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✪ It's late in the evening, but he's not home yet. You're in the kitchen making dinner. You're wearing the cobalt blue house dress he picked out for you.
✪ The front door swings open. Your dreamboat news anchor husband calls out, "Honey, I'm home!"
✪ "Welcome home, dear! Dinner is almost done." Vincent enters the kitchen and comes up behind you. "Looks good, doll." He takes your waist in his hands and kisses the crook of your neck. "But you look even better."
✪ His hard cock presses into your backside as his hands pull you into him. You jest, "Someone's excited for dinner." Worried he might distract you from cooking, you turn the stove burner's heat down.
✪ Vincent's hands let go of you to unzip his trousers, falling to his ankles. He lifts up the bottom of your dress and slides a hand between your upper thighs. The hook of his nose gliding from your shoulder, down your back as he reaches downward. He whispers into your ear, "Good girl, wearing stockings for me instead of pantyhose."
✪ As much as you loved Vincent's possessiveness when he's needy for you, you didn't want him to rip open another pair of pantyhose. Stockings were the safer option.
✪ Vincent slid his cock between your thighs and rubbed it along your clothed pussy. His precum wetting your panties. When he removed his cock to pull down your panties, you stepped to the side so that no longer standing in front of the stove. Vincent pushed himself between your thighs again and mixed his precum with your slick, prepping your entrance for his cockhead.
✪ Now that you were standing away from the stove, Vincent bent you over the countertop and pushed his cock inside of you. His groans and your moans filling the air.
✪ Vincent didn't pull out after he came. He continued to pound into you with his still-hard cock. The kitchen timer buzzed shortly after your third orgasm. "Darling, I need to take the casserole out of the oven." You were determined to not burn dinner. Vincent reluctantly pulled out of you, allowing you to add the finishing touches to the dinner. Vincent sat down at the kitchen table, still fully erect, and pulled you onto his lap. You would be cockwarming him throughout dinner tonight.
Alt ending: "I'll have my dessert first," Vincent sits you on the table and eats you out.
☾︎ Your obsession with him knew no limits. Stalking him didn't feel taboo to you, it was simply part of the natural progression. After learning that his routine included taking a walk through the local park in the late evenings, you decided to enjoy the park for yourself.
☾︎ You sat on a bench in a secluded section of the park's walking trail. It was nearly dusk, but you knew the silhouette in the distance belonged to none other than TV star Vincent Whittman. Arousal built up in you as the trail lead him closer and closer to you. Thoughts raced through your mind of how easily you could pleasure yourself once his back was towards you, safely out of his view. The anticipation had you aching. You try not to stare as he walks by you, but you can't help yourself. His eyes meet yours, he winks as he passes your bench.
☾︎ After he passes your spot, you quickly look around. No one else was there, you wouldn't be caught pleasuring yourself here. You bit your lip as you let your hand reach down, touching yourself through the fabric. Leaning back into the bench, you make yourself comfortable as you admire the view of Vincent walking away. The thrill is almost too much for you, and your other hand shoots up to your mouth in a futile attempt to stifle a moan. In the quiet of the evening, the sound of your moan reached Vincent's ears.
☾︎ He paused before turning and making his way towards you. You had already begun to fein innocence by sitting up straight and moving your hands to your knees. However, your flushed face and quickened breathing confirmed his suspicions.
☾︎ "Allow me, doll," he insists, kneeling between your legs. You gasp, but you don't resist as Vincent begins to go down on you. He looks up at you with his mismatched eyes. The difference in color was still noticeable as dusk approached.
☾︎ Vincent's hand reached up and pulled your hand away from your mouth. No longer able to muffle your moans, your sounds freely filled the air as his mouth explored your sensitive zone. Vincent's eyes were rolling back as he listens to you approach your peak.
☾︎ After helping you find your release, he stands up and brushes off his trousers. He wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand. Seemingly ignoring the tent in his trousers, he began to continue his evening walk.
☾︎ "Th-thank you, Mr. Whittman!" You call out after him.
☾︎︎︎ He turns back to flash a smile at you. "Always happy to help a fan."
Hi! Hey there! It’s me. I’ve asked this to other moots so now it’s your turn :3
If you were stuck in an elevator for 3 hours with any hazbin character [and you can't choose Vox or Alastor] who would you prefer to be stuck with and why??
Sorry for taking FOREVER to get around to this💔 Where does the time go?!
The first character that comes to mind is Vaggi, but I feel like people would hate me for that 😭 I feel like some other characters would end up bothering me, but that Vaggi would keep to herself. Maybe she would try to break the door open with her spear.
I feel like Val would try to convince me to join his industry. Niffty would be bouncing off the walls. Charlie would panic and hyperventilate. I mean that in the most kind way, I panicked the first time I was stuck in an elevator!
I think Husk would be a good option too. Maybe we could play cards together! That would be a fun way to pass the time, as long as we don't bet for more than bragging rights!
⁑ The news station is having an awards dinner, and Vincent is presenting the awards. Due to a tight schedule, Vincent has a meeting immediately before the dinner. Since the dinner is being held at the news station, Vincent offers for you to relax in his dressing room while he's in the meeting.
⁑ You enter his dressing room and wait for his meeting to finish. You notice a box placed on his vanity. It's filled with the awards that Vincent is supposed to give out tonight. You sit down in his chair and admire the awards. As you come across a trophy in the shape of a microphone, you decide to have some fun while you're by yourself.
⁑ You slip your panties off before propping your feet up on the vanity, being careful to not scratch the surface with your shoes. You're able to watch yourself in the mirror of the vanity as you pull up the bottom of your dress. Slowly, you start to rub circles over your bundle of nerves. With your other hand, you bring the trophy to your opening and rub it in your slick, coating it before sliding it inside if you.
⁑ A gasp escapes your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror, most of the trophy disappearing into you. You continue to pump the trophy in and out, softly moaning as it rubs your inner walls. The trophy and the scandalous sight in the mirror brings you to your peak. Your hand quickly moves to your mouth to muffle your moans as you ride out your release.
⁑ "Doll, are you in here?" Vincent had opened the door without you noticing. You freeze up but are able to make eye contact with him through the mirror. His gaze drops to see the trophy half-hidden inside of you. "Doll, did you–? Have you–? Wow, it's hot in here!" Vincent stammers out, tugging at his collar in an attempt to cool down.
⁑ "Vincent, shut the door!" You call out while covering your face with your hands.
⁑ Vincent shuts the door before making his way towards you, looking at you with hungry eyes. "Looks like someone was enjoying her alone time," he growls as he notices your mess. Both the trophy and his chair are coated in your slick. "I hope you know that I can't let anyone have this award now you've left your claim on it." He hides the trophy in a drawer and notices your panties on his vanity. Smirking to himself, he gets an idea. "Let me clean this up, doll. Can you go wait by the door?"
⁑ As you make your way to the door, Vincent takes the panties you left behind to wipe down the mess in his chair before stuffing them in his pocket. "I deserve a trophy, too," he mutters out of earshot. Turning to you, he lets out a sigh and tries to push down the tent in his trousers. "The dinner is starting soon, and we have to be down the hall in less than five minutes," he pauses to lick his lips. "But once it's over, we're coming back here for round two."
Do you have another blog or maybe I’m thinking of someone else
I started with mercilessscorpion, but I've pretty much abandoned that blog for this one. I'm still new to Tumblr, I've only been around since the start of the year!
Yes I am! Sorry if I didn't make that clear. I don't put 18+ or MDNI on posts that aren't necessarily mature, but I do have it listed in my description.
Someone in the comments said there's a tag that some users on ao3 use! "Wank and Tell | Creator is Open to Comments about Masturbating to This Work" 🤭 Someone else said there's tags about "dead batteries" as a euphemism! I think we should start something like this here! Idk if the "dead batteries" tag would work, it looks it's mainly used to talk about dead phones and stuff, but maybe we can commandeer it?? I'm open to suggestions!
good question! i just added it to my stuff without considering that first so now im gonna take a moment to see if my posts are hidden now lol
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okay, so tumblr’s definitely not a fan of the completely unredacted “Wank and Tell | Creator is Open to Comments about Masturbating to This Work” tag. that got my posts hidden and searching the tag won’t even work.
it seems pretty inconsistent with “wank and tell”, too, like some things with that tag show up and others don’t? idk
Someone in the comments said there's a tag that some users on ao3 use! "Wank and Tell | Creator is Open to Comments about Masturbating to This Work" 🤭 Someone else said there's tags about "dead batteries" as a euphemism! I think we should start something like this here! Idk if the "dead batteries" tag would work, it looks it's mainly used to talk about dead phones and stuff, but maybe we can commandeer it?? I'm open to suggestions!
Someone in the comments said there's a tag that some users on ao3 use! "Wank and Tell | Creator is Open to Comments about Masturbating to This Work" 🤭 Someone else said there's tags about "dead batteries" as a euphemism! I think we should start something like this here! Idk if the "dead batteries" tag would work, it looks it's mainly used to talk about dead phones and stuff, but maybe we can commandeer it?? I'm open to suggestions!
Should we commandeer #dead batteries?! We'll probably have to explain it at first until it catches on lol. I should go update the tags on my old posts 🤭
Someone in the comments said there's a tag that some users on ao3 use! "Wank and Tell | Creator is Open to Comments about Masturbating to This Work" 🤭 Someone else said there's tags about "dead batteries" as a euphemism! I think we should start something like this here! Idk if the "dead batteries" tag would work, it looks it's mainly used to talk about dead phones and stuff, but maybe we can commandeer it?? I'm open to suggestions!
Should we commandeer #dead batteries?! We'll probably have to explain it at first until it catches on lol. I should go update the tags on my old posts 🤭
Someone in the comments said there's a tag that some users on ao3 use! "Wank and Tell | Creator is Open to Comments about Masturbating to This Work" 🤭 Someone else said there's tags about "dead batteries" as a euphemism! I think we should start something like this here! Idk if the "dead batteries" tag would work, it looks it's mainly used to talk about dead phones and stuff, but maybe we can commandeer it?? I'm open to suggestions!
Releasing the Tension | Vox x Reader | Reader is Charlie
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18+ MDNI
Synopsis: Charlie is exhausted and experiencing burnout. Her boyfriend, Vox, offers to help her relax.
Tags/CW: NSFW, StaticBelle, mostly fluff, partially smut, kissing, fingering (F!Receiving), oral (F!Receiving), sensual and sexual massage, electricity play, possible somno (Vox masturbates while you're asleep next to him)
Words: 1951
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You enter your room at the hotel, shutting the door behind you with a sigh. You're exhausted but relieved to be done with work for the day. The light coming in through the windows has your room dimly lit. You kick off your shoes and make your way to your bed, shedding your clothes on your way over.
Pajamas were already laid out on your side of the bed: a navy blue babydoll patterned with chibi sharks, and royal blue panties. You slip into your new clothes as Vox starts to leave the bathroom. You notice his only garment of clothing, his boxers, match your panties.
"I've gotta go, Val. Send Ethan the rest of your notes. The ad goes live tomorrow night." Vox ends his video call with Val as he makes his way over to you with open arms. "There's my girl!"
"You were on a video call with Val while using the bathroom? Vox, that's disgusting!" You teasingly push away from his embrace, only for him to grab your wrist and start kissing up your arm.
"It's nothing he hasn't seen before," he retorts between kisses. "Besides, time is money and we have a deadline to meet for our new ad." His lips reach your shoulder. His teeth pull at the strap of the babydoll. "Do you like the new sleep shirt? I told Vel to put lots of sharks on there!" He pulls away to see your reaction.
You roll your eyes and try to hide your smile. "Oh really?" You feign surprise. "I thought Vel always put sharks on her lingerie." You get into your bed and lay your head down on the pillow. "It's cute, babe. The material is very soft." You run your hands down the front of the shirt to demonstrate.
"Is it?" Vox runs his hand over your shirt where it covers your breasts. "Mmm, yeah, very soft." He leans in and kisses your lips as he gently squeezes your breasts. He rests his screen on your forehead before pulling away and making his way to his side of the bed to sit down. "Wanna watch another movie tonight?"
"I was thinking about calling it an early night," you sheepishly admit. "I'm pretty sleepy."
"Doll, you've been going to bed earlier and earlier. I don't think you're sleepy, I think you're exhausted," he stated with a hint of concern in his voice. "I think you're experiencing burnout." Vox took your hand in his. "I know we're in hell, doll, but you don't need to suffer like this."
You squeeze his hand. "It's fine. I have a lot on my plate, but it's fine. I can do this. You know I'm an overachiever."
"And you know that I admire that about you. I'm just worried that you're spreading yourself too thin. I don't want you to overexert yourself. I know you want to sleep now, but me take care of you tonight, ok? You can close your eyes and maybe I can help you fall asleep."
You close your eyes and nod. "I suppose that couldn't hurt."
Vox releases your hand and grabs a pillow to put under your lower legs. Kneeling at the foot of your bed, he raises one of your legs and rests your ankle on his shoulder. He uses both of his hands to massage long strokes from just above your ankle, up towards your thigh. "You spend too much time on your feet, princess. Let's get the blood flowing the other way."
A soft moan escapes you. You've been so exhausted, you hadn't even realized just how sore your legs were. You had noticed earlier that your legs felt tired, but you were too busy at the time to do anything about it. So, rather than dwell on something you couldn't fix, you had decided to let the thought slip from your mind. You felt grateful that Vox was so attentive.
When Vox was finished with the first leg, he lifted your ankle off his shoulder and planted kisses along your lower leg. Then, he gave the same treatment to your other leg.
You looked at your boyfriend through half-lidded eyes and give him a smile. "Thanks Vox."
Vox softly smiles back at you, his screen feeling warm with a tinge of cyan appears on his cheeks. "You're very welcome, doll, but I'm not done yet. Can you turn over for me?" He places a hand under your hip to help turn you over.
You turn over and rest your forehead on the bottom of your pillow, arms slightly out from your sides, palms facing upward. Vox leans forward and slowly wraps your hair around his hand. He moves your hair above your shoulder, out of the way, before bringing his lips to the back of your neck. He gives you a long, deep kiss before pulling away. He places his hands on your shoulders and presses his thumbs into your back.
"Ohhhh," you groan, squirming beneath his touch. You were definitely aware of the back pain you've been experiencing. Your daily stretches only helping on a surface level. "Mmmmf." Your closed eyelids squeeze together.
"Sorry, doll. I'm just trying to relieve the tension." Vox adjusted his hands, pressing the base of his palms into your shoulder blades. "Is this better?"
Your body relaxed into the mattress. "Uuhhn, yeaahh. Mmm," you whimpered as you wiggled your fingers to distract yourself from the pain.
Vox kissed the back of your neck again. "I can't be too gentle or else I won't get the knots out. But I promise I'll be careful. Trust me," he assured you.
You moaned and groaned here and there as Vox continued to massage your upper back. When Vox decided it was time to give you a break, he placed a heating pad to continue to soothe your muscles. Lifting the bottom of your shirt up, he brought his hands down to massage your lower back. He wrapped his hands around your waist and held the position, warming up your lower back as the heating pad warmed up your upper back. After a minute, he began to rub small circles into the small of your back. A mewl escaped your lips.
"Is this alright?" Vox paused his movements.
You nodded against the pillow. "All good."
Vox continued his movements, his hands working their way towards your hips. After massaging your hips, he gives them a squeeze and snakes his hands down to your thighs. Placing a hand on the back of each thigh, he spreads his fingers out and grips your thighs. He runs his hands up and down your thighs a few times before beginning to knead into your thighs with his knuckles. Starting above your knees, he slowly works his way up, kneading higher and higher up your thigh until he was kneading your bottom. "Can't neglect this big muscle, babe," he chuckles.
"Very mature," you mutter, though not displeased with his actions.
He works his way back down, to where your bottom meets your thighs. His left hand holding onto the top of your left thigh, his right hand slipping between your thighs. You push your hips back to give him a better angle. He slides his fingers under your panties and along your folds. "You know I can't forget to massage you here," he says in a lower, growly voice. His fingers slipping between your folds, brushing along your entrance and inching towards your bundle of nerves. "Unless...," his finger reaches the spot, pressing down on your bump. "Unless you want me to stop. I know you wanted to go to sleep," he teases, slowly withdrawing his fingers. "How rude of me to keep my poor girlfriend awake when she clearly just wants to sleep." Ignoring your groans, he moves to lay down next to you. "Well, goodnight, doll."
"Vox...," you mutter in protest.
"Hmm? Need something, doll?" His voice still in that teasing tone.
Still tired, you simply groaned in response.
"Come on, doll. Use your words," he coaxed.
You turned onto your side to glare at him. A smug smile crept across his screen. "Say it, doll. What do you need? You need my fingers somewhere? Between your thighs, yeah?" Red pixels drip from the corner of his mouth.
"Yes," you admit. "Please?" You look up at him with pleading eyes.
"Of course, doll. How could I say no to you?" He turned you onto your back and slid your wet panties off. "You need me to finish your massage, yeah?" He rubs his fingers along your slit, pushing his thumb onto your bump and sliding two of his fingers into your entrance, eliciting a moan out of you. "Don't worry babe, I won't make you beg." He curled his fingers inside of you, causing your breath to hitch.
"Feels nice, yeah? Think of how much tension you could release– how much you will release. Think of how good you'll feel when I make you cum, doll. Gonna make you cum so hard," he proclaimed with hunger in his voice. With the next curl of his fingers, he let out a gentle zap from his thumb onto your bundle of nerves.
"Haahh!" Your back arched up, his fingers pressing deeper into you. "Vox, what was that?!"
"What? This?" His thumb zapped you again.
"Mmmnngh!" Your eyes rolled back.
"What's that, doll? Do you mean this?" zap zap
"Hahh Voooox!"
"Answer me, doll." Keeping his thumb in position, he removed his fingers from their position. His tongue lathed at your entrance.
"Vox, are you– mmmmmnnngh!!" Before you could finish, he plunged his tongue inside your wet walls and zapped your sensitive bump again. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the pressure building up inside of you. Your walls clenched down around Vox's tongue. "Are you zapping me?"
Instead of answering you, Vox curled his tongue in you and let out several short zaps from this thumb. zapzapzapzapzapzap The built-up pressure was released as waves cascaded over you. Your moans filled the air as you came on Vox's tongue.
Slowly, he pulled out of you, lapping up your juices. "Yeah," he shrugged, finally answering you. "Felt good, didn't it?" He crawled up your body towards your breasts. "Want me to do it again sometime?" His mouth engulfed your aroused bud. Suckling and swirling his tongue around your bud, he waited for your answer.
"Yeah, it did feel pretty good," you shyly admit, rubbing the back of his head, tracing along the edges of his screen.
Vox pulled off of you to look into your eyes and slipped his hand down to your mound. "Whaddya say? Round two?" He saw the tiredness in your eyes. "Or save it for tomorrow? I think you really need to sleep now, doll."
You wrap your arms around Vox and pull him in for a hug. "I do need to sleep now, but maybe you can take care of me again tomorrow," you suggest with a sultry tone.
"Of course, doll." Vox kisses your forehead and brings the blanket up to tuck you in. "Sleep well. I hope you're feeling more relaxed now."
"I am, thanks to you." Smiling, you lean forward to kiss his lips. "Good night."
"Good night." He covers himself in the blanket and lays his head down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You fall asleep quickly, but Vox is still wide awake. There's a tent in his boxers that he needs to take care of. After a couple of minutes of pumping his hand, and a few zaps to his tip, he releases his load and is on his way to falling asleep next to you.
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