#ORDER UP

[bi-writes]

how would arguments go between simon and MOB? i imagine he would never dare raise his voice at her.

simon does not argue with his wife. if you are in danger or something is wrong, i could see him using a little bit of his lieutenant's voice just to get you to listen to him. to "get behind me" or "i'll take care of this, you go." otherwise, there's no resistance. none at all.

"you know, simon, i..." you stop at the door, swallowing. you rub a hand over your forehead, shaking your head. "i...i-i really don't want to go."

he shuffles in his boots, staring at you carefully. you're all dressed up; you've got a new dress on (that he bought you, eagerly), and you've done your makeup. you clutch your purse with clammy hands, and he narrows his eyes when he sees the tremble in your bottom lip. he clears his throat, taking his jacket off. he removes his boots quietly, scratching the back of his neck as he comes close to you to take your bag and hang it up by the door again.

"okay," simon murmurs. "then we won't go."

he doesn't tell you about the cancellation fee.

"'ello?"

"simon!"

he startles awake this time, holding the phone closer to his ear. the sheer anxiety in your voice cuts his gut sharp.

"wot? wot is it? wot happened?"

"i--i totally...i screwed up, simon--oh, god, i'm so sorry--"

"oi!" simon says firmly. "wot happened?"

"i...i'm at the shop, someone was going to back into me, so i swerved, and--"

"fuck," simon breathes. "are ya olright?"

"the car, it's--"

"not wot i asked," simon interrupts you. "are ya hurt?"

"w-what? i..." you sniffle. "no. i'm okay. just a little sore, i guess..."

simon lets out a deep breath, shaking his head.

"i'm coming," simon says lowly. "you stay there, baby. don't move."

"but, simon, the walk is--"

"i'll see ya in twenty."

"oh, no, no, no, no!" you gasp. the orange tabby's head perks up at the sound of your voice at the door. she's got one of simon's masks in her mouth, and even from this distance and without the lights turned on, you can tell the fabric is shredded to bits. it's all over the floor, scattered across the couch, flecks of lint in her fur.

"oh, god, how could you?!" you panic a little. she must have gotten into some kind of drawer or basket or the laundry, because as you start towards her, she darts away, leading you across the house where you can see shreds of more masks and simon's socks strewn about the house. "oh, no!"

the front door closes heavy. when you come into the living room, simon is there, dropping his gear onto the floor. he looks tired--his shoulders sag, and you can see his eyes half-lidded and barely opening.

"simon, i'm...i'm s-sorry, she--"

you're holding his tattered clothes, but before you can say anything more, he grabs you by the shoulders and hugs you so tight. you nearly lose your breath from how he crushes you to his chest, and you let out a quiet whimper when his knees buckle and he falls to the floor with you, cradling your head to his chest and kissing your forehead through the mask over and over.

you're here. you're real. you're alive.

you drop the shredded fabric and hug him back, closing your eyes as you breathe him in. he tips your head back finally, ripping his mask off and kissing you hard.

he doesn't care when he sees the orange cat take a bite of his thrown mask and run away with it.

he can buy a million masks. but his girls--he pulls back from your kiss to stare down at you, intense. he hasn't slept in days, and he hasn't had a decent meal in weeks, camping on different rooftops just to track a shipment, and when that bullet whizzed past his head, all he could think about was you. the cat-bitten plants. the warm food. the cherry dress. some things cannot be replaced.

some brides cannot be ordered again. they don't make them like you.

you are one of a kind.

[catsofyore]

Love to see waitstaff enjoying their work. 1961. Source.

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss | H-O-T-T-O-G-O | Maybe Happy Ending | June 31, 2024 | 🎥 via MHE

[dreamnotnapss]

please look at this clip of dream gently resting his hand over sapnaps, it slides over so easily and casually https://twitter.com/dteamaf/status/1678147020228534273

OH FUCK OH FUCK

HOLD ON I NEED A MOMENT

[digestabold]

Everycreature that reblogs this gets a personal dinner kobold to eat however they please....

[feralhoekage]

I need French fries & a lobotomy

[ilovemlp39]

Here are questions 4-6! Sorry it took this long to get the next part up-

Also I decided to chunk up the asks because when I uploaded the full file Tumblr butchered the quality so bad. Hopefully it's not as grainy as it was last time eheh...

Credits

"Santan" belongs to: "Ilovemlp39" (me lmao)

"Jiko" belongs to: "Ilovemlp39" (me lmao)

"Hm, you seem to know a little too much."

[caw4brandon]

- Sadie N' Jamie: Order Up! -

I'm plan to do more posts like this where it's just random fit checks for my characters. Today, we have Sadie and Jamie dressing up in a diner outfit taken from Doctor Who. Featuring Clara Oswald.

Because Jamie is more of a pants kind of girl. I decided to give her pants instead of a skirt. I like Clara Oswald/ Jenna Coleman's costumes a lot. This diner waitress outfit is really cute~

I took some creative liberties with how the girls would wear it. Sadie is just borrowing Clara's pose and Jamie ties up a ponytail. I'm going to do more of this coloured lineart for the nose and hair.

I'm also gonna test out more shades because I think that is still my weakness. You'll see more of the girls in unique outfits in the future. Those girl accounts where they dress up in various OOTDs (outfit of the day) is very helpful!

[000-pawz]

hi dai :33 i saw u mention himbo sungho and i had to RUN to come talk about it because i have been calling sungho a himbo for the past two months bc the deeper i get into bnd the more i start to notice his little himbo-like antics and i just love it so much. i started calling him a himbo when funnextdoor 2 came out and they were going in that room to get their missions and it took sungho so long to realize everyone else was leaving 1 by 1 to also get missions. he was like, "you guys have missions?!?!?" as if taesan wasn't randomly standing there with an entire fruit basket in his hand 😭 then they all further confirmed my sungho himbo agenda in their comeback show when the boys told him that his brain is narrower than his shoulders and i was just sitting there like "awe 😭" cuz he's so precious, like it's so true. he's so smart but asks the most obvious questions and he's just a little like,, idk if this is the right word but he's a little ditzy at times and i just think that's so cute. he sometimes contrasts so much from how he's normally super organized and put together and sometimes it's like he's all cloudy in his head and i think that's how he'd be during sex. he'd shut his brain off for you, like your touch triggers something in his mind that makes him all floaty, he'll ask the same thing over and over, his voice would be all soft as if the words can barely come out. he definitely has a thing for you being like, "oh my pretty dumb baby, don't think, just feel" or smth like that cuz he gets sooooo zoned in on the feeling of your hands on his body that his mind turns even more into mush and sometimes he tries to keep it together but in turn he just sounds even more silly cuz he can't think. i just love himbo sungho so dearly, feel like he's the type to almost burst into laughter in the middle of sex because the feeling is too much and it's like his body is having a reaction to it so that little giggle he always does would come out cuz he just can't think like idk IDKK 😭 idek what i said in this ask but yes,, welcome to my brain 😭

bunny omg. ur brain is genuinely magnificent... delectable... yummy... LIKE YES ditzy is the perfect word to describe him >3< and in the new what door episode, he and jaehyun just stood there reading the sheet music upside down like that was so cute <\3

and omg yes when it comes to sex, he just stops thinking completely... he'll literally exist on autopilot, just letting you do whatever to him because he can't use his brain so u have to think for him!!! the sweetest himbo ever... and he doesn't even realize it!! you'll say you want to ride him and he just looks at you with big eyes and goes "you want to ride me?" like yes sweetheart that's what said <3

HE GETS SOSOSO GIGGLY like your fingers will brush over his nipples and he starts giggling and goes "that tickles!!" while covering his chest >3< and i will forever keep bringing up how he covers his face because it just gets too much and he doesn't know what to do with himself!!! the dumbest cutest kitty ever.... ^_____^

bunny this is so great like i need more of this himbo sungho meal... <3333

[oh-miya]

who are you calling a dumbass?

- @atsoomu-m

well i only got one brother, don’t i? unless ma had a secret third and forgot to tell me…

[bi-writes]

Okay but MOB sitting on Simon's lap, cuddling as they watch some movie Simon picked out because it was his turn. At one point she gets up and he thinks she's just going to use the restroom, hands on her hips to help stabilize her. Only instead of leaving, she turns around and sits on her knees between his legs. She bats her eyes at him but otherwise just soaking in how pretty he is. He probably makes a joke, says he loves her and when he still doesn't move figures she just wants a moment and continues to watch the screen.

When she finally works herself up to it, she starts sliding her hands up and down his thighs and just the sensation and imagery alone has him hard and he can't bring himself to ask her to stop when it feels so nice. Eventually her hands wander up further and she begins to play with the button of his jeans. Still not stopping her, even as she unbuttons and zips them down to pull out his erection. When he finally looks down, she stops and stares innocently up at him.

As soon as his attention's somewhat back up on the screen, she repositions herself and licks a stripe up his dick to bring his head into her mouth to swirl around. He doesn't even last that long and she doesn't let him pull her off when he comes.

Or something like that...

mail-order bride (18+)

simon likes action movies. they're his favorite, by far. he likes to watch the over-the-top car races in the middle of metropolitan cities, he likes big, stupid explosions and when the protagonist has their enemy at the end of their gun and says something cheesy like "you're not going anywhere now."

he told you once that he likes the simplicity. the happy endings. the key recovered, a family saved, the epic conclusion of an explosive journey that always ends in the bad guy in handcuffs and the good guy on a beach sipping a mai tai, getting the girl, saving the world.

you think maybe he likes it because it dampens reality. you have seen the aftermath of an op gone wrong; in this way, simon can fantasize just a little. he can pretend that there is nothing wrong with the world for 90 minutes or so.

what's so wrong with that?

he's so pretty.

he ran errands for you today. came back from the store with a paper bag in his hands, setting it down on the counter and unpacking it. you were sat at the kitchen counter, the orange cat wrapped up completely in a burrito of a towel so you could cut her dagger-like claws without risk of retaliation. simon was watching carefully out of the corner of his eye, but as he unpacked the bag, you had all but melted in your chair.

a refill of your favorite makeup remover (you were going to run out tonight, guaranteed). vitamins (ya look right sick, baby, drink y'r juice). your favorite brand of pads (just tell me which ones, i'll get it right, promise). sour sweets (cherry-flavored, of course, sour because he likes the face you make when you pop them into your mouth). when the last box hit the counter, you had dropped the cat, much to her relief.

condoms. fucking condoms.

no, he's not pretty. simon is so fucking hot.

he doesn't budge when you get up to put the empty popcorn bowl into the sink. when you come back in the room, simon is still staring at the television, eyes trained on the spy on screen hopping between rooftops as they dodge bullets. you bite your lip watching him, unable to stop thinking about simon, simon, simon.

he's wearing nice jeans. straight jeans, but even the extra give doesn't matter when your husband is made of pure muscle and fat. you can see his stomach through his shirt since it's tucked in, white fabric showing off that nice pudge that you love laying your head on, your palm, knowing how solid and strong he most certainly is. nghghhhh, and his arms--big, bulging, tattooed, a perfect canvas for colorful markers or glitter or maybe your tongue.

it's subconscious, really. the carpet is soft under your knees as you kneel at his feet, lowering yourself so you can blink up at him big and wide as he keeps his eyes on the movie. he does notice you, however; his big hand slides down his thigh, and your eyes flutter a little when he passes it over your head then down your face, a pretty little pet between his legs.

"not supposed to be on y'r knees f'me, baby," simon mutters, but you can't answer because his thumb slips into your mouth. you wrap your lips around it absentmindedly, running your tongue over the thick pad of it. "tha's my job."

you sit up on your knees, leaning over him, and he gives you his attention finally, a twitch of a smile as he bends his neck a little and kisses you warmly. you steady yourself by putting your hands on his thighs, gripping the meat of them firm as you slip your tongue into his mouth and draw a low grunt from deep within his chest.

"always working for me, simon," you whisper between kisses. "always..."

fuck, the blood rushes to his cock almost immediately. he has such a soft spot for you. taking care of you, doing things for you, buying you what you need--it makes him so fucking hard thinking about fulfilling every need of yours. you deserve nothing but nice dreams, good meals, happy cats, a well-loved pussy, all the love his broken heart can give. he chubs up in his pants every time you ask him for something.

can you carry this for me, simon?

oh, i need some help with this, baby, just here...

can you get me more of this? i'm about to run out.

the zipper is stuck, simon...can you get me out of this?

ugh, you're his walking wet dream. and you're kneeling in between his legs, his sweet girl pouting up at him, and--oh, fuck--

your hands are soft under his shirt. you've untucked it just enough, your warm fingers sliding along the band of his jeans. he hisses a little, his body stiffening, and you smooth a thumb over his belt before kissing him again.

"you're so pretty, simon," you whisper, and he licks over your bottom lip in response, drawing a soft whine out of you. his thighs widen just a little when he hears the clink of his belt, feeling the waistband loosen as you draw it out from the loops and toss it onto the carpet behind you. "such a handsome man you are..."

"come off it," simon growls a little, and you giggle, freeing the button and slipping your hand down. his mouth falls open in a silent moan as you cup him with a hot hand, fingers sliding under his length to fondle his balls.

"mmm..." you follow his sputtering mouth, breathing him in. "actually, simon...i really, really wanna get on it..."

"wot a brat," simon murmurs, clicking his tongue. "can't be fuckin' patient--ahh!"

you pull him out of his jeans with a firm tug before sticking your tongue out and kneeling back down to lick a curious stripe up the underside of him. simon is pulsing, radiating heat and already leaking beads of stringy pre-cum, and as you suck the tip of him into your mouth, you realize just how thick your husband really is.

you've never seen him quite this naked, quite this up close. when he fucked your thighs, he had felt big, but his cock is truly making a space for itself in your mouth--

"ah!" you gasp as he fists your hair and pulls you off, leaning down to kiss you hard.

"baby--"

"i want it--" you whimper, using your hands, letting the spit from your mouth drip down his cock as your fingers spread it wide, pumping him softly. "simon, please! please! you always say...always say i can have whatever i want, please..."

when he lets your hair go, you dive. you suck him into your mouth, practically purring as you press him back into the couch and suck. he tastes like a man should, like a husband should, musk and a little sweat and just enough soap to have you a little light-headed. with the first bob of your head, simon shudders, a big hand cupping the back of your neck as he drops his chin to his chest to watch you. he uses his other hand to push your hair back, his mouth falling open a little as he watches your eyes roll back in your head as you try to fit more of him into your mouth.

your mouth squelches with every bob. spit gathers around the edges of your mouth, little globs dripping out as you slurp and flick your tongue over every vein and soft patch of skin. you're making a mess of him, all soft mouth and wiggly tongue and gentle moans that make him seize up.

it's not even a minute of your soft sucking, and simon is caught off guard by his own release. he wants to apologize, but you look so fucking pretty, coughing a little around his wet cock.

you don't stop then either.

some of it drips down around your hands, his own cum webbing between your fingers and getting onto the front of your shirt and staining his jeans, but you keep your mouth on him. you nuzzle the head of his cock against the inside of your cheek, pull off just enough to suck so softly on the tip of him.

"baby, fuck--" simon chokes, watching you through lidded, hazy eyes. "please, fuck--"

"i want it," you whisper, smoothing a wet hand down his length. he's getting hard all over again, and he nearly cums a second time when you let your eyes find his and pepper kisses from the tip of him all the way to the base. "don't i get w-whatever i want, simon? c-can't i...can't i have more?"

simon chuckles a little. he uses his thumb to swipe a glob of cum off your chin, bringing it up to his own mouth to suck off with a snort.

"you want more, baby?" simon asks, and you sit back up on your knees, pressing your forehead to his as he eyes your lips. they're a tad swollen, kiss-bitten and wet. "wot more do ya want, hmm? wot is it my wife wants so much, huh?"

you smile, wide, those big eyes sparkling. you give him another slow stroke with your hand, and he hisses, gritting his teeth as he watches your smile get just that much bigger.

"i want you to stop playing games with me, simon," you say softly. "you'll never win. so just give me what i deserve."

"wot you deserve?"

"don't i deserve you, simon?" you ask, and when he fails to answer, you swipe your thumb over his cock, drawing a cracked groan out of him. "you won't make me beg, will you, simon?"

"no," simon pants, leaning further into you, pressing his face to yours. "never. my wife doesn't beg for anythin'."

"you promise, simon?"

"my wife gets woteva she fuckin' asks for. olways."

[keeperofquestions]

"I have been commanded by Her Grace to collect this mysterious rib dish through whatever contacts and means available to me. I have been advised to ask if any else wishes to make any additional requests for my quest."

@a-hell-of-a-time Via has given Phel a McDonald's order. Anyone else want anything?

(Duplicate muses can also submit orders if we want to confuse the poor steward.)

[sammythedemon]

omg i didnt show yall my masterpiece yesterday

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss | H-O-T-T-O-G-O | Maybe Happy Ending | June 31, 2024 | 📸 via MHE

[dreamnotnapss]

Thinking of Dream adoring seeing Sapnap really happy. Not that he’s not normally happy, but Sapnap is usually pretty stoic expression-wise so they don’t see it outwardly. There are moments like when George moved in and when he won Squidcraft where Sapnap is beaming and he loves to bask in it for the short time it lasts. For two years Sapnap wasn’t allowed to have anyone visit him in their home. Not his family, not his friends, not even Punz. Now Dream has face revealed and he’s invited as many friends as would come to their home, for himself yes, but for all of them as well. And he got to make Sapnap smile that smile and that means a lot.

seeing that smile definitely made up for the wait, i'm sure of it

[lunarchibistry]

A tumblr exclusive! I did this painting for the Order Up! zine and never got around to sharing it 😅 I chose to give Manana her own little Cafe and thought it would be fun to have Eunie and Taion as waiters!