#get yer requests in now lol

[atsumulogy]

WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”

synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.

content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife

naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated

#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.

The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.

Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.

(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)

Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.

BONUS:

Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.

“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”

Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.

“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.

Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3

#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!

He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.

Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.

“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.

Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.

#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.

You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”

You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”

The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”

“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.

“It’s Nakamu —”

“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.

“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.

“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.

“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.

He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.

And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much 🥹

anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if you’re still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if you’re reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33

fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !

katsuki regrets planning this surprise.

it’s been one month. exactly 31 days since he’s last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.

katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since he’d gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.

except it involved him going abroad for a month.

you’d congratulated him when he’d told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, you’d made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ‘rise to stardom’ as you’d called it and he remembers chuckling about it. you’d even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.

he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when you’re lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you can’t fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, he’s committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. he’d seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.

so stupid. you’re stupid. and he misses you so much.

despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.

you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and you’d hound him about his, asking him if he’d eaten well and if he’d beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were you’d always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, he’d be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, you’d get mad at him for overworking himself.

he misses you so much.

he’s on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before he’d told you he would be, his surprise. you’d been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldn’t wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.

“ou, i can’t wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !” you chirped, he couldn’t wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.

“yeah, missed you too sweets” he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.

“you better be ready cus when you get back, m’not gonna let you go for a whole month.” you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as he’d fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.

“uhuh~?” he muses “better be ready for me when i get back. yer not goin’ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.”

“ew,” you snort “what am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?”

“that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.”

you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldn’t wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like he’d told you he always would be when you’d accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.

except now he’s starting to regret not just coming home on time.

don’t get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. he’d meant it when he told you he wouldn’t let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.

but right now he’s way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how he’ll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.

it’ll be worth it. at least that’s what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..

who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!

he can’t sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesn’t bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember he’s coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.

it’s pitch black by the time he’s off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees it’s 2:09 am and you’re no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.

his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he can’t help feeling nervous. katsuki knows it’s stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.

he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why he’s been gone for exactly 31 days.

he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because you’ve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (he’s forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)

katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. he’d managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming it’d lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.

he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didn’t care. he’d do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and that’s why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, he’d pushed through.

katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.

you’re fast asleep like he’d expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he can’t help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasn’t feeling all mushy he’d be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute he’ll put that off for now.

your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.

“katsu..?” you mumble sleepily “ ‘m i dreamin’ ?”

katsuki chuckles, eyes soft “glad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.”

you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up “katsuki !” you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both don’t care.

katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks you’ll suffocate him but he couldn’t care less, squeezing you like he’s trying to mold you to him.

you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like he’d hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. he’d hang up the moon and the stars and more.

all for you.

“you’re back !” you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest he’d smiled in a month.

“how’d you figure that one out ?” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.

“i thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow..” you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.

“it is tomorrow.” katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you can’t wipe off the happy look on your face.

“you know what i mean, asshole” you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek “later tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and you….out-surprised, me” you pout at your ruined plans.

he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks “was gonna, but couldn’t wait anymore. needed to see you.” he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point “felt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.”

you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly “ don’t be mean.” you scold.

he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides “you mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didn’t miss me ?” he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.

“of course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..” you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."

"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."

your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.

and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.

you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.

after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.

bonus :

"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.

"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"

you stiffen.

"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.

"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.

"fuckin' traitor." he growls.

"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.

"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.

"i'm soooorryy !!"

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[blingblong55]

Mistake -141

Based on a request:

I've got a request for you! I got lost in my thoughts and thought of a prompt so sorry if it's a bit jumbled lol So it's like a wrong place wrong time kind of thing where the reader is mistaken for an enemy, and taken to the base. Maybe interrogated a bit before the 141 are told they have the actaul enemy on they way to them and they're like 'then who tf is this....oh shit....'

GN!Reader, angst, civilian!reader, mentions of torture.

141, one of the best military groups the British military has. As always, they have a target to chase after, this time it's in a small town. Their informant let them know it would be a person dressed in a completely different attire than they were used to. You happened to be walking back from your boring job when you passed their location.

"Bravo 0-6, we have eyes on the target," Gaz said over the radio. "Roger that," Price responded, Within seconds you felt as if someone was chasing you. And having that you watched a crime documentary the night before, you quickly thought of a way out. You walked normally but stayed in well-lit areas. The men thought you were just trying to play along with your facade. "Don't let 'em get away," Soap said from his location, his snipe pointed at you. You grabbed your pocket knife and held it in your hand. You walked faster towards a more public road. "Quick, Ghost!" Price ordered. You heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

You ran away, not daring to look back once. You took many detours until you were close to a nearby church, Church service had started but before you could even reach it, Ghost tackled you. "Don't hurt me!" you told him, your hands held high. He took your knife away and pointed his gun at your head, "Why the hell were you running?" You tried to stay calm but two other men approached you, Gaz and Price with their own guns pointed at you. "Soap, you got visual?" Price asked over the radio. "Yes, Sir" was the response, a red dot on your chest. You panicked.

"No please, you are mistaken." your desperate voice pleaded. "That's what they all say." Price growls and Gaz and Ghost drag you back to their temporary base. The entire way there, you cried and begged to be let go. "You have the wrong person, please I'm innocent!" you cried. Soap aggressively cupped your face, "Yer shut the fuck up, ye hear me?"

At base, they threw you to a mattress in an empty room. Wrists tied to the other, ankles tied as well. Your teary face looking at them. Your body is littered with lacerations. Limbs are weak but they wouldn't stop hitting you. You cry, "Please...I beg of you...please stop this" You receive another punch to the abdomen. "Don't you understand we will keep this up, you fucking killer." Gaz held a knife to you. Over the radio, the Delta team came on. "Bravo six, this is Delta 0-5, how copy?"

"This is Bravo six," Price said, his eyes piercing yours. "We found 'em, and are on our way back to base." Ghost gave Price a questioning look. Both men stepped outside of the room, leaving the two sergeants with you. "What do you mean you have the person with you, Delta Five?"

"All features you told us to look for, this person has it and they have admitted to being the subject."

"Fuckin' 'ell." Ghost murmured and rushed inside. "Sergeants, step away." He commanded. "Ghost they are talking now."

"Step away from the civilian, Soap," he advises and approaches you with caution. He kneels in front of you and unties you, "Are you alright?" He asks you with a soft tone. You were too weak to move, all you could do was stare. Whimpers of pain filled the room once Price walked back in and took a look at the injuries they had caused. "C'mon, we have to rush them to the medics." Your vision blurred. In all his years of being a soldier, Price had a day he regretted the most. And that was today, hurting an innocent, treating them as if they were the scum of the Earth. What fucked him up the most? The fact you died on the bed of the medical tent. Your body is weak, blood on the floor and how you died innocent and young, a poor civilian taken hostage, begging to be let out and no one heard.

That day, Task Force 141 lost another piece of their sanity, another stitch with emotions and another shattered glass to the oath they took to protect civilians. Ghost added you to his book of names, the list of all those he lost to war, by his hands, or by the cruelty his job brought. Another soul that Gaz ripped away because of orders, ones he always followed without question. Soap, the one who had the most blood on his hands, now regretted not listening to his instincts.

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[satrs]

Hi there <3 can I request reader getting a 3some w otoya and karasu? (Love your writings x)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Hihi! I’m glad u like my stuff, it rlly means the world to me! Much love!

Felt like writing stoner otoya and karasu so yeah lol

HIGH FOR THIS

SYNOPSIS; what did you expect to happen when you decided to get some of the devil's lettuce with your roommates?

FEATURING; stoner roommate!Karasu Tabito x stoner roommate!Otoya Eita x fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! !420!. pwp. intercourse while under the influence. fingering. oral(fem and male receiving). nicknames(princess), handjob. dirty talk.

WORDCOUNT; 1.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+(pro players)!

"Can I join?"

Your question caused the young men to exchange a humourous glance at each other. "Our innocent little Y/N?" The green strand mocked while passing the blunt to his partner in crime, who snickered in return.

"Didn't know ya played that way." Karasu stated, earning an offended look from you in return. "Oh c'mon. You're acting like I got some stick up my ass."

"Wellll-" They both let out a laugh, eyes hanging low, effect of the plant slowly but surely kicking in. You klicked your tongue at their behaviour, rolling your eyes as you made your way to the couch, squeezing yourself between the both of them. "Just give it to me and shut up." Your hand reached to Karasus lips, snatching the joint from his lips, a chidish whine alongside of smoke coming from his parted lips, frown adoring his handsome face.

Otoya only watched in amusement as you bring the smoking stick to your lips and inhaled a fair amount before exhaling the toxic waste, head falling back onto the head rest, eyes closed in relaxation.

"Princess had a rough day?" You nodded in agreement, earning a symmetrical look from the man, both of you ignoring Karasu's whining for the joint you stole from his lips.

"Work is really kicking me in the ass right now." You admitted, your eyes trailing after Karasu's hand as he took the slim roll-up from your fingers, grinning as he inhaled the smoke.

"Fuck you", you spat at him in frustration as you watched him smoke it whole, chuckling as you punched him in the shoulder. "Don't gotta hang yer head low." His now empty hand sneaked behind your neck to pull you closer. "C'mere." His lips brushed over yours as he exhaled the vapor into your mouth, eyes not leaving the other's mouth.

"Yo," Otoya interrupted, scooting closer to you as he took your chin in hand, turning you to face him, breath tickling your nose as he whispered in a low tone. "Don't leave me out."

Your eyes widened once he captured your lips in a kiss, his tongue needily brushing past your lips once you exhale the smoke in a hurry, your hand rubbing him through his pants and grinning into the kiss once he let out a low hum. Karasu clicked his tongue at that, his hand comfortably laying on your thigh, skirt slightly riding up in the process as he leaned to the front to eye his friend. "Yer serious?"

Otoya spared him a quick glance before averting his attention back to your face, red-tinted eyes hanging low as he sighed into your mouth, his hand creeping to your thigh only to be slapped away by Karasu's. "Yer up there. Leave downstairs to me." A wide grin played itself on his features as he sank down to the ground, hand slowly hiking your leg up to his shoulder, his breath ghosting over your clothed cunt.

Otoya broke the kiss, quick to roll up another ecstasy ride, you bit your lip in excitement as you looked at the man between your thighs, eyes under heavy lips looking up at you, lust lingering behind his pupils.

You didn't know if your head was dizzy from the weed, or because of the men's actions. This was - new and unexpected. But did you mind? No. you could take your mind off with some puffs and some dick too.

A hiss escaped you once Karasu's slender fingers pushed your panties to the side, cold air hitting your aroused heat. He wasted no time sliding his fingers through your wet folds, gasping in surprise. "Ya all wet from a kiss," His fingers teased your tight hole, lips peppering kisses to your inner thigh, leaving a burning hot trail behind, "like a virgin." He locked eyes with you, a goofy expression on his face. "Are ya?"

Before you could answer your lips, the green-eyed beat you to it, blowing his exhaled fog into your face in a teasing manner. "No way. That was no virgin kissing." The men both chuckled before turning their attention back on you.

Your head flung back once Karasu's wet tongue rand over your folds, feeling Otoya's sharp eyes on you. He took another hit from the thing in his hand, manspreading while motioning his chin to his crotch. "Not gonna interrupt this time. Go on."

His eyes slit in amusement while your shaky hands freed him from his joggers, trying to bite back a moan caused by Karasu's antics. He on the other hand did not like that one bit, rolling your clit between his theeth to earn your attention, firm eyes staring daggers into your skull, a yelp leaving your lips. "Dontcha' hide yer pretty sounds. Wanna hear all of it."

Your face twisted in pleasure while you nod your head frantically, your mouth hanging open with your eyes glued to Karasu working wonders between your thighs. "Eyes on me."

Otoya turned you to him by the back of your neck, a messy kiss ascending. Your moans got swallowed by his occupied mouth, while the man between your legs swirled his tongue around your clit, tongue prodding your entrance, walls fluttering around his long muscle.

Now, finally freeing the athlete's leaking cock from his pants, he groaned into your mouth once you wrap your hands around his length, tightening around his tip to brush your finger through his slit, causing his hips to buck up in need.

"Fuckfuckfuck." He was struggling at this point, the joint in his hand shaking while he struggled to hold it, his other hand rubbing the back of your neck, urging you to lean forward. His head flung back once you kitten-licked his cock head, fingers tangling inside of your hair as his hips subconsciously stuttered up into your mouth.

"Princess 's good, ain't she?" Karasu chuckled as his mouth abandoned your cunt, replacing it with his fingers while he eyed the other man in amusement. Otoya on the other hand was in no condition to tease anymore, mind too far gone, wrapped in pleasure and toxic waste. "Mhmmm. Good, so good."

Karasu felt your walls tightening around his digits, a smug smile on his face as he observed your face. "Like it when ya get praised?" You averted your eyes from him in embarrassment, eagerly sucking the man next to you off, tongue trailing along the underside of his cock.

"Ya don't gotta be embarrassed." The athlete's movements sped up, thumb finding your clit to draw firm circles on it. "It's alright. Be a good girl and cum 'f me. I know yer close."

You moaned around the man's cock at Karasu's reassuring words, choking on a moan as you experienced your first sexual high for tonight. "Shit, princess. Look what ya did to the guy. I'm kinda jealous."

The vibration of your moans around his length threw Otoaya over the edge, his hips rutting up into your mouth, his cum seeping into your throat.

Once Karasu lapped up your gushing cunt, wiping his chin shining in your juices with the back of his hand, he slapped your thigh to earn your attention with his other, smug smirk adorning his lips. "Time ta switch." Otoya returned the smirk catching his breath whilst he came down from his high, leaving the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table as he adjusted his pants, swiftly switching places with his friend.

"Alright," Otoya looked up at your fucked out form, his fingers already almost knuckled deep inside of your dripping hole, earning a low whimper from you.

Karasu picked up the blunt from the table, putting it to his lips while caressing your cheek with his free hand, thumb wiping some of Otoya's seed from the corner of your lips, smirking down at your form as you rest your head on his thigh, hand fidgeting with his pants while sucking he access from his finger.

"Ready?"

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[alldevilsarehere90]

Title: Pretending Pairing: Daryl x Female Reader Summary: You'd been waiting long enough for Daryl to make it clear how he felt about you and now you were tired of waiting. Rating: 15+ (SFW) W/c: 1.6k Setting: Alexandria / Abandoned town Genre/Warnings: One shot / fluff / Romance / Friends to lovers / Bad language / slightly suggestive if you squint Prompts: "You wouldn't second-look me before the world went to shit, so don't pretend otherwise.' Requested by @ravenrose18  A/n: Tried to make this as fluffy as I could, I had to re-write it because I made it too angsty the first time, I can't help it, it's in my nature lol Enjoy

You'd had enough, enough of waiting for Daryl Dixon to make a move, enough of not knowing if he even wanted to. The mixed signals he gave you were sometimes enough to cause whiplash.

Your mind was made up, today was the day you would confront him and find out once and for all how he felt about you.

This morning, as you showered and got yourself ready to go on the run with him, you had been full of confidence, consumed by your plan and practising your confession repeatedly to yourself in the mirror. The words ran through your mind over and over, like a script you were trying desperately to memorise, as you head down the pathway leading to the gate. 

As soon as you spot him waiting for you however, your bravado runs off, abandoning you, leaving you feeling vulnerable and second guessing your decision. 

"Yer ready?" He asks, already seated on his motorbike and sends his cigarette shooting across the road with a flick as you approach him.

Nodding, you climb on, hands unsteady as they make their way around his waist. 

Your clammy palms lock together to keep yourself in place. His scent instantly claims your senses; tobacco and leather with an added note of something so him, you couldn’t put your finger on it but breathed it in and relished it just the same.

The gate opens and as soon as it's a wide enough exit, his hands move and you speed off, leaving Alexandria a blur behind you.

The wind whips through your hair, sending it flying wildly around your face. You enjoy feeling the cool air ripple against your skin, calming your nerves and clearing your mind. Before you knew it, you found yourself leaning your cheek on Daryl's back, closing your eyes, enjoying the closeness and warmth radiating from him but when you notice him stiffen under you for a brief moment, back muscles pulled taute against the softness of your face, you almost sit upright again before feeling him slowly relax back into the journey. 

But all too soon you had come to your destination and were forced to unwrap yourself from him. 

An abandoned town sat a fair few miles from Alexandria that had been discovered by the two of you on the way back from another run. It was getting dark when you came upon it previously and you were both tired and dirty and just wanted to get home. Investigating in the dark is never a good idea if it is not necessary.

You'd agreed to come back a few short days later in the daylight to explore it and here you were. Staying near him, eyes constantly surveying your surroundings, while Daryl hid the bike in the opening of the woods. 

The place seemed deserted, eerily so, with no sight of any one dead or alive. Odd but not unheard of.

You both get your weapons out ready and head into the surrounding buildings, searching one by one and finding a surprising amount of supplies and only a handful of walkers to deal with. It was shaping up to be a very successful run. And once you'd swept through the empty little town, taking anything you could use and putting it in your packs, you journeyed to the final building; a clothes store. 

You both grab standard clothes in different sizes so there could be something for everyone and fill up the last of the space in your packs in the process.

Wandering the store and surveying the racks looking for anything new and interesting, when you spot a black cowboy hat, taking it off the shelf and searching around the rails for your companion. You spot him pulling items off hangers and shoving them into his bag. Quietly walking up behind him and placing the hat on his head with a giggle.

"Why, howdy there partner, fancy seeing ya in these neck'a the woods." You mock, in a deep southern accent. He turns to you, smiling, that same smirk that you've grown to love so much and never fails to make your heart beat faster.

“Ma’am.” He nods, flicking the brim of the hat, attempting to join in with your playfulness. 

Your stomach quivers as you relish seeing this side of him, a side it seems only you can bring out. “Well, well, ya can take the boy outta the country but ya can’t take the country out the boy.” 

He scoffs and tosses the hat at you, managing to land it on your head. “Suits yer better.”

You hold the brim and incline your head, “thank yer, thank yer very much.” You say, spinning off towards another section of the store, hearing his quiet laughter causing butterflies to fly rampant inside you. 

A perfect cobalt blue sundress catches your attention and you head over to it. The material felt soft and thin against your fingers, perfect now the warmer weather was here. It wasn't until the sound of Daryl clearing his throat behind you, you realised he'd been watching.

"Why dun yer take it?" He asks, his bag full and slung over his shoulder.

Turning back to the dress, with your bottom lip caught between your teeth in hesitation, you shrug. "I've got no reason to wear it." You finger at the material one last time, admitting to yourself that you want it more because the colour matches Daryl's eyes than because of the way it feels. "What do you think?" You ask him, peeking at him slyly.

He shifts his weight to the other foot and picks at his nails. "Try it, see if yer like it" he nods his head towards the single dressing room.

You mull it over before agreeing that's probably best. If you don't feel good wearing it there's no point in taking it.

Shutting the door behind you as you enter the small space, you begin to remove your old clothes and slip the dress over your head. A little manoeuvring and smoothing the material down before you brave the mirror attached to the wall. You're not sure what you expected but it wasn't the sight that stared back at you. 

You looked pretty. You haven't felt pretty in…well, in a very long time. Seeing yourself in this dress, as silly as it sounds, made the world seem as if it hadn't ended and it was just another day out shopping for something new. You take a moment to adjust to this version of yourself in front of you before slowly opening the door and hesitantly exiting. Peering around outside where you'd left Daryl, only to be met with nothing but still, quiet space. 

"Daryl?" You whisper.

His face shot out in front of you, "yea," he replies, as he appears from inside the rack closest to the changing room. He laughs as you jump, clutching your chest but unable to help the grin stretching the corners of your mouth. Your hand playfully hit his chest, "you jerk." 

His smile drops as his eyes fall to your outfit and he takes a step back to really look at you. A red tinge blooms across his cheeks as his eyes roam over your body, more skin on show than ever in this strappy, short dress.

Your stomach flips at the way he’s looking at you, feeling more confident than ever in how he feels about you.

"So, what do you think?" You say, giving him a spin and in the process sending the dress flying up a little higher than you intended.

He clears his throat again, "s'nice." His voice more quiet and raspier than usual. You enjoy watching his adams apple bob up and down following the loud swallow.

There was only a few centimetres of space between you, his radiating heat made you painfully aware of his proximity.

Reaching forward, fingers in search of his and when you find them his eyes dart downwards at the unexpected touch but they respond quickly and entwine with yours. It was the confirmation you needed, bringing your other hand to tuck some of his long hair behind his ear. But he dips his head, taking his gaze away from you.

"Hey," you whisper, cupping his face and pulling him up to look at you. "If you don't feel the same, you can say." 

He scoffs. "If I dun feel the same?" He repeats in surprise. "I've wanted yer since the day we met."

Your heart jerks at his confession before galloping away your chest, part of its own solo race towards him but confusion spoils your happiness, not understanding as to why he seems so unsure. You wait with a questioning gaze on him, searching his eyes for answers.

Finally, he sighs, "Yer wouldn't second-look me 'fore the world went ta shit, so dun pretend otherwise."

You bring both your hands to either side of his face and wait until his eyes meet yours again. "Daryl Dixon, I can promise you, world ending or not, I would have second, third and fourth looked you."

His answering smile made you feel like you were getting through to him.

"No one is pretending here." You insist as your hands wind around his neck and you lean up on your tiptoes to be closer to his mouth. "I have waited and waited for you, Daryl. How about we don't waste anymore time?"

As soon as the last word passes your lips, his touch yours before you even have a chance to form your next thought. 

His hands come up to your face, cradling you softly and caressing the skin of your cheeks with his thumbs. Everything in this moment was gentle, loving and far more passionate than you'd envisioned. You held each other close with a lingering desperation lurking beneath the surface, something to be explored when you were both ready.

When you finally break apart, breathing hard and hearts pounding, he slides his hands down your sides to clasp yours.

"Here's ta not wasting time." He says into the silence, placing a quiet kiss on the back of your hand. "Come on, let's go home."

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #twd

[sugawarassoulmate]

I feel like if you brought up going 50/50 on dates the boys would all say no but in different ways. Like Osamu gets angry like “no? Why the fuck would we do that? Who is putting these dumb ideas in your head?” But Bokuto would just malfunction like he cannot understand the request “uhhh, well no? I can afford it!” vs Kuroo who is worried you’re going to break up with him because only friends split bills. Iwa just had a hearty chuckle and says his mother would murder him if he let you pay.

THIS IS SO CUTE WAIT SKSKKS

you're about to go on a date when you bring up the possibility of splitting the bill 50/50 this time. you weren't expecting much of a reaction from him.

bully!osamu looks at you as if you grew three heads. "are ya dumb? why the fuck would i do that?" and you try to explain that it's not fair that he's always expected to pay but osamu cuts you off. "where the fuck are ya gettin' these ideas from? grab yer jacket, we're gonna be late."

the conversation ends just like that, without any more argument.

loser!kuroo is just confused at first, then worried that something might be wrong. "you've never suggested that before is everything okay?" even when you snap at him for his stupid question, it does little to ease kuroo's nerves. is he doing something wrong? friends go 50/50 when going out for dinner. and you two aren't that...right?

“uh actually, i’d like it if we didn’t do that, okay? i like paying for you.” you stare at him for a few second and shrug your shoulders.

“if it fucking bothers you so much, suit yourself.”

ever since best friend!iwa started earning money, he’d never let you pay for anything. he’s the “i didn’t ask if you have money, i asked if you were hungry” kind of friend. even with your weird… situationship, he’s always treated you out on your totally platonic friend dates.

“you want my mom to kill me? we’re not doing that.”

rich bf!sakusa doesn’t even like it when you bring that nonsense up. don’t even bother bringing your wallet with you, he’s replaced all of your cards with his own anyway 🤷🏾‍♀️ he thinks it’s cute at first but you keep pestering him and now he has to put his foot down.

“darling, i love and support you on everything except for this. i don’t want to repeat myself on this.”

toxic!oikawa is so…. he’ll quirk his eyebrow at you and say “can you even afford this place, baby?” when you’re pissed at him he doesn’t take it seriously—as usual. “what? let me treat you, i don’t see what the big deal is.”

besides you’re just gonna get pissed off again when the dumb waitress tries to flirt with him 🙄

lol you and enemies to lovers!kita don’t go on dates skskks

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #oikawa x reader #sakusa x reader #🥀 #🥀kuroo #🥀osamu #🥀oikawa #🥀iwaizumi #🥀sakusa #bully!osamu #loser!kuroo #toxic!oikawa #best friend!iwaizumi #rich bf!sakusa

[pink-bandana-writes]

No Good, Very Bad Day

Raphael x Reader

Prompt: Perhaps, reader has been stressed and he wants to help them feel better. Even better if it’s a friends to lovers trope where they are just friends in the beginning but this changes the nature of their relationship.

Note: I also love the friends to lovers trope! Confession fics are among my faves. I hope you like it! Ignore the title, it’s very fluffy, reader is just going through it lol.

Warnings: swears

Word Count: 1.1k

Reader is: Female-ish. (one use of the word girlfriend, but that’s it lmao)

It had been one hell of a stressful day. For starters, your insurance had fucked up your therapy. Your landlord still hadn’t fixed your broken showerhead. One of the customers at work had been an asshole, and it really put you in a bad mood. Add to that the lingering Facebook request from your ex and yeah……just not the best day.

So, a little storm cloud seemingly hovering over your head, you sat in your apartment, wrapped in a blanket, wearing your comfiest pair of pajamas. You had some snacks on the coffee table, and you were playing one of your favorite video games on your Switch, hoping to get your mind off of the everything, even if only for a little while.

After a while of sitting there alone, you heard a tap on your window. It was too soft to be a rogue pigeon forgetting what glass was, so it meant one of four things. However, when you approached, you quickly realized who it was crouched just outside your fire escape.

You pulled open the window and helped Raphael inside. He came to hang out sometimes, but you hadn’t been expecting him.

“Hey, Red. What’s going on?”

“Nothin’, just on patrol. Quiet night.” He shrugged. It took him a second, but once he got a better look at you, he could tell something was wrong. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just…it’s been a really long day.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in—”

“No! No, Raph, seeing you has actually been the best part of my day so far.”

His look of panic faded, replaced instead with a warm smile. “Alright, so how am I makin’ you feel better right now? What problems I gotta fix?”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He assured you, tilting his head. “So let’s get to work.”

You walked over to the living room and told him everything that was going on.

“Well first of all, that asshole at work can get fucked. It’s not yer job to fix all of his problems.”

You laughed, nodding. “I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

“I can take a look at yer showerhead if ya want. And you’re always welcome to take showers down in the lair if ya gotta.” He assured you. “I didn’t even know it was broken.”

“It’s usable, but it’s barely a trickle coming out of it.”

“Mmm, gotcha. Well, I’ll see what I can do. We can call Donnie and see if he’s got any parts we could use in the meantime. And I can totally have him yell at ya insurance guy, too. He’s real good at that, knows all the legal mumbo jumbo.” Raph walked through all of your problems, and, as he always seemed to, he made you feel a lot better about everything.

“Thank you, Raph.” You told him sincerely, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Aww, shorty, no need for tears. I’ll take care of ya. I always will.” He promised, gathering you in his big strong arms, one of his large hands stroking through your hair comfortingly.

Something clicked then, while he was holding you. You’d always had a bit of a crush on Raph, admittedly. Who wouldn’t? He was big and strong and brave, loyal to a fault, and always willing to fight for you, no matter the cost. He was…well, he was everything you were looking for, honestly. He always had been.

The two of you split. Raph went to work on your showerhead while you ordered a pizza and texted Donnie about your insurance fiasco. Once the pizza arrived and the shower was more or less fixed, the two of you settled on the couch again, putting on a movie and enjoying each other’s presence.

Maybe it was because you felt like you had nothing to lose after the day you’d had, or maybe you were finally coming to your senses, but you looked at Raphael and stated with certainty, “You know, you’d be a really great boyfriend, Raphael.”

He froze for a long moment before chuckling sheepishly. “Yeah? What gave you that impression?”

“I don’t know, you’re just…you’re the best. I really don’t know what I’d do without you in my life and…I don’t want to know.”

His eyes were wide, heart racing so loudly, he was sure you could hear it from where you were sitting. “W-what are ya saying?”

“I like you, Raph. I have for a while. But if you don’t feel the same, nothing has to change. I’m okay with this, too.”

Raph set down his pizza and stared at you like a third eye had sprouted on your forehead. “You’re bein’ serious right now?”

“Of course I am. Why?”

“Well, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “I mean, look at me. You’re…You actually like me? Do ya need your eyeballs checked?”

“Of course I like you! Who wouldn’t?”

He scoffed. “Imma need you to elaborate on that.”

“Well for starters, you’re six-foot-five, super muscular, super handsome, but beyond that…you’re sweet. You’re kind, you’re a good listener, and you’re downright gentle when you want to be. You’re protective and brave and the most loyal and loving person I’ve ever met. You make me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever met and I know that no matter what happens to me, you’ll always be there for me. Hell, you took the worst day I’ve had in a while and turned it around in twenty minutes.”

He stared at you for a long moment, kind of in shock. He forced a laugh so he didn’t burst into tears on the spot. “You’ve been keeping all of that tucked away in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Yep.” You shrugged, unsure of what else to say.

“You actually like me.” He stated, letting the pieces click. “See, just when I was starting to think my giant crush on you was hopeless…” He let out a little disbelieving laugh. “Holy shit.”

“So can I like kiss you now or…?”

Raph leaned over, crushing his lips to yours, cherishing the taste of them as your arms wound around his neck, tugging him closer to you. Raph pulled you into his lap, strong arms wrapping around your frame, your chest pressed to his. The way he kissed you left you breathless, and when you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, searching your eyes for any sign of disgust, but only finding love.

“Ya know, I think Mikey’s gonna be pissed I’m the first one to get a girlfriend.”

“And Casey’s gonna owe April like twenty bucks.” You said, causing him to laugh.

“So…ya still think I’m gonna be a good boyfriend.”

You nodded, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “The best, in fact.”

Taglist: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83, @dilucsflame33, @happymoonangel

#raphael x reader #raphael #raph #raph x reader #tmnt aged up #tmntagedup #tmnt #bayverse #bayverse tmnt #tmnt imagines #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

[kdogreads]

Sunshine

Dad!Daryl x reader fluff

Summary: Dad Daryl being cute. That’s it.

Word count: 1069

Warnings: none? Just very fluffy

A/N: This is my first time writing for Daryl so let me know what you think! I’m rewatching the series and just finished season 3, so I have major baby Judith and Daryl fever lol. Not sure when this is set, but in a calmer, safer era. I just wanted to write some fluffy daddy Daryl stuff. Enjoy! :)

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Daryl stirred awake to soft cries echoing around him. He opened his eyes and reoriented himself. He lay on his back with one arm stretched over his wife, y/n, who was asleep facing him, shoulders rising and falling slightly under his strong arm.

The cries grew louder and y/n inhaled sharply under his touch, now hearing the low whimpers for herself.

Y/n took another deep breath and rolled onto her back, starting to peel the blanket off her tired body revealing her too-large sleep shirt - Daryl’s.

“No,” Daryl whispered to her, placing a hand on her cheek, “I’ll get her, darlin’.”

Y/n sighed contently while a sleepy smile crept onto her face. She nodded slightly and turned her head to kiss Daryl’s hand while her eyes fluttered slowly closed again.

The quiet cries continued as Daryl stretched his arms above his head quickly and slid out from under the blanket, careful not to disturb y/n any further.

He made his way to the other side of the bed in two large strides, approaching the source of the whimpers.

“Wha’s wrong, sweetheart?,” Daryl cooed softly as he reached into the small bassinet on the other side of the bed he shared with y/n.

He scooped the infant up easily, tucking her into his elbow and placing one large hand on the side of her little face. Shushing her cries, he rocked his baby girl in his arms trying to soothe her.

“Shh, y/b/n, don’t wanna wake yer mama up, now,” He spoke quietly while stepping over to the old wooden rocking chair in the corner of your shared room.

Daryl sank down into the cushioned chair with a soft squeak. He held the 6-month-old baby girl closer to his chest, planting a small kiss onto her soft forehead.

Y/b/n stared up at her father the way she always did, with deep, thoughtful, inquisitive eyes. They are crystal clear blue, just like his. In a way, she looked at him the same way he looked at the world, full of questions and doubt, but trust and hope peeking out from just behind.

Her puffy baby blues softened as he held her and rocked her back and forth in the old chair, just as generations of fathers likely had before.

“That’s it, sunshine. Go on back to sleep, now,” He cooed into the top of her head as he pecked another soft kiss there, “Daddy’s gotcha.”

She instinctively wrapped her tiny hand around his large finger. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to memorize the tiny divots that made them up, knowing they wouldn’t be this small for long.

The rocking of the chair drew Daryl closer to sleep, too, though he would stay put there until his baby girl was completely relaxed and back asleep.

His eyes shot over to the movement in his peripheral coming from the bed.

“I thought I was your sunshine,” y/n teased quietly, rolling over to face her husband and baby, cuddled up so perfectly together with a soft smile creeping onto her face.

They’d never officially been married, but one day Daryl introduced her as his wife and that was that. They never spoke about it again, just decided subconsciously on that day they didn’t need a piece of paper to tell people how they felt about each other. Boyfriend or girlfriend just didn’t seem to cut it. They weren’t 20-something’s messing around and simply enjoying each other’s company. This was different. This was more, deeper. Not that you could get legally married now, anyway, so they just decided on their own.

Having a baby was never on their minds until it had to be. Not a mistake, they decided, just a surprise. A risky one in this world, but one they wouldn’t trade for anything now that she was here. Their little girl lifted the spirits of everyone around them and gave them a renewed hope, something you needed to survive now.

Daryl was always fiercely protective of y/n, and now even more so of y/b/n. He’d die for them without hesitation, without a thought. Y/n would do the same for either of the members of their little family, though Daryl would never let any harm fall onto either of them as long as he was alive.

“Sorry, y/b/n, sunshine junior,” He spoke softly to his sleeping daughter, brushing the little wisps of her mother’s auburn hair off of her face.

He looked back up at y/n, a small smile curling the corners of his lip.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya, sweetheart,” Daryl apologized, a sleepy smile still stuck on his face.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t miss this view,” y/n sighed contently, “My whole world.”

“My girls,” Daryl whispered back, drawing his eyes back down to the sleeping infant in his arms. Her chest rising and falling so gently and lips twitching slightly, signaling her protector that she was really sleeping.

Daryl rose gently and moved to set her back down in her bassinet. He cared for her with a ghost-like touch y/n had only ever seen when the close group’s other babies, now older children, were small.

He hesitated over her, taking in the sweet view of her tiny facial features moving slightly. Her eyebrows crinkled together and apart, while her lips puckered up just a bit before she relaxed all of her muscles completely again. He loved watching her sleep in the deep, worry-free way only a baby could.

Daryl’s large, gentle hand cupped the side of her tiny face once more, before he pulled away, leaving her to sleep peacefully, and shuffled back over to his bed.

He climbed back under the blanket and onto his back. Y/n slid over to him, laying her head onto his chest while he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

“Daryl,” y/n mumbled into his chest, sleep drawing her closer and closer.

He hummed into the top of her head, “‘m here, sweetheart.”

She tightened her hold on him slightly as he planted a kiss onto her forehead, brushing the auburn hair their baby shared behind her ear, “Go on back t’ sleep.”

Another small sigh escaped her lips before a slight, barely audible whisper followed.

“Love you, Dar,” She breathed.

“Love you, too, sunshine.”

#daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #Daryl Dixon fluff #twd #daryl dixon imagine #dad!daryl dixon #kdogreads

[ablobwhowrites]

Since requests are open, may I ask for something for a Demoman!Reader with a Yandere team? The idea of Reader being absolutely DESTROYED on alcohol while trying to hit an enemy soldier that's right in front of him (and missing repeatedly) while his entire team is just watching silently while their brains just goes "Ohhh I can't not fuck him" like that one Neiil Cicierega comic lol.

Demo!Reader: Is pussy...just a myth?

Medic, who was tending to his injuries: ...what?

.

Demo!Reader, getting dragged away by his team's Pyro: Yer arse's arse and I'm the grass man, punk!

The Enemy!Sniper on the other side of the gate: 🧍????

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Demo!Reader, clinging to "Soldier" desperately while crying on the crook of his neck: *sobs* Everyone thinks I'm just a- *sobs* one-eyed bloody monster God damn it! *crying*

The Enemy Spy disguised as Reader's Soldier, trying to decide what the fuck is he feeling rn: 👁️_👁️

Demo m/n: “like sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t drink..”

Blue demoman: “you realize your kidnapped in blue territory right?”

M/n: “I am?”

Demo m/n: “oh this is fantastic pyro” *m/n is holding what pyro sees as a flower crown but is actually organs he took from someone on the battlefield*

Pyro: *hmph, hmph, hmph* ‘okay, wear it!’

M/n: “…I know I have to but I kinda don’t wanna”

Medic assistant M/n: “god, these willie wonky bars are terrible this is my fifth one”

scout: “why? I heard it’s the best chocolate around”

Medic assistant m/n: “don’t know, it just taste paper yet hard? Let me che-“ *it’s a half eaten golden willie wonka ticket* “oooohh shit, that’s why the other four didn’t taste good”

Medic assistant m/n: "I should have stayed in college, I could have graduated by now"

Medic: "oh trust me, you'll still be here even after college"

Demo m/n and medic assistant m/n definitely watches MLP friendship is magic with pyro

(If robots had teeth would be considered grillz?)

#yandere x male reader #x male reader #yandere x you #yandere male x male reader #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere tf2 #yandere team fortress 2 #yandere shitpost

[blingblong55]

Improper -141

Based on a request:

I'm currently sick with the flu🤧 And made some tea this morning, but the American way lol. And it got me thinking about how upset the British guys would get watching an american!reader try to make tea (puts a mug of water in the microwave, then adds the tea bag to the hot water) Would they be gentle and show reader the correct way or would they stare at reader appalled and disgusted 😂😂

A/n: The gasp I let out, babes why would you do us brits like this!! you're breaking my heart here, but since you're sick I'll give you this pass, also a special delivery pookie<3 Get well

GN!Reader, american!reader, trigger warning for my brit readers, sick!reader, platonic!relationship, soldier!reader

You have been volunteering at the medic bay, wanting to help some of the new recruits get over this sickness and just 2 days later, you laid in bed, sick with the flu. Your nose is all red, tissues pilling up on your desk. "Fuckin' shit, it's always me." You complained and got up from your bed. You walked to the common room where the team was. "Hey guys" your voice raspy and low. "Mate, you al'right?" Gaz asked from the sofa and all you gave him was a thumbs up.

You grab your designated mug and pour water from the bottles of water by the fridge, You open a packet and put the tea bag inside the mug. The microwave does the work and as you stand and wait, Price walks up to you, getting a piece of the snacks Soap made. "You looked like shite, kid." he chuckles and eats some of the food. "Feel like shit too."

Ghost walks in, ready for his midday tea when you take your mug from the microwave. All the men in the room gasped. "What're yer doing, mate?!" Even Soap felt offended.

"Y'all never made tea like this?"

"We have a bloody kettle for this reason!" Ghost shows you the item and tosses it on the stove. You watch as the four men all argue against you. "Bloody Americans always want the easy way out!"

"I mean the fuckin' microwave!" Gaz's voice squeals a little. "It's just tea, calm your tits." and that comment earns another gasp from the men.

In unison, "Just tea!"

You nod and reach for the sugar, Price shakes his head. Ghost reaches for your mug and dumps it out on the sink. "Bad human!" he scolds you. You laugh, you never knew the stereotype was an actual thing. "Now y'all will tell me you really got offended over the Boston Tea Party."

"It's tea, mate." Gaz looks at you disapprovingly and pats your back. "It's time we teach our little American 'ere to make proper tea, yeah?" All men nod and Ghost slowly and I mean slowly as if you were some child gives you a step-by-step on how to: use the kettle, understand when the tea is ready, that you must pour milk first and then the tea.

They all watch as you drink a sip and wait for your comment. "It's..tea, I still don't get why y'all are so pressed about this?"

"Look 'ere Hollywood, it's not just tea, we have customs 'ere for them. You must always follow these steps, yeah?" Gaz tried to talk you out of your usual American ways. You sigh, "Fine, but you better not try to change my way of fucking talking, fuckin' brits." You walk back to your room. The tea was possibly the best you've had and it did make you feel better now.

Meanwhile, the team tried to console a devasted teammate Ghost. "I can't believe I trust this person with my life on the field and they can't make one proper tea!"

Price rubs his back and shakes his head, "Shame Hollywood will go back to their ways." The four men stand there, meanwhile Gaz has already sent you four links to stores near you that sell kettles and YouTube links to teach you how to properly make tea.

Tags: @warenai

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[woman-of-balnain]

Hey was just wondering if you could do one for Arthur being in the saloon and his wife is also there and the guys he’s with are teasing him about how single he is and Arthur’s like bet I can get the girl to leave with me and there like there is no way in hell that woman would leave with you but she’s his wife and Arthur downs his drink and walks up to his wife like hello gorgeous, how would you like to ride home on a real cowboy I got a six pack of cold ones and my roomie is out all night so you can scream my name as loud as you need to sugar and they walk out together and everyone’s gobs smacked and the readers like will you just stop and tell people I’m your wife and Arthur’s like nah I love the surprise on there faces when the see a beautiful woman like you wants to date me plz

Masterlist | A03 Ver.

Title: The Fine Art of Flirtatious Conversation

A/N: So, I hope this is okay, anon! I got from the tone of the request that it was supposed to be funny but I’m not the best at comedy hahah still, I tried and I thought it’d be funny if Arthur purposely used really bad pickup lines on the reader lol but yeah don’t take it too seriously I guess? 😅

Requests are still open, so feel free to send them through if you have any 😊

Warnings: Really bad pickup lines? 😂 No use of Y/N / Reader's name etc.

Word Count: 1,662

Divider by: newlips

Arthur was walking through camp and thinking about you. He headed for his horse, your letter tucked safely away in his satchel and he was about to head into town. The sun was hanging low in the sky and it wouldn’t be long before dusk hit.

He had asked you to meet him, since he was close by to where you lived and he’d been missing you something fierce. Now that he knew you’d made it into town, he was looking forward to some quiet time, just the two of you. And he planned to make up for the period you’d been apart, letting the rest of the world fall away while he reacquainted himself with you and -

“Arthur, where ya headin’ off to?” A thick Irish accent interrupted his thoughts.

Arthur inwardly groaned as Sean came up to him, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet with intrigue.

“Nowhere, just into town,” Arthur reluctantly revealed.

“Yer goin’ to the saloon, I bet,” Sean correctly assumed. “I’ll come wit’ ya.”

“No-”

But it was too late and Arthur sighed as Sean called out to the others.

“Who wants to have a drink, fellers? Arthur’s payin’ fer the first round!”

“What-”

“Sure, I’ll come,” John piped up.

“Yeah,” Javier added quietly. “I could use a drink.”

Great.

But then Arthur saw Uncle about to chime in and he definitely wasn’t having that fool interrupt his plans too.

“Hurry it up then,” he told the others. “I ain’t waitin’ for you.”

He approached his horse and was quick to mount up into the saddle. Thankfully, the three tagalongs were quick enough to do the same before Uncle could manage to get off his ass and make a case to join them as well. As they rode out of camp and headed for town, with Sean talking their ears off the entire time, Arthur lamented over his spoiled plans with you.

When they entered the saloon, you hadn’t arrived yet. Leaning on the bar with the others, Arthur begrudgingly paid for the first round. Then, when the doors of the saloon swung open again, every pair of eyes in the room seemed to fall on your figure as you stepped inside.

Your own eyes, however, fell straight onto him and a smile began to curve up at the corners of your lips. Arthur just gave a subtle shake of his head and he didn’t miss the way you seemed to let out a sigh, but you still played along, looking away from him. Sean was quick to sidle up to you when you came to the bar, intending to order some food.

“Well, love, yer a pretty thing ain’t ya?”

Arthur watched from the corner of his eye as you gave Sean a disinterested glance.

“Let me buy ya a drink,” Sean continued. “I’ll show ya a good time.”

So, now you’re payin’? Arthur inwardly grumbled.

“No, thank you,” was your simple, but polite reply.

Your food was placed on the counter then and you took it before walking off to sit at one of the tables. Sean watched you with a look of shock, as if he’d never been turned down before (he definitely had) and Arthur couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.

“You’ve gotta ease into it,” Javier advised the young Irishman. “Take your time, not try and get under her skirt in the first five minutes.”

“That’s bullshit,” John cut in. “I’ll bet she’s just got enough sense to stay away from a feller like you, Sean.”

“I’ll have you know,” Sean argued. “The ladies have never complained before.”

“Not to your face at least,” Javier snickered.

Arthur couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as well and the smile never left his lips because he knew the real reason you’d turned the poor kid down. You’d never once, ever since meeting Arthur, had eyes for anyone else. Let alone even harmlessly flirted with another man. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit smug about it.

“What‘s so funny, English?” Sean turned to Arthur. “Think ya could do better, eh?”

“I know I can, boy,” Arthur replied calmly.

“When was the last time you had a woman, Arthur?” John smirked. “Let alone chatted one up. D’you even know how anymore?”

“Shut up,” Arthur groused.

“Go on then,” the Irishman challenged him further. “Give us a show, Morgan. We’ll see who’s laughin’ then.”

“Sure,” Arthur downed the rest of his whiskey and stepped away from the bar. “Pay attention, kid. You might actually learn somethin’ useful.”

You looked up as Arthur walked over to you and if it wasn’t for his unexpected and unwanted audience, he’d have dragged you off back to your hotel room by now. You looked so damn beautiful, and all you were doing was sitting there and minding your own business. Arthur sat down in the chair across from you and watched as you rested your chin in one of your hands, appraising him curiously.

“Can I help you, mister?” You asked him.

Good, you were still playing along.

“Do you remember me?” Arthur asked, loudly enough for the three gang members to hear.

You raised an eyebrow, obviously wondering if he was being serious or still playing at his ruse of not knowing you.

“Oh, that’s right,” Arthur continued. “I’ve only met you in my dreams.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth with your hand quickly to stifle it. Arthur just grinned, knowing how ridiculous he sounded, but that was the point he was trying to prove.

“You religious, miss?” He went on, loving the mirth in your eyes and the way you tried to hide your own smile.

“Why?” You asked, stifling another giggle.

“Because you’re the answer to my prayers.”

He heard Sean let out a cackle of a laugh at his expense, but paid it little mind.

“Ar-” you caught yourself quickly. “Uh, you have quite the way with words, mister…"

Arthur could tell that you were wondering when he would let up, but he wasn’t quite done yet. He was purposefully making a fool of himself, to show that it didn’t matter what he said, because in the end he would be the one you walked out of the saloon with.

“You got a map, darlin’?” He asked you.

“No…” you bit your lip to suppress another laugh. “Why?”

“Because I just got lost in your eyes.”

You couldn’t help it and let out a string of uncontrollable giggles. Arthur just smiled warmly at you, loving the sound. When you’d calmed down enough to speak again, your own gaze softened as you looked at him.

“Let’s get out of here,” you suggested quietly, so only Arthur could hear.

“What’s that?” He asked, louder than necessary. “You got a hotel room we can use?”

You just nodded with amusement, but it was clear that you were eager for some time alone with him. So, Arthur stood up and came around to your side of the table, holding his hand out to you like a gentleman. You accepted it and once you were standing, he linked your arm with his.

As you both walked past Sean, Javier and John, he didn’t miss the opportunity to glance at them. All three looked absolutely gobsmacked, but none more so than Sean.

“She turned me down, but fell for that?” Sean muttered incredulously.

Arthur couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that spread across his lips, but he just continued to lead you out of the saloon and head for the hotel. Once you were out on the street, you tugged a little on his arm and Arthur turned his head to look at you.

“What was that about?” You asked him, evidently confused.

“What?”

“You could’ve just told them that I’m your wife.”

“Nah, darlin’,” he gave you an affectionate smile. “I love the way people react when they find out a woman like you wants to be with me.”

You couldn’t help the smile that curved up on your own lips, but it didn’t make sense to you.

“Wouldn’t they still react like that if they found out we’re married?” You questioned.

“Maybe, but it’s more fun this way, darlin’.”

“If you say so…”

“Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” He asked.

Arthur stopped and turned to look at you, picking up on the fact that you seemed a little down all of a sudden.

“No, just… you’re not embarrassed of me, are you?”

“What? Course not, darlin’.”

You looked back towards the saloon, noting that his friends could still see you both through the window.

“Prove it then,” you brought your gaze back to Arthur’s.

“Wh-?”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his question before you were grabbing on to the lapels of his jacket and pulling him to you. Arthur’s lips met yours and then his arms were wrapping around you and holding you close. You’d missed him like crazy, so feeling him kissing you again was like heaven.

Arthur kept it gentle and chaste at first, but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself harder against him, he deepened the kiss and groaned into your mouth. The coarse hair on his cheeks and around his lips tickled your skin, but the feeling brought you back to every other time his lips had caressed different parts of your body.

When he eventually pulled away, it was only slightly and Arthur pressed his forehead against yours. His hands were holding onto your waist and his fingers traced patterns tantalizingly across your skin, through the material of your skirt.

“I missed you, darlin’,” he told you softly.

“I missed you too,” you smiled happily. “Come on, let’s go make use of that hotel room.”

As Arthur took your hand in his, he could’ve sworn that he heard another loud comment ring out from the saloon, spoken in a thick Irish accent.

“That shite really worked!”

#request #asked and answered #Arthur Morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x fem reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #Arthur Morgan x you #Arthur Morgan/reader #Arthur Morgan x wife!reader #arthur Morgan/you #female reader

[kira-fluff]

OBEY ME OMG YOU WRITE FOR OBEY ME CAN U PLS WRITE THE 7 BROS REACTING TO YOU LISTENING AND SINGING “TALK DIRTY TO ME” BY JASON D BUT LIKE YOU SING IT ALL INNOCENTLY AHHHHH TYYY

a/n: these lyrics made me laugh my ass off because LUCIFER'S EXPRESSION ALONE-- i-- THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS LMFAOOOOOOO tw: extremely raunchy lyrics lmao (not censored bc oh well), cursing, extremely suggestive (srsly not me being horny on main), minors dni, nsfw

reacting to you singing an inappropriate song innocently - obey me! brothers x reader

you were minding your own business, jamming to a song that was an absolute bop, "talk dirty to me" by the one and only jason d. you honestly forgot how...well.. bold the lyrics were as you sang along, completely unaware that someone was listening.

lucifer "Dos Cadenas, close to genius Sold out arenas, you can suck my penis"

LMFAO

the way his eyebrows SHOT UP to his hairline

eyes comically wide

makes burning eye contact with you

readjusts his position in his seat to accommodate his erection

can't help the smirk that creeps up his mouth

how can you be so innocent while being so dirty at the same time?

he'll just rest his chin on his wrist, watching you

he'll wait for you to finish your mini-concert, of course

he's a gentleman after all

he may not be one after your eyes finally flit up to his though

realization spreading across your face as you let out a little giggle, apologizing that you forgot what song was playing

"be careful who you sing those songs around. not everyone will be able to hold back as well as me."

mammon "Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck (deck) Chest to chest, tongue on neck (neck) International oral sex"

turns BRIGHT RED.

coughs into his hand in an attempt to make you realize he's still here

can't stop himself from gazing at your lips

imagine them around his cock

like, come on now

he's still a demon

so anyone that says he's a pure, innocent bean could not be more wrong

this dude is canonically VERY dirty-minded

his eyes pool with want as he looks at you, completely unaware of what you're doing to him

his expression is so strained and tortured

if you ask him about it, though, he'll deny it to his grave

high-key possessive of this side of you lol

"i dunno what yer talkin' about, human! d-don't be singin' those around anyone else, got it?!"

leviathan "All I really need to understand is (uh-huh) When you, you talk dirty to me"

nosebleed.

as soon as you began singing the song he was entranced by the way your lips sounded out each syllable

you weren't even try but it was sensual asf

help this poor man omfg

covers his whole face, not only trying to stop the bleeding, but also because his face is so, incredibly flushed

your eyes snap up to his and you tilt your head in confusion

fuck

aaaand now he's hard.

concern sweeps over your face as you move closer to him, taking his face in your hands

you attempt to stop the bleeding from his nose but it doesn't show any sign of stopping

that is, of course, primarily due to the fact that you're currently straddling him

let be honest, though, while you weren't trying to be dirty singing the song, you hid the smirk that so desperately wanted to envelop your mouth as you sat on top of him

you'd just lightly brush your center against his bulge and he's already gasping and moaning

"s-stop... you're not playing fair, y/n..."

satan "Met a friend in Rio (Dos) She was all on me, oh (Tres) We could ménage à three, oh"

swears you're doing it on purpose.

he'll glare at you at first, eyeing you for any indications of mischief

after he examines you and sees no indications that you're trying to rile him up, he's intrigued

crosses his arms, planning on waiting until the end of the song

but then you sing those lyrics

and he lets out a frustrated groan, taking the bridge of his nose between his fingers

he's shaking his head in disbelief

how can you be this oblivious?

he keeps crossing and uncrossing his legs because his pants are getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute

when you finally look up at him you smile innocently, waving to him

you frown when all you receive is his suffering expression and the shake of his head

"sometimes you're so unaware it makes me wonder how you've survived this long.."

asmodeus "You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés (oh) Our conversations ain't long But you know what it is"

"oh you like this song, too?"

not fazed at all

forgot the lyrics were "inappropriate" honestly

probably will sing along with you in his off-key voice (you can't convince me this boy can sing)

he won't pass up the chance to offer some unsolicited sexual invitations to you, though

when you raise an eyebrow, confused, it dawns on him

you weren't even trying to start anything and here he was already ready to go down on you

he laughs his airy laugh

will probably suggest the two of you make a music video of it

"it would be even more fun if we shot it with our clothes off <3"

why would you sing this song by him lmfao

he might be semi-joking but his lustful eyes never leave yours

"maybe we can act out song of the songs suggestions later, ok?"

beelzebub "Her pussy so good I bought her a pet Got her saved in my phone under 'Big Booty' Anyway, every day I'm tryna get to it Got her saved in my phone under 'Big Booty'"

gulps. and not because he's hungry.

well, for food, that is.

low-key disturbed at how turned on he his

rubs his stomach in surprise, because this isn't the sort of hunger he's used to

can't even be around you while you sing it

he literally will sprint to the gym and lift like 2000 lbs to try to think about something else other than your ass

his thoughts are pure sin (i mean, he is a demon after all)

what would you taste like?

winces at his own thoughts

when you find him later and ask him what was wrong, he can barely look you in the eye without feeling shame

his ears still get a little red thinking about it even now

he tries so hard to be a good guy awe

"you make me feel a sort of hunger i haven't felt before... it's strange."

belphagor "I'm that flight that you get on, international First class seat on my lap, girl, riding comfortable, ha (oh yeah)"

funnily enough, your lap has never looked like a better pillow.

your thighs are so plush and soft

perfect for his head to rest on

or his face to sit in between

all suggestions, of course

that he keeps in his head

you notice him staring, but his eyes are no where near yours

instead, they're staring at the little shadow of fabic below your skirt

what can you expect? demons don't take classes on manners

when he realizes you caught him staring, he'll look away, his cheeks tinted a shade of pink

call him out on it, his reaction will be hilarious

if your expression is accompanied by a smirk, all the better

who's so smug now?

"you sure do have the 'innocent act' down to a tee. don't try that again with me or you'll have to take responsibility for what happens next."

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[shandycandy278]

Hey, im not exactly sure if yer the guy that takes writing requests(ignore if youre not taking at the moment) but ive woken up with this

Error/Nightmare, enemies to master/slave to friends to lovers, romcom

Before anyone thinks it's gonna go weird, naah it's not lmao

Basically goes like this

Nightmare lost, so there was an agreement that the loser will be a slave to the winner and they'll do what their master says

Nightmare cant imagine the despicable things this glitch will make him do, but as a man of his word, he had to comply. Whatever it may be.

"as for my first command as your master.."

Nightmare snaps to attention, preparing himself

"go make me a sandwich"

The glitch nonchalantly commaded without batting Nightmare an eye from the bean bag he was sitting

Nightmare was not prepared for that alright

So yeah, i kinda wanna see how this story expands, i know for sure i dont have enough skills for it

But yeah, feel free to not post if youre not up for it or if youre not taking requests at the moment

Have a good day lol

Heya AVJ! :D

Don’t know if you remember me lol I wrote a one shot for you a few years ago XD

Yes, my requests are still open! However they are more drabble requests, shorter and to the point instead of writing a full-on one-shot or chapter.

So this might be a liiiiittle short, and probably just a fraction of what you’re hoping for, but I’ll do my best!

(And if you like it enough you would like more, just send another ask and I can write a little more for it then! :D)

hehehe, this’ll be fun.

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Nightmare was WAY past sick of this.

Was there some other way to describe his emotions towards this? Loathing? Frustration? Murderous?

No, none of those quite fit it right.

And the worst part was that time did not truly exist here. Not in the way that Nightmare was used too. His little punishment for their bet about the battle was only to last a month, but it was impossible to tell exactly when a month was when clocks and phones alike just… stopped working here.

Grumbling as he cleaned up mess from Ink’s fight with Error here (the towels weren’t soaking up NEARLY enough of the ink), he glanced up to look over at where Error was. Error had plopped down to start watching Undernovela after he had given Nightmare his orders.

Or.

Well.

He had been.

Nightmare blinked as his eyelight locked with Error’s eyelights, Error blinking back. A blue/yellow flush immediately sprouted on Error’s face as he glared at him, snarling.

“What are you looking at?! Get back to work!”

“I should be asking you that.” Nightmare growled lowly in turn, but he did as he was told- turning away and continuing to wipe up the ink.

This time, Nightmare could feel Error’s eyelights on him. He did his best to ignore it, his own cheeks flushing with anger and embarrassment. It wasn’t like he looked any different. Thankfully, they both had agreed that there would be NO dressing up for this servitude when they had first stated the conditions for the bet.

Unable to ignore it any longer, Nightmare glanced over his shoulder at back at Error. Error almost seemed to startle at being caught, the thoughtful expression he had quickly turning into a scowl.

“Did you need something else, master?” Nightmare sneered pointedly. Error turned his skull back to the screen featuring Undernovela, grumbling something under his breath. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Just shut up and get me some popcorn before you keep cleaning!” Error snapped. Upset that it would take even longer now, Nightmare dropped what he was doing and opened a portal to get Error the popcorn he liked.

Error was truly an enigma in the worst way possible.

#writing #drabbles #error #error sans #error!sans #nightmare #nightmare sans #nightmare!sans #errormare

[rainiishowers]

Hi, I have a request! Could you do the brothers' reaction to mc saying their favorite TSL character is the one based off of them without even knowing TSL was based on the brothers in the first place?

Like, someone asks MC who is it and they just go "___ is definitely my favorite", maybe even start going on a rant about how cool the character is or something lol

Lucifer

He knew that Levi had shown MC TSL and it's world, and he knew about the fact that Simeon had inspired the Seven Lords off of the brothers

Lucifer also knew that Levi had gotten Diavolo interested in such things

So here he was, at the castle with MC, watching with Barbatos as the crowned prince and the human exchange student rambled on about TSL

"Who's your favourite character, MC?"

"I can say without a doubt, the Lord of Corruption! He's such an interesting character, his schemes that he plots are so well thought out!"

Of course, Lucifer heard this and remembered that the Lord of Corruption was based on him

He got a bit red, but soon interjected with a whole load of other questions for MC

What they like most about him, what they like least about him, etc

Barbatos and Diavolo knew what he was doing, but Lucifer was sure that MC didn't know that their favourite lord was based on the Avatar of Pride himself

Mammon

A TSL marathon in MC's room is what got him into this situation

Mammon, MC and Solomon were watching some of the featured films, with the second eldest making sure the wizard didn't get too close to MC

While MC was putting on the last film, Solomon asked a question

"Out of random curiosity, MC. Out of all the characters, who is your favourite?"

"Definitely the Lord of Fools!"

Mammon knew that The Lord of Fools was based on him, but wanted to play it cool

"Well of course he's yer favourite! He's the best one out of all of 'em!"

"He acts all tough, but I personally think he cares for his brothers"

MC looks at Mammon

"That sounds kinda like you, Mams"

"W-What-- Pfft!- Nooo..."

MC's eyes narrow at him, the look causing Mammon to feel very very hot all the sudden

Eventually, MC shrugs and puts on the last movie

"Whatever, I hope we get to see him in this."

Maybe at some point, Mammon will let MC know

Leviathan

MC and Levi were watching TSL in the otaku’s room

Now, it took a while for Levi to understand that the brothers were the inspiration behind the seven lords

So he sort of… assumed that MC knew about this..

However, in one scene, the Lord of Shadows was doing a monologue in front of Henry, and MC was listening with rapt attention

“The Lord of Shadows is so cool, he has to be my favourite character!”

“Yea! He’s mine too!“ Levi replied

Realizing only seconds later that the Lord of Shadows was based on him

Was that a sign?! Could he actually have a chance with MC?!

His mind started to overeagerly jump to conclusions

But as he thought more and more about how the Lord of Shadows is so much cooler than him, and how he’s just a disgusting otaku, his self confidence went down the drain

Levi would love to be with MC, but will he ever have that chance?

Satan

He would often invite MC to read with him in his room

The book MC had chosen this time was the newest edition of TSL

He knew from conversations with Simeon that the characters of the title were based on the seven brothers

Satan had finished reading a chapter, and before he could start again, MC huffs

“The Lord of Masks is so handsome it’s almost infuriating!”

Satan, clearly amused and curious at this, gestures them to continue

“Like, I want to glide across a ballroom with him, but I also want to slap him in his stupidly handsome face!”

“I understand that feeling.”

Satan uses his magic to clear the floor of any books before getting up and turning on some music before offering a hand to MC

“Since slapping him nor ballroom dancing with him is a possibility, why don’t you ballroom dance with me instead?”

Maybe one day, he’ll tell them

Asmodeus

He knew the basic things from Solomon talking about to Levi’s rambles

Obviously, he was flattered when Simeon based the Lord of Lechery off him

When Asmo discovered MC was a fan, he was prepared for the conversations that Levi and MC would have in front of the brothers

During one of these times, specifically during dinner, Satan had asked out of pure curiousity who MC’s favourite character was

“Oh, that has to be the Lord of Lechery. He’s a bit… eccentric, but I think that makes him stand out.. I don’t think the author did him justice though…”

Asmo was touched, truly. Although he started to wonder if MC knew the character inspiration

“Hon.. Do you know who the lords are based off of?”

“Hm? No?”

“Doesn’t the Lord of Lechery remind you of someone…?”

MC squints, and Asmo could see the math being done in their head.

“He kinda reminds me of you, Asmo.”

MC gasped, slamming their hands on the table.

“Wait, did the author take inspiration from you guys to make the seven lords?!”

“Ding ding ding! You got it right!” Asmo grins.

Asmo couldn’t help but snicker at the shocked face of MC as they sat back down and started blanking out, presumably retracing all the signs that the inspo was there

Beelzbub

Honestly, he was probably one of the least knowledgeable brothers when it came to TSL. He only remembers that the brothers are the inspiration when it comes up (mostly from Levi’s rambles)

It was movie night, and MC, having been the movie picker, decided to pick the second film of TSL, having picked the first movie the previous week

Before the movie started, Belphie was on MC’s lap, using them as a pillow, as he usually does

“Hey MC, who’s your favourite lord in TSL?”

“Oh, I like The Lord of Flies! He’s a bit dumb, but that’s what is endearing about him. I honestly don’t think he gets enough screentime”

Wait MC likes the Lord of Flies? Beel wasn’t expecting that

But he did get a warm feeling inside as he munched on his popcorn

Belphegor

The brothers had gotten tickets for a TSL play because MC was having a tough week, and Lucifer wanted to do something special

The only reason his brothers and himself wanted to come is presumably so they can see MC happy

At the seats before the play started, Beel asked MC something

“Who’s your favourite character, MC?”

“Definitely the Lord of Emptiness! I think he’s an interesting guy because you never know what he’s thinking! Sometimes I wish I knew, but it would take away half of the mystery surrounding him.”

Belphie gave a shit eating grin to the rest of his brothers before laying his head on MC’s lap

“The youngest is always favoured.”

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