#daddy 💕

[peyton-warren]

Hmmmm Daddy

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as JD Richter Extant: Season 2, Episode 12 - Double Vision

[yakowo]

i forgot to share the doodle i made omw to the vacation trip 🫶

[duusheen]

They're here! 😭💕 Roxie went into labor at night and gave birth early in the morning. It was a slightly complicated delivery, so she had to stay a few days in the hospital with the babies, but Phoenix never left her side the whole time 🥺 They’re both overjoyed with their little ones’ arrival, but it’s definitely not as easy with two! Luckily, they have family coming soon to help out 😋

Thank you @cupidszone for naming the little ones! 💕

[thebrothel]

Is Every Inch!Ghostface participating?

Because if he is: 🍆!!!!

Or however it goes when you're a normal person and you want to play Madame's game.

0///0

👉👈

<3 ily Tox¡

--Cupquake

Hell yeah, he is. .This sprang from his fingers. Yep, Every Inch but just his filthy imagination. Love you 💕

cute for daddy (18+)

daddy ghostface x f!reader, by ghostface 🍆

You’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom mirror. The one where Daddy fucked his first load into you. A whole lot of loads later, you want more. More. You feel empty and naked without his cum oozing out of you and into your panties. You get a voice note with your favorite killer saying, “And pumpkin? Wear something cute. Show Daddy some skin.”

You smile to yourself and go to get dressed. You’ve been living in sweats lately, but what Daddy wants. Daddy gets. You idly massage your breasts as you look at your messy closet and decide on a dress. You start to put on a bra, but it's uncomfortable and you can't get it adjusted right. Fuck it, he’ll be happy to see you without one. You pull on a low cut dress and go back to the mirror.

“Holy shit,” you whisper and cup your breasts. When did they get this massive? You pull down the neckline and pop one boob out. Massive and swollen. New stretch marks. You get all hot and bothered looking at yourself. You pinch your nipples into peaks and adjust the dress so you're barely contained. God damn, those tits. No wonder they've been sore. They were in a growth spurt.

Your eyes pan over the rest of your body. What else have you been hiding? You run your hands down the front of your dress, smoothing it, and your hands linger on your middle. You turn to the side and your heart skips a beat. Your pussy throbs at your new profile. You hold your lower tummy with both hands. “No,” you whisper, throbbing harder at the thought. So turned on. You pull the dress tight, cupping your hand under your belly to observe the slightest bump.

Your heart races. When was the last time you had your period? You open the cabinet under your sink and that grocery bag with the tampons is still there. You look in the bag – Tampax boxes unopened. You feel around for the receipt, looking for a date. There's something else in the bag, courtesy of Daddy. Something for you to pee on. But not now. You’re so wet you can't stand it. You have to get off.

You spread your legs on your bed and touch yourself with a toy, admiring your body, feeling your breast with your free hand, and thinking of Daddy standing behind you in the mirror, working his gloved hands, milking you like a cow.

[ysrjune]

I wrote half of this at 2am bc I wanted to write but i didnt know what to write so im going to my favorite thing and going for baby daddy scott 🥹 "i luv men" — @lovethestarrs #🌹🩷🍒

sooo inspired by my bby bunny 💕🥹

others: reader and scott are in their early 20s. dont like? dont interact! / if you are above or are 18 and read, its fine! you dont have to interact in any other way. not proof-read.. um beware of SMUT 😥😥😥 #freakydeaky Ok. lets start.

"no!" scott's little boy refused to eat a piece of broccoli. "why not? your sisters eating it." scott replied, trying to shove the veggie into his sons mouth. scott was #blessed with twins. he for some reason thought it was karma for fighting with his twin all the time. "if he doesnt wanna eat it then dont make him, hes just gonna throw a tantrum." you tell your ex-boyfriend while drying a bottle.

scott and you were on and off all the damn time. it felt everyone confused. its been like this since you were 7 months pregnant. "why do you keep taking him back?! hes a piece of shit!" your bestfriend constantly complained. "I dunno.. hes hot?" you shrug. "girl you are so stupid." your bestfriend rolled her eyes while she bounced your son on her knee.

"hes gotta be healthy, babe." no matter if you're together or not, he still calls you by those sort of petnames. "our little boy is gonna make us rich some day." he jokes, still fighting with the 5 year old for him to eat the green bush. "isnt that right, baby?" scott sticks his tongue out. "no daddy." the little boy, junior shook his head. yes your sons name is scott, just like his dad, and you still cant believe it. thats what happens when you end uo having twins that are boy and girl, and you let the dad name your son while you named the girl.

"right," scott rolls his eyes and looks over to his other baby, cassandra. "you? you wanna make mommy and daddy filthy rich?" he asks. cassy laughs and pokes her fathers cheek. "yes daddy! soo rich." she claps. "can we have a doggy when that happens?" she asks. "yes, anything you want as long as you buy us a big house and dont put us into an old folks home." you tell cassy and grab her. "whats that?" she asks about the home. "nothing, cutie. go play with the new dolls that daddy bought you." you put her on the ground and she did as you said. scott gave up trying to make junior eat, so he let him go too.

"callin' me daddy but you wont let me take you out on a date?" he makes that face he does when he wants to get on your nerves (a dumb smile with his eyebrows raised) "shut up, you're a weirdo." you dont even look at him. "come onnnn. we've been like this since we were 17. lets just stop breaking up and finally stay together." he suggests, standing up in front of you. "yeah, when junior becomes a pro tennis player" junior likes soccer.

scott didnt stop trying to charm you the whole afternoon. to make him shut up, before he left with the babies, you finally gave in and said yes to a date on the weekend. "cool. see you later, baby." he steals a kiss. the twins giggle and say goodbye to you with kisses and hugs. oh you were definitely gonna call your bestfriend about your date this weekend.

"look at my beautiful girl." scott caresses your cheek. he took you to a fast food place for dinner and to a forzen yogurt place for dessert. you were cool with it because thats what you wanted to do, and he was fine with that. hes taken you out to nice places many times, so its not like he only ever takes you to a burger joint. "you want something out of me." you glare at him.

scott sighs and rests his head against the headrest. "yeah. I do," he turns his head over to you. "but im not gonna force you to do anything with me. you dont even have to look at me if you dont wanna.'' he holds your hand. "we have two kids together. we should be together." "I know in the past I used you and I was an asshole, but I changed. I wanna see your face in the morning when I wake up. I wanna put my kids to sleep in the same house that you're in. I wanna be a family."

"you are such a liar." "if thats what you think, you're wrong, but im not going to sit here and tell you that you're crazy for accusing me of lying. i know ive lied about that before and I am so sorry. that was stupid and ignorant. its because of me that my babies don't have their parents at the same time everyday, and here i am complaining about it." scott sighs. "y/n, please. this isnt about me wanting to have sex with you in my car right now.." you give him a look. "well, entirely." there he was. "sweetie, please? i want to be a dad. a real dad."

"scott, you are a real dad." "you know what I mean." he nervously rubs his hands up and down his thighs. "im not asking you to let me move in and move all fast with this. I just want another chance at being your boyfriend and being with my family." you sigh, taking all this into consideration. it took him two hours to actually convince you. to really prove it (a stupid way to put it, but its a big deal) he didn't try anything. he didnt touch you inappropriately. he pulled you in for a long, warm hug.. but you did makeout.. can anyone blame you? hes gorgeous!

over the past few months, scott was over almost all the time now. when hes not there, its because hes working, or hes visiting his brother and mom. the kids were happy, he was happy.. you were happy. he asked you to be his girlfriend the official way. your favorite candy, drink, and with a bouquet of flowers. he also kept his word. scott wasnt a bad father, he just wasnt always around you when he had the twins. now, he actually included you in things. taking you to his moms house again like he used to, going out to eat with the kids, sometimes the beach or like a carnival.. the point is that he's succeeding in making his family a real family.

"cassy, can you tell mommy to come out really quick, please?" he asks, sitting on the couch with his computer on his lap and glasses on. cassy drags you out of bed, whining. "dad needs youuu!" she leads you by the finger to the living room of your apartment. "go to the room with junior." you tell cassy as you sit with scott. "what do you want? its 8 in the morning." "i need help with emailing this company that wants me to work with them." scott was in his pjs, underneath a warm blanket. he "moved in" by this time, he just didnt sleep your bed. scott notices how tired and cold you look, but he really did need help. so he pulled you in under the blanket as you got to yapping about how he needs to sound professional.

scott wakes up early on his days off to make you and the twins breakfast. thank his mother that she forced him and his brother to learn how to cook after having kids.

on the days both of you work, the twins usually go with his parents since his brother and nephew were there.

cassy and junior love seeing you and scott acting like a real couple. especially cassy. junior thinks its nasty when his dad kisses you, but cassy thinks its the sweetest thing ever.

scott allows cassy to paint his nails with her princess nail polish that goes away with hot water. he also plays barbies with her sometimes.. most of those times are him making the dolls say crazy things.

he matched batman and robin costumes with junior for Halloween.

for Christmas, he and sam went to macys to take awkward sibling photos with ugly sweaters. they also did a separate one for vinnie, cassy, and junior. of course sam's annoyed and uncomfortable expressions were real and not just for the photo. scott gifted you the photos of your kids while he gave the photos of him and his brother to his mom.

"i dont care," scott mumbles into your collarbone. you two were at a party that corey, sams friend, invited you to. sam and his girlfriend went along but you hadn't seen them yet. scott had pulled you into a random bedroom 30 minutes into getting there. "the door is locked. nobodys gonna come in." he pulls your tube top down, exposing your breasts to him. "im gonna kill you if we get caught." you suck in a sharp breath once he attaches his mouth to your boob. "I'll die a happy man." he chuckles and gets back to work. you placed your hand on his curly hair, watching him.

it didnt take long for him to have you bent over the bed. "these are pretty," he admires the black underwear you wore. "too bad im gonna have them ruined by the time im done with you." he snakes a finger underneath the fabric and snaps it against your warm skin. "damn, you look so good." he mumbles, thrusting his hips so his crotch would meet your ass. his jeans werent off just yet. scott likes to tease you.. but more himself before actually doing anything.

his hands rest at your waist, guiding you to go back on him. he kept it going only a few second more before undoing his belt and jeans, then sliding his boxers down. "tell me if you need me to stop. im not goin' easy on you t'night." he whispers, pulling your underwear down your thighs and slamming himself into your wet cunt. he thrusted fast, panting and moaning. "uhnn.. I've missed this pussy so much." he whines. "give me th-..at. mhh. fuck." his eyebrows knit together, mouth agape. "you're so pathetic." you say softly, fucking yourself back on him.

"yeah. yeah, I am." he slides a hand up and down your smooth back. "so fucken pathetic for you.. would do anything for you. do anything for my beautiful girl." he lets out a high-pitched moan, hitting that spot in you. "scott.. im—" "uh-uh. keep it in.. keep it in." he pants. the sound of skin slapping against eachother becoming louder. "dont cum yet. dont." he throws his head back, continuing to roll his hips deliciously. both of you made noise, but scott was a little louder than you.

scott suddenly pulled out. "ride me?" he asks softly. his cheeks were flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead. "oh my.. fu-huuh." he whimpers, watching you bounce on his cock. "you like that, Scotty? you like when I fuck you like this?" to which he nods his head. "mhm. yeah. keep.. keep going." he says oh so nicely. his fingers graze your pink lips and travel down to your tummy. he stares at your faded strech marks, smirking a little bit. "’n if I put another baby in you? make you a mommy again?" he puts his eyes back on your face.

by now, you were only rolling your hips on him. "yeah, no thanks." you say, making him laugh. "thought so." the bed creaked, and scotts head was pushed deeper into the pillows. "im gonna cum! g-get off!" he whines, tapping your hip. "i-im gonna cum too." you take his hand in yours. scott wasnt so happy that he finished in you until you told him you were on birth control. "scared the shit outta me.." he pouts. "funny. didn't you say you were gonna make me a mom again?" you tap his cheek. "i was getting confident.."

— #timeskip #hitthat #needthat #subscottforthewin 🙏🏼

"dude, ive been looking everywhere for you!" sam yells over the loud music to scott. "we just got here!" he lies to his brother. sam rolled his eyes. "im gonna borrow him for a couple of minutes-" he yells to you and drags scott upstairs. you were left with his girlfriend. the two of you knew eachother in highschool, so it wasnt weird or awkward. she actually took you to go dance.

a whole hour later, the boys came back absolutely baked. not a surprise. "we hotboxed the fuckin room!! and get this!! some girls thong was on the bed." sam laughed his ass off. you look at scott with worry. "nah," he shakes his head at you. jeez, you really thought you had left your underwear in there. "nah what?" sam asks. "nothing." he pushed sam away and went over to you, shoving his tongue down your throat.

the kids were at your parents house, so when you and scott got back home, he asked for #round2 and you #gaveittohim #theDisfire🔥 what was the after care?? a hot shower and he doordashed chinese food.

"daddy." junior crossed his arms at Scott. "yes??" he responds. "you're a dumb blonde." junior laughs, screaming dramatically as he runs to your room. "what the fuck??" he raised an eyebrow, looking at you from the livingroom while you were in the kitchen. "he watched legally blond with me last night." you smile. "hes never watching that shit again." he rolls his eyes, clearly butthurt.

"oh, come here.' you roll your eyes. he was quick to stand up from the couch and walk over to you and give a hug and a kiss. "when did junior get so mean." he fake cries into your shoulder. "when did cassandra start wearing your clothes?" scott immediately dropped his act and laughed. "shes cool now, alright?" "scott, I dont want her wearing a shirt with a Marijuana plant on it." "okay. what about the one where jessica rabbit has her tits out?" you shoot him a look and hit the back of his neck. "you have a shirt with jessica and her tits out?!?!" "no! I was kidding!" he kisses you. then he texts his brother: do you want the jessica rabbit shirt? (lol. no. imagine getting caught u loser.) sam responds.

two years passed. your little family was happy and "normal" (enough) scott officially OFFICIALLY moved in the year before. (started sleeping on the same bed and you shared the closet.)

a cute family photo hung above the couch. junior was on your lap and cassy was on Scotts. here and there, scott will get up in the middle of the night to admire it. he was so proud that he was able to prove himself to you. (fr this time cause #damnhewasabitch) little ho actually cries sometimes staring at the photo.. as he should.

end of story. Ok? bye.

@sockiess @erosmutt @d0llfilth @anakinstwinklebunny @valloos @lovethestarrs @mx1curriee505 🔥🙏🏼

[kireilien]

Also, what’s the point of being an anon if I’m not leaving some ideas in your inbox? hehe🙂‍↕️💕

This morning while I was having breakfast, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much it turns me on just imagining Maki doing such ordinary things. Imagine this—you walk into the bathroom without hesitation and shame while your boyfriend is showering, taking the chance to admire how THAT THING it's just there OMG. Or one morning, while he’s making breakfast for both of you, you catch a glimpse of his big bulge, but he looks completely unbothered, as if he’s already used to it AGGGH OMG THIS SOUNDS SO DUMB I’M SORRY BUT I CAN’T I just had to share my thoughts

💕 anon i’m gonna eat ur brains out. and only 3 tags? whew im becoming vanilla can u guys fill my asks w 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 things after the 20 i need to write 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; teasing dom!maki, teasing sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, dirty talk, dry humping, use of “babe,” “gooner” HELP

i can not blame you 💕 anon, if maki was my bf and he was practically slanging a huge cock 24/7 i’d stare at it 24/7 too??????

you can hear maki showering and as one does, you walk in, grabbing some lotion, all while staring at him. “can i… help you?” maki laughs as he rinses off the soap bubbles off of his body, revealing his cock to you. you curl lips in, “no just… stay there,” you mumble as you absentmindedly lotion your hands while staring at maki’s cock. you weren’t being sly, maki could 100% tell you were staring at him. “y/n. i see you staring at my dick.” he scoffs as he proceeds to step out the shower, droplets of warm water cascading down his body.

if you could eat him whole, you would’ve. 

right then and there. 

“‘kay and?” you exhale, “you’re so hot.” maki chuckles at your words, “thanks, babe.” he takes a towel and daps his body to dry himself off. you shift your weight to sit on top of the sink counter as maki stands in front of the sink. he cups your face, staring at your features, “you’re gonna get me hard if you keep staring at me like that.” he sighs as he pulls you off the counter, pushes you out the door, and locks it. he thought you’d gone away, but he hears the doorknob twisting.

“maki, let me in.”

other times when he’s making breakfast, his gray loose sweats are hanging low with his white tank top hugging his body just right. you come closer to him, “looks yummy.” he laughs, “yeah? go sit over by the table, it’s almost done.” it’s your turn to laugh, “i wasn’t talking about the food.” maki rolls his eyes, “it’s literally 7 am, can you stop being the mayor of goonertown?” you ignore his jokes before grasping his arm, caressing his exposed, strong arms. once maki scrapes your eggs to your plate and puts away the pan, he grabs your arm that was on his, swinging you to be against his bulge, nearly bent over the counter. 

“whenever you stare at me– it’s im-fucking-possible to not be hard. the way you look at me– shit– just wanna press up in you and fuck you against the nearest surface.” maki rubs his cock on the round of your ass, moaning at the friction. you grind back on his cock, surprisingly shocked that your persistent staring got him all worked up. “really? what’s stopping you?” you tease. 

it was almost like a switch. 

maki presses his palms into your hips, causing you to be parallel to the cold counter. “what’s stopping me? oh i don’t know… maybe if someone wasn’t just so pretty but a fucking gooner, maybe i’d give them the fucking they need. bending you over this counter, fucking your aching pussy, my fat tip kissing at your cervix. oh, i’d give everything to you, babe. but i can’t, can i? how could i give this fat cock of mine to someone who absentmindedly just staring at my cock? couldn’t ever think of giving my cock to a goddamn gooner.” maki grunts into your ear as he grinds himself further into your cunt, palms deep into your hips.

“m–maki please,” you plead, grinding against his cock. you were wetting your pajama shorts as maki bulge grew bigger in his sweats. both of your pants are so loose, if maki pulled his cock out just a bit, he’d slip into your aching pussy so fast. but maki tsked before pushing himself off. he picks up your plates and sets them down on the table, “let’s eat, shall we?” you pout at the loss of pleasure, “what?” maki clenches his jaw, “gotta fill up for some energy before i fuck that stupid pussy of yours raw.” your eyes widen at his words. 

safe to say you ate that breakfast as fast as you could. 

back 2 maki catalog

[concretejunglefm]

Hi! Do you write dad!noah? If so, could I request a oneshot of noah with his son in the studio or at one of his shows please :)

Not a full one-shot, but here’s a little blurb for a fic I’ve been working on <3

“I thought you said you weren’t busy today?” you ask Noah, feeling the fingers of your four-year-old slipping from your sweaty palm. “Levi, wait—” you call after him, but he’s already making a beeline for Davis—his favourite uncle—completely bypassing the rest of the guys standing around the studio, resulting in a chorus of offended sounds and playful remarks.

“I’m not,” Noah shrugs, but you just give him a look that says ‘yeah, right’, and he chuckles. “I’ve got a couple of things to finish up here for the next record, and I thought maybe Levi could see what his daddy gets up to.” Noah pauses, and you freeze. “…If that’s okay with you.”

You know he’s not just talking about having Levi here in the studio. He’s talking about the word daddy. It’s still early days, and you haven’t fully decided how you feel about Noah referring to himself that way—especially when you’ve raised Levi single handedly until now. Granted, it wasn’t Noah’s fault, he didn’t know Levi existed, but you’ve been clinging to the idea that you didn’t want to confuse Levi—not while he’s still so young.

Though, truthfully, maybe you didn’t want to confuse yourself.

You weren’t a family. Noah was Levi’s father, and that was it. And yet, the way he included you in every suggestion, every plan involving Levi—it made it harder to believe that was all he wanted. It felt like he was pushing for something more. Something you were afraid he didn’t really mean.

“Yeah…” You let out a breath you don’t realize you’ve been holding and slowly nod. “Okay then.” You’re not sure what you’re agreeing to, but the tightness in your chest and twist in your stomach makes you wonder if it’s a bad idea. Watching Noah in dad mode makes the reality of everything hit harder—especially now.

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest at the sound of a high-pitched squeal, and then you see Noah lift your son—his son—into the air, slinging him over his shoulder before heading into the recording area. The door shuts behind them, muting Levi’s giggles, but through the glass, you can still see him laughing, squirming on Noah’s broad shoulder as his hands tickle his sides. He’s a miniature version of him—even down to the long limbs and dark hair flopping over his soft brown eyes. It’s like looking at a masterpiece of artwork, then at the blank canvas you have both created. A little boy with all the potential in the world.

“He really cares about him, you know.” Davis’ voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You shake your head slightly as his shoulder bumps gently against yours. “I know…” You’re not mad at him anymore. Not really. If it hadn’t been for Davis, Noah wouldn’t have known about Levi. You wouldn’t be witnessing this moment—or any of the others you’ve seen since—Noah desperately trying to bond, to make up for the four years he missed.

On the other side of the glass, Noah sets Levi down, steadying him with both hands on his small shoulders. They face Folio, who’s still seated at the drums.

“Do you wanna have a go, little man?”

“Can I?” Levi’s face lights up, and it’s enough to make Noah’s chest swell with warmth. He quickly moves to help him up onto Folio’s lap, both men guiding his hands as they wrap around the drumsticks and begin to show him how to play.

From your spot behind the glass, you watch with a twinge of guilt pulling at your chest. You kept Noah in the dark for so long. There were reasons then, reasons that made sense at the time, but watching him now, with Levi, makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake.

If maybe, just maybe, you’d been wrong for not telling him.

[sticky-badger]

He smiles like daddy 🥹

😄

[thebrothel]

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

[grelleswife]

Swinging into the new year! 🐍

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[kireilien]

Hear me out 🙂‍↕️ waking up next to maki in the morning just to help him (PLEASE TELL ME YOU WATCHED THE YUKIAKARI EPISODE, the one where he looks so puffy and pretty while being sleepy 🥹)

Btw you're really good writing!💕

(anon #1, please assign me an emoji😔🙏)

HI ANON! since you use the 💕 emoji a lot, i’ll assign you that one since it’s saur cute BUT YAS grinning from both lips he’s so cute i forget he’s slanging a huge cock 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; no dom/sub dynamics, gn!reader, race neutral reader, established relationship, somnophilia, so dubcon, big cock maki, oral (m receiving), spit play (is it a lien work without it), cum swallowing 

GRGRGRGRAARARARA to wake up maki with your mouth. 

it would be a random morning. the two of you had nowhere to be, so you could stay in for a bit. you woke up a little groggy from your sleep; the sun pouring into your room was a little agitating but pleasant. you checked your phone for a bit before turning to your boyfriend, still in his little dream world. he looked so cute with his eyes closed, lips plump, and funnily enough his messy bed hair going swift in a few directions. 

as maki does, he only sleeps in his boxers with you, saying “it’s comfortable to be just in boxers,” but you just think it’s an excuse for him to see you in his almost naked frame. but anyways, you’re eyeing him. the way his strong arms are loosely on his side, his torso looking like he was sculpted from marble, and oh! look at that. his morning wood laying cutely in his boxers, just waiting for something to be done to it. 

both you and maki have talked about allowing each other to wake each other up by sex, but you’ve never initiated it. so, why not do it now?

you peel back his blanket and you fold back his boxers, allowing his cock to be free. you pull back his boxers to his mid thigh, just enough you could see the entirety of his cock, including his balls. taking a little dribble of spit, you let it fall, watching how it drips down his length. you finally adjust yourself between his legs by laying stomach down underneath the blanket. your mouth hangs loose as you sink your mouth down his fat tip. 

maki jolts slightly, the new temperature of your mouth was new but nothing to wake up from. you continue your way down his length, desperately to take the majority of his cock. your mouth is stretching nearly straining around him. you watch his every move. is he gonna move? but you still continue bobbing your head, laying your tongue flat when you release your mouth off of him, but following your mouth making space for him. 

steadily having your pace, maki feels himself near to cumming but also waking up. you keep at it, but you allowed the tip of his cock hit the very back of the roof of your mouth, causing you to choke slightly from the sudden push. this causes maki to fully wake up, immediately seeing your cute head underneath the blanket. 

“oh? good morning to you too, y/n,” he’d say low, his voice still not warmed up. he sits up slightly to cup your face, almost orchestrating your movements to glide down his length. in a few more bobs of your head, maki cums down your throat, making you swallow every last droplet of his liquid. once you swallowed the entirety of his cum, you come up to his face, “good morning, maki.”

wait why did i eat this awp and the paragraphs are paragraph-ing yas ily 💕 anon

sequel to maki waking you up with head in this love letter!

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[milodx]

alan ritchson & lou ferrigno jr

[timothyslucy]

GIVE ME DADDY!COLIN OR GIVE ME DEATH. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[kireilien]

Hi! I'm sorry for asking abt this, but I was wandering if you coul write smth abt maki if you don't mind

Btw I love your post, I really enjoy the way you write!!💕

OH. ANON. YOU ASKED THE RIGHT PERSON! 

and do not be sorry my maki brain rot might be the worst out of everyone on this app perchance thank u for letting me be free ALSO thank u i blush i try my best for y’all :3

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!maki, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it pls), breeding, possessive!maki, marking/hickeys, minor body worship, use of “princess,” “daddy”

will i never not write daddy maki? no. GUYS GSUSY GSUSY PLEASEE STAY WITH ME. i literally drool at the thought of maki being possessive as shit it’s so hot. 

say that it’s date night and the two of you were having a nice dinner! yas so cute but maki started sensing that something was off. and he wasn’t lying! there were MULTIPLE people staring at you because of the dress maki so happened to pick for you to wear tonight (it’s ur fault bruv).

icl you looked great in the dress! js a little tew good. as the possessive man maki is, and when the two of you go home

…oh it’s over!

“yeah? you think it’s cute prancing around like that? shit. should’ve kept us at home. don’t wanna see anyone look at my cute girl but me, fuck,” he literally growls in your ear, keeping your hips down and still as he fucks himself deeper, feeling how raw the two of you are against each other, relishing of how this pretty pussy is only getting fucked raw by him and literally only him (real possessive, maki)

“such a pretty body, princess, aren’t you glad only i get to see your body like this— your beautiful ass body?” he spits as he comes down to your neck and leaves his love bites on your skin, further proving that you only belong to him! 

“ngh— ah— daddy— ‘m gonna— cum,” you whine through restrained moans, you couldn’t help it. the further you feel both of your orgasms coming, maki was further and further down, nearly cock fucking your cervix. but the best part was feeling how much of his precum is staining your gummy walls; how it makes those erotic squelching noises you thought only pornos could have.

“yeah, you gonna cum, princess? yeah cum f’ me— cum f’ me,” maki breathes out as he’s also close to his orgasm as well. in a few more strong pumps of his cock, he could feel himself in one last snap of his hips, pouring all of his creamy cum into your puffy cunt, trying his best to keep it all in there but he can’t help but cum in his cute princess to the brim! the little cum rings around his cock are making him go insane, he really filled you up!  

k why did i go insane guys never let me write abt maki again (fill my inbox w maki asks and i’ll love u 4ever)

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