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it’s rare that rick is home with you in the middle of the day.
typically, the group leader was off on a run, an errand, or dealing with the duties that came with being constable. but not today! today he was home. you’d even woken up to him beside you, a rarity.
you’d woken up with his taut arms wrapped around you and a nose nuzzled into your neck. the urge to stay overwhelms you but you’ve got to put together some breakfast. you’re slipping out of bed when you feel two arms drawing you back.
“where are you goin’? i thought we were sleeping in today.”
“you never sleep in.” you reminded him.
“except for’ today.” he exhaled into your hair, reaching a hand up to play with one of your french braids. “morning, silly girl,” he greeted, traveling his hand up to cup one of your breasts.
you gasped, breathing deeply as he increases the pressure. “doesn���t seem like you wanna sleep.”
“nope.” the sheriff answered, popping the p.
god, you wished he could be home every morning to have you squirming. he plunged a sticky finger into you. “another one, please.”
“since you asked so nicely.”
you shuddered at the second addition. grinding back against him, he continued his peace signed shape ministration inside of you.
“and since you’re gripping me so tight, why not another one?”
“ah!”
“that’s it.”
“mhmmm,” you droned into the pillow.
“feelin’ okay, silly girl?”
“so good, daddy!”
you didn’t have to see his smirk. you just feel the absence of his fingers. your hips shift in anticipation.
“want me to fuck you nice and dumb on my cock early this morning, baby?” rick questioned with a cocky, sleepy grin. “want me to stuff you, silly girl?”
your head was bobbing yes immediately and that’s all he needed to pull down his boxers and drive right into you.
it doesn’t matter if you had a degree in molecular biology or rocket science before all this, you’re still rick’s silly girl.
his lovely little housewife - the one waiting at home to get fucked to the moon and back on his cock. the same cock that had made your eyes widen when you first saw it.
you’d never mention it to rick but shane had to really be something for lori fuck everything up with rick over him. yeah, lori thought rick was dead but everything afterwards? you would’ve been head over heels overjoyed to see your man again.
that’s how you’d felt every time rick came back from a risky run. it was scary to imagine a time when he may not come home. you chose to put it out of your mind and enjoy the organ restructuring dick inside of you.
its owner couldn’t hold himself back from slamming into you on your side. there was never anything more relaxing for rick than being balls deep inside of you - well, maybe being down your throat.
“my silly girl,” he breathed into your hair.
it took you two a while to make it to the kitchen. it took even longer to make breakfast after you learned that carl had taken judith over to eugene’s to look into a telescope.
with the house empty, rick gets to devote an hour to his favorite past time: fucking you against the counter.
you and rick had stumbled downstairs in your pajamas but they’re scattered on the floor now. you lovers are too enthralled in grinding your bodies as close to each other as possible. rick is on a mission to shove his massive cock as deep inside of your tight cunt as possible. of course, it’s tight fit and a delicate dance of not blowing out your cervix.
the early shocks of your fourth orgasm of the day - second against the counter - make themselves known in a way you can’t ignore.
“you’re hitting all the right spots, rick,” you croon, gazing back at him all fucked out.
you feel him twitch inside of you. he can’t help but lose his mind seeing you so needy beneath him at this time of day. god, he needs to be home more.
“anything for you, pretty girl. you like this?” he lays a firm two fingers on top of your clit.
“mhmmm,” you confirm with a nod.
your leader takes your murmurings as a go ahead to adopt an intense rhythm; his shaft delivering rapid fire contact with your spongy feel good parts inside while his hand strategically cups your clit.
his solid length saws into you without any regard for your sensitive pussy. the dull pain pairs well with the pleasure as your clit is lavished in attention and your insides feel like they’re about to come apart around the thick ridges of rick. feeling him bare inside of you equates to pure bliss.
because just like your cookie dough, you like it raw.
“can’t wait!” you strain.
ugh, he’s gonna have you exploding again. you’re going to be blacking out for a split second and going soft brained. rick doesn’t need to pound into you to send you to a cloud higher than nine. it’s like you’re not even in the room - not even on earth.
last time rick had fucked one of those mind numbing, leg shaking orgasms out of you. he didn’t even stop for the smoke detector or the smell of torched green beans. he’d seared kisses up your neck from behind and without the will to hold out, he’d snuck you away from your task at hand - a green bean casserole - and instead fucked you silly next to the shoe rack.
he only broke the habit of fucking you through the smoke detector when carol told him off and he realized it was a waste of food.
you’d both been embarrassed at carol walking into the kitchen to rescue your burnt casserole and discover you and rick disheveled coming out of the mud room.
after a long day of bullshit, rick wants nothing more than to come home to the beautiful home you’ve made for them. to spend quality time in the home and spend himself in you; always earning a couple of releases from you in the process.
“can’t wait!” you whimper.
“so you want two?”
you nod. you love when rick gives you back to back pleasure. he’s like the best at it. that is when daryl’s not bullying his way between your legs.
speak of the devil, daryl’s trudging into the kitchen. figures. you and rick must’ve been so into it that you didn’t hear the mud room door. actually, that’s a lie. rick probably heard the door and just banked on you being too wrapped up in cumming around him like you are now to notice.
the archer is treated to the perfect display of your pulsing pussy as you gush all over the counter. he whistles as some of your slick dribbles down the cabinet drawers.
“shouldn’t have expected anything else on rick’s day off.” he quips.
the brunette sex god playing chicken with your cervix just snorts, not stopping or slowing down the convergence of his hips and yours for anything. “shouldn’t be draggin’ mud through here.” he advises through gritted teeth.
“daryl,” you pant, overwhelmed by both the aftershocks of your climax and the prospect of mud on your floors.
“sorry, wasn’t very nice and clean in norfolk. but hey, we came here and back with fuel and MREs all before noon, so i wouldn’t be too disappointed.”
“i’m gonna make her cum four times before noon.” rick declares, hammering more frantically into you.
“rick, slow down,” you pant again.
“you good, honey?” rick checks in, stilling his thrusts to wait for your reply.
“rosita’s class really took it out of me yesterday. all the muscles are sore,” you complain, eyes watering a bit from your orgasm and the mild throbbing pain in your tightened muscles.
“poor baby’s feelin’ sore?”
daryl confirms with a nod. “she’s not breathing and stretching like you should when she’s lifting.”
rick gives you a disappointed look. “maybe you’ll take a break from your weight lifting classes. huh, honey?”
you groan and pout.
“then you two need to help me practice kegels.”
“we’ll start now,” the sheriff instructs you. his hands couldn’t be cemented further into the curves of your hips.
with daryl watching from across the counter, you do your best to remember the motions of a kegel. you squeeze. it feels like you’re doing so randomly but rick is bucking his hips again. as long as he’s not correcting you, it’s good enough. not like he’ll last long anyways.
you’re irresistible to him, all hot and bleary eyed.
like the time he fucked you up against a hedge at the community picnic. you two were tucked away in the woods of course but that didn’t make it any less naughty when you sauntered back up the hill and to your picnic blanket with cum inside of you.
you look just like you did then. hair coming undone from your bedtime braids, tears threatening to fall on the countertop, and your pussy holding on tight and not letting him go.
you expect to be empty once you’re done spasming around the thick rod inside of you and rick had filled you up completely. the breath is knocked out of your lungs when feel another cock take his place.
“daryl!”
“i know that you can take one more, baby. you love being stuffed one after another.”
“that she does,” rick corroborates.
the constable is in your view so now you can relish in the sight of him finding his clothes while daryl tries to do you in once and for good.
“fuck, dare’!” you wince as he pile drives into you from behind.
“sorry, baby,” he apologizes into the crook of your neck, lowering down and crushing you further into the counter. “just missed you out there. i never find anything as perfect as you.”
“mhmmm,” you babble and squeak in time with his thrusts.
“you really needed the pounding today? huh, hon’?”
you nod your head the best you can for rick.
“almost there, fucking pretty little bitch.”
daryl feels your reaction on his cock as you shudder around him.
“you like being called a pretty little bitch?”
“maybe,” you stutter.
the auburn haired man fucking rick’s cum into you chuckles. “yeah, i feel how much you like it grippin’ me up so tight.”
“her pussy’s got a killer grip.” rick agreed.
“you ‘bout ready to cum all over this cock? you wanna cum? pretty little thing.” daryl huffs with each thrust.
“yes!” you cry out, tensing around his cock. “please, dare’!”
“silly girl’s gonna make a mess of your cock,” observes the peanut gallery.
“whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” daryl whispers in your ear.
truth be told, just the heat from his breath on your air had your overworked cunt going off like a sparkler around him.
“daryl, daryl, daryl!” you chant.
the panic in your voice is that of someone falling off a cliff but you’re just nosediving into your orgasm with your boyfriend spearing you on his cock.
the shuddering turns into small aftershocks and your legs eventually still as you bask in the post-orgasmic bliss you’re experiencing of the fifth time today. rick gives you a condescending smirk when he realizes the exact moment daryl’s cum trickles into you. you can’t hide how satisfied you are being so warm and full.
the man withdrawing from your spent pussy points to rick’s snack.
“what’s that?” daryl inquires, referring to the jerky rick is chowing on.
“oh, that’s the jerky i made!” you chirp, peeling yourself off of the countertop. “i’m getting pretty good at jerky. wanna try some? carol’s teaching me how.”
“why not?”
you pull a piece from the ziplock bag that rick holds out for you and gingerly pop it into daryl’s mouth.
“what do you think?���
he shrugs. “i’d share it with dog - not entirely though.”
you slap his shoulder playfully. “i’m still a beginner. it’ll get better.”
“i think it’s great, sweetheart.” rick compliments, manhandling you to his side of the counter and help you step into your newly discovered sleep shorts.
then you’re being pulled into his lap despite your protests. “rick! i have to make breakfast!” you already had explained to them countless times before why you couldn’t cook topless.
rick and daryl share a look and a snicker before rick is locking you in his seated embrace and daryl is grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge.
“i got it, princess,” daryl hums. “you just take care of rick.”
“i wanted to make breakfast for you on your day off!” you complain, giving rick another pout.
he shakes his head at you. “you know where i want you on my day off, hon’? right here.” to solidify the point, he drags you down onto him, clutching a breast and attacking your neck with his lips.
“already?” you’re asking, punctuating the question with a ragged breath.
“oh, i can go all day today, sweetheart.”
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tags. dom top! reader, sub amab character. feminization (afab terms used), pet names (housewife, good girl), riding, creampie, slight breeding kink.
thinking about a big, beefy man who absolutely loves it when you refer to his asshole as a cunt. you have no idea how long he’s dreamt of this, owning a fat, creamy pussy that gets aroused so easily, dripping wet around your girthy length.
call him your “pretty housewife”, or tease him about his huge tits while he bounces on your cock, and watch him shudder, eyes rolling to the back of his head. the first one always gets him. he’s always loved the idea of putting together a hot meal for you after you come home from work, soaked underneath his apron just from watching you enjoy your meal, ready to bend over the dinner table so you can enjoy a sweet, fulfilling dessert.
“i-it’s soo big,” he’d whine, stuttering and panting while he continues to bounce hard and fast, “it’s p-poundin’ my pussy so- so good.” what a paradox, when his own useless, leaking cock is slapping against his tummy with every thrust, messily squirting pre every time you play along with his little fantasy.
and don’t you just love it when he clamps up tight around you, desperate sobs spilling from his lips, begging, “puh-please, you’ve g-got to cum inside. want you to fill my- my cunt up. d-don’t you?” and who are you to deny your lover of his needs?
stuff him up and pump him full of your cum while muttering praises of “what a good pussy” while stroking his cock or “my messy good girl”, and he’s hard again and ready to go. spoil him a few more times, and it won’t be long before he gets greedy and asks you to put a baby inside him.
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People find Pyramid Head hot and nobody bats an eye. But when I say I find Bill Cipher hot? Society!!! Society calls me weird!!!!!!
#gravity falls#tbob#the book of bill#bill cipher#bill cipher x you#bill cipher x reader#gravity falls incorrect quotes#gravity falls memes#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls x you#dipper pines#mabel pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#silent hill#pyramid head#pyramid head x reader#pyramid head x you#silent hill x reader#not dogging on pyramid head simps tho#I get you guys I see the appeal#but why is one triangle man acceptable and the other is not#I am a proud bill cipher defender apologist and housewife#sigh
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warnings: smut (mdni), power dynamics, free-use, domestic kink, housewife!reader.
being caitlyn's free-use housewife and letting her do whatever she damn well pleases. doesn't matter the time or the place. though caitlyn gets so fucking wet specially when she comes home to find you in the kitchen, cooking for her in your little apron like some picture-perfect 1950s wife. it’s almost unfair how much she loves you—adores you, really.
and you turn her on so easily. it's kinda your fault that she can't keep her hands off you. she loves how you don't complain—never push her away. you just part your legs like the obedient little thing you've always been, letting her plunge those long, deft fingers into your wet pussy.
because your body knows her. pavlovian-level shit and all that. the second you hear the front door open, the rhythmic click of her boots against the polished floor, your pussy practically starts leaking in anticipation. caitlyn's noticed that, she notices every little thing about you.
it's fucking magical. divine. you’re her gift after the shitstorm that is her life lately, and she’s damn well going to enjoy you.
her fingers push deeper into you, hitting that sweet little spot that makes you jump. little gasps, moans, whimpers tumble out of you like it's the only thing you know how to do. she doesn’t wanna stop hearing them, not ever.
makes her chest all warm and proud, as she drags in and out, in and out her long pale fingers that your pussy loves so, so much. greedy little thing always clinging to her, like you're built for this and nothing else.
“that's it, darling,” she murmurs, her lips grazing your flushed cheek as her icy blue eyes drink you in—parted lips, lids heavy, hands gripping the counter so tight your knuckles turn white. and she keeps going, her fingers curling, dragging out those sweet, broken little sounds that she could live off forever.
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Reader: Aspen, if you continue murdering people I want a divorce...
Femboy Housewife Yan: Di...viorce? [giggles] Darling~ You know English isn't my first language. I have no clue what that is.
Reader: Don't act smart with me. Do you know how annoying it is to have the family members of people you're associated with asking if you've seen them recently?
Femboy Housewife Yan: Oh, love.... I didn't know people were harassing you so much. I think I have some candy in my purse. That should help you feel a little better.
[Aspen digs through his bag - glancing away as he tosses a black credit card at Reader's feet.]
Femboy Housewife Yan: My! I wonder where that came from, I've never seen that card before in all my life. Does it belong to you.... Darling?
Reader: ....
[Reader picks up the card - sliding it into their pocket as they kiss Aspen's cheek.]
Reader: You know, it really isn't any of my business what you do with your own time. Love you, Aspen.
Aspen: To the moon and back, my love. To the moon and back.
#Aspen my oc#Yandere housewife#yandere assassin#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere x you#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#male yandere#yandere insert#yandere oc#yandere blurb#femboy yan
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May I request just a short write of just randomly spanking ares randomly around the house or in public how he would react
ares on getting spanked
cw; suggestive
basically expect him to jump your bones. pinching his butt would also get basically the same results.
around the house
ares is a good housewife, he loves doing chores and taking care of the house for you. it's not odd to catch your beautiful wife bent over vacuuming or doing dishes. the way his pants cling to his pillowy ass is so so tempting.
one day while he's doing chores you find yourself too tempted. you're just trying to get something from the fridge and there's ares. bent over the sink with his chest soaked in soapy water and his shirt clinging to him so tight you can see the outline of his muscles. if that wasn't hot enough there's his pretty ass again moving slightly from side to side as he listens to music. you're staring for so long if that music wasn't distracting him he'd probably have asked what you need.
what you need is right there. you slap him right across the ass with a smack harder and louder than you intended. ares lets out an embarrassingly cute squeak, his entire face turning the color of his eyes. he looks back at you with his brows furrowed and a pout forming on his lips.
"y-you... that's not fair."
you should expect your soaking wet wife to jump you.
in public
ares loves to visit you at work. he likes pretending he doesn't know you when he comes in and then flirts with you. your coworkers hate it. so you told him to not do it everyday just whenever he's already out running errands. that almost turned into a fight. but you saved yourself by saying it might get you fired and then you couldn't take care of him. so he only comes twice a week.
today he's sat by the window with his shopping bags waiting for you to be less busy. he wants to show you everything he got you and it just can't wait!! as soon as you go over there he's immediately digging in the bag, doesn't even bother to order. he stands up to hold up a new shirt he got you, it says cutie pie. your coworker makes fake gagging sounds behind you. when you turn to stick your tongue out at them ares also turns to dig in his bag again.
there's his cute butt right in front of you again. you give him a light little smack.
he squeaks. of course he does. he's immediately red in the face and he doesn't even turn around to face you. you watch as your wife practically deflates back into his chair.
"sorry..." you rub the back of your head sheepishly and he just squeaks again in response.
you notice he moves the bag into his lap and begins clinging to it tightly.
"..... i can go on my 30 soon."
"please..."
#top male reader#dom male reader#male reader#yandere ideas#yandere x male reader#sub yandere#yandere oc#yandere housewife
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Something about Max screams fucking you raw on the kitchen counter
Max Verstappen x Reader
A/N: I would gladly be Max Emillian Verstappen's little housewife. No questions asked.
Warnings: SMUT 18+, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, Lactation Kink, Housewife Kink, just a lotta kinky shit tbh, Unprotected sex (you're way too fucking young to have kids), Fingering, Oral f! receiving, Implied oral m! receiving
Waffles. That's the only thing on your mind since last night when you and Max watched The Great British Bake Off before bed. You woke up earlier than usual to finally satisfy your craving. You put on some soft jazz and moved around the kitchen in your bra and joggers. You cherised these quiet moments far away from all the noise and the chaos. You were so deep in thought, you didn't hear your husband padding towards you. You heart almost fell out of your chest when a pair of arms wrapped around you.
"Max! You scared me" You gasped as he just nuzzled in your neck. "It's 7am why are you up baby?" His voice was deeper than usual. "I need waffles" You simply shrugged. He hummed and his arms started trailing up until they reached your breasts. You hissed in pain. Max's eyes shot open at the sound of your discomfort. "What's wrong liefje?" "I'm ovulating Max. My breasts are insanely sore." You didn't notice how Max's cock stood up at your words.
You and Max have talked about kids and decided to try after the end of the season. But Max Verstappen was not a very patient man. As you grabbed the waffle maker, Max started nibbling on your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses and slowly pushing your bra strap away for more access. You didn't take long to figure out what was happening.
In the flash of an eye, you were on the counter as Max got to work removing your joggers. He slowly kissed his way up from your ankles. He chuckled seeing your soaked panties. He slowly pulled it down with his teeth while staring into your eyes. You moaned at the sight. "Fuck baby, all of this for me?" He spoke against your pussy. "Yes Maxie. All for you." You gasped as his tongue got to work. Licking and slurping on every crevice, he knew your his pussy like the back of his hand.
He inserted two fingers, scissoring you and getting you prepared for what was to come. Despite fucking like bunnies everyday, you could never get used to his girth. The second he nudged your clit with his nose, your orgasm washed over you like a torpedo. You barely had a chance to speak before you came all over his face.
"So nice and ready for my cock huh princess?" Max got up from the floor and got rid of his boxers. His cock slapped on his stomach, making you drool selfishly. He held you tight as he slowly entered you. A loud moan tore out of you. After a few small thrust, he looked at you silently asking for permission. You knew this was what you both wanted and nodded.
Every little piece of restraint in him crumbled and an animalistic moan ripped from his throat as he fucked you raw on the kitchen counter. He thrusted into you mercilessly. You body shook at the intensity and your nails were piercing his back drawing blood. "Is this what you wanted schatje? Me fucking a baby into you. Fuck baby you would look pretty with your breast all swollen with my baby's milk and god I can't wait to suck on it." He sucked on your nipples ruthlessly rehearsing for the future. His suckling felt like heaven on your sore breasts.
You cried as he continued thrusting into you. He pulled your nipple with his lips before letting it go. He kissed you with so much love and adoration. "Shit baby. I'm about to cum. Do you want my cum huh baby? Do you? " He taunted you as his thrusts continued wrecking your pussy. "Yes Maxie! Give me your baby. Wanna be a good little housewife for you" You were on the verge of passing out. Your orgasm washed over you twice and your husband barely faltered. He was on a mission and you wanted him to succeed. Max let out a gruttal groan as he came in you. You felt his cum filling you up. You were both a sweaty mess and your foreheads touched. "Are you okay baby?" He cupped your face and placed a chaste kiss. "I'm great" You whispered. He slowly pulled out you and walked over to the bedroom to grab a cloth.
When he came back, he definetely didn't expect to see you fingering yourself pushing his cum further in. He moaned as he got ready for round 2. You knew at that moment you weren't gonna get your waffles for a while. But you got something way better to stuff in your mouth.
#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#f1 imagine#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen x you#max verstappen smut#f1 smut#f1 imagines#breeding k1nk#lactating kink#housewife kink#smut
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work!from!home!ellie or housewife!ellie would be the perfect girl for me. the unconditional comfort and princess treatment you would receive after getting home from work, is indescribable. how do you even begin to describe heaven on earth? in respective epitome: her hands are heaven, and you are the earth. soon as your shadow pours through the cracks of your door, she is on her feet, waiting on the other side to greet you—perhaps, even carry you? “hey babe, was work good?” there is this ritualistic routine in place: ask about your day, plunge straight for your lips, kiss you softly to keep you wanting more, and pluck your bags away. sometimes, you'd express that you had a shit day, and ellie rearranges herself around you.
“c'mon, up.” she crouches below and scoops you into her lithe arms, raising you from that chthonic pain aching your ankles. it makes you roll your eyes; the act is damn old-fashioned. but, every once in a while, it hurts nobody. being brought to the cotton solace of your bed surely does the opposite of hurting. “want me to get down to buisness?” ellie asks with a dork-faced smile on her pretty, pink lips, teeth peeking in the middle. yet, her fingers are already sliding your socks off. “you already know the answer to that, idiot.” you nudge her in the side while her hands cup your ankles. “what did you spend all day doing, huh?”
everything, and at the same time, nothing. ellie never knows how to word it, but she definitely loves cleaning up the house for you. yeah, she has a mellow addiction to video games and other recreational livings, but the little services of love expand her heart thrice the usual. ��nothin' much. but i got that faucet workin' in the bathroom now. wanna see my work?” little rewards for you to return home to, even if they happen to be salacious. “wanna feel me against you, huh? uhuh—okay, just lay back baby.” little whispers that crackle in the space of night, crisp yet soft things, twinings of the legs that weep wantingly in the center; her core so pent-up, she releases all over your entrance—fingering the rest inside with a whispered, “fuck, take me.” under her breath. her hips feel so fucking good at the epilogue of the day, holy shit. yeah, you think she deserves that playstation five.
a/n: will probably write more about housewife!ellie, tbh.
#✮─── . aestra's footnotes#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fluff#housewife!ellie#sugarbaby!ellie#ellie tlou#lesbian#sapphic#ellie x reader#ellie williams x fem!reader#ellie williams fic#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams blurb#ellie williams headcanons
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Hazbin Hotel - Vox Kink Headcanons
Personal kink headcanons for my beloved tv man Vox. Not doing the more obvious/universally accepted kinks. Instead I'm writing about some of my more... niche takes.
My other work can be found on my masterlist >>HERE<<
WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader, but is AFAB for the last section; all the kinky shit obviously; Valentino mention (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
Domestic Kink ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧
For those who don't know, a domestic kink is being turned on by doing everyday couple things. Things like cooking, cleaning, that type of thing. Vox basically gets turned on by you two being a couple and taking care of each other. The man is so love starved he just gets sent to another planet by those simple everyday shows of affection.
If you start helping Vox get dressed in the mornings, he will melt into a puddle. Every. Time.
It started simple enough, Vox was in a rush so you thought to help him put on his coat. Sliding it onto him, adjusting the collar, straightening his bowtie... You didn't notice how still he went until you went to fix his sleeves and you looked up into his wide, almost feral eyes.
Vox desperately crashed his lips against yours as he pulled your bodies flush together causing you to squeak. Only then did you feel how hard you had made him as he grinded into you... Needless to say, Vox had to reschedule his entire morning.
Vox will come home to you cooking dinner and just bend you over the counter. Whispering in your ear, 'Your so sweet doing this for me, Sugar. Now let me take care of you."
I have had the scenario floating around of you making Vox breakfast in bed one morning just as something nice to do for him. You dont think too much of it, he has been so tired and overworked lately so you figure any extra sleep he can get would do wonders for him
Vox however, absolutely fucking loses it. When you wake him up with tray in hand, he... just kind of stares at you. What do you mean you already made breakfast? Wait you have breakfast? For him? For him in bed?
You actually thought the man might have bluescreened. It takes you setting the tray down and grabbing his hand before he starts moving again.
Vox pulls you into his lap and starts peppering kisses all over you. He just cant believe that this is actually happening; that your here with him, that you did such a sweet thing, and oh god does he love you so much.
He actually is daydreaming about it the rest of the day and bragging about it whenever he can.
Comes home early that evening just to surprise you and spend a romantic evening together (totally not because he accidentally pent himself up gushing over you all day ABSOLUTELY NOT).
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Recording/Being Recorded ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧
(This one might not be a niche take but I'm putting it here anyway cause I want to yap about it)
I wasn't quite sure if there was a specific name for this kink. But what I mean by this is Vox loves to specifically record you two having sex. Like an amateur porn thing. However. These videos are meant for his eyes only.
Vox would murder anyone who so much as tried to get their hands on these videos. God help them if they actually saw one. Its not even a matter of honor or anything, its a matter of only Vox is allowed to see you come apart like that. Vox is the only one allowed to hear you make those sounds.
Vox honestly isnt going to even bring this whole 'recording you two' thing up unless he trusts you completely. Even then he is super sheepish the first time he asks about it. Vox knows your going to be suspicious and, yeah, you rightfully are due to his association with the porn moth.
It takes a bit of prodding for you to get out of Vox that he sees it as a different way to enjoy you. To experience you. He will get to see your beautiful body at angles he never could while he plows into you. He can finally see the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he eats you out, diving his tongue as far into you as it can go.
Vox is over the moon when you finally agree to let him place a camcorder in your shared bedroom.
You viscerally notice how much more relaxed and strangely content Vox seems to be next time you two have sex. Vox always had this certain tension to him and its just... gone now.
What you don't realize is that 'tension' was Vox's underlying fear of how transient you were. He was always trying to absorb as much of you as he could, to memorize every part of you. But now he felt like he could truly let himself enjoy the moment knowing that he will be able to listen to your heavenly sounds on repeat, analyze every little twitch he causes, and fully see every expression you make.
A deep, deep, dark part of Vox want to tell Valentino to cancel every shoot he has for a day. To reserve the studio just for you two. To spend an entire day taking you in every way imaginable. Bringing you to bliss in every messy way he possibly can. Getting you to make every obscene noise that beautiful voice of yours can make.
But Vox knows that he could never trust Valentino to not make a copy of you two for himself. So he will stick to his amateur recordings. Anything to keep you safe and to himself.
Whenever Vox is missing you at work (or whenever he gets a free moment honestly), he starts watching back one of your now countless sex tapes. He will let the odd feeling of comfort wash over him as he sees the adoring looks you give him and hears you two exchange words of love. God, he can't wait to get back home to you.
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Cock Warming ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧
OKAY. I think I've gotten the point across that Vox is a certified lover boy™ who basically wants to imbibe your very being. Whelp. This is just more of that.
Don't get me wrong, Vox loves sex. Sex is great. But having you on his lap, his cock inside you, the two of you as close as two beings can physically get, and just- enjoying that... It hits differently you know?
Say its due to his mechanical nature all you want, (insert joke about 'plugging in' here) but Vox loves to feel like you two are truly connected. When your bodies actually become one like this, he is just that much closer to perfect.
As stated previously, will let you sit on his lap and cockwarm him anytime you please. Vox's absolute favorite times are when he has to do work ironically. He can never stop the blissful smile he makes as he has you in his lap. Vox will gently hold you with one arm while the other tries to get work done. You always end up giggling whenever you kiss up the side of his neck or monitor and Vox lets out the most contented sighs.
Honestly, just start going to work with him, becoming his personal cocksleeve whenever he is in his monitor room. A blanket draped over the two of you to hide what's actually going on.
Since the poor guy has no choice but to sleep on his back; you can easily do the same thing for bedtime. Climb on top of him and delicately slide him inside of you. Vox will just look up at you with the most lovedrunk expression as you bend over him and nuzzle into his neck, your body draping over his, and Vox pulling you impossibly close as you both fall asleep.
Its times like this that Vox questions why anyone would even need heaven.
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FURTHER READING ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧
One of my favorite posts that just goes over a evening being Vox's s/o can be found >>HERE<<, its by the talented @lqveharrington
Another really good post by @liveontelevision where Vox gets jealous of your work with Valentino and decides to start recording you can be found >>HERE<<
Then lastly, quick headcanons by @voxsremotec0ck where Vox is spying on the reader then catches you masturbating can be found >>HERE<<
#*drops this ROT from atop a building straight onto the reader*#my love is an actual weapon of mass destruction#disappointing my ancestors by kissing a television#Id be a housewife for him#wait what#hazbin#hazbin hotel#hazbin vox#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#vox the tv demon#vox#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel x reader#vox x reader#vox x you#x reader#x you#x you smut#reader insert#hazbin hotel vox smut#hazbin vox smut#vox hazbin#hazbin hotel fluff#hazbin fluff#hazbin smut#hazbin hotel vox fluff#whoresday#tagging with fluff because these kinda wholesome kinks ngl
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what do you mean i can't live on a farm with farmer!könig and bake him his favourite, delectable sweet strawberry tarts and apple pies?!
#this is the life we all deserve#a comfortable and relaxing life#being his housewife/househusband#bake him cakes and tarts for dessert after his hard work on the field mauschen!#könig#konig#konig call of duty#cod konig#könig x you#könig x reader#konig x reader#konig mw2#farmer könig#farmer konig#orla speaks#cod x reader
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sevika coming home to her housewife after a tough day? 💗🥹
yes yes yes!!!!
Sevika coming home to her housewife after a tough day
it'd been a long day, as Sevika's housewife you had to keep the place clean and tidy and cleaning up after Sevika was no small feat, she wasn't exactly the tidiest person (as much as she would deny that)
You'd just gotten the food out the oven, Sevika should be home any minute
you were normally pretty good at timing these things
as if my divine timing, the door opens
and immediately slams shut so hard it feels like the whole house shook
you hear her throw her things down on the floor in the hall
"That kind of day, huh?" you call out to her
a deep sigh is your response as she enters the kitchen
her frame towering over you as she bends down slightly to wrap her arms around your waist and bury her face in your neck
in return you wrap your arms around her head and hold her, scratching her head in little circles the way she likes
she looked so defeated and pissed about it
"Jinx?" you ask
"who the fuck else?" she replies, voice a little muffled from her place in the crook of your neck
you kiss her hair and she pulls you in closer, as if she's trying to merge your bodies into one
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Just the usual, didn't get her own way, then she did, then she fucked it all up and threw a tantrum. That's when this happened"
she pulls back slightly to show you
that's when you notice the damage to her bio mechanical arm
it's severely scratched up, has knife marks in it and looks like it's taken a real beating
"...baby" you almost whisper reaching out to touch some of the marks
"I'm fine" she offers you in return "nothing I can't handle"
as much love as there was between you, she still gets insecure about her arm and not being "whole"
as if that would ever bother you
you take her face in your hands, looking deeply and lovingly into her eyes
"Can I do anything?" you ask
Her eyes dart towards you with that look in them "I'm sure you can find a way to cheer me up"
you giggle "Upstairs?"
"Upstairs" she smiles
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i’m going absolutely insane
#i’m sobbing i need him#why won’t he just give me a chance :(#i’ll be the best housewife ever hayden#hayden christensen#star wars#anakin skywalker#girlblogging#i love him#i need him#indiana comic con#anakin skywalker x reader#hayden christensen x reader
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⋆༺ One For The Money, Two For The Show ༻⋆
⋆。‧˚ʚ Yandere!Harvey Dent x Housewife! Reader ɞ˚‧。⋆
⋆.𝄞 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓇'𝓈 & 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒟𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒟𝑒𝓁 𝑅𝑒𝓎𝄞˚.⋆
Love does not eliminate flaws it accepts them.
⋆◐⋆ Thinking about Yandere! Harvey Dent who's always been a dreamer. Whose thoughts are always a bit too diluted with fantasies and fiction, with a rêve just out of his reach.
⋆◐⋆ Courtrooms or suburbia. He harbors both between his teeth letting the nectar trickle down his throat, choking on a perfection he knows he'll never be.
⋆◐⋆ Maybe he'd always been a bit too orthodox, a bit too romantic. That's what happens when you're raised on Americanna fairy tales. On folktales of princes riding white fords and finding their princess having Malts at the local soda fountain. That's what happens when you overdose on sitcoms and kitchen commercials. They make you dream of soft hands and even softer lips...
⋆◐⋆ Yandere! Harvey Dent who, even now, even after his disfigurement, after his fall from grace. Still dreams of having a perfect life. A sweet little wife to come home to. Someone to trail kisses over his bullet wounds, to hold both sides of his face. Someone to love like the sun loves the moon, someone who'll love him back.
⋆◐⋆ He watches "I Dream of Jeannie" and "Bewitched" in surfeit, intoxicated by the soft pink and green hues of domestic bliss. Childhood habits die hard but they always resurface screaming. He's sprawled out on the couch as Harv nags him to change to "The Addams Family" or at the very least "The Munsters". But it's the same thing, right? Two sides of the same coin. What Harvey wants Harv wants. This perfect little life, with a perfect little wife.
⋆◐⋆ Morticia, Jeannie, Lily, Samantha. What the hell is the difference? Harv's eyes follow the trajectory of the silver celestial spinning atop their head. Does it even matter what side it lands on if they want the same thing? They're both dreaming of opening a pristine door. Of being greeted by the thick aromas of spice and rice. To hear the melodic click of heels on tiled floors. Maybe they've always been desperate for comfort, chasing a fantasy he can never quite grasp.
⋆◐⋆ Yandere! Harvey Dent whose dreaming of a girl he knows, a pretty little girl from his past. A starry-eyed law student doing her internship at the DA's office. Or maybe a spunky little lady he took on as a henchman, a broken-hearted girl who rains bullets like stars and follows every decree of his coin, like a sacred oath. It doesn't really matter. So long as you're you, his ethereal little princess awaiting your two-faced prince to find you.
⋆◐⋆ In his dreams, you wear heels that chime on the carpeted floor. How he doesn't really know. You hand him a cup of tea when he walks in and a kiss that tastes like honeydew.
⋆◐⋆ Harv agrees, so maybe just maybe that's enough to satisfy the fantasy. To know that, if he's crazy, it's not only his half going insane.
⋆◐⋆ You'd be his perfect bride, and he'd love you with all his tattered heart. Plus he just knows you'd look better in the 1950's Dior dress and channel-cropped cardigan. Harv laughs he's more interested in the heels, designer, long, pointed. Relishing in the thought of their tips digging painfully into the back of his thigh.
⋆◐⋆ 'She'd look better inside the apartment, scurrying to the door when she hears us come in.' Harvey closes his eyes, the thought tastes utterly divine, rattling around his fractured head. Being wanted, being needed. It would feel nothing short of heavenly.
⋆◐⋆ 'You'd like that college boy I know you would, pretty little princess wrapping her frail arms around our neck. Kissing your cheek, my cheek. Our hands trailing up her hips-"
⋆◐⋆ Harvey shakes his head trying to get rid of the fantasy. He can't let such thoughts linger long, or else he'd spill blood just to have you between his arms. Sweet, cute, and frivolous, awaiting him to return to you once more.
⋆◐⋆ Thinking of Yandere! Harvey Dent, whose coin lands on the scared side, but really deep down he knows it never mattered what side was destined to surface. He knew he was always meant to have you.
⋆◐⋆ Yandere! Harvey Dent who corners you when you're out alone one night. Who pushes stars between your lips tasting eden on your tongue, eager to choke on your sweetness. It's a proposal laced with desperation and obsession. A bloody candy gram screaming I love you.
⋆◐⋆ He's too high off of his delusions to notice how you struggle and squirm.
⋆◐⋆ He only fully registers the fear shimmering all so brightly in your big doe eyes, when the tears begin to fall. When he notices how desperately you try to pull your wrist from his grasp. It takes a moment to calm Harv down, to make him understand that you're reaction, while not ideal, is in fact normal.
⋆◐⋆ 'This is fine' he thinks, 'it just takes some getting used to'.
⋆◐⋆ Everything takes getting used to at first. Fingers trailing absentmindedly over the knuckles of his scarred hand.
⋆◐⋆ That night you cried yourself to sleep, as Harvey whispered saccharine little words into your ear. Kissing up and down your neck cooing and cuddling. As he drifted off into blissful sleep right next to your tortured form.
⋆◐⋆ Thinking of what happens when he's had his darling for a while. Does he coax her into the role of his perfect wife? Does she haphazardly stumble into it out of sheer boredom?
⋆◐⋆ Thinking of Yandere! Harvey Dent waking up cold and lonely. Fingers stretching to your side desperate to feel the softness of your flesh. Instead, he's met with the neatly made comforter and the painful absence of you. When he breaths -shakey ragged- there's vanilla under his breath, sugar wafting through the dichromatic apartment. His heart skips a beat, you really are the greatest.
'We should warn her to stay in bed until we wake up!'
'Then who the hell is going to make your breakfast moron? Huh? Didn't think that far ahead did-'
'Oh just shut up it's too early for your yapping.'
⋆◐⋆ "Harvey!" you chirp melodious lithe of your voice ringing ceremoniously to greet him. You're dolled up already in that purple dress he likes with the white heels Harv always picks. You run up to greet him and the click of your heels along his kitchen floor has him seeing stars. You leave lipstick prints on both his cheeks. Run your nails over his bare chest. You're so close, he can feel you're pretty heartbeat through your ribs.
⋆◐⋆ Thinking about making breakfast for Yandere! Harvey. Turning on the TV and talking to him all so sweetly, you've been meaning to try a new cake recipe and you're wondering what flavor he prefers cherry or coconut or both? And there's a new Zorro movie playing in theaters you're wondering if he can take you after work tomorrow? He watches eyes blown wide as you bite down on your hotcake, fork between your plump lips, as you tilt your head. "You don't like it do you," you ask and the brittle nature of your voice has his heart shattering. "I do" he assures, they both do. They're just so surprised you're acting this nice, this loving, this...
⋆◐⋆ Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you look at him. Have you done something wrong? Is he mad at you? "Are you having another dissociation episode?" you're quick to rush to his side. You sit on his lap and run your fingers through his hair. Kissing his soft and scarred lips. Holding his face firmly. "We're fine" Harv assures, voice polluted with trepidation. Unconvinced you break off tiny bits of his hotcake and gently tap the fork on his lip. You feed him so tenderly, basking in the way his pretty eyes never leave your face. As his fingers play with your dress, pinching playfully at your hips.
⋆◐⋆ Thinking about seeing Yandere! Harvey Dent off at the door. He's got a gang to run, a city to protect and destroy all in the same breath. You're sure one day you'll look out the window and see Gotham going up in flames only to be remade under your lover's careful hand. You wish him a good day, moaning softly as he kisses and bites your shoulder. Both hands entwining with your fingers. "Some day I'll take you with me, have you give the orders and watch as everyone jumps to obey."
⋆◐⋆ Thinking about Yandere! Harvey Dent in his office. He runs most of his operations from his two-toned building. He's closer to you this way. Keeping you locked up in the penthouse. Even when he's ordering his thugs around, planning the next heist or crisis or perfect crime he can't get you out of his head. He swears he can still hear the click of your heels from six stories up.
⋆◐⋆ Maybe it's cause he hasn't been happy in far too long, they both haven't. This eccentric euphoria bubbling inside their chest feels too foreign, painful even. Melconay replaced with something so warm and sweet. Something he never thought he would have.
⋆◐⋆ Thinking about surprising Yandere! Harvey Dent with lunch in his office. He's busy interrogating one of Falcone's thugs. Locations or gangwars you don't really care. You wince as Harv fires a bullet at the man's chest. Blood marring the walls and floor, you're careful to stirr clear. When the rage wears off he finally sees you, really sees you. Harvey is shocked and Two-Face is about to start yelling at you for leaving the apartment without permission. But you simply skip over the bloody body and hand him his lunch, kissing tenderly up his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. He's too starstruck to notice the dead man pulling out a gun. Precouopied with running his tongue along your teeth, and molding your bones to his touch. He never notices the dead thing writhing for life, for revenge...Until you've pulled out one of his shooters and shelled the man point blank. Beaming up at him with that eternally cheerful smile. Wrapping your arms around his neck once more, and inching closer to his lips...
⋆◐⋆ Thinking of Yandere! Harvey Dent waking up to the muffled sound of your sobs. And realizing it was all just a dream. You're curled up on the furthest end of the bed trying all so desperately to avoid him. He can faintly make out where you've thrown the new heels and the purple Dior dress he loved so much. Even after all this time you still haven't forgiven him for stealing you away. For locking you up and making you play into his little fantasies. Harvey rolls to his side trying to go back to bed, trying to tune out Harv's violent ramblings, trying to ignore the tear trickling down his cheek.
⋆◐⋆ He's happy, he's happy, he swears he's happy...
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Thank you guys so much for reader ~💋
#what was supposed to be a few quick HC#turned into this monstrosity#I'm thinking of writing another one but like:#w/ pre incident Harvey vs two-face harvey#yandere#harvey dent#harvey dent x reader#two face#two face x reader#harvey dent x you#harvey dent headcanons#yandere x reader#yancore#yandere x you#yandere aesthetic#yandere imagines#two face x you#yandere harvey dent#yandere harvey dent x reader#yandere two face#yandere two face x reader#yandere harvey dent x you#yandere two face x you#yandere dc#dc x reader#dc x you#dc headcanon#housewife#dc imagines#harvey dent imagines
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oh, to be on robin’s lap and being held by her with her wings wrapped around your body. I know it’d be so soft and warm! the way she’d hold you close to her body while planting little kisses on your face, whispering sweet nothings while smiling ever so softly to her loving girlfriend.
or if you’re cooking or washing the dishes or doing anything at all, she’d come up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist, gently pulling you into her loving embrace. her wings wrapping around you as well because she trusts you the most. you’re her girlfriend and she wants to let you know that you’re loved and cared for!
despite her tight schedule due to her rehearsals and tours, she’d never forget about you!! expect her to send you messages, updating you about how she’s going and asking how you’re doing. she’d even start a video chat because she misses her darling! she’d tell you how much she misses you, how much she misses your voice, your touch, your cuddles—and of course, your kisses! oh, how she misses your kisses </3 she wants so much to be home quick, to be in your arms once more and to bask in your scent. she thinks about you daily!
and, once she’s done with her tour, her mind immediately goes to you. she’d bring souvenirs just for you; may it be sweets, clothes, accessories—anything that reminds her of you, she’d buy it!
after a long day of travelling back to your home, she smiled the whole time. she may be the big spoon most of the time, but when she’s tired, she just wants to be held by you! that’s how much robin loves and trusts you <33
#hsr robin x fem reader#hsr robin x reader#robin x reader hsr#robin x reader#hsr robin#honkai star rail x reader#x fem reader#x reader#hsr robin fluff#hsr robin x you#honkai star rail imagines#robin my love <33#i’m so gay for her#I’m her housewife y’all
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Coming in with Dad!Bakugou because Erica is my new fixation.
Dad!Bakugou is a 10/10 girl dad. Is very attentive and took time off his work to assist you after birth and look after his baby.
He definitely felt a heart squeeze when you found out you two were having a girl and he walked out of that hospital, pulled you in for a hug and whispered to himself "I'm going to be a dad..." more to himself than to you.
Dad!Bakugou who thought he was having a heart attack when he saw that your daughter came out having your hair and his eyes>>
Dad!Bakugou whose throat tightened when he first whispered his daughter's name into her ear.
Dad!Bakugou whose heart swells and chest puffs out pridefully when people say "She looks like her mom but acts exactly like her dad."
Dad!Bakugou who loves playing with his daughter, especially blowing raspberries on her chubby cheeks, watching them go red as she giggled and laughed; then proceeding to nipping and biting her cheeks from the cute aggression.
Dad!Bakugou who lets you sleep in whenever he can, opting to do most of his paperwork part of the job from home so he could reach you or the baby quicker and whenever you need him.
Dad!Bakugou who I imagine has his baby on his hip, phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear as he has business calls, making breakfast for you.
Dad!Bakugou who's so enamoured with his baby girl and her laughs and smiles. He practically melts when he comes home to his daughter waddling at the highest speed her little stubby legs can get her to him.
Dad!Bakugou who happily watched his little girl be a responsible big sister when the two of you brought home an addition to your family; her younger brother.
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#i will happily be this man's housewife#dad bakugou is my favourite bakugou#dad bakugou
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im thinking about yanderes and baby trapping
cw;; baby trapping, dubcon, omegaverse
ares and nephite would be the most likely to baby trap you.
ftm ares would try to convince you he can't even get pregnant to begin with or its a safe time of the month its ok!! and then he'd just keep going until it took. once he has the pregnancy test he'll pout and look at you with his eyes all wet. he didn't want to get pregnant you have to believe him!! and now you'll take care of him right? you have to marry him it's your responsibility.
nephite wouldn't let you leave the bedroom until he was pregnant. he'd give you a little break in between if he absolutely has to but otherwise you have to stay in bed. it's your job as his alpha to get him pregnant. of course once he is pregnant it's not like you actually get to leave. if you don't marry him he's going to be treated horribly by the cult, he'll be thrown away or maybe even worse. so you have to marry him and protect him.
#yandere oc#yandere housewife#yandere x male reader#sub yandere#yandere x reader#top male reader#dom male reader#male reader#yandere cultist#i was talking about baby trapping with a friend earlier and the idea of ares doing it won't leave my head#its so ares core
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