hi!!!! so i absolutely adore ur writing and was wondering if you could do angst. idk if this is up your alley or anything but if it’s not you don’t have to write it dw abt it!
so basically vox x reader
reader is really sad bc something happened and just isn’t in the mood for vox when he comes home from work. so vox being himself is annoying and instead of reader being mad or even like having a reaction (she’s usually a dom btw) she just like breaks down. ik this is a little random but i think it’s a pretty cute idea. have a nice day/night xxx
a/n — I had a TERRIBLE day so here’s this hurt/comfort fic to cope.
Vox’s shit-eating grin slowly faltered before completing dropping as he took in the situation. He barely even remembered what he’d said but, obviously, you didn’t take it well.
He felt a pang of guilt as he looked at you on the couch, crying into your hands. He knew you were in a bad mood when he got home. Of course, he didn’t know just how bad of a mood.
He saw your irritation right off that bat, he had asked what was wrong and you had brushed him off, snapping at him slightly.
That’s about when Vox had decided to escalate the situation. Throwing annoying taunts at you, teasing you, begging for you to do something about it.
Of course he wanted a reaction, but more on the lines of you slamming him against a wall and putting him in his place. Under no circumstances did he think you would start crying.
And yet, here you were, crying into your hands on the couch, over some bratty remark Vox had made.
“I— uh, my dear, I didn’t mean anything—“ he tried to clarify, stretching his arm slightly out as if to touch you. He wasn’t sure what to do.
“Shut up, Vox,” you cried, “Don’t you know when to shut up?” Your words weren’t laced with venom or overly angry liked he’d expected. In fact, that would have been better.
In contrast to your usual nature, you just seemed overall sad. More than sad, Vox thought, totally spent.
It was no secret he was terrible at comforting people, giving people false hope and manipulating them into doing something for him, sure. But this?
Well, convincing someone they feel better and actually making someone feel better were incredibly different. He was totally lost.
Your sobs got louder and more violent as moments passed. And yet, he stood there like an idiot, giving you a blank stare.
As if going through the motions, he recites a list in his mind. What to people usually do to help someone when they’re crying? Maybe, give them a hug?
He sighed and sat down next to you on the couch, cautiously putting his hand your shoulder and rubbing gently.
Apologize next, Vox’s mental list demanded.
“Look,” he started, awkwardly fiddling with his collar, “I didn’t mean to bother you by giving you all that shit. I knew you weren’t in the mood I just—“
He struggled with the next part, “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
The strange thing is, he really really meant it. Usually, an apology for Vox was one step further in getting what he wanted all along. However, this time the fact he made you cry actually erked him like nothing else before.
He apologized solely because he wanted you to feel better.
“I’m just not in the mood for your shit, Vox,” you answer, choked out and muffled as you wipe the tears from your face.
“I know. Well, now I do.” He went over his metal list once more, “So what’s got you so out of sorts this evening, my dear?”
“I’ve just—“ you sniff, trying to take in your thoughts, “—I’ve had a long day.”
“I’m all ears,” he answers immediately. If there’s one thing Vox was good at, it was listening.
You rant to him about the mishaps of the day, how fed up you were with so-and-so, how tired you were of life being so hard.
The entire time, Vox listened, plotting the perfect reply out in his mind, and checking off boxes on his list.
“Well, it’s over now, your home. And I won’t be an asshole anymore,” He says, earning a raised eyebrow from you.
“I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore,” he corrects, provoking a small but noticeable smile out of you. He rewards himself, internally.
Hug them, he told himself.
He moved closer to you and hesitantly wrapped his arms around your stomach, rubbing your back gently. To his delight, you ease into the hug, arms looping around his neck as you recovered from your breakdown.
“You’re so not getting laid tonight, by the way,” you joke, still in the hug.
“Yes, my dear. Unfortunately, I figured.” he sighed and continued rubbing your back.
“Do you wanna go watch TV upstairs?” you inquire.
“Always,” he grinned.
“Do you wanna keeping hugging while we do that,” you ask, genuinely curious.
His smile softened, “always.”
a/n — and then the next day you railed him into a mattress until he was crying harder than you ever were. The end.
he's just helping Viktor with evening stretching, nothing special
satoru "you can take it, i'll make it fit" gojo turns into satoru "i can't take it, it's too much, you're gonna fuckin' break me baby" gojo when you're the one pegging him
Vox x Afab!reader x Valentino
CW: Smut, use of strap, Afab reader, no pronouns used, Valentino, dacryphilia, overstimulation, aftercare(kinda), spit-roasting, size difference if you squint, cunnilingus, fast paced bc I rushed it, please tell me if I've missed any♡
A unmissable gargling sound mixed with whining comes from Vox as he chokes on your pretty pink strap, his spit oozing out of the corners of his mouth while his screen fizzled. One of your hands plays with your clit while the other lays on the back of Voz's screen, sometimes dipping down to trace the pretty, bruising necklace of bites left by yourself and Valentino.
His other end is occupied by the aforementioned Valentino, one set of the moth demons hands wrapped haphazardly around Vox's weeping cock while the other two are perched on the TV demons waist, slamming him onto his cock unapologetically.
Vox felt like, and most likely had, already came over a dozen times however, that didn't earn him any sympathy from you, and certainly not Val. Said moth demon moves one hand from Voz's pretty cock, tracing a bulge in the TV demons stomach from his bulbous dick. Vox let's out a gargled cry in response, trying to tug his sensitive ass away from Valentino's steel grip, but wouldn't be able to even if he could, due to you blocking his way.
Valentino looks at you with a smirk, hastening his thrusts as he chases his fifth high, ignoring completely as you desperately played with your clit, yet to finish. Valentino, luckily, quickly finishes, leaning his head back while panting, only looking down to see his cum seep out of Vox's abused and overstimulated asshole.
Vox cries out around your strap as Valentino pulls out with no remorse, simply telling you to 'Hurry up.' before walking off, shrugging on his robe as he passed by. You quickly pull the sobbing Vox off of your pink strap, hurrying in taking said strap off while the TV demon continues to cry.
"I- bzzt- hurts-" Vox desperately tries to explain his pain to you, going to sit up only to be pulled back down forcefully by your quivering hand, pulling him back down to your sobbing cunt. He immidietly gets the idea, forcing his square, flat head between your thighs and sticking his tounge out, licking a strategic strip against your cunt through his own spit and tears.
You can feel the vibrations of Vox jackhammering his hips into the sofa as if he were thrusting into something while be hungrily laps up the juices of your quivering sex, pushing his head as far as he could between your thighs to desperately taste you.
He quickly becomes a slobbering mess, completely forgetting the pain and cum in his ass, only thinking of your and your delicious juices. You throw your head back in ecstacy, beginning to push your cunt further into his screen to chase your first, and only, high.
You finish soon after, letting out a guttural wail before pulling away from Vox, who looked dazed as he attempted to follow your cunt with his tounge, only to quickly get shut down by you. You get up shakily, sighing and pulling your underwear up, leaving the room, leaving Vox in his poor state of subspace.
"Hurry up." You leave him with those words only, giving no sympathy to the quaking overlord.
jerking an exhausted nanami off from behind
“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.
he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.
he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.
his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.
your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.
“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’
who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have
a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!
CAUGHT ON FILM #2! — JJK MEN
SYNOPSIS...more nsfw twt links of the jjk men
INFO...jjk men x fem!bodied reader, women in the videos may be white skinned and light skinned but these videos are only to show how’d they fuck you, choking, cow girl, doggy, missionary, rough sex, oral (m & f receiving), spit, handjobs, fingering, overstim, bondage, praise, degradation, squirting, creampie, breeding, anal, sex toys
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TOJI
pounding your pussy in the backseat of the car
choking you and spitting in your mouth while he fucks you from behind
teasing your pussy with the tip of his cock
making you squirt all over his dick while he cums in your pussy
he loves seeing your mascara run down your face
toji doesn’t like when you use condoms, you feel too good
GOJO
gojo watching in the mirror as you bounce on his cock
pulling your panties to the side and eating your pussy
using his fleshlight on him
you look so cute in your nightgown he just had to fuck you in it
he loves the way your ass bounces back on him
gojo getting needy and thrusting up into your hand
NANAMI
fucking you before the two of you go out on your date
pushing you up against the shower door and fucking you after a long day
cockwarming him in public but can’t help getting needy and moving your hips against his
eating your pussy until you cum and make a mess
choking you and making you rub yourself through your panties while he praises and reassures you
fingering you till you squirm
GETO
jerking him off while he fingers you
waking you up in the middle of the night cause he’s so needy
licking you through your panties
the two of you get a little distracted while watching a movie
geto thought it would be fun to try anal
sloppy head is the best head
SUKUNA
treating you like a whore while fucking your face
using your pussy for his own pleasure
using your tits to jerk himself off
fucking you rough against the couch after a bad day
breeding your cute little hole
he loves using toys on both of your holes until you’re shaking
HIGURUMA
grinding your ass against his hard cock, teasing him
guiding you up and down his cock
deciding to tie you up and fuck you from behind
holding you close to him while he whispers the nasty things he wants to do as he licks and sucks at your sensitive spots
playing with your pussy for his own enjoyment
spanking you for being a brat
CHOSO
rubbing your clothed pussy over his dick before he gets too needy and fucks you
he can’t help eating your pussy even after you’ve cum already
sitting on his face while he’s distracted on his phone
making out naked and getting touchy
breeding your pussy on your cute picnic date
making him cum through his underwear
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synopsis: from what she could tell, Joel didn’t mean to be as annoying as he was. But after all, he was a father through and through, and what is a father if not a massive cock block? (18+ themes ahead!)
pairings: ellie williams x reader
Ellie was a decent romantic when she wanted to be—she knew you liked star gazing, knew you liked a bonfire, knew that one time when she and Joel were out on patrol and found a bag of marshmallows and something called ‘pre-made s’mores,’ and knew that the face you had made when she had offered a ‘s’more’ and then tried it was a face so beautiful she never wanted to forget it.
So naturally she planned a whole night. Just you and her, a bonfire in Joel’s backyard, a blanket, some slightly stale s’mores, and the comfortable knowledge that Joel would be out with Tommy and Maria until well past midnight.
She had been so excited, her hands up your shirt, un clipping your bra as your own hands tangled in her short hair, her lips moving hungrily against yours. Your breath hitched as she trailed her kisses lower down your jaw and neck, her fingers dancing along your waist, the warmth of the fire flickering across her flushed skin.
And then—
CLANG.
The sound of metal dropping against concrete shattered the moment. Ellie froze. You froze. Both of you turned your heads just in time to see Joel, standing awkwardly by the back door, a set of tools spilled out at his feet.
“The hell are y’all doin’?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, and Ellie swore under her breath.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She shot back, scrambling to sit up and subtly smoothing down your shirt.
Joel scratched the back of his neck, entirely oblivious (or just choosing to ignore) the murder in Ellie’s eyes. “Tommy’s got a busted sink. Though I left my wrench set back here.” He bent down, picking up the tools one by one. “Didn’t mean to—uh—interrupt,”
“You always interrupt,” Ellie muttered.
Joel paused, looking up with that signature dad squint. “What was that, young lady?”
“Nothing,” Ellie mumbled, running a hand down her face.
Joel finally gathered his tools, gave you both a nod, and disappeared back inside. The second the door clicked shut, Ellie groaned, collapsing onto your lap.
“I swear to god, he’s got some sixth sense for this shit,” she whined. “He wasn’t even supposed to be here!”
You giggled, running your fingers through her hair. “Maybe he just wanted to make sure we weren’t burning the house down.”
Ellie peeked up at you, deadpan. “Yeah? Well, the only thing on fire here is my frustration.”
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You and Ellie had been curled up on the couch, a rare moment of peace between the two of you with patrols and chores. A movie—one of the few that Ellie liked—played in the background, but neither of you were paying attention. Ellie’s hands were resting dangerously low on your hips, your lips against her neck, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers down her spine.
She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back to give you more access. “Ellie,” you murmured, gripping her tank top and tugging her closer.
“Yeah?” Her voice was low, breathy. Her fingers started sliding beneath the waistband of your jeans—
The front door creaked open.
“Ellie?”
You practically leapt off the couch, the two of you scrambling to look as normal as possible. Joel stood in the doorway, taking off his jacket, completely unaware of the moment he had just ruined.
Ellie gritted her teeth. “Joel.”
Joel furrowed his brows. “What?”
Ellie forced a tight smile that he definitely could tell was painfully not real. “Didn’t you say you were going to the bar?”
“Yeah, but I forgot my hat.” He walked right past you both, grabbing his old, worn out stupid cowboy hat from the kitchen table. “Y’all are actin’ weird.”
You cleared your throat, cheeks burning. “Nope. Just—watching a movie.”
Joel squinted at the TV, where a paused scene of some Star Wars movie was frozen on the screen. He hummed, clearly not convinced. “Your aunt know you’re out here messin’ around?”
“Yes sir,” You said with a mock salute, and he nodded, not saying anything as he adjusted his hat and headed back out.
The second the door closed, Ellie buried her face in her hands.
“This is a curse,” she muttered.
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It had been an exhausting day—long patrol back weather, and a particularly nasty clicker encounter. By the time you and Ellie got back to Jackson, all either of you wanted was a hot shower.
Ellie, being the ever-so-generous girlfriend, had offered to let you go first. But the second you stepped into the steaming water, she apparently decided that waiting was overrated.
“Mind if I join?” Ellie’s voice called through the bathroom door, a teasing lilt to it.
You barely had time to register what was happening before the door creaked open and Ellie stepped inside, a wicked grin on her face. “Saves water, y’know. Gotta do our part for the environment.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the way your heart pounded as she started pulling off her shirt, eyes roaming her toned torso. “Uh-huh. Despite the climate change problem being solved by the world ending, that’s very responsible of you.”
She winked, stepping toward the shower. “Just doing my civic duty.”
Her hands were on the clasp of her bra when—
Knock, knock, knock.
“Ellie, you in there?”
Joel.
Ellie let out a strangled groan. “Are you serious right now?”
The door handle jiggled, and Ellie yanked her shirt back on in frustration. “What, Joel?”
“You left your damn jacket on the porch. It’s rainin,’ and I ain’t about to have you gettin’ sick.”
Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Joel, I do not care about my jacket right now.”
There was a long silence.
“You, uh… you decent?”
Ellie turned to you, her expression pure suffering. You just bit your lip, suppressing a laugh.
“Yes, Joel. I’m decent.”
The door cracked open just enough for him to toss the damp jacket inside before it shut again.
“You’re welcome,” Joel called before his footsteps faded down the hall.
Ellie just stood there for a moment, hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I swear to god—”
You patted her arm sympathetically. “We have the worst luck.”
She let out a dramatic sigh, climbing into the shower behind you. “This is beyond luck. This is divine intervention.”
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It had officially become ridiculous.
Ellie was done playing it cool. Done brushing it off as bad timing. Done with the constant interruptions.
So when she finally managed to get you alone in her room, with the door locked, no patrol duties, no chores, and no Joel anywhere in sight—she took full advantage.
She had you pressed against the bed, her lips moving feverishly against yours, fingers slipped up the hem of your shirt. You moaned into her touch, hands gripping her hoodie as she pressed you impossibly further into the mattress.
Fucking finally.
And then—
Knock, knock, kncck!
Ellie froze.
Your eyes widened in horror. “No. No way.”
“Ellie?”
Ellie let out a guttural, borderline inhuman noise.
“I swear to god, Joel, if you—”
“You left the lights on in the kitchen,” Joel called through the door. “Electricity ain’t free, kiddo.”
Ellie pulled away from you, running both hands down her face. “We live off hydroelectric power—it is free.”
There was a brief pause.
“You better not be doin’ anything stupid in there.”
“Joel,” Ellie growled.
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as Joel continued.
“You got protection, at least?”
“OH MY GOD.” Ellie practically launched herself off the bed. “Joel, we can’t even get pregnant!”
Silence. Then, Joel muttered, almost to himself—
“Knowin’ you, I think a miracle could happen.”
Ellie gaped at the door, hands raised in pure, unfiltered exasperation. “You are literally, clinically insane.”
“Just sayin’.”
Ellie banged her forehead against the door. “Do you have some plan to make sure I get no action until I’m forty!?”
“Alright, alright. Y’all be safe.”
His footsteps retreated down the hall.
Ellie turned back to you, looking completely, utterly done. You just stared at her, then burst into laughter.
“This isn’t funny,” she whined.
“It’s very funny.”
Ellie flopped onto the bed beside you, staring at the ceiling. “I’m moving out. I’m gonna build a cabin in the woods. No dads allowed.”
You grinned, leaning over to kiss her. “I’ll visit.”
She turned her head to look at you, eyes softening just a little. “…you better.”
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Ellie got some action next Thursday at 3:43 p.m. while Tommy and Joel had gone out on a fishing trip. When you found Ellie’s journal opened to a page with a sketch of your face, you saw it read; ‘mmmm, sweet victory! Pussy never tasted so good!’
im a wreck. The house was empty when she got back.
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Choso 💭 *matchy-matchy = fated brothers*
credits to the original artist @yakult9_chim on X & ig
talking to @minkdelovely about how we all are just so unhinged and I wanted to say that people are always so quick to be rude and jump to negative conclusions and bully people online because of the safety of anonymity
but my interactions with our little horny deer cult and larger tumblr HH community has been the opposite? The most unhinged kindness and praise and lifting up of people???
anyway here’s a thank you while I read your comments but don’t reply yet because I’m trying desperately to get the next part of A Doe in Fall out; I will reply though! 🙏
Untitled Rutting Alastor x fem bunny reader fic preview
warnings; breeding kink, pussy out and about, cum, kinda size kink, almost sorta degradation kink but honestly he’s stating facts