about a year since this baby got me over 1000 followers…
then i deleted my account and i’m back at 300 but it’s OKAY!!!
any fics of fucking Vox so hard the power completely goes out in the making? i looove what you've written for him already, would be really cool if the glitches were visible in the writing too!!
warnings — Pegging, small use of ‘mommy’, Vox being a whiny bitch
summary — Vox takes it in the ass so hard Hell has a power shortage because he’s just a whore like that.
a/n — OMG I LITERALLY LOVE THIS !! god any excuse to write Vox getting absolutely wrecked is a YES.
“Fuck,” Vox’s back arched and his hands went to grip the top of his screen, “Fuck ju—zzs—st like that.”
His voice buffered as you pushed your strap deeper into him. He was on his back with his legs wrapped around your torso so your plastic dick would have easy access to his ass.
You had to hold your hands on his chest to keep him from squirming too much.
“Needy tonight, aren’t we, Vox?” you snickered as you moved the strap inside him.
“God, fuu—ck you, bi—tcc—tch,” he hissed before you cut him off by aggressively forcing pushing deeper into him.
He yelped and moaned, throwing his head back on the pillow.
“You’re in no position to be saying that, sweetheart,” you start moving the strap faster and rougher.
He let out a glitched out whine and stared up at you with pure hatred, and desperate arousal.
Your hands that rested on his hips now dug into him hard enough to break skin.
“A—ah,” he whined, “What’s wr—oo—ong with you? S—slow down.” he whined at how rough you were being but then followed it up with a long drawn out moan.
“Aw baby,” you leaned down and caressed his screen, “Your going to have to learn to be nicer if you want me to slow down. For now you’ll just have to take my cock like the slut you are.”
He surprised himself by whining at your harsh words. Your fingers glided down and brushed over his nipples. He then shocked himself even further with the fact that, despite this humiliating position, he arched into your touch, craving any and all attention he can get from you.
You noticed how desperate he was, and smirked. He looked pathetic, sweaty and panting, covered in markings from your teeth, and looking up at you with a dark clouded expression, waiting to see what you do next.
To his delight, you continued to roughly ram into him, going at a rapid pace, nails once again digging into his hips.
“ohmygodohmygodoh—tsk tsk,” he moaned loudly as his hands clung to the sheets. At this point he couldn’t get one sentence out before glitching.
“Wow, look at you” you remark, rolling your hips, “what a little attention whore you are.”
He whined and threw his head back. At this point, there was a low static-y humming coming from him.
“‘m not—bzz— ‘m not a whore,” his protests were weak at this point. If he wasn’t being interrupted by malfunctioning mid-sentence, he was being cut off by his own whimpers.
“Oh, but you are, sweetheart. Only a whore would be taking mommy’s cock so good,” you coo down at him.
The implication that he was doing good, especially because that meant approval from you, made his brain feel funny.
“See?” your hands move up from his hips and caress the sides of his screen, “your so pretty when you don’t argue with me, baby.”
Oh, that did something to him. He wasn’t around a lot of positive people, so the idea that your attention could be shown with something as kind as praise, made his throat tighten.
His moans turned into choked out broken sobs and all the brattiness from earlier drained out of him. You were sure that if he had tear ducts, he would be crying right now.
You hammered into him harder than ever, leaning over him to occasionally pepper kisses on his neck and screen.
“Nngh— mommy ‘m— bzz— ‘m sorry,” he moaned out, slinking his arms around your neck, trying desperately to bring you closer to him. To make sure he was the only thing catching your attention at the moment.
Your hips rolled fast and rough inside him, and he could feel his climax approaching.
“Sorry for— wait, you’re sorry?” You were sure you knew what he was talking about, his attitude earlier. Still, for a moment you were thrown off by the idea that this cocky, power-hungry asshole was apologizing unprompted to you.
After a moments consideration, you came to the conclusion that he must have been slowly easing into subspace. He was probably apologizing because he wanted you to, what, praise him?
All though it seemed slightly out of character for the usually pretentious, bratty man, his half lidded desperate eyes seemed to convince you.
Your grip on his hips once again tightened as you drilled into him, rougher than before.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” you panted, earning a loud whimper. His arms tightened around your neck and his nails started to dig into the skin of your back.
“So good for me, taking mommy’s cock so well, looking so pretty for me too.”
He whined loudly and the frequency coming from his head started to get louder. You were ramming into him with such concentration that you didn’t notice the lights started to flicker around you.
“c—ccl—close—,” he tried to speak but only uttering a glitched out moan. Luckily, you picked up on what he was trying to say.
“Of course, sweetheart, whenever you want,” you said, rolling your hips once more to make his orgasm even more pleasurable.
“So good for me, Vox, apologizing for being a brat, telling me when your about to cum,” you speak softly into his ear, except you don’t think he comprehends a thing except for ‘so good for me.’
He let out a choked pathetic sob and whined for more. His audio was glitching out more than ever, making him almost unintelligible.
Now the flickering of the lights around you was undeniable, even producing a low buzzing sound reminiscent of the one Vox’s head was currently making.
“So perfect, my pretty baby, ‘m so lucky to have such a good boy.”
All of the praise sent him over the edge. With one loud moan, he came.
But in a moment, the buzzing light bulb beside you exploded, and all the illuminated buildings outside your window went dark, causing a full blackout all across the city.
Vox was still clinging to your neck, breathless, panting against you.
“Shit. Was that, like, too much, Vox?” you ask, clearly concerned as you go to pull out of him.
He pulls back slightly from your neck but stops you from moving your strap out of him.
“Please— tsk tsk,” he breathes, still buffering slightly, “Please more.”
a/n — I was too nice to him at the end of this fix but DONT WORRY GUYS I got another sub!Vox request that will literally destroy him
also, i saw someone say that since vox is around so many toxic people, an actual compliment would fuck with him super hard.
so as you can see i agree with them
is this anything
MROE MORE MORE MORE I I JSUT NEED MORE STANLEY BILL STANFORD AND FIDDLEFORD YOUR WIRIRNT IS SO FUCKIMG GOOD OH MY GOD KEEEP ON WRITING DONT STOP WHY R YOU SO TSENTEED!.!!,!,,, PIT ME IN A ROOM WITH ALL OF THEM AND I WONT BE THE ONE COMING OUT ORGENEATN OH MY FUKCJNG GODDD YOU AWTE SO AWRSOME
I love you and your writing, please do not suddenly disappear off the face of the earth. (ゝз○`)
I LOVE YOUR ENTHUSIASM. Also I’m going to take this request, since you seem to be specifically excited at the thought of more content, to talk about things i’ve been wanting to write!
[lalala PLEASE SEND REQUESTS lalala]
Bill with equally/exeedingly powerful reader is so interesting to me, there’d be so much competition there and the fact it’d probably be one sided on his part.
ANYTHING with young fiddleford, he’s such a cutie!! From his little hillbilly town omgmgmgmg he’s such a cute little nerd, I love him.
A full Stanford fic, those headcanons did pretty well so if I get a specific enough request i’d literally be ON IT.
I also have a fluffy Bill fic in drafts and that’s all i’ll say about that!
Alternatively in drafts, I have princess bubblegum headcanons. STARVING for adventure time requests, that kept me fed.
Also I’d like to do more with Stanley.. maybe smut this time?
OH and aside from gravity falls, Diego Hargreaves. Would love to fuck him. Him as a sub? Literally, i’m busting.
Lastly… pegging bill? I have nothing planned or in mind, but maybe this could go with the powerful reader. Dunno, but have ideas!
debating posting a fiddleford fic or a Bill fic tonight I dunno..
writing a pegging ford fic ⚖️ college work
📉📉📉📉sleep
honeymoon with stanley pines👀
a/n — Stanley Pines the man you are!
summary — SFW headcanons about the [gender neutral] reader on a honeymoon with Stan
──★ The photos from the zombie episode were chosen because things would escalate to stakes that high, even on a honeymoon.
──★ Well, maybe not that high, but I feel like things would go comically wrong.
──★ You run out of money, a bar fight starts, your taxi driver turns out to be robbing and bank and you’re involved in a car chase, you end up crashing another wedding, etc.
──★ The honeymoon is totally in Vegas, by the way.
──★ Stan tries so hard to make this a romantic trip for you, he’s honestly terrified of you leaving him.
──★ He’s hiring mariachi bands at restaurants you go to, and paying for your name to be written out in fireworks (they spelled it wrong but it’s the thought that counts.)
──★ And when anything goes wrong at all, he’s honestly really scared it’s gonna convince you to break it off with him.
──★ There’d have to be a lot of reassurance on your part that you are having a good time, and you love him.
“Look, I know i’m a lot to handle— And maybe this whole trip isn’t going as planned, and maybe—“
“Are you kidding? I’ve had a great time, Stan,” You smile genuinely.
He looked surprised, “No kidding?”
You laugh, “I always have a good time with you. I married you for a reason.”
──★ Imagine spoiling him as much as he spoils you.
──★ Like while he’s trying to write your name in fireworks, you’re on the black market trying to name a planet after him.
──★ Getting him breakfast in bed, and him being all surprised because like he didn’t ask you to do that.
“No shit, where am I? A hotel?” He’d jokes, faint blush rising.
“Motel,” You correct, “We couldn’t afford a hotel here. Hope this makes up for it!”
──★ I feel like the most romantic part of the honeymoon would be like the more insane parts.
──★ Like you two tied up in the back of a gangs hideout, and having to break free with a nail file.
Vox/Lucifer/Velvette/whoever you want loll in a “who hurt you?” Situation? 👀 OR reader trying to make them jealous? 😏
a/n — wait i actually don’t know what you fully been by the “who hurt you situation” but that makes me sad because it sounds like something i wanna write so please clarify.
Anyways here’s the reader making them jealous.
Lucifer, as much as he hates to admit it, gets insanely jealous. He doesn’t work hard to hide when he is feeling that way, but he will deny it for the longest time. We see in episode five that he deals with this by trying to upstage the said person, or show you how much better he is. This only works for a little bit before he crumbles. I feel like he would end up getting genuinely sad about it after his cockiness wears off. Like if you’re hoping for a smutty outcome with him, nope. He’s just kinda insecure and will need lots of reassurance.
Vox is kinda harder to place because yes, he gets insanely, maddening, concerningly jealous, but it’s how he shows this that’s complicated. If you’re in public, especially at the voxtech building, I doubt he would make a big display. After all, image is very big for him. But I do think he would be very petty towards you because, what the fuck? He would be furious at your selfish attempt to make him jealous, especially because it would work super fast. He would probably be very bratty about the whole situation, giving you the silent treatment, only replying with short hissy answers, etc. Probably also has trust issues because of valentino so lots of “Oh, now you’re talking to me? Don’t you have that whore to flirt with?” type answers.
Velvette would not hide her jealousy, in fact I think she would flaunt it. Openly insulting whoever the person is, and these cut deep too. She would be petty too, but not in a Vox way, in a ‘oh, im gonna make you even more jealous’ type of way. Like she goes ten times further too. If you were just gently touching someone’s arm, she’s halfway in their lap. Definitely playing with fire, looking over to see your reaction, smiling when she feels like it’s working. Her end goal here is absolutely to get railed by you, just being honest. Wasn’t even gonna be an nsfw post but she is absolutely pissing you off on purpose so you can take it out on her later.
Have you seen Bill as a human from @Reikiryn?
I have! And it’s really goood, I like how imperfect he is. I think all Bill designs are better that way. Honestly, I like my Bill to be plus-sized, I just think it’s a cool detail. But yeah! I really liked the design. I firmly believe Bill would be an uglier looking human.
I’M IN LOVE WITH UR WORKS LIKE AAHHAGDJSISDH— i mean that fic with subspace bill was just so MMMHHMM🔥😩😩
so uh— i’m so confused actually it’s my first request.. can you do something with young Fiddleford?
can i request smut? for example quiet sex in a public place? or even in college… idk. something with masturbation. and when he comes to culmination, reader forcibly shuts his mouth like "shh. You don't want problems, do you?" like, Fidds came from the countryside, and I don't think other variations of sex would be normal for him... just want to see how he would react. I just really want to see him sobbing
english not my native language sorry
400 words,, Fiddleford x Reader
a/n — So many fiddleford requests and they all flip. WHERE DO THE FIDDLEFORD LOVERS GO?? ***NOT PROOFREAD
warnings — NSFW, dom!reader, sub!fiddleford, public sex, gender neutral but the term ‘gal’ is vaguely used once
summary — It’s college and the reader decided to drag Fiddleford away to the janitors closest for a quickie.
“I- I don’t rightly know about all this—“ Fiddleford initially said when you pulled him away to the janitors closest.
“I know, I know, it’s not traditional,” You checked the lock before turning back to him, “But you just looked so cute with your little equations, back there.”
“Ma always used to say I’d be irresistible to all the gals I meet,” He thought for a moment before looking back to you, “Uh— allegedly.”
Your hands found his hips, and you pulled him in by the belt loops, “She has a point. So, how bout a quickie?”
He practically gulped when you said it, so you hastily added, “If you want to, of course.”
He blushed, “I do— It’s just… well, I reckon it’s a little bit scandalous.”
You smiled at that, “Just follow my lead.”
Pulling the zipper of his jeans down, you lean into his neck and place a kiss, before working up his chin and onto his lips. All the while, you pulled his boxers down, and pulled out his dick.
He lets a small whimper loose. You muttered something along the lines of “cute” before you began to stroke.
He was doing good at first, only letting out shaky breaths and small moans, but the faster you got, the quicker he unraveled.
You ended up putting your other hand over him mouth, “Quiet sweetheart, we don’t wanna get caught, do we?” He shook his head no and whined under his breath.
“Good,” you say as you turn your attention back to him. You kept your hand over your mouth for good measure, and it was the right choice.
The faster you got, the whinier he was. His eyes shut tightly and you knew he was close.
Pulling your hand away, he breathed, “Please,” and you nodded.
“You’ve been doing so good, baby. Whenever you want.”
This time, he put his own hand of his mouth, and leaned back, a small whine slipping out from his lips.
After he finishes, you take a cleanex off the top of the shelf next to you, and clean up the mess.
“I don’t think i’m cut out of all this sneaking around,” Fiddleford breathes shakily.
You smile and press a kiss to his lips, “I think you did perfectly.”
”want a pretty femme under me while i squeeze her neck and rut into her with my biggest strap” THE HARLEY QUINN COMMENT. i’m gone. No because she would want the biggest strap too UHDHSHH elaborate pls id love to hear that for research 😁😁
🥀A/n: im going to platonically kiss u through the screen for putting this in my inbox i literally need to elaborate AURGH SHES SOOOO
🥀(based off this post)
🥀Cw: smut, fem!reader, wlw smut, strap, soorta size kink, bratty sub!Harley
🥀men and minors dni
now, Harley is very intelligent, but you can't tell me Harley wouldn't be soooo bratty- just for funsies! like she would try her best to piss you off, make you jealous, tease you and act all ditzy and airheaded when questioned about it all in the hopes of getting fucked stupid- and it works!!
she's sobbing as your silicone dick splits her in half, pawing at your tits and toying with your nipples while you fuck her until she's babbling- she's loud too, all whiny and pissed about how your going too slow, not fucking her hard enough, and the only way to shut her up is a firm hand around her throat- and oh does she love it
i just know Harley would drag one of your hands (that were placed so firmly on her hips just moments prior) up towards her neck, begging you with wide eyes to squeeze
"are you sure?" "toots, if you don't fuck me right now i swear-"
she loves being gagged, manhandled, slapped and fucked silly. her fave position is mating press, solely so she can simultaneously watch your tits jiggle and your cock slide in and out of her pretty pussy!
i also think she's partial to doggy style, Harley has a nice ass and she knows it. loves when your forcing her to arch her back, her ass rippling with every thrust as she drools into the sheets, your strap so deep inside her she's seeing stars
size is definitely a factor for Harley- not only does she want your biggest strap, she would want your weirdest and kinkiest strap too. she would buy one of those ridiculous monster cocks, tentacles, veins, ridges, the whole nine yards, and would beg you to fuck her with it
"o-oh! ffuck me harder, can y-you? please-" Harley babbles, holding up her legs with ease as you fuck her cunt with your strap. the sloppy thwap! of her pussy squelching around your silicone dick fills the room, only fueling your lust.
you tighten your grip on her neck, watching the nasty grin on her face widen as she struggles to breathe. you both know she's aching to be marked, covered, and painted in bruises from your rough treatment, and your happy to oblige. tears stream down her face from the addicting mixture of pain and pleasure as her mind grows foggy from her nearing orgasm.
your free hand trails down towards her clit, pressing down hard on her aching pearl. Harley's eyes roll back into her head as she squeals your name, makeup all smudged from crying. the tightening in her abdomen is almost unbearable, she's so so close-
your pace slows, and your grip on her neck loosens enough for her to take a few deep breaths. she lets out an indignant whine, trying to rock harder against your strap, but you keep to your slower pace. it's not enough to push her to the edge, but not too little for her orgasm to fade entirely.
"how many times have you cum tonight, honey?" your words are sickeningly sweet, but she knows that this is a test.
"ssssix..?" Harley slurs, looking up at your face and giving a dopey smile. "your so prettyy, 'need you s'bad, i wanna cum," she pleads, rolling her hips against yours.
you chuckle, leaning down to kiss her before speeding up your pace, rewarding her for her correct answer.
"good job, baby, you did so good f'me. you can cum again, now, how many times will that be?"
"s-seven- ffuck-"
"oh, good girl-" you speed up even more, circling her clit with precision. Harley's thighs clench as the cord in her stomach draws taught, and then snaps. her sobs and moans fill the room as her orgasm ripples throughout her entire body. she screams your name like a prayer, pussy drooling all over your strap as she squirts, covering your lower half in her slick.
as she begins to come down from her high, you coo softly, waiting for her to come back to the present. you know she gets lost in subspace more often than not, and needs a few minutes to recover. in that time, you slide out gently, admiring the slick and cum coating your strap.
"you okay, baby?" you whisper, and Harley nods.
"mhm. c'mere, i wanna cuddle," Harley pouts as you shake your head, removing your harness and standing up. "we should clean up first, you made a bit of a mess," you tease, and Harley whines, but obliges. you lean in to press a kiss to her forehead.
"i love you, y'know that?"
"yeah, yeah, toots, i love ya too. now let's get a bath running, i feel a little.. sticky- bleh".
sorry this is lowkey short n the ending is horrendous im fighting for my life trying to characterize her ♥️ i love you harley quinn you deserve the world but you'll have to accept my mid fanfics instead 😔
bro have you seen the butch stans going around??? i sure have. holy fuck. i wanna hop on that woman like crazy... anyways yes i also enjoy gravity falls and am debating starting to draw out my own (obviously butch/fem leaning) versions off fiddle, stan n ford.. maybe bill too.. should i??
YES OMGNFNGN DRAW YOUR OWN VERSIONS I LOVE YOU!!! I ❤️ butch stan and ford designs. Like i’m in love. Butch fiddleford and Bill? 100% on board.