Warnings: Afab! Reader, Dacryphilia, one-shot, 'imagine fucking Vox w his own dick', ramble/ficlet, Sub! Vox, Dommy Mommy, use of 'mommy', smut
In the words of @bigfatbimbo, the power struggle with this man is real. Your first Christmas as an actual couple, he gifted you a replica of his own dick to feed his own ego and to impress people he wants recognition from.
He whispered shit into your ear like 'Can't wait to fuck you tonight', almost like he knew he was gonna be squealing 'mommy' and ruining his voice box. And that's what happened.
He was sat on the bed, the mattress soaked with spit and lube, dick impossibly hard and waterfalling milky precum against his stomach as he cried and rocked his ass against the dildo. Against his own dick.
"Awwe, is it too small, baby?~" You cooed in a sickly sweet voice, which he sobbed at, gently holding the bottom of his screen, feeling his pink saliva and tears run down your hand. It never took much to beat him down, to destroy his ego until he was sobbing and whimpering like a child who lost their toy. He'd come at a touch of your fingers on his aching dick, which is why you kept your hands on his screen.
"Momm- mmnz- mommy, need- need you- hic.." He glitched and sobbed, rocking desperately on the dick he made for you, the dick that wasn't even good enough for him.
"Selfish slut. You expect me to help you get off? How am I meant to get pleasure from that when even you can't?" You asked harshly, a complete 180 from your previous sickly sweet tone, grasping his neck with a strong grip, hearing him gargle slightly before sobbing again. You were right, you always were.
"'M sorry, mommy, I- hnzz- I'll be better next- hic- time- please, please, mommy, please-" He sobbed out desperately, throwing his head back from the grip on his neck, scrunching your shirt tightly in his clawed hands, which had already clawed up the sheets. "It's not big- gghz- enough-"
He whispers airily, slowing his rocking as he pleads for you, pleads for you to let him cum.
"Well, you asked for it.." You mumbled, reaching your hand down and quickly beginning to jack him off, moving your fists up and down at a fast pace, eating up the wet Noises almost outruling his keening. This carried on for the rest of the night, until not only the lights shut off, but he did to..
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AHHHSNXJWKDNFNSISJ
guys I js cut of my dad let's celebrate😍
mornings are slow, even when in Hell
A low purring was the first thing you heard once you woke, that and the shuffling of covers beneath twitching wings and claws. You looked out the window, the red Sun peering through it gently, casting a crimson hue over the hotel room, and over Husker.
He slept with one furry arm draped around your waist, his snout pressed into your shoulder as he breathed in and out softly, in time with his purrs. You smirked at him slightly, bringing an arm up to his head to scratch in between his ears softly, seeing(and feeling) him curl up into your side further whilst his purring increased. Eventually, one of his eyes cracked open gingerly, looking up at you as the morning dawned on him.
"'S Monday, huh?.." He asked groggily, groaning at your silence and pushed his snout further into your shoulder, his ears flattening against his head carefully, just as soft as his arms which came up to hug around your chest drowsily. His wings fluffed up softly, both of them acting as a duvet- a duvet covered in feathers and suits of cards.
"Softy.." You chuckled sleepily, which turned into soft giggles as he growled playfully, if admittedly tired. You could feel his sharp tounge dart out quickly, (literal) kitten licks coming to your collar bone.
Slow mornings were always nice, a gleeful rest from the fast-paced world outside of you both. Through kisses and cuddles, it came slow, even on a Monday.
me and Husker rn
This belongs to @neiveel3llson not you
I've got the highest grades in my, rather good, school, but you ask me to spell anything out loud i very quickly lower my intelligence to that of a 2 year old child.
I might start writing for Hazbin Hotel bc I hs watched the episodes and I love Rosie bc she's based on Dolly Levi😭
what month is it?
it's maRCH🫡-
I rlly need to get on w my million fanfics waiting 2 be written
My mum did not js tell me she's gonna be going out so I gotta drive to the shop to get food, IVE NOT GOT A DRIVERS LICENCE TF😭
.. They walked away from me slowly
And suddenly the thought of dieing craned its ugly head once again.
how are you?
Bored
Angel Luci lol