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[koolades-world]

Exclusive Mc Privileges

Lucifer

Getting to wear his big coats and gloves when you’re cold or whenever you feel like it

Interrupting him working with no consequences no matter how silly the reason

Waking him up first thing in the morning like a kid on Christmas

Telling him how attractive he is when he’s mad

Helping him grooms his wings

Taking as many silly pictures together as they want as long as they don’t share them with anyone

Borrowing his pens

Helping yourself to his record collection

Staying out late

Comforting him in the middle of the night when he wakes up with a nightmare

Mammon

Being his passenger princess

Treating him like a princess whenever he feels inadequate

Borrowing his sunglasses at any time

Keeping him company when Lucifer hangs him upside down

Taking the blame for anything bad you did even if it means losing money

Driving his car

Using his money

Calling him you first and cutest demon

Dressing in matching outfits even if they are bright pink

Levi

Joining him to any and all conventions

Making cosplays with him

Borrowing anything from his manga collection

Touching or seeing his tail in a domestic setting since he’s insecure about

Polishing his scales for him before parties!

Feeding him while he’s gaming

Letting you play any game you want on game nights together

Doing his makeup whenever you feel like it

Caring for Henry

Satan

Organizing his books

Sharing his tea collection with him

Baking cookies together from his favorite book series

Going to exclusive events as his partner

Using his influence to get you whatever you want

Spending late night reading time with him

Going on morning walks with him

Scrubbing his hair in the shower <3

Borrowing his notes from class if you were sick or just forgot to take some that day

Asmo

Sharing his morning routine with him since he wants you to look fabulous too

Getting lots of gifts from him since everything he sees reminds him of you

Borrowing anything you want in his closet

Using his Devilgram

Matching jewelry!

Making jewelry together to have it matching which is better than buying it

Attending meet and greet events with him as moral and emotional support

Him cooking cute recipes he found online for you

Being his personal model for new looks

Beel

Cooking for and with him

Stopping him from eating the ingredients while cooking

Picking out his change of clothes after the gym

Going on dates to new restaurants

Stealing his shirts to fashion into outfits or lounging around in

Piggy back rides!

Flexing his arms for you so you can touch them

Admiring his wings

Teaching you everything he knows about various Devildom dishes

Belphie

Sleepy kisses :)

Hiding in the attic to get away for a while and nap

Pillow shopping together

Going camping in the middle of nowhere to admire the stars and each others company

Sneaking off together at parties

Karaoke together since he knows how much you love his voice

Attempting to wake each other up but falling back asleep together each time

Surprising you at RAD with random gifts of flowers

Making cupcakes together and ending in a flour war

[temis-de-leon]

Gn!MC with super long hair

Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Beel and Diavolo (x reader, separately; written as romantic, but could be read as platonic)

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Anon request: ¡Buenas! I was wondering if you could do a gender neutral mc with lucifer,beel, Levi, satan n dia with head cannons about a mc with suppeerrr long hair? :D take care of yourself n remember to take breaks :)

A/N: I'm killing so many birds with this stone. This one has Lucifer and Satan, who are long overdue, and I'm posting a months-old request, which is way long overdue. Also, I want to thank Beyonce for giving me the motivation necessary to do this.

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Lucifer

He can’t help but be impressed at first, even though his unbelievable age has allowed him to meet all sorts of living beings and see their diverse features first-hand.

Hair helps express oneself and represents different cultures, so he wonders what motivates you to keep yours so lengthy. Of course, at first, it stays at that, wondering and imagining, since it isn’t something that keeps him awake at night.

Plus, your impressively long hair only proves to be bothersome as days pass.

It’s on the furniture, the floors, the rugs, the laundry, the food… It. Clogs. The. Shower.

He’ll make you clean everything whether you like it or not and will absolutely throw that sadistic smile of his if you dare complain, sitting in a chair and reading the newspaper while you’re on your knees fishing clumps of hair out of the drains.

Legit him.

But in all seriousness, his attitude towards you will improve drastically the moment you start to clean your messes; and if you already do that from the start, then he holds you on a much higher level of respect.

You are cleaner and more responsible than his brothers, who would’ve thought?

He will feel beyond honoured if you ask him for help brushing or styling it; a bonding moment he’ll cherish very much.

Levi

He is fangirling hard and is not even embarrassed about it.

There are multiple fictional characters with hair as long as yours, both male and female and everything in between, and he wastes no time in comparing you to all of them regardless of your gender.

He’ll be considerably disappointed if you haven’t watched or read any of the anime, manga or novels he’s referencing, but if you’re willing to learn or if you’re already experienced in the matter, then prepare to never know peace again.

There are marathons, online shopping, gaming sessions, plot debates and, of course, his absolute favourite, cosplay.

You don’t need to dress up if it isn’t up your alley, although you should consider it. Levi is an excellent tailor and, as shy as he is, he has observation skills good enough to know what character resonates with you the most, both appearance and personality-wise.

Villains or heroes, leaders or sidekicks… It doesn’t matter. He would implode with excitement if he ever saw you dressed in armour, sparky or leathery clothes (or even all of them at once) with your hair styled in an intricate design that would normally have to be achieved with a wig.

If you want to watch him passed out on the floor with a worryingly deep blush on his face, you should try making a harness with your braided hair. His nerves won’t allow him to help, but he’ll make up in enthusiasm and admiration.

Satan

As far as he knows, hair holds great symbolism and, according to some, memories as well.

He is one curious demon with an extensive academic background and room to spare for more knowledge, so he’s very interested in knowing whether the length of your hair is determined by personal preference, culture, religion or something else.

Sure, you’re close and cherish each other for the way you are, but he has seen a feature of yours in his books, in history museums and even fashion exhibits. There’s something about seeing an object of interest in real life that makes him pay more attention than he would otherwise.

Even if the reason why your hair is so long is purely aesthetical, he’ll still be interested.

That just means he can tell you everything he knows instead.

Of course, your hair won’t be present in every single one of your conversations; Satan doesn’t want to be exhausting and, after all, it being part of you doesn’t make it you.

However, you will be aware of all the times he thinks of it.

“MC, hypothetically, if you were trapped in a tower, could your hair support the weight of another person? No, right? That’s what I thought! Of course!”

He isn’t fooling anyone.

Beel

Using a scented shampoo is considered a sacrifice in the House of Lamentation and everyone expects you to be aware of that.

He will eat it.

Legitimately.

It’s unavoidable.

Not directly, mostly, but it will happen as you grow closer.

It’s more noticeable when it’s your turn to cook. The brothers feel the visceral need to implement a new rule where you are obligated to wear a hairnet whenever you’re in the kitchen. Obviously, accidents still happen and threads of hair still fall to the simmering pots and pans in the stove while you’re distracted.

And Beel will be the only one to not realise. Thinking it’s just a really long and thin noodle, he will slurp that strand and enjoy it while everyone stares at him in horror.

His sin is a blessing in disguise.

Another example takes place when you’re close enough to share a bed; a situation you need to be careful with.

It improves if you braid your hair or if you use a bonnet at night, keeping it guarded and safe from the tossing and the fraction with the bedsheets, but the risk of it being mistaken for some weird-shaped food still exists.

On the other hand, if your hair is loose while you sleep for whatever reason, you can kiss it goodbye; since Beel will probably want to cuddle you and your impressive mane will inevitably directly be in his face.

He nibbles in his sleep, what can we do about it?

Diavolo

He is amazed by the beauty of it; it’s mesmerizing.

Of course, he has seen plenty of demons and witches with hair as long as yours, a symbol of beauty alone and power in the hierarchy of nobility; although that last one is tied to old customs, since the longer the hair the more time and servants you had to take care of it.

And you attend to it on your own? That’s impressive!

He wants to know everything, hence the huge amount of questions in so little time, almost like an eager child on a school trip to the zoo; shining bright eyes focused entirely on you and fingers twitching to grab a lock and softly stretch it until the very end.

If you let him do just that, he will treat it like a delicate treasure, never pulling harshly and observing with care. He doesn’t bother hiding the blush on his cheeks or the warmth in his gaze, mainly because he wants you to know how much affection he guards for you and how much he loves being able to be so close.

It’s a true pity you don’t have horns. Some demons use theirs as support for their hair, coiling it around them and making interesting designs.

He could give you a crown, though.

Show him what you can do with it.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[gothghostiie]

Please plase please, i really want to stop thinking. I am so stressed in the last period of time, maybe maybe can you do task 141 thinking for reader? Like totally domination, make it smut or fluff or both idk, only just a little dumbification.

Thank you in advance, love your writting style 💓👏🏻

that's so real bestie

cw: dumbification, poly!141, some nsfw hints

The boys absolutely love belittling you to tease, but especially when you ask for it - that's their collective heaven. Having their pretty little thing all at their mercy, getting to make sure they don't have to use their pretty head?? how could they ever decline your wishes?

It starts with when you get up, soap secretly turns off your alarm. all confused and sleep drunken while price gets you out of bed and dressed for the day - gaz picked your outfit out earlier - followed by being fed by him. ghost picked out a little breakfast array for you, making sure you get what you need. Once you've woken up a bit more, Ghost is also the one to take you out on a little walk, showing your little outfit off to everyone on base. stops to have a chat with some people, answering for you whenever someone talks to you.

Price takes you over soon after, taking you in with him and to his office. letting you sit in his lap while he does paperwork, giving you something easy to do - video games, hell even some colouring if you like that. whenever you peer at his papers he redirects your head, giving you a gentle warning to keep your eyes on your things, not his.

Soap takes you to lunch, picking food out for you and feeding you again. if you complain he shushes you, telling you a sweet thing like you simply can't do these things by yourself!! you're such a silly thing to even think you can do these simple things by yourself. takes you to his room to snuggle for a bit, watching some mindless TV with you until Ghost comes knocking on his door.

Ghost takes over until its bed time, he's the only one to give you some choices - but in the end he'll decide what's good for a stupid little angel like you. likes to dote on you in his time with you, spoiling you with some online shopping while rubbing your back (he's not afraid to 'correct your behaviour' if he notices you think a little too much), likes showing you off in the common room to other people on base. last thing he does before dinner is taking you to have a bath, washing you, don't you dare try to do it yourself.

last one is Gaz, taking you out for dinner - you know the drill by now - then back to his room. picks a movie for you to watch with him, cuddling and holding you, might put his fingers in your mouth to keep your head distracted, giving you something else to focus your pretty head on. also gets you ready for bed, picking out pyjamas for you, brushing your teeth for you etc, before taking you to say goodnight and get your little goodnight kiss (or pounding) from everyone before putting you to bed.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

hi hi sheep!! congrats on 300 followers!! 🎉🎉💕

i’d like to try my luck on the gacha for clubwear jamil please!

Floyd Leech: Slam Dunk

Hello Ian! ☆

Thank you so much for pulling on the Gacha of Love ♡ I'm sorry to say that you lost the 50/50, but congrats on getting Club Wear Floyd! Here is your card, enjoy! ♡ (Thank you Ian!! ♡ Funnily enough it landed on Kalim, but he was already requested, so I spun the wheel again and it was Floyd lol ♡)

If you would like to pull on the Gacha of Love too, you can find the event here ♡

Note: For this fic, Floyd (along with Ace and Jamil) are professional basketball players, and the Reader works at a coffee shop they frequently go to (in disguise/with their identities hidden) ♡

There was a new billboard outside the coffee shop, across the street near the high way. It was advertising a new sports drink, the sign rotating between different athletes posing with it. When work was slow, you and your coworker would look out the window, curious to see who was next.

"Ah, look! It's him! That guy you like!" your coworker shouted, pointing towards the sign. The billboard showed a tall man with different colored eyes, smile full of sharp teeth as he held the drink near his mouth. He was dressed in a basketball uniform, wearing a sweatband on his head and wrists. His jersey number and name was written below his picture, along with the name of the sports drink.

#10, Floyd Leech - sponsored by Electric

For shockingly good energy!

Your face heats up at their words, staring at the billboard for a moment before nudging their side. They laugh at your reaction, heading back behind the counter when a customer enters. You glance out the window, looking at him one last time before shaking your head, getting back to work.

It all started a few months ago, back when your coworker won tickets to a game happening close by. You agreed to go with them after their friend cancelled at the last minute, feeling bad as they scrambled to find someone. You weren't really a big fan of sports, having only seen clips online. You didn't want to disappoint them though, saying yes when you would have preferred to stay home.

The stadium was packed as you found your seats, close to the court in the VIP section. There was one player in particular you couldn't take your eyes off of, mesmerized by his skill. He was wild, unpredictable, even to his teammates. Rushing off and doing his own thing.

Your eyes would meet throughout the game, a grin coming to his face as he stared back at you. He seemed to enjoy your attention, taking the game more seriously as he continued to act out. He would ignore his teammates, making hook shots and dunks as the other team tried to stop him. He would look towards you after every basket, curious to see your reaction.

His teammates finally put a stop to it, having him sit on the bench until he was willing to cooperate. He didn't seem to mind at first, spending his time looking over his shoulder, waving to where you sat behind him. Soon he grew restless, becoming frustrated as he longed to be back on the court.

"Who's that?" you ask your coworker, pointing to where he sat.

"Oh, number 10? That's Floyd Leech, the team's wild card. He's really good on the court, though how he plays depends on his mood." your coworker responded, looking towards Floyd before focusing back on the game. You did your best to concentrate on the game too, watching a player with ginger hair slip past his opponents as he made his way to the basket.

While his teammates were good, you weren't drawn to them like you were Floyd, the image of his grinning face flashing in your mind. Sooner than you thought the game was over, watching as they celebrated their victory. Floyd's mood had improved since he was able to go back on the court before the game ended, cheering along with his team.

Your eyes meet one last time, right as you went to leave. You were surprised when he called out to you, grin on his face as he waved you goodbye.

"See ya around, Nickname~ Next game's in 2 weeks, got it?" he says, continuing to wave as he walked away. You stood there shocked as your coworker shook your shoulder, practically vibrating with excitement at what happened.

From then on, you and coworker would find tickets to each game in your tip jar, leaving you in disbelief every time you found one. The tickets were always in the VIP section, and (depending on the location) included enough money for a nice hotel and plane tickets.

You didn't want the tickets to go to waste, making sure to attend each game, taking your coworker with you. With each game was more glances, eyes meeting with grins full of sharp teeth.

You're broken out of your thoughts as another customer enters the shop, getting your attention.

"Hey, Name!" a man says, holding his hand up in greeting. He's dressed in a hoodie and sweats, a mask over his face and hood covering his hair.

"Oh, Cherry! How are you? Haven't seen you in a while." you ask, moving to prepare his order. He was a regular at the shop, always getting a latte and a slice of cherry pie. You weren't sure what his name was, but he was always nice, and seemed to enjoy the silly nicknames you would give him.

"Oh, ya know. Been busy with work." he responds, waving to your coworker as they walk by.

"Do you wanna meet Name's boyfriend?" your coworker suddenly asks, giving you a teasing look as they point towards the window. You shake your head, doing your best to deny their words as he walked towards the glass.

"Boyfriend?" he questions, confused by what they meant. They walk over next to him, pointing towards the billboard as his eyes widen in realization.

"Ah, I see..." he says, amused. He appeared smug as he gave you a knowing look, making you wonder what kind of expression he had under his mask.

"Personally, I prefer Ace" he states, heading back to the counter to get his drink and pie. He nods his head goodbye as he leaves, never able to stay long. From what he's told you his job seems pretty demanding, always away on business trips.

It's not until later that you hear your coworker gasp, looking in your tip jar to find two more tickets. Along with the tickets is someone's number, written next to a drawing of an eel ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[umemiyan]

i’m thinking of a specific version of sugar baby/house husband satoru who’s the type to sit on a floatie in the pool and stroke his dick, not caring if the stuck-up neighbors hear him. he walks around in his boxers and slippers—maybe a flimsy button-up that’s not closed or covering anything at all. he goes out and checks the mail or walks the dog with a soda in his hand and waves at people with a weird smile on his face as if they don’t know what it sounds like when he gets himself off (or when he gets you off)

he flirts with meemaws at the grocery store at 10am (if he gets up that early) because they all think he’s big and strong and handsome when he gets heavy or high items down from the shelf for them. he sits in his underwear at the computer and plays video games with foreign teenagers online.

he goes out shopping and tries on like 80 different outfits (including strange hats/skirts/dresses/etc.) and takes a bajillion photos, some of which he sends to you. catfishes creepy guys online and argues with people on reddit for fun.

he decides to paint the mailbox weird colors or work on a scrapbook he plans to give you one day. doordashes ice cream and laundry detergent because he forgot to get some at the store (and he was craving sweets). he lets the neighbor girls play with his hair and put makeup on him before someone sees and says “don’t play with that man, he’s weird,” but he would never do anything to them. burns a batch of cookies because his foreign online gaming bff braxton from california said he needed him for a last-minute raid.

he puts on a random dress from the closet and dances weirdly around the house to loud music while he cleans up the mess he mostly made. stands in the middle of the living room and rubs one out to a photo of you because he just had the sudden urge (and now he has another mess to clean up). has to set a timer to make sure to start thawing the chicken early for dinner because he started a new drama show and keeps forgetting, and you’re starving when you come home.

does any of that on a given day but when you ask him what he does while you’re at work he just says:

[shitsndgiggs]

Heyy love your Storlien i was wondering if you could do a Story with kenan yildiz where the reader ignores kenan as a prank I would love for this story to be kinda long and for it to continue throughout the day

Got inspired by the prank stories you have done recently! Been loving those

Please consider this one 🙏🩷

IGNORING HIM - KENAN YILDIZ

Ignoring Kenan as a prank

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Kenan's arm was draped over my waist, his usual way of waking up, pulling me closer for a morning cuddle. "Morning, babe," he mumbled sleepily, his voice husky with sleep.

Normally, I’d respond with a sweet “morning” and a kiss, but today, I decided to play a little prank I’d seen online. I was going to ignore him all day. Just to see how he'd react.

I turned over, facing away from him, and stared at the wall, suppressing a smile. There was a beat of silence before Kenan’s grip on my waist loosened slightly.

He propped himself up on one elbow, confusion evident in his voice as he asked, "Babe? Everything okay?"

I bit my lip to keep from laughing and just stayed silent, pretending to be lost in thought.

Kenan frowned, leaning over to try and catch my gaze. "Did I do something?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned now.

Without a word, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my phone, and headed to the bathroom, leaving Kenan behind in a state of complete bewilderment.

The morning progressed with Kenan trailing behind me like a lost puppy, his confusion turning into mild panic. I went about my routine, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, all without acknowledging him.

Kenan was relentless, though. He followed me into the kitchen, his eyes searching my face for any sign of what was wrong. "Babe, seriously, talk to me. Did I forget something? Are you mad at me?"

I busied myself with scrambling eggs, ignoring the pleading tone in his voice. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I could tell Kenan was nearing his limit. He suddenly walked up beside me, pulling out his wallet and handing me his credit card with a hopeful smile. "Here, take my card. Go shopping, or get whatever you want, okay? Just please talk to me."

The sight of his bribe nearly broke my resolve. I had to turn away and pretend to focus on the stove to stop myself from bursting out laughing. I took the card, just to play along, but still didn’t say a word.

Kenan watched me, waiting for a reaction, but when none came, he let out a heavy sigh. "You’re killing me here, you know that?" he muttered, retreating to the table to eat the breakfast I placed in front of him.

As the day went on, Kenan’s worry started to turn into frustration. He tried everything—offering to take me out for lunch, suggesting we watch my favorite movie, even proposing a spontaneous day trip to the beach.

But I stayed strong, only glancing at him briefly before continuing to ignore him.

By the afternoon, Kenan had had enough. He cornered me in the living room, gently grabbing my shoulders. "Okay, seriously, what’s going on? You’ve been ignoring me all day. Just tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it. Whatever it is, I’ll make it right."

I almost caved then, seeing the genuine worry in his eyes. But instead, I just gave him a small smile and walked past him, heading toward the bedroom.

Kenan stood there, stunned for a moment, before letting out a groan of frustration. "Fine! You want to ignore me? Two can play that game!" he shouted after me.

That’s when Kenan decided to get petty. As evening approached, he started ignoring me back.

At first, it was kind of funny, but then he got really into it, going out of his way to avoid looking at me, answering in short, clipped tones whenever I tried to engage.

At dinner, he didn’t even sit next to me. He plopped down on the far end of the couch, scrolling through his phone like I wasn’t even there.

I couldn’t help but smile at how dramatic he was being, but it was clear he was getting more annoyed by the minute.

Finally, as we were getting ready for bed, Kenan threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. "I give up! What did I do? Just tell me, please!"

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The sight of him so worked up, with that cute pout on his face, was too much. I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach as I tried to explain.

"It was a prank, Kenan! I was just messing with you!"

Kenan stared at me in disbelief for a moment before a slow grin spread across his face. "Are you serious? You ignored me all day just to mess with me?"

I nodded, still laughing. "I saw it online and thought it would be funny."

Kenan shook his head, chuckling as he pulled me into his arms. "You’re something else, you know that? But don’t think I’m letting you off that easy."

I looked up at him, curious. "What do you mean?"

He smirked, leaning in close. "Oh, I’m definitely getting my revenge tomorrow. Just you wait."

I playfully shoved him, but Kenan just laughed, pulling me into bed and wrapping me up in his arms.

[justanothersetofholes123]

Dream first date

I meet up with a man from the internet, no idea what his face looks like. I get a cheap hotel room and get a doormat and leave a key under the doormat for him and go inside to wait.

Before he arrives I strip naked, put on a blind fold, pour out some rice and kneel on the dirty hotel floor in the painful rice and wait, mouth open tongue out.

He might be an hour late or 4. Who cares.

When he gets there he walks in and doesn't speak. I'm kneeling, shaking from the pain. He grabs my hair and wretches my head back and spits in my mouth, that's my hello.

He gropes me and fingers me and inspects me as I kneel. When he's done he slaps me around to see how I take it. He then pushes my head down and with no lube, or warning begins to fuck my dry ass. I cry but you punch the back of my head and tell me to hold still until you cum. Then you make me stay kneeling in rice with cum dripping from my ass.

Then he goes to the bed and lays down. My phone is on the nightstand unlocked, with my unlocked laptop and he goes through them while laying on the comfy bed and I stay kneeling in the rice. He goes through my purse. Takes my ID, my social security card, my borth cirtoficate. He finds my wallet full of cash, he told me to cash my check before showing up. It's my rent and bill money but he takes it.

He goes through my credit cards and uses my laptop to do some online shopping. He buys shit for himself or other girls he's with and I just listen to the keyboard knowing he's spending my money. He'll tell me every time he makes a purchase. "There goes another $575 for a Dimond necklace for my other girlfriend," and "there goes 2,000 for a new gaming system for me," and "oooops that card is all maxed out. Too bad." And I hear the scissors as he cuts it up and moves on to another card.

When he's done maxing out all my credit cards he goes on my laptop to check my bank balances and browse my social media. He might post on there, I won't know for hours.

Once he's bored he will walk over to me and fuck my throat while he looks at pics of my little sister on Facebook or my best friend on Instagram. When he cums he'll begin pissing down my throat then go back and sit down and transfer money from my bank account to his. "Oh poor piggy, I took every cent you have," You'll tell me while I sob.

After you'll walk back to me and see my Dimond tennis bracelet, my sapphire earrings and necklace, and my wedding ring. All gifts from my late husband. You'll rip the necklace off me while I cry. Take off the earrings and bravelet and then make me take off my ring and hand it to you. I don't need it anymore I'm yours now.

You'll then make me get dressed and drag me roughly your car and take me to a pawn shop and make me go in and sell them all. When I come out sobbing with the ticket you'll burn it and use it to light your cigarette.

When you're done you'll put out your cigarette on my nipple and my new life will begin.

[zorosdimples]

obey me brothers x reader⌇ tw: yandere elements, pseudocest, dubcon/noncon (it isn’t clear), tiny mention of monsterfucking. reader is initially gn but forced into a female role.

You’re mysteriously whisked away to the Devildom and forced to live with the seven avatars of sin; however, you aren’t there under the guise of an exchange student program, and you certainly aren’t enrolled in classes at RAD. Instead, you take up the role of the brothers’ departed and beloved sibling: Lilith.

Through Diavolo, Lucifer discovered that you are one of Lilith’s descendants. To appease his twisted desire for a “complete” family, he convinced the demon price to allow you to take up permanent residence in the House of Lamentation. And though none of the brothers actually share flesh and blood—nor you with them—they insist that they feel a kinship with you.

Lilith’s perfectly preserved bedroom is yours. They call you by her name and throw away all of your possessions so that you have to dress as she once did. In a home full of demons, you look like an angel, her pearly robes the only bright spot amidst the foreboding interior, the gauzy garments much too revealing for your taste. But you look just like her, Asmo croons. Beel licks your cheek (you taste just like her, too).

But perhaps even stranger than the brothers forcing you to fill the role of their dead sister—forcing you to walk like her and talk like her and act like her—is your mandated “bonding time” with the brothers.

Every day, they each get an entire hour with you to do whatever it is that they please. It often goes like this: Lucifer chats with you in his study over coffee and classical music; Mammon shops with you online or turns on a movie; Levi ropes you into two player games; Satan reads books to you; Asmo gives you makeovers; Beel drags you either to the kitchen or to the home gym; Belphie naps in your lap as you tell him bedtime stories.

But things look different when the brothers are feeling pent up. And for some reason—biological or calculated you have no idea—their sexual frustration always seems to always coincide. Then, you have seven hours of uninterrupted “playtime,” the duration of which you’ve never remained fully conscious.

Because each demon intends to use his entire allotted hour down to the millisecond, pushing your delicate human body to the limit. Whether it’s on a tongue that resembles a tentacle, clawlike fingers, or a cock bigger than your forearm, you will come so many times that all you can remember—all you can dream of—is how they call you...

Lilith. Sweet, sweet Lilith.

[mistydeyes]

annual halloween costume contest

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summary: Although Halloween is more of an American tradition, you are more than excited to dress up with your boyfriend for the spooky day!

pairing: Task Force 141 x reader

warnings: none

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! literally just recovering from a four day bender of wigs, costumes, and spooky themed drinks so enjoy this lil image + hc

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John Price

Historic couples, sentiments of romance, and classic badasses! John would chuckle a bit at the idea but after you showed a few ideas you had been collecting, he could be convinced. His participation in the little game of dress up would most definitely result in plenty of pictures of you two on his phone (and god help if any of the others find them).

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

It is either the cheesiest couple's costume that makes others gag (think cupid or gods + goddesses) or a walking shit post. You two would laugh when making your costumes or while doing some online shopping. Every so often, you would smack him slightly over his loud comments and the ensuing hilarity. The team would be slightly curious at your schemes but you would promise them a surprise. When the day finally came, the room would simply roll their eyes when they see you appear with him as a moth and you as the light source.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Classic, pop culture costumes of great couples! Kyle would smile widely at the offer and immediately begin brainstorming with you. Don't be surprised if he's been thinking about this since he was young, this man grew up with superheroes ranging from Star Wars (the prequels) to Marvel. You take the absolute best photos together and even see some of your photos across Pinterest ;)

Simon "Ghost" Riley

No. Simon doesn't do costumes. You would show him a picture of some simple makeup you saw and he would just respond with a quiet yet honest, "no."

[6okuto]

GOOD WITH KIDS

ushijima, suna, hinata, akaashi, sakusa, kita, atsumu with their kids ^__< reader is never mentioned so u can imagine them as single dads if u'd like 🫶

USHIJIMA’s tall, to say the least. his daughter finds this incredibly beneficial to her every few days. all she has to do is walk up to his spot on the couch and look a little fidgety, biting her bottom lip, for wakatoshi to smile. “is something high up again?” “yeah…the cereal’s on the top shelf again! i didn’t put it there last time though, i swear.” she furrows her brows as her dad stands up to his full height. “well, let’s get it down from there together, then.” he easily pulls her into his arms and she giggles, maneuvering her way to sit on his shoulders with practiced ease. “make sure not to bump your head,” he reminds her, slowly walking to the kitchen. “i won’t!” she carefully holds onto him, and wakatoshi’s glad she hasn’t figured out he’s the one who’s been putting things high up whenever she’s finished with them.

SUNA holds his daughter's hand, his phone with two tickets to the barbie movie open in the hand that's free. they had gotten ready together—rintarou had let her put her cutest pink clips into his hair, and made sure to get a shirt that matched the shade of her dress. he took her to buy a whole outfit for the occasion, from the dress to her bag to her shoes. the pair had taken photos and videos, one currently posted on his story that had her face out of view, but bow in her hair shown off. “can i get the barbie popcorn combo, too?” she asks in line. “yeah, you wanna get a photo with the barbie cut-out after?” “yeah, yeah! she looks so pretty.” rintarou hums and lets her swing their arms back and forth, careful not to hit the people around them. “i think you’re even prettier, though.”

HINATA has always supported his son in decorating and expressing himself, which is why when he wanted to decorate his room, he couldn’t say no, even with his lack of artistic skills. instead, they worked together to fill online shopping carts with different merchandise and furniture and got temporary wallpaper that would fit the bill. a couple of weeks later, and now shoyo finds himself sitting on the ground setting up a new desk, surrounded by boxes and different figures that will hopefully fill the bookshelf they built a few hours earlier. “dad?” “yeah?” “do you think i could get some of your team’s stuff, too?” “my—” shoyo fumbles with the screw in his hand in shock. “like, like your shirt? or something signed by uncle bokuto?” the question could make shoyo cry, he thinks, and he makes a noise of excited agreement. “of course you can! do you want to check my old high school stuff, too?”

AKAASHI’s a fan of thunderstorms. his daughter on the other hand, is not. so he’s made it a little game. they’re sitting together in a blanket fort, legs touching and hands on their lap.she fidgets slightly at the sight of the lightning, but starts to count out loud for the thunder. “one, two, three, four…” keiji joins and they watch each other carefully. at eight, the thunder rumbles the house and his daughter reaches over—not for a hug or comfort, but to try tickling her dad who does the same. she squeals as he reaches for her sides, and keiji laughs as she, maybe a little aggressively, tickles him back. when he picks her up to sit her on his lap, she yells, “no fair! that’s cheating!” between giggles and yelps. in mock indignation, keiji replies, “cheating? i would never do that.” yet stops anyway. his daughter jokingly huffs. “i’m gonna get you next time.”

SAKUSA’s eyes widen as his daughter runs up to him, only to hide behind his legs. instinctively, his hand moves to hold and comfort her as he scans the park for what could have scared her. it’s when two large dogs bark that he spots them playing with each other and the dots click. he turns to squat in front of his daughter, who looks at him with wide eyes and a pout that make his heart clench. “dad,” she says softly. “hm?” “do you think i could play with the dogs? they’re…big.” she sends a pointed look to other kids walking up to the owner and their pets. kiyoomi hums again and gently rubs her shoulder. “ it looks like they’re being nice with the other kids, right? why don’t we go together and ask?” his daughter nods and grabs his hand, and kiyoomi’s eyes crinkle as he smiles before walking over with her.

KITA’s son is adamant that his bed is the comfiest in the house. shinsuke’s happy to hear this, of course, even if he’d have to personally disagree. he’s about to rest in your own bedroom, when his son catches up to him in the hall. “do you wanna try my bed?” shinsuke blinks, processing the question. he laughs a little. “i don’t think i’d fit properly.” “we can both fit!” and before he can object, his son is pulling him into his bedroom and onto the bed that was definitely not made for the two of them to fit. but something tells him that he won’t get out of this easily, so he lets out a breathy laugh before crawling in, leaving space for his son to curl in with him. his back will probably hurt a little when he wakes up, but he pulls the blanket over the both of them anyway with a soft smile on his face.

ATSUMU rolls up his sleeves and pretends to crack his knuckles. “y’ready?” “yeah!” his son says with determination. the carnival game worker counts down, and they both get ready with their basketballs. the grand prize, the largest teddy bear, was locked behind a rigged basketball hoop, but the two of them refused to give up. and apparently atsumu’s mind is on another level right now, honed in as he succeeds with most of his tosses, and gets the last needed shot for that damned bear. “dad! you did it!” his son cheers and excitedly pulls on his arm. “ha! and who said i couldn’t play a sport other than volleyball?” “...no one?” “aw, come on,” atsumu whines, “work with me here!” the both of them are play-fighting when the worker manages to get the bear down and hand it to them. there’s huge grins on both of their faces as they shout a thanks. “can i put it in my room?” “and hide this success? it’s goin’ in the living room.” “you can do that?” “majority of the family says yes, we can do anythin’.”

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[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley goes on another unremarkable date before heading home early. You stay and have a drink with him while you fix up his dating profile. Maybe now he will find some more compatible matches. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley started his Friday morning the same way he always did; by running around the house in a complete disarray. 

"Noah, eat your waffles. We're going to be late," he said, his flight suit hanging halfway off his torso. 

"I want cereal," he whined, and Bradley ran his hands over his face and sighed. Then he got a bowl of cereal ready and finished eating the waffles himself.

After burning his tongue on coffee that was way too hot and eating a handful of sour blueberries, Bradley was hauling Noah out to the Bronco and buckling him in. 

"Is my babysitter coming again?" Noah asked on the way to daycare. He had been asking Bradley that all week. 

"You had a lot of fun with her?" he asked as he pulled into the parking lot. "You liked her?"

"Yeah. Bring her back."

Bradley smiled and then he cringed. He liked you, too. And he'd made a complete ass of himself, flirting with you like you and he were the same age. You'd been sweet about it though. He wouldn't do it again. 

"She's going to come over again tonight," Bradley told his son as they walked into the daycare. "You can play with her all you want."

At least Noah looked happy about it. Bradley had mixed feelings about the way he would be spending his evening. He was going out with a woman from the app, his first foray into online dating. Her photos looked nice, and she was a thirty-four year old publicist. He had no idea what he was going to talk to her about, but he was meeting her at a sleek martini bar at her suggestion. He didn't even like martinis. 

"Bye, bub," Bradley said, kissing Noah and dashing back out to make it to base on time. 

And of course he was already starving again. He kept meaning to leave some snacks in the car since he was always running all over town. The first person he saw as his stomach growled was Nat.

"Did you not eat breakfast?" she asked as they walked across the tarmac. 

"I don't have any food at my house, and I don't have time to go grocery shopping," he growled, grabbing a smashed granola bar out of his helmet bag. "And I can't go tonight, because I have a date from that fucking app you put on my phone!"

Bradley was absolutely not in the mood to go on this date. However, Nat looked delighted.

"That's great!"

"Is it? Is it really? Because I'm meeting her at a fancy martini bar. I don't like martinis, and I don't like getting dressed up."

Nat rolled her eyes. "It's your first date using the app. It'll be fine."

Bradley headed straight for his F/A-18 and started to climb into the cockpit. He had the fleeting thought that he would rather be at home all evening, coloring and eating those peanut butter covered carrot sticks with you and Noah. 

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You woke up late on Greyson's couch with a stiff neck and a growling stomach. As you walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water before leaving for your first class, you found Greyson, hungover and eating Cheetos. 

"Hey," he groaned, holding his head. "You coming back over tonight."

"No," you told him, reaching for a glass. "I'm babysitting later."

He pouted in a way that you used to think was adorable when you and he were in a relationship. "But we didn't even get to mess around last night," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

You managed to slip out of his grip before he got Cheeto gunk all over you. "Don't ask me to come over anymore if you're just planning on playing video games."

He just looked at you like you had two heads. "Isn't our arrangement to have fun together? You could have played too."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll text you when I'm free, Greyson. Maybe we can hang out then." 

You ducked into his bathroom to get changed and get ready to go, and you just knew stopping for coffee wasn't going to be an option. You would have to hope like hell that you'd have time to get coffee and something to eat when you left campus and headed to Bradley's house later. 

You already really liked it there. None of his mugs matched. The area rug in the living room had a snag in it. Noah had colored on the wall in the hallway. It was cozy, cluttered and lived in. And you liked the way Bradley and Noah filled the space. 

"Stop thinking about him," you mumbled as you drove yourself to class. 

Your day went by in a blur. You'd managed to get a snack and some coffee around lunchtime, but your last lecture ran late. You had the choice to stop for food or get yourself cleaned up a bit before heading to Bradley's house. 

"Stop thinking about him!" you mumbled again as you stopped in a bathroom to fix your lipgloss and your hair. Surprisingly, you didn't actually look too bad for having slept on a couch. And now you could just make yourself some coffee in Bradley's kitchen using one of his silly mugs. 

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Bradley ran through the locker room like it was a race.

"What's your problem, Rooster?" Hangman asked him, looking like he had whiplash as Bradley dashed past.

"I've got more than one, I can assure you," Bradley grumbled, pulling on clean underwear, gym shorts and a tank. "I need to stop for groceries and get Noah and be home by 6. See you on Monday."

He only had time to stop at the store he didn't like, but it was on his way to get Noah. He grabbed some fruit, macaroni and cheese, a few frozen meals, pasta sauce, and French vanilla coffee creamer. Then he picked up Noah, out of breath by the time he was buckling him into his carseat. 

"Can we see the babysitter now?" Noah asked with a smile. 

Bradley kissed his forehead. "Yeah, bub. We can go see her now." Bradley was almost as excited about the idea as Noah was. 

Your car was already there when he pulled into his driveway at 6:15. Shit, he had told you he would have dinner ready for you. Fuck, he was supposed to meet his date in less than an hour. 

"Let's go inside," Bradley said, scooping Noah up with one arm and carrying the groceries and his flight suit in the other. You must have let yourself in, because the door was unlocked. "It's just us," he called out, and you poked your head out of the kitchen. Bradley was already grinning as you smiled at both of them and came to get Noah from him. 

"Hey, Noah. Ready to color again?" you asked, taking the child in your arms. Bradley's heart skipped around awkwardly as you smiled at him over your shoulder on your way back to the kitchen. That lipgloss was like a beacon, and he followed right behind you. 

"I started making dinner," you told him. "I hope you don't mind."

Mind? Bradley couldn't think of anything better than you, coloring with Noah and making dinner. 

"I'm sorry. I was supposed to have done that."

You just shrugged and set Noah down on one of the kitchen chairs. There was an assortment of coloring and craft supplies in front of him, and he got right to work. 

"I figured you two got held up. I'm just making spaghetti, nothing crazy." Bradley watched you stir the noodles. Usually when he did that, they ended up in a gigantic clump. 

"Well, thanks. I did get some pasta sauce. And I think there are some meatballs in the freezer. Oh, and this is for you."

He watched you turn to face him, and your eyes lit up when he handed you the coffee creamer. It was as if he'd just handed you a bouquet of flowers or twenty bucks. 

"Thank you," you sighed softly. "I didn't get enough coffee today."

Bradley turned on the coffee maker for you. "That's pretty much the only thing I always have here. Drink as much as you want, please." He ran his hand through his messy hair. "I could use some too, I think."

"What time is your date?" you asked, turning toward Noah and finding him coloring the page with the hippos on it. 

Bradley's eyes went wide. "I have to be there in thirty minutes," he said, grimacing as you strained the pasta. 

You laughed. "Guys have it so easy. You can throw on some jeans and a nice shirt. Run your fingers through your hair, and bam, you're ready to go out."

He watched you work from behind, taking in your jean shorts and tee shirt. He should really be getting ready to go, but he didn't want to move away from you. "Nah, women have it easier."

You looked up at him over your shoulder again, something that already made Bradley smile. 

"Now this reasoning, I've just got to hear," you said, raising one eyebrow.

"Guys don't need a lot to work with. Makeup and all that stuff? Don't need it. Is it nice sometimes? Sure, I guess. But just hanging out at home, eating popcorn in my pajamas with the right girl sounds pretty good right now."

"Yeah," you agreed, scooping spaghetti into three bowls. "It does. Maybe that's what Noah and I will do later."

And now Bradley was jealous of his three year old child. 

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You watched Bradley inhale a bowl of plain spaghetti in his fitted jeans and blue dress shirt. He looked like any woman's dream date, and you were sure he would end up scoring a second date if he wanted one. 

"Bye, bub. Be good," he said, kissing Noah on his forehead. And when he took a step closer to you, a brief flash of him kissing you on your forehead crossed your mind. You bit your lip to keep from gasping, and his eyes tracked the motion. 

When Bradley's lips parted before he swallowed hard, you had to reach behind you for the edge of the counter. 

"I'll have my phone on. Not sure how long I'll be out. Should be home by ten?"

"Sounds good," you told him in a soft breathy voice. "No rush."

As he was turning to leave he reminded you, "Seriously, you're welcome to eat or drink anything you find."

You just nodded as he strolled through the living room and left to go make some other woman feel like she just won the lottery. 

"Hey Noah, wanna sing some songs while I do some meal prepping for you guys?" you asked. 

He was now sitting in the middle of the floor with his blocks out. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!"

"Good choice." You sang song after song, occasionally stopping to help him with his building projects. You sipped your coffee out of a mug that said My best friend went to Glacier Bay and only bought me this stupid mug while you portioned out spaghetti and meatballs. At least this way Noah and Bradley would have something to get them through the weekend. 

You found some frozen chicken, and next time you could make them some fajitas or something with it. But this was the saddest kitchen you had ever seen. Well maybe besides Greyson's. 

And that was the first time you had thought about him all day. You hadn't stopped thinking about Bradley and Noah. 

"Another song!" Noah exclaimed, and you started Old MacDonald for him. You put the containers of spaghetti into the refrigerator and sat on the floor with your mug of coffee. After building a few towers, you got Noah to agree to make some construction paper crafts. 

"Can you make me a dog?" he asked, and you made him a sad looking red dog. That was followed by a weird looking yellow cat and a blue moose. 

"Let's make you a crown so you can be Prince Noah," you said, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead. He looked a lot like Bradley. He was so cute, you wondered what his mom looked like. You wondered what happened to her. She didn't seem to be involved at all, and Bradley never talked about her. 

"And you can be a Princess!" he shouted. 

"Sure," you said with a laugh. And half an hour later, there was a mess of construction paper all over the floor and a giggling child in your arms. 

"We can watch one short cartoon, and then it's your bedtime," you told him. He already looked sleepy, and he couldn't stop yawning. He sat next to you on the couch with his yellow crown crooked on his head. Your own purple crown was a little crooked too, but you didn't want to take it off yet. 

You didn't want to bother Bradley on his date, but you snapped a quick photo of Noah in his crown and texted it to him. You got an immediate text back.

Bradley Bradshaw: He looks cute. Where's your crown?

You pressed your lips together. Should you send him a selfie while he was on a date? Before you could change your mind, you took one and checked it before sending it to him as well. 

Bradley Bradshaw: A crown fit for a princess.

You led Noah into the bathroom to get ready for bed with a gigantic smile on your face. You helped him brush his teeth and get changed into pajamas. You read him three books and got him a sip of water, but you were still smiling. 

"Let's leave your crown on your dresser," you told Noah, gently taking it off his head as he sank back onto his pillow. "Good night," you whispered, but he was already falling asleep. 

You felt soft and warm inside as you cleaned up the mess on the kitchen floor. You emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the counters. You picked up the toys on the living room floor. When you opened up a bag of Skittles and just started to settle in with a textbook, you got another message. 

Bradley Bradshaw: I'll be home soon. Didn't want to scare you again.

It wasn't even 9 o'clock yet! Why was he already coming home? You weren't going to complain. The idea of him kissing his date goodnight or bringing her back here left a weird taste in your mouth. You popped a few Skittles to try to make it go away. 

A couple minutes later, when the front door opened, you nearly choked on your candy. God, he was so hot. He was carrying a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine, and you couldn't help but wish he'd invite you to hang out longer. 

"You're home so early," you said from your spot on the couch, and his eyes met yours immediately. "Was your date awful? Or did she take one look at you and bail?" you asked, barely able to contain your laughter as you adjusted your paper crown. 

His lips parted as he huffed out a laugh. Then he glared at you as he headed your way. "Okay, Princess. First of all, yes, she was awful."

You were about to ask what happened, but he continued on.

"And second, no woman has ever taken a look at me and decided not to come back for a second one." He was staring down at you on the couch, and now you couldn't remember what you were going to say. 

You pressed your lips together as heat flared through your body. "You know, I believe that," you said softly, making him chuckle. "What was wrong with her?"

He just shook his head and heaved a sigh. "Doesn't like kids."

You scoffed. "Well she'd like Noah if she gave him a chance. He's an angel."

Bradley smiled down at you before taking a seat on the couch so that his thigh was rubbing yours.

"Was he good tonight? No tears at bedtime?"

"Mmm, he was perfect," you managed to say as his body heat radiated through his pant leg.

"That's good. Hey, I need a drink. Do you want something?" he asked, holding up the wine and the beer. "I wasn't sure what you liked, but I sure as hell wasn't about to drink a thirty dollar martini."

He had thought about you when his date ended. He had thought about coming back here and having a drink with you. He had thought about what you might like. You needed to catch your breath. "Sure. I'll go grab some glasses." When you started to move, Bradley pressed the wine bottle against your leg.

"No, I'll go. You stay here."

You watched him walk away, and then you buried your face in your hands. You'd never make it out of here with your dignity intact if he kept being so sweet.

"You cleaned the kitchen," he called from the next room. He returned with two mismatched glasses and a corkscrew. "You didn't have to do that."

"I made you some meals, too. Your refrigerator reminds me of my ex-boyfriend's fraternity house," you said, pretending to shudder as he looked at you.

"Ex-boyfriend, huh? Is there a current one?"

You were going to melt. You were going to slide onto the floor and pass out. "No." You were surprised your voice came out as steady as it did. He looked pleased. He was smiling as he sat down next to you again.

"That's good. Wouldn't want to keep you here in the evenings and make him miss you. Wine or beer?"

It took you a second to realize he was asking you a question. "Um, wine." Your mouth felt dry as you watched him open the bottle and pour some for you. "So did you just ditch your date and stop at the liquor store?"

Bradley snorted as he poured himself some wine as well. "Pretty much. I should have known it would be bad from the get go, you know?" he asked, setting the bottle down and clinking his glass to yours. "She likes the opera and martini bars, and I... don't. Not that I can't hang, but I would just rather-"

"Eat popcorn on your couch in your pajamas. Yeah, I know," you said with a smirk. He just looked at you again like he couldn't quite make sense of you. "So where did you meet her anyway?" You picked up your bag of Skittles and ate a few before handing them to him.

"On an app," he said before he dumped a few directly into his mouth. 

"You're on a dating app?" You were surprised.

"Yep. My friend hijacked my phone and downloaded it. I don't even know what all she put in my profile." 

"Gimme your phone," you said, holding out your hand. "I want to see it."

He just entered his passcode and groaned. "Fine, but I get to finish the Skittles." He handed over his phone and then dumped all of the remaining candy into his mouth. You watched him chew for a moment before you looked down at his phone. 

"Holy shit," you whispered. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning a little closer to you.

"Nothing, it's just your photo."

"Is it bad? Nat said all my photos were terrible."

You laughed right at him. "No. It's very good."

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Bradley was not going to be able to keep his cool for much longer. He just sipped his wine, wishing there was more candy for him to stuff into his mouth. 

"It's good?" he asked you as you scrolled through his profile.

"Oh yeah. Both of them are. But you need more photos than just the two. Wait, golden retriever energy?" You burst out laughing and let your eyes wander all over his face. "Yeah, I can see that."

"I still don't understand what that means," he grumbled, leaning closer again as you opened the tab for his matches. 

"You have almost three hundred women trying to chat you up!" 

He just scratched his mustache. "I do? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Look," you said, holding the phone up. "That's insane. Didn't you set any filters?"

"Huh?"

"Filters," you mumbled. "There's gotta be... oh, here we go. You need filters. Otherwise you look desperate. Or like you just want to hook up." You met his eyes, seemingly searching for an answer.

"I'm not desperate. And I don't want to just hookup," he promised, leaning back against the couch and watching you work.

You leaned back too, nearly resting your face against his shoulder. He wished he could just match with you on the app and call it a day. 

"Okay, what's the age range you're into?" you asked softly, your purple crown sliding down a little bit on your forehead as you juggled his phone and your glass of wine. 

"Um, I guess my age?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "You're only interested in women who are specifically thirty-six years old?"

"Well, no. I guess broader than that," he replied. He was about to say twenty-five to forty, but he changed his mind at the last second. "How about twenty-four to forty?"

You looked at him and smiled. "Okay," you murmured, typing something into the app. "Now there's a little checklist where you can make different selections. Would you date someone with kids?"

"Yes."

"How about a smoker?"

"No."

"What about...." 

Bradley listened to you ask him each question, and he answered all of them for you. But he couldn't stop looking at you, curling up closer and closer to him. Your face was so cute and animated. Your eyes were so expressive.

"And now," you said, grinning at him. "It's time for some more pictures. You don't have any other photos saved to your phone?"

"You can look. But it's all just pictures of Noah," he said, realizing too late that when you opened his photo gallery, his most recent one was the selfie you sent him. 

"Oh," you whispered, grinning down at his phone before pressing your lips together. Bradley was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just let you swipe through his photos. "Mostly Noah," you said softly, still smiling at all of them. "Looks like I'll just have to take some."

You held up his phone and took a picture of him before he could stop you. "Oh, please don't post that," he told you, reaching for his phone, but you held it up over your head in an effort to keep it away from him.

"What? You looked okay," you said, glancing up at the screen. "It needs a little something extra though." Carefully, you removed your paper crown and set it on his head, your fingers brushing through his hair. They were gone in an instant, but now he was craving your touch. It was insane how close you were to him. You shouldn't be this close.

"How's it look?" he whispered.

"So cute," you said with a laugh, and he let you snap a photo. "We could post this one and say A Prince looking for his Princess."

"Absolutely not."

"Come on! I'm sure anyone would jump at the chance for a second or third date with that!"

Your whole face was lit up when you talked, and Bradley just wanted to play along. "Nope," he said. "It's your crown anyway. Maybe I'll just stick with calling you Princess." He gently set it on your head again, letting his fingers graze your hair. 

You sucked in a deep breath. "Only for you and Noah. He did tell me I was a pretty Princess earlier." 

Bradley wanted to kiss you. He really thought you would let him if he tried it. He let his knuckles brush against your cheek before he pulled his hand away, causing your eyes to flutter closed while your lips parted. 

"Looks better on you anyway," he whispered, memorizing the way your eyelashes brushed your cheek where his hand had just been. 

Why couldn't he feel even a fraction of this attraction to either of the women he'd gone on a proper date with? Women who were his age. What was he even thinking here?

It was as if you could read his mind when you opened your eyes. "Well, if you'd just sit nicely for me, I could take an additional photo for the app. That plus the filters should have you matching with people who you're more compatible with."

Bradley swallowed hard. "Fine," he agreed, and you were smiling so much, he couldn't help smiling too. When you showed him the photo, he had to agree that he looked pretty good, and then you were adding it to his profile.

"There," you said, finally handing back his phone as you stood and stretched in front of him. Your arms were high over your head, and your back was arched like some sort of depraved ballerina from his fantasies. Jesus, he knew he could get hard for you instantly, and that thought terrified him. 

"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice so deep and raspy.

"Now, instead of a million pointless messages and matches, hopefully you'll have a handful of good ones."

Your words made sense, and he mulled over them as you gathered up your things and headed to the front door. 

"You'll text me when you want me again?" you asked softly, and Bradley nearly moaned.

"I will," he agreed, closing and locking the door behind you with a soft groan.

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Good job, Princess. You just made him more likely to find a match online. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 4

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[drvirgus]

hiiii! can I request a sugar baby hanni x gp! reader? 🙏 thanks!

Hopefully you like it :)

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My Sugar Baby

Sugar Baby! Hanni X g!p Reader

wc: 1.2k

Warnings: Smut!!!

One Shot:

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My head immediately turned back to where my- I meant my Sugar Baby, dressed only in a bathrobe, came from the bedroom and rubbed her eyes sleepily. A smile spread across my lips as I watched Hanni slowly move toward me and promptly sit on my lap.

My right hand rested on her thighs while my other hand wrapped around her waist. "Good afternoon," I said with a smirk as I glanced briefly at the clock on my laptop and then back to the woman on my lap. A hum escaped her throat as she laid her head on my shoulder.

"What's wrong? Still tired?" I asked, giving the younger woman a kiss on the head. The college student only nodded, taking a deep breath and lifting her head to look into my eyes. "Do you... have to work today?" she asked more quietly, causing my eyebrow to twitch.

I knew that tone.

She wanted something.

A smile spread across my lips as I closed the laptop and focused solely on the woman on my lap. "What's today? Shopping?" I asked, making Hanni shake her head slightly, a smile on her lips. "Online shopping," she replied, raising my eyebrow.

"You want me to stop working for that?" I asked, which made Hanni grin. Her arms immediately wrapped around my neck. "Let's play a game," she suggested, regaining my lost interest. Hanni's grin widened.

"A game? What kind of game?" I asked, visibly intrigued, which made Hanni grin happily. "You buy me everything I put in the cart. The timer stops when one of us comes, as you fuck me from behind during that time," Hanni said, quite vulgarly but still seductively.

My breath caught, and my mouth opened as I looked across her entire face. "You won't be able to concentrate," I said, grinning, which only made Hanni laugh. "We'll see about that," she replied, challenging me simultaneously.

Sighing, I tapped her thigh so she would stand up. I grabbed the laptop and took it to the bedroom. I placed the laptop on the bed. Hanni immediately took off her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. Naked and completely exposed, she lay on her stomach and opened the laptop.

An amused laugh escaped my throat as I undressed. Almost immediately, I grasped my cock and kneeled on the bed. "Open," I ordered as I pressed the tip of my limp cock against Hanni's lips. Unlike usual, there was no foreplay with kissing; we just undressed directly. No wonder I wasn't aroused yet.

Hanni grinned slightly and opened her mouth, allowing me to slide my cock into it. A sigh escaped my lips as I felt the younger woman's warm, wet tongue on my cock. Hanni immediately began sucking, while her fingers navigated one of the shopping sites. Of course, she already knew in advance which sites she would shop on.

I could feel my cock growing harder. Fully aroused, I pulled it out of Hanni's mouth and moved to her thighs. My hands immediately kneaded her well-shaped ass as I rubbed my cock between her buttocks.

"Since I don't want you to spend all my money, there’s no foreplay for you today," I said, laughing lightly as I slapped her ass. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and spread her ass with my left. I positioned myself perfectly at her pussy and thrust in at once.

I heard her soft gasp as I entered her. A grin spread across my lips as I leaned forward, my hands on the mattress, my hips immediately moving against hers. My eyes were on the laptop. "Nice bag," I panted as I thrust harder into her. "Buy two," I added.

Hanni moaned louder, her fingers leaving the laptop. Her face pressed into the mattress as she thrust her hips back against mine. "What's wrong, baby? Keep shopping," I said, laughing, as I leaned back. My hands on her hips pulled her closer to me. I stopped moving, deep inside her.

"If you just want to get fucked, you don't need to play these games. I always enjoy fucking you," I breathed out, getting only a gasp in response. I had to laugh again as I watched Hanni get on her knees and throw her head back onto my shoulder, her mouth open.

"I'm done shopping," she said, prompting me to look at the laptop again. "Move," Hanni demanded, starting to laugh. My eyes focused on the number in the cart. I snorted in disbelief and shook my head slightly. "I forgot what a sly little thing you are," I hissed as I placed my hand on Hanni's head, pressing her back down onto the mattress.

In a flash, I threw the laptop off the bed to focus solely on fucking and ruining the younger woman.

Hanni's moans grew louder as I pounded into her relentlessly, over and over again. Her ass received light slaps, which I immediately soothed with gentle caresses. Hanni's mouth was open, her eyes squeezed shut as I continued to thrust into her.

Of course, I felt my own orgasm approaching, but I held it back. I wanted Hanni to come first. "Are you close?" I asked, a grin on my face, knowing exactly what those loud, resonant sounds meant. Hanni was on the verge of orgasm.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her upper body up. "You're close, aren't you?" I asked, receiving only loud, screamed "Yes" in response. A laugh escaped my throat. "Then work for your damn orgasm," I suddenly said, sitting back and pulling out of her.

Hanni's eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder at me in disbelief. But I just grinned and shrugged. Hanni snorted, rolled over, and swung her leg over my hips to sit on me once more. This time, she made sure my cock entered her again.

I could feel Hanni tightening her walls around me, stimulating my cock as she began to move up and down. Occasionally, she moved her hips sideways, ensuring my cock hit her sensitive spots. My eyes focused on her usually sweet face, now looking incredibly aroused.

A grin spread across my face as I began thrusting upward. I felt my entire cock disappearing into her, and Hanni started to tremble and shake on top of me. Her moans grew louder and dirtier. I focused solely on bringing the younger woman to orgasm.

"Fuck, Y/n," she screamed after a while as I felt her walls tighten even more around my cock, almost choking it, as she climaxed on my hips.

My eyes remained on her as I continued moving my hips against hers until I reached my own orgasm, releasing my cum deep inside her pussy. Her walls clenched down on me, making me gasp for breath. I didn't pull out, staying inside her and enjoying the warmth.

"Fuck... that was amazing," Hanni suddenly said as she collapsed onto me. A laugh escaped my lips as I simply nodded. "Definitely," I replied, my hand stroking her back, a smile on my lips.

"But... you're still buying the stuff, right?" she asked, looking up at me. I immediately rolled my eyes. "Alright. But only because you're so damn sexy," I said, finally connecting my lips with my sweet Sugar Baby's. Hanni kissed back, even deepening the kiss.

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[huellitaa]

long list of little things to do for urself 🧸🎀🫶✨

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. wash ur bedding, towels, curtains, etc.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. fill up ur shopping baskets on every site possible

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. clean out cosmetics and skincare

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. start a project of something you love

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. browse cute pets to buy one day

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 6. impulsively rearrange ur space

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 7. light some candles (if u arent deathly afraid of fire)

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 8. clean out your purse and every day bag

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 9. make a pillow fort

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 10. redo all ur playlists and clean them all out

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 11. lay on the floor and sing ur fav songs for 3 hours

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 12. make a recipe book (even if u cant cook)

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 13. clean ur mirrors and windows

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 14. write a debate about a topic you feel strongly on

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 15. create some art to go on ur walls

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 16. stick up some old photos or cute things and decorate ur walls

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 17. polish ur jewelry

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 18. write a huge essay on something you know nothing about

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 19. watch a virtual concert (youtube - tiny desk is v good!)

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 20. make urself a big fruit platter

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 21. read a parenting book and see how you can incorporate the tips mentioned into how u treat urself

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 22. mend ur old clothes or get someone to help u fix them

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 23. read a book w a flashlight and happy music under a blanket

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 24. host a tea party w ur plushies and old toys

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 25. study ur horoscope for this month and how u can use it to ur advantage

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 26. go thrifting and window shopping and take photos on ur phone of the things you want to create a visual wishlist

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 27. sort through ur books, cds, clothes, etc.; organise and throw out!

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 28. perform a concert in ur bedroom of ur fav album ever

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 29. dress up and create the most elaborate, unhinged outfits you possibly can

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 30. start a blog or site on something you care about

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 31. contemplate ur core philosophies and question what is the meaning of life and what you're living for

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 32. spend all day reading a random pdf book ur never gonna find again

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 33. plan out ur dream wedding online

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 34. fully examine ur body and make sure everything's working and looking fine

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 35. create outfits within a specific theme and try them on

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 36. go online shopping for clothes and make outfits w the things you find even if you don't like them

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 37. make a playlist of all the songs u used to love when you were younger

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 38. build a tower out of stationery or anything you can find and make it as tall as you can

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 39. take a picture of something ur grateful for wherever you go

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 40. live out ur daydreams on pinterest and make random boards of random lifestyles or dreams you have or are interested in

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 41. organise ur digital storage like apps, google drive, documents, photos, desktop, games, consoles, etc.

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 42. randomly set a reminder for somewhen in the future that you can think of saying that everything will be okay

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 43. have a park day without ur phone and make ur own entertainment

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 44. find ur enneagram number, do ur myers briggs test, study ur birth chart, find out more about urself bcuz ur the most important subject you could ever study

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 45. write down ur biggest, wildest dreams with no bounds whatsoever

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 46. attentively track ur moods for a day or a few; take note of how ur feeling every few hours, note it down and ask urself what impacts it to change and fluctuate

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 47. educate urself in whats going on in the world right now

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 48. learn about the history of ur home town

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 49. create a list of all ur favourite things and rank them like cosmetics, perfumes, bands, foods, drinks, etc.

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 50. make a music video playlist to play on ur tv

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

[rekino2114]

Could we please get some Halloween headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru? Stuff like how they'd celebrate it, costumes they'd wear, activates they'd do with their s/o? Up to you on what you want to cover. Thanks!

the phantom thieves girls celebrating Halloween with you

Halloween post #7

Ann takamaki

Ann enjoys celebrating holidays, especially when it's with you, and Halloween is no exception. She'll go all out to have fun together

She really likes dressing up in costumes. She'll ask if she can do a Halloween themed photoshoot so she can wear a lot of costumes, and when she can, she'll definitely get you to dress up with her (her personal favorite couple cosplay is catwoman and batman) she'll also post the photos online and just smile at all the comments saying how cute you look

She likes to lightly scare you so she can tease and kiss you. She'll jump out of a dark place and hug you from behind and later kiss you while giggling. She'll never go too far, though

Trick-or-treating with her is a must. She'll ignore anyone who tells her she's too old for it and give you puppy eyes until you say yes. She loves sweets too much to miss this opportunity

"Boo! Eheh, did I scare you? Sorry sweetie, would some kisses make you feel better?"

Makoto nijima

Makoto isn't as into Halloween as ann is, but she's still happy to celebrate, and even more to spend time with you

She actually likes watching horror movies while cuddling on the couch, mostly because she particularly enjoys holding you close when you get scared

She didn't really have any ideas about what costumes she should wear, so you recommended she'd be a classic vampire since she already has the eyes to pull it off

She'd also enjoy going to haunted houses if you suggest it, partly because of the same reason she likes watching horror movies together, being able to hold you when something scares you and also she just likes going around exploring the place

"Hm? Are you alright y/n? Don't worry, I'm here. I'll protect you, I won't let any monster or anything hurt you"

Haru okumura

Haru really loves holidays, probably even more than ann. She looks forward to every Halloween so she can celebrate with her favorite person

Pumpkin carving is definitely her thing. She might even grow the pumpkins herself if she feels like it and choose her two favorites so you can carve and decorate them to put them outside your house

She won't just decorate your porch, though, but she particularly loves decorating your house, while you help her of course, she loves going shopping and choosing the decorations you both like and putting them all over your home

She does enjoy dressing up, and this Halloween, she decided to go for a classic witch costume. With the hat and everything, she blushed but really appreciated it when you told her she looked adorable I'm that too

"Oh y/n, you did a wonderful job with that pumpkin, it looks amazing. Oh y-you think I did a great job too? T-thanks darling, I appreciate it"

Futaba sakura

Futaba does enjoy celebrating.....in her own way, she won't really go out to celebrate but will just stay inside with you and just have a good time while staying on theme

Playing horror video games is definitely the main activity. She doesn't handle them that well, so there will be moments where she'll cling to you after a jumpscare, but you'll mostly have fun together

When it comes to costumes, she doesn't love dressing up, but she'll still do it in this special occasion, she'll probably cosplay as an horror game character and would love it if you do the same so you can match

She also likes watching horror movies while munching on snacks and cuddling. In this situation, the instances of her clinging to you become more common since you're already so close, but you always let her since she looks cute like that

"Woooh y/n, this game's pretty scary, right?...I-I mean, I'm not saying I'm scared just....I wanted to make sure you weren't...y-yeah"