#!!!!! i fucking love them and god this is INCREDIBLE

[bigfatbreak]

It's so cool to see a fellow Kanata Kara fan! It's criminal how little attention it has. I think that the Chimos are really neat, and the Gray Bird Tribe sisters have my heart. What are your favorite parts?

Ps, I also really love all of your mlb comics. Every time I read & reread them, I feel like I'm turning over a favorite rock to see a new awesome side of it.

as someone who's really into the Isekai genre, its legitimately the BEST ONE I'VE EVER READ. Noriko, our intrepid protagonist, literally not even speaking the language of the new world she's in is honestly my favorite part! She's so god damn cute!!

babygirl blind seer Geeta and her "all fumbles" dad Agol are ALSO so cute!!

Izark is also regrettably incredibly hot and we LOVE an overpowered but highly empathetic male protag who's got the social prowess of a deer released into an amusement park

the side characters are also SO charming and recognizable, and have their own distinct personalities to the point that later on, you'll see some familiar faces!

I love that the little psychic animals Chimo are introduced by an antagonist and we spend the story initially thinking they're a force of evil, before meeting some being properly cared for and its like oh no they're just gerbils who are psychic type ok

the gray birds fuck severely, all my homies love the gray birds, ESPECIALLY the twin girlies they FUCK SEVERELY AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN

I love that some of the antags turn into protags!! we fucking LOVE Barago. BAR A GOOOO BAR A GOOOO

listen man this is me pitching this series. its so good. i just love it so much. its simple, its clean cut, the characters are all unique, the premise is simple for what it is, and our protagonist doesn't have any superpowers other than wanting to try her very best at all times. its so god damn good

[silvermoon424]

I do think Sailor Pluto's role as the Guardian of the Door of Space-Time is lowkey funny in a fucked up way. Like she was assigned this incredibly important role as a toddler and told she can never leave.

Like Queen Serenity, you couldn't have found someone a little bit older? Okay lol.

And then during the second arc's climatic battle, her post is taken by Diana- an actual kitten. YES, I understand that it was an emergency and couldn't be justified in normal circumstances, but I think it's funny to imagine the various animals Pluto could have used as stand-ins for her job.

Also the Silver Millennium/Crystal Tokyo regime needs to give my girl something to do. How often are people realistically entering Pluto's domain? I bet she thinks "oh thank God" when someone actually shows up and she gets to fight them, lol. As part of her compensation I think Pluto should get a Switch and any games she wants. I bet she'd love Animal Crossing and Smash Bros.

[dulcescorderitas]

Hi! I was wondering if you would ever possibly write a part two to Juno (either with the very fun times trying to make a kid or with them having a kid) I just adore the way you write Clark and would love your take on either situation (especially Clark as a girl or boy dad!) thank you regardless and keep being incredible!

you’ve got your hands braced on either side of the headboard, breath coming fast, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you try—really try—to look sexy. but then clark’s face does this thing, this deep-in-thought furrow, and you lose it.

“why are you laughing?” he groans, already half-wrecked but now thoroughly distracted.

“because,” you gasp between snickers, “your sex face looks like you’re trying to calculate the square root of our mortgage.”

he throws his head back, barking out a laugh. “wow, okay. mood’s ruined. hope you’re happy.”

“deliriously.” you wiggle your fingers dramatically before sliding them down his stomach, teasing, trailing lower. “but let’s try again, professor deep-in-thought.”

he’s about to fire back, but then you move just right, and instead of a retort, a downright obscene moan tumbles out of him. your smugness is instant.

“ohhh, now we’re getting somewhere.”

“shut up,” he grumbles, face burning.

“make me.”

so he does. with his mouth, hot and insistent, trailing down your stomach as he spreads your thighs wide. with his hands, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he buries himself inside you, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing thrusts that knock the breath from your lungs. with his body, pressed flush against yours, sweat-slicked and trembling as he fucks you like he needs this more than air.

he groans into your neck, the sound guttural, desperate. "God, baby—so mhm—"

you claw at his back, dragging him deeper, chasing the pleasure that coils hot in your belly. "clark—faster—"

he listens. he always does. his rhythm turns frantic, each thrust leaving you gasping, your legs locking around his waist as he drives into you, relentless and perfect. he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow your moans, swallowing his own when you squeeze around him just right.

when he finally shudders, spilling deep inside you, you’re right there with him, nails digging into his shoulders as your whole body shakes.

later, sprawled in bed, catching your breath, you roll onto your stomach, eyes still hazy. "so, you think this is the one? the magic baby-making round?"

clark hums, running a hand over her back. “if not, we’ll just have to keep trying. and trying. and—”

“okay, we get it, you’re suffering.”

“deeply,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck, his arms tight around your waist. “but, you know, if suffering means holding you and making love to you like this every night, I think I can live with it.”

and to answer your question:

clark is 100% a girl dad. he’s got princess bandaids in his wallet, a collection of tiny hair ties in his pockets, and can paint little nails with surprising skill. he’s memorized every disney princess song and will belt out "let it go" with zero shame if it means making his baby girl smile. he’s the kind of dad who lets her pick out his tie in the morning, even if it’s bright pink and covered in sparkles.

he absolutely lets his daughter do his hair and has gone to work with glitter in it more than once. the first time, his colleagues gave him weird looks, but now they just expect it. he’s a walking canvas for tiny, chubby hands, and he’ll sit still for hours while she "styles" him with clips, bows, and whatever else she finds in her little hair kit. once, she even convinced him to wear pigtails to the grocery store.

he cries the first time she calls him “daddy,” but pretends it’s just allergies. in reality, he gets teary-eyed at a lot of milestones—her first steps, her first day of school, the first time she tells him she loves him. he’s hopelessly wrapped around her little finger, and juno teases him mercilessly for it, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[cybermcdel]

— 𝔖𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗦, rafe cameron . . . ⋆ ࿔｡  

⌗ pairing: ❪ f1 racer!rafe cameron x fem!reader ❫

⌗ summary: ❪ when a girl is getting to close rafe, reader has to reminded a b*tch what’s up…❫

⌗ tags: ❪ jealous y/n, cursing etc! ❫

⌗ a/n: ❪ I love smacking a b*tch from monday to sunday !! ❫

— ( 💿 ) 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 —

❝ Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

And it's motherfuckin' scary

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

Let a hoe know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing.❞

The Monaco Grand Prix was in full swing—champagne bottles popping, cameras flashing, and the air thick with the scent of burning rubber and expensive cologne. Rafe had just taken another easy win, cementing his place as the top driver in F1, and now, the paddock was buzzing with post-race energy.

And you? You were that girl.

Dressed in the skimpiest, cutest little outfit that had everyone doing double takes—tiny designer skirt barely covering what it needed to, a cropped top that showed off your curves just right, and heels that had you strutting like you owned the place. Which, let’s be real, you did.

Your man had just won, and you looked like a damn trophy waiting for him at the finish line.

But apparently, someone didn’t get the memo.

A perky little grid girl—one of those too-friendly, too-touchy types—was practically draped over Rafe, giggling at nothing and laying her hand on his arm like she had any right.

“Oh my god, Rafe,” she cooed, twirling her hair, “you were incredible out there! Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone handle a car like that.”

Your brows shot up.

The fuck?

Rafe, being Rafe, barely acknowledged her. His blue eyes were locked on you, sharp and heated as he took in your outfit, his focus entirely elsewhere. But Miss Grid Girl? She was still running her mouth.

And you? You don’t play about your man.

You strutted over, sliding right between them without a second thought, pressing yourself into Rafe’s chest with a sweet smile. “Hi, baby.”

Rafe’s arms were immediately around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hey, princess,” he murmured, his hands already slipping lower.

You flicked your gaze to her, tilting your head. “You need something?”

Her smile faltered. “Oh! I was just saying how amazing Rafe’s driving was today—”

“Right.” You cut her off, smiling syrup-sweet. “Well, trust me, babe, I know how good he is at handling things.” You let your fingers trace over his chest. “On and off the track.”

Rafe huffed a low laugh against your ear, fingers tightening on your waist. “Careful, baby,” he murmured. “You start something, I’m finishing it.”

The girl flushed, stammering, “I— I was just being nice—”

“Mhm,” you deadpanned, giving her a once-over before smiling again. “Well, ‘nice’ looks a little different when you’re touching my man. But don’t worry, I’ll let it slide. “Just this once.”

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to Rafe for help—but he wasn’t even looking at her. His entire focus was on you, his grip firm, his smirk knowing.

You leaned up, brushing a slow kiss over his jaw before whispering, “Let’s go, champ. I got something better for you than a trophy.”

Rafe groaned, low and deep, already moving. “Fuck, baby—”

And just like that, the grid girl? Completely forgotten.

[f4ggydog]

LOVE lottie breeding kink but what about reader having a breeding kink and wanting to be bred by lottie so bad and lottie indulging them...

nsfw!!! Lots of breeding going on and talks of it

"baby you have no idea how long I've been thinking about this," you plead. "it wouldn't be a problem, baby. I promise, I'd be so good for you."

"you don't even have to beg," lottie chuckles. "if that's something you wanna do, you know I can't deny you baby."

thank god she wasn't difficult to please. it's been a reoccurring fantasy you've been happening. and if lottie couldn't do it, you wouldn't know where you could find fulfillment. luckily, lottie was always open to trying new things in the bedroom.

lottie wastes no time with peeling off both of your clothes. there was nothing sexy about it. it was an urgent action, a quick motion to satisfy your longtime craving as soon as possible. if you wanted a baby so badly, lottie would supply you with one, pumping you full of cum day and night until your stomach swelled in size.

lottie positions herself on top of you, planting kisses all over your face. if she's going to breed you, she's going to do so with a tender sort of passion. because she's doing this for you. sure, she'll get pleasure from having her cock swallowed by a hot cunt. but this is mainly about you and accomplishing your own fantasy you've dreamed of. your enthusiasm and enjoyment is her main goal right now.

the red tip of her cock squeezes out precum, sticky white smothering your pussy lips. she's ready to slip inside, but lottie squeezes your hand as a way of asking if you're also ready. you nod. you've never been more ready for anything in your life.

lottie enters your cunt without a problem. your legs shiver when she penetrates you, but you have no issue adjusting quickly to her throbbing length. you relax into the bed, the back of your head nuzzled against the pillow as lottie thrusts. lottie secures her hands around your thighs, holding you in place so that she can't accidentally slip out of you.

"doing so good already," lottie compliments. "my god, you take me well. you always do baby."

"so hard for me lottie," you moan. "fuck, you feel so good. need this so badly, baby. you have no idea, f-fuck."

"I know how bad you need this," lottie groans deeply. "fuck, your pussy always feels amazing. fuck baby."

lottie wants to last long for you. but she's not sure if her stamina can keep up. it's a shame that she can't plow your cunt for at least a good half an hour. but lottie knew she was setting unrealistic expectations for herself, especially when you felt this incredible.

lottie tilts her head back slightly, gnawing on her bottom lip. you buck into her cock, hoping she'll stop suppressing some of her moans. both of you should be expressing your ecstasy. as much as lottie wanted to make this whole session about you, you wanted to see gratification painted on lottie's face too.

when lottie cums, it's like she's riding an extreme tidal wave. she shouts out your name, cum pouring into your pussy in long ropes. she leans her head against your shoulder, whining and panting into it as more cum pumps deep into your womb. lottie's hands tangle in your hair with desperation and her own hips jerk.

now here's to hoping that something actually came out of this breeding session.

[slytherin-kid-blr]

There’s one line in this fucking show that obliterated my soul. It’s lestat talking to Louis

“Know only this, mon cher. you are the only being I trust, and whom I love above and beyond myself.

All my love belongs to you.

You are its keeper.”

If someone talked to me in the sweet sense that lestat talks to Louis, DEAR GOD. On my knees *immediately*. Dead. Buried. Gone.

Side note, yes I’m aware they seem toxic but at the same time with the difference between Louis and lestat and Louis and Armand is incredible and the show portrays it’s so well to the people who look for the detail.

Part of Louis’ main issue is that he’s passive. He won’t allow him self to be HIMSELF. He won’t allow himself to feel angry without the never ending guilt after.

It’s shown multiple times throughout the first and second season.

When Louis is with Armand, Armand take control to “calm him down” and protect him from himself” down right to the point of lying and altering his memories about Armand *betraying him*. So at that point Louis is a calm man but at what cost..?

But the thing is with lestat and Louis. When Louis was angry, lestat didn’t try to calm him down. He would let Louis feel his anger even to his own expense. Up and to the point of Lestats own demise. But when it got down to it lestat sacrificed things and so did Louis. Louis ***SWAM THE FUCKING MISSISSIPPI TO GET TO LESTAT AFTER LESTAT APOLOGIZED VIA A RECORD***. Not to mention the literal trial where they lost Claudia (their daughter), lestat did everything he could to stop them from offing Louis and even then LET HIS COMPANION GO WITH ARMAND IF IT MEANT LOUIS WAS HAPPY.

Anyways. In summary armand is a little bitch, lestat could step on me and I’d say thank you.

Thank you for attending my ted talk.

Also I know I focused on Louis anger a lot but that’s the prime example I can give

I also realize I have issues but look, I love these two men like they’re my gay dads. Leave me be.

[themultifanshipper]

Like what you like

Warnings: smut, FTM!Oscar, oral sex, fingering, feminization, love confessions, quite fluffy tbh

EOC Masterlist

The day Oscar told you about it, was the weirdest day of your life. 

Not just because of that, but because only a few minutes before that, you and Oscar had just admitted that you were in love with each other. 

Oscar was nervous to tell you that he loved you because he didn't know how you would react to… well, his secret. 

You were kissing, high on the adrenaline of just having confessed to each other, when Oscar pushed you off him gently. 

“I have something I need to tell you” he panted, brows furrowed in worry over his next bit of news. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that” you'd tried to reassure him with a smile, but nothing could have prepared you for the next few minutes of conversation. 

“I uhh…” he was avoiding your eyes, laying under you while you straddled his thighs and stroked his waist soothingly. 

“So... I'm trans.”  

You were a bit confused. 

“Trans... as in…" your eyes were narrowed as you put together in your head "trans… man?” 

He giggled breathlessly at that.  

“I'm taking that as a compliment. Yes, trans man.” 

You just stared at him in awe. 

“So you used to be…” 

“Biologically a woman, yes” he finally allowed his eyes to meet yours.  

Your gears were turning in your head. 

“Are we about to fuck?” you asked, and Oscar leaned up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. 

“I sure hope so” he smiled trailing kisses down your neck. 

“Good” you sighed contentedly “then I don't feel rude if I ask… what's the uhh… situation down there?” 

You felt Oscar's lips curl into a smirk against your skin. 

“Why don't you undress me and find out?” he purred, dragging his lips across your collarbone. 

“Jesus, okay” 

You pushed him back down quickly and shuffled backwards until you had room to get his shorts off. 

You dragged them down and gasped loudly at the sight. 

“Oh my- Oh my god, Oscar.”  

“What, they're comfortable!” he whined, covering his face in embarrassment. 

He was wearing a pair of beautifully intricate lace panties.  

And Oscar had only just remembered what coulour they were. 

Pastel pink. With a little bow. 

“Oscar are you planning on killing me? Did you-“ 

You froze with the realisation that he must have chosen to put these on knowing you would see them, given that today was the day he'd planned to tell you he loved you. 

“Oscar, did you put these on for me?” your mouth was incredibly dry as you stared at the little patterns in the lace, noting the noticeable lack of a bulge. 

Oscar had his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment.  

“Yes” he whispered “Sometimes I… I like feeling feminine, I thought you would like them” 

“Oh baby, I love them” you cooed. “So fucking pretty in pink for me…” 

Oscar's breath hitched and you leaned down to trail kisses over the fabric, which was getting wetter by the minute. 

You spread his legs and hooked them over your shoulders, making him whimper. 

“Are you embarrassed Oscar? Being all exposed like this?”  

He nodded, eyes still glued shut. 

“Look at me” you ordered.  

He did, and his pupils were blown wide as he exhaled shakily at the feeling of your teasing fingers running along the crease of his thigh. 

“Are you embarrassed because you are a grown ass man that decided to wear women's underwear to seduce me?” 

He nodded, thighs twitching under your light touches. 

“You're so sensitive. Like a girl” 

Oscar huffed. “I'm not a girl” 

You chuckled and licked a fat stripe over the damp material. 

“You sure about that? You sure taste like a girl” 

Oscar’s thighs were already trembling, and you'd barely touched him. 

Looks like your words were hitting him right in the sweet spot. 

“Shall I take these off and see what's underneath?” 

He nodded with a tiny whimper. 

“Please…” 

His pussy was just as pretty as the rest of him. 

Which you apparently said out loud because he scoffed and tried to close his thighs. 

You quickly spread them and placed yourself between them, eye level with where he was almost dripping. 

Apparently, one of Oscar's favourite things ever was being eaten out, if the loud noises coming out of him were any indication. 

“Oh no, baby don't hide from me” you leaned down to place a teasing kiss right on his sensitive clit. “You're so beautiful...” 

You ran your tongue through his folds, tasting his sweet juices while he writhed, hips bucking every time you made contact with his clit.

He was already close by the time you managed to slide two fingers inside his slick hole. 

Apparently, Oscar's second favourite thing ever was eating out. 

It only took a few more seconds of teasing licks over his clit before he was coming, moaning under you while you fucked him through it with your fingers. 

Because within seconds he had flipped you over and was fucking you with his tongue until he’d repaid the favour. 

Twice. 

The kiss he gave you after was filthy, both of your tastes intoxicating as they mixed. 

“I am so glad I never have to give another blowjob for the rest of my life… that shit is hard” 

Oscar laughed, wrapping his arms around you to bring you closer. 

“Are you sure about that?” he smirked. 

“I… why? Are you planning on getting bottom surgery?”  

“Well… no” he nosed up the side of your neck teasingly.

“But I do have a strap” 

“Oh Mary mother of Christ…” 

[heechwe]

butterfly | 𝐜𝐬𝐛

୨୧ pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: established relationship au, unprotected sex, praise kink || ୨୧ synopsis: "Is that a tattoo?" requested by anon

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

He notices it after he slips inside of you. Soobin focused too much on taking off your clothes to notice what now rested on your hip. Now, not bothering to stop thrusting in and out, he can make sense of the ink, the shades of cerulean melding into midnight black.

"Is that a tattoo?" Soobin asks, breathless as he pries his fingers from the skin that's covering the rest of the new dark sketch on your skin.

You smirk and turn your head to look back at him. "Why? You like it?" You wiggle yourself back into him, and he moans as you continue fucking him because of his lapse in thought. "I got it just for you."

Six months ago, he joked once and only once how you were his butterfly: carefree, wild-spirited, but all-around beautiful. Apparently, it stuck in your mind hard enough for you to take his words to heart and imprint them on yourself permanently.

"God, I love you," he says, pistoning his hips harder so you cry out from his sudden intensity. He covers the entire tattoo with his palm again, using his leverage on your hips to press harder and deeper inside of you. "You're fucking incredible, you know that?"

You giggle with a breathless edge. "So I've been told."

Soobin pulls you closer so your back is flush with his chest. He grows even more eager to make you come, wrapping the hand not covering your tattoo around your body to press the pad of his thumb to your clit. "You're mine forever, butterfly.”

"Always," you whisper before you press your tongue inside of his mouth, moaning at the way his fingers glide through your wetness and he fucks you dumb on his cock at the same time.

Soobin definitely has to think of a way to prove his own devotion tenfold now that you’ve marked yourself for him. But, at the very least, he'll start with fucking your brains out.

@gyubakeries @loserlvrss @lovetaroandtaemin @xomakara @yvnempire @bbangbies

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

@kstrucknet @k-films @kvanity-main @lapydiaries @moadiarynet @onedoornet @violetanet @whipped-kpop-creators

[bilbob963]

Hi everyone, I’m back after a depressing month or so of having a blank mind. seriously all the motivation and creativity just disappeared over Night again so I do apologise for not posting, anywho…

The patience has Been rubbing off because this took me a week and god I love my knew styler, I’m actually proud of myself for putting the time in…

Sooo…I’m a funnybunny addict. Love there relationship and how it really is. The love hate type, so different but yet the same but I also have an unhealthy steamy vision of them in anime/ manga version. Were he’s a man full of lust with the incredible looks and a smile that is so bad boy but yet not trusting and she is a small petite lady with a body to die and is absolutely beautiful but cute and her heart is pure. He’s so protective and possessive and can be very jealous but loving and she can be sweet and caring yet she has a small fuse that makes her all the more cuter n so on n on ya get it. Not going into detail but god they’re my therapy duo. Yeah, I’m a weirdo, I have several love duos on my list them being one of… god I’m said…I need friends 😂😒

Anywho, this one’s for Valentine’s Day, tried to keep it appropriate and not too much TMI! And not as cringy ish…but I hope you like.

If not just please scroll by, people can knock others confidence down with so many words that people question things they shouldn’t have to. Just be you and fuck what others think✌️

[aurorawritestoescape]

I’ve read this story three times already today and I’ve been thinking about it again and again because HELLO??!! How comforting, sweet, hot and beautiful it is?! I’m in love with it, Toxy! It’s better than anything I could wish for!! Thank you thank you thank you🥹😭😍❤️❤️❤️

I have a lot to say so I’m sorry in advance! I screamed and moaned so many times while reading the story!!❤️‍🔥

Let me be nostalgic and sappy but I teared up when MM ‘met’ her at the brothel first. He was the one who brought me to you and his fics were the first of yours I’ve read and yeah, he’s scary but awww I felt at home right away, seeing him there🥹❤️

Baby Vam is the sweetest, the kindest, the most caring man.

"Sorry, I'm Vahh..." his voice trails off as he realizes how strange this situation must be for you already, without knowing his condition. "Vam. You can call me Vam," he decides.

His condition🥹 the way he thinks about her feelings immediately is so sweet❤️

He passes the front of the mansion and no one notices, they're all watching tv together. Something exciting. A couple of them are bickering. Others are glued to the screen. For a moment, vamp wonders if he's missing a watch party, but he's far more intrigued by you.

I love this little mention of the other joelkemons, it made me so happy! Damn, I’d wanna join that watch party too ahah

PS later I realised that reader (me) was so close to Lincoln Joel there and it made me tense lol that man still gives me major creeps😅

He's handsome, too. You're in a daze, but god, he's good looking, and he's got this vibe, you can tell that much. He has a joint behind his ear and his eyes are slightly glassy. The place smells of weed with a hint of patchouli and shaving cream.

MY MANNNNN Im never gonna be normal about him jfc 😭😵‍💫🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️ I LOVE that reader is immediately attracted to him!!

You feel strangely at ease in the basement. It feels familiar, like a place you've been in your dreams or fantasies, but hadn't fully visualized. At the same time, it feels foreign, like it's a familiar place in a strange location. A little darker, maybe. A little off. But still, the strong sense that you belong somehow.

HELL YEAH!! That’s my happy place forever and ever!!! I DO belong there!! I love this passage so much!!🥹😍😍😍

He calls over to the bathroom, "Hey nightwalks? Draw her a bath while you're in there."

"Do what to the bath?" night walks laughs at the old fashioned term.

"Run a bath, man. C'mon."

I’m just in LOVE with their dynamic and their bromance alone is so comforting and sweet!! NWs jokes at Vamp here and there but it’s never ever mocking or ill spirited, it made me giggle so much! Love it!!

The water starts, and night walks emerges holding a silk, leopard print robe. He lets it hang over his muscular shoulder as he kneels to take your shoes and socks off.

HELL YEAH🐆🐆🐆🐆 also NWs kneeling to take her shoes off AAHHHHHHHHHHH

He begins to take your clothes off, slow and intimate as if he doesn't know how to do it any other way. His warm hands glide over your hips and up your sides as he lifts your thin, wet shirt.

Of course he doesn’t!!! This man is the sexiest person ever plssss🫠🫠🫠🫠

He rubs you from the front and you moan. "Yeah, that's right, sugar." He closes his eyes and tilts his head slightly upward as he touches you, letting himself get absorbed entirely by the feeling of you in his hands.

The smut, Toxy, DAMNNN he’s just too hot😵‍💫😵‍💫🥵🥵🥵 his dirty talk ofc is incredible!! His praise is everything!! I felt so special and hot reading it omg🫠🥰🥰🥰

He rubs you from the front and you moan. "Yeah, that's right, sugar." He closes his eyes and tilts his head slightly upward as he touches you, letting himself get absorbed entirely by the feeling of you in his hands.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH

He shudders and groans, then his hard-on throbs against you and a warm, wet spot spreads through his PJ pants.

FUCK MEEEEEEE🤤🫠😵‍💫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

"Just happened, man," night walks says, then squints. "She familiar to you?"

"Uh, YEAH," vamp agrees. "Smells familiar."

Night walks sucks his slick fingers and says, "Tastes familiar."

Asdfghjkl I can’t with these two😭😍🥵

"Room for three?" night walks asks on behalf of his buddy.

NWs is so so amazing for caring for his buddy like that🥹😭 and later when he puts her hand on Vamp’s cock?! First of all, HOT!! Second, so sweet🥹 I love their friendship😍😍😍

"I think you'll be 'roused," night walks chuckles. "But sure, buddy."

He’s so funny😆 everyone is roused when NWs fucks for sure😌😁

Being sandwiched between them in the bath, falling asleep in their bed, it’s just so dreamy ahhh😍🫠 I’m gonna be there with them whenever I need comfort and thank you, Toxy, for this incredible story and for giving these amazing feelings to me! I’m so happy that writing it was comforting for you too!! They’re the best and I love them but I love you more🫂❤️😘💞💞💞

Heyyyy❤️ I’m here for the sleepover and I hope I’m not late😅 I don’t know what I’m asking for, anything honestly, but I’ve been thinking a lot about my man Nightwalks and his friendship with baby Vamp. I love their bromance so much and I’m definitely not opposed to be in that sandwich. So what if my car breaks down and it’s raining and I happen to walk to the brothel to ask for help and Nws and Vamp take me to their room to warm me up and Vamp is sweet and a little shy and Nws is 🥵🫠😵‍💫 asdfghjkl ya know, does his thing (this scenario brought me comfort when I was sick the last time🥹) I’m not even asking for smut. Just anything about these two will make me happy❤️😍

Love y’all and love you, Toxy💖💖💖

men of the night

After blowing out your tire, you pull into a sprawling, wooded estate. It's a foggy evening, and you get quite a scare. But your luck turns around when a mysterious man carries you to safety.

STARRING: vampire!Joel x f!reader x night walks!joel

LENGTH: 3.6k words

CONTENT: 18+ comfort, smut, minor injury, blood

NOTES: Love you, kate! I'm so happy these two bring you comfort. Ty ALL for your patience and support. Hope y'all enjoy this one. I do. 🩷

Your phone has been dead for a while by the time your tire pops. As your car hobbles along, you have no choice but to turn into the first driveway you see. Two big, steel gates are sitting open enough for you to pull in. Just after dusk, a dense fog has settled over the area. 

What is this place? 

You drive slowly, looking for signs of life. Someone you can ask for help, or at least to use their phone.

The road is winding. There are woods, lots of woods. When the tread falls off your tire completely, you’re still in a remote part of the complex, but you have no choice but to pull over. 

It starts raining. 

-

You get out your tire-changing supplies and you’re taking the spare tire out of your trunk when an imposing figure appears in your peripheral vision. You stare at the tire and freeze. Your heart races.  You’d know that figure anywhere. That stance. But it must be your imagination. Michael Myers isn’t stalking around some remote old estate waiting for a victim to blow out their tire. It’s probably the property owner. . . or groundskeeper. Huge groundskeeper. By the time you find the courage to look in the hulking figure’s direction, he’s gone. You exhale in relief, but then–are you hearing things, or are there footsteps receding into the forest? 

You need a minute. Deep breaths. 

Several deep breaths. Eyes closed. 

Then, back to the task at hand. 

You start using the tire jack and a sharp corner slices a hot line across the heel of your palm. “Shit,” you whisper.

You’re staring at your hand when a gentle voice some distance behind you calls, “Hey, You okay?” You jump and gasp, and he says, “Didn’t mean to scare ya, sorry.” 

You look over to see the silhouette of a man in a cape approaching. As his form pushes through the fog, you can see it’s not a cape, it’s a cardigan. He has the face of a kind professor. “Lost?” he asks, and his nose twitches. You stand up to face him, and his eyes fall on your bleeding hand. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters then yanks his eyes back to your face. He swallows and takes a handkerchief out of his cardigan then steps forward and hands it to you. “Here,” he whispers, then backs up and turns away to offer you a private moment, putting his hands back in his pockets. 

You thank him.

His adam’s apple bobs with a swallow, then he inhales through his nose and tilts his head up to the sky and mutters “Jesus.” He takes a deep breath through his mouth and composes himself, then forces a chuckle as he looks at you again. “All good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you confirm. 

“Sorry, I’m Vahh....” his voice trails off as he realizes how strange this situation must be for you already, without knowing his condition. “Vam. You can call me Vam,” he decides. 

"Vam," you repeat, then share your name in return.

Your face is overcome with horror, but not at him. You're looking just over his shoulder, toward the woods. He turns to see what you’re looking at–who you’re looking at–Michael Myers, towering in a faded navy jumpsuit, mask and all. 

“Mike,” Vamp acknowledges the enormous slasher, then turns back to you to explain, “He prob’ly just wants to help.” 

You swallow and your eyes gaze over. You’re still staring over Vamp’s shoulder when Michael lifts up a big wrench. Your eyelashes flutter and your knees buckle under you.

“Oh, sweetheart-” Vamp lunges forward and catches you in his arms as you lose consciousness. “Oh boy,” he mutters to himself. 

Michael is still standing there. 

Vamp tells him, “Yeah–I’ll uh–you take care’a that, I’ll take care’a her.” 

Michael gives a single slow nod, then goes to the stripped tire, tools in tow. Vamp holds you securely with one muscular arm, then the other, as he takes his cardigan off and wraps it around you. “There ya go,” he whispers to you in your sleep, then scoops you up. “I’ve got ya, sweetheart.”

It's not a short walk, and vamp does his best to ignore the beautiful scent wafting from your hand. He passes the front of the mansion and no one notices, they're all watching tv together. Something exciting. A couple of them are bickering. Others are glued to the screen. For a moment, vamp wonders if he's missing a watch party, but he's far more intrigued by you.

As the road winds around back and vamp nears the joel mansion’s basement, you wake up in his arms. 

He feels your body tense as you lift your head up and ask, “Where am I?” 

“My buddy's place, he’s a real good guy, we’ll get ya dry, and warm, get ya back to your car….” 

He seems to carry you effortlessly. You can hardly take your eyes away from his face. He’s handsome and familiar. His eyes nearly glow. Is he real? Is any of this? You wrap your hands around his neck to get a better look. He presses his lips together and gives you a shy look, holding you, a stranger, in a bridal carry with his handkerchief wrapped around your sliced hand and his cardigan wrapped around your body. Your hair has gotten misty in the fog and drizzle, and so has his.  

“Who are you?” you ask. 

He exhales through pursed lips before answering, "I'm Vam, remember?” 

Your eyelashes flutter heavily again. 

“Hey, you’re okay, sweetheart” he reassures you. “You’re okay.” 

In lieu of knocking at the basement door, Joel taps it with his boot a few times. “N-dub,” he whispers, not wanting to disturb you. 

As the door opens, a man is saying, “No more edibles, man. You gotta…” but his voice trails off when he sees you in Vamp’s arms, wrapped up in the cardigan. He’s speechless. He steps out of the way. 

He’s handsome, too. You’re in a daze, but god, he's good looking, and he's got this vibe, you can tell that much. He has a joint behind his ear and his eyes are slightly glassy. The place smells of weed with a hint of patchouli and shaving cream. 

“Shit, man. Where’d you take her from?” the basement owner asks. 

“SHH!” Vamp responds. “I didn’t take her. She was stranded in the rain.”

“She okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer for yourself. 

“Michael scared her,” Vamp explains. 

“Well shit, guess we’ve all been there,” the man with the vibe says and closes the door behind you. 

You feel strangely at ease in the basement. It feels familiar, like a place you’ve been in your dreams or fantasies, but hadn’t fully visualized. At the same time, it feels foreign, like it’s a familiar place in a strange location. A little darker, maybe. A little off.  But still, the strong sense that you belong somehow.

 

Vamp sets you down in an easy chair and they both stand there looking at you, then each other.

The pothead steps forward and squats next to the chair to have a better look. He gently nudges your chin to look toward him, and keeps his hand there. His eyes soften and he bites half his bottom lip as he admires your features, then says,  “Well, god damn. . .” Then, as his hand leaves your face, his forearm brushes the cardigan and he feels the light misting of rain on it. “Let’s get you dry,” he offers, and nudges the cardigan open.

Hunger overtakes his face as he catches a glimpse of your body in your rain-soaked clothes. He doesn’t bother averting his eyes from your tits until you accidentally cough. 

Vamp reacts, “we gotta hurry, she's getting sick,” and goes to check the closet. “Where are all your clothes?” he asks his best friend. 

“Laundry day,” the basement dweller answers. “Shit.” 

You ask, “You got a robe or something?”

“Uh, yeah,” he retreats to his bathroom. 

Vamp takes the opportunity to discreetly tell you, “Hey, I think he’s kinda into you. So if he makes you uncomfortable at all…”

“I can handle it,” you smile, and you get butterflies at the thought. “What’d you call him? Indub?” you ask. 

Vamp chuckles. “That's just his initials. It's Night walks,” vamp answers. 

“First name ‘knight’?”

“No you say it like one word, nightwalks.”

“Nightwalks and Vam, huh?”

Vamp nods, then asks, “You want a bath to warm up?” 

“Uhhh… I am kinda chilly, yeah” 

He calls over to the bathroom, “Hey nightwalks? Draw her a bath while you’re in there.” 

“Do what to the bath?” night walks laughs at the old fashioned term.

“Run a bath, man. C’mon.” 

The water starts, and night walks emerges holding a silk, leopard print robe. He lets it hang over his muscular shoulder as he kneels to take your shoes and socks off. 

Vamp leaves to attend to the bath. 

You giggle and flinch as your second sock is pulled off. 

“Ticklish?” Night walks smiles, eyebrows up.

You shrug demurely. 

He prowls up the lazy chair hovering over you, then kinda hugs you, hooking one strong arm under your back. “Let’s get you outta this,” he murmurs. 

You stand, and he helps for balance to make sure you’re not too dizzy. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper, and he lets you stand on your own two feet.

He nudges the cardigan off your shoulders and it falls behind you.  His eyes scan your body then meet your eyes again. You rub your lips together trying not to flirt with him, but there’s a cheeky sparkle behind your eyes. There’s something darker but equally charming behind his. 

And there’s a calming energy that seems to waft from him to you. Comfort and desire is thick in the air. 

He begins to take your clothes off, slow and intimate as if he doesn’t know how to do it any other way. His warm hands glide over your hips and up your sides as he lifts your thin, wet shirt.

He lets you keep on the undershirt for now. Not that it makes much of a difference. 

He stares at your tits, nipples blazing through the damp, thin undershirt. No bra.

“Freeballin’,” he nods in approval. “My kinda’ girl.” 

You can’t help but giggle at that. 

He adjusts himself, making your loins buzz, then he kneels to unbutton your jeans.  As he takes down the zipper, your face heats up as you remember the panties you’re wearing - they’re printed with a she-devil whose tail points down to your cunt. 

“Oohh,” He coos nearly under his breath, “We got a bad girl here.”  

You cringe at yourself and mutter, “oh, god,” 

He looks up and doesn’t laugh. “My kinda girl,” he repeats, locking eyes with yours. 

As he takes your pants down, his hands glide down and around your hips and linger on your ass for a squeeze. “God damn,” he whispers. 

Once your pants are off, for the first time, he notices the bloody handkerchief in your hand. It had been tighter in the clutches of your fist before.  

“Oh, shit,” he comments. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little cut,” you answer and glance at it to check. “It's fine, it stopped bleeding.”

He takes the handkerchief from you and discards it on the chair. He inspects your palm. “I dunno if I got any first aid shit,” he mutters to himself. 

“It’s fine, really,” you reassure him. He holds your hand, inspecting your palm, then looks at your face again. His eyes fall on your mouth and he seems to forget what he was thinking about. He wets his lips. “God damn, you’re hot,” he murmurs. 

“Thanks,” you whisper, thinking the same about him. 

He laces his fingers with yours as he steps even closer, then he brings his hands to your waist. 

Your head tilts upward, watching him look back and forth between your eyes. 

He leans in and your lips meet. 

There’s a spark, more of a spark than you’ve ever felt, and he must feel it, too. He slips his tongue into your mouth as his hand meanders and grabs your ass. “Mm,” he hums into your mouth. You put your arms around his neck and he pulls you against him. A warm bulge throbs against you, making you moan into his mouth. 

He breaks the kiss to murmur, “There’s my bad girl,” then he kisses you again and crosses his hands behind your back to take off your undershirt. 

He takes a long, deep breath as he looks at your tits, then urgently pulls you up against him again, one hand cradling your head as he feeds you his tongue

He grinds against you as you kiss, and your fingers lift the back of his shirt. He takes it off, breathing heavily, then says, “c’mere, baby.” His lips attack your neck as his thumbs hook into your panties and pull them down below your ass cheeks. He gives you a little spank then groans into your neck. 

Fuck, he's hot.  

His palm slides down your crack and between your legs until his middle finger can feel your dripping hole. “Hell yeah,” he breathes against your neck as he reaches further. Then he breaks away from your neck and wedges his other hand in between the two of you to finger you from the front. The hand in the back palms a cheek, fingers spanning quite a distance on your skin. 

He rubs you from the front and you moan. “Yeah, that's right, sugar.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head slightly upward as he touches you, letting himself get absorbed entirely by the feeling of you in his hands.

You're hypnotized by the veins on his neck and the rhythm of his fingers through your slick. 

The way he touches you, it’s like he knows exactly what you like. And his hands, they feel so…

“Oh, daddy,” the word slips from your lips and he replies, “Mmm,” and looks down to observe your face of pleasure. He grinds himself against your hip as he fingers you just the way you like. Like he'd done it dozens of times before - to you. 

“Yeah, cum for daddy,” he breathes then nudges your forehead with his nose, prompting you to lift your chin for his lips to take yours again. 

He moans into your mouth, the shape of his cock stiff against your hip through his PJs, his hand between your legs, and one on your ass.

As his fingers push you over the edge, you break away to moan, then stifle it in his bare shoulder, gently biting. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, “fuck yeah.” 

You cum in the palm of his hand, and he moans. 

“Attagirl,” he breathes, “fuck.” 

He shudders and groans, then his hard-on throbs against you and a warm, wet spot spreads through his PJ pants. 

“Damn,” he mutters. 

A short sigh comes from behind you. 

“Hey “ Night walks greets vamp matter of factly as he catches his breath. He looks vamp up and down and vamp casually covers his crotch, prompting a smirk from night walks.  

Vamp clears his throat, “Bath’s ready.” 

“Thanks,” night walks says. “Now I need one too,” he chuckles, then turns his attention back to you. “You’re real damn hot, you know that?”

He kisses you gently on the mouth then says, “finish this later,” with a wink. He pulls your soaked panties from your thighs down to your feet and helps you into the silk robe. 

-

You make your way into the bathroom and Vamp lingers in the living room with night walks. Never judging, he’s simply raising his eyebrows in a question - how did that happen? 

“Just happened, man,” night walks says, then squints. “She familiar to you?” 

“Uh, YEAH,” vamp agrees. “Smells familiar.” 

Night walks sucks his slick fingers and says, "Tastes familiar."

“Nice bathroom,” you announce, and both men file into the room to see if you need anything. “Never seen a bathtub this big,” you add, stretching out your arms, tits on display. 

Night walks takes the opportunity to ask, “Want some company?” 

“Sure,” you smile, and he takes down his pj pants. 

“Room for three?” night walks asks on behalf of his buddy. 

“Yeah,” you agree. 

Night walks asks, “You wanna be sandwiched or wanna look at his pretty face?” He can’t let vamp sit behind you. Too much neck access. 

“I’ll take the extra body heat,” you answer with a flash of your eyebrows.

-

Night walks gets in the bath behind you and settles his legs outside yours. You can feel all of him against your back. He sneaks in a squeeze of both tits as vamp prepares to get in front of you.

Vamp is a solidly built man. Not in a distinctly muscular way. A little softer than night walks, but he’s just so broad. His back flexes as he gets into the tub and rests back on you. His hair smells nice. And your tits feel amazing against his back.  

Sandwiched between them, you feel their breathing. You just sit and feel it for you don’t know how long. Your breathing synchronizes. All three of you.

You’re almost lulled asleep--maybe you even are asleep-- until vamp gasps softly. 

You look down to see a faint red plume coming from your hand. 

“Oh, crap,” you react. 

“He can take care’a it,” Night walks murmurs, sounding half asleep. “He’s got ya.” 

“How?” you ask. 

“Kiss it better, man,” night walks encourages, then sighs with how comfortable he is with you nestled between his legs, laid back on his chest. He gets a waft of your hair and sighs, “Mm.” 

“You gonna kiss it better?” you ask vamp with a giggle.

“Sure, I can if ya want,” he offers and holds your wrist. He plants a kiss on the lower end of your wound, letting his lips linger long enough to inhale as much of your scent his nostrils can get. 

It’s not just a kiss. To the naked eye, it’s just a kiss, but it feels like more. It feels like healing. It feels almost like...pleasure. He takes his lips away and the part he kissed is no longer bleeding. 

“Whoa,” you whisper. 

“Pretty cool, huh?” Night walks mutters over your ear. 

“You want more?” vamp asks. 

“Yeah,” you answer. No brainer.

Night walks takes your un-injured hand around to vamp’s abdomen and rests it on vamp’s thick, semi-hard, uncut cock. The shape under your hand sends a pang of desire down your spine and between your legs. 

“might lose a little blood,” vamp warns. “But not much.” He brings your hand to his mouth, kisses your wound again, starting at the top and sliding his lips all the way down it. Then he shifts his lips a bit, and something smooth begins to slowly trace the cut as his lips slide back up the wound. You feel a suction along the cut, and at the same time, his cock stiffens under your palm. You reflexively palm his shaft, holding it against his stomach.

The suction in your palm feels good. Your nipples harden and a rush of pleasure shoots down your chest, then lower. 

“Oh, god,” you whisper. 

When he reaches the top of the cut, his lips break away with a moan, as you continue to massage him. “More?” he asks breathily. 

You nod, “please.” 

He repeats the process, ever so slowly, twice. . .and you go from massaging his cock to pumping it, until he’s coming against his stomach underwater, moaning into your hand.

When night walks slips his hand between you and vamp, you realize your hips have been moving, seeking pressure. Night walks finishes you off, and God, you cum hard.

Night walks’s dick is hard against your back, and you’d love to do something for him, but you’re utterly spent. Your palm looks good as new, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. Vamp twists his torso to look back and check in on you. He idly tongues his sharp incisor. 

You look at him, eyelashes fluttering and say, “You’re….” He closes his lips and swallows, and he looks away, expecting you to say that word he doesn’t like. But you don’t. . . “Special,” you say, making his heart swell. 

“You too,” he whispers as your eyelids fall shut. 

Your head lulls back against night walks and he asks vamp, “she okay?” 

“Yeah,” vamp answers. “Most people can’t process that kind of pleasure their first time.” 

“That’s why she’s passed out? God damn,” night walks says. “We’re the dream team, buddy.” 

“Let’s get her to bed,” Vamp says. 

—-

“This is all good, right?” vamp asks night walks as they get you situated nude in the bed. All three of you are dried off. 

“Yeah, bud,” night walks reassures vamp in a whisper. “We’ve got a duty to act.”

“That’s doctors,” vamp replies, then lowers his whisper more. “Not….men of the night.” 

“Shhh,” night walks replies. "we gotta keep her warm."

You stir and let out a sigh. Vamp is wearing silky shorts and night walks is in fresh boxer briefs.

They settle in on either side of you. After a minute, vamp whispers, “hey, n-dub?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Is she really familiar to you?” 

“Yeah,” night walks answers unequivocally. 

“Me too,” vamp agrees. “I think she–” 

“Let’s talk about it later,” night walks whispers. 

“Yeah,” vamp agrees. 

“Get some sleep, man,” night walks encourages. 

Vamp starts to respond, “I…” then doesn’t bother. “Yeah.” 

“Oh. Sorry, bud.” 

“It’s okay,” vamp says, then asks, “but hey, if I go in my restful state, will you rouse me if you're gonna fuck her?” 

“I think you'll be ‘roused,” night walks chuckles. “But sure, buddy.”

Vamp gets up on his elbow, then hovers over your face. strokes your cheek and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Sweet dreams,” he whispers. 

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I sincerely hope y'all enjoyed this as much as I did 💕. Ty kate for the prompt that kinda led me to write a comfort fic for myself too lol.

Note: in English, "woman of the night" is a tame or old fashioned way of saying female sex worker

[notherpuppet]

Hiii, for any Hazbin art fans out there, I just want to say that I am also a huge Hazbin art fan and on my Bluesky, I reshare 🔁 a BUNCH of incredible fanart like deadass every day (there’s so many talented fans around the world).

This post was prompted by my NEED for everyone to see this beautiful chaggie knight drawing @/kamibbukuro made. The girls looks so powerful and beautiful I love it so much 😭🩷

[perpetuallyboo]

The posts ive seen about "I really hope the bad kids dont hurt the rat grinders :(" is giving the same energy as the hangman to fabian going "we should be nice to her cause if we just keep being nice to her then she'll stop being so mean!!"

[pigswithwings]

but genuinely if you default to saying that random people and things have psychosis as an insult. you gotta change that. you have to think about why you say that. "this is psychotic" stop that shit. "these people are psychopaths" stop it. stop it what the hell. come on. real people have psychosis you think they aren't already associated with negative things? you think that helps anyone?

[chasedeys]

Steelers' coaches on Burrow and Chase

[spookberry]

The endo and chika bios have me in such a tizzy, they SHARE CLOTHES, they live together. Chika wears extensions??? And endo pays for them 😭 they really are the messiest couple ever oh my god

[princessefemmelesbian]

Transandrophobia truthers are so damn racist and white oh my fucking god y'all actually piss me the fuck off every time you tokenize Black and brown men for your stupid as fuck "mra but make it trans-inclusive" ideology created by a creepy guy with a corrective rape fetish(something I'll never let up on for as long as I live, btw). If I ever see another one of y'all say "Black and brown men face discrimination because they're seen as overly masculine and that's why masculinity in men is oppressed in this society" I will literally kill myself. Stop using Black and brown men as brownie points for your bullshit arguments about misandry being real when you don't have the slightest idea how racialized oppression works. White boys are so annoying and dumb istfg.

@punkeropercyjackson @punknicodiangelo @pinkpinkstarlet