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[diavolosthots]

It’s always good to see you again. I remember when I first followed you, too! I’d like to place a request for the brothers (or undatables if you wanna).

MC asked them to come along with her to Victoria’s Secret to help her see which lingerie looks better on her. Please make this nsfw.

Again, it’s good to have you back with us. Missed you!

I wonder what the first thing of mine you read was? 🙈 would genuinely interest me..

I missed you too, anon, and I hope you're doing well!

TWs: NSFW mention

THE BROTHERS tagging along to VS with F!MC

Lucifer

"Stay in there MC and don't make a sound. Did you really think I wouldnt thoroughly inspect every piece?"

He reluctantly joined you today, although the moment his mind caught up, the work he still had to do today seemed forgotten. Along with the ones you picked to try on, he also threw in a few of his personal favorites and best believe that the demon joined you in the changing room after every set. Does that mean he needed to buy all of them because they were ruined? Yes. Did he do so happily? Also yes. It probably takes another try on at home before he can decide if the purchase were truly worth it ;)

Mammon

"Hell yeah, babe, look at you!"

The minute you tried on the gold lingerie set, his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets. God, you looked absolutely stunning and Mammon's lip caressed over his lips as he stared at you. You look hot as hell and Mammon isn't ashamed ro say that he now is kicked out of all VS stores worldwide. How did he manage to that in such a short time? Well... he just took you in to every single store.

Leviathan

"MC... I dont know what I'm feeling right now, but it's suddenly overwhelming me..."

Levi was absolutely red in the face when you tell him to come along, but he's absolutely burned to crisps when he sees you come out in the first set. He has an instant boner and he's suddenly envious at not being the first one to see you like this... or at least, he doesn't think he is. Good for him that youre more than willing to show him how important he is to you in that changing room. This is a matter of "Levi keep quiet!" And not him making you cry out.

Satan

"I could never deny you... especially when you offer yourself to me so nicely."

Satan was so on board when you asked him to come along and, much like Lucifer, he also added a few of his own favorites. Unlike Lucifer, Satan seems to be a little more shy, not willing to actually take you in a dressing room. However, that doesn't keep him from pushing the skimpy sets aside and playing with your dripping cunt. "You're trying to rile me up, make me come in there and take you for everyone to see." But Satan doesn't give you that satisfaction, instead playing with your clit and bringing you closer to the edge but never letting you Tumblr over it

Asmodeus

"You look beautiful as always, my love... you'd just look more beautiful with those clothes on the floor."

Asmodeus would follow you anywhere but especially when it comes to shopping. Besides picking out pieces for you and giving his opinion, he also picks out outfits for himself and he cant help but love the look of confusion on your face. He spins you around the store in nothing but your lingerie until abruptly stopping. "Let's get these clothes off... they barely cover anything as is.." was all he said before bending you over one of the dressers that held some of the lingerie.

Beelzebub

"I uhm... you looked too delicious to pass up on."

The sixth born would follow you anywhere as long as he gets to spend time with you. A day at VS? Deal. He loves watching you try on different things and giving his approval if they looked especially enticing. Anything red though? Oh he suddenly feels the need to take you right then and there. Spoiler: he did. Much like some of his other brothers, he definitely took you in one of the changing rooms, his sinful moaning keeping your toes.

Belphegor

"I wasnt keen on coming here but now that I have, will you let me have a taste of you?"

Belphegor has a way of coaxing you around his fingers. He's absolutely the manipulative type, much like Satan, and enjoys the show you give him way too much. He won't walk over to you or join you in the changing room, but best belief you'll be sucking his cock in VS where everyone can see you. Well, they could at least, if Belphegor would let them come close enough.

[spicycinnabun]

so many option but i must go with my favorite au! 🐺 pretty please!

Buck liked the way the Alpha said his name.

It rolled off his tongue, familiar, as if they'd known each other for years—yet it also carried the thrill of something new and unchartered. It was baffling. Intriguing.

And just like him to get attached quicker than a lightning strike.

Buck didn't correct Tommy. Didn't say everyone calls me Buck, like he normally would have.

He wanted to hear it more.

Evan. Evan. Evan.

If he didn't know better, he might have thought Tommy was part siren.

Then Tommy told Buck to take his bed.

Buck tried to protest. “I can't do that. I-I'm totally fine staying on the rug or the couch, honestly.”

“I have some chores to do later,” Tommy said, simply, as if Buck wasn't some huge burden he had picked up on his nightly patrol of his territory. “I’m going to be going in and out. I don’t want to keep you awake. You need a lot more rest.” He paused. “And some clothes.”

Oh. Right. Buck was still... buck naked.

So, that was how Buck found himself in the heart of the Alpha's den. His wound dressing had been freshly changed. He was in the center of a very comfortable bed, wearing the Alpha's very comfortable clothes, surrounded by that very comforting scent, inhaling so deeply he wondered if he was getting high off of it.

It should’ve felt wrong, like he was intruding (because he was, majorly). Instead, he felt cared for. Protected. His wolf had gone completely submissive, on its back, belly up.

Buck rolled around, instinctively mixing his own scent into the sheets until he was satisfied, and then fell asleep again within minutes.

Amazingly, it was peaceful. Dreamless.

He would've cried with relief, but he was too busy snoring softly into Tommy's pillow.

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[melodythebunny]

“Guess we’re cellmates now” oc x canon

The hatch sealed with a sound like a coffin being nailed shut.

Not a sharp clang… more of a deep, resonant thoom that vibrated through the Iron Lung’s thin metal walls and sank straight into the bones.

For half a second, neither of them moved.

Calliope sucked in a slow breath through her teeth.

The air smelled wrong. Old oil. Rust. Stale recycled oxygen with a faint copper tang that made her think — uncomfortably — of blood before she even remembered where they were headed.

The blood ocean.

One of them anyways if she had read those documents right. Why and how would there be four oceans of blood exactly? She forced herself not to think about it.

she barely caught a word of what the person on the speak was saying. Ears still ringing from the earlier scuffle that had taken place. Not that she needed a refresher.

Across the narrow interior, The convict stood frozen near the far wall, hands still cuffed in front of him. The guards had shoved him inside first. His shoulder brushed against a cluster of blinking monitors, and one let out a sharp electronic chirp in protest.

Darkness consumed the small viewport as they could no longer see the other people on the outside.

Calliope tested the restraints at her ankles. Locked. Of course. “You planning on saying something,” she asked, “or are we doing the silent descent thing?” His gaze flicked to her- quick, startled. Like she’d yanked him out of somewhere else.

The man finally moved.

He glanced at the hatch, then at the walls, then up at the ceiling, like he was measuring how little space there was that they had to work in.

“Damn,” he muttered. “They weren’t kidding about the ‘tiny’ part.”

Calliope gave a short humorless huff.

He turned his head toward her.

That was the first real look they got at each other.

Low light washed his face in sickly green from the console screens — dark, tired, eyes already rimmed with exhaustion and fear he hadn’t managed to hide fast enough. He looked less like a dangerous criminal and more like a man who hadn’t slept properly in months.

Calliope imagined she looked about the same.

Her hair was left in its natural state, curly Afro. Pulled back some by a scarf, loose curls escaping around her face. There was dried blood at her temple from where someone had shoved her into a bulkhead earlier. Her prison jacket hung on her body, too thin to provide proper warmth. The unmistakable look of exhaustion rested on her face.

“So,” He said quietly. “You’re the pirate.”

She tilted her head slightly. “And you’re the convict.”

“Guess that makes us the dream team…Did they tell you what’s down there?” he asked. She laughed once. Short. Humorless.

“They told me if I didn’t cooperate, I’d never see the stars again. Real inspiring pitch.” A low mechanical groan vibrated through the hull. The Iron Lung shuddered, then began to move.

Down.

A tiny circular window near the front of the sub was already dark, coated in a thick armored lens meant to withstand whatever waited outside. No view. No comfort. Just instrumentation and faith in machinery that looked older than both of them.

The cramped submarine groaned as pressure equalized, pipes ticking and hissing like something breathing in the dark. The sound was awful. It was a thick, muffled groan as the blood ocean swallowed the Iron Lung whole.

“You ever been in one of these before?”

“No,” Calliope said. “But I think I’ve been in worse places.”

“Worse than a pressure tube going into a sea of blood on a dead moon?”

She met his eyes, and for a moment the joking mask slipped.

Calliope felt her stomach drop, a childhood memory rising uninvited- being stuffed into cargo holds, into vents, into places meant for objects, not people.

She swallowed it back. The woman forced herself to breathe.

Survive first. Fear later.

That was how she’d always done it.

Let C.O.I. take the ocean, the recordings, whatever that was buried beneath the blood. Calliope would give them anything, if it bought her freedom.

[raisedbyanother]

Back to my “Let‘s Ziggy/Nick up this romcom” bullshit: The Parent Trap

Flashback to Teenage Ziggy and Nick returning to their homes in Shadyside and Sunnyvale respectively, two years after running away together. Each of them is holding an identical baby.

Present day: Nathan “Nate” Berman from Shadyside and Noah Goode from Sunnyvale both arrive at Camp Nightwing to spend their summer. After the first shock of finding their look-a-like, smart ass trouble maker Nate and rich boy goody two-shoes Noah bound after discovering that deep down they are both dorky weirdo loners.

When they plan a revenge prank on a fellow camper, they learn that they were both inspired by the same story of their parent dumping a bucket of critters on Sheila back in the day and figure out that they are in fact twins and share the same mother and father.

They hatch the plan to impersonate each other and switch places in order to meet the other parent and find out what let to their separation and splitting up the twins. So when the time comes to go home, Noah leaves in the bus heading for Shadyside and Ziggy while Nate goes to Sunnyvale and Nick.

We then get all the shenanigans and tropes that come with trying to pass as someone else and not get caught. Like Mayor Tom acting up after sniffing Noah because that ain’t his Nate. Nate getting lost trying to find his/Noah's room in the Mansion. The big twist however, is that all those years ago Nick took the younger twin, Noah, thinking he found a loophole from having his oldest continuing the curse. But now that the heir Nate has returned to Sunnyvale, Satan is calling him to the tunnels…

Things to play around with: The big one is whenever Ziggy does know about the pact and it was a factor in Nick and Ziggy breaking up in the first place.

Cindy? Is she around or did she die?

While it would go with the plot of the movie to give Nick a snobby Sunnyvale fiancée, we all know there’s no moving on from Ziggy for this man. Maybe Ziggy is going on dates with Nate’s Gym teacher or something. 😈

The Bachelor | The Runaway Bride | Heartbreakers

[hellokittystallion]

i saw @feketeribizli draw their gorgeous kendall with george and i wanted to do the same with my manny & his wife jesse :)

i was gonna draw beto but then realised he doesn’t have fashion in his bones so i do not care. i wanted to draw a beautiful woman instead of beto

[pixel-snaps]

Zer0 and Hatchworth hcs because I truly believe their dynamic is underrated!!

-they have a gc called like 🕷🪳Basement Dwellers🪳🕷 and just talk about stuff only each other would understand in the most unhinged way possible, like:

Zer0: When you're lying in the dark for too long and the Copper Elephants start banging on the windows (─‿‿─)♡

Hatchworth: I've named my Nightmare Hallucination Elephant EE :]

Rabbit desperately wants in this gc

-both are so behind in technology and will help eachother figure out modern pcs and culture

-if Hatchworth sees Zer0 not understanding an injoke or reference he tries to catch Zer0 up immediately because he knows how isolating it feels

-Hatchy and Zer0 are too used to Bugs being Inside Them from before so they just let spiders, rats or any bugs crawl around them and not realise. They are Zer0's friends :] The Spine does not appreciate this.

-Hatchy joins in on playing Firefighter but he often plays arsonist instead.....

[gamblersdoll]

Guts and nerd played Strip Study

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“strip.. study?” you ask, scrunching your face in confusion and looking at him.

“yeah, you should know what it is, wouldnt you?” guts smirks, his tiny fang poking out and saying hi.

“well..”

“if company a covers a house for thirty thousand, and company b covers it as well for fifty thousand, a loss happens and the loss is twenty seven thousand, what will company a pay out?” guts asked, waiting for you to do your quick math.

you think about it, “sixteen thousand two hundred.” you confidently say, bouncing your knee.

he nods, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his thicker neck joints and his chiseled body.

“okay then mr tough guy, how much will company b pay out?” you ask, folding your arms and crossing your legs.

“easy, forty five thousand.” he answers, watching your face flush. “go ahead, smartass.”

you feel your face heat up, pulling your shirt up until guts stops you.

“uh uh, you know better than that, nerdwhore.” he says, biting his lip and looking at your jeaned thighs. “you know exactly, what i want.”

you didnt have to be told twice, sitting up and pulling them down from your legs.

“yeah, there she is. theres my good girl.”

[maxmaxsupersupermax]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8/12 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Characters: Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Daniel Ricciardo, Gianpiero Lambiase, Jos Verstappen Additional Tags: Red White and Royal Blue AU, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Charles is a Prince, Max's father is prime minister, Jos Verstappen's A+ Parenting, Enemies to Lovers, More tags to be added, First Kiss, Mild Sexual Content Summary:

Max has known (read: been enemies with) Prince Charles Leclerc of Monaco for close to five years, but when they cause an... incident at Charles' brother's wedding, they are tasked with making the public believe they are actually best friends. A tough task for two people who are pretty sure they hate each other.

or

The Red, White and Royal Blue AU that the 2024 Austin GP put in my head