#anyway . custard shake time .

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 110)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this has narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Contains prose.

Joy. That’s what Gojo Satoru elicited in you. If there was a better word for it, a more appropriate permutation of words that described how he made you feel exactly, then it would probably be that. But that aside, your heart was filled with nothing but that very feeling even as you padded barefoot into your kitchen which was in shambles. Your mixing bowl lay in smithereens on the floor along with custard. Your stovetop would probably take ages to clean with all the splatters of cooked custard and butter. The counter was a mess with all the condiments he used, several unused utensils – just how many turners did he need? – and powdered sugar everywhere.

“Sweet cheeks!” he called out, looking up at you and stopping you from going in further, a broom on his hand. “Don’t come in here. T-there’s broken…” He looked silly with an apron on, his hair in disarray, held back by one of the fluffy headbands you usually used when you did your skincare. And weirdest of all, he was wearing one of your oversized shirts. Well, on you, that is. It looked like it was about to tear at the seams on him. You had to bite back laughter, seeing the dejected expression on his face. “What?”

You leaned against the fridge, crossing your arms, relishing in the absurdity of the situation. A person like Gojo Satoru was larger than life, meant to do great things, fly, not cook you breakfast – or attempt to – or clean your kitchen. Still, you enjoyed the scene and its domesticity, reminding you of that time in Hokkaido his mom caught the two of you playing with pancake batter. Now you doubted if he even made that, not that it mattered.

“Need help, handsome?”

He slowly shook his head, evidently sulking that you find amusement in his predicament. He wasn’t even holding the damn broom right. “No, I’ll clean up here. You stay in the living room.”

“You sure? You look like you’re in a pinch right now.”

At your taunting, he started whining, throwing the broom on the floor and walking over the mess on the floor to get to you, his lower lip jutting out even as he placed both his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him. “You’re being annoying today, baby. I’ll call one of our staff to clean up. The mess can wait.”

Standing on your toes, you wrapped your arms around him, using that as leverage as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Surprised at your sudden maneuver, he staggered backwards, supporting you on your thighs. You giggled at that, and though he said, “Extra annoying,” he still smiled giddily at you as he walked around your kitchen island. “You seem happy.”

“I am.”

Satoru sat you down on the island, the clean part anyway, and stood between your legs whilst he reached for the plate of French toasts he made, sliding it over the granite top. You looked down at it, grinning at the very nicely plated food before you, complete with sliced berries and perfectly smothered in snowy sugar.

“I can ignore the mess for the effort. Thank you.” You reached for the fork, but he stopped you, shaking his head. “No. You’re not doing anything today. My sweet cheeks will relax while I feed her, okay?”

“Can’t say I hate it.”

He took some of the toast, making sure it had all the elements in one bite as he held it before your mouth, this expectant look shining in his eyes when you finally opened up and tasted what he made. You chewed thoughtfully, nodding in approval. “Damn good French toasts, baby. A-plus.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. More.” You opened your mouth like a child much to his delight, more than glad to oblige. All the while, you just busied yourself with playing with the ears on the headband he was wearing, fully content in the little bubble you’ve both created in that corner of the kitchen where the morning sun shone just right on him.

“I got you orange juice, too. Wait, I’ll get it –” He moved back to get to the fridge, but you hooked your leg around him, stopping his progress and drawing him closer. Without preamble, you cupped his face, pressing your lips to his, intense from the get-go as you showed in actions just what you couldn’t tell him in words. You didn’t want him anywhere he is out of your reach, holding him in place by the nape while your other hand wandered down to the hem of his – your – shirt, tugging at it.

“Someone’s enjoying her breakfast too much,” he said as he heeded your unspoken command, pulling the garment off him. You swallowed hard, eyes wild as you took in every line and sinew of his musculature. “Well, this is infinitely better than breakfast.” You smirked when you saw his cheeks turn pink when he came closer, kissing you just as fervently as you did earlier.

You pawed at the ridiculous headband he was wearing, throwing it blindly somewhere in the kitchen. He slid the plate beside you further to the side as he grabbed your thighs, lifting them higher up his waist while you used your foot to push his sweatpants down, whining in frustration against his lips when you couldn’t quite get it off.

“Easy,” he spoke softly, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing steady and warm against your cheek. He made quick work of pushing his sweats down, taking his cock out, pretty as always as he gave it a few pumps. “You want this, hmm?”

“Want you, Toru,” you moaned, catching his lower lip between your teeth, spurring him on. He reached between your thighs, running his thumb over the wet patch there, rubbing your clit over the fabric. “Didn’t know you wanted to make babies for breakfast.”

“Please, baby,” you whined, “Want you.”

“Someone’s needy,” he teased, but gave you what you wanted, pushing your panties to the side. “So wet for me.” He held his dick, running its pink tip through your folds and sliding in just a bit at a time before he’s pulling back, easing in agonizingly slow that your patience was fraying. He did just that for a few more moments until he finally pushed in all the way, stealing the breath from your lungs when he repeated the action, pulling all the way to the tip before slowly going back into your heat. “Fuck, baby.”

He set a rhythm that had you seeing stars, his name falling in high-pitched whines from your mouth, lost in the undeniable pleasure of it all. At some point, he adjusted his angle, hitting you in all the right places that had acid white flashes dominating your vision, feeling like you were going to float into space if it weren’t for the bruising hold he had on your hips.

“Harder,” you managed to choke out in the midst of you pretty much losing your mind with the way he was continuously hitting your sweet spot. “D-don’t stop – ah! Fuck – more – mmhhh…”

“Y/N, baby, you feel so good – so fucking good.”

“I’m c-close…”

“I know, baby, I know.” He leaned down, gently peppering kisses on your cheeks down to your jawline and wherever else he could reach, his hips and breaths turning erratic as he thrust in shallower, faster strokes, his moans and grunts mixing with yours as he brought you to your high, long and dragged out as he found his own, following after you with a drawn out groan, your fluttering hole milking him for all he’s worth.

The kitchen was filled with ragged breaths as you both came down from whatever heaven he catapulted you both to. Soft laughter soon mingled with it as the full realization of what you did finally hit you. Satoru pushed himself up, hovering over you while he regarded you with those mischief-filled eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured. “I’m so damn in love with you, L/N Y/N. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You reached up as you pushed yourself to a sitting position, shivering slightly when he pulled out of you, your essences dripping on the tiles below you, but you couldn’t care less, kissing him stupid. “I love you, too.”

Satoru looked at you lovingly, seemingly drunk as he stood there, his forehead on yours as he cupped the side of your face. “Say you’ll stay with me for always. Say you’re not going anywhere I can’t see you.” He briefly pressed his lips onto yours. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Satoru. Yours alone.” You felt tears falling from your eyes as you pulled him closer, basking in the afterglow of your union. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A/N: Almost done. I'm having separation anxiety huhuhu

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️ (hi azia love u)

hi ells!!! love you!!!! sorry this took so long, i was rolling things around and trying to get to a place where i liked my writing again. but i think i'm here now!

these are in no particular order btw. just some recent faves :>

♥ triple play | io/estinien (modern au)

Haurchefant met Io at a Spring Break party in freshman year, where he spent far too much of the night watching her quietly hold up the corners of some upperclassman’s rented condo. He felt like he knew everything there was to know about her right away, a symptom of that bright melancholy distinctly found in art school girls, like she was only waiting on fate to catch up to her. Maybe the reality of her was less interesting than his half-baked conclusion, but god, her smile. He was so nervous to talk to her.

♥ pang | io/estinien canon (pre-relationship)

His stomach tosses, and he admits something to himself for the first time: he wants to kiss her. Something he hasn’t done often, rare even in his most eager of dalliances. She was looking at him in the way she often does, like he could tell her anything and she would not flinch, and maybe that’s the problem. He can think about more than a kiss without losing his head. It is the straightforwardness of the intimacy he desires that sends him reeling, and already she affords him something close. So he ran. The urge has been growing for some time. They catch their breath after a battle, and she’s bruised and radiant, and he shoves it down. They carry out some mundane task and Io pulls her hair back from her face, and Estinien endures a calamity. How often has he busied his hands to keep them from the simple act of tugging her to him and embarrassing himself?

♥ mustering | io/estinien canon (pre-relationship)

Io smiles patiently. “Your brother?” His eyes fall to the leaf-covered ground and he nods. “He would walk our sheep into the fold from pasture. He named them all. Even if they already had one, he’d change them to something he liked better–insufferable, really. Anyway… when one went missing, he’d beg me to join him in the search, make me scour the fields and nearby forest with him until we found whichever young, or old, or lame sheep had wandered off alone, staring up at us with that look of relief. And I was a bit bigger than him, so I would carry it home while he doted on Flopsy, or Custard, or whatever the fuck he’d named them–” he feels his smile spreading as he shakes his head, and the vacuum in his heart surrounding Hamignant shrinks, just a little. “I suppose what I mean is, he still holds me accountable.”

♥ tiebreaker | io/estinien (modern au)

The city doesn’t slow around them. Flashes of sound and color leak into the dim room, painting the wall in shifting light that disappears between drowsy blinks. Io wonders how all those passersby in taxis and on the street can go on like before, unaware a faultline has moved under their feet. Don’t they know? Didn’t they feel it? The quiet breaks abruptly. “Io, I’m not,"—his rough voice wavers. He pauses. She can almost see him turning over the words in his mind—"very romantic, if I’m honest, but I could be good to you.” His head on her chest is the only thing keeping her in orbit. “You’ve always been good to me. If you’re asking me for something…” “I’m asking.”

♥ flood | io/estinien canon (mature) ↓

His lips return to her neck, and one hand travels the length of her back to twist the strap of the bra. “Tell me, where did you get this?” Io gulps, eyes falling closed at his touch through the sheer fabric. The pale lavender lace barely covers her chest and leaves her nipples artfully exposed. It is the last remaining piece from the matching set; the bottoms and garter belt have long been removed in a racy attempt to undress. Now he fucks her without obstruction, not that they would stop him in the first place. “Shtola sent it. A gift to celebrate my finally sleeping with someone after such a long–” Estinien thrusts, hard, chuckling at the timing– “long time. Though it appears to be for you more than me.” “Then I shall have to thank her when we next meet.” The next moan comes unbidden as the hand on her back wraps into her hair, tied into a messy tail, and pulls. A short, quick jerk, and she can see half his face now, flushed red and smirking. Once more, he tests her, waiting for her reaction. Io smiles at him. “More.”

[player1064]

Literally obsessed with the ask fics you’ve been doing, thank you 🥰 my suggestion to throw in is something on Jamie being whipped as hell…. I just love that as a concept and the latest STF where Gary’s instinct is to demand he provide him with clothing alternatives made me think of it hehe… like something regarding everyone knowing Jamie’s basically at his beck and call

JAMIE! IS! SO! WHIPPED!!!!! this is honestly such a core part of my carraville belief system anyway like ngl I do try sprinkle a bit of it into most of my fics so YES I loved writing this!!!

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“Alright guys, we’ve got a fifteen minute break and then I need you all back in your seats,” a producer calls out once they’ve cut to the match.

Immediately, everyone on the set of Monday Night Football starts bustling around, setting up equipment or wandering over to the craft table for something to eat or drink.

Jamie rushes off without a word, and David stands up to do the same but ends up hovering awkwardly next to the desk when Gary doesn’t move from his seat, just gets his iPad out from under and starts to type furiously on the little bluetooth keyboard.

“You’re not coming for a coffee?”

“Huh?” Gary blinks up at him. “Oh, no, Carra’ll get me one.”

David gives Gary a disbelieving look but goes off to get his own refreshments anyway. By the time he gets back, Jamie’s wordlessly setting a mug down next to Gary’s elbow, along with a couple of custard creams. He doesn’t wait for Gary to acknowledge him (which he doesn’t), just sits back down in his seat and starts scrolling on his phone, glancing up across the desk with a smug smile when Gary picks up the mug to take a sip.

*

“Where the fuck is Jamie?” Gary asks as he whirls around Sky studios lobby, not stopping for long enough for anyone to actually respond. “James! James, you twat, where are ya, I ‘ave to be back in Manchester for five, can’t believe you’re makin’ me wait –”

“Alright, alright, keep your tits on,” Jamie says as he rushes in, coat only half pulled on. “Jesus, it’s your fault I’m late, y’know. You left your airpods in the dressing room, I ‘ad to go back and get them ‘fore I was stuck with your whining for the next four hour.”

Gary frowns, pats his pockets, then looks at Jamie bewildered when he finds nothing. Jamie drops the case into his hands.

“How’d you even –” he starts, but Jamie’s already hurrying towards the waiting car.

*

“I always get so hungry while we’re commentating, wish there was a – a runner, or somethin’, who could go get us some snacks.”

Jamie, who’d been about to start saying something into his mic, shoots Gary a glare and then starts raving about brilliant possession. While he’s talking, though, he uses his foot to push his bag out from under his seat and towards Gary, gives him a little kick in the ankle for emphasis.

When Gary opens the bag there’s a few packets of hula hoops, some chocolate bars, a packet of wine gums, a couple of apples which he studiously ignores, and some granola bars. He grabs a few things so that he doesn’t have to go rummaging again later, then holds out one of the chocolate bars to Jamie.

Jamie glances at the offering and shakes his head, waves it away. “Not big on sweets, am I?” he says once he’s put his microphone down.

*

“Jamie – Jamie, can you c’mere for a second?” asks Gary, waving him over to where he’s stood talking to Wrighty.

Jamie gets up from his seat and walks aver, looks between the two of them expectantly. “Yeah?”

Gary reaches up to pluck the glasses from his face, which gets almost no reaction from Jamie beyond a surprised blink when Gary’s hand first approaches him.

“See, Wrighty, look at this,” Gary says, as if Jamie were nothing more than a mannequin. “He’s way blinder than you or me, I dunno how ‘e’s not always crashing into things when he’s not got them on.”

“I think you’re right, check out the magnification on these things!”

*

“Ugh, Jesus, what kind of place only takes cash?” Roy complains, searching through his pockets to no avail. “And to only tell you after they’ve made your order, now I just look like a prick. Do either of you boys have any notes?”

Gary and Jamie both say no, and Roy’s about to turn back and go to the counter to tell this poor teenager that he can’t buy the food after all, when Gary squints at Jamie suspiciously then holds up a finger to say hold on to Roy.  

 “Shame, that, ‘cause them sandwiches look really good. An’ I only had a piece of toast at breakfast.”

“Not my fault you’ve not been grocery shopping in two weeks,” Jamie says, rolling his eyes. At the same time, though, he’s reaching into the pocket of his jeans for his wallet, pulling out a ten pound note and handing it to Gary.

Gary grins triumphantly and hands the note to Roy.

*

“Glad ‘e’s got too heavy to pick up now,” says Paul with a nod towards Gary. “Else he’d be jumping at us every time Salford scores.”

“Oi!” Gary reaches out to whack Scholesy in the arm. “I am not fuckin’ heavy, d’you mind? If I wanted to jump at people I’d jump at people, ta very much. I’m just more civilised now, like.”

“No, Gaz, y’just know that if you try it we’ll both end up on our arses looking like twats. You prob’ly don’t even have the leg strength to –”

“Jamie!” Gary cries out, interrupting him. “Jamie, go stand over there, would ya?”

Jamie raises an eyebrow at him but gets up off his seat and goes to the flat platform at the back of the stand. Gary follows, then without warning does a pathetic little run-up and launches himself into Jamie’s arms, his legs wrapped tight around him.

Jamie gives a little humph under his weight, which Gary ignores to raise his hands in the air in celebration. “Ha!” he says, “see, Scholesy, told you y’were talkin’ nonsense!”

“Gary, y’great lump, are you planning to stay up ‘ere much longer? Not sure my old man knees can take it.”

“Shush, you.”

Jamie shushes.

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Ruggie - Coupla Donuts

Notes:

Prompt: Fake Dating

“This is so dumb.” 

Ruggie shushed Yuu under his breath. “Shut up before you give us away.” 

Yuu rolled her eyes. Her fingers squeezed his when he pulled her forward in the line. The couple in front of them giggled while they playfully “argued” with one another. Ruggie stood on his toes and eyed the glass display in front of them. His mouth watered when one of the bakery workers slid open the cabinet to place a fresh batch of donuts on the shelf. The donuts were still warm, the chocolate icing oozing down their sides. 

“You’re literally drooling.” 

Ruggie wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of the hand holding Yuu’s. Yuu shook her head, and her nose slightly wrinkled. “You have no shame.” 

“Absolutely none,” Ruggie agreed, his laughter hissing through his teeth. “This place has the best donuts on the entire island! And they taste even better when they’re free. Shyheeheehee!” 

“To couples,” Yuu added. She swung their connected hands between them and glanced around the bakery. Ruggie didn’t need to follow her bored gaze. His ears twitched every time a high-pitched giggle from the numerous couples crowding the tiny bakery pierced the air. “Who was your significant other last year?” 

“Kalim.” Ruggie snickered at the exaggerated eye roll she gave him. His humor wasn’t enough to keep him from glaring at the back of the heads of the couple in front of them. They were giggling more than picking out donuts. “He was totally into the whole act.” 

“I’m surprised you got him off the campus without Jamil.” 

“Naw, Jamil was with us. We were a throuple and got three times the donuts!” 

“I don’t get why we have to do all this,” Yuu said with a shake of her head. “It’s not like you just buy everything with Leona’s money anyway.” 

Ruggie paused his glaring long enough to pout. “Leona won’t let me come into town with his wallet.” 

“At least his laziness has a limit.” 

The couple in front of them finally made a decision and moved out of the way to the register. Ruggie’s ears perked, and he yanked Yuu forward with him. He let go of her hand to eagerly rub his palms together. “Finally. I thought we’d never make it up here.” 

The young worker behind the cabinet giggled. “You’re always so impatient, Mr. Ruggie! We’ve got plenty of donuts for everyone today. Did you come in for the special couple's discount?” 

“Heck yeah!” Ruggie’s eyes flicked from one tray of donuts to another. Did he want the chocolate drizzle one or the strawberry shaped one? Maybe he’d go wild and get the custard-filled one. Dang it, why did Jamil have to ruin everything this year by making Kalim stay in his dorm and study? He could’ve gotten all three! “I’ve been waiting all week for this!” 

A hand yanking on his wagging tail made him yelp. He glared back at Yuu. She ignored him and flicked her fingers in his direction in a dismissive manner. “Don’t mind him. You know how he is at this point.” 

The worker giggled even harder. “Oh! It’s perfectly fine! So which donuts would you two like? In case you haven’t heard, we’re doing a special flavor today: strawberry cream-filled with a chocolate glaze.” 

“I definitely want that one!” Ruggie crouched to get a better look at the donuts behind the glass. His mouth was watering again. “Let’s see. One of the special flavor and…” 

“That one.” Yuu’s finger lightly tapped the glass right above his ear. “The plain one.” 

Ruggie sputtered. “Plain? It doesn’t even have glaze on it!” 

“Perfect.” Yuu’s finger tapped against the glass again. “I want the plain one.” 

A light growl escaped Ruggie. “They give out free plain donuts every day! This is the one day out of the whole year you can get any donut free. Even the deluxe ones.” 

“Then you get a deluxe one,” Yuu argued back at him. She turned her deadpan stare at the worker, who was barely breathing through her giggles. “I’ll have the plain one, and he’ll have a fancy one. Don’t worry about putting it in a bag. He’ll inhale it before we even get out the door.” 

“Coming…right up!” the worker said between her giggles. 

She made quick work of snatching the chosen donuts off their trays and waved them to the register. She lightly hip bumped the other girl away from the register and rang them up. Ruggie squinted at the digital screen until the discount brought the total down to a beautiful zero. His tail started wagging again when she handed them each one donut wrapped loosely in wax paper. He lifted the donut to his mouth, smelling the yeasty undertones of a perfectly fried donut. 

“You two make a really cute couple.” 

Ruggie clamped down on the donut. Delicious strawberry cream mingled with bitter chocolate on the top of his tongue. He slowly chewed and blinked at the smiling worker. His ears flicked once when he remembered the entire ruse. “Yeah, cute.” 

“He’s a bit of a slob, but I suppose I’ll keep him.” 

Ruggie shot Yuu a side glare. “A slob? I’m the one that does all the cleaning!” 

Yuu reached over and jabbed her knuckles against the corner of his mouth. The corner of his upper lip reflexively curled. Yuu pulled back and showed him the large dollop of pink cream smeared across her fingers. She stuck her tongue out at him. “Slob.” 

“Spoiled.” 

“Moocher.” 

“Goody two-shoes.” 

Another giggle interrupted them. “You two are definitely a perfect match! No offense, Mr. Ruggie, but she’s much better than the two boyfriends you brought with you last year.” 

Ruggie huffed and took another huge bite of his donut. He would argue two boyfriends was better because it gave him an extra donut. He grabbed Yuu’s hand after she wiped the cream off with a nearby napkin. “Thanks. I’ll be back next weekend.” 

The bakery worker’s giggles followed them out the door. Ruggie shook his head once they were walking down the road back to campus. “Us a good couple? Yeah, right. If I ever dated you, it’d be because I got free donuts every weekend. Shyheeheehee.” 

“I’ll admit, I would date you if you agreed to clean Ramshackle every weekend too.” The wax paper around her donut crinkled when she unfolded it. “The way you get around donuts is a little concerning though.” 

“I just know what’s actually important.” Ruggie popped the last big bite of his donut into his mouth. He nearly choked when Yuu lifted her donut to her face. “Oi! What are you doing?” 

Yuu paused and blinked at him. “What? I’m eating my donut.” 

Ruggie shook his head and swallowed. He coughed lightly when the huge lump of donut lodged in his throat. “Your donut?’ 

“Yeah.” Yuu waved the donut at him. “What? Did you think I was going to let you get two free donuts? I have a fee for using me in your little scam.” 

“You don’t even like donuts!” 

“But I can eat it.” As if to make her point, Yuu shoved the donut into her mouth. Ruggie gargled in horror. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s. “Thanks for the donut, honey.” 

Ruggie lunged forward. Yuu yelped when his teeth clamped onto what was left of the donut. She reflexively loosened her grip. Ruggie lurched back, the rest of the donut dangling from his mouth, and sprinted away from her. He chewed the bit of donut in his mouth and yelled over his shoulder, “Thanks for the donut, sweetie!” 

Ruggie snickered at the curses the prefect spat back at him. 

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Y'all I. I really tried to write a fic using the 100 words, but I made it to 50 and. I just can't carry on. I'm losing my marbles. I invite you all to try the challenge for yourselves.

Anyway here's a fic. ⚠️ MASSIVE NSFW WARNING ⚠️

It's called 50 Shades of Hemulsion.

Hob has never been this interested in another man's jazz before. As far as he used to be concerned, one man's love liquor was much like any other. But now he's with Dream, he's obsessed with wet paint. Maybe there's something addictive about his lover's wad, or maybe Hob is just stupidly in love. Either way, Dream’s tallow is just the best thing on earth as far as he's concerned.

Hob loves the taste of Dream’s choad nectar on his tongue. He swallows it down eagerly every time, like it's the last meal he'll have. He also loves it when Dream spaffs on his face so he can feel it dripping down his chin. Dream likes to scoop up the string of pearls on his fingers and hand feed it to Hob. Either that or he smears that oil of man over Hob’s chest until the monkey juice clings to the thick chest hair.

Hob often walks around smelling like soap – and not the type that you might be thinking of. Any sentient being with a nose can smell Dream’s liquid silk on his skin. It would be embarrassing if Hob wasn't such a slut for that letchwater. 

Dream doesn't have to get soft after he has his man period. He can spill his live cultures into Hob multiple times per night. The man foam drips out of Hob’s arse, except when he's plugged of course. Sometimes he takes so much wank paste, he gets bloated with it. Even when he's crying with oversensitivity, Dream just gives him more spendings to keep inside.

So maybe it's no wonder that Hob is obsessed with salad dressing, since he's surrounded by it all the time. He has cute toys filled with fake white honey, but it doesn't feel or taste the same. So he has to beg Dream for his clam sauce and hope that he's feeling generous. Even when he's dreaming, he craves Dream’s spume. If he's a good boy, he gets amazing dreams where his lover gives him the jam at both ends. He wakes up still tasting like cock snot.

He does love it when Dream makes him beg for his daddy sauce. Dream is so cruel and harsh, he refuses to fuck Hob properly unless he begs. "Do you not want my white heat in you? Is my flour water not good enough for you? I thought you wanted my cream?"

So Hob has to whine and squirm and beg. "Yes, please give me your custard! I want you to put your jamba juice in me. I won't feel good until I'm stuffed with your man seed!"

"Are you sure you want my fun gel in you? Not someone else's? You are such a slut for spunk, I am not sure mine alone will be enough for you." Dream is so good at teasing. He'll only move his cock a tiny bit, refusing to give Hob the splashback he needs.

"No, Dream, your prick liquid is the best! I don't want any other dongwater in me. I've tried so much erectoplasm in my life, I just know that your buttermilk is the only thing that can satisfy me."

Dream is always merciful and fills Hob with his cock droplets over and over, until Hob spills his own layonnaise without being touched. Dream milks him of nizzle-drizzle until he's dry, and then inspects his hole. He only stops fucking Hob when the sink bubbles are leaking out of him, and he physically can't hold any more man tears. Then he pushes a plug into Hob to keep the population paste inside.

Hob’s addiction to prick liquid doesn't seem to be fading. In fact, every time Dream fills him with tail juice, Hob remembers exactly how much he loves it. He's so lucky to have Dream, who can provide all the protein shake Hob could ever want, and keeps him full up with willymilk every day. And Dream can't help but think Hob’s love of jizz is so sexy. One might even say, it makes him cum.

The End, please pray for me.

[beauseakiia]

Father Son Bonding(but not really)

This is an angst fanfic I wrote mostly for shits and giggles [double thumbs up]

Characters: Clotted Cream Cookie and Elder Custard Cookie

There is light emotional abuse(mainly just Custard insulting Clotted but putting a warning here just in case)

Anyways onto the actual fic, I hope you guys like it :D

Things have been incredibly rough for the Republic. With Elder Canele in prison for embezzling funds and selling what was essentially poison to the Lower City, and Elder Mille-Feuille missing after escaping incarceration for leading a religious cult of thieves, the rest of the Convocation had been getting the side-eye from the public. This on top of the destruction of the Republic from Dark Enchantress. Rumors and speculation swirled as the Convocation worked to fix the mess left behind by the White Masks and Dark Enchantress. Clotted Cream had been working hard to try to fix everything as fast as possible. Being the Consul of course, most of the responsibility fell on his shoulders and there was a lot of pressure to rebuild what was destroyed and get back on track with preparing for the future war.

At some point after Dark Enchantress’s attack ended, Clotted Cream learned that his father, Elder Custard, had fled the Republic during the attack and wasn’t sure when or if he’d be back, leaving Clotted feeling a little betrayed even though he wasn’t surprised. This also added more problems to the already long to-do list, with now a third Elder missing in action. Although deep down, Clotted Cream felt some relief that Custard wasn’t there, hovering over his shoulder and criticizing his every move. So he took advantage of Custard’s absence to get the more urgent things done without his father’s interference. Though, all good things must come to an end.

Clotted Cream sat alone in his office, planning out the Republic’s next moves in preparation for another meeting with the remaining Elders to further discuss the future. He had plans for the ongoing reconstruction of the Republic to bring it back to its former glory, orders to continue the manufacturing of Pearl Candies and recruiting more manpower to the Pearl Legion, Paladins and the navy, setting up search teams to go out and find the scattered pieces of Soul Jam, and planning out possible elections to appoint new Elders to the Convocation to replace Canele and Mille Feuille.

“There you are, boy.” A sickeningly familiar voice boomed suddenly, sending an involuntary jolt through Clotted Cream’s body, shaking him out of his train of thought. He looked up to see Custard standing in the doorway of his office

“Father…” Clotted Cream was less than thrilled to see him. His voice was colder than usual. “You finally decided to return to the Republic.” 

“Hmph, I had other business to attend to outside the Republic. Don’t tell me you were too incompetent to run the Republic without my guidance.” Custard began walking up to the desk. 

“I’ve run the Republic just fine,” Clotted Cream shot back. “The Convocation has already set plans in motion to rebuild everything lost and get the Republic back into shape so we can continue preparations for the upcoming war against Dark Enchantress. All things considered, things could be much worse but we’ve much to do and not a lot of time to do it.”

Custard glared at the blond, who was still seated at his desk. “I do not appreciate your tone, boy,” he growled.

Clotted Cream forced a fake smile. “Truly, I believe I’ve been quite polite considering the stunt you pulled, leaving me and the republic behind in the middle of a siege. Conveniently, after you attempted to keep the Soul Jam to yourself knowing full well the Ancient Heroes would not take too kindly to that,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“They were momentary lapses in judgment. I was doing what I thought was best for our house.”

“So abandoning your own son and the Republic during an attack is a lapse in judgment? I expected a little more tact coming from an Elder…”

Custard slammed his hand on the desk,“You have no right criticizing my actions with how many mistakes you made!”

“Mistakes I made??” Clotted Cream stared up at his father, feeling rage boiling up inside of him. “Truthfully the only mistake I’ve ever made is listening to you.”

“Excuse me?!” Custard exclaimed. “You had better watch your tongue, boy.”

Clotted Cream stood up, clenching his fist at his sides. “No I won’t because it’s the truth. I’ve spent my whole life bending to your will, doing everything you’ve commanded me to do. I underwent all of the training and teachings you forced me into to make me the perfect candidate for Consul, all while berating me and my ancestry for any little flaw I had. And yet, I did it. I finally became Consul.” He gestured widely to the office they were in. 

“And you wasted no time going around bragging about your ‘achievement’ of raising me, yet the second no one’s looking, you turn around and criticize every. Single. Thing. I do if it’s not to your exact demands. Nothing’s ever good enough for you!”

“If you’d listen to me and do as I say, there would be nothing to criticize!” Custard snapped back.

“I DO!!” Clotted Cream shouted, causing Custard to step back. He had never raised his voice at him before. 

“I DO listen to you! And for the most part, I do as you say! But I draw the line at your demands that would’ve put us in even more political strain with the kingdoms then we already were in. With everything else, I did what you told me to to the best of my abilities and everything ran pretty smoothly all things considered. But of course, one little mistake or unaccounted for event and suddenly I’m just too incompetent to be Consul. You blamed me for an ambush from a group no one even knew existed in our Republic even when I took every possible precaution I could!” He was shaking at this point. He lowered his head and took a few deep breaths.

“I am sick of the constant disrespect from you.” Clotted Cream muttered, his voice low and shaky. “If you didn’t think I was fit for this job, then why did you even push me into it? I worked my ass off to meet your expectations and yet, no matter what I do, I’m still not good enough. What more do you want from me? I have managed to keep everything in working order, the Republic has made giant leaps in terms of technology and strengthening our armies under my leadership. Everything I’ve done has been for the betterment of our Republic, because if the Republic falls,” Clotted Cream lifted his head to look at his father.  

“There would be no more House Custard. Whether you like it or not, I have to prioritize the Republic as a whole if we want any chance of surviving this upcoming war.” 

Custard glared daggers at the blond. “Are you done with your little temper tantrum?”

Clotted Cream just stared at Custard, fighting back tears. That sentence cut into him like a knife. Temper tantrum. That's what he thought about his feelings. Even though it wasn’t surprising, it still hurt on top of everything else.

“Tch, I’ll come back to discuss things when you can act and speak to me like a damn adult.” And with that, Custard turned on his heel and walked out the office, slamming the door behind him.

Clotted Cream crumbled, falling back into his chair, holding his head in his hands. And began to sob uncontrollably.

“Why did I have to end up here…”

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Crosspost on AO3 and deviantart(both under same username)

[soulless-angel25]

Riverrosetober 2023- Day 7, Prompt: Home

THE WOMAN WHO FELL TO EARTH- TARDIS INSIDE, 13 HAS FALLEN

Rose hit the side of the TARDIS walls, she twisted and grabbed onto the railing. Somewhere to her right was River who had slammed into the console and gripping onto the controls for her life, she may have regained more regeneration cycles but she did not want to regenerate right after her husband-wife. Especially in the TARDIS which had just dealt with their regeneration. She and Rose had been scolding him for holding it back, but when he got into one of those depressive states. Gods, there wasn't a whole lot they could do.

Eventually the shaking of the TARDIS stopped, though she kicked the two of them out of the console room. Which was more then fine with the two of them for the moment because despite both of their superior biology's (Rose shivered, that sounded far too much like her husband-wife. Blimey, that'd take some getting used to.) being that close to a regeneration, especially one that's part of a fresh set... best they go to the Med Bay and make sure neither of them are injured, and then when that's finished they can go and see what their lovely girl has come up with for a new console.

Earth- 2018, Sheffield

"-oh! And I need to get back to my Rose and my River. Ooh, will they still like me?" 13 looked down at her body, then quickly looked into the microwave that she was using to help locate the TARDIS. She was quite short in this body, shorter then she'd been in others. Her eyes flicked up to her hair, she rather liked it-though she was afraid that Rose might say she stole hers.

Standing back up and spinning to face the three humans that stood nearby she had a grin on her face, "Right! One... Two... Three!" she used her makeshift sonic, for a moment nothing happened and then-she was floating in deep space. The Doctor sighed, then panicked, looked, and saw Yaz, Graham, and Ryan nearby. "Fuck."

TARDIS Interior

Carefully Rose rose from the table and stretched, full body scans were a nuisance. She turned towards River, "So? Anything abnormal with me?"

"Nope. According to the scans you are perfectly fine-well, as much as you ever are. Your cell degradation has slowed down some more, so your life expectancy has increased more."

"Great," she swung her legs off the table, looking down at her outfit, "New clothing time?"

River sighed, "New clothing time indeed. And perhaps some chips?"

Rose perked up, "hmmm, how about fishfingers with custard?"

"...sure, you can have custard with it, just, when the Doctor is back- please don't give any to them."

"Why not? They liked it perfectly fine in their eleventh body."

"Rose."

"Ok, ok! I won't... while you can see anyways."

"What was that last bit, Darling?"

"Nothing! Now, food-then outfits. And then we check out the console room."

THE GHOST MONUMENT- end of episode with 13

"Ohh! Oh, yes! C'mon, come to mama!" 13 has a manic grin on her face she called out to the TARDIS trying to stabilize her. Finally she succeeded.

Rushing over to pulled the doors wide open, and suddenly, almost reverently she walked in. Turning to look around, "oh, you've redecorated. I quite like it."

"You better since you're the reason she had to change desktops."

The Doctor spun, eyes landing on one of her wives, "Rose!" she rushed over and lifted her wife into a hug before setting her down. Then she noticed something was wrong, she had to look up. And at that realization she sighed, and Rose giggled.

Hesitantly, the Doctor stepped back. Suddenly self-conscious, what if they didn't like her now?

Apparently she had voiced that concern aloud and was being reprimanded, by River. "-d you absolute idiot! Of course we love you. Now- we are going to get you to the zero room and you are going to stay until your fully done regenerating. Don't think I don't see the wisps still circling."

Somehow she ended being led away by River, and Rose turned to the three people nearby. She sighed before shaking her head, "Would you like a 'cuppa?"

Yaz nodded, with Graham not for behind, but Ryan asked if he could have coffee. To which Rose simply smiled, "'course you can." and that was that.

[queen-rainy-love]

Part 3. It’s night time and PV and WL come in and see the situation. Clotted Cream is awed about the ancients being here and asked (mostly at WL) them a ton of questions. PV is confuses, RV explains, no idea how to reverse the spell yet. Anyways WL tucks CC into bed. Next morning, Clover and Knight scream, everyone follows their voice and see a 9-12 year old CC. Cream puff realizes that the spell is going to slowly age CC back to normal. RV tries to talk to him but CC scowls. Part 4 soon.

I can't wait for part 4!

*The scene takes place later at night where the Pure Lily siblings and the Custard brothers are still figuring out what is going on in the Pure Lily siblings' house. It wasn't long until Pure Vanilla and White Lily walked inside. The moment the group saw the two come in, they were filled with panic. Except for Clotted Cream who had stars in his eyes.*

Pure Vanilla: Good evening everyone. How are all you do- *notices young Clotted Cream* Who's this young Cookie?

Custard III: It's big brother Clotted Cream.

White Lily: What? That's Clotted Cream?!

Madeleine: Yeah...that's him...

*Clotted Cream runs up to them and starts bombarding the two Ancient Heroes with questions.*

Clotted Cream: Is it true that you two went to the Blueberry Yogurt Academy?! How are we related? How did you win the Dark Flour War!? Are you two king and queen together!? Can you show me some spells!?

White Lily: Oh...um...well...

Pure Vanilla: *smiles* Aunt White Lily can answer all your questions as she tucks you and your brother to bed.

Clotted Cream: *tilts head* What about you, Uncle Pure Vanilla?

Pure Vanilla: I just need to talk to our kids about something.

*The Pure Lily siblings started sweating as White Lily took both Custard brothers upstairs. Pure Vanilla waited for the trio to be out of sight before turning to his children, a smile still on his face. The aura started getting a bit tense and before Pure Vanilla could let out a word, Red Velvet quickly explained the situation.*

Red Velvet: There was a mishap with a spell that Cream Puff was working on and we've been both trying to find a spell to reverse it and keep Clotted Cream company!

Pure Vanilla: *stares at the siblings for a second before speaking.* I see. If I had to guess, this must have been an age-reversing spell.

Cream Puff: Y-yes. That's right.

Pure Vanilla: Alright. With that in mind, a counterspell should be in the same spellbook. If not, then a second volume should have one.

Madeleine: *looks at Cream Puff* Do you have the second volume?

Cream Puff: No...but maybe Professor Latte or Professor Espresso might have one!

Pure Vanilla: That's a wonderful idea. We'll see one of them tomorrow morning. It's late. We should head to bed.

*Meanwhile, White Lily is telling a story of the Ancient Heroes' adventures. Custard III and Clotted Cream were laying next to each other, slowly drifting to sleep. The moment she was sure the two were asleep, White Lily retuck them and gave each one a forehead kiss. She stuck out of the room, slowly closing the door.*

*Later in the morning, everyone was rudely awakened by two screams. Everyone ran downstairs, weapons ready. But all they saw was Clover and Knight freaking out over a slightly older and annoyed Clotted Cream and a concerned Custard III.*

Red Velvet: What the...

Madeleine: Why is he Cream Puff's age now?

Cream Puff: Let me check my spellbook. *goes to her room*

Pure Vanilla: What happened, Custard Cream?

Custard III: Well...I woke up and just saw that big brother was bigger than last night.

Red Velvet: Great...let's see how he's doing. *walks up to Clotted Cream* Hey, you doing alright? Not feeling sick?

Clotted Cream: *scowls* I'm fine! I don't need you to baby me. Just show me the closest ship port.

*Red Velvet stares at Clotted Cream while his cake arm shakes in anger. Thankfully, Cream Puff came back down with her spellbook.*

Cream Puff: I have good news! The spell I used has a natural reverse spell on living beings. As the days go by, Clotted Cream will age until he gets to his current age.

White Lily: That's wonderful! It shouldn't take long then.

Red Velvet: Not if I strangle him first...

Madeleine: You know Wildberry would kill you if you do that.

[laalaaisqueen]

Rewrite of the Cure AU-Chapter 8: Security break and chirping

A concerning beeping noise startled Lenny as he was making his way back to the communications center.

The last time he heard it was during the Water Gun incident.

He checks on it and luckily the security breach seemed to be just located at the basement.

But he should still investigate on what was causing it.

It was back to concern when he came across the broken card scanner, electricity sparking from it. It seemed to have been smashed by something.

What the hell could have broken this? Lenny had this designed specifically so they wouldn’t break easily.

He steps towards the opened door and his ears twitch in shock from picking up the sound of a child crying.

The scientist cautiously moves down the steps, it has been an odd day after all. The purple light scans the room like search lights, a room he doesn’t really use, and they land on a familiar tiny figure.

It seemed to be shaking violently, it quietly cried and whimpered. It’s huddled in the corner.

It wasn’t warm down here at all, so he didn’t know why the little creature would come down here.

Lenny carefully approaches it, not wanting to scare the poor thing. Now that’s kneeling down closer to it, he realizes it wasn’t just a child. It was a baby.

Maybe somehow they had broken the scanner, so it must be able to jump high.

He quickly checks to see its limbs.

It didn’t seem to have any arms.

So maybe its head?

Should he be impressed that a baby did all that, or concerned over this high amount of IQ?

This creature was very strange looking for a baby. Usually a newborn baby will have a lot of fur, he’s confident the test subjects are kept in certain tubes of a certain liquid so they develop properly.

But it barely had any fur, logically it shouldn’t be able to survive like this. Without proper care, it probably would end up dying anyway.

Lenny winces at the thought. He have to get to his lab to create a liquid needed for correct development. Of course he wasn’t going to put a baby in a tube, a bath would be better.

And he had to get it out of the cold basement.

To be honest, he’s never held a baby before, but he had to try.

He slips off his coat, he didn’t really have anything else in here to use as a blanket.

“Hey, buddy, I need to get you out of here, it’s not safe down here.” He very carefully swaddled the scared tiny Tubby with his coat.

It emitted a high pitch chirping noise almost like a bird and his ears twitch back in response to the loud noise.

Guardian’s feet came to a halt, his head turning in response to a sharp noise. “What was that?” He eyes the open door.

“It’s probably nothing, we need to go to talk to Richard.” Tisa shoves him forward.

He turns his head again hearing someone climb up the steps. The black female shoved him again while also looking back.

“What are you holding?” It’s extremely rare to see Lenny only wearing ONE of his coats.

Whatever was in the coat in his arms was making small but high pitch noises.

“None of your business.” He makes his way in the direction of the elevator.

“Alright then.” Tisa pushes Guardian. “Off to the cafeteria, Richard will meet us there.”

While curious about Lenny, he moves forward.

She nudges him to a table where a tall red Teletubby was sitting, he was drinking something and Guardian kept getting distracted by the black beanie.

“Okay, let’s start.”

“I thought we were waiting for Richard?” Guardian’s pale eyes dart around, not realizing the red Tubby and Tisa were laughing under their breath.

“He’s right here Guardian.”

He glances at the male with a confused frown.

“Don’t worry, everyone gets confused.” Richard smiles a bit too gleefully for someone who was in charge.

“Richard you should get your paper and pen out, you don’t have a sharp memory like Lenny does.”

“Ah, right.”

“Alright, tell us what you know Guardian.”

“Uh, well, I was watching the test subjects like I always do when Tinky Winky broke the custard machine and then Po hung herself-”

“Whoa, wait, why did she do that?!” Richard interrupted, looking panicked.

“I think it was something in the custards, I got up to go get some custard samples after Dipsy tried to kill Laa-Laa.”

Tisa taps the table. “Did you get any?”

“No, Tinky Winky kept telling me to stop and wouldn’t let me.” He pouts slightly, recalling the purple Tele’s accusations of ‘stalking’.

“Well, it’s fine, we only need blood samples.” She pauses. “...Maybe we do need at least one cursed custard sample.”

“Did you find out why the custards are…” Richard narrows his brows as he tries to find the word to use, then just throws his arm out.

“No, I don’t know why or how the custards are doing this.”

Tisa stares at him for what feels like a long time.

“...So you don’t really know anything.”

“Come on Tisa, don’t be mean.” Richard spins his glittery pencil while Guardian shrugs.

“Not a single word he said is actually helpful to our situation.”

A vibration from her coat pocket draws everyone’s attention. She pulls a device out and...puts it to her ear. “What?”

No matter how much Guardian strained his ears, he couldn’t hear the other line.

“That’s an odd request but okay sir.” She shoves the object back in her pocket. “I think we’re done here, I need to head off to the lab.”

“Which lab? There’s more than one.” Richard stands up, folding the paper into his jacket and taking off his beanie for a second to drop the pencil into.

“On the top floor, duh.” She walks into a hallway.

“You’ll be okay on your own, right?” The red Captain addresses him.

Guardian nods once making Richard beam as he leaves down a different hall.

He waits for a bit before following the way Tisa left.

After walking through hallways she stops in front of what he can only assume is how to get to the top floor. She presses a button before the doors open and she steps in.

He makes sure to stay out of sight and only revealing himself when the doors shut.

Guardian slowly approaches it while it emits small noises until a sharp ding rings out. He waits for several minutes before pressing the button, he’s startled by the doors even though he’s aware it was going to happen.

He slowly backs into the...thing.

The metal doors shut making him a bit nervous about being in a tight space.

There are a number of buttons but all he had to do was press the highest number.

It begins making the same sounds from before, he covers his ears when the same ding rings out. The doors open and he carefully steps out.

And great, there’s more doors.

“Maybe I can just listen to the doors?” So he starts pressing his ears to all the doors, all he got was shivering.

Until he got to the last one.

“...Did you bring someone with you?”

“No, why?” Tisa’s voice sounded truly confused.

“He can’t possibly know I’m here.” Guardian mumbles under his breath.

“...I see.” There’s one second of silence before he speaks. “Are you almost done, I’m concerned this poor kid will dry up.”

A sharp chirping noise makes itself known.

“Does he have a bird in there?” He wonders to himself.

“Yeah it should be done, do you literally plan on bathing the kid in this chemical instead of water?” Tisa’s voice was getting closer to the door.

“Of course, he obviously did not come out of a womb so he needs this-”

“Please never say that again.” She suddenly opens the door making Guardian fall inside.

“...Uh, what are you doing up here?”

“Doing such a terrible attempt at stalking.” The taller Teletubby in the room shakes his head.

“I’m not stalking! I’m eavesdropping!” The white Tele pouts, why was everyone using that word.

He seems to ignore his protest. “If you’re going to stalk people physically, you need to learn to not talk out loud, you alert others to your presence.”

“Wait are you explaining to him how to stalk?” Tisa raises an eyebrow.

“He’s doing it wrong.” Lenny sighs exasperated as he unwraps the bundle and sets the tiny baby in the tub of strange green liquid.

Guardian was torn between insisting he wasn’t stalking and wanting to know what the tall Tubby was doing.

The tiny creature lets out another chirping noise.

Guardian gets onto his feet and curiously moves further into the room. The other didn’t shoo him out of the room so he took that as a good sign to move closer to the tub on the desk.

He was unable to really see the stumbling creatures from the helicopter, but he’s positive this tiny chirping thing was one of the creatures.

“Is this one of the…” Guardian didn’t really know exactly what to refer to it as.

“The creatures? Yes.” He uses his gloved hand to gently pat the green...maybe water where it wasn’t reaching on the little...creature.

“What is it sitting in?”

“He’s sitting in a chemical that’ll help him develop properly and not die.”

“Huh? Why would he die without it?” He looks at the baby again who was staring right at him.

Its-his eyes were black with tiny green pupils.

“Because his skin is too dry and barely has any fur, babies typically usually have all their fur grown when they are officially out of the mother’s womb.”

Guardian blinks.

“Will he need it forever?”

“No, of course not, just until he’s developing properly.”

He wiggles his arm less body and chirps again.

“He seems to be less scared than he was previously.” The indigo Tele comments out loud.

Guardian watches closely when eventually he grabbed the soft looking towel next to the tub so he could carefully rewrap the tiny Tubby.

He emits a high pitch chirping noise, craning his neck in Guardian’s direction.

The taller eyes him then glances at Guardian, though because of the goggles he couldn’t really see his eyes very well.

“I normally don’t like this but...can you step closer?”

Even though he was confused by the whole sentence, he walked closer, pausing at the other’s slight tensing.

Then was thoroughly taken aback when he stuffed the swaddled kid into his hoodie, like not actually inside, into as in he can feel the baby against his chest fluff.

Of course he doesn’t wear a shirt, a shirt AND his hoodie would feel suffocating.

Guardian looked at him, truly confused.

Lenny shrugs a bit. “It’s a Fluff thing, I think it might be good for him if he’s against a lot of fluffy soft fur.”

“Huh? How do you know I have soft fur?”

He walks around him. “Because I’ve heavily researched Fluffs.”

Guardian carefully follows him, faintly noting Tisa must have left at a certain point, mindful of the literal baby against his chest. “You keep saying that word as if I’m a separate species.”

“...Well it’s more like you’re a different race, species more refers to different kinds of antennas.” He locks the door once they’ve both officially stepped out.

“What? How am I a different race?”

“You’re literally the fluffiest Teletubby here and I could list every feature of different races, but there’s an apocalypse to deal with and I have to get Richard to do his job and there’s just too much to do.”

Guardian looks up at his head and well maybe different races are a thing, because Lenny’s ears were sharper than Laa-Laa’s.

...And Dipsy, Tinky Winky, Po, and Laa-Laa also were very different from each other.

“What is he then?”

The other looks down at the baby that seems to have finally settled down since he isn’t making those loud chirping noises. “I actually am not really sure at the moment.”

...That was until they stepped into the thing that brought him up to the top floor in the first place.

The second it started going down, the child began making the sharp sounds again.

Lenny's ears twitched violently while Guardian just winced.

[the-pale-goddess]

How is Miss T spending her 30th birthday?👀✨ Does she celebrate it? How does she feel about the 3 and the 0?

Anon, my beloved! Can’t thank you enough for this question and your interest in Tiffany! You’ve made my heart so full 🥹❤️❤️❤️

The big 30 deserves a triple celebration, and that’s exactly the gift I’ve given to my girl 🥂 I went a little overboard with this response, sorry 😅

Warnings: we’re discussing E&T, so expect references to some adult activities jsvksvskvs

Actual birthday

Tiffany insisted that reaching 30 is not a big deal, so she chose to work on August 22nd.

Waving her twenties goodbye wouldn’t make any real difference in her everyday life, but it was symbolic, and this seemingly irrelevant detail put her in a weird, reflective mood.

Ethan knew it was a pretty big deal for her after all. For weeks prior, he watched her stare in the mirror looking for new wrinkles (there were none, but she would always find a reason to shake her head at her reflection and sigh) or plucking out stray gray hairs.

He could tell she’s got a lot on her mind, but she put her brave face on, covered her melancholy with a thick layer of humor and tried to deal with it on her own without burdening others as per usual.

The prospect of entering thirties made her feel a bit lost and confused. Usually confident and fearless, Tiffany suddenly didn’t know which path to choose and how to do it. But the reckless times of irresponsible youth, even if she rarely acted that way, were over. She lost access to that gray area of life where mistakes were allowed. She had to make some life-shaping decisions, and she had to make them soon.

With no hesitation, Ethan decided to be the distraction and support Tiffany needed while her self-searching quest continued.

You bet that E&T were late to work that day 🤡 Tiffany’s ever-caring and thoughtful partner made sure her day started on a high note: with a hearty breakfast in bed and morning sex.

He got up early to spoil her with her favorite Italian style omelette, freshly squeezed orange juice and delicious coffee.

Though he tried his best to be as quiet and sneaky as possible, T woke up anyway. Careful not to ruin the surprise, she pretended to be asleep, but Ethan saw through her act.

Then fucked her senseless just the way she likes.

The afterglow snuggling made it impossible to simply leave the bed and get ready for work, so they stayed in a little longer, enjoying each other’s company and engaging in pillow talk.

Inspired by the occasion, Ethan felt the need to verbalize some of his thoughts.

„You’re well aware that I’m not fond of birthdays, but…I’m immensely grateful for you, and I want you to know how special you are. How important you are to me.”

Tiff (being Tiff) joked in response, saying that Ethan’s advanced age made him sentimental. The truth, hovewer, was evident; her heart filled with overwhelming happiness—she was exactly where she wanted to be: loved, in love, and accomplished, with bright future ahead of her. The thought brought her comfort and boosted her confidence. Little did she know that in a few months her world would turn upside down 🤰🏻ksbksbskbs

Edenbrook celebrated Doctor Addams with a lot of noise—slightly embarrassed and deeply moved Tiff received many wishes and small gifts from fellow doctors and her favorite patients.

After work, E&T had a low-key dinner in one of Tiffany’s favorite sushi restaurants, then drove home to get the finest dessert on the menu 😏

Speaking of desserts…Ethan almost forgot about the most important part of his plan, the birthday cake—a criminal offence, really. After they finished each other They finished the day eating the fancy cake on the balcony, their spent bodies loosely wrapped in the sheets.

Tiffany was obsessed with the choice: vanilla supreme made with custard sauce and Bourbon vanilla, homemade blackcurrant jam, hazelnut dacquoise. Devouring this deliciousness under the stars, comfortably seated in Ethan’s lap as they watched Boston twinkle at night, was definitely worth the wait.

Of course Ethan received a rich reward for his efforts: T went extra with her dinner outfit and new lingerie. She’ll do anything to make him speechless 💅🏻

Birthday party

The gang wouldn’t let Tiffany say goodbye to her youth without a proper party, so she accepted her fate and decided to give in: a fun celebration for her friends takes place on Saturday. One of her sisters, Cynthia, is coming over from San Francisco.

It’s even more special because she organized it with Sienna (whose birthday I HC to be in July)—Miss Trinh waited a month just to have a joint birthday bash with her bestie.

Birthday trip

Last, but not least: a special gift from Ethan! In two weeks, he’s taking Tiff to Ireland where she’ll finally have an opportunity to explore her roots.

Their sightseeing focuses on Galway (her grandparents’ hometown) and the country’s most beautiful natural wonders such as the Cliffs of Moher or the most scenic routes of The Ring of Kerry.

The most exciting part of their vacation, the Galway trip, was meticulously planned by Ethan with the expert help of Tiffany’s Nanna offering some bits of their family history. Unrelated fun fact: Mrs Byrne adores Ethan to bits—she was actually the first and only person in T’s fam to give him a warm welcome.

Initially, they intended to mix Tiffany’s thirty with Ethan’s fourty (30th December for my Capricorn King 🫶🏻), but in the end decided to use his birthday as an excuse for another Eurotrip around January/February (*coughs* remember The Tape?).

I posted a little peek into T’s bday trip shenanigans, you can find the ficlet here ❤️

[sugamamacustard]

Helping hand.

Pairing: Mob boss! Alpha! Kenma Kozume x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW

Request: Ok but im really in love with the ABO mafia and, here me out, Alpha Mob boss Kenma who's omega S/O suddenly gets her heat while in a meeting at another boss's house (like Oikawa or even Suga)

Summary: You were always so good for your alpha. There are some things that fall out of your control however, things that may put a wrench in your good behaviour. 

Author’s Note: Okay, there’s these headcanons about Tendo, and (I think) Kita and Sakusa punishing their S/O for swearing and I cannot find these for the life of me. Please help out Custard man!

Requests: Open!

WARNINGS: Daddy! Kink, Degradation, Kenma is mean >:(, but it’s okay, we love him. I also used a Fem! Reader, GN was really hard to write last time ‘^_^ sorry!

➵ One of the many, many things Kenma loved about you was that you always behaved.

➵You didn’t like punishments, just as much as he didn’t like giving them to you (They were frankly exhausting).

➵So you behaved, listened to all of your alpha’s rules, even went above and beyond sometimes. 

➵Such a perfect little omega. 

➵Walking to your bedroom, Kenma smiled softly, quickly adjusting the tie he wore around his neck. He had a meeting with Suga within the hour and had to “Look presentable”. Gross. 

➵ You poked your head up at the sound of the door opening, eagerly putting down the switch console in you hands. 

➵You were wearing a loose romper, with legs that stopped midthigh and accompanying thigh highs- signature black choker around your neck. 

➵Kenma liked to keep things simple and classy with you. 

➵ Every thing was simplistic and just how Kenma liked it. 

➵Just how you both like it. 

➵ “Kitten.”  He hummed, watching you get up, placing the switch in your small backpack. The backpack was your to go bag whenever you needed to go somewhere with your alpha, filled with snacks, a water bottle, coloring books, regular novels and your (His) switch. 

➵ He waited for you to skip to his side, turning and walking with an arm around your waist, making his way to the meeting room. 

➵Suga was bringing his omega along today, so you’d have someone to play with on Animal crossing.

➵Kenma wouldn’t admit it, but he was excited to see your smile when you found out.

➵ “Alpha, who are we meeting with? Oikawa? Ushijima?” You paused, gasping. “Terushima?”

➵ “No. None of those.” The door opened, Suga and his Omega both looking up. You waved excitedly, shaking Kenma’s arm. 

➵You both excitedly chirped at each other, Kenma pulling you along to his side of the table. You soon were perched on his lap, playing with Suga’s omega while Kenma and Suga were talking about weapons trades.

➵Very rarely did you actually care about the conversation but you would listen in enough to know what it was about.

➵Guns. It was about guns. Not like video game guns but real life, dangerous guns that daddy didn’t want you near

➵That was fine with you though. You didn’t want to touch them anyway. 

➵You never wanted  to disobey daddy.

➵Halfway through the meeting, you grunted lowly, adjusting yourself on Kenma’s lap. You felt a pool of heat boil your lower gut, making a flurry of unease set like a stone in your stomach. The only reason you ever felt like this was-

➵You reached into your backpack, quickly pulling out your phone and unlocking it. The background was a picture of you and Kenma at a video game tournament, your eyes closed as you pressed a swift peck to his cheek. You ignored the picture momentarily, quickly clicking on an app,  a flame decorating the face of the app.

➵You frowned at the words you were met with.

➵ “Your heat is coming in three weeks! Better start prep!”

➵ You didn’t know where to go from here. Heat continued to pool in your stomach, making you wither in your spot. 

➵Kenma looked down to you every once in a while, but you didn’t pay that any mind.

➵ Was your heat coming early?

➵You didn’t want that! That means daddy would have to leave his meeting to take care of you!

➵ No you were fine. Just- just sick? Yeah that sounded right. 

➵ Fuck were you hot right now. 

➵ No! You would hold out. Be good for daddy! 

➵ “I apologize for cutting this meeting short, Sugawara, there are some things that need my urgent attention. I’m sure you understand.” You were picked up with Ease, making you chirp. 

➵ “Perfectly. Until next time Kozume.” 

➵You merely watched over Kenma’s shoulder, the door closing behind you as you were carried off.

➵You almost wanted to cry for disappointing daddy.

___

“Pretty, pretty kitten.” Fingers trailed under your panties, sliding between your slick folds, making your whine with need. “In the middle of a meeting and your squirming like a dog with fleas. I thought you liked behaving for daddy, you whore.”

“I do- I love behaving for daddy! ‘m sorry! I couldn’t help it!” You were already tearing up, gripping onto Kenma’s business slacks like your life depended on it. 

He huffed through his nose, inserting a finger into your cunt. “Couldn’t help it?” 

You shook your head, grinding yourself uselessly against his hand. “No daddy! My heat came early!  I don’t- It says I have another three weeks but I’m so hot and I need Daddy’s cock. Please-” 

Your alpha clicked his tongue, inserting another finger while unbuckling his belt with his other hand. He gave himself a few lazy stroked, moving his fingers in a rocking motion.  You moaned loudly, pushing against him as you fought the urge to touch yourself.  

Still had to listen to Daddy’s rules. You reminded yourself of each one mentally, throwing your head back. 

“Can I touch you daddy? Please?” You pleaded, reaching up and threading your hands through his hair when he nodded. A third finger prodded you entrance, raising to tease your clit before pulling away completely. Whining at the loss got you a harsh glance from Kenma, who pulled you onto his lap wordlessly. 

Your panties were dragged down, resting just beneath the bend of your knee, allowing your alpha to position you much easier. 

“Good cock-whores have to work for relief, kitten.”  

You only moaned a response as you sunk down on your alpha’s cock, already quelling the heat in your stomach.

[kiss-inthekitchen]

of the jealous kind

summary: you and Harry are out at the local farmer’s market when a girl starts flirting with you and Harry gets jealous. only thing is, you don’t exactly realize she’s flirting with you. classic wlw vibes, am i right ladies? (please say yes)

my submission for @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines bi-ficathon!

a/n: fun times with Harry calling you “his girl” and being just a bit pathetically jealous (his words!) also i might continue this...in a smut type of fashion... if y’all are interested

word count: 2.2k 

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“Oh, let’s stop over there! I want to get one of those chocolate chip custard things,” you exclaimed, spotting your favorite bakery stand at the farmer’s market and dragging Harry along by your joined hands. 

“A’right, love, m’comin,” he laughed, trying to keep in step with your suddenly quickened pace. 

It was a Sunday morning, cloudy but not too cold, and you and Harry were visiting your favorite farmer’s market in town. You tried to come here at least twice a month if your schedules allowed it. Today, it just so happened, you both had the entire day free to spend with each other. 

Harry knew you had to look at everything the bakery had to offer before you inevitably bought the same items as usual (a good, crusty country loaf and the same danish you never remembered the name of). There was a produce stand across the way that immediately caught Harry’s eye, a “buy 2 get 1 free” sign atop a display of various berries calling out to him. You noticed his distraction, the two of you speaking at the same time.

“M’gonna-” 

“Go on, then.”

“Know me so well, don’t you?” He gave you a soft smile and pressed a kiss to your temple before heading off in pursuit of his beloved fruit. 

You took the last few steps over to the booth’s main table, which held a majority of the baked goods as well as this week’s free sample: a garlic rosemary bread, cut into bite size pieces. You picked one up, on instinct taking a sidelong glance at the basket of your favorite pastries by the register, when the woman behind the counter finished ringing up a customer and turned to you.   

“Can I help you with anything, hon?”

“Oh, um, I’m just looking,” you answered, looking up at her. She must’ve been new, you thought, not recognizing her from your previous visits. She had dark hair, twisted up into a bun at the back of her head, an oversized t-shirt with a phoenix decal on it. Her name tag informed you that her name was Allie. 

“Alright, well, I will say that’s the best flavor we’ve got,” she gestures to the small wedge still held between your fingers. 

“Really? That’s quite a bold statement,” you smile back at her, appreciating her friendliness.  

“You’re gonna want to trust me on this one,” she said, nodding at you to go ahead. 

You took a bite, blushing a bit at the knowledge you were being watched and that she was awaiting your response. “Mhm,” you agreed, around a mouthful of bread. “Okay, you’re right, that’s better.” 

“Thought so. I have been told I’ve got very good taste.” 

“Well, I’m not surprised.” 

She made eye contact with you, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. “So, will you be taking a loaf of the garlic rosemary then?” she asked. 

“Yes, please.” Why not try something new, you thought. And she was right, it was delicious. You’re sure Harry would like it too, and you could just imagine the playful ribbing he was going to give you when he noticed you’d deviated from your usual order. “Oh, could I also get that-” 

“The chocolate chip danish? I saw you eyeing it earlier,” she said, picking one up with a gloved hand and placing it in a small paper bag. “That one’s on the house.” 

“Oh, you’re so sweet! Thank you.” Allie was really on top of it with the customer service. 

“Anytime,” she said, “Anything else I can get you?” 

“No, that’s all for me! Thanks again.”

She rang up your order, handing you the bag before speaking. “You know, we also come out to the beachside farmer’s market on Wednesday’s, if you’re ever in the area. I’ll write it down for you,” she said, picking up a business card from a stack on the table and turning it over to write on the back. 

“Sounds great,” you replied, mostly to be polite. You probably wouldn’t make it out, Wednesdays being a busy day for you with classes. 

Just as she was handing it back to you, Harry appeared behind you, fruit in tow. 

“Thank you so much, have a good one!” you said cheerily, dropping the card into the bag with your goods. You’d look at it when you got home.

She waved back. “See you soon, hopefully.”

You smiled as you turned around to see Harry already standing there, startling a bit at his unexpected presence. He raised his eyebrows a bit, but didn’t say anything as he put his free arm around your shoulders. The two of you headed back to the main walkway, and he waited until your new friend was out of earshot before he spoke. 

“So, yeh just gonna let someone flirt with my girl like that?” 

“What?” That was not what you were expecting. “She wasn’t flirting with me, Harry.” 

“Oh, please, love. Saw the way she was lookin’ at you. Poor girl. I’m sure you led her on.” 

“Excuse me, I did no such thing,” you scoffed. “And she wasn’t even flirting with me, so I couldn’t have.” 

He breezed right past your denial, having already made up his mind. You weren’t going to be able to convince him otherwise, you knew that by now. “Told ya before love, you come off very flirtatious. Almost feel bad for her.” He was smirking down at you, the bastard. “Almost.” 

“Being a pest,” you grumbled, shoving against his shoulder with yours to throw him off balance. 

He stumbled a bit, but recovered quickly. “Oi! ‘S not very nice, is it?” 

You giggled in response, loving when he used that playful tone. He tried to keep a serious face on while looking back at you but failed almost immediately, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes that you forgot what you’d both been talking about. 

“Anyway,” you sang, reaching out for his free hand and threading your fingers through his. “What did you buy?” 

His face lights up at the memory of his purchase. “Got strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries, plus some local clover honey.” 

“Such a sweet tooth, hm?” 

“S’pose I do,” he said with a slight smirk. “Ready to go home and eat, then?” 

“We’ve barely been here half an hour, H. Trying to get me home already?”

“Look too good today, love. Worried if we stick around I’ll have to beat the other vendors off with a stick.” 

“I thought we were done with this conversation,” you rolled your eyes at him playfully, but allowed him to steer you back toward the car park. You were getting kind of hungry anyway. 

--

You’re sat on your kitchen island at home, Harry placing the bags on the counter next to you. 

“Have a nice time, love?” He asks, moving over to you and situating his body between your knees at the edge of the counter. 

You drape your arms around his neck, thumb coming up to his cheek to rub back and forth as he leans into your touch. “Always have a good time when I’m with you,” you breathe. 

“That’s m’girl,” he speaks in a husky tone, before leaning in to press his lips to yours, slow and lazy at first. That is, until he lifts his hands to your thighs, sliding them around to your back and suddenly tugging you closer to the edge of the island, body flush with his. You gasp into his mouth at the action, and you can feel rather than see his resounding smirk. 

“Harry,” you pull back, attempting to admonish him but no one would know from the way your voice shakes. 

“Sorry, love. Know what they say, kitchen’s the most romantic room in the house.” 

“I don’t know anyone who says that.” 

“Y’do now,” he grins lopsidedly at you, and it’s all you can do to remember that the two of you still need to eat. 

You grin back at him. “You’re a dork, you know that?” 

“But you love me,” he responds, and you can’t argue with that. “A’right, I’ll take everything out and we can have a picnic in the backyard, how’s that sound?” 

Your smile nearly knocks him off his feet. “I’ll go get the picnic blanket!” 

He removes himself from between your legs and you slide off the counter and head towards the linen closet in the hallway. When you return, Harry’s taken out the loaf of bread and the danish, and is holding the business card in between two fingers. 

“What’s this, then?” He asks, holding up the bakery’s business card, logo facing you. 

“It’s just their card, the cashier told me they come out to another farmer’s market during the week and she was gonna write it down for me.” 

“Oh, she wrote it down, love.” In a second, he elegantly flips the card over in his fingers to show you the back. “But that’s not all she wrote.” Underneath the name of the other market is her name and, unmistakably, a phone number. 

“No!” you gasp, not believing he was right and you’d fucking missed it. 

“And you bought a new flavor bread?”

“Well, I-  Allie said it was the best one…” you trail off, trying to remember the details of your earlier interaction. Maybe Harry was right, you guess you did seem a bit flirtatious.

“Oh, Allie said, did she? That’s all it takes?” He’s kind of joking, kind of not, when it finally sinks in for you that you’ve, yet again, completely failed to notice when another woman was trying to flirt with you. 

“Oh, god damn it!” you exclaim, completely in your own head and you didn’t even hear what Harry had said to you. “I do this every time!” 

What’s left of Harry’s joking demeanor drops. “Every time? How often does this happen?!” 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice again.” 

Your friends were gonna have a field day with this one. Three out of the four of you identified as bi or pan, though when you’d all become friends back in high school only one of you had actually been out. Now, you all joked that you had one “token straight” in the friend group. 

“Y/N?!”

“I know, H, can you give me just a moment, I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m apparently a raging stereotype,” you reply, laughing at yourself a bit for being so predictable. 

“Oh, of course, don't mind me. I’ll just be here. Waiting. Very patiently.” It’s a wonder he doesn’t start tapping his foot, clearly the farthest thing from patient right now. 

You snap back to attention, realizing that if you don’t stop Harry he’s just going to keep spiraling. “You do know I’m dating you, right?”

“Do I?” 

“Oh, come on. You’re being such a baby about this!” 

“Oi! I am not!” He huffs, and you can just picture him as an indignant toddler, standing with his arms folded and a deep frown set on his face. 

You hold back a laugh at the image you’ve conjured, closing the distance between the two of you. “Baby, I love you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.“You know I do.” His jaw. “Why don’t we just throw that out, hm?” You kiss his lips this time, reaching for the card and plucking it from his fingers before tossing it away from you.  

“I guess,” he grumbles as you pull away, but you can tell he’s not quite over it. 

You rest your chin against his chest, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. “You don’t believe me, gorgeous? Need me to prove it to you?” 

“Maybe,” he mumbles, and you know that you’ve brought him back from his little jealousy spiral at the mere suggestion, so you decide to make him wait for it. Just a little while.  

“More than happy to,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over the back of his hand. “Only thing is, you’re gonna have to have this picnic with me first,” you reach behind him for the blanket, “and you have to stop pouting.” You step around him, laughing as you run toward the glass door that leads to the yard.

“M’not pouting,” he lies to the empty kitchen as he grabs the rest of the food and some utensils before following you outside. 

His mood is definitely lifted, though, when he comes outside to find you seated on the blanket already, grinning widely at him and holding your arms out for him to crawl into. 

Maybe he had been just a tad bit dramatic. 

--

About half the bread is gone now, a bowl of honeyed berries and a plate full of crumbs resting on the cloth-covered grass next to you. Harry’s shifted so he’s laying down with his head resting on your soft thighs, with you carding your fingers through his short curls, just enjoying each other’s company. 

“Wait a minute,” you break the comfortable silence, a thought suddenly popping into your mind. “Other people flirt with you all the time! Sometimes right in front of me!” 

“And?” he muses, reluctantly sitting up in order to face you. 

“And! I never get jealous like that!” 

“I know. Rather insulting, if you ask me. You can get possessive, love. I certainly won’t mind it.”

[anenbylittlepotato]

After you finish your personal project, can I request headcanons for the brothers in om with an MC who, one day just goes up to them, showcase a Bob-Ross level painting to them and with a proud grin says "Praise me."

Sure thing, I can do that!

The Bros React to Artist MC Showing Them a Painting and Saying "Praise me."

Lucifer

He's sitting in his office working when you excitedly run in holding a canvas, facing you so he can't see it yet.

When he sees you, he looks up and raises an eyebrow.

"Hello, MC. Can I help you?"

You grin and turn the canvas around, it reveals a painting of a gorgeous landscape, worthy of Bob Ross himself. He's quite impressed by it.

Then you say, "Praise me," he can't help but chuckle a little.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"You want me to praise you? Alright. Good job."

He refuses to give you any more than that, just because of your audacity. Dick

Mammon

At one of the rare moments where Mammon isn't glued to you at the hip, he's sitting in his room, on his D.D.D. as he tries to work up another money-making scheme when you open the door and run over to him excitedly.

When he notices you, he glances up and grins.

"What's up, MC? Come to see the Great Mammon? Guess you can't stand to be away from me for long, can ya? Guess I can't really blame ya for that, huh?"

When you turn the canvas around to show him, he is s h o o k

How the fu-

He looks surprised when you say, "Praise me."

"Ya want me to praise ya? Well, ya did alright, I guess. But, just so ya know, I could have done better! Really! I could have! Hey, don't give me that look, MC, I'm bein' serious here!"

He continues finding mildly rude ways to praise you. And continues saying he could have done better, even though we all know he can barely draw stick figures.

Leviathan

He's in his room watching anime when you come and say the secret password to get into his room. You walk up to him excitedly, holding the canvas.

When he notices you just standing beside him and watching him, he looks up.

"Uhhh... M....C...? Did you just come in here to stand there and stare at me? Ugh, and normies call otakus weird."

When you turn the painting around to show him he's VERY impressed. Holy crap, MC!

Then, you say "Praise me," and he's shook.

"What? Do you really want a gross, yucky otaku like me to praise you? I- I mean it is really good! It's amazing, actually!"

He continues his self-deprecation spiel while still simultaneously complimenting your work. He also secretly wonders if he could get you to paint some of his favorite scenes in anime.

Satan

Satan's chilling in the library when you run up to him holding the canvas

When he notices you, he looks up and smiles at you softly.

"Oh hello, MC. What's that you've got there?"

You turn the canvas around to show him and his eyes widen slightly in surprise at the gorgeous painting.

He's jolted out of his little trance when you say, "Praise me." He can't help but laugh at that.

"You didn't strike me as the type to have an ego like that, MC. I can praise you if you want. It's a beautiful painting. You certainly did a good job."

He asks if you'd be willing to hang that up somewhere in the house so he can look at it from time to time. He really does like your painting and he certainly has an appreciation for the arts.

Asmodeus

Asmo is in his room painting his nails when you open the door and walk over to him.

He notices you when he finishes his last nail and looks up to smile at you sweetly.

"Hello, darling, how are you? Did you come to admire my beautiful face~?"

Then you turn the painting and he's very surprised- and impressed!

Then you say, "Praise me," and he giggles at your boldness.

"Aww, you are just so cute~! Do you need my validation that badly? Don't worry, darling, I would have praised you anyway! You're very talented and your painting is beautiful! Just like you- but not as beautiful as me of course!"

He continues to showers you with compliments and wonders if you could use those talents of yours to do makeup.

Beelzebub

He's busy rummaging through the fridge when you approach him holding your canvas.

He doesn't notice you until he pulls his head out of the fridge holding a tub of custard. He looks over at you, a little surprised.

"Oh. MC, I didn't see you there. Are you hungry too? Do you want to share some of this custard with me?"

When you turn the canvas around to show him, he blinks in surprise.

He opens his mouth, already about to compliment your work when you say, "Praise me." He lets out a small chuckle at that, giving you that puppy dog smile that makes your heart just melt.

"You didn't need to say that, MC, I would have praised you anyway. You did really good. You're so talented."

He then asks again if you want to share the custard and either way he'll sit down to eat. He's hungy boi.

Belphegor

Belphie's just waking from a nap in the attic when you run up to him excitedly.

He looks over at you as he stretches and yawns.

"Oh, hey, MC. I just woke up from a really great nap. You should join me next time."

When you show him your painting, he blinks a little. He didn't know you were an artist.

Then you say, "Praise me," and he just gives a lazy and shit-eating grin.

"Wow, I didn't think you were the type to beg for praise like that, MC. I mean it is pretty impressive, but now I feel inclined to do the exact opposite of what you said."

Bully >:( However, he does wonder if he could use your artistic ability to torment Lucifer. Hey, could you paint him some dumb pictures of Lucifer-

==

Haha, so fun story, the thing I wanna write is taking a lot longer than expected, so I'm just gonna go ahead and work on the requests I have. And I WON'T forget to add it to my masterlist this time.

[deansawthetvglow]

in my secret good spn dean's date robin (a boy) is waiting outside sonny's for dean and thats when john arrives asking for dean and when dean is getting out of the house with john he spots robin who is looking at him and dean just glances at him for 1 second and turns around to walk towards the car never looking back and robin's heart breaks and john sees this, hence the nun case. this is why there's more tension between them when they meet again.

oh NO Dean making eye contact, Robin holding flowers or like a fresh Zepp vinyl, dressed up because they decided they were gonna skip the school dance and do it their own way. and Robin perks up when Dean walks outside, he’s been ignoring the car that pulled up a while ago, but he thinks Dean would think it’s a beautiful car and it’s gonna be a great conversation starter. He smiles bright and big and Dean’s looking at him and oh no...Dean’s been crying. Robin reaches out a hand to him but Dean dodges it. Looks at him pointedly, jaw set, eyes too harsh for a 16 year old, and then looks away. Ahead more like it. He walks to the black car, all straight-backed and serious. He ruffles the hair of the kid who’s been playing with planes out of the window. He slides into the front seat. He doesn’t look back.

Robin never hears the seething tone Dean’s dad uses with him after they’ve been on the road for a while. Doesn’t hear Dean saying his “Yes, Sirs” and “No, Sirs.” Doesn’t hear the words Dean never got to say to him. Words he ached to say. He watches the dust settle in the wake of the car like a funeral procession. Feels Sonny’s hand settle on his shoulder and beckon him in, out of the cold. He quirks a smile, listens to Sonny tell ‘im “Dean’s real sorry. Said he didn’t want to go. Said he was lookin’ forward to a future with you.” Robin listens, tries not to let his tears fall. He accepts a mug of hot chocolate and a warm-heavy blanket on his shoulders. He’s left alone in the kitchen after a while. He doesn’t really know if he’ll ever recover, first love ‘n all that, but he’ll try. He’ll set his shoulders just like Dean would do.

That night, he tucks Physical Graffiti in next to the other albums under the communal record player. He goes about life. Graduates. Gets a degree. Gets a job. Plays music on the side. He doesn’t think about Dean, not as often as 16 year old him thought he would. And anyways, it’s probably good he’s not still with him. He’s seen his steely face on wanted posters, on tv screens, that harsh look like it’s been stuck since the night he left. Robin doesn’t think about how he coulda helped Dean go a different route, that he wouldn’t be where he is if he had stayed. And just to ensure he doesn’t think about it, he turns on the radio and drives.

It’s been years now, around 20, Dean thinks, but still, he stops by the barn, finds the letters he and Robin carved into the wood there. Puts his hand against its rough, worn siding. He talks to the kid who’s hiding there, tries not to think about when he and Robin would do the same thing. When he gets back inside the place, it’s a little too quiet. Sam’s talking to some kids in the front and Sonny’s off delegating weekend chores. He looks fondly at the record player, it’s a little dusty but it’s still standing strong. He squats down before it, flicks the albums past one by one deciding what to put on. He hits Zepp’s album. It looks familiar, not in the sense that he’s listened to this record more times than he can count, but familiar as in this exact copy. He can’t shake the feeling so he puts it on. The record player hums a moment, and when the needle softly settles on the vinyl, Dean closes his eyes. This feels like home here, in the warm hearth of a temporary safe place and ‘Custard Pie.’

Chaos erupts some moments later, they investigate, melt the poor kid’s favourite toy, gank the ghost of his mom, and he could’ve sworn it took longer than that, but the album is just starting to pick up on its tenth track. Side three, final track. (Someone must’ve been listening, changing them out.) ‘Ten Years Gone’ sinks into the room, wraps around him.

Dean remembers now. If only a flash. The album had gotten tucked between Robin’s arm and his side when he reached for him to stop. Dean frowns. Listens to the song, all 6 minutes and 33 seconds, doesn’t hear Sam leave the house, listens and sits down to look more carefully at the record sleeve. It’s on the back, but it’s clear as day. “Love you, D. -R.C.” His eyes close, he thumbs over the letters.

also it’s linked in the fic itself but inspo from @joharvele

[shadowqueen402]

Hola! Can you do a fic where Leo gets magic hiccups (due to eating a Wonderworld fruit) and the other inhabitants try to help him cure it

Teehee! Not gonna lie, the idea of Leo getting hiccups from eating something he shouldn't is hilarious. Anyways, here's the fic.

During his time in Wonderworld, Leo felt himself starting to get really hungry. He decided to go look for something to snack on. After some searching he found a bowl of a strange fruit that he had never seen before.

The fruit was in the same colors as the drops that he and Emma would feed to the Tims. Except that they were the size of mangoes. Leo took a red fruit out of the bowl and examined it. A part of him wanted to ask Balan what this fruit was.

But there was a part of him that still wanted to eat. With a shrug, Leo bit down onto the fruit and chewed onto the piece. The fruit tasted sweet, like cotton candy. And the texture resembled that of custard.

Leo felt himself savoring the fruit bite after bite. It really was such a delectable treat to have. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Tims staring at him for some reason. But he shrugged and went back to eating until he finished it all.

Leo was about to reach for another fruit when he suddenly let out a hiccup. But this hiccup...turned his skin as cyan as some of the drops. Emma came into the room. "Hey, Leo? Have you seen—," She stopped and gasped at what she was seeing. "Leo, what happened to you?"

"Huh, what do you mean?" Leo asked, turning to face her. He let out another hiccup, only for his skin to turn pink instead. Emma's shocked face didn't falter a bit. Instead, she stood as still as a statue.

"Your skin!" She said. "It was cyan, but when you hicccuped, it turned pink! Look in the mirror!" Emma pointed to a nearby mirror. Leo was confused, but he looked in the mirror as well.

To his shock, his entire body, except for his hair and eyes, was pink. "What the—!?" He asked. "How did this happen!?"

"Did you have anything before this happened?" Emma asked Leo. "Please be honest, Leo."

"Just a fruit that was in that bowl over there," Leo said. "I was getting hungry, so I helped myself to those drop-shaped fruit. I only had one, but that was it."

Emma looked at the fruit and eyed them cautiously. "Balan's never told us about these fruit," She said. "We need to find him and ask how we can get you back to normal."

Leo shrugged before following Emma out of the room. The two began to look for Balan, in desperate need of help. The Tims followed the two teens, wanting to see Balan as well.

They found Balan outside on the Isle of Tims. Atillio turned to the two and waved. "Hey, Emma," He greeted. "And... Leo, what happened to your skin?" Balan and the others turned, shock etching their faces as they saw Leo's pink skin.

Leo let out another hiccup. This time, his skin turned yellow. Only his clothes and blue eyes stood out. "Please tell me that's makeup, darling," Lucy said, growing concerned.

"It's not makeup," Emma explained. "Leo ate a fruit and suddenly, whenever he hiccups, his skin changes color."

"Would it be the fruit in the bowl that you're talking about?" Balan asked. "Hopefully, I'll be able to figure this out."

"Yes, I ate a fruit from that bowl," Leo admitted. "Was I supposed to?"

"I am afraid not, little one," Balan said, shaking his head. "Any Visitor that eats Wonderworld fruit will experience side effects which are far from fun."

"Wonderworld fruit?" Leo asked. "What's that?"

"Fruit that grows in Wonderworld all year round," Balan explained. "Even in the chapters they can be found. They're a delicacy for Tims and Negati to eat. Indeed, even Lance and I have them as a treat."

"Is there a way that we can cure him?" Cass asked Balan.

"In order for us to cure Leo of his condition," Balan said, "we must first collect the leaves of the Tim Traps as they help with nutrition."

"I have those flowers in my chapter," Haoyu said, standing up. "I'll collect some and bring them back to you." Haoyu turned around and went to his chapter.

"The second ingredient is easy to find," Balan said. "A drop of every color, ones that I must grind."

"I'm helping Yuri find some," Jose said. "Back in a bit." He and Yuri left and went to their chapters."

"And the final ingredient will help the best," Balan said. "A glass of water and a bit of rest."

"Let me get some water," Fiona said. She went to her chapter to go get water.

"Why do I have a feeling that I won't like the taste?" Leo asked. He hiccuped again and his skin turned red.

"Don't know," Eis said with a shrug of his shoulders. "But we're going to do our best to cure you."

"It's okay to be scared, Leo," Sana assured. "We're here so it will be over before you know it."

"I'm not scared," Leo pouted, crossing his arms stubbornly. He hiccuped again and his skin turned purple.

Suffice to say, when the others came back with the ingredients, Balan created the cure. He now held a vial of a sparkling purple liquid.

"That looks unappetizing," Leo said, narrowing his eyes at it. "Are you sure that it's safe?"

"It has to be," Iben said. "Taking it is the only way to get better, Leo."

Leo sighed and took the vial. When he drank the liquid in one gulp, his face was filled with disgust. "Yuck!" He said. "How can this be edible!? How can—!?" He never got to finish. Instead, he collapsed onto the ground, eyes closed.

"Is he alright?" Bruce asked, not expecting that to happen. Cal rushed over to check Leo out.

"He's fine," He said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Leo's just passed out from the liquid he drank. That's all."

"I think Leo learned his lesson," Emma said, causing the Inhabitants to nod in agreement.

And Leo did. He never ate a Wonderworld fruit again.

[starsaver94]

I saw that you were looking for requests, so how about Belphegor x Reader? Also, hi, I know I haven't been active as much lately. How've you been?

Cuddle Bug (Belphegor x Reader)

*Hello Strawberry! I'm doing fine at the moment! Sorry this took so long. College work can be a pain, LOL. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the oneshot!*

(Reader is Gender Neutral)

You knock firmly on the old, wooden door. You had made plans to have a movie night with your boyfriend Belphegor. While yes, it was true that the Avatar of Sloth held bitter feelings towards most humans, you had managed to break through his walls and win over his heart. 

You raise your hand to knock again before the door opens to reveal his twin brother and roommate, Beelzebub, standing in the doorway. 

“Hey y/n. Here to see Belph?” The Avatar of Gluttony asks. You nod your head in confirmation.

“Yeah. Is he here?” 

“Yep” Beelzebub answers “He’s upstairs right now. Do you want me to go get him for you?”

“No thanks. I can go see him myself, but thanks for the offer.” 

“Ok then.” Beelzebub runs a hand through his flame-colored hair “Anyways, you know where he is. As for me, there’s a bowl of sweet custard with my name on it. See ya!”

You don’t have time to answer before Beelzebub basically speed-walks out the door. You shrug your shoulders and begin to walk up the spiral staircase towards the attic. 

The sound of snoring could be heard as you entered Belphegor’s attic bedroom. You roll your eyes in mock annoyance, a small smile on your face. You should’ve known that Belphegor would be asleep. 

You slowly walk over to the sleeping demon, careful not to make any noise so that you won’t disturb his sleep. 

Gently, you pull the covers off of your boyfriend’s sleeping form. His dark hair was messy with multiple strands being out of place, a stream of drool flowed freely from his open mouth. He wasn’t particularly attractive in this state, but there was no denying that it was cute. To you, at least.

You stifle a laugh before lightly shaking him “Belphie. Wake up, sleepyhead.”

He lets out a tired groan as his eyes flutter open.

“Huh? Who... Whoseit?” He slurs out, making it obvious that he was still half-asleep. 

“Hey, baby. It’s me, y/n. We were going to have a movie night tonight, remember?”

He blinks in slight confusion before rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, yeah.” His mouth stretches wide into a yawn, revealing one of his sharp canines “Sorry. I fell asleep waiting for you to get here.”

“Belphie. You fall asleep no matter what you’re doing.” You playfully scold the demon, causing a tired chuckle to escape his lips.

“You have a point there, y/n.”

You roll your eyes before walking over to the DVD player that sat on top of the TV, popping the movie that you brought with you into the player. 

You climbed into the large bed, getting yourself comfortable under the covers. You could feel Belphegor shift next you, making you smile when you feel his warmth against you.

“Comfy, bug?”

Belphegor blushed when you used the nickname you gave him only a few months after the two of you started dating. Despite his red cheeks, he nods his head. 

The movie was your typical summer slasher. Although, in all honesty, you didn’t really pay that much attention to the movie. Your eyes were locked on your sleepy boyfriend, whose arms were now wrapped around your waist. His eyelids were already starting to droop, despite the fact that he just woke up from a nap not too long ago. 

Well, he wasn’t called the Avatar of Sloth for nothing.

“You falling asleep, bug?”

His sleepy violet eyes look up at you, giving you a drowsy half-smile.

“Kinda...” He mutters before snuggling against you.

“Hey, y/n?”

You hum in response.

“Why...” His question was cut off by a yawn.

You tilt your head, clearly confused “Why what?” 

“Why do you call me bug?”

You hold a finger up to your chin in thought “Well... hmm... It’s because...”

You pause as soon as you noticed that Belphegor was already asleep. A small smile grows on your face as you carefully run your hand through his hair.

“It’s because...”

“You’re my big cuddle bug.”