When the fic describes the fat schlong you're about to take
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When the fic describes the fat schlong you're about to take
im gonna be honest with y'all
i want to fuck him as tv more than the human version
"ohh he's so hot as a human omg omggggg"
BORINGGGGGGGGG
let me sit my ass on that tv screen and ride until he short circuits
i want that evil ipad
“Could you fix him?”
I mean I could, but why would I want to.
hazbin men munching skills hc’s 😉
includes: lucifer, alastor, adam, sir pentious, vox
warnings: NSFW!!! MNRS DNI!!! oral!fem + male reviving; fem!reader; overstim; bondage
not proofread!!!
So, why don't I see anybody talking about these cunty ass poses in Brighter? Cause we, as a society, not talking about this is fucking CRIMINAL.
YAS BITCH SLAY!!!
So uhh… how we feeling Vox nation..?
𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 "𝐕𝐨𝐱" 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧
Age Gap Romance, version 2
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⋆。𖦹°‧★ You're too young for him. That's the first thing folks would say if they knew. Fresh into the studio world and still carrying hope. Vincent Whitman loves that. With a single sweep of his eyes, he's already decided what role you'll play in his orbit. He covets you.
⋆。𖦹°‧★ You trail after him and gush to your friends about what a joy he is to work with. He's a legend, after all. A modern icon, if you will. “New kid,” he says one night when you bring him his coffee just how he likes it. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
⋆。𖦹°‧★ He knows you fluster easy and gets off on it. The age gap only adds to the thrill. It's a power play, and he's all in. He cracks up over your naivety. “Young people,” he murmurs, leaning close enough for his breath to touch your cheek. “Always looking for somebody to worship. Lucky you found the right man.”
⋆。𖦹°‧★ He calls you to his dressing room more often than necessary. Sometimes you get work done, but most times you don't. He likes to stand in front of the mirror while you stand behind him, fixing his tie. His hands clasp behind his back. “You’re shaking,” he says softly when he catches your reflection. “You don’t have to. I’ll only bite if you ask.”
⋆。𖦹°‧★ The first time he kisses you, it’s in the empty studio room. The lights are muted after the show, but you're feeling electric. “Careful,” he mutters against your lips. “People will talk if they see you come out looking like that.” When you quirk a brow, he chuckles and wipes a smudge from your cheek. “I’m a star, sweetheart. They expect me to be a scandal. You don't have that luxury.”
⋆。𖦹°‧★ Publicly, he keeps a polished appearance. Privately, he lets himself unravel. He guides your hands and murmurs praise. “You keep up better than I expected,” he tells you. “Don't let that change. It's why I keep you around.”
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@bakerstreethound you did this.
Once I learn how to write fanfics everyone will be SICK of me.