#they make me sick *puts them in my mouth and starts munching*

[maryn00b]

tim drake and his weird ass hair

if you saw the typo no u didnt

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[sarah-denial-cq]

I'm on my knees, looking at another girl who's on *her* knees, looking at me. Someone is standing behind me, my long braid wrapped up in their hand. The other girl looks scared.

"strip.". We're both wearing identical matching bra and panties. We both look away from each other as we take them off, too nervous to look- until I feel a yank, hard, on my hair. "No, look right in each other's eyes. Look at her tits. You're both fucking porn, act like it. "

I feel the hand slap my ass. The other girl winces, seeing the pain on my face. "Tell her she's just porn, just like you. She's nothing."

I look at her carefully. Her makeup is running from crying. She's already been beat quite a bit. "You're just porn. You're nothing." She just looks at me silently. "Keep going".

I look right at her. I try to summon up my contempt for her. She could have been so much. Now she's here on her knees in front of me stripped and crying. So vulnerable. "You're a stupid, stupid bitch" I start laying into her. "You're pathetic. No self respecting woman would let this happen to her.". The girl starts sobbing. I feel the approval from behind me and I can't help but start insulting her and betraying her for the approval of the force of that hand in my braid and the validation I know I'll find there if I just do a good enough job tearing down this victim.

I'm going to make her a victim.

"you're shit. You're barely a person, you just sit there and strip and cry.". I start getting into it. I'm masturbating on my knees staring at this helpless naked loser crying. "Go on, cunt, touch yourself while I insult you.". She's touching herself, one hand between her legs and one on her nipple. I can't tell if she's doing it to impress the one behind me or just to self soothe or because- "fuck, you actually like this? You sick puppy. You're not even rape bait, because I don't think you're even capable of having an opinion on who gets to use you. Nobody thinks of you as anything other than a slutty, easy, fuckdoll. You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life. I hate you. I hope you get drugged and passed around a party. You deserve to be pinned down by somebody and fucked dry. You, oh my god," the hand is twisting in my hair and this poor girl is absolutely sobbing at all the abuse and I'm filled with traitorous contempt as I realize her flush is half crying and half arousal and I see- "you whore. Don't you dare cum. You sick fuck, you rug munching cock sucking ass eating porn making easy access " I think the bitch is actually going to cum, I feel all the approval in the world from behind me as I realize this is what they want, they want to see if I can truly betray this victim they brought for me to abuse to get them off, this is my value to them, to hurt this girl, I go harder, I feel a hand on the back of my neck, "failure, nobody takes you seriously, everybody just imagines putting you on your knees any time you open your stupid mouth, people on the street look at you and imagine raping you, your colleagues call you names behind your back, you're going to be like this forever, you stupid, stupid, stupid-"

I feel, somehow, the pull on my braid that tells me to shut up. I look at the girl I've been tearing down to earn approval. She's quietly crying. Both her hands have come up to her tits. I hear the voice behind me. "Spit on her."

I... hesitate. Do I really hate this poor girl enough to do that, is she, okay with that? Do I care about that more than I care about doing what I'm told? She looks so afraid. She looks so... you know what? She looks like she deserves it. She deserves it.

I spit on the mirror.

"good girl", I hear.

[thebluester2020]

Ok loved the Seb maid post, but now I’m curious about the other Bachelors having a maid kink 👀 Your work is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Thank you for the compliment, anon! Thankfully, I have a whole laundry list for the bachelors and how they'd be with a maid!reader <3 (Sorry this took so long to get out anon! Thanksgiving break + getting ready for finals, and Christmas has me in a chokehold rn 😔)

Warning(s): Rough Sex (For Shane and Alex mostly tbh), Munch Elliot, Sub!Harvey,

SDV Bachelors Having A Maid Kink

Shane

Y'all already know I have beef with this man so I'll start the slander early.

He's putting you to work, you're going to earn your paycheck when he comes into the cafe. And not through breaking your back trying to fulfill his seemingly never-ending orders of drinks, or him inviting you over to do cutesy hand signs, oh no, that's just part of the job.

I'm talking, he'll be the last customer to leave, and why? Because he has to fulfill his trope of being the "Ugly Bastard" that's always spotted in those NTR mangas (aka bending you over the cashier counter while fucking you to the point of nearly being braindead, all while you tell him how much you just loooveeee your master)

♡ - "C'mon maid, it's like you're not even trying to earn a fat tip."

This guy had been in the cafe since the early evening. For a while now, he'd been watching you and practically breaking your back with the amount of requests he'd been giving you! From requesting drink after drink after drink, to inviting you over to perform little love songs and even draw hearts in his drinks. It'd been non-stop and you were nearly sick of it! So sick of it in fact, that you hadn't even noticed how your customer had been practically eye-fucking you your entire shift. He imagined bending you over and fucking you stupid on almost every piece of furniture available in the cafe.

But his favorite location so far? The cashier counter.

The idea of someone walking in and witnessing him plow the cutest maid of the cafe until she was sobbing for more of his dick had him sporting the biggest hard-on he's ever had in his life.

Luckily, however, his dreams and fantasies seem to be coming true more often lately.

"F-Fuck!" You whined when Shane suddenly slapped your ass, your eyes beginning to well up with tears from the pain as it started to mix in with the pleasure, his cockhead bullying your poor cervix as you grabbed at the edge of the counter for dear life. Shane chuckled when one of your hands came behind you to weakly push at his thigh, hoarse whines and moans of 'Gimme a break' leaving your kiss-swollen lips. "You sure you want a break cutie?" He cooed. "You look like you're enjoying my cock soooooo much though~" As he leaned down, he pressed some of his weight down onto you, his hot breath fanning against your ear as his hands on the sides of your waist pulled you onto his cock even harder.

"If you really want a break, then beg your master a bit more properly."

You sucked in a breath, your pussy clenching harder around Shane's length at the way his words rolled off his tongue. "Well?" He panted, grabbing at your hair to pull your head up so he wouldn't miss anything you said. And eventually, you shook your head, a laugh nearly erupting from Shane as you had basically admitted to him that you loved his cock way too much to even think of a break.

And since that was the case— "Get your hand off my thigh then slut," He tsked. You gasped when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides, using the new leverage to fuck into you even harder, tearing groans and high-pitched whines from your throat as the feeling of the veins along the sides of Shane's thick cock rubbed against your walls threatened to make your head spin. "L-Love your cock...!" You said, a brainless giggle leaving your mouth at the end. One that nearly made Shane gasp with how much harder he suddenly got at your words and how shamelessly you said them.

"What was that?" Impossibly, he fucked you even harder, the fat of your ass rippling at the sheer force of his thrusts, creating a delicious scene that Shane struggled to take his eyes off of as you tried to look at him over your shoulder. "Say that again."

"M-Master..." You moaned. "L-Love your cock!" Your thighs trembled at the force of your impending orgasm, drool dribbling down the corner of your lips as the knot in the pit of your stomach grew almost unbearably hot. "Iloveitloveitloveitloveittttt!" Your customer smirked at your crying devotion to his dick, his grip around your wrists tightening as a deep groan escaped his throat with how you suddenly squirted all over his dick, your gushing heat pushing him to his own orgasm as he suddenly pressed himself as deep as he could go into your pussy.

A long sigh drew out of your lips, your forehead falling against the counter as you moaned softly to the feeling of your customer's thick cum filling up your insides.

By far, he had to be your favorite master.

Elliot

King of Respect. Very mindful, very demure.

His kink comes in the form of the trope of "Maid does a poor job of cleaning so the master has to teach her how to do her job correctly".

You accidentally spilled tea on Elliot's lap while serving it to him? No problem! Not only would he help you clean, but he'd even give you tips on how to properly serve and clean up your messes, how generous!

In a more straightforward term, it's Elliot being the classical munch.

♡ - Your customer was really good at teaching you how to be a better maid.

When you had accidentally spilled tea on his lap earlier, you had expected him to be angry and cause such a commotion that it'd spark your boss to come out of his office and fire you on the spot! But, he hardly flinched when the room-temperature tea touched him, simply waving it off with a smile and telling you not to worry your head about it.

In fact...he was even willing to teach you how to properly serve tea, as well as how not to spill it so clumsily! And this teaching was, by far, the best one you could have ever gotten from a customer you had just met twenty minutes prior. "Mmm...don't spill the tea dear," Your customer warned from behind you as he sucked your cute clit, slurping up your juices and licking his lips like a dog would lick its chops after a meal. "Otherwise, we'd have to reset the timer, and that wouldn't be fun for you...wouldn't it?" You whined at the feeling of Elliot's long tongue fucking in and out of your cunt, the teacup on top of the serving plate shaking so loudly that you feared someone would come in to witness you being eaten out by a customer.

However, Elliot was good with stealing away any such frivolous thoughts when his fingers began to tease your sex while his lips teasingly kissed your thighs and ass. "Keep still dear," You almost hear the smirk on his ridiculously soft lips. "The cup sounds like it's about to fall~" A shudder ran throughout your body when Elliot suddenly stuck a finger inside of you while his other hand came to massage your ass.

You, oh so badly, wanted to tell your customer to hurry up and make you cum. For the last ten minutes or so, you'd been dangling on the ultra-fine line between cumming and not cumming, each time you'd clench your twitching cunt around Elliot's fingers or your clit would throb in his mouth, he'd suddenly tear himself away and smirk in your face like a wicked fox!

"You can't cum just yet, you haven't learned how to properly do you job yet..." He'd say it in such an alluring voice that it was useless to try and talk back to him, to bat your eyes and attempt to convince him to make you cum. Not that you were complaining exactly, such a handsome man eating you out? His eyes hooded as he focused intensely on his work of making you feel as if you were always seconds away from cloud nine.

And rapidly, you were beginning to approach that peak once again. "M-Master..." You whispered as seductively as you could in the moment without sounding like a shaken-up rabbit. "Please...let me cum," You begged, shaking your ass ever so slightly in an attempt to have his fingers dig further into you.

You clenched when he hummed against you, his fingers leaving your weeping sex with a lewd 'pop'. "Hm...should I?" He moaned when he licked your slick off of his fingers, your taste only making him strain even harder against his slacks. "Have you learned how to properly do your job dear?" You nodded your head all too eagerly, panting out a series of 'Yesyesyesyes!' to your lover as you watched him through blurry eyes slowly stand up from his position behind you. Your tongue licked across your bottom lip as Elliot started to undo his belt.

"If that's the case, I suppose we should put your words to the test, hm?"

Sam

Similar to Sebastion, but I think he would like the possibly of "corrupting" a maid. When he went with Sebastion to Zuzu City and saw how you were doing such a good job, being nice and polite to the customers and generally just being so pretty that he could hardly believe his eyes.

All he could wonder was "What if I molded her to be the perfect maid for me?"

And so he did, classic blondie with blue eyes style, he flirted his way until you (during your work shift mind you!) led him to the storage room in the back and flipped up your skirt for him without a second thought.

♡ - "You're sooooo pretty, miss~"

Amid the lewd sound of your customer's balls slapping against your clit, your skirt flipped up to reveal your ass as your customer currently groped your chest over your clothes. He'd been repeating that same sentence to you for the last few minutes since you had snuck him into the breakroom! Choked-up moans and high-pitched whines tore from your throat as he fucked you into the breakroom's dirty couch, all as if you were some cheap whore!

And to be frank, you might as well have been one at this moment.

Your customer was just too charming when he flirted with you so shamelessly as you worked, nearly forgetting all about his poor friend who eyed you up and down just as much as the blonde did! Thankfully for Sam, however, you found his charms to be just a little cuter, which is why he was balls-deep inside of you right now, cooing all sorts of cute praises in your ear as he hugged your body to his torso like he was afraid that you'd disappear the second he eased up.

"S-Such a cute fucking pussy..." Sam whined in your ear, his rhythm beginning to stutter as he felt himself approaching his high almost embarrassingly fast. "Please...pleasepleaseplease let me cum inside baby," He pleaded. Your cunt tightened around his length at his begging, a gasp leaving your lips when Sam's hand traveled from your breasts to flip up your skirt even more, all so he could rub your throbbing clit. "Fuck!" You cried at the almost mind-numbing pleasure.

Your pulse raced in your ears, your juices dripping from your pussy even more now that he was rubbing your clit like he was just begging for you to go insane! Your arms started to shake, your head lifting tiredly to look over your shoulder at the tear-eyed blonde as you could've sworn you saw hearts form in his eyes when he opened them to look at you. "T-Too much..." You whined. "Baby, please...you're so fucking deep...c-can't handle...it!"

"Yes you can," He insisted before pressing his lips against yours. He whispered a soft 'you have to' against your lips as his lithe fingers increased their movement on your clit even more, constantly switching between a pace of teasingly slow and mind-numbingly fast. Your hand shot to Sam's wrist, fruitlessly trying to get him to slow down before you had let out a drawn-out moan against Sam's lips as you climaxed. Your cunt clenching so impossibly tight on his cock that the blonde could only manage a few more thrusts before he stilled against you with a groan.

The warmth of his cum flooding your insides almost made you sleepy, along with your shaky arms and how tired you were, it only increased that feeling by tenfold as you hesitantly parted your lips from your customer's, a single string of spit still connecting the both of you as Sam held a lovesick look in his eyes.

He took a moment to further catch his breath before he spoke. "When...when do you get off? So I can see you again."

Alex

Okay so hear me out, I can't see Alex going to a maid cafe but—

I can see his grandparents hiring a maid to help out around the house. Every day from 9am to 7pm.

The way you so sweetly helped out his grandparents made his heart skip beats, and the way his grandmother referred to you as a daughter only solidified his budding crush on you!

The final nail in the coffin, however? It was when you were cleaning his room and, in the middle of you changing his bedsheets, the sight of you bent over his bed nearly made him dizzy with how fast blood rushed to his dick.

It was only natural that he decided to fuck you on his bed while his grandparents were out!

♡ - You loved working for Evelyn and George.

When you first came to the valley searching for a job, the older couple hired you without a second thought! And they paid extremely well for such an otherwise simple job description, all you had to do was clean the house, cook a few meals when Evelyn was unable, and even occasionally help Evelyn water her plants! It was the perfect job, and that wasn't even taking into consideration that the couple's grandson was very handsome.

And he thought the same way about you as well. After a long day of working, sometimes he'd be blessed by Yoba enough to spot your skin shiny with sweat. The sight of droplets falling in between the valley of your breasts when he'd see you sitting down for a moment to catch your breath, tired from an hour straight of cleaning...his cock would get hard so fast that it nearly left him dizzy.

Suddenly, he couldn't function right if he didn't quickly excuse himself to go masturbate in the shower, imagining your mouth sucking on his cockhead as he gently coaxed you into taking him even further into your mouth. Your hands bracing yourself against his muscled thighs as the warmth of your tight mouth would eventually have him finishing inside and down your throat.

Alas, it was only a daydream.

Until it wasn't, one day he walked in on you changing his bedsheets, your dress unknowingly riding up your ass as you bent over to fit the sheets onto his bed. The poor guy nearly passed out from how hard he got! Luckily for him and you, he was able to release all that pent-up tension he had for you on you. Which left him with the only viable option left—

Fuck you like a dog on his bed! And thankfully, Alex's grandparents were out.

"Fuucckk..." Alex moaned into your ear, his body currently curled over yours as his arms wrapped around you to pull you even tighter against his body. Your cunt was addicting, in fact, he almost felt insulted that you were walking around his grandparents' house with such an unbelievably tight pussy! Pliant and eager to take every inch of his dick while making the lewdest noises.

"Maybe you should quit being a maid, huh?" He purred in your ear.

You gasped when he nipped the shell of your ear, your arms beginning to shake more and more as Alex fucked into your cunt even harder. His thick length was rubbing against allll the right spots inside of you. "C-Can't handle—Fuck!"

Alex laughed. "C-Can't handle? What?" He mocked you. "My dick? Maybe you shouldn't have looked so good bent over my bed." You could imagine a smirk decorating his face as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, the embarrassing sounds of your pussy seeming to grow louder as you rapidly approached your orgasm. Yet when his cockhead began to batter against your cervix, that delicious sting of pain made you crumble over as you submitted to your sudden orgasm. "Fuck yeah, juussttt like that~"

Alex's hands grabbed at your skin as he leaned back, situating his hands on your hips to pull you back onto his cock even harder as he enjoyed the sight of your gushing pussy practically having a seizure on his cock. When you whined from overstimulation, however, Alex couldn't help but sigh, he almost felt bad that he had to ignore your cute whines for the moment! It was far too hard for him to part from your cute cunt just yet, especially when he wasn't even close to his orgasm. "Bear with me for a little longer, will you pretty?" He chuckled.

"I'm not even close to being finished with you yet~"

Harvey

Kinda similar to Elliot and Alex's in a way? You were hired to help keep his place cleaning, after all, being a doctor meant that Harvey had an extremely busy schedule and thus couldn't be at home all the time!

When he first met you, he already thought you were super kind-hearted and seemed extremely dedicated to your job. He couldn't help how he developed a little bit of a liking towards you at first meeting!

But, like any man, there was always a fall.

And his fall came pretty fast when he came home a little earlier than usual one day, you were on your knees wiping some spilled cleaning fluid off the wooden floorboards.

The outline of your underwear against your dress was so lewd that Harvey fell like a stack of cards against the wind.

♡ - A pair of writhing bodies were on the floor, moaning and panting as hands ran over each other's respective bodies and beads of sweat dripped down their skins. Harvey had a mind to feel bad with how quickly he suggested you clean something else when he had spotted you on the ground, yet luckily for him, you were willing and all too eager to take up a new cleaning task.

One that quickly turned from you sucking him off to you now fucking him like a bitch in heat on the floor, your face tucked into the side of his neck as your ass slapped against his thighs, his hands grasping at your sides desperately in order to further aid you in fucking yourself on his dick.

"Y-Yoba Y/N...t-too fast...!" His moans were so cute, you thought.

But so unbecoming of your master! He was the one who sported an obvious hard-on when you had turned your head to see him staring at your ass so obviously! The least he could do was handle your speed as you fucked him on the floor. "Bear with it, won't you master~?" You pressed a sloppy kiss on his lips, his mustache tickling your face a little before you pressed a hand on his chest to raise yourself up a little. Your cunt clenched tighter around him at the lewd sight before you, your master being flushed in the face with lipstick marks all over him!

Cute pants and whines choked out of his throat along with confused babbling for you to both fuck him harder as well as slow down! It was quite the ego-booster, having a usually composed doctor be so easy to ruin with your pussy. "Oh please, master—" You leaned back down to whisper in Harvey's ear as you slowed down just as he requested, instead grinding back against his cock which seemed to make the doctor whine and grab your hips even louder. "—try to bear with me a little longer, will you please? You're too cute to let go of!" You giggled, your laughter quickly turning into gasping moans as your master started to fuck back up into you.

A tight knot quickly started to form in his stomach, sending him into a spiral of almost blinding pleasure as your pussy was practically begging to suck the cum out of his cock!

He tried to hold back, a weak and needless attempt to impress you more than he already had, but when you had kissed him, tangling your fingers into his hair. That was all he needed before he stilled against you with a muffled cry.

You sighed at the warmth that flooded inside of you, gently fucking yourself on Harvey a little more in an attempt to milk even more of his cum out of him before he whispered 'Too sensitive' against your lips. Thus, you gave him a little reprieve with a smirk. "You've been holding out on me doctor," You chuckled. "We definitely can't stop here!" Your urge to fuck yourself stupid on him grew even more when his eyes widened like a confused puppy's.

You had a new job assignment, fuck your master until he made you dumb on his dick, of course!

[idk-whatimdoinghere123]

Emeto Story

TW:emeto

If u dont like it dont read it

i just need to get this off my chest before i explode from excitement so my bf and I were lying on the couch watching movies and stuff, his head is on my lap. He was munching on snacks for a while but then he starts shifting uncomfortably so I just rub his shoulder a bit. Then this man starts burping quietly and sits up and leans over. I ask him whats wrong(0bviously getting excited) he says that his stomach feels weird and feels like hes abt to throw up. Now he doesnt know im into this kinda stuff but when he gets sick he gets RLLY sick and has trouble bringing anything up so he looks at me with these pleading eyes and asks me for help. So we walk over to the toilet and hang out there for a bit and when nothing does come up he starts like violently burping into the toilet. without thinking I asked him if i could put my fingers in his mouth, he does look at me for a bit but he nods in defeat. WHEN I TELL U THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE DONE. so i reach into his mouth which is hot and sticky and he gags right after i insert them in. I put them deeper until he lets out a wet gag and i feel liquid hitting my fingers so i pull them out. That ends up bringing up like three waves of chunky puke. my poor baby was so exhausted after that he just slowly slumped on my chest. After a while his belly started making noises but we got cleaned up and i led him to bed and then i just started rubbing his belly and stroking his hair until he fell asleep. my poor boy is still asleep but hopefully he feels better soon.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hey‼️

Soooo I was wondering if u could maybe possibly write an alastor x reader where reader has a secrets admirer and alastor is super jealous but he can't show it bc they're technically only friends and acting protective would be weird.

Bonus points if the read is completely oblivious to his jealousy and eats the snacks from the gift baskets all the time, right in front of him, and wonders why his eyes is twitching so much.

Pleaseee?

👀 I don't have time for this but-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a red flag fr

Description: ☝️⬆️

What does Alastor care if someone wants you? He has no interest in taking you for himself. Nope. Not. At. All.

Would laugh if anybody tried to claim he felt something for you other than mild fondness

It's just been a particularly annoying few weeks because of all the gifts being sent to the hotel with your name on them, from some persistent admirer

So he does his best to convince you that they aren't good enough for you

Alastor feels his mood sour when he hands you a bouquet of flowers, your face lighting up at the sight of them as you hold them like they're precious

He misses the way your smile falters a bit when you read the tag, a small part of you hoping they were from the demon in front of you instead

"Another lackluster gift from what must surely be the most lackluster admirer on this side of the pentagram. Just look at how wilted those flowers are already!"

You shake your head and toy with the petals on the flowers, picking off the dying ones delicately

He loves me... he loves me not...

"Oh hush, it's rather darling that someone took time out of their day to give me something so thoughtful.."

You walk away to put the bouquet into a vase so you miss the twitch in Alastor's eye, the tight clenching of teeth and fierce grip on his staff

"Thoughtful? Those are yellow roses! Yellow roses stand for friendship, not romance! You can do so much better!"

Or another time, you offered him a chocolate, munching away on sweets while holding a heart-shaped box

"Are you confessing to me? You shouldn't, I'm quite the heartbreaker just so you know~"

He regrets saying the words the moment they leave his mouth, but they're the only thing keeping a blush off his face, taking a chocolate to shut himself up

You only hum and roll your eyes, putting a hand on your hip as you shake the box at him, mostly all an attempt to get his eyes on the candies instead of your blushing face

"No, my secret little lover dropped off a bunch of these and I can't possibly be expected to eat all of this myself, now can I?"

The sweet treat suddenly feels bitter in his mouth and he wants to rip up the box in your hand

"Oh, so that's why these taste so uninspired! Most likely store bought instead of homemade, such a shame."

You only snort and shake your head, popping another chocolate into your pretty mouth

"Who makes homemade chocolates anymore? Let alone take time out of their day to have them delivered to me?"

Alastor is embarrassed by the warmth and genuine emotion in his voice, his smile softening as he looks you over

"Someone who cares about you enough to recognize you're worth the effort, my dear."

He leaves quickly to avoid any further embarrassment, blushing deeply and sliding the rest of the candy boxes into the trash on his way out

"A-Alastor!!"

"I'm simply doing you a favor, my dear!"

He doesn't see your sputtering and blushing as you try to comprehend what just happened

Alastor can handle the flowers, chocolates and all other sorts of gifts but when the letters start pouring in?? He's about to lose his mind

It's been at least three letters a week, and he's sick of finding them outside the hotel. He actually rips up the ones he gets to first

He finds Charlie and Angel leaning over your shoulder and reading a letter in your hands, a soft blush on your face

Charlie was cooing over how sweet the letter was while Angel was obviously teasing you, making your blush deepen

"And just what is that in your hands, my dear?"

You jump and try to hide the letter but Angel quickly snatches it away to keep reading it, laughing as he does

"Toots here got another love letter from her secret admirer~ They think she's just the most precious babe around~"

Charlie is squealing and fanning herself with her hands as she jumps up and down, making you groan and hide your face in your hands

"Isn't it just so romantic? They're really head over heels in love with her!"

Alastor feels his eye twitch as he snatches the letter from Angel to read it over himself, ignoring the noise of protest that comes from you

Finally, he glances over at you, crumpling the letter up and ripping it into pieces in front of everyone

"Well now! That was about the worst thing I've read all day!"

It felt good to rip it up, picturing it to be your admirer instead

You stand there in shock, eyeing the bits of paper then Alastor, Angel and Charlie slowly backing out of the room only to peek their heads back in

"They... they said I was beautiful."

Well... now he feels a little bad...

He recovers quickly though and wraps a casual arm around you, guiding you away from the mess as Niffty runs in to clean it up

"That's exactly what they wrote in the last one! It's nothing new, I'm afraid! Truly, you deserve better than that!"

You pout and lean your head on him a little, trying not to look disappointed about the letter

"Yeah? And just what do I deserve?"

He grins at you and leans in, pulling you closer to him

"Let me show you, my dear~"

You simply roll your eyes as you let him lead you out of the hotel on a walk, enjoying the weight of his arm around you

There's no more secret admirer after that, which suits you both just fine

Here~

[seattlesellie]

hi angelll 🦋 I was wondering if you could write something about ellie having a dacryphilia kink, if not that’s okay I know it’s a little bit out there 🩵

not out there at all bb <3

ellie fucking loves in when you cry.

warnings: darcyphilia, public sex

fucking titanic. so cheesy, too.

little muffled soft sobs were escaping your mouth. sometimes watching a film in the theater made it feel… well, real. eyes locked on the screen, you couldnt help but feel pain. why did it have to happen to them? and that little old couple holding hands? and oh god - jack and rose were on that fucking door now too? youve watched that shit about a million times already, and it never failed to make you act like this. is the salty taste on your tongue from the buttery popcorn or from your flood of tears?

“mmph” you scrunched your nose, sniffling, trying to hold the snot inside.

and then there was ellie. munching on that popcorn, eyes focused on the screen, caressing your thigh, comforting you. did she just - hold in a giggle?

“s’not- not funny” you sniffled, josteled her, making her head bob.

“know its not, babe- just, so cute” she whispered, her lip curling into a sly smile. “so cute, youre so cute” she while smiling, and shoved another popcorn in her mouth.

“how are you not crying?!” you blurted out, utterly flabbergasted. how was she so calm about this? you could feel your own body trembling, tears clinging to your cheeks like pesky little irritants, and she didn't seem remotely fazed? It's rose and jack, for christs sake! theyre destined for a tragic end! not to mention the sinking ship, the countless lives at stake, and, oh my god, what if there were innocent animals aboard? what if there's a helpless puppy trapped in that chaos? that thought alone is just...

you let out a loud sob. what if?!

“shh… shh… gonna get us kicked out” she cooed, gently brushing away yet another warm tear from your cheek.

you turned your gaze back to the screen, desperately attempting to swallow the lump lodged in your throat. “els- cant not cry” you whimpered, followed by a sniffle and another plaintive whine.

ellie didnt turn her head back, however. ellie was staring at you, squinting her brows. ellie was supposed to watch the movie. but ellie had a different one playing in her head.

the way you uttered her name, a soft, pleading whine, oh… the way that sweet voice made her feel. your words spun her mind in dizzying circles.. “els… too tight” sniffle. she almost heard it echoing in her head. “hurting me, els” oh god. “s’too much ellie…” shit. she felt like she was writing a script. jack and rose didnt have shit on her.

she gulped. you didnt notice.

her left hand reached out to caress the dampness you had left upon her shoulder. she lightly pinched the fabric, witnessing a small droplet of moisture emerge, wetting her fingertip.

she was sick.

she shifted in her sit, slid off it slightly, and started shaking her leg.

focus on the movie, ellie. theres people around.

it was suddenly too hot, and her heart was beating too fast. why did she… like this? why did those tears, why did those whines… why were her boxers feeling tighter on her body?

she cleared her throat silently. eyes on the screen, ellie.

“hug me ellie” you whined.

can you stop fucking whining?

“of course” she whispered, and shifted to get closer. she wiped a tear from your eye. she wasnt laughing now. “put your head on my chest” she commanded. stay close right there, right there.

your tears continued to flow unabated. a wet patch had formed on her white tank top, marking the spot where your emotions had spilled over. one of your tears trickled down her chest, forging a path akin to a meandering river.

she felt like scratching herself. like slapping herself in the face. she listened to your soft breaths, and occasional sniffs.

she wondered if she could make you cry like that. wondered if youd sniff like that, if youd whine like that, when she was buried deep inside. could she circle your little clit with her thumb? and then could she wipe that tear off your cheek - with that same finger?

she gulped again. it was way too uncomfortable now, and why did you have to wear that top? why did you have to bring her here? why did your whines sound so cute, and why did she need to touch you right now and be the only reason for your tears?

fuck rose and jack. and fuck that ship.

her hand was still resting on your thigh. but it was moving now, ever so slightly, caressing it. she wanted to push it, push your buttons. she traced little circles on your thigh, and pretended to watch the flick playing on the screen.

her hand climbed futher up, and she was observing you intently from the corner of her eye.

your breath hitched up. “tickles” you murmured, in between sniffles.

“sorry” she whispered. she wasnt.

“you really are cute, though” she smirked.

every time she talked - its like you missed a scene. what if jack just died? what it he died and then your girlfriend called you cute and now you missed it?

“watch the movie, ellie” you warned.

like you could ever fucking warn her.

“m’watching it” she responded. “watching the movie.” if you were the movie you referred to, yeah, she was watching.

she planted a little kiss on your cheek. the old man sitting besides you sniffed. oh man, was he crying? the thought triggered yet another tear to cascade down your face. it felt as if someone had left a faucet running, the tears flowing without restraint.

her hand was caressing higher on your thigh now, and she squished the fat on the side. it almost hurt. ellie was wheezing now, she tried to hold her breath, but she couldnt.

she cupped your cunt, without warning.

shit.

her gaze adverted to the people sitting on the sits next to you. she was checking if theyd notice if she fucked you with her fingers right now.

the sudden contact made you jump. her hand was so warm, and it somehow managed to press right on your clit, and it tickled, but it felt so so good… but jack- but oh, ellie.

“what are you doing?” you whispered frantically. the lady sitting next to you cleared her throat. you didnt really whisper, apparently.

“i told you… youre cute” ellie whispered into your ear, her warm breath gently caressing your skin.

“and i like it when you cry”

oh.

you didnt respond. was the movie still rolling? your cheeks were still wet. your breathing got heavier.

she caressed your cunt through your jeans, and crossed her legs. she needed her own type of friction, too. her index finger went up and down the hem of the jeans located right on your clit. she was teasing it, pressing slightly. you spread your legs, involuntarily, almost. you looked at her with this look, it was filled with doubt, but god did you look needy, and pathetic, eyes glistening and cheeks burning. it drove her crazy.

“dont look at me, look at the screen” she commanded, brought her hand to your chin, pinched it and forced your face to shift towards the screen again. you tried to, tried to fixate on the moving characters, but fuck - it felt too good, and you needed more.

“gonna fuck you right here, gonna give you a real reason to cry, yeah?” she whispered, and you shivered. her pupils were blown out. for all she knew the movie was over and the credits rolled up. for all she knew a mall cop was standing right in front of you, she didnt really give a fuck.

“mm- yeah?” you whimpered, and slapped your hand on your mouth. fuck, you needed to stay quiet. this could definitely put you on a list.

ellie took the popcorn container and placed it on your crotch.

“shut up” she whispered in your ear, making you moan a string of curse words.

she shifted her eyes towards the screen, and pretended to watch.

her hand skillfully opened the button of your jeans, and fuck, you were shaking.

she played with the band of your panties with her veiny hand, gave it a twist and started pulling it up. it was grazing over your clit so good. you held back a moan, eyes rolling back.

your heart was beating so fast. what if people saw? what if-

ellie let go of your panties, and slid her hand right in. god, you were soaking, and you didnt even notice. she chuckled. shed give you shit for it later. “how are you always so wet for me?” its like you could read her thoughts.

her middle finger played with your sleek, brushing it up and down so slowly. she wanted to fucking taste it. pull your pants down, and start licking your pussy in front of everyone, giving them a real good fucking show. your mind went blank. ellie, ellie, ellie. that was the name of the movie playing now.

she bit her knuckle. she fucking loved teasing you, but fuck did she need to put a finger in, fuck- did she need to feel how tight you swallow it in, how your hole just clenches, how it owns her, holding her locked inside.

she wanted to - but she couldnt. make her cry.

her finger merely grazed your tight hole, teasing it. she wouldnt go inside, absolutely not. she caressed it up and down, and side to side, and then almost, almost let it slip inside, but pulled back. your mouth was watering, you wanted to chase that climax - you felt like you could come right then and there, just from knowing, just from feeling her hand on your cunt. the noise that came out was disgusting, her hand was covered in your sweet juices, creating obscene squelching sounds.

you whimpered in your sit, and tried pushing your hips forward. if she didnt put it inside, you needed to feel at least something on your clit. she was purposely avoiding it. its like you were cockwarming her hand. “m’god” you gulped.

“yeah?” she whispered into your ear and cupped your cunt again, and you turned your needy gaze to her for just a second. her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were squinting, you could hear her heavy unsteady breaths.

you whimpered, and bit your lips so hard they bled slightly. keep fucking quiet, she told you to shut up.

with her hand cupping your cunt, she began moving it up and down, grabbing your entire pussy with her hand. the popcorn container moved with it, bobbing up and down. fuck, thank god its dark.

she gave your clit a pinch, and it fucking hurt, but it felt so good, sending small jolts of pleasure to your body. she wouldnt let it go, just pinched it, and then released, and pinched it again. you needed to cum so bad, you almost cried. “m’ellie… ellie” you whispered while moaning her name, chanting it like a prayer. almost there, almost exploded all over her warm hand,

its like she read your mind. “dont cum” she whispered in your ear, making you let out a muffled moan.

you nodded your head frantically, trying to swallow the moans threatening to leave your mouth.

a tear formed in your eye. you needed it so bad.

she formed circles with her cupped hand again. you could feel everything. you took your sweater covered hand and bit it down.

she was panting in her sit.

“thats it” she whispered in your ear, and pinched your pussy lips together, so swollen, so pathetic.

the hot tear came down so fast, dropping on your cheek, and then sledding down on your neck, on your chest now.

“cry about it” she commanded, whispering in your ear, trying to hold back her own sounds of pleasure.

so you did.

[kurinhimenezu]

90 Day Baby Daddy - Adam - HH

Prologue <- -> Previous Chapter

Chapter 3 --> Next Chapter

Author's Note: I...actually forgot to post this 😅 I mean I did type it out had it beta-read and then saved on my doc but I forgot to post it. I am so sorry the chapter is late 😗 but here it is! I don't have a set time for posting I mostly write a chapter down when I'm done daydreaming about the scenario but anyway! Here it is! Chapter 3 Enjoy!

CW: cursing, stalking, mentions of drugs and sex, Adam's potty mouth but that's a given, one scene got heated up

It was her own damn fault for falling for Adam’s offer to take her out after his “generous” act of paying for her grocery bills.

Y/n sighs, watching Adam scarf down one of Fish’s greasy burgers before washing it down with a large milkshake. Speaking of Fish, him and the rest of her friends were trying too hard to not so inconspicuously listen in on their conversation. She had to signal Arrem to put the knife away when she pointed at it silently.

Crazy bitch…but she wouldn’t want her any other way. Y/n smiled to herself and munched on some fries she paid for.

Adam slammed a fist against his chest before letting out a burp, “Fuck that hits the spot”

“You’re gross, you know that?” She rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her own drink.

“And yet you hopped on the Dickmaster’s ride huh baby?” Adam grinned, giving her a wink. “You love me being gross isn’t that right you naughty slut-hmpf!”

Y/n shoved a handful of fries inside his mouth with her face heating up. “Okay okay!! Shut your big ass mouth??”

He slapped her hand away, hacking out some soggy fry. “Choking is kinda hot, but let’s not waste food okay sweetheart? Wouldn’t want to be a bad example for the baby” Adam had the audacity to wiggle his fingers across the diner at Addie, sitting on one of an Exorcist’s lap. Her kid didn’t seem to mind playing with them, making her head throb at how trusting her baby can be.

She blames the father.

“Okay I know you didn’t just ask me to eat at my own workplace to just ask me out…you told me you wanted to talk”

Y/n is not even going to address the whole self-proclaimed dickmaster title. It’s too stupid.

Adam stared at her and shrugged, putting down his dirty napkin, “Alright, tell one of your little friends to babysit, you don’t want anyone else to eavesdrop”

Before Y/n could even open her mouth, Pen already popped up next to their table and started to clean it up. “Oh don’t worry about it! We’d be happy to take care of little Addie!”

Pen was smiling a little too wide with Arrem giving a thumbs up from behind her. Fuck, she has a feeling she’ll be up late being interrogated by these two.

Y/n looked back at Adam, “Well…there you go”

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“The fuck do you mean you told them about us? Way to break under pressure cheeks” Adam drove them out of the diner’s tiny parking lot.

“Well it’s not like I can keep this” She said, gesturing between them, “a secret forever! They're gonna ask why some semi-famous rockstar is hanging around me and why do you care? You’re not anyone but some weirdo who decided to stalk us around” Y/n looked at him and grinned, flicking his ear. "You're not exactly subtle"

Adam rolled his eyes, giving a nasty side eye, “Oh please, I didn’t even need to use the tracker I placed to find you people, this ‘city’ of yours is tiny as fuck and how dare you bitch, I am famous!”

Y/n gaped at him, a look of disgust on her face at how casual he sounded...at stalking! “You sick fuck?? I fucking knew you placed a tracker on Addie's gaudy pink ribbon!”

“Oh babe, how cute but I’m not an amateur, I wouldn’t use my own kid to track you down, that’s tacky…I switched your location share on your phone and connected it with mine”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me, you psychopath?? My phone?? And Adelaine is mine, she’s not yours!”

Y/n is seething, the audacity of this bastard to tell her that Addie, her baby, that she raised alone with friends, cried alone in an empty apartment while her kid also cried in her arms cause she was so terrified on what she’s gonna do with no degree, no budget and no job at that time and this man who just barreled into her life that she managed to keep afloat is now telling her that the kid is his??

Hell no.

“Don’t fucking lie to me babe, I don’t take kindly to sinners, No matter how big and juicy your tits are” Y/n saw how Adam, giving her a quick once ever, gripping the wheel as he drove her back to her apartment. “There’s no use anyways, I got that shit on paper. Keep a better eye on our brat, it’s easy to pluck a hair off of that cute head, which by the way you’re so fucking welcome for blessing you with such a cute baby”

Y/n swallowed hard, she didn’t even care with the crass way he talked to her.

“How…” At a loss for words. How the hell…?? Was she that blind?? To let Adam get too close to Addie that she didn’t notice him collecting DNA??

“I also took the used tissue when I wiped my princess’ nose the first time we met, I am just making fucking sure the brat is mine” Adam reaches over and flicks open the glove compartment, revealing official looking papers in thick envelopes with seals and signatures and number she could barely comprehend at the moment.

“Holy shit… How many times did you test my baby?!” Y/n rifles through the papers, seeing the results mock her.

“Our baby and don’t you fucking disrespect me again angel, I tested her three times if you must know”

Adam was always known to be the loud, goofy, go with the flow kind of guy or at least that’s what the media portrayed him as.

Always on the move, always partying after concerts, always having someone, male or female around his arm to warm his bed in. Hell, that’s how she ended up in this mess in the first place.

Y/n bit her lip, reading through the files. Adam was thorough. Scarily thorough but then again, no surprise if he has a team behind him to find all this out for him.

He had a huge scandal back then about some girl cheating on him and doing hard drugs in bed with some virtue church chick because of it but for some reason, it was erased from all sorts of media. No articles, no news outlets not even forums; like some sort of mandela effect. There’s still rumours but without proof they’re all just that…rumours.

“…” Y/n bit her lip, turning away from the documents to the window. “You didn't answer...you had your chance to be a father, what makes you think I’ll let you in her life now?”

He didn’t answer and that made her almost freak out. A quiet Adam was never a good sign. Too dangerous, too hard to read.

Adam parked the car in front of her apartment, killing the engine, the leather in his chair squeaking under his weight as he sat back.

Y/n turned to him, about to open her mouth before Adam exploded. “Do you have any idea how I felt?? Why didn’t you tell me! I have a daughter I didn’t know about?? I was so careful! You selfish bitch you kept her from me! How could you do this to me now??? When I have my music to think about and fuck! What would the fans think??? I should sue you for emotional damage!”

“I kept her from you??? Do you hear yourself right now you narcissistic pig!?  You’re the one who gave me your supposed phone number and then come to find out that you disconnected the line so how I was supposed to reach you?? Go to every concert you ever had??” Y/n screamed back, a vein in her head throbbing.

Adam rubbed his face in his hands, smudging the eye-guyliner under his eyes. “That’s no excuse! That’s my kid you’re keeping from me and I’m gonna be there whether you want me to or not!”

Y/n struggled opening the car door, banging her shoulder against it before giving up. “The hell you are! Fucking…stupid UGH! Child locks! Let me out Adam!”

“Not until you apologize!” Adam finally looked at her glaring at this bitch who dared to keep something HUGE from him. Going to his concerts was one thing but what about emails?? Fans send emails to his band ALL the time! Contacting his manager?? PR team?? Hello?? She could’ve used the fucking bird app!

“Okay! Shut up! We’re gonna get the cops called on us!” Y/n sighs and groaned in her hands in frustration.

Yelling at each other isn’t going to help. She knew it was only a matter of time before Adam finds out anyway. A big shot star like him with tons of connections and crazy fans reaching? Nosey people are gonna look at Addie and ask, ‘Where’s the father?’

 It’s a time bomb waiting to happen.

Adam scoffed, turning his head away to glare out the window. He has plans, plans for his sales, tours, his music, how was he gonna go touring now with a kid?

He sighs, hitting his head against the window. He’s an asshole but he’s not a monster.

Adam can already hear his mother’s voice in his head. It only takes one time to fuck up bad, Adam.

“Okay look, obviously you can’t take care of Addie the way you want” Adam held up a finger, shushing her before she protested. “This whole thing is cute and all but you really think this will last?”

Y/n slapped his hand away, tugging at the door again, “I took good care of her before you showed up mind you” She grunted, slamming her hand against the door. “We’re doing just fine”

“Stubborn bitch, just let me help! Come on, like I said she’s my kid too and you think that I’m gonna just leave now that I know she’s out here?”

Y/n sighs, slumping against her seat. He’s right and it’s not fair to him if he’s gonna actually try.

“Alright..”

Adam perked up when she leaned in close.

“I mean…It wouldn’t hurt to try…?” She mumbled, looking up at him. Her hand slowly rubbing his arm up and down as she slowly moved to straddle his lap. Fuck he could smell her perfume wafting into his nose.

Shit…now he remembers why he got with her in the first place.

His eyes focused on the unbuttoned part of that thin ass cloth she calls a blouse. He could almost see the outline of her bra. It’s plain…not like the sexy lace ones he’s used to when his groupies throw theirs on stage.

“A baby should always have a mom and a dad, right?”

His hands placed itself on her thighs, the jeans fit and tight before resting it against the curve of her waist. Shit, under all that ugly clothes, Y/n has body on her. Is this the temptation his father kept talking about?

“Yeah, I’ll be a good fucking daddy...” Adam almost groaned at her scent, tracing his nose down her neck. He could feel his pants tighten exponentially.

A click was heard before he could take a bite, unlocking all the doors of his car.

“What the fuck--?”

Y/n quickly kicked open the car door and jumped out, running to her apartment building. Adam scrambled to run after her only to be choked by the seat belt still attached to his seat.

He could hear her laughing as she autolocks the building door on him, finally free from the belt.

“This ain’t over baby! I’m coming for ya! You’re lucky I fuck MILFs too!!” Adam yelled to her apartment window, only to find Y/n’s middle finger shove out her balcony window before hearing the window slam shut.

Thanks for reading! I'm working on the next chapter now so hopefully I'll post that soon

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Special shout out for my lord and saviour @sniigura for helping me with this chapter 😭

[tomssexdoll]

Hiiiii!!! I just want to say I love your work!! if you haven't already can u please do one where tom is sick and the reader takes care of him and hes super clingy.

Thank You!!!!! Love you!!!

hi love! tysm for all the support ur so kind <3

Sick

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom has been feeling sick lately, after a meet and greet he contracted someones sickness. He's been really clingy and whiny but you love it, you take care of him because you adore and love him. A/N: this era ofc cause why tf not WARNINGS: none, just love <3

Tom has been feeling really sick lately, throwing up and sneezing quite a lot. He had a meet and greet a few days ago and thinks he contracted someones sickness, he did infact shake so many hands.

He whined and pulled me closely as I was walking by, "y/n..come here" I giggled and pulled away as he tried to kiss me "eww tom you have snot all over your nose, there's no way i'm gonna catch your sickness."

"You're so mean" he groaned and turned away from me, I rolled my eyes playfully "stop acting like a child Tom, here put your hands out" I tapped him, he turned a little and peeked at me, holding out his hands as I squirted some hand sanitizer onto them. "Rub it in, i'm not doing absolutely everything for you baby" I chuckled. He sighed dramatically loud and rubbed the sanitzer in his hands.

"Stay here and rest, I'm popping out to the shops and getting you some things" he whined again but I just ignored it, as much as I loved him he got so clingy when he was sick.

I got into my car and drove to the local pharmicist, buying medicine and a few snacks for him, the ones I knew he loved.

I returned home and heard his heavy footsteps as soon as I came to the door, he must of heard my car in the driveway.

He opened the door and hugged me tightly, "I missed you baby" he kissed the top of my head like 20 times. "Relax Tommy, go back to the couch and I'll show you what I got" I smiled.

He raced to the couch and I sat down beside him, opening the back and pulling out the medicine, along with his favourite snacks, his eyes lit up "holy shit! i love these!" he smiled brightly and kissed my cheek "thankyou schatz, ich liebe dich." He instantly starting munching on the chips I got him, groaning "it's so good" I chuckled "yeah yeah, time for medicine liebe, open up" I grabbed the bottle of medicine and poured it onto a tablespoon, grabbed the spoon from me and poured it into his mouth, gagging a litttle "fuck that tastes like shit" making dramatic faces and noises, I giggled "it's not that bad don't be dramatic."

Later in the night I woke up to him coughing quite badly, I winced, not wanting him to be in pain. I got up and got the medicine again and heated up some chicken noodle soup I had made for him before.

I softly woke him up, "liebe..you were coughing pretty badly, sit up so I can give you these" I turned the bedside lamp on and waited for him to sit up. He groggily got up, his eyes still shut.

"Ughh..I hate being sick.." he whimpered, taking the spoon of medicine from me and pouring it into his mouth again. He turned to go to sleep but I stopped him "ah ah ah, not yet tom" he groaned and I slowly fed him the soup, making sure he didn't gulp it all up at once because he did that once when he was sick and I didn't need a repeat of that event.

"Cmon liebe, lets go to sleep" I smiled softly and turned off the lamp, getting into bed beside him. He grabbed me and pulled me closer, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "need you close..love you so much" he mumbled before drifting off to sleep, I giggled quietly and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning I woke up and noticed Tom was out of bed, I went into the living room and saw him playing video games, his nose clogged with tissues and his eyes red from him itching them so much. "What did I tell you about rubbing your eyes Tom?" I groaned, rolling my eyes and stopping him from playing, applying cream onto his eyes, "baby I almost won!" he whined, I snapped back at him "I don't care Tom! You're sick and I'm taking care of you!" I heard oo's and shes mad from Bill, Gustav and Georg from his headphones, and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Shut up guys" I laughed and walked off, preparing some healthy food for him to recover from his cold. I chopped up some vegetables for the soup I was making. I poured him some lemonade, "here you go baby, it'll make you feel less nauseous" I smiled and he gladly accepted the glass, slowly sipping on it as I had instructed him to multiple times before.

As I was making the food, so focused on chopping vegetables, I forgot about Tom gaming and didn't realize the yelling and noises stopped, I felt his hands wrap around my waist behind me and his soft lips pressed against my neck. I smirked and turned to look at him "yess tom?" "I love you baby, thankyou for taking care of me" he said, smiling lovingly, I kissed his lips softly "of course, you know I love you a lot."

"Hey! Didn't you say you weren't gonna kiss me cause I'm sick!" he complained, I giggled "yeah, but now you can take care of me if I get sick" I winked and he chuckled, kissing me again.

E/N: This was actually adorable, I loved writing this

[delulustateofmind]

Babe let me know what you think of this idea for yan satosugu because the brain worms have been at it so bad this week. Medical AU where reader who was previously healthy has gotten an illness that’s been bothering her for about a month until it becomes unbearable and she has to go to the hospital. She was putting it off because she’s got a HUGE needle phobia and general fear of hospitals and procedures etc. Now idk if you wanna make both of them doctors, we did get that panel of nurse Geto but in the satosugu dynamic I feel like it would be Gojo as the nurse. Regardless, our healthcare heathens here don’t wanna discharge their darling little patient so easily. Probably doing unnecessary treatments just to keep her sick and dependent. Ohohoh so much to play with here, the medical play, if she hasn’t been visiting doctors regularly how would she be able to discern what is a red flag in their treatment especially when the doctor with the silver tongue explains it all so rationally you ought to trust him right? They have constant access to any medicine, the perfect tactics of isolating her if they put her in quarantine. Reader stressing because if she takes too much sick leave she’ll be fired from her job not to mention all the medical debt, my, my it’s so over. It would be really cool to have a reader who is absolutely a fighter I’m talking biting, scratching, screaming, thrashing, clawing kicking. She’s not going down without being knocked out and even after she wakes up she’s at it again. Literally doing anything to stop her phobias and fears from happening just to be free. In a lot of works reader is often paralyzed with fear which isn’t bad but I so badly wanna see a fighter (maybe bc when I read I’m like “pshh I wouldn’t let that slide” lolll ) and how she slowly breaks or breaks free your choice. Because of your background in chemistry and I’m assuming biology too because I bet you had to take some courses in order to complete the major, you’re the perfect person to request this to!!!! Ever since I read You Just Can’t Play God I was ascending. Your writing is so expressive and emotional like I’m really going through it here and it’s so addictivly tragic every time. And I could tell that you but your background knowledge into that fic and it deserves MORE LOVE so I’m giving it to you 💖💖💖thinking of this always. Wahhhh I go crazy for science fiction and medical horror and a yandere doctor is such bad news let alone two!!!! I kinda feel bad for making such a lengthy request and especially since you mentioned about wanting to post some more wholesome satosugu content and I come in with this🤡. Alas I am (with your consent) open mouth smooching you, warmly embracing you, feeding you yummy snacks and tucking you into bed. Ok that’s enough yapping out of me I got to go to bed. Good night!!!

- With much adoration 💖 anon

💖 Anon, we are definitely making out right now—especially after you just fed me that delicious FIC IDEA.

Holy fuck, do I love a good medical AU. (The gloves? They do things to my brain. The power play? Chef’s kiss.)

What are you gonna do? Say no to a medical professional?

I totally agree—Geto would absolutely be the silver-tongued doctor, while Gojo would thrive in a cute little nurse outfit. I can already picture them doing home visits. They have your address (and everything else about you). Small-town beloved doctors? No one suspects a thing.

I will be gratefully taking this request. I’m nearly done with a fic for this weekend, so I’ll be starting on it soon. :)

I need to go to bed too, but you’ve got my brain worms munching.

I love you, 💖 anon. Thank you for your wonderful words—I hope you have the sweetest, fluffiest dreams.

[sturn0bs3ss3d]

but i don’t know how not to think about you…

Summary: matt and Y/n Hook up once and neither of them can get eachother off their minds. They need more. Matt x Fem; reader

Warnings!- Slight smut, Making out, matt the munch. Use of y/n.

a/n: This is my first smut, or story at all, so i’m sorry if it’s bad! Please give me criticism if it’s needed 😭 Hope you enjoy!!! Ps. Listen to the song while you’re reading!!! (I’m not sure if it’s big for you guys but the song link is HUGE for me) Plus not proof read!!! Sorry if there’s mistakes!!

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It was late at night, Y/n was sitting at home watching a movie. Her and matt had hooked up about a week prior and then the triplets left for LA, She couldn’t get him out of her mind since then. She was to scared to text him, the triplets came back to Boston today but she wasn’t supposed to go over till tomorrow…

She was laying in bed watching the movie when her phone went off. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock when she saw matt’s name on the notification.. She opened it and matt’s text said “Leave your front door unlocked princess. I’m almost there.” Y/n quickly shot up and went to unlock her front door, after she did that she ran back to her room and put on a pink set of lace lingerie.. and waited for matt.

About ten minutes later she heard the front door open and matt’s voice “Princess? Where are you?” Matt’s voice rang through the hallway as he approached the bedroom. Y/n had threw a hoodie over her lingerie incase that’s not what matt wanted.. “In my bedroom matt!” She said and then matt walked through the door. “ Princess i can’t get you off my mind.” Matt said as he walked up to her. “Princess. I need you again. I don’t wanna be without you. I don’t know how not to think about you.” Matt said and gently hooked his finger under her chin.

She stood up and looked up at him as matt towered over her slightly. “Matt. I need you too, i’m sick of pretending i don’t want you.” y/n said.. “Can i kiss you?” matt asked and then y/n nodded and matt’s lips connected with hers. Working against them with need and passion. Y/n Immediately melted into the kiss and kissed back with just as much passion and need as matt.

matt’s hands were roaming her body and he started to toy with the hoodie before he tugged it off over her revealing the lingerie she was wearing under it. “oh princess your so beautiful.” he said and gently put her on the bed and kissed her again. His tongue gaining access to her mouth and he fought with her tongue as they kissed passionately..

Matt pulled off her thong and threw it on the floor, and kissed down her body and looked up at her before he attacked her clit. “Is this okay princess?” he asked and Y/n Nodded frantically “yes yes! Please matt.” she said and then matt attached his mouth to her clit flicking his tongue on her core.

It didn’t take long for matt to start pumping his finger in her as he attacked her clit with his tongue. “F-fuck! Baby!” y/n moaned and matt pulled his mouth away slightly only a string of saliva connecting them.. His fingers still pumping in her “Yea? You gonna be my good girl and cum all over my fingers?” matt said and sped his fingers up and reattached his mouth to her clit. “Yes yes! Fuck- c-close babe!” Y/n moaned out and tangled my fingers in his hair.

y/n reached her climax and her legs started to shake, and she moaned loudly and practically screamed matt’s name “Fuck- Matt!!” she moaned out and squirted all over matt’s face and fingers before she could give him any warning.. “W-woah sorry!” she said and smiled and turned red. Matt just chuckled and kissed her “It’s okay sweetheart. I love it when you do that” he smiled and kissed her but then when everything was quiet we heard a muffled voice.? It was just us so i grabbed my phone to call the cops thinking someone broke in.

Then i heard nick on the other line… “You nasty fucks! Ewww! Keep your phone away! You butt dialed me!” nick yelled through the phone…

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[helyiios]

I’ll be holding on (so let it happen)

nicholas angel/danny butterman

happy new year !

“It’s almost New Year’s,” Nicholas says quietly, staring a little blankly at the party around them, barely avoiding the spilling of one of the Ande’s curious mixed drinks, “do you have any resolutions for 2009 ?”

“I dunno,” Danny offers, munching on a salt and vinegar crisp, “I guess, watch more movies ?”

“That’s not a resolution,” his partner snorts, taking another sip of his beer, “that’s what you do on the regular.”

“Mm. Then, I guess I’d like to start rugby again, in my free time.”

“Oh, really ?”

“Yeah. Reckon I liked it a lot, plus, now that my wound’s all healed, it won’t hurt to run around a bit. Gotta put those muscles to use, y’know ?” Danny smiles brightly, face tilted upwards. “What about you, Nick ?”

��Huh ?”

“Anything you wanna do this year ? Memorise another Official Handbook, maybe ?”

“Oh, sod off,” Nicholas retorts, jokingly hitting his friend’s stomach. “No, I guess I haven’t given much thought. Keep my routine in track, no matter how much you try to tempt me with Cornettos on lunch break.”

“Hey, the vanilla ones are mad good !”

“That’s why I’ve got to avoid falling into temptation. No, I suppose….”

The older of the two men shrugs slightly, eyes locked on the golden drink, his grasp on the can barely tighter.

“I suppose there is one thing I want to do, but I’m not sure I’ll get around to.”

“Really ?” Danny asks, eyes a little wide, “how come ?”

“I don’t know, it’s delicate. Could backfire.”

“Well, you’re Nicholas Angel,” his partner declares, elbowing him gently, “no matter what, you always make things right.”

There’s a softness to the clear amber of Danny’s eyes. Nicholas could never quite pinpoint what colour they were, exactly. One day they seemed jade, shining brightly under the hot sun, but the Crown’s lighting made them so incredibly alike cognac, going from golden to deep maroon.

He always thought it was breathtaking.

“I suppose I do, don’t I ?” he laughs, the side of his mouth curled in a small smile. “I don’t know. God knows I don’t want to mess it up,” he adds, eyes fixed on the other’s lips.

How curiously they were shaped, looking so alike a heart, so ready to be kissed, to be devoured…

“I…”

“The countdown’s started !” Danny suddenly exclaims, pulling his forward by the shoulder, and oh, he’s so warm, “c’mon Nick, let’s count !”

Nicholas only stares at him, transfixed on the brightness of his face, on the mole on the side of his cheek, on how his dimples appeared when he laughed, and how the hair curled beautifully on his forehead, how he wished he could run a hand through it, and pull, how he aches, and yearns—

“3, 2—“

He doesn’t know what higher force sends him the strength to actually do it, but before Danny can shout out the last digit he’s holding him in his arms, hands on the side of his face, breathless, asking him, begging—

Are you sure ?

Can I do this ?

Saying,

Can I be yours ?

2009 rings, and Danny’s lips are on his, and his arms are thrown around his shoulders, and the fireworks outside are nothing compared to the burst of euphoria in his chest, and he’s so sure he could die right now.

“That’s a pretty sick resolution,” Danny whispers against his mouth, eyes crinkling with glee. “I quite like it.”

“Yeah ?” Nicholas replies, choking up a little, “I like it too.”

“I like you.”

“Me too,” he smiles back, and how the blue and gold of his irises burns bright, and how beautiful he is, the other man thinks, how he wants to steal his smile and keep it against him forever, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Danny laughs, nuzzling his nose, “have been since day one.”

“I’m a little late, aren’t I ?”

“‘s alright. We got there in the end, aye ?”

“Aye,” Nicholas coos, kissing him again. “I’m not letting you go.”

“I’d hope not.”

The room is loud, full, and suffocating. But in their corner, near the crisps and the olives, they’ve both found their own piece of Paradise.

It’s sweeter than any Cornetto.

[sl-newsie]

The Secret Ingredient (Willy Wonka (2023) x Fickelgruber Daughter) Chapter Seven: A Taste of Love

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/747510006135554048/the-secret-ingredient-willy-wonka-2023-x?source=share

Oh my. There seem to be flamingoes blocking the road. What a pity.

“What the devil is going on?” Father complains in the seat across from me.

Beeeep! Beep! Beep!

“A fish delivery truck crashed,” our driver tells him.

He rolls his eyes impatiently. “How much longer are we to be stuck here?”

The driver starts to respond but is cut off by a voice on the radio.

“The town square was closed today in response to an incident-”

Oh no. They’re reporting on Willy’s giraffe operation! And Slugworth must have picked up on it because his car is speeding past us! And father’s catching on.

“Follow him!”

“Father- But the birds-?” I stutter.

“Now!”

And here we- Go! The car takes off and I’m flung into the seat. Good gracious! Willy must have struck gold because they never act this hasty. But what can I do to slow them down? When we arrive at the church the momentum drives me forward and I smack my head on the window. 

“Wait here!” 

Father climbs out and skedaddles up the stairs to join the others. They enter the church and in a quick flash I see Slugworth pull something from his pocket. A gun?

“No!” I shriek and dash out of the backseat. I’ve lost him once! I won’t lose him again!

I pull the heavy door open and spot the chocolatiers approaching the confession booth. Willy and Noodle are still down there! In a moment of quick thinking I take off my shoe and chuck it straight at Slugworth’s head. They all turn to me and before I can move I feel someone pull me away. Why are the monks helping these maniacs? They’re going to kill them!

“Bind her!” Slugworth barks at the monk, still rubbing the spot where my shoe struck him.

“Daughter! Have you lost your mind?” Father scoffs at my behavior.

“I love him!” I seethe and all but spit venom at their despicable faces. “And I will not stand aside-!”

A gag tightens around my mouth. No! No! No! 

“Oh yes you will.” 

Slugworth smirks down at me and gives a small wave as they enter the confession booth. As they’re lowered down my stomach drops as well. I feel sick. In ten minutes they’ll be back and order for someone to clean up the mess. The monks are just standing by without a single care! Is there no justice left in this place?

A groaning sound brings my attention back to the booth and the door opens. The chocolate cartel steps out, still munching on what looks like Willy's chocolate.

“Well Wonka might have been nutty as a fruitcake but he sure did know how to make chocolate.”

“But do you think we should’ve saved some for the orange man?” Prodnose asks Slugworth.

Orange man? It’s him! They’re talking about the man Willy mentioned earlier!

Slugworth huffs at the question and tosses around an empty jar. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“Um. Yes?”

“Because there’s no such thing as a little orange man, you nincompoop!”

Father kneels down and grabs my arm. “Alright, Charlotte. Time to go.”

I ask a handful of questions but my gag muffles my voice. What did they do? Are they dead? Did they suffer? 

“Oh look. There’s your loverboy now.”

Slugworth points to the floor at a small window. Is that-? It’s Willy and Noodle. They’re alive! And swimming in chocolate? What did they do?! 

“We’re giving him what he always wanted,” Slugworth comments. “A life made of chocolate. Literally. Wave bye bye!”

As if killing them isn’t enough? I’m forced to watch them drown?!

“Cheer up!” Prodnose removes my gag and hands me a truffle. “Here, have some chocolate.”

“I don’t want your wretched chocolate!” I spit and glare up at father. “You killed him, father! And I will never forgive you! Willy might have been poor but he made me feel twice the price you put on me!”

“She needs to cool down,” Father says to Slugworth. “Sit her into confession and let’s get out of here.”

I’m shoved into a booth and I hear something being shoved against the door. So now I’m on time out. A punishment for being a pesky daughter. Or a way of hiding a witness. There’s no way I’ll see the light of day now. Father knows I’ll head straight for the authorities. Is there no way out? I have to save them-! 

Thud.

Um. What was that?

Thud.

The booth door opens but I don’t see- Oh! I see a top of green hair. And when I look down I see a little orange man in a spiffy white suit!

“Ah, Ms. Fickelgruber. Might I be of assistance?” He asks in a crisp voice.

“Mmhh-Wwaa!” Oh. Right. I’m still gagged.

“Here, allow me.” I lean over and the orange man loosens the cloth. “Lofty, at your service.”

“Willy! He’s in trouble-!” I gasp.

“Already taken care of,” Lofty replies smoothly and points outside. “See for yourself.”

I stumble out of the booth and look over to the one next to me. The compartment’s rising up and- And Willy and Noodle are inside! Covered head to toe in melted chocolate!

“Oh my Lord. He’s alive!” I give Lofty a quick squeeze. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“Alright alright! No more hugging!” he complains and breaks free, straightening his coat. 

I scramble across the room and Willy sees me. He breaks into a sprint and wraps me into a hug.

“Willy! You’re ok! And you’re covered in chocolate!” I gush and try to wipe the sweet dessert away so I can see his face. “I could just eat you up!”

“That comes later! Now’s the time for justice!”

He lifts me up one last time and takes off running for the church door. Noodle, whom I see is carrying a certain book, gives me a sly grin.

“Told you he loves you.”

“Yes yes, you were right,” I give in and point to the book. “What’s this for?”

“Evidence.” She looks down. "Where's your shoe?"

Oh. Right. I’m still half barefoot! It’s been one of those days. I suppose I should fetch it.

Noodle walks over to the Chief’s partner. The Chief himself is standing dumbfoundedly at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at- Oh my! The big three are clinging to the fountain to keep from floating away!

“You didn’t eat any of those chocolates, did you Mr. Slugworth?” Willy asks from below.

“Why? What are they?” Slugworth demands.

“They’re hover chocs!” Willy laughs. “Delayed action, but extra strong.”

“You think you’re so clever,” Slugworth sneers. “But there’s billions of sovereigns of chocolate beneath our feet. We’ll get the best lawyers, bride the judge, rig the jury if we have to. We’ll be fine!”

Oh. Right. They own the justice system in this town. Even if we can provide evidence there’s no guarantee-

“I wish I had thought of that,” Willy says distantly but then looks up at where Noodle’s standing near a lever. “Hey, Noodle!”

She gives the lever a crank and a loud rumble comes up from the ground. The ice on the fountain cracks and suddenly a wave of chocolate erupts from the top! The surprise causes the chocolatiers to let go and begin drifting into the sky.

“What is that?” Prodnose asks.

“It’s our chocolate!” Father shouts.

“All our chocolate! We’re ruined!”

“Ah, don’t worry gentlemen!” Willy calls up at them. “You’ll come down eventually! Probably. I think. But until then-” He waves his hat at the gathered crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen! Willy Wonka, and friends, we invite you to enjoy our chocolate!”

A cheer echoes across the courtyard and everyone gathers around the sugary fountain. Even the Scrubbitts’ lot is here! It’s all over now. Now Willy can find a store, they can go free, and I- I will have to face my father when he returns. But from the looks of things that book will give more than enough to lock him up.

Right now… I’d love to celebrate. But no one knows me. I’ll only spoil this party when people find out who my father is. I can wait here for-

“There you are! Why are you hiding?” Willy jogs up to me and holds up a piece of chocolate. “Here, I’ve got something for you.”

“Willy, I- Oh!”

He pops it into my mouth and- It’s… Everything. Joy, sadness, adventure, all wrapped up like a big hug. My thinking comes to a halt and all I can do is stare ahead. Love. It’s like tasting love!

“How is it, Willy?” Noodle asks. “Is it as good as you remember?”

Willy’s still chewing his own piece of chocolate. I can tell he tastes the same thing I do. He’s thinking about his own mother.

“Every little bit of it. I just wish it could last forever.”

I take his hand. “You found your spark again, Willy.”

The candy man’s eyes lift up to look at me and he holds a hand to my face. “I found you too.”

Suddenly he jumps up and motions for me to stay put. “Wait here. Don’t move a muscle! I’ve got a surprise for Noodle, and then I’ve got something for you.” He points to me.

Willy grabs Noodle’s hand and they take off running to the rest of the Scrubbitts’ gang. A surprise? After today I’ve had my fill of surprises. But I know this one will be well worth it.

“I’ll be here, Mr. Wonka.”

I take a seat on the stairs, thinking about things I never thought possible an hour ago. Things that need to be done. Meetings to make, papers to sign, policies to change. And, if I’m not mistaken-

“Hello, dear!”

A voice snaps me from my thoughts. Lottie, my Lottie, and Mr. Snickers? They’re here too! They must have heard by now.

“Charlotte, we’ve been thinking. You do know your father-”

“Please don’t mention him,” I ask of her. “I’d rather not think about him.”

“That’s what we’re getting at,” Mr. Snickers says. “He’s going to be in jail for a while, so we thought-”

“If you might be up to it-” Lottie inputs.

“-you would let us adopt you.”

My jaw drops. “Me?”

Lottie gently grabs my arms and looks at me with a kind smile. “You’re a very sweet girl, Charlotte. We’d love to give you the family you deserve.”

A smidgen of doubt clouds my face. “Will I still run the business?”

“Yes, of course,” Mr. Snickers assures. “We know how much it means to you. We’ll help you.”

I’m about to start crying again! More happy tears. How can my emotions ride such an unpredictable roller coaster in one day? All in one day everything is falling into place! I can’t stop smiling! 

“I’d love that very much!” I answer.

Lottie pulls me in and we all embrace in a big hug. Willy’s chocolate really does have a special magic after all. Without it all of this would be a dream. 

If only I could guess what surprise Willy has in store…

[jackalopesao3]

What are your headcanons for how the brothers and undatables react to an MC who’s a worse cook than Solomon? (To the point that even Solomon gets food poisoning)

Well, if they survive a worse cook than Solomon…

Note: Some of these are long

CW: symptoms of gastrointestinal illness, maybe some swearing, general feeling unwell, a touch of chaos

Characters: All

Lucifer

He doesn’t physically punish MC but this is the one and only time they are strung from the ceiling. It’s not because he took one bite, gagged violently, spat it out into his napkin, and needed three bottles of the strongest flavored Devildom seltzer to knock the taste out of his mouth. It’s because MC’s cooking made his brothers cry and made them physically ill.

“MC, if your cooking was truly that abominable, why did you not just say so?”

Mammon

Mammon is one of the brothers that cried. He tried not to let MC see by putting his shades on at the dinner table. He was the only one of his brothers to go for another bite as he didn’t want to hurt their feelings. The boy somehow forced down a few bites before finding a reason to excuse himself so he could sneak away to vomit. He called off sick the next day. Lucifer surprisingly let him stay home.

“It’s *hrk* great, MC!”

Leviathan

Also cried. He also projectile vomited immediately, coating whoever had the misfortune of being in front of him. Unfortunately for everyone, that was Satan. No one had ever seen Leviathan move so fast. Before anyone could blink, you heard his bedroom door slam shut.

“MC, please don’t ever cook again! That was worse than the one time Ayane-chan made devil-buffalo autumn crunch rolls on How I Leveled Up My Pet Slime To The Max!”

Satan

Being well cultured on most things, he recognized what dish MC made and that it did not look or smell like said dish. He took a forkful up to his mouth and cautiously tasted it with the tip of his tongue before instantly dropping his fork and gulped down a glass of water. As he stood up, he felt something hot and wet collide with his chest. The room fell eerily silent as he looked down to see vomit and hear Levi’s door slamming shut. He closed his eyes, body trembling with rage as he counted to ten before walking to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“MC, you will repay me by helping me with laundry this week,” he says this with a smile but anyone who can hear can tell that’s a threat in his voice.

Meanwhile, Levi discovers a curse on one of his favorite RAD shirts that makes the buttons on it scream loudly in different octaves whenever he starts to think about Ruri-chan during class. He gets detention multiple times that day.

Asmo

“Awww! MC you’re so sweet cooking for us tonight! I can’t wait! It looks so yummy!” Asmo chirped as he sat down at the dinner table, totally unaware of the lovecraftian horror that awaited his tastebuds.

One bite and he was convinced this was the end. The poor demon was coughing, heaving, and wailing all at the same time. Between sobs and coughs, everyone heard shouts of, “Help! I think I’m dying!” alternatively, “I’m too pretty to die! Help me!” Asmo was so hysterical he ended up wearing himself out and passed out on the floor.

“MC, how could you! I almost diiiiiieeeed!”

Beel

Beel wasn’t at the dinner table, which wasn’t unusual at first because he’d get impatient and pre-game by munching on food in the refrigerator. The brothers used this time to get a plate of food before he realized it was dinner time and everything on the table.

What no one knew was that Beel had snuck an entire plate of MC’s dish from the abyss, before they had brought it out. He was so excited that he had to be the first one to try it. Hungry boy gobbled it all down, shoveling it all into his mouth at once.

MC is so lucky they never saw the absolute look of betrayal on his face - it would have killed them. He had never tasted anything so horrible before. He had already swallowed half of it and his body was covered in a thin glaze of sweat. The avatar of gluttony was torn between swallowing the rest of this truly terrifying concoction or spitting it out. He hardened his resolve to not let food go to waste and swallowed the remaining glob in his mouth. A sharp pain ripped through his abdomen and he quickly looked down to see if he was stabbed, his demon form coming out on pure instinct. No stab wound, just pain from whatever MC cooked. The room spun around him as he gripped the counter for support. He couldn’t even call for MC, Belphie, or Lucifer for help before he passed out.

“MC, if you’re hungry or need to cook let me do it or we can order out!”

Belphie

Belphie was nearly falling asleep at the table before you placed the food in front of him. He gave MC a sleepy smile before taking a bite. His half-lidded eyes snapped open in complete horror as he spat the food out and took a glass of water to rinse his mouth out right at the table, spitting the water back on the table, much to Lucifer’s dismay.

“Is this revenge for me killing you? Is that it? Is this poison?” He asked, tears welling in his eyes with guilt.

When he saw the genuine confused look on MC’s face and heard their apologies he realized the truth, that they were a nightmare of a cook.

“Wait…Beel’s normally here by now. Oh no!” Like Levi, MC had never seen Belphie run so fast in his life.

“Beel?! BEEL!!!!!” Belphie’s anguished cries come from the kitchen where everyone finds the unconscious demon.

As Beel slowly woke up, everyone relaxed.

“MC, Beel almost died! No more cooking unless it’s for Lucifer!”

Diavolo

“Oh! MC, you brought food to afternoon tea! How splendid!”

Before Dia can even take one bite Barbatos swept in like demon butler dressed in a shining apron set of armor.

In the future, Barbatos saw Diavolo taking one bite and choking it down with a fake smile. Despite both his and Dia’s best efforts, nobles saw it as an attempt to poison the future king and MC was facing a possible execution.

“Pardon the intrusion but it appears as if some fiend-flies landed on this dish as soon as it was uncovered. This is inexcusable. My apologies to you both,” Barbatos explained with a quick bow before he replaced the monstrosity with something much more edible.

“I’m I couldn’t try your cooking this time, MC. Maybe next time!”

*If Dia ever did have the chance to try MC’s cooking without Barb saving him he’d likely be in shock at first. He’d cough and swallow it. Then he’d ghost MC like he does Solomon anytime they say they’re cooking.

Barbatos

After saving the day, Barbatos pulled MC aside before they could leave. He smiled but it was a smile that was making the temperature drop around them.

“MC, a word, if you have a moment,” he didn’t wait to hear their response and with a firm hand on the small of their back he guided them into the kitchen.

“What in the three realms were you thinking serving this to the young master?” Barbatos gestured to the abomination MC made, that he brought back to the kitchen.

“What is in this….concoction of yours could kill a human and make a demon fall seriously ill. Were you intent on causing harm today?” MC could feel the temperature in the room dropping lower and lower as Barbatos spat the question at them.

They shrunk against the door and shivered from both the cold and fright, absolutely bewildered. Their lower lip wobbled and their legs gave out. Amidst the whimpers of apologies Barbatos could make out, “cook like this all the time” and “didn’t know it was bad”. This left Barbatos equally bewildered as he never thought someone could surpass Solomon in bad cooking.

It took him a moment to recover from shock before he grabbed a box of tissues and was kneeling beside MC while the temperature of the room returned to normal. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment before MC weakly laughed.

“That bad, huh?”

“You managed to surpass Solomon in worst cook in all of the three realms. That is quite the feat, MC,” Barbatos gently placed a hand on their shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze, before helping them up.

“I apologize for scaring you. I honestly thought for a second this was…poison.”

“If you truly wish to learn and do better, I can teach you.”

Solomon

He didn’t notice how terrible it tasted. This man either doesn’t have taste buds or his tastes are just extremely weird. To him your food tasted normal, good even.

It wasn’t until after dinner, when he notices he’s been sweating more than usual, that he realizes something’s wrong. Chills followed the sweats. Confused, he stepped away from the potion he was about to brew, a wave of lightheadedness hit him and he caught himself on his desk.

“Maybe I should rest,” the sorcerer thought to himself as he settled down on his bed.

He immediately sat back up as the most unimaginable pain ripped through his digestive track. He sprinted to the bathroom, summoning a bucket along the way.

If any of you have ever seen the photo where the person is on the toilet having diarrhea and also puking into a bucket at the same time, that’s Solomon after eating MC’s cooking.

If it weren’t for Simeon having had the intuition to check on him, Solomon would have crashed on the bathroom floor that night. Lucky for him that Simeon helped clean him up and tucked him into bed after that. Both him and Luke kept watch on the poor guy throughout the night.

“Hey MC, ummm….last night wasn’t revenge for anything was it? …oh? Never mind! Why don’t I do the cooking next time? You want to order out instead? Okay!”

He couldn’t believe this wasn’t revenge for his own bad cooking. He chuckled. His cute apprentice was even more like him than he thought. This just makes him more fond MC.

Simeon

He took one bite, did his best not to cough, and discreetly spat it out in a napkin. He looked puzzled at the food and then at you before taking a sip of water. How could you be a worse cook than Solomon? Being used to feigning politeness and dealing with the abominations Solomon comes up with, Simeon maintained a great poker face. It was when Luke started violently coughing that Simeon saw an out.

“Oh no! Luke! You must be allergic to something!” He exclaimed as he came to Luke’s aid with a glass of water, whispering, “just go along with this and we can get out of here alive.”

The frightened child nodded and Simeon ran out of the room to grab an “allergy pill” aka a child’s multivitamin and has Luke take that.

“I’m so sorry MC. Luke has some rare allergies we are still figuring out, let me treat all three of us to dinner at Hell’s Kitchen instead!”

Luke

Immediately started coughing and wrenching violently. He cried. Simeon covered for him by blaming it on an allergy.

After Simeon took them out for dinner and disposed of the toxic creation he checked up on Luke who was still shaken from the earlier events.

“I-is MC actually a demon?” He asked, wide and glossy eyes peered up at his elder from under his sheets.

Simeon shook his head with a soft smile and handed him a plate of cookies with a glass of milk.

“Not at all, Luke. Remember how we keep Solomon out of the kitchen?”

Luke groaned in response. What was it with humans and cooking?

Thirteen

Considering she hates Solomon and a big reason for that is because of his cooking, she got pretty angry when MC gave her some food they made.

“What the?! How are you a worse cook than that idiot sorcerer?! I know there are good chefs in the human world! I oughtta get you good for that, you know!” She threatened after spitting the food out but then an idea struck.

“Actually I’ll forgive you! Let me take the rest of that off your hands and cook for me whenever I ask you but no questions, okay?” Her eyes twinkled and she shot MC a mischievous grin and MC couldn’t find themselves saying no.

Thirteen utilized MC’s cooking as a weapon. MC even joined in on the fun in some of Thirteen’s pranks. Diavolo even got a kick out of it until Lucifer made him put a stop to it.

“We had a good run! Didn’t we?” Thirteen grinned and put her arm around MC before she whispered, “we’ll just wait until this blows over. Maybe I’ll even let you name my next invention that I’m designing to shoot your food out like a cannonball! It’ll go straight towards their mouths so there’s no way some of that is not getting in!”

Mephisto

MC was helping him with something for the newspaper and was on snack duty that day. Mephistopheles normally just ordered food for himself since he’s a spoiled wine aunt but forgot his wallet. “Well, the human did bring snacks and if they’re eating it must be edible” he thought with a resigned sigh as he went to grab a sandwich.

Hesitantly, he took a bite and went completely rigid as the horrid flavor assaulted his tastebuds. His reaction is one swift, thorough cough into a napkin. Mephisto grabs his thermos and downs the rest of his coffee to get the rest of the taste out of his mouth. How is MC eating that and not dying?!

He tossed the remaining snacks in the garbage and snatched the one MC was eating right out of their hand. They just stared in confusion as Mephisto stormed back to the trash can and threw it in before he turned on his heel back towards them.

“Human! What in the three realms is wrong with you?!” He didn’t give MC a chance to answer before stomping out of the room.

MC was used to him being dramatic at that point so they weren’t bothered and continued working on the project.

About thirty minutes later a nice takeout meal along with a drink is placed on their desk.

Mephisto sat down with his own meal at the desk across from their’s, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Well that took nearly an hour of my time going home to get my card to buy us edible food, the least you could do is say, ‘thank you’ you know,” he tutted.

“Thanks,” MC replied, stunned that he actually bought them something too.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, human. Whatever you were eating before was going to kill you and you’ve actually become quite the asset to the club. If you haven’t noticed, membership has been….lacking.

Besides, despite the fact that you’re human and have terrible taste in roommates, I find you tolerable. No making yourself sick or dying from your own abysmal cooking, alright? While you are here I will take care of food. I trust those awful brothers aren’t stupid enough to let you cook at home, right? Good.”

And that’s when MC realized they finally made Mephistopheles their friend. Talk about plot twist!

Raphael

This weirdo (I do mean that affectionately) actually likes Solomon’s cooking. Even if MC is somehow worse, I’m assuming he has tastebuds of steel.

Raphael finished his plate and asked for seconds, leaving everyone else horrified yet in awe at his indestructible digestive system. (Theology states that he has healing powers so maybe he’s just immune idk.)

“That was really good, MC! Feel free to cook for us anytime when you visit Purgatory Hall!”

He did not feel the glares of his hall mates on his back when he said that but he did get goosebumps.

[luckegirlyako]

Doughnut season Jィ ִ ꕤ 🌨️🎀 🍧 ݂ ꒷꒦ ❄️ ۪ ᘐ ˙

Misaki + Eimi (／▽＼)

a short story I wrote for my oc’s last December, hope you enjoy !

Background: Eimi and Misaki has been best friends since middle school, on the graduation of their 3rd year, Misaki soon died from a car accident, ever since then she was reborn a cupid !!!

(I’ve made a whole series about this so if your interested in the storyline and lore and want to know more DM me or tell me to pose more stories about Misaki and Eimi and more of my Ocs !!!! 😇🤗🤗) Also sorry for the spelling mistakes !

𝇋♡︎𝇌 Eimi’s favorite time of the year, sharing it with her favorite person in the world. (〃∇〃)

Misaki, who isn’t so joyous about the freezing cold, and hardly even comes outside during the winter. Only came outside because Eimi asked her too ! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

The pigtailed girl, abruptly sat on the bench, rubbed her hands together and blew on them to make sure they were warm. “So… Cold ! (;´Д`)”

“Misaki,” Eimi called out, the girl charmingly smiled at the sight of her best friend. “You came !”

“Duh, you called !” Misaki snorted, as she got up from the bench tucking her hands in her pocket.

“Even though I know how much you hate the cold ? Wow, your making me feel reeeeally special. (=^ ◡ ^=)” She teases, as she takes her scarf off to wrap it around Misaki’s neck, the taller girl (M) crouches down and lowers her head to let Eimi wrap it around.

“No wonder your freezing, your practically naked in this weather !” Eimi puts her hands on her hips as she examines Misaki’s outfit. Who wore an off shoulder knitted sweater,a ruffled skirt and boots high to her knees.

“I need to look fashionable even in this awful weather ! (ФоФ)”

“Fashionable my ass.” Eimi rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, where’d you wanna go to ?” Misaki curiously asked, the girl tilted her head like a cat. “We’re getting doughnuts, Y（・ω‐）Y” Eimi looked back at Misaki with a playful wink.

Misaki’s eyes shimmered at the saying doughnuts. “Your right, that totally sounds good right now !” She beamed with drool coming down your mouth.

“Close you mouth, fattie !” Eimi cringed at the sight of Misaki. “I’m not a fattie !（￣□￣；）” The latter snaps back.

❄️

“A strawberry sprinkle and chocolate fudge doughnut please,” Eimi ordered.

“Chocolate fudge is soooo good !” Misaki gushed. “You eat so much chocolate a day, why are you so thin…” Eimi scrunched her eyebrow.

“It’s my super power ! ♪♪♪ ヽ(ˇ∀ˇ )ゞ” Misaki proudly stated with a wink.

“Your order is ready !” The worker announces.

Eimi walks up to the pick up order section and hands the chocolate fudge to her friend.

“We should eat them at the park across the street.” Eimi suggested. “Kay !” Misa beamed.

❄️

The swing stays motionless as the two girls munch on their doughnuts. “It’s freezing outside, but it’s worth it because this doughnut is so yummy !” Misaki talks with her mouth full, her legs moving up and down.

“Gross…” Eimi cringed before taking a bite out of her doughnut.

“I say we should have a swinging contest ! ＼（＾▽＾）／” Misaki exclaimed, already done with her doughnut. “You shouldn’t start swinging after eati—” Eimi scolded, but Misaki already go to swinging her legs back in forth. The shorter girl huffed a sigh.

“Bet you can’t beat me ! （・∀・）” Misaki dared as she smiled ear to ear.

“Fine, but if end up feeling sick don’t say I didn’t warn you !” Eimi says, as she starts to move her swing faster than Misaki.

Misaki snorts, “Yeah, right !”

Three minutes in, Misaki falls off the swing as she feels light headed. “I feel… sick.” She mersibally muttered.

“Told you so.” Eimi stuck her tongue out.

“Need… Water… (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)✧”

“Dramatic much,” Eimi commented. “I’ll be right back, wait here, try not to throw up and disturb the peace !” Eimi told Misaki before quickly running to the store.

“Kay…” Misaki muttered, feeling green.

❄️

“Thanks for saving me back there !” Misaki smiled. “Yeah, whatever.” Eimi rolls her eyes with a sigh, the two girls wait for the bus on the sidewalk.

“Yayy ! I can’t wait to see your mom again !!! (／▽＼)” Misaki cheers, lifting her arms up in excitement while Eimi looked so done. “Your more excited to see my mom than me ??” Eimi teased, sounding heart broken.

“Well your moms hot !” Misaki proudly stated, causing Eimi to kick her in the back of the leg without another word. “Owie…”

Two minutes later the girls get on the bus, Misaki sitting near the window area of course. Misaki yapped her head off half of the time, talking about random funny moments that had happened.

Eimi pretended not to listen but was really listening to every single word that came out her mouth. Then not too long ago the pigtailed girl fell asleep laying her head on Eimi.

”What’s the point of sleeping on my shoulder if you have the window side…” Eimi muttered in annoyance, but didn’t dare to move not even an inch to make sure Misaki was peacefully sleeping.

Eimi moved a strand of her curls from the sleepy girls face, Misa softly snored, causing the shorter girl to giggle a bit— her sleeping face looked so stupid !

Trying to hold on her laugh so she wouldn’t interrupt the restless girl, she went out the window to see snow falling. “Woah— I didn’t know it’d but that cold !” She muttered to herself, as she leans closer to the window in surprise.

‘The snow is so beautiful.’ She thought.

Minuites later they get off the bus and have a two minute walk home— Also a two minute rant about how freaking cold it was from the one and only Misaki. Eimi pretended to look irritated but fondly smiled at her when she wasn't looking. ‘What an idiot,’ She smiled.

“Snow is so freaking annoying!” She rants, trying not to get her foot stuck in the snow as she walks.

“I disagree, snow is so pretty, and just the icey cold vibe is super soothing. (๑ ́ᄇ`๑)” Eimi expressed. “Besides, when it super hot in the summer, you complain a lot— pick a side or shaddup !” Commented Eimi, lightly chopping Misaki on the head.

“Ow— Well my rants are totally reasonable ! I hate it wether is super hot, or super cold! Seasons like spring and fall are the best.“ Pipped Misaki, as she childishly folds her arms.

“Weirdo— Those two are just filler seasons !! ｏ(*￣o￣)ｏ” Responded Eimi.

A moment of silence before the girls burst out into laughter and giggles. “Filler— ??” Misaki snorted.

“I said what I said !” Eimi chortled.

It took Misaki a while for her to end her giggle fit. “A-alright— Can we go inside now, I think I might get frostbite.” Misa wiped her tears before pointing to the door in front of them”

“Oh, right.” Eimi said, digging in her pocket for her keys and unlocking the door.

“Good to see you, Miss ! (ʃƪ〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)” Cooed Misaki, as she greets Eimi’s mother. “Ah, you get cuter and cuter every time I see you Misaki !” Em’s mother squealed, fondly putting a hand on her cheek.

Eimi stared at the twos interaction with irritation. “Alright, mom. We’re going upstairs.” Eimi’s dragged Misa away. “Byebyee ! (・ω<)” She waves.

“I'll bake you guys some munchkins while you're up there !” Her mother announced.

“Yay !” Miss cheered.

The two girls walk up stairs to Eimi’s room. “I miss this room ! ヽ(^O^)ノ” The pigtailed girl explained as she jumped on Eimi’s bed. “Hey— Do you have any manners !!?” She snapped, dragging Misa by her leg. “No, It’s so comfortable !” She whines.

“It’s so warm, I love it ! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ” She expressed, as she playfully rolled on the bed. Eimi huffed a sigh, joining Misaki.

“The sheets are pretty soft…” Eimi muttered, lying beside Misaki. “I know right, It’s nice finally being somewhere warm after a cold day ! (p^-^)p”

“Agreed. q(^-^q)”

“Coming in! I have you guys’s munchkins.

｜ω・）” Eimi’s mother slides through the door.

“Thanks miss !” Misaki bubbled.

“Thank you, mom.” Eimi thanked, as she placed the tray on the bed stand.

Misaki throws one in her mouth, making a drool fall down her lip. “Delicious, (=^ ◡ ^=)” She said muffled.

“Gross.” Eimi cringed before nibbling on her munchkin. “Hey— don’t only eat the chocolate ones ! (ง ˙o˙)ว” The girl yelled.

“But they’re so good !”

“Stop being fat, I also want the chocolate ones !!!”

The girls start to fight over the last chocolate munchkin and Misaki stuffs it in her mouth. “Spit it out !” Eimi snapped as she held Misa’s shirt. The pigtailed girl quickly chewed and shook her head.

“Ugh! Fine, I’m eating the rest !! ε-(‘ﾍ´○)┓” Eimi huffs, letting go of her shirt. “Aha ! (ゝ∀･)” Misa giggles.

About half an hour passed of them watching random videos off the internet, the two friends lay beside each other on the bed.

“Hey Eimi,” Misaki starts. ‘Em hums.

“I’m starting to notice a pattern ! Every time it’s winter, all I see you eat are doughnuts. (・∀・)”

“I really like doughnuts, especially in the cold.” Eimi answered, causing Misa to snort.

“And how come you hang out with only me during the winter ?” Misaki curiously asked, pointing at herself.

“Because you're my best friend and you make me happy ??” Eimi scrunched her brow, showing Misa a look of ‘Duh ??’

“The winters’ my favorite time of the year, doughnuts are my favorite snack, and I’m with my favorite person… （・⊝・）”

“You're like a munchkin !” Eimi calls out, putting her index finger up. “Hah ??” Misaki looked at her with scrunched up eyebrows.

“And I'm a doughnut, a munchkin is whole in the doughnut so that means they are apart !!! But when we're together theres no hole in the doughnut… So that means it isn't so empty anymore without the munchkin.. Stupid right ??” Eimi nervously laughed.

“It's not stupid ! (´A｀*)･ﾟ｡” Misaki expressed, as her eyes watered. “I mean that much to you, Eimii !!?” She cried out, attacking her best friend with a hug, practically choking the girl.

Eimi makes her grip lighter before letting out a giggle, as she hears the taller holler ‘I love you’ about 10 times.

“I love you too, Misaki ! （　´∀｀）” Eimi smiled.

”Eimi, promise me every year during the winter we’ll hang out in the city and eat doughnuts— It’ll be our tradition ! （*＾ワ＾*）” Misaki beamed, as she put her pinkie out in front of Eimi.

Eimi giggled again. “Your so childish, （＞ｙ＜）Promise.” She smiles, their pinkies then intertwined.

❄️ Time Skip ❄️

It's already been a few months since Misaki passed, and it’ll be the first winter without her…

Eimi planned to stay home and rot in her bed that winter, but of course her mother forced her to go out to walk in the city.

Eimi slides on her boots and puts on her coat before walking out the door, the winter is hardly the same anymore for the girl. Although it's her favorite time of the year, how can she look at it the same ??

Walking on the sidewalk, two girls who looked like best friends walked past her. Eimi can't help but be reminded of Misaki and her when they were only first years in high school.

Eimi frowned and turned away, trying to distract herself by looking at the objects in the window of the shops she passed.

The girl stumbled upon a teddy bear, “Misaki would totally want this as a present,” She bitterly laughed, her smile slowly faded from her lips. Eimi buried her hand into her pockets walking away from the window of the shop with her head lowered.

Eimi won't be eating doughnuts this year, she’d just be reminded of the past. So it's best to go back home and rot in her room !

Eimi miserably snacked on gingerbread cookies as she watched a classic christmas movie, her mother making a bowl of popcorn in the kitchen.

Em’s mom walks in the living room, placing the bowl on the counter. She softens her eyes. “Honey, it's christmas, cheer up okay ?” She calmly asks, playing with her face cheeks and stretching her lips into a smile— Which fell back into a frown.

Eimi groaned, turning away. ‘It’s Christmas and my best friend isn't here.’ Eimi thought, sinking into the couch cushion. “Oh don't be so depressed, I know you miss Misaki but she wouldn't be so happy seeing you with that look on your face ! （‐＾▽＾‐）” Her mother teased as she pinched Em’s cheek, it's like she could read her mind.

“I know,” Eimi sighs.

The doorbell then rings, “Mom, did you invite guests ?” Eimi asks, lifting herself up from the cushion. “Not at all !” She chirps. The doorbell then starts to repeatedly ring.

“Coming !” Eimi yelled, rushing at the door.

Eimi opened the door to see no one, she looked around confused, she then looked at the floor and saw a box. Eimi tilted her head in curiosity. She opened up the box to see dozens of doughnuts, but they weren't just normal doughnuts.

They were doughnuts without holes in them, and a note was left in the box that read

‘Even when we're not together,

We stay linked. Love, M.’

Tears roll on Eimi’s cheek without noticing it herself, the girl trys to wipe her tears but they kept going, she sobbed badly she couldn't breathe, she missed her best friend so much, she missed her to death—

She felt so relieved, she knew that was Misaki, it had to be ! She's the only one who knows about their tradition.

“I miss you, I miss you so so much.” Eimi cried.

The End. ♡

Merry Christmas ! 🎄🎀🍩

December 10-24, 2024

[the-firebird69]

We're close no but ok. The canal forms. Soon fully. Will open soon MB one day. Or two. And ok will help. Soon it will be here.

Now some are high here. But yeh he's an ass and clone. And loser is mean. We hit them now. Laughed he said he had the munchies and he said don't laugh at me bro I'll munch on you. And no not funny.

So we hit his asshole unit. So sunset for him to watch this f****** mouth and wake up here that nowhere even though it's a clone it is not really black and they do get what he's saying and he's going to get hit and we need to see the clone.

This place is loaded with people who don't understand that you can't sales dumb s*** or someone will get rid of you because you're not really leaders at all like these Trump idiots get hit by everybody now the clone is starting to mouth off and this is terrible because this little teeny imps running around blabbing we need people to come in here and get the street instead of letting walk you all over you the normal can't have it and he's saying it too it's the Mac proper plan and it's also not good and he's saying about himself can't look at it as soon as walked all over by everyone this has been a nightmarish couple days

Jenna that's who it is and I'm really sick of this I'm telling my people to do the job

I really don't need to be hassled by every single thing that can move out here either and looked at is nothing at all will stop it or it's to your advantage to not stop no matter what and these trumpsters are a good example of what happens it's already written in stone that what happens to them what happened to people if they start doing this dumb s*** and they should have restraint now the clone is saying it because he's a pig and is trying to get his way and wasn't poisoning me because I didn't want to drink the stupid drink and he's wrong and he should pay for it but I'll tell you what this is wrong like everybody has to go to nursery School over again and then came through 12 k through 12 and we're supposed to educate everybody we're supposed to tell them don't do this and don't do that around me it's gotten so I have no insulation and there's no barrier at all and my people a little bit complacent about it people weigh that can make things and make things happen and it's gone too far on the other side of the dial or pendulum Zues

We do see what he's saying and it really has and it's insane how far past it's disgusting this little urchin screaming and screaming and running around the room at night and really there was nobody there to stop her was disgusting now John remillard is in charge of the facility and loser and professor the very he hates my husband like he hates cancer and stuff like that it's too much and we are not in control and we don't have power like we say we do it's time we fess up to it and acknowledge it and start to gain power and we need to do that and faster and we need to sign all those up if they're not signed up out there I'll plan it I am finding it ridiculous we gave the orders and it's going to be it's going to be disastrous

Hera

We're signing people up every day and huge numbers and more every day than the last day before it. It is a huge effort now massive numbers are out there recruiting and we recruit people everyday we have told people that your job is to hire yours on so that they survive. And it's a duty and we're going to and in the words he said and we should phrase it the way he did he said they're your friends and they're your family and you think they're us and you have reviewed it but you want to send them in to be sure and so far we have had nobody fail but if you're not sure and you talk to them about things after they get into the military after hearing your thoughts and so forth it is the way that we should be able to use that and it's wonderful

Thor Freya

This is a good way to look at it and it's real so we are going to put it out there it's your responsibility to have your friends and family vetted and you're with them they need to be secured they also need to be doing the right job we have a lot of them that are doing the right thing but it's no way going to save people and they need to be waiter aware that is two items we're going to put down this major items to do it with and he also says in the general framework of things it is required for all of us to be in the army all the time no matter what they're thinking and he does say that we should sign people into the national guard type stuff and they should be fully vetted they're going to be in there for a week or two and change so really good idea because a lot of people join they won't think they have to join full time and they'll get to see what's going on and understanding what happens there is an important to us

Nuada Arrianna

We're going to have to do this we treat them like they're our army they are but we need to of course vet them and we have to start doing this now and these people are ridiculous

Olympus

[asshlyyyy]

On The Eighth Day of Christmas

Day 7 | Day 9

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (Or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Spelling and Grammatical Errors Most Likely

Word Count: 655

With all of the animals out of the way, you were getting back to reality. The eighth day was the first of many humans conducting ways tasks. The first one happened to be eight maids of milking. Now of course you had many many thoughts about this one. Yet, you came to the conclusion of one. 

You had gotten eight cheap dolls that were dressed as maids. You then got one cow stuffed animal. You then got a little toy that was a milk jug. In reality, it was a piece of wood with a sticker slapped on saying it was milk. 

You woke up around your normal time. Did your usual routine and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. While you were making dinner you were setting up the eighth day. You decided it would be best to set them up in the dining room. You two hardly ate out there if you were being honest. You just ate in the kitchen, so for the time being… the dining table will be your twelve days of Christmas table. 

“Mm, hey darlin’, ya swans are frozen,” Elvis said as he yawned and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. You let out a light giggle and shook your head. 

You flipped the pancake in the pan, “doesn’t surprise me. There is snow littered everywhere outside. I can’t believe people still wait out by the gates.” You said as you felt him come up behind you. His arms slanted around your waist and his lips found the top of your head. 

“They’re the real ones.” He muttered and pulled away, “‘m gonna get the newspaper.” You nodded in response and felt his warmth being pulled away. You kept your giggles down on the quiet as he walked into the dining room. 

“Uh… ‘m not even gonna ask,” he shook his head. You let out a laugh and platted the two plates with pancakes and toppings. 

You heard the front door open and close, indicating that Elvis went down to the gates to get the newspaper from the security guard. You placed the plates down and sat down and started to munch on your food. 

On every other day, you would’ve waited for him, but you were overly hungry and could no longer wait for your dark-haired husband. The door quickly opened and slammed shut indicating that your husband was back.

“Son of a goddamn bitch, it’s colder than goddamn Antarctica out there,” Elvis announced as he shuffled his way into the kitchen. You let out a giggle and looked at him. He had fresh snow littered in his hair and you could see the goosebumps on his arms.

“You should’ve put on a coat,” you claimed as you popped a piece of pancake in your mouth.

“Eatin’ without me?”

“Mhm, sorry I was really hungry.” You frowned at him. He nodded and went to the coffee pot to start himself some coffee. 

“Are you okay?” He then asked after there was some silence. You looked at him confused. Why wouldn’t you be okay? Sure there were some questionable things you’ve done… the turtle doves…

“Yeah?” You said in a questioning tone, urging him to explain his reasoning for questioning. 

“Ya just been eating more, and I can hear you throwing up in the morning. I just want to make sure you aren’ sick.” Elvis explained as he came to stand by you. He looked into your eyes to make sure you weren’t going to lie to him.

“‘M not sick. I promise,” you said as you looked straight into his eyes. 

“Okay,” he nodded and kissed the top of your head. “Now, what the hell is happening in the dining room?”

“Maids of milking,” you smiled. Elvis shook his head and went to fill his cup with freshly brewed coffee.

“I regreat asking.” You let out a laugh and continued to eat your food.

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