ringing in your ears, two organs vying for sensations yet to be experienced, every other part of you a mere pretense, a chorus playing ensemble to the true performance. And he's reaching the climax of it, his bucking hips shaking your entire frame. You can feel every shift of his disposition in the bone of his antlers, and you hold on for dear life as his urge rushes into your lower half, filling you with thick heat. You're moaning unconsciously, letting him keep you impaled for as long as it pulses with diminishing vigor, feeling every twitch in his shaft as it empties itself. Finally spent, he releases you, the tentacle unwinding from around your waist. Your fingers, knuckles sore from strain, release his antlers, and you extricate yourselves from one another. You can feel his seed weep from between your legs, your breathing rapid, your skin slick with sweat. He collapses onto his back, his legs still entangled with yours, the fabric of his slacks a strange texture on your drenched skin. Straining, you lift your head up, seeing that despite his exhaustion, his cock hasn't calmed one bit.

"Still... not satisfied?"

"This damnable rut..."

You pull yourself up, your lower half numb and leaving a trail of translucence as you crawl to the space between his legs. You wrap a hand around him, and he breathes a hissing inhale that tapers into a low, long groan.

"I didn't ask you..."

"You look like you're in misery, you really don't want the help?"

"I am in no position to keep going..."

"So let me handle it."

You can see the conflict playing out in his expression, but his hips gently bucking against your hand tell a different tale. "Not a soul can know about this."

You nod your assent, giving the part that needs it more of your attention. It's as lively as when he was frotting it against you, throbbing with want, coated with spend. It makes a marvelous lubricant, the wet sound of skin against slick skin nearly obscuring his quiet moans.

"I couldn't help but notice that you have sensitivities of your own, sir."

"Surely you can't mean..."

Your free hand dances like a bird across the branches in his horns, his vocalizations and submissive thrusts suggesting that you have stricken quite the nerve. He's already oozing pre into your palm, a searching hand walking a blind path between your legs, caressing you in kind. You've got a wild idea, just crazy enough to sound worth doing. There's a real chance you'll never cross each other's path again, might as well indulge. You spot a path that ends in a blunt point in his rack, and take it into your mouth, flitting your tongue against the rough material, firm and tasteless, but eliciting such a response from him that you'd not dare release it. His fingers are stroking you with all the effort they can muster, his thrusts weak but sincere.

"Cannot believe... you're getting away with this," he whines, his voice so submissive compared to the one you first heard that it threatens to send you over the edge. Why not press your luck? You straddle his waist, inching him into you margin by maddening margin. He's got no more clever quips for you, his curled claws clutching fistfuls of ruined bedsheets. The view from on high is a pleasant one. A few more motions, and you feel that sensation alighting in him once again; you're ready to join him. His whimpers go up an octave, the crackling filter in his voice thickening, distorting. For the second time, he climaxes inside of you, your own orgasm arriving in tandem. The both of you cry out, his subdued and sweet, yours unrestrained and carnal. You fold into him, his initial reaction wanting to pull away, but he grants you this favor, letting you find the crook in his neck in parallel. He speaks unfiltered, more as Alastor than as the Radio Demon.

"You know, it can be so hard to find willing assistants for these difficult times. Perhaps I could call on you again, my dear."

Maybe it should be you that owes Mimzy.

[junedenim]

kiss me now before it gets too cute

part one

if you already fucked him, might as well keep doing it

warnings: smut, a little angsty, a little fluffy, a lot of fucking in various ways, etc.

word count: 4.4k

His hands are inching your legs. You've got him on his knees. He's unbuckled your little black-heeled Mary Janes. He's playing with your left leg's stocking, toying with the nylon, reaching the lacy trim. The detail irritates his skin. He looks up burning desire through you. "You get all dressed up for me?"

"I wear this all the time," you reason. These stockings were freshly purchased from Harrods but you don't like to let your desperation be known.

He shakes his head as he pulls the stocking down. "No, you don't. I know what you wear. I have to look at you every day."

"Have to?" You run your fingers through his soft ruffles of hair.

He smirks up at you as he throws the stocking behind him. "Want to." He moves over to your right leg. The tips of his fingers travel up the leg, sending goosebumps through you. He grips his thigh tightly, leaning in to kiss your knee, then up your inner thigh.

"Did you see what Gunner wore today?" You ask as he pulls off your other stocking.

Alex chuckles. "That stupid bowtie?"

You laugh through your nose. "With the little skulls all over it."

Alex looks up with a gasp. "I didn't see those." He shakes his head and nonchalantly takes off your panties. "God, Gunner is so stupid."

"The guy does design work for a living and I have never seen someone dress more like an idiot."

"Uh-huh." Without warning, his mouth is on you, charged and gnawing. It's heat and his nails digging into your thighs and you can’t help buck against him, but he seems to like that if the satisfied sounds he makes are anything to go by. He fucks you with his tongue, stroking your clit, teasing it, tugging it, pulling a string of obscenities from you that fall out alongside sob-like moans. “God,” you rasp, tugging on his hair, “higher,” and he shifts, accommodating, devouring, until—“God, yes—” and he doesn’t let you go until you've ridden out every wave. The next thing you know, you're on her back, legs shaking, your whole body covered in goosebumps.

His body crawls over you. "Did you bring a change of clothes?" You're dazed but nod. He kisses you. "Good." The next moment you open your eyes, he's taken his shirt off. You reach up to undo his buckle. "I can give you a ride to work tomorrow if you want."

"I drove here." You haven't really done that yet. You don't want to do that because this isn't something serious and he's your boss and even if allowed by your company, you want a career, the kind that he has. He'll be viewed in the same light as before but any success you get from that point forward will be labeled as being because of him. Maybe you're overthinking. He's never mentioned doing more than this but he is a nice guy for offering the ride. "But thank you."

He nods and is unaffected by your decline, too busy distracting you with a kiss. It's suffocating how good he is. He stands up to take his pants off while you dispose of your top and bra. It's rushed. The way you guys fuck is always rushed.

He's on top of you, pinning you down with his body. He enters you in an instant and hits the back of you. You fight to push your hips up but his weight prevents you. The pleasure is too much and has you writhing around as he rapidly thrusts into you. You moan in his ear and he groans in yours. His breath is hot in your ear, muttering, "Fuck."

It's sweaty and something about it seems gross but it's too pleasurable and too quick to even think about what either of you are doing and how his sweat mixes with yours. Your eyes are closed, clutching him, and he's stuttering noises as you're hit with an orgasm. He pulls out and his cum lands on you. You get the thought that another part of him has made a mess on you.

He's landed beside you, stomach caving with heavy breaths. You roll over. "You know, you can come in me if you like."

"Oh," he says. His eyes flutter open, staring up at you, all doe-eyed brown. "Okay. I didn't think...I didn't know you'd be cool with that. I didn't think we were doing that."

Your cheeks flush and you feel silly like some lovestruck teenager too naive to realize that you might not be alone. "Yeah. Right."

"I mean, I just—I didn't know you'd be comfortable with that." He turns his head in your direction. "I'm, you know, clean if that's what you're wondering. I'm not, like, fucking around with anyone else either."

"Okay. I'm not either. But if you wanted to you could."

You had been doing this for a couple of weeks, closing in on a month, and you rarely talked about what you were actually doing. You two talked. You learned about him, he learned about you, you laughed, he laughed. It was all sweet and light-hearted but you never went beyond that. You'd make fun of co-workers and you'd tell funny stories from university but you never talked about the hard things and the haunts of each other's lives. You know they are there. You've spotted things in his house that have been tucked away. The curtains in his room are too feminine to have been picked out by him and the conditioner he lets you use when you shower here isn't his. You remembered when he used to bring a woman to the office's Christmas party. You don't talk, not really.

"Yeah." He nods aggressively. "Same to you."

"Cool."

*

Work is dull. Elizabeth is out sick, which means there's nobody to talk to while working, and Alex and you have kept your relationship at work, strictly work-based and secret glances, you know, minus that one time in his office.

You're eating lunch in the breakroom, strategically taking your break when nobody else would be so you wouldn't be forced into any conversations. You're reading from a magazine with your feet propped up on another chair, stabbing at your salad leftover from one Alex made for dinner yesterday. There's an intimacy to it that you consciously choose to avoid.

The door to the breakroom opens causing you to sit up and remove your feet from the chair quickly. It's Alex and his empty mug. He looks so serious until he makes eye contact with you and a smile etches itself on him. "Don't stop on my account," he tells you. The door closes behind him and he walks over to the coffee machine.

You relax back, returning your feet to the chair, but keeping your eyes on him. "The whole office should pitch in and get you a coffee IV drip."

"Well," he brings the mug filled with steaming liquid to his face, "I was up late last night." He takes a sip from it but you can still see that smirk peeking out.

"By choice." You flip your magazine open, a smile playing on your lips as you read.

You hear him walking up behind you, his stare on you. "What are you reading? The Sun?"

You scoff, "It's The Economist."

"How intelligent," he comments.

"I stole it from Elizabeth's office." You laugh and close the magazine, tossing the issue onto the table. "I'm done with my lunch anyway."

He sits in the chair opposite of you. "Keep me company for a little."

"You have trouble occupying yourself?" You joke.

Alex chuckles. "No, I just, you know, like talking to you." It's too serious for work. He's staring at you and this is more intimate than when he fingered you on his desk. This should be reported to HR.

The door swings open again and you stand with your (Alex's) empty Tupperware. Gunner walks in with a jig in his step that makes you laugh under your breath. "Oh, hey!" He looks over at you. "A group of us are going out for drinks after work if you want to join." It's directed at you, he doesn't spare a glance at Alex.

You ignore loose plans you made with Alex about another night of sex and decide to say, "Sure."

"Great!" He cheers. Alex stands up, moving toward the exit. "Oh, uh, Alex, man," Gunner stutters, "you can come too if you'd like."

He shakes his head. "No thanks, Gunner. I've got plans." You're left confused if he's lying to Gunner or if he lied to you. But then again, you don't have the right to care.

Gunner exhales a sigh of relief. "The boss, am I right? I didn't exactly want him spoiling the fun. He scares me."

You shrug. "He's fine."

"Yeah, I mean, he's nice, and all, but he's leering, if you know what I mean."

Yeah, you know. You can practically feel him leering over you from a hallway away.

*

You can feel him leering over you at a bar he's nowhere near. It feels like his presence follows you everywhere these days. Maybe it's because you're with people from work. Maybe it's because he won't leave your mind ever.

Later that night, when you're drunk and at home lying in bed. Alex calls you. The sound of his voice and his simple ‘hey’ make your whole body buzz. Alcohol has made you loose and his voice makes you looser. You're hanging on him and his every word.

He continues, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing much,” you giggle.

“Oh, yeah? You have a fun night with Gunner?” He mocks.

"Yeah. What did you get up to?"

“Some work I've fallen behind on. I didn't really want to hang out with Gunner and all of you.”

“Even me?” You pout even if he can't see you. You're lost in a haze.

There’s a long enough pause that allows you to think that either he's waiting for you to talk or unwilling to answer. Things have felt awkward since last night. You realize he’s waiting for you to fix it. “What’s up, Alex?”

“I was just thinking about you.”

Fuck fucking fucked. Your heart starts beating a little faster. “Oh?”

“You wanna come over?"

“That’s not a good idea,” you say and bite your lip. You tug the covers over you, not for warmth, but to have something keeping you grounded. "I'm drunk."

"I could come and get you."

You're giggly saying, "No, don't. I'm in bed. I'm comfy in bed."

"Oh, yeah?"

You stretch out and emit a moan of pleasure. "Mhmm."

“Fuck.” He clears his throat. “I’m fucking hard just thinking about you.”

“Oh?”

“I really wanna fuck you.”

What is it with those words? It’s not like you haven’t heard them before. Go to any bar before closing, find a group of sad men or drunk frat boys, and you’ll hear that phrase 100 times over. But he says them and it shoots through you like a laser.

You try not to sound out of breath, a task that’s becoming harder and harder by the second. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Are you gonna make me beg?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“Fuck.”

“Take off your pants,” you command.

“Okay.”

You hear the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being opened and dropping to the floor. He breathes loud enough you can imagine he’s next to you.

“Now touch yourself,” you say in your most breathy whisper. Through the grunts and groans, hums and murmurs, you hear him swearing under his breath. You draw out the words, “Are you hard?”

His answer is more urgent, more agitated. “Really fucking hard.”

“What do you need?”

“You. I need you.”

Drunk with your newfound power, you take pleasure in letting him wait, listening to his every moan as he plays with himself on your command; thinking of you, listening to the sound of your voice, possibly imagining his hands being yours. Your skin prickles and your body craves friction. You tremble with anticipation, getting increasingly frustrated by your lonesome state wishing you did let him drive over here.

“You fucking like that?” You ask.

“Mmhm," Alex hums. "What are you doing?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you playing with yourself?"

Your hand lays over your cloth shorts. You could creep your hand down and do it but you wait. "No."

"Touch yourself, yeah? For me? Think about me touching you." The thought had already entered your mind before he said it. You itch, desperate and wanting him. Your hand reaches down and you shiver at your own touch.

Your breath is heavy against your phone as you ask, "How bad do you want me?"

"Really fucking bad. I want you fucking me."

"What are you going to do?"

“Yeah, fuck, I’m gonna—”

His loss of words turns you on even more. Your thighs rub together like they have a mind of their own and your fingers work away on you.

“Are you gonna fuck my mouth?” You ask. You can practically hear him working away on himself.

“Oh—”

“Fuck my mouth, Alex,” you say, his incoherent noises ramping up your performance even further. “Fuck. It.”

“Mmhm.”

“Are you gonna come?”

“Yes,” he breathes out. "You?"

You don't want him to know about you. The way he's made you rub yourself so intensely there's not even a chance to think. “Yeah," you moan into the phone.

“Yes. Oh fuck—”

There's silence on his end and you feel yourself overcome with bliss. Then, before either of you can say anything, you hang up the phone.

*

For the first weekend in about a month, you don't see him. Neither of you reached out and you're not sure if it's because of Friday's phone sex or if he really does have plans. You can never tell with Alex.

When you wake up Monday morning you're greeted with a text from Alex.

Wear something sexy for me?

You're not sure what to say back. He isn't usually this upfront, not since you first started this fucking thing. Since then there's been an unspoken understanding of what you're doing. Every move you've made to catch the other's eyes has been through choice. Never through soliciting.

What about you?

Are you going to wear something sexy for me?

He replies, Isn't a bowtie all you need?

You drop the phone like it's turned into hot lava in your hand. You have tried to will yourself to forget kissing Gunner at the bar like you did. It was a minimal makeout a handful of rounds in before he got you a taxi and you went home. You didn't want to deal with Gunner today at work and you definitely didn't want to deal with Alex ever knowing.

You wear what you want to wear and if it's sexy then that's completely unintentional. Even if your ass looks good in these jeans. He'll look sexy either way in his suit. So fucking annoying.

Elizabeth is back at work, which is nice, though you decide to spend most of your day in your cubicle, scared of being cornered by Alex or Gunner. God, are you the office slut?

You have your head buried in your hands when he knocks on the door. Your head snaps up and there he stands, smug and smirking. "I had a fun time on Friday."

"Yeah. I was really drunk."

He laughs, "I know." He inches closer and you hate yourself with every step he takes. "Let's do it sober sometime?"

Then, Alex walks in. "Oh, sorry," he apologizes.

"No, no, no," you insist. "You're fine."

"I just, uh, need to talk to you. Come to my office when you get the chance." You wish he would scoop you up in his arms and take you away. Instead, you're left to suffer with Gunner.

"I should probably go talk to him," you say to Gunner as you stand up from your chair.

"Boss calls. But let's hang out sometime, yeah?" He offers.

You don't bother answering. You walk out of the cubicle to Alex's office. Your heart thumps in time with every step. You give a light knock on the door and open it to see him, mimicking you. His feet are propped up on his desk and he relaxes in his chair riding The Economist.

"Very funny," you note as you shut the door.

He looks up and plays clueless. "What?"

"Shut up," you laugh as you sit in the chair across from his desk.

"You're wearing jeans," he remarks.

You rub your hands on the denim. "How observant of you."

He shakes his head. "Too casual for work."

"Half the staff wears jeans. You and Ed are the only ones who bother dressing up for some reason."

Alex shakes his head again. "I don't like you in jeans."

You frown dramatically. "That sounds really sad."

He chuckles. "I wanted easy access."

You quickly reply, "I'm not fucking you in your office."

"Okay."

"Okay."

You stare at each other from opposing sides of the room; the room that only feels to be getting smaller and smaller.

"What were you and Gunner talking about?" Alex inquires.

"I thought we were talking about work," you counter.

"I thought you were brighter than that."

You roll your eyes. "Personal business."

"How were after-work drinks?"

"Fine. I made out with Gunner." You're not sure if you're telling him to make him jealous or if you just need someone else to save you from the embarrassment of doing it.

Alex stares at you for a moment. Once he detects you are serious, he starts laughing. "Seriously? Really that desperate?"

You scoff at him. "I was really that drunk. You should know that from our phone call. I would have to be drunk to do that with you."

"You seemed to enjoy yourself." His smirk is only growing. "Even if you hung up on me."

That makes you smirk, challenging him and raising an eyebrow. "Whoops."

"Whoops?" He repeats. "It should be a punishable offense what you did to me."

"You gonna spank me at work? That's definitely an HR violation."

"Fuck HR."

"That's disturbing."

"Yeah, sorry." He seems genuine. "I just really want to fuck you right now."

You look down at your thumbs, twiddling them. "Then why didn't you call me this weekend?"

"I was busy," he excuses.

"Sure," you say entirely not believing him. "You weren't embarrassed?"

"What would I be embarrassed over?"

You shrug and look back up at him. "I certainly had you in the palm of my hand."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't know if you were the type of man who liked that." He was always dominating with you and while you two did have a decently equal level of power with one another it was hard to deny when Alex was shoving his cock down your throat that he had the upper hand. Let alone the fact that he is higher up in the company.

"Do you know how fucking hot you are?"

You laugh confused by him, furrowing your brows and squinting your eyes. "What?"

He leans forward on his elbows across his desk. "Do you even know what you do to me? I'd do whatever you say."

"I don't believe you."

"Yeah, you probably shouldn't." His eyes look down at the floor and you're unsure where his somberly remorseful tone comes from. "But I'd do anything you tell me to. Well, within reason."

You laugh. "You knew I was about to dare you to do some dumb shit."

He points his finger. "I could see the look in your eyes."

"Well," you sigh, "you know me too well." That intimacy creep comes up and it sends chills down your spine. Sometimes you want to go back to when he was a stranger to you. Sometimes you want him for yourself. Instead, you're left wondering whether he was out with someone all weekend and if you even have the right to care.

His silence seems to say the same thing. He leans back in his chair with no emotion on his face before a smile cracks on his lips. "So, Gunner, huh?"

"Shut up!"

*

Alex corners you at the end of the work day. The timing is too perfect for you to not think it's planned as you step on the elevator together. "Come over tonight?" He asks you.

"Why can't you come over to mine? Why do I have to be inconvenienced?"

Alex blows a puff of air out. "Don't let power go to your head."

You shrug. "Your choice."

"I'll be over in an hour. I'll bring dinner."

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

You separate in the parking lot and an hour later, he shows up at your door, a paper bag of takeaway in his hand. You eat on your couch because you don't have a table and he wears his suit while you wear your pajamas—your nice pajamas. His eyes stare at the spaghetti straps on the tank top as they slide off your shoulders. He notes that there isn't any bra underneath.

"Why'd you hang up on me?" He asks.

"Hmm," you say like you have no clue what he's referring to even though you definitely do and you want to push it down completely.

"On Friday, why did you hang up on me?"

"Because I finished," you say, even if it's not the full truth that you're terrified of him like Gunner is. That this could be something more but you aren't sure if you want it to be. That he picked up dinner from a restaurant you love and you know that's why he went there on his way here. That he hates your apartment because it's small and further from work and he gets stuck in traffic on the way here every time but he still came with no fight. That you looked over at him on Thursday night and thought about him coming inside you and wanted it so badly. That he really has all the power because you're so scared to make the next move.

"Okay." You can't figure out if that hurts that he doesn't care. You hate the confusion. You hate that you let him get to you at all. You hate that he's not fucking you right now.

Alex takes your plates and goes to the kitchen to wash them. You pad across the floor, coming up behind him. His hands scrub away at the plate and the water is loud enough that he hasn't noticed you.

You reach down to his belt and you feel him tense up. "What are you doing?" He asks as he shuts off the water.

You unbutton his trousers and touch him over his underwear. "Giving you a handjob." You pull his cock out and start tugging on it. He's moaning and you feel uncontrollable.

"Stop. I want fuck you." He pulls your hand away.

"Yeah?" You giggle.

Heat surges through him as he cups your face and kisses you. You travel backward, heading toward the couch. You open your mouth under the seeking pressure of Alex's. You curl your hand around the back of his neck and rest it there, keeping him close.

You land on the couch with him on top of you, strong in his kiss. You push him to lay back and straddle his lap, settling with your thighs spread wide and your body leaning heavily into Alex's. You curl your fingers into the front of his shirt and kiss with hunger.

"Alex," you whine as Alex twists your nipples over your tank top. "I want—"

You moan helplessly into his mouth. "How wet are you right now?" He's dirty with it. Always lacked a cleanliness in his teasing during sex. "You need attention? I can feel how hot you are, grinding against my cock. You don’t even realize you’re doing it, huh?"

"Then do something about it," you tell him.

He's quick in moving you to tug your shorts down. "Fuck," he groans, realizing you're not even wearing panties.

He runs his finger through you, making you quiver. "God, it's like no one has ever touched you."

"Shut up," you mutter as his fingers enter you. He's quick and you don't allow much room for yourself to breathe as you dig your head into the crook of his neck as his two fingers work away at you. "Fuck me," you moan.

And he takes it literally. He takes his fingers out and directs you onto his now hard cock.

"Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasps, hips twitching up. You start riding him, rhythmically moving your hips, which Alex's hands initially clutch onto.

Heat rushes into your face at the words, the way they make you squeeze around his cock, cling to his shoulders, and moving yourself deeper into him.

Alex reaches down to rub at your clit with the hand, little bursts of pleasure. "Oh, god," you mumble.

You can hear the smile in Alex's voice when he says, “Yeah? You like that?”

"Uh-huh." He lays you down on the couch and starts thrusting into you, a deep ache you feel all the way to your toes.

"You feel so good, so tight around my cock." His voice sounds strained now, a little breathier and hoarse as his hips snap forward.

You capture him in a cage with your legs around his waist, urging him deeper and deeper into you. "Harder," you whine. He fills you again in one thrust and doesn’t stop, fucking hard into you, hard enough that you can’t focus on anything else but the way it makes you feel.

You're close and his form is sloppy, which means he's close. "Fuck,” you cry as you come.

"Can I do it in you?" He asks quickly and breathlessly. You nod rapidly and he lets go his cum filling you. He collapses on top of you and you wished you had done this in your bed because he's heavy and you can feel his cum oozing out of you.

"I have to clean up."

"Okay."

*

You're brushing your teeth before bed and you see him in the mirror, standing in the door jamb looking at you. The sight is so domestic-looking that it nearly makes you sick if it didn't feel so sweet. He's standing in his boxers watching you brush your teeth.

"What?" You utter with toothpaste in your mouth.

He looks down at the floor. "I, uh, didn't do anything this weekend, if that's what you think."

You spit out your toothpaste. "You can do whatever you want, Alex. I'm not the boss of you."

"I know, but we are kind of..."

You shut the running water off. "Kind of?"

"Look whatever this is I just want you to know you don't have to worry about anything." He's evasive.

You're blunt with it. "You mean STDs?"

"Yeah," he lightly chuckles.

You look at him through the mirror. "You don't have to worry about me either."

"Gunner doesn't have anything?" He jokes.

"I don't think Gunner has ever actually been with a woman." You share a laugh with him. You rest your hands on the edge of the sink and calm yourself, telling him, "But I don't want to do that with Gunner."

"Who would?" He chuckles, pleased with his own joke.

"Yeah." You smile at him before looking down at the sink basin, staring at the drain. "Well, I'm not going to do that with anyone, you know, as long as you're not going to do it with anyone."

"I'm not going to do it with anyone." And then he disappears off into your bedroom.

*

a/n: i guess this is a series just like everything else. what can i say? i can never leave anything well enough alone.

[leftoverghosts]

half in love with her, and tremendously sorry

patrick zweig x childhood friend reader

"I don’t think I could survive seeing you with someone else."

warnings: nsfw!!! some curse words. pretty much plot so i could write reader begging for it again (my one good party trick). use of she/her for reader. no use of y/n. not beta read.

nori says: to the anon who requested this, i love you. psa: i'm going to hang up my horndog hat for a bit and return to my angst roots. (also praise me, i didn't use the word tension once!! free me forever) xoxoxo

word count: 2,000?~

Mr. Zweig’s seventieth birthday gala was ostentatious to the point of parody. The ballroom of the Zweig family estate in Scarsdale glittered with the kind of extravagance that made people whisper the word dynasty under their breath, the chandeliers dripping with crystal and history.

The guest list was exclusive, filled with elite names by Patrick's mother, a descendant of the Rothschilds, and you, her de facto daughter in law— whose family's fortune was shrouded in mystery but rooted in generational wealth. Your great-great-grandfather, great-grandfather, and grandfather on both sides, were all born into privilege and riches.

As the night's events unfolded, you found yourself standing near the main table, holding a champagne flute in one hand while your date, a perfectly presentable finance bro, stood nearby, charming an elderly guest about his take on cryptocurrency and market trends.

True to form, Patrick arrived late. He had always despised these gatherings since you were children, rolling his eyes at his mother's insistence on upholding traditions. But he was here, all the same, his jaw tight, his bowtie undone in a deliberate nod to rebellion. It was the kind of disheveled charm that made people forgive him for being an ass.

And when his eyes landed on you—on your date—they darkened in a way that made you feel both victorious and a little nervous.

It wasn’t that you were intentionally trying to irritate Patrick. Well, maybe just a little bit, but you honestly hadn’t thought he’d attend. And this is what he deserved for not be available to escort you earlier.

Before you could even prepare, he was cutting through the crowd, murmuring clipped greetings to family friends until he reached you. “We need to talk,” he said quietly, making sure only you could hear him.

"Must we?" you countered, taking a slow sip of your champagne.

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth, his hand brushing your elbow in a way that wasn’t a suggestion but a command. “Now.”

Patrick all but dragged you through the twisting halls of his family’s mansion, your steps stumbling short. When he finally pulled you into his childhood bedroom, you couldn’t help but laugh. “God, this room. It’s like stepping into 2002.”

“Cut the crap,” he snapped, shutting the door behind him. His expression was stormy and his usual composure cracked wide open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t know, Patrick,” you said with an exaggerated shrug, leaning casually against the edge of his old desk, the perfect picture of indifference. “Attending your father’s birthday party?”

He stepped closer, his jaw tight. “You know what I mean. Him. Bringing him here. Parading him around. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“Oh, relax,” you said, rolling your eyes. “He’s harmless. Besides, you wouldn’t have even shown up if your mother hadn’t threatened to cut you out of her will.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” you challenged, crossing your arms.

“The point is—” He stopped, visibly struggling for words. His pants were usually down around his ankles when you were alone together. This was unchartered territory. “I don’t think I can survive seeing you with someone else.”

The room seemed to hold its breath. You tilted your head, a wry smile playing at your lips. “Well, you haven’t burst into flames yet, so clearly you’re stronger than you think.”

“This isn’t a joke,” he admonished, taking a step closer. His eyes held something that made your heart lurch despite yourself. “I mean it. Seeing you with him, pretending like this—I can’t do it.”

“What do you think this is, Patrick?” you countered, your tone sharper now. “We’ve been playing games since we were kids. The only difference is that now, the stakes are higher.”

He shook his head, his expression tightening slightly. “I don’t want to play anymore. Not with you.”

His hands found yours, and for a moment, he just looked at you, searching your face for something—an answer, a reprieve, a reason to believe he wasn’t crazy and you were actually in love with him.

“You feel it. I feel it. Why can’t we just give this a go? I want to be your plus one, baby. I know I don't deserve you. I know I've hurt you, but I also know that what we have is real. It's messy and complicated and probably a little twisted, but it's ours. And I don't want to waste another second pretending otherwise."

You stared at him, your defenses crumbling as his words sank in. “How long will that last?” You hesitated, “How long can I expect you at the table, Pat? You always push me away, you’d rather brood and sulk than admit you actually care.”

“We both sulk,” his lips twitched with the ghost of a smile breaking through his frustration. “But I do care, I love you. More than is good for either of us. It’s been that way since we were kids, since before I even knew what love was. And I know I'll love you until the day I die, whether you choose me or not.”

“Well,” you said, your voice laced with a shaky laugh, “that’s a hell of a confession to make next to your poster of The Pussycat Dolls. Nicole Scherzinger would be disappointed to lose her place as number one in your heart.”

"Come here," Patrick rolled his eyes as he reached for your face with his large hands. You pursed your lips in annoyance and he leaned down to kiss them. There was a brief moment of stillness before his signature smirk returned. “I’m going to cum inside you and then we’ll go back out there and you can ignore that douche.”

“And they say romance is dead?” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Patrick's lips crashed against yours with a fevered intensity, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he walked you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the old bed.

The same bed where you had spent countless nights as unshapen youth whispering secrets and sharing dreams, where you had comforted each other through heartbreaks and celebrated each other's triumphs.

It was only fitting that this is where you would finally surrender to the inevitability of your love.

He lowered you down gently, the mattress dipping under your combined weight. His body covered yours, his hardness pressing against your stomach in a way that made you gasp into his mouth. His tongue swept inside, tangling with yours in a dance that was both familiar and exhilarating.

His hands roamed your body, skimming over the silky fabric of your dress before finding the zipper at the back.

You whined, giving him a look of warning. “Don’t tear it, this is Vintage! 1956 Balmain.”

“I won’t tear your ugly collectable,” Patrick sighed, tugging the zipper down more slowly than he would have without reproachment, his fingers brushing against your bare skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your own hands working to divest him of his tuxedo jacket and dress shirt. When you were both finally bare, skin against skin, a shiver of anticipation raced down your spine.

"I need you," he murmured against your mouth, his voice rough with desire. "I've always needed you."

He moved to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your collarbone and then lower, his tongue swirling around your nipple before drawing it between his lips, sucking hard. You cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle licks and sharp nips that had you writhing beneath him.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect," he said, squeezing them roughly in his large hands. "Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Let me see that pretty pussy."

You obeyed without hesitation, parting your thighs and baring yourself to his hungry gaze. He groaned at the sight of your glistening folds, already slick with your arousal.

"You're dripping," he was in awe, his fingers ghosting over your slit. "Is this all for me? Are you this wet just from a few kisses from me?"

"Yes," you breathed, your hips canting up, seeking more of his touch. "It's all for you, Pat. Only for you."

"Always so ready for me," he murmured approvingly, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "Such a good girl, getting this soaked just from me touching you."

You whimpered, your hips bucking up into his hand, seeking more friction. He obliged, slipping one long finger inside you, then two, stretching you open. He pumped them in and out, curling them just so, hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

"Pat, please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for, just knowing you needed more, needed all of him.

"Please what, baby?" he taunted, adding a third finger, the delicious burn making you clench around him.

"Fuck me," you moaned, your voice wrecked with desperation. "I need you inside me, right now."

Patrick grinned wickedly, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He made a show of licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat this sweet little cunt for hours."

Your core throbbed at his filthy words, a fresh gush of arousal coating your inner thighs. He noticed, of course he did, and chuckled darkly. "Later. Right now, I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

He positioned himself at your entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging your opening. You held your breath, waiting for that first delicious stretch. But Patrick, ever the tease, just rubbed himself along your slit, coating his length in your slickness.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Beg me to fill this tight little pussy."

"Please, Patrick," you whined, dignity be damned. "Please fuck me. I need your big cock splitting me open. I've been such a good girl, I deserve it." You weren't usually vulgar, but this was his love language.

"Fuck yes you do," he agreed, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside you to the hilt.

You cried out at the sudden intrusion, your walls fluttering around him as you adjusted to his girth. He gave you a moment, peppering kisses along your face and neck as he murmured praises into your skin.

"You take me so well, baby. This cunt was made for my cock, wasn't it? So fucking tight, squeezing me like you never want to let go."

"Never," you agreed breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "I never want to let you go."

Something flashed in Patrick's eyes at your words, raw and real and achingly vulnerable. But then he was moving, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, and coherent thought became impossible.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes that had the antique bed frame creaking in protest. You met him thrust for thrust, your hips rising to take him deeper, your nails raking down his back as you held on for dear life.

The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your needy whimpers and his guttural grunts. You could feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of your spine with each expert roll of his hips.

"Fuck, I'm close," Patrick panted, his rhythm growing erratic as his own release approached. "Cum with me, baby. I want to feel this greedy little cunt milking my cock."

With a keening cry, you shattered, your walls clamping down around him like a vice drawing out his own release.

With a hoarse shout of your name, Patrick came, spilling himself deep inside you, marking you from the inside out. His hips jerked through the aftershocks, until finally, he collapsed on top of you, spent.

For a long moment, you just held each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding. His weight on you was comforting, grounding. A physical reminder that this was real, that you weren't dreaming.

Finally, he lifted his head, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face. "So," he said, his voice still rough around the edges. "Think we can scandalize my family by skipping out on the rest of the party?"

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from your chest, light and carefree.

[foxcantswim]

FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader [Safety Latch]

(gif by me)

Vanessa teaches you how to repair Freddy. She's definitely feeling platonic things right now. Contents: Fluff, Angst(ish), First Kiss Warnings: N/A WC: 1,598

(Freddy repair process is based on Help Wanted 1 gameplay)

You nervously circled around Freddy. Even as he sat on the chair he still towered over you. You had only been working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria for a few months now as the new overnight security guard, you were quite surprised when you got a call telling you to repair the animatronics despite no prior training.

You had thankfully met an officer called Vanessa on the first night on the job, she seemed to know quite a bit about the animatronics.

"Try not to worry too much," Vanessa said as she leaned over to fumble around in some drawers nearby.

"What if I break him?!" you exclaimed, worry in your voice.

Rolling her eyes with a smirk, she looked over at you, "You won't break him. I'm here to teach you the basics."

"I'm surprised you even know how to..."

She shrugged, "There's a lot you don't know about me, Y/N."

Vanessa brought out a small strange looking box and placed it on the desk near Freddy, "What's that?" you pointed towards the box.

"His music has been glitching out a lot lately. That is a music box. I think it's about time he got a replacement, god knows when he last had one," she stood up from her stool which was directly in front of Freddy, she then beckoned you over with her finger, "Sit."

Gulping harshly, you walked over and sat down. Freddy was currently deactivated, yet a slight twinge of fear ran through you. Your eyes landed on a blue bin to your right, there was a couple of different clothing items within it.

Vanessa noticed your curiosity, "That's just in case he has anything inside him that doesn't belong. We always make sure he's thoroughly cleaned out."

You let out a shaky breath with a nod, "Okay... Okay." Vanessa switched on some extra lights to give you more lighting, hoping to help you out a little bit more. Her hand soon landed on your shoulder in comfort. Both of your eyes soon landed on the huge animatronic in front of you.

"Right. Lets get this over and done with." She removed her hand from your shoulder, sadly, and she grabbed a toolkit from a shelf, "Hopefully he doesn't have any irreparable damage," she really did hope it was just the music box that needed switching out.

"Where do we start?" you said, your eyes not daring to leave Freddy.

The blonde put the toolkit onto the desk before moving back to your side, "Okay. First things first we need to get into his chest cavity. I'll walk you through it." She pointed up towards Freddy's chest, "First you need to grab his bowtie and pull it out towards you."

"Wh-What? What if I break it, I-"

"Y/N..." she sighed, "You won't break it. It was designed to do this. You're not scared of this little teddy bear, are you?" she teased as her hand landed on your upper back, pushing you forwards ever so slightly, you shivered under her touch.

A pout had landed on your face at Vanessa's words before you decided to finally raise a shaky hand up towards the bowtie, attempting to face your fears. You had been saying that you were merely afraid of breaking the animatronic... But truthfully you were worried about what this thing was capable of, after all it seemed to be sentient from what you had seen in the past few months.

Finally your hand grasped the bowtie and pulled gently, you didn't expect the chest cavity to fly open so quickly causing you to flinch back.

"There... Good job. That's step one done," her hand moved to your shoulder and squeezed it, "Thankfully there doesn't seem to be anything that doesn't belong in here... Now here comes the fun part," she said through a sigh, sarcasm in her words.

Within the chest cavity you could see some sort of mechanism swinging from side to side, behind it there was a device that seemed to resemble a music box.

"Right, this thing here," she pointed towards the mechanism that was swinging, "Is the safety latch. It causes a shutdown if anything gets in the way. So don't touch it. And don't touch any of his wiring, you can get a nasty shock from it," she eyed the music box in the bottom right of his cavity, "All you need to do is take that out, and then push that red button right there on his endoskeleton to reset his safety latch. Easy?"

You nodded, "Y-Yeah... Sure."

All you had to do was grab the music box without touching the safety latch that was occasionally swinging in front of it. Simple.

"And then you have to reconnect the new music box. Then we are all done. There doesn't seem to be any other damage, so that's all we need to do."

Your already shaky hands seemed to shake even more as you slowly reached towards his chest cavity. You stopped yourself just short of the music box, narrowly avoiding the safety latch.

"Hey... Take it easy. No rush," Vanessa reassured.

A few moments passed and yet your slowly retracted your hand, unsure of what to do. You definitely didn't expect for Vanessa's own hand to slowly lay on top of yours, "Here... I'll help you," her voice was soft, her face flushed a slight red.

You could feel your heart beating rapidly as Vanessa's cool skin smoothed over your warm hand.

"And... Here we go," she slowly guided your hand towards the music box, the safety latch still slowly swinging left and right. Her head was next to yours, her breath tickling the side of your ear. You could feel her chest resting against your back as she leaned over your shoulder, "Just one quick grab, okay?" you flexed your fingers as Vanessa moved your hand closer.

It was over before you knew it, Vanessa had successfully guided your hand to the box and helped you remove it with no complications. You were surprised at how easy the box seemed to detach.

"See. You did it," her voice was quiet as she still kept her head next to yours, "Nice job, Y/N," she removed her hand from yours finally, you had to stop yourself from reaching back out for it, "Lemme get that for you." She expertly pressed the red button whilst dodging the safety latch, the latch then slowly came to a stop.

You placed the damaged music box onto the desk before grabbing a new one. Vanessa stepped aside so you could put the new music box inside the chest cavity. At least the safety latch no longer moved, this was a piece of cake.

"You'll be a natural in no time," Vanessa smirked at you as you finished connecting the music box, "I'm proud of you for not fucking it up at least."

You couldn't help but smile.

Vanessa proceeded to close Freddy's chest cavity and put the bowtie back in place.

You didn't really know what came over you, but you decided to stand up from the stool and walk over towards Vanessa, "I definitely couldn't of done it without you." She turned around to meet your gaze. You could already feel the blush spreading across your cheek as you reached up to kiss her on the cheek, "Thanks, Van."

A shy laugh escaped Vanessa, "No worries, Y/N."

The pair of you still stood face to face, neither daring to move away. You barely caught Vanessa's gaze flickering down to your lips, you felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

Vanessa took you not moving away as a sign, and she slowly leaned in. Her lips brushed against yours, almost feather light. Your eyes closed shut at the contact. She couldn't stop herself from smiling into the kiss as she decided to deepen it ever so slightly. You were shocked at the sudden kiss, you never even thought about Vanessa having feelings towards you.

You stepped forwards to get closer to her, but Vanessa abruptly pulled away as her back banged into Freddy.

She let out a laugh, "Sorry, Freddy," she pat Freddy's knee. She looked back at you, a soft look in her eyes. You were about to speak but were cut off by Vanessa pecking your lips once again, "We'll have plenty of time to talk about this later, Y/N," she smiled.

"Y-Yeah..." you gulped.

Vanessa's hand cupped your jaw and her thumb rubbed your cheek. You were just about to lean into her touch but she suddenly pulled away. She nodded her head towards the door, "Come on, Y/N. It's about time we go and check up on the others. They're not going to repair themselves." Her hand interlocked with yours to your surprise.

Your breath hitched as you were dragged out the room, she shot a wink your way.

A part of you didn't want to do this anymore, another sense of dread washing over you. But an even bigger part of you would do anything to be that close to Vanessa again. You'd do anything to get her to guide your hand again. In any way she wanted.

Vanessa opened the door.

You simply smiled once you saw Bonnie.

Vanessa x F!Reader - Jealousy (Fluff,Angst,Established Relationship)

Vanessa x F!Reader - Total Insecurity (Angst,Hurt/Comfort)

[activesplooger]

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Notes: (MDNI) don't be afraid to give me feedback on this one! (grammar, criticism, wtvr u notice!). idk wtf im doing but it took a long time and like 200 redo's. enjoy!!!

Summary: Years later. The aftermath of the 'incident'. CW: angst, mistreatment of workers, abuse of power, vox being an ass, fluff if u squint, confrontation, lot of exposition sorry lol, Word Count: 2,217 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Masterpost!

Years later... The Vee's empire grew exponentially and are now the three top overlords in hell. As they grew, they upgraded and relocated to a new gaudy building called the "Vee Tower" which's big enough for all 3 members to reside and do their business. Vox now had a similar, but still new, upgrade to his head. His flat-screen face glows blue and has red almond-shaped eyes. The left eyelid of his is black, like his eyebrows, while his right eyelid is a bright teal, like his teeth. He wears a navy blue and teal striped blazer with matching navy slacks. A grand ruby bowtie tied around his neck, just above the red and black dress shirt he now wore. And to top it all off, he wore a top hat and a charismatic smile.

You still worked for Vox, however, your job description changed over the next few years. You went from being introduced as “This is Y/N, my friend and assistant!” to “This is an employee of mine, she won’t be a bother.”. It was agitating that he started to distance himself from you. I mean, you save his fucking life and let him weep in your arms like a child and this is the thanks you get?!

Vox had also acquired a reputation being a friendly, charismatic, entrepreneur. What a load of bullshit. His media persona was all a facade, a scam to get people to buy his products and/or work for him. You feel bad for the newer employees who deal with Vox's wrath. At least for you, you could cling to the old version of him and have some sort of positive outlook on your boss. The new staff members didn't have any outlook on their boss besides terror and apprehension. They would simply get charmed into a job and then see how Vox's personality does a fucking 180, turning into a complete jackass as soon as their soul was his. Your boss is cold to all his employees, abusing his power over them just for a power trip, a reminder of where they stand in this company. If an employee made one mistake, they'd immediately called to Vox's office for the shakedown of their life. Fucking terrifying.

The whole company shifted into a mess of moral corruption. All of VoxTech’s advertisements were schemes to hypnotize you into craving their products. Manipulation is a key tactic at VoxTech. If people watch any of the programs controlled by the company, they’ll likely hear the phrase ‘Trust us’ more often than not. And in turn, If they hear it enough, they’ll start to believe it. That’s what lured people in, making VoxTech and trust synonymous with each other until ultimately, they buy their shit. Pretty subtle tactic compared to the others. Other ways included Vox straight-up hypnotizing people with his powers. Yet another astounding example of the great morals exemplified by your boss!

Some part of you wished you never helped him that day... you hated yourself for thinking that. In spite of how shitty he is, you missed him. Not the fake media version, or the shitty boss version, the old him. The real Vox. You'd find yourself reminiscing on the late work nights you had with him. He'd order takeout, and you'd help him with his work for hours on end until you'd fall asleep at your desk from fatigue. You never failed to wake up with a crick in your neck from the cramped position, but you always had a familiar coat swaddled around your shoulders. It was the little moments with him that meant a lot. Back when he wasn't so hostile. It was starting to get on your nerves. Seeing your boss- no- seeing your old friend become a jaded prick all because of some excessively red deer fucker?! You knew Alastor hurt him, and yeah, it's understandable to be a little messed up after it... But didn't he really have to take it out on everyone else?! 'Why couldn't he just be honest and talk about what happened?! Why the fuck did he forbid you from speaking about it?!'. These questions rang in your head for years. But you could never ask him... Could you? You definitely weren’t a pushover, but you also weren’t a dumbass. As much as you wish it weren’t true, Vox had the upper hand and a mean temper. However, at this point, you were at the end of your rope. You needed answers, just... maybe not now. Soon. Maybe? Fuck! No matter how much you refused to admit it, he terrified you. You knew he could end you in an instant, he made that very clear when he nearly choked you to death. By now the bruises faded, obviously, but the emotional scars were very much there... You don't forget nor forgive what Vox did to you. So much was left unsaid that day and remains unsaid, you still can't really process it all. You tried to make excuses for what happened, something to console you and give you some sort of reason for everything. The blame always fell on Alastor, which, you felt was true to at least some degree. Your theories aren't enough to soothe your troubled thoughts. It still nagged at you, it always did. If there was some way for you to obliviate this, you would done it have a long time ago.

And the cherry on top of it all is the fact that you have to see him every day and pretend like nothing ever happened. Your workplace serves as a constant reminder of what happened, you couldn't possibly get yourself to stop thinking about it. Every fiber of your being just wanted you to call him out and pry into every detail of what happened with Alastor- But you held back... Part of you felt he would hurt you... again... As much as you want answers, being hurt and possibly killed over it definitely isn't worth it.

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Your heels clicked on the black flooring as you walked to Vox's office. Vox had previously emailed you to bring him some paperwork for some new employees who were recently hired. You carried the heavy stack of documents in your hands, your arms begging for relief. Couldn’t these have been digital like everything else? You could’ve sworn he did this just to make things harder for you. Prick. The path to his desk was long and narrow, with sharks swimming around beside it. A large circular platform that held Vox’s desk and various monitors accompanied by heaps of cords and cables ended the path. From a distance, you can see your boss berating another employee. The worker cowered on the ground beside the desk as Vox loomed over him, a scowl etched across his face. You increase your pace to his desk in an attempt to shorten the eyesore in front of you. "Let me get this straight," The TV demon inches closer "You want to waste M҉Y̴ time M҉Ɏ money, MɎ-". "I-I just want some time off, Mr. Vox," the trembling staff member interrupts "I-It's my wife and I's anniversary I-I just need a couple hours-". A teal blue collar takes shape around the worker's neck, you couldn't believe the sight before you. Rage and pent-up strain filled your core, it killed you to see him doing this to someone else. Right in front of you no less. Your breathing becomes shallow, the memory of Vox choking you haunting your brain as you see another employee going through what you did. Should you stop it? Would that only make things worse? Fuck- 'Getoutgetoutgetoutgetout'. That phrase repeats in your head like a mantra, you need to get the fuck out of there. You couldn't stand being there any longer.

Large teal claws grasp at the end of the leash attached to the collar, pulling the chain closer as Vox speaks. "ɎØ҉U҉ ŁƗSŦɆN ĦɆɌɆ ɎØ҉U҉ F҉U҉ȻꝀƗNǤ-". The slam of papers cuts off Vox, he whips his head to the sound only to find you walking out of the office in a huff. Tears welled up in your eyes. 'Getoutgetoutgetoutgetout'. Pushing the doors open you run out, tears falling down your cheeks as you struggle to catch your breath. You turn the corner and slump against the nearest wall, burying your head in your knees and unsteady sobbing.

After you left, Vox just stares at the door you stormed through. The chain vanishes from his grip, and his hands fall to his side as longing and regret cross his features. Your boss's mind was so preoccupied with you leaving that he didn't notice the employee scurrying out the door. Once he realized that he let the worker off the hook, he didn't call him back. No. He let him go. Vox had bigger things to deal with. You.

Whilst you lay there, slumped against the wall, you feel something drape over your shoulders. But, when you lift your head, you don't see anyone, only a blue zap darting up to a security camera. You furrow your eyebrows and turn your head to see what was draped over your back. Your eyes are met with a navy blue and teal striped blazer comfortably enveloping your shoulders. "...Vox?" --

For a few hours, you clutched onto the jacket as you sobbed, but, eventually, you had to suck it up and work. And return the jacket. Fuck. That's gonna be awkward... 'I can't just keep it, can I?' you thought as you grabbed the jacket and made your way to his office, bracing yourself for the uncomfortable conversation ahead.

You quietly make your way over to Vox's desk, his eyes fixed on the monitors in front of him, not noticing you. "Sir?". "Gah!" Vox springs up out of his chair and nearly falls out of it, "Y/N! What the fuck?!". "Sorry sorry!" you apologize, "I didn't mean to startle you, Sir.". An awkward grin spreads across your face as you hold out the jacket to him "I came to return-" the jacket gets snatched out of your hands "-this". Vox slides the jacket over his black and red dress shirt, "Finally!" he exclaims. You stand there awkwardly after he ripped the blazer out of your hands while Vox just got back to work on his computer. "Can I help you?" Vox questioned with a condescending look on his face. "Hm? Oh! No no, I just wanted to thank you, so- Thank you." A soft smile crossed your features, hoping that this would spark a sincere discussion. Rolling his eyes, he responded with an annoyed tone, "Well, don't. Just accept the gesture and move on, we don't. need. to talk about it."

A scoff escapes your lips, "Typical." you mutter.

“What was that?” Vox eyes bored into yours as he got up to fully face you, his tall stature towering over you.

Normally, you’d back down from a situation like this. You knew that Vox could overpower you in an instant. But something in you just snapped, you couldn't take it any longer. Any fears or doubts you had suddenly disappeared. You just can't take it any longer.

“You heard me” you retort, standing up as straight as possible to try and match his height. Red vexed eyes narrowed at you, staring deeply into your eyes, "If you had any brain in that head of yours you'd back off, Y/N." he barked. The skin over your knuckles pulls taught as you balled your hands into fists, "If you had any brain in that flat head of yours you'd understand why I'm fed up with your shit!" you lashed out, "I swear if I wasn't soul-bound I'd leave your TV ass in an instant!" Vox's crimson eyes widened, he seemed genuinely surprised at your exposure of him, "Excuse me? I've given you ɆVɆɌɎŦĦƗNǤ! You'd be blundering around Hell if I hadn't hired you!" Your eyes practically roll out of your head. "You haven't given me anything besides a daily fucking migraine!" "I will not take this, I'm your superior, Y/N!" your boss blustered, "Or did you forget? Perhaps I should give you a reminder-". The all too familiar teal blue leash starts to materialize in his hands causing a knee-jerk reaction out of you. Your hands instinctively grab the half-embodied chain and yank it to the side.

SNAP!

The two of you stand there, watching in disbelief as the teal links slowly disappear. You're not sure how you managed to stop the soul-leash from fully forming, but you did. Finally prying your eyes off the now absent chain, you look up at Vox. He was still looking down like a deer in the headlights, looking vulnerable and powerless. The sight of him reminds you of the way he looked when he desperately clung to you after his falling out with Alastor. You hadn't seen him like this since then. For the first time in years, he wasn't in control of something. The overlord's voice faltered as he mumbled, "How did-". "I don't know," you responded abruptly. ... Red gleaming eyes lifted to meet yours, "You want to talk? Fine. You've convinced me," he slumps back into his chair, his elbow popping up his head as he looked at you with an exasperated look, "Talk."

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to be continued! hope u liked this chapterr its the longest of the two. this one took me long as fuck sorry lol i havent had a lot of free time. lmk if u want to be apart of the tag list :) also leave me some feedback in the replies or the ask me anything tab iyw!

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[radioisntdead]

Hi I was wondering if you could do the vees seperate minus valentino falling for a person they had a one-night stand with. If you want maybe they couldn't find them for a long time only to find out they've been at the hotel?

Good evening my dear! Indeed I can!

TV faced prince and respectless social media princess try to find their Cinderella headcanons

Flat faced TV prince

Any sinner would've been lucky to got Vox where you did, unclothed and blue screening.

Any sinner would've begged to see him again but you? YOU HAD THE FUCKING NERVE TO GHOST HIM??

But seriously you had managed to not only get in this guy's sheets but leave him yearning for you? For your touch? For your voice? His heart aching to see you again?

He woke up fully expecting you to be there beside him, looking gorgeous and hopefully shirtless but NO, you weren't there! Maybe you were making coffee? Playing with Vark?

He looked around for you everywhere and you weren't there!

Maybe you had gone to work? He swore he rescheduled for you to have the day off, right?

Bro walks into his office only to see a letter of resignation.

You quit and fuckin' vanished after fuckin' him

How dare you, like have the decency to at least text him so he can find you?? You don't have to ask for another one night stand [two night stand??]

Just text him!! Wait do you even have his number? Does he have yours? Wait he does! Why didn't he think of it sooner? FUCK ITS NO LONGER IN SERVICE

You left him trying to find you for months! Months! He looked through countless security cameras, tried to find out where you lived, where you frequented,

Turns out you moved out three days before fucking him.

Turns out the places you frequented didn't have cameras. Just his luck

He was NOT going this far for some dumbass sinner who absolutely rocked his world one night.

He was not better then this!

So why was he obsessing over you? Absolutely fantasizing about the night you spent together, dreaming about it. Ruining several pairs of pants

Eventually he finally found you! Fighting for that stupid hotel on extermination day!

F U C K

Honestly sleeping with a Vee, not just any Vee but Vox, the CEO of vox tech only to move to the one place he has trouble getting to because of a certain deer? Power move.

Speaking of said deer did the two of you have anything? Obviously no right??? RIGHT???

Well after he blows a fuse he puts his big boy TV pants on, wears his best bowtie [probably hoping you'd be the one to take it off]

And heads to the hotel with a bouquet of flowers fully prepared to woo you into abandoning the chance of redemption, a chance to go pass the pearly gates in order to... Fuck the tv again???

Personally I wouldn't but you could if you want!

Respectless social media princess

Be her, go to an event, find someone you just instantly CLICK with, so much that you book a hotel room for the two of you and do the unholy dance of intercourse, you don't exchange numbers or socials just first names, you go to sleep after they clean you up and treat you like the princess you are fully expecting them to be there when you wake up,

ONLY FOR THEM TO BE GONE, leaving nothing but the scent of their perfume/cologne

Yeah you wouldn't be too happy about that would you??

Honestly she wasn't going to care, sure go AHEAD and leave her, whatever your loss.

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So turns out she DID care, because she found herself thinking of mysterious you! You treated her so, so sweetly, so nice. You made her respectless heart beat.

And so she spent months trying to hunt down and find your social media, honestly it was impressive you managed to invade her for so long.

She'd ask Vox for assistance but how can you ask if you don't have so much as a picture of the person you're looking for??

Honestly she was tempted to give up but wouldn't you know an ad came up for that stupid haz-what hotel and who was there? Looking just as amazing as the day she met and bedded you?

You!

Girl has never image searched and found someone's social medias so fast.

She stalks your social medias reading every sinstagram caption, watching every Vox-tok you made with your little hotel friends,

You weren't seeing any of them were you?? Because she'd be damned again if she was going to be someones sidepiece.

After stalking you for a good couple of hours she shoots you a message.

You'd better respond!

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed these! I'm hungry rn and I'm supposed to be asleep, literally both parents told me to go to sleep early tonight and it's 3 am, I'm gonna go knock myself out now with mildly concerning ASMR thank you for tunin' on in and I hope you all have a wonderful night!

[yridenergyridenergy]

Live report - Tour24 Who Is This Hell For? 2024/11/23 at Sendai PIT

Setlist

CONCEIVED SORROW

DOZING GREEN

IIID Empire

Phenomenon

Keigaku no yoku

Magayasou

Tsumi to batsu

DIABOLOS

VINUSHKA

Soshaku

Ochita koto no aru sora

The Inferno

-encore-

The Devil In Me

Cause of fickleness

Uroko

Eddie

Wow, tonight was way more energetic and intense than in Sapporo, which makes me feel sad because Dir en grey don't tour in Sapporo every year, and it was just a matter of using one setlist versus the other.

And well, the highlight of the night was definitely that blunder Shinya did in Soshaku hahah!

First, the SE was the same. Shinya walked on stage wearing black pants rather than white like yesterday. I found that it didn't suit his grandeur that much. Die came next with the same thights but the tunic/vest he wore was white, I think with some smokey design? I was in shimote tonight, so I didn't see much of him. Overall, the members did not change places even half as much as they did in Sapporo, which is odd considering that the energy was much higher today.

Toshiya arrived and BAM, he has a beautiful red satin dress cut from a bit above the belt/hip all the way down, exposing his left leg. Sometimes, when he raised his bass, we could see his belly a bit! The top portion of the dress was like a somewhat ample dress shirt, with long sleeves and buttoned up, and Toshiya wore a black tie with golden ornaments, some dingle at the bottlm of the tie. I felt that it was a detail that tied in subtly with Kaoru's outfit, which was the Versailles/Innocent Rouge costume! It looks amazing! Nobody had mentioned that he was loyal to the style all the way to the toes: he wore shorts with black thights underneath, and I didn't see his shoes much but they seemed to match that old French royal fashion. He had an elaborate bowtie or whatever, hair tied and sleeked back except for one strand on his right. He looked downright fabulous. He remained entirely stoic and without a drop of sweat yet again tonight! Kaoru had some zigzag makeup lines on his left temple at least.

Kyo then arrived at the very end of the SE and,.as I thought I'd remembered, he walked slowly, smugly with his hands in his pockets, dressed all in sleek black. His chin was even a bit up, like he was indifferent to our cheers or that it was the very least he expected. Like damn, he and the other members know exactly what kind of effect they have on us!

Conceived Sorrow started and already, it was 100% felt, emotional. Everybody raises their hand when the line about not being able to reach comes up. Kyo ends the song with the loud a capella to seal the deal.

We didn't really do anything or make any noise after that ending, which Dir en grey seems to have prepared for because the intro to Dozing Green started soon after. Already, it was clear that Kyo was engaging us more into the show from early on, and I think he even had us sing one part in this song already.

The IIID Empire was then played, which I had kind of forgotten that it was in this tour! And man, these two shows have checked a few things off my bucketlist: I saw Toshiya throw his mic stand meters in the air, with my own eyes! Every single soul in the venue was looking forward to it, so it would be a real downer if he didn't do that one time. The crowd participated a lot in the lines, fist-pumping, etc.

And then, I really did see Phenomenon live! I feel like it must have happened in one of the early tours I attended, but I'm not sure that Kyo had been doing those hip sways with his arms up back then. If he did, then I certainly wasn't in the second row with a perfect spot on the side to watch it!

Phenomenon starts with Toshiya crouching, before any sound is even made, which is really like... intimidating hahah? He stayed in a low posture like that for a very long time.

Keigaku no yoku - How could I have forgotten last time that Kyo kicks at his crate right before the song starts? I've never seen him do it. The crate is taped to the stage, but his kick is strong enough that the crate moves forward a little. And it was an odd action today especially because I think we hadn't really cheered after Phenomenon's: "kore ijo" kind of grated by Kyo, so the kick almost gives the impression of being frustrated by our silence. Anyway, Kyo again changed most of the lyrics of Keigaku no yoku, and once it seemed like he was making a mistake and sang the second line of a verse before the first, but he ad-libbed the second portion, so let's assume it was intentional hah. I don't really remember what he said. At the end though, I want to correct that he sings about "you" shouting: "Hurry up and die!", not himself like I'd written in my 11/21 report.

Magayasou was as always Shinya's spotlight, but Kyo was definitely more invested in the song today compared to the Sapporo show. The backdrop video had a lot of colourful flowers which turned into... Mush? Something rotten? I,m trying to remember what kind of thing they transformed into by the end of the song.

I don't remember if there was as much of a break between the two songs as last time, but Tsumi to batsu came next and again, it feels like Kyo sang more diversely this time around. His growls are awesome no matter what though. He gets on his crate and crouches almost for the entire song. I think there might be a lyrics memo sheet taped there just for that song?

I think it was in Tsumi to Batsu that Toshiya literally dropped to his knees, out of nowhere? And/or there was another song where he went on one knee, then rotated to the side and stretched one leg while his bass touched the floor. Again, quite "intimidating" hah.

By the way, twice throughout the show, I can't remember which songs specifically, but Kyo was so invested that he almost fell backward from his crate. No actual danger, just a step backward which seemed to serve to catch his footing because he'd gotten intense.

DIABOLOS was once again very felt, but this time Kyo did not ask us to sing half as many "Blue Velvet"s. And by this point in the show, Kyo had already called out "Sendai" 2-3 times, and I'm certain he did during that song too. The segment before: "Saa, ningen o yamero" was also different and shouted, I'd say even more emotional than in Sapporo, like probably with Kyo clutching his shirt or his head during that part more? Oh and he thumped his mic on his chest super hard most likely in this song and another time near the end of the show.

Vinushka starts after the break with Toshiya just leaning back on his speakers, arms draped widely on his side while he looks at us sexily. There's no other way to describe it, and it's more or less appropriate for Vinushka hah?

Toshiya kept nodding and smiling at us, whether it was because we knew the beat or were reacting like he wanted to the melodies.

In Vinushka, I think it was, Kyo placed his hands at his sides, palms facing us, after throwing the mic over his shoulder, and raised his hands slowly to demand our cheers. I'd love to remember exactly what song it was, because Vinushka is pretty obvious from all the times they've played it, but the song in which Kyo did it and he got almost no response from the crowd, only after a delay, you could see that he raised his eyebrows and looked down at his positioning, as though pondering: "I'm in the right position, aren't I? Isn't it clear what I want?" It wasn't necessarily something he did every time in whatever song it was, but yeah, the crowd should have been more adaptive and smart.

Oh, in terms of Kyo's facial expressions, there's also one growl or scream he did at the end of a song, which he seemed taken aback, blinking a bit after it like he was surprised by how much it took out of him.

Soshaku... It started a bit off from the start, like Shinya was one note too late, but then he fucked up the drum melody for real by seemingly repeating that first 'phrase' of the song rather than moving on to the rest of the composition. The band kept going for a few seconds, but it was Kyo who just stared unimpressed first toward us, then circled back to stand right in front of Shinya without singing anymore. We couldn't see his face, but his posture exhibited a polite: "What the actual fuck?" Die had actually been at Shinya's platform already with one foot raised on it, but I don't know if he was subtly trying to steer Shinya in the right direction or if that's just what he wanted to do in Soshaku anyway. Once the others realized that Kyo had properly disconnected from the performance, everyone else stopped playing. Shinya appeared clueless at first, then he seemed to shake his head quickly. I don't think any words were spoken between the members. When Kyo was assured that Shinya would do his part, he turned around to face us and said: "Suman" (Sorry about that). They picked back the song from the start, and I can't say that Shinya's drumming was 100% synchronized or accurate, but at least he did proceed with a different phrase than the one he had repeated.

Kyo made extra efforts to pump us up after that, and even had us sing multiple parts of the song, from what I remember.

Same thing with Ochita koto no aru sora. Kyo gives me the impression of emitting a vibe of: "This song is yours, guys" and we sang a lot.

It was in one of those last couple of songs that Kyo actually smiled in satisfaction. Always so heartwarming to see!

Toshiya was the MVP backup vocalist as always!

The Inferno was very much the same as in Sapporo, with Kyo throwing his mic and leaving before the song's even finished. However, I think he engaged more with the audience this time, coming up in front of his crate, crouching, and at one point either in this song or another one, he even did the hook fingers or something like that toward us.

The Inferno ended much differently though, unless I missed something from being in kamite in Sapporo. Kaoru dumped his guitar near the front of the stage after he finished, Toshiya was low and dragged his bass across the floor toward the back for the audio effect and punkassery, Shinya left at some point and Die stayed to do some distortion but for a shorter period of time. He was all smiles as usual!

It was funny because all the technicians/assistants had to come on stage when the band left before the encore to clean up the instruments that had been left there, which I hadn't seen in Sapporo. Toshiya's guy even had a hard time with his mic stand, which in fact looked bent a bit. The technician tried to force it back in shape and tested its balance on the floor a couple of times. What's funny is also that Toshiya's mishandling of his bass was apparently so bad that it took forever for it to be tuned, and we chanted: "Encore! Encore!" for so long before it was ready. The poor guy didn't seem to be able to fix the cords, based on what I saw on the monitor in the background.

Maybe to make up for that delay, but it also felt that way in Sapporo a bit, but the members walked back on stage almost simultaneously, not one at a time for each to savour their cheers.

Toshiya made a gesture toward his left, presumably at Shinya, smiling and I think even clapping afterward. I don't know if the band had a mini "What the hell happened there?" chat backstage about Shinya's mistake, which could also explain why it took them so long to return for the encore.

Kyo was once again utterly nonchalant, indifferent, but in a super teasing way, as if to say: "I deserve all your cheers and attention, but it doesn't sway me."

Shinya had changed into a sleeveless version of the tour T-shirt, Die I think also had that custom sleeveless sweater, Toshiya came with the black sweater this time with the same shorts and long leather boots, Kaoru might have removed his upper jacket, and Kyo had only wiped off his sweat hah.

The Devil In Me was intense as always. Kyo did the noose at the end, and I saw exactly how he measures the right length. He didn't do the disvesting/shedding part with the mic cord afterward though. In the song, the bass seemed off at first, and we could barely hear the back vocals at all? Even more reason to have Die and Shinya properly do them on stage. Kyo asked us to sing the first or second chorus, which ends in: "What did you really love?" but it sounded like nobody sang or few people knew how long to maintain that: "Kaaaaaaaketa"

Man the people in the first row were almost not headbanging sometimes, it was so stupidly frustrating hah.

I remember Cause of fickleness starting and Toshiya just nodding like: "Yeah, you know which one." All the members who could came at the edge of the stage. Kyo had us sing most of the "Wake me up"s. He took off his ear monitor once in a while to hear better.

Uroko also had Toshiya nodding and mouthing like: "Oh yeah, you know it" hahah. Kyo demanded that we sing more than just the "Anata shidai de", or it was in another song, but man was he demanding tonight hahah. His own voice was spotless but he gotta come for us!

Before the last song, Kyo asked: "Sendai? Sendai? Sendai? Sendai?", so much that at one point we were exasperated, who else was he talking to if not Sendai hah? Then he asked us if we could go on, become one, etc. and I think his new variant where he growls about us going to die then or something?

Kyo let his mic drop to the ground after Eddie. He seemed to contemplate what to do after Shinya's last hit of the drums in the final climax, but he opted for not leaving and took one of his water bottles, drinking briefly from it, then tossing it in the crowd. Actually, I can't remember if it was with the first or second bottle, but he threw it in the general direction of someone in front of him who he gestured at and the reversed L that they had on their shirt. Hopefully they did catch the bottle meant for them, because Kyo's throw was not that gentle and precise hah. He also christened people a lot in front of his crate.

Shinya once more took a very long time to get off his platform. He seemed characteristically impassible, but everybody cheered for him, so I hope he felt our appreciation despite his mistake. He threw his four drum sticks and I believe he waved at us briefly.

Die squirted us from far away, huge smile on his lips. Kaoru did the same but just to shimote. He threw a towel right to the first few people in front of his position on stage, delicately.

Toshiya threw some picks and got on Kyo's crate to clap with us and smile. He climbed back down and bowed ever elegantly before leaving the stage.

On his way out, Kaoru pointed to the background, which had the tour name, as though to really make us think about it.

Die left with much appreciation and satisfaction as usual. People were cheering him on as he prepared his towel to throw, and he made it almost reach the back!

That's what I remember for now. I need to sleep hah.