Oh Hey!! It’s You!! I Remember Reading Your Vox And Puzzles Stuff. None Of Your Current Guys Appeal

SPSPSPSOSPOSO SO CUTE 😭💗 OH MY GOD your art is actually so satisfying to look at HELLO!! Also you totally nailed Bill with the weird cat thing, I fear that’s all he really is terrifying godlike power aside Oh and the quotes are so Bill, as well. Fantastic job, this is all ADORABLE!!!!!

|| ⚠️👁️❝ 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝-! ❞

Specially dedicated to :

|| @bigfatbimbo @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes

[[Their work is so silly!!]]

❝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 itself. ❞

━ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌 ᵎᵎ

OOOOUHHHH GIRLLLL DON’T PLAYYY… this is MY typa shit.

Thoughts on milking Shadow Milk through his ass instead of riding him?

GET THE STRAP! GET THE STRAP

His reaction? At first, it’s pure mockery. His usual cocky, dramatic self—grinning wide, tossing his jester hat aside, pacing in a slow circle around you like you’ve just brought him a toy. "Ohhh~? What’s this, sweetheart? Planning on topping me tonight?"

He laughs—low, sharp, confident. But there’s a waver to it. Because even as he’s teasing, his eyes keep darting to the strap. The size. The intention. The fact that you’re serious.

Smut incoming/ MDNI

So now he’s already lying there, dramatic as ever—head tilted back against the pillows, legs lazily parted, chest rising and falling with slow, expectant breaths, and his lips curve into that familiar sharp grin. "Oh? So now you’re going to worship me first? I knew you couldn’t resist." He’s cocky. Smirking. Mocking you even as your fingers slide between his legs.

But the moment you touch him—properly, with care, with purpose—his voice catches. Just a little. His lashes flutter. And that grin? It wavers. "Nnghh… I— I was only teasing, you know—" You feel him tense under you. You press in deeper. Stroke over that tight ring of muscle, slow and teasing, coated in slick lube or your own spit—anything to make the glide smooth, comforting, perfect. He gasps. Bites his lip. His hips twitch against your hand. And now he’s trying to pretend he’s not into it."Y-you’re… hah… really taking your time, aren’t you? How generous of you—nnnghh—tch…" He’s a mess. Clenching around your fingers, squirming under your hand. "more—give me another one…" Trying to mask the way his hips are starting to roll down against your hand, seeking more. And that’s when you stop.You curl your finger just right, hit that sweet spot one more time, and then—Pull out.

Not roughly. Delicately. Teasingly. Cruelly slow.

"Ah ah—You think you can tell me what you want?" He’s trying to save face—just barely. His lips twitch in a half-smile, something strained and shaky. He wants to pretend he's still in control. "Aha… you’re being rather stern, aren’t you? I only meant to suggest—" Your grip closes around him. Firm. Tight. Your hand closes around his cock in warning. Enough to make him jerk, breath catching in his throat. His eyes go wide—lashes fluttering—his voice cutting off with a strangled, high-pitched breath. "Hh—!" You lean in close, breath ghosting over his cheek, your tone low and sharp like silk-wrapped steel: "I said. You don’t tell me what you want." You give him a slow, deliberate pump in your grip—enough to make his thighs tense and a sweet, helpless whimper catch in his throat. "If you beg before I tell you to, I’ll stop." "If you demand again, I won’t touch you at all."

Those words ring in his brain. And you squeeze—once. A reminder. A promise. His head tips back, breathless. His fingers curl in the sheets. You feel him throb in your hand, shivering under your control. "Y-you drive a hard bargain," he breathes, voice cracked but giddy beneath the heat. "But I’ll behave…Please."

He’s panting now, jaw tight, shoulders trembling—absolutely owned by the feel of your hand on him, and the knowledge that you’re in control of everything.

...

You guide him with care—hands still firm on his thighs, holding him open as you position yourself. The strap brushes against his entrance, slick and warm, and you feel his breath catch. His hands grip the sheets. "Ngh… wait—w-wait—"

But he’s not telling you to stop. He’s just overwhelmed. Already.

You smile. "Breathe," you murmur against his ear. "You said you could take it. Were you lying?" And oh, the way he shivers under that. The way his lashes flutter, and his lips part in a soundless, whimpering little gasp. "N-no. I wasn’t… I—I can…" So you press in, slowly, carefully. Until the tip slips past that delicate ring of muscle, and his whole body arches.

"Hhah—!" You don’t stop. Not yet. You rock in with slow, deliberate pressure—inch by inch, letting him feel every second of it.

"Ahhh—s-so full—so… ohhh…" You bottom out with a final push, your hips flush against his. His breath stutters in his throat. His thighs tremble. He’s quivering, his body clenching sweetly around you as if trying to adjust and beg for more all at once.

You pause. Let him feel it. Let him tremble. Let him want.

And then you start to move. Rhythmic. Slow. Deep.

Your hands pin his hips in place, guiding the pace—not letting him escape, not letting him rush. His breath comes in short, high whines, his voice soft and broken:

"Nghh… ngh… s-so good, I—it’s too much…" "No," you breathe against his throat. "This is what you begged for."

He moans—quiet, strangled—his fingers curling tight around your wrist, pleading for more even as his body struggles to handle it.

You adjust your angle. You thrust again—deeper, this time. You hit it." That spot.

And he breaks. "Hh-AHH—!" His back arches, his whole body tenses around you, "T-that—again—please—again—" You slam back in. Over and over, steady, deep, merciless—but not cruel. Claiming. Worshipful. "You're so tight," you whisper. "You take it so well… look at you. My perfect little thing." He can't speak anymore. Just moans. Just gasps.

Shadow Milk Cookie—Master of Mischief—has been reduced to your soft, gasping, needy puppet.

His thighs are shaking. His breath is shallow, stuttering out in hitched gasps. You feel the way his body tightens, writhes, pulls you in with every roll of your hips. "A-ahhh—nnngh, I—I can’t—" "Yes you can," you purr. "Be good for me. Let go."

And then—You grab him. Wrap your hand around his throbbing cock in a firm, practiced grip—stroking in time with your thrusts. And his entire body convulsed. His head snaps back, lips parted in a loud, broken moan that echoes off the walls. Then he cums...

Hard. Messy.

Rope after rope spilling over your hand, over his stomach, his voice trembling as he whimpers through the high. His chest heaves, flushed and slick, legs weak and twitching. "Nnnnhh... o-ohhh… oh witches..." He shudders, soft, overwhelmed gasps escaping him even after he finishes—his body still twitching around the strap buried deep inside him, clenching rhythmically in the aftershocks. You stay buried inside, holding him close as he melts into you, the last remnants of his pride dribbling away with every gentle breath. And when you lean down, kiss his temple, whisper,

"You did so well for me."

He just nods, eyes lidded. voice gone, and completely yours.

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WHO MADE THAT MESS? YOU DID KIIIING, I MADE THAT MESS? YES KINGGG!!!

Do you see Gigi as a dom or sub? Switch? I genuinely cannot see her as anything but a dom but I’m curious of your thoughts

Dom, but vers. I could never see her like actually subbing, but I could see her bottoming. I think she would naturally just like giving the commands tho.

Ive never seen a dom reader x stu marcher before PLEASE BIMBO I NEED IT

Sucking him off, riding him, edging him, face riding him, mommy kink, idc FEED ME—

-VoxisDaddy

warnings — mommy kink, dom reader, sub stu

summary — Sub!Stu Matcher headcanons/drabble

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Stu as a sub would be so clingy, all over you, begging to be punished.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He wants you to beat the shit out of him. Oblige, and he’ll be all over you.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Unlike Billy, there’s not even any deep seated psychological reason for this, he’s just a freak, and he wants you to fuck the hell out of him.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Suck him off until he’s begging for mercy, which he will. But then he’ll go back on his word, and beg you to keep going. “C’mon, more! I can take it, mommy I swear!”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He gets a sick kick out of being tortured by you, so don’t let him cum for hours. Make his dick pink and runny with pain because he’s needed to cum for just that long.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Ride his face while he’s tied up so he can’t even touch himself. Is his face wet from your cum or his tears? Neither of you know.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He’s be so whiny about what he wanted, as if he deserves it. “Mommy, I know I was bad — But I can make it up to you,” He’d offer.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 But he deserves to be punished, which is lucky for him, because he wants to be. Badly.

a/n — I’ll go back to Inside job/Gravity falls in november. But now everyone should send me Bill Loomis and Tate langdon requests… yknow if we really wanna talk bout having a mommy kink..

ELLIE???? OMG???? UR BACK !!!!!! I MISSED U !!!!!! how r u feeling?? ♥️

HIIIIII OMG STOPPPP I MISSED YOUU!!!!!!!! I’ve been feeling better lately but i’m gonna be real my month of rest and relaxation was not very restful - the fanfic writer curse is real, things have been hectic! It definitely made me appreciate doing things that make me happy though, so yes i’m back! 😁 omg stop thanks for askingggg 💕💕

watched inside job, i want him SO BAD.

YOUNG FIDDLEFORD BRO FINALLY SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!!!!!!1!1!1! I LOVE HIM SM HES SUCH A CUTE HILLBILLY NERD I NEED MORE FICS OF HIM🙏🙏 I WANNA FIDDLE ON HIS FORD 🤤 that was terrible im so sorry

Oh what I would give to fiddle on his ford 😵‍💫 (SOMEONE PLEASE SEND A REQUEST, not just ‘more fiddleford’ A PROMPT PLEASE A PROMPTT)

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

GRAVITY FALLS —

“Take a Bite” sub!Bill Cipher x reader [NSFW]

Stanley Pines x Reader headcanons [SFW]

Sub!Bill Cipher x Powerful Reader headcanons [NSFW]

Bill Cipher x Powerful Reader headcanons [SFW]

sub!Fiddleford x Reader drabble [NSFW]

Sub!Stanford Pines x Reader headcanons [NSFW]

”The Bug Collector” Bill Cipher x Reader [SFW]

Honeymoon w/Stanley Pines x Reader [SFW]

UMBRELLA ACADEMY —

dom!Lila x f!reader headcanons

ADVENTURE TIME —

Princess Bubblegum x Reader headcanons [SFW/NSFW]

INSIDE JOB —

“Stay With Me, I Don’t Want You To Leave!” Brett Hand x Reader [SFW]

Sub!Brett Hand drabble

Brett Hand X Reader headcanons [NSFW]

HAZBIN HOTEL —

“Lie still, close your eyes girl, so lovely it feels so right” Lute x Reader [NSFW]

Vox x Animalistic!Reader Drabble [NSFW]

Vox x Soft!Dom Reader Drabble [NSFW]

Pegging Vox fic [NSFW]

Aftercare with Vox fluff [SFW]

Cockwarming with Lucifer [NSFW]

Sleepy!Lucifer x Reader fluff [SFW]

“The Morning After” Velvette x Reader fic [ SFW]

“I Wanna Hold the Hand Inside You” Velvette x Reader fic [SFW]

Velvette fluff headcanons [SFW]

MISCELLANEOUS —

Patrick Bateman thoughts [NSFW]

Stu Matcher x Dom!Reader headcanons [NSFW]

no one talks about this enough please

*ahem*

Sub-top!Silco.

Thank you for your attention.