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sachirobabe · 2 years

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Mishaps | M. Atsumu x F!reader

Warnings: Time-skip, mentions of food poisoning, one small suggestive joke, pregnancy mention, mentions of puking, cursing⚠️

An: repost from my Wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1,712

"I can make dinner, darlin'." Atsumu suggested.

"It's fine, I can do it." You interjected as he entered the kitchen.

"Wait please! I found a recipe online, 'nd I think a can do it." He pleads.

"Mommy, I'll help daddy!" One twin walks in, rubbing his eye from slumber.

"Me too." Walked in the other.

"You two can't cook-"

"Mommy, we're this many now," Kota held up 4 fingers.

"Yeah!" Kyo joined his antics.

You pondered for a moment, your husband was not known for cooking like his brother, but he could at least do the bare minimum.

"Fine, I don't want-"

"A mess, I know, I know." Your husband chuckled and brought you closer to him.

You dismissed your children to wash their hands in the bathroom, racing to see who could make it there first.

"What will you make, Mr.chef." You joked.

"'S gonna be a surprise for 'ya." He kisses your temple. "I can watch the kids, go take a nice bath."

"Are you telling me that I smell?"

"No! No, 's not what I meant." He panics. "Go relax, I'll take care of dinner tonight. I know ya've been stressed with work." He mumbles in your hair.

"I was kidding, 'Tsumu." You chuckle. "A bath does sound nice." You hum.

He turned you to face him, he stared lovingly in your eyes with a gigantic smile on his face.

"I. Love. 'Ya." He pecks your lips in between each word, earning a fit of giggles from you.

"I love you too." You roll your eyes. "Don't burn the food." You warn.

"A never burn the food." He retorts.

"Yes you did, remember our last barbecue with Osamu?" You raised a brow.

Atsumu huffs and turns away, the twins had come back running into the kitchen, tearing the two of you apart.

"Mommy's mine!" Kota tugged your leg.

"A met 'er first." Atsumu stuck his tongue out.

"I'll be back." You kissed the twins each on their forehead.

"Where's ma kiss, baby?" You husband catches your arm just as you are about to leave.

"There." You kissed him, already earning retorts from your kids. "Don't burn down the kitchen, please."

With that, you were off upstairs, picking out another set of clothes, along with bath salts, candles, and a book for ultimate relaxation.

You sat at the edge of the tub as the warm water oozed out of the faucet, there weren't a lot of moments that you got to yourself as you became a mother.

So, you'd definitely be taking advantage of this opportunity.

"Hold 'yer horses." Atsumu plucks a wooden spoon out of Kyo's hand. "'Ya can wash these 'fer now." He places vegetables in front of the two.

They cheered and took turns on the step stool to reach the sink.

Atsumu wasn't sure where things went wrong in the recipe, but the meat did look a little weird once it was cooked.

He shrugged it off and added in the vegetables, eventually finishing it and ordered the set of twins to wash their hands once again and wait for him to get you.

You were just finishing getting dressed when Atsumu walked inside the bedroom.

"Aw, I missed the fun." He pouts.

"Oh shut up." You giggle and hit him with your towel.

"Dinner's ready! I think a redeemed ma'self." He stands proudly.

"It smells delicious." You kiss his cheek and head downstairs, finding your boys already sitting at the table.

"Ah, let me do it." Atsumu pulled your chair out for you.

"Thank you."

He set up the table and gave everyone a serving. So far, you didn't notice anything wrong, it smelled good and looked good. So, you can only imagine how good it'll taste.

"We wanna watch 'ya take a bite first." Kota jumps in his seat.

"Yeah! We did so good, mommy." Kyo joined in.

You chuckled and took a spoonful of meat and veggies.

The taste was a little off, something didn't taste right when you bit into the meat.

"Not too bad, right? A should give 'Samu a run 'fer his money." Atsumu grins.

"What's wrong mommy?" Kyo questions with a mouthful of food.

"A think it tastes good." Kota chews.

Atsumu whipped his head towards you, "Is it bad? What's wrong."

"Nothing... the vegetables taste great, but the meat tastes a little off." You scrunch your nose.

"Yeah, the meat was cookin' weird..." He trails off. "'M sorry."

"Hey, no, it's okay." You cheer him up. "I think the meat is bad, but it tastes wonderful."

"Should we jus' order takeout?" Atsumu frowns.

"Ramen!" The twins yell.

"I think so, baby." You cup his cheek. "Tomorrow you can try again, we'll get meat that isn't bad." You chuckle.

He kisses your palm and brings out his phone to order.

"Let's go in the living room!" You say and drag the little ones with you.

"Are we getting ramen?" Kyo asks.

"Yeah, a want ramen!" Kota cheers.

"Yes." You giggle and turn on the tv for them. As soon as they got distracted, you retreated to the kitchen again to check up on your husband and clean the dishes.

"No, let me." Atsumu rushed up as soon as he saw you pick up his plate.

"Baby, it's okay. You worked hard on dinner, at least let me clean up." You pinch his cheek.

"It didn't even turn out good." He sighs. "Let me clean ma mess."

"It wasn't your fault, the meat was just bad." You take the plate from him.

"I'll help 'ya then." He huffs.

The ramen arrived and all was well, the small mishap in the kitchen was forgotten as soon as bedtime came.

"Didja brush 'yer teeth?" Atsumu peeks inside the twins bathroom.

"Yes!" They both say.

"Can we get a bedtime story?" Kota asks as he goes to his bed.

"Can I pick the book?" Kyo says as he makes his way to the shelf.

"Sure, bub." He ruffled his dark hair.

You stood by the doorway after giving them their goodnight kiss, admiring your dear husband reading a story with funny voices that made the room erupt in laughter.

In the midst of the story, they easily fell asleep from their hard work of cooking.

You departed early from the doorway and brushed your teeth. Soon, Atsumu entered in and wrapped his muscular arms around you.

"Tired?" You asked.

"Not really... 'm jus' bummed." He admits.

"Don't be. Really, it came out great, too bad the meat was no good." You frown. "You can redeem yourself tomorrow."

"'Yer right, thanks darlin'." He softly smiles into your neck.

Your stomach was cramping a little before bed, but you ignored it.

The next day, you expected to wake up peacefully, hugging your husband. Instead, it was met with a stomach ache.

Worse than any other cramps you've ever gotten. You groan and let go of Atsumu, who wakes up almost immediately.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong babe?" His voice came out all raspy from waking up abruptly.

"My stomach." Is all you can mutter.

"Here, sit up, drink some water." He reaches over to the nightstand and places the water bottle in the middle of you two.

His hand caressed your back as he helped you sit up.

Immediately something didn't feel right. You felt like everything was coming up all at once, you knew this feeling all too well from being pregnant.

You pulled the hot covers off you and hurry to the bathroom, not even getting enough time to shut it behind you all the way.

"Shit." He mumbles and is now fully awake, trailing after you.

He pulled your hair back for you as you emptied last nights dinner in the toilet.

Once you finished, he helped you stand up and brush your teeth from the nasty puke.

"Are you okay?" His hands still on you. "Are you... pregnant?" A hint of excitement in his voice.

"No." You grumble. "I think I have food poisoning." You spit the toothpaste.

Atsumu has an 'aha' moment, remembering the bad meat from last night, but guilt immediately washes over him.

"'M so sorry, that was ma fault."

"It's okay. I feel a lot better now." You say, wiping your mouth and only holding Atsumu for balance as he guided you back to the bed.

You didn't even bother to go on your side, instead laying in his as he held your hand and kneeled beside the bed.

"Take small sips." He hands you the water bottle.

The door opened and revealed Kota clutching his stomach.

"Daddy, my tummy hurts." He cries.

"Mine too." Kyo followed behind him.

"Let's get you guys to the bathroom." Worry washes over Atsumu.

"No, a need ta lay down." They cry.

Atsumu made sure they weren't going to blow chunks on the bed, offering them a towel just in case.

"I'm so sorry." Atsumu kisses his sons heads.

"They didn't touch the meat much, so I think they'll just have stomach aches." You breathlessly say.

"Do 'ya need anything? A can go to the store 'nd get something. How 'bout-"

"'Tsumu, 'm okay. I feel a lot better now." You say, and weakly squeeze his hand.

He nods his head and lays in the middle of you and the kids, hugging all of you.

The twins eventually fell back asleep, their cramping lessening. He made sure you were asleep as well, you hadn't thrown up since the morning.

He quietly slipped out the room with his phone and dialed his brother. After a few rings, a groggy voice answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey, 'Samu, what d'ya give someone who threw up 'fer breakfast?" Atsumu asks casually. Too casually for Osamu's liking.

"What the hell? Are the twins okay? Who's sick?" Osamu wakes up a little more.

"No, no." Atsumu waved off as if Osamu could see him. "Y/n threw up this mornin' 'nd the kids have tummy aches."

"What happened?"

"... None of 'yer business." Atsumu huffs. Not wanting to tell his chef brother that he gave his wife and kids food poisoning.

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boliv-jenta · 9 months

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No outbreak Joel Miller x inexperienced f!reader

Dave York x inexperienced f!reader

WC:2.9k

Summary: A shift in dynamics between you and the older men you that in a choke hold leaves you with questions.

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Rimming. F!receiving oral. Mentions of adultery. Swearing. Dave York.

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Come over.

Not a question, an order. When you got there the house smelled of lavender. Joel simply took your hand in his and led you to his bathroom.

Closing the door behind the two of you, he lay his hands on your shoulders. "I thought you might need a soak. Are you sore?"

The thought of the warm bath sounded like heaven. You were sore. Sore from where he had used you to satisfy his needs. Sore from your muscles clenching in waves as your own needs were met. After you gave a little nod he helped you undress. He kneaded at each piece of new flesh exposed to him. Kissed trailers after each garment as it slid off your skin. When you were naked he got you to bend over with your hands braced on the tub. His hands spread your cheeks wide as he licked his way to your tight hole. It was another new sensation for you. Joel has given you many over the last two days. It was hard to believe it was only two days. You felt so much older. More confident. A contented sigh came out with the breath you didn't realise you were holding.

"Was that nice, Darlin'?"

"Yes, Joel."

"Then what do you say?"

"Thank you, Joel."

"See. There's my good girl. Here." He took your hand in his and gripped your waist to help you into the bathtub.

The water felt amazing. It was just the right temperature. The smell was incredibly soothing. "Lavender Epsom salts. Nothing but the best for my girl. You enjoy. There's something I gotta do real quick. Then I had some plans for you."

The shiver down your spine had nothing to do with the cold breeze that Joel leaving the bathroom let in. It was fast becoming painfully obvious that Joel's care came with strings. Although you didn't buy all his rantings about making you less of a whore. He likes the power and the control and acting like you're the dirty slut because it makes him feel superior. Dave on the other hand from what you could tell was just feral. He was an animal caught in a trap trying to gnaw his own foot off. He was stuck in his marriage for the sake of his girls. Yet he fucked around on his own doorstep. Wow. Those online intro to psychology classes were really paying off.

Joel had been gone a little while when your phone pinged. It was Dave's tone. You had to figure out what he did to your phone. Fishing it out of the pocket of your shorts, you tapped on the icon.

Missing you this morning.

It disappeared, and another notification came through. You tapped it. On the screen was a picture of Dave's cock. Hard, thick and veiny. Beads of precum gathered on the tip. As you stared at it, it disappeared.

Did you get a good enough look? Or do you need more?

Without waiting for an answer he sent a video. He was running a lube covered hand over it. Stroking lightly and swiping his fist over the head. He was clearly baiting you. For his own amusement or to get you in trouble with Joel.

I know Joel isn't there. He's left that poor, hungry pussy unattended. I could come over and take care of it.

Part of you wanted to say yes. To have Dave then have Joel punish you. What a whore he would be able to call you if he came back to see you on your knees, your mouth stuffed with Dave's cock.

No? I know what else has been neglected? Those pretty tits. I've been so caught up in that tight, wet cunt that I haven't given them enough attention. Fuck they're perfect.

Another photo. This one was of a woman's chest covered in cum. Fuck. No. It was your chest covered in cum.

Joel snapped me a pic. I would have given you more cum than that. See how heavy you get my balls.

Another video of him rolling his balls in his hands. It was his low moans that had you wet. You imagined a softer Dave, touching you with the same gentleness.

If you're not playing, I guess I better just finish myself off.

The next video made your pussy clench around nothing. Hard. It was Dave giving himself a last few rapid strokes to finish himself off. Cum shot up his toned stomach. It coated his hands. His deep groans were replaced with rapid pants. Laying back in the tub you tried to get yourself together. Your nails bit into your palms to resist the urge to touch yourself. No, you weren't playing Dave's game. Or Joel's. Or both. At this point you weren't sure who was doing what.

When Joel arrived back a few minutes later, you were almost relaxed again. "Sorry. I had to run a part over to a job…you looked flushed. Did you take care of yourself without me?"

Maybe the truth was the best way to go. "Dave sent me dirty videos but I didn't touch myself, I swear." You voice caught with the sincerity held in it.

"Oh. I believe you. You're my good girl. This water's getting cold. Let's get you out." Joel helped you out and dried you off again. He was slow and methodical. He patted you gently. When he got to your inner thigh, he saw how wet you were. "Is all this for Dave?"

Heat burned your cheeks as you realised how wet you were. Joel's hand gripping your thigh reminded you you needed to answer him. Quickly. "Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't help it. He showed me that picture of your cum on my tits. I can't believe I got you that worked up just by sleeping next to you."

A look you couldn't place flashed across Joel's face before his lips turned up in a smirk. "Let me show you."

Taking you to his bed, he had you lay down. Removing his own clothes he got on the bed next to you. His body curled around yours. There was a slight softness covering his hard muscles that you couldn't help melt into. His semi hard cock nudged your ass cheek.

"Even when you sleep, you are such a little whore that you were rubbing your ass against me. I was already hard just from the thought of you naked in my bed. Then you rubbed this…" His fingers dug into the meat of your ass. "...against me. I almost spilled my load over it. I had to jerk off to sleep. Do you have any idea what that's like? Trying to sleep with a cock this big, hard and throbbing between your legs? Especially with a tight, wet pussy inches away?" Using his grip on your ass he started to move you against him. He was fully hard in seconds.

"See how you get me? I'm a patient man. I could usually wait until morning. I could deal with an erection without touching it. I've had to often enough with so much temptation around. Seeing you in those little shorts before work. I've had to will away more semis than I can count. I bet I have more self control than you do. Here."

He rolled you onto your back before settling between your legs. His cock slid easily into your wanting hole. "I'm just going to sit inside this pussy. I bet you'll start riding it before I fuck you."

More arousal washed around his cock. "You comfy, Sweetheart? We could be here a while." And you were until Joel drifted off, head buried in your neck. The soothing weight of him along with his steady heartbeat after the relaxing both soon sent you to sleep.

Weirdly enough, it was the heat that roused you first. Or it was the first thing that you became aware of. It was under your skin and rolling over you from above. Next was the pleasure. It was already pooling in your stomach. It lined your inner walls as Joel's cock rubbed against them. His head was still buried in your neck. Hot puffs of breath tickled the hairs at the nape of it. The way he honest to goodness moaned was so sexy.

Joel had lots of sexy qualities. Those board shoulders. Thick arms and thighs. That ruggedly handsome face. Aside from his looks, how he carried himself. There was a quiet confidence about him when he wasn't rushing around trying to sort his life out. When he was in his element his competency was so alluring. That was part of how this whole thing had started. Joel had been laying on his back under the kitchen sink. His legs were bent at the knee and spread, his jeans showcasing the bulge between them. His t-shirt rolled up to give you a peek of the honeyed skin of his abs. His well built biceps strained against his grey t-shirt as he worked. The effort it took to loosen the pipes showed in his grunts. As you watched transfixed, under the guise of helping him, you couldn't help but wonder if you could make him grunt and groan.

"Give me a hand here?" He'd eventually called.

Unsure of what he wanted you froze.

"I don't bite, Darlin'. Get down here and I'll show you what I need."

Dropping down to your knees you crawled into the small space Joel made for you next to him. It was tight leaving you pressed into his side a little. The heat coming off his body was like a furnace. Later Joel commented it was more like hell fire due to the sinful thoughts he was having about you.

"Here." Joel took you hands in his and guided them to the pipe he wanted you to hold. "Hold tight now. Stay exactly where you are."

As he rolled himself up from under the sink his head narrowly missed your breasts. You wondered what his full lips would feel like pressed against them or wrapped around your nipples.

When Joel returned with the part he needed he instructed you to move your hand up out of the way. "I can't reach." Was your reply.

"Well then lean in further. I don't mind you getting closer. I don't mind it at all." The implications were masked with the charm of his southern twang.

Feeling bold, you pushed yourself closer and higher to reach. Leaving your chest almost in Joel's face. "Good girl." You could feel his words across your cleavage.

His grunts soon replaced it as he worked. The tiny amount of water trickling onto your hands was nothing compared to the trickle of arousal in your panties.

Joel sat up forcing you to, too. Raking his eyes up your body he commented, "There we go nice and tight."

The blantness of his leering had you hot all over again. If your mom hadn't chosen that exactly second to walk in you don't know what you would have done. Joel later told you he was going to teach you not to shove your tits in a man's face by pawing at that while he fucked you.

"Damn, see, I just can't resist you anymore. I woke up buried in your tight heat, knowing you were still asleep and I could do anything I wanted with you." He shuddered as he worked himself deeper. "Although I think I could pretty much do what I want while you're awake too. Couldn't I, Girlie?" His cock working inside you picked up speed. "You'd let me do all sorts of dirty things to you wouldn't you? Just to have me touch you." His thrusts lost all the precision he'd shown you. It was as if he was too lost in his thoughts to focus. "I saw how you looked at me all those months, like you wanted me, like I was worth having."

"You are worth having Joel." A simple chaste kiss to his lips had him coming with a shudder. The questions on your lips had to be swallowed as Joel's cell phone rang. Glancing over at it on the nightstand he read the I.D. "It's Carol. I better take it." He pulled out leaving your pussy twitching in frustration.

When Joel was off the phone, he explained that Sarah was sick. He and Carol figured it was part too many sweet snacks at their little getaway and part homesickness. Even though they were only thirty minutes away. Joel agreed to go pick her up a day early anyway. When he said goodbye it wasn't with an all consuming kiss or a teasing line. It was with a warm hug and a promise to call you.

Hearing your phone ring from the bathroom later that night, you assumed it was Joel so didn't rush. You could call him back. When you got back to your room, picking up your phone to do just that you saw a message from Dave.

Come to your guest room window.

Crossing from your room to the guest room you could hear your mom singing as she cooked. The smell of fresh herbs and spices filled the air. For a moment you thought about everything you would miss that you hadn't thought about in your rush to grow up and make your way in the world. The scent of the dried flowers your mom loved to keep little dishes of around tickled your nose as you entered the guest bedroom. The evening breeze rustled the curtains at the window as you approached it. The York's yard was lit up. The first thing that caught your eye was movement in the pool. Looking closer you could see Dave swimming. A second look revealed he was as naked as the day he was born. He did a few more laps on his back then came to sit on the side of the pool to pick up his cellphone. You nearly dropped your cell phone when it rang.

"Like what you see?" You could hear that handsome smirk in his voice.

"What if my mom had looked out of the window?!" You growled at him in hushed tones.

"Well she's single, right?" He laughed. "You need to loosen up a little. Joel's uprightness has rubbed off on you more than he cock has. A soak in the hot tub would help."

"I can't."

"Why? Did Joel say so?" He took your silence as an answer. "He did! Joel's on some powered trip. His wife cheated on him and left him. His daughter's growing up and doesn't need him as much. You can do whatever you want. "So the question is what do you want?" You wanted answers. Why did Joel's demeanour change earlier? You should be asking him about it, not slipping on a dress to go see your married next door neighbour in the hopes of him railing you and your other next door neighbour who was old enough to be your father finding out.

They say two wrongs don't make a right. Apparently a whole of wrong can feel so right. Dave's teeth nipped at your collarbone while his cockhead struck deep inside. His strong hands held your ass cheeks spread, the jet of warm water pummelling your tight hole. Dave hadn't spoken a word since you got there. His mouth had been too busy consuming yours. His tongue, too busy licking at yours. After he practically ripped off your clothes he lifted you around his waist to lower you both in the tub. You were barely in the water when he sheathed himself inside of you. The scream that it forced from you was caught by his lips and that was it, he'd been wordlessly fucking you relentlessly ever since. It wasn't what you expected from him. You expected dirty talk and degradation. This was almost sensual. The way he moaned. The way he read your body, giving you exactly what you need without you asking. It had you coming apart for him almost too easily. Even when you both came within moments of each other there weren't any climatic utterings of each other's names, just heavy breaths and moans.

When you both were able to stand, he helped you out of the water before passing you a towel.

"You want a drink?" Was the first thing he asked.

"I'm good. Thank you." You adjusted your dress back into place.

Pouring himself a whiskey, he leaned against the table the bottle was sat on, a towel slung dangerously low on his slim waist. He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment. "You know you shouldn't let Joel mess with your head. You're a smart young woman. Smart enough to get two grown men acting stupid over you in just a couple of months. You're going to do just fine in college but if you ever need anything you have my number." He crossed the small space between you as he spoke, he pressed his lips gently to you temple briefly before adding "Or you know, if you just want to fuck."

Heading home, with Dave's cum dripping out of you, you thought about the shift in your dynamic with the two men today. Fuck knows what it was about but with a week to go until you left for college your planned on finding out.

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talesfromlove · 2 years

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brothers' reaction to... → mc getting sick

lucifer —

a sigh and a remark of how you need to take better care of yourself but he still tries to take care of you in between work

brings you soup, tea, juice, anything you need that will help you

he asks diavolo to order some human world medicine as he isn't sure how you'll handle devildom medicine

comes in with ice packs, hot water bottles, tissues, etc.

insists you get plenty of rest

assures you that you don't have to worry about missing your classes and that diavolo also insists that you take time to get better

runs a bath for you to help soothe your aching body

he cuddles and comforts you when you ask

when you get irritable, he offers to give you space and asks if you need anything else

overall just very caring, even if he's a little stern. but he's just worried

mammon —

"you humans are so helpless, you get sick so easily"

"but don't worry, the Great Mammon will take care of ya!"

pretends he's bothered and annoyed but he's actually super worried and sad you're sick

fluffing your pillows, tucking you in tightly, feeding you himself even though you're perfectly capable

constantly asking how you're feeling

checking your temperature every 10 seconds

watches movies and cuddles with you

talks about how as your first, he deserves to take care of you

snaps at his bros if they try to bother you

he really does care and wants you to get better because he likes to see you happy and healthy

leviathan —

panics and worries about you because he's used to demon colds and not human ones so he assumes the worst until you reassure him it's nothing serious

instantly camps out in your room and brings all his anime, manga, movies and games to help distract you

looks up recipes from your favorite anime so he can make the food for you to cheer you up

has medicine, cough drops, and vitamin gummies

totally would absolutely cosplay as a nurse if you asked, but he'll be super shy and flustered about it

(nurse joy cosplay when)

satan —

looks up all sorts of remedies to see which ones help you best

also cooks for you

finds a really good tea recipe and brews it for you

sits at your bedside and lays with you

sometimes he reads to you

sneaks in a cat or two so they can cuddle with you

takes the time to ask more about the human body and wants to learn how different you are from demons

kicks anyone out of your room — especially lucifer — if they try to bug you

collects all the schoolwork you missed out on and helps you finish them so you don't fall behind

asmodeus —

immediately busts into the room with washcloths, pain killers, eye masks and nail polish

he can't cook, but he will order in your favorites

has you rest a hot towel over your eyes so they're not sore from the congestion in your sinuses

when you're not using that, he has you put on an eye mask

does your nails to comfort you

puts your hair up in a ponytail or bun so it's not in your face

absolutely runs a bath for you with his favorite soaps and bath salts

he even lets you use his bathtub

cuddles with you

helps you feel better with online shopping and telling you how cute you'd look in certain clothes

gossips with you and just tries his best to lift your spirits

beelzebub —

his immediate instinct is to bring food like everyone else, but he goes overboard and brings in loads of it

is super saddened when your appetite is smaller than usual but still helps you eat

brings you sports drinks and water

absolutely a cuddle monster. you need a crowbar to pry him off of you

worries about you but he knows you'll be okay

double checking your temperature

wraps you in a blanket burrito

watches movies and shows with you

a super sweetie who just wants you to feel better

belphegor —

drops into your bed and cuddles you

you two end up napping a lot

soothing bubble baths with more cuddling

brings you stuff if you need it

lets you use his cow pillow if you want to

always in demon form so when you cuddle, his tail wraps around your leg comfortingly

checking to make sure you're not too warm

blanket nests are a must

doesn't complain at all because it gives you the excuse to cuddle him all day

makes lucifer mad that he skips out on his responsibilities but that's a bonus for him

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hiatuswhore · 2 years

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𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 — 𝕥𝕔

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A/N: I have been struggling with writers block so I’ve been posting some works I wrote a while back but never put up. Let me know what you think. Feedbacks a good motivator! In my head I picture Shelley Hennig as Ivy, Diana Silvers as Marina, Daniel Sherman as Declan, Lili Reinhart as Mackenzie, and Camila Mendes as Bianca.

SUMMARY: Ugh, high school. Best four years of nothing. Raging mood swings and sporadic acne. All on top of balancing mean girls, douche bag guys, and cocky jocks. Best four years? Yikes image peaking in high school.

I can list several things I cannot stand. I could start with my Mom’s overbearing need to talk about her high school glory days, or my Dad’s never-ending trophies in nearly everything. My list continues for things such as romantic comedies, jean leggings, and platinum blonde hair. Do not tell Ivy about that she is one break-up away from cutting her hair and dying it blonde. I love her to pieces but she is a wildcard with a knack for trouble and a high social media following. Trust me when I say do not look at her Tik Tok. Her high following and verification coming from her looks and problematic prank videos.

“Hello? (Y/n) are you listening?” Marina asked, sitting across from me at the lunch table she types away on her laptop rambling profusely. She delicately placed flowers through her hair with half of it pinned up. She wears a cute white camisole with a beige boho cardigan that reaches the hem of her jeans. Resembling a pretty hippy, it works on her. Apologizing, I ask her to repeat herself but she only rambles about Ivy being in detention. Oddly enough Marina is on the opposite end of the continuum from Ivy. Not only the cheer captain, but one can make it a game of trying to find what club she is not a part of. Even started her own anti-bullying campaign. “So you’re not listening?”

“I’m sorry Mina. I didn’t get much sleep last night because somebody was busy practicing his guitar at all hours of the night.” I groan looking over at the guy’s table. It was a mixture of faces in the masses. No set groups at their table, the mix of guys come from all sports teams and clubs. At the center of the table sits Timmy laughing at something. You know those people you grew up with when you were little but now they just annoy the shit out of you. Yeah, that’s Chalamet, as cliche, as it is the perfect-haired idiot, is my neighbor. We grew up next to each other, yes there is a picture of us bathing together as kids. It is the bane of my existence. Yes, we are still friends but more so a down low thing. Him being the soccer goalie made him this big deal and me being virtually no one makes our friendship odd at school.

“I ordered our homecoming tickets online,” Opening my mouth to protest she quickly shrugs me off. “You have to come, it'll be no fun without you.”

“You’ll both have dates. What am I going to do? Just linger awkwardly?” Biting into my cold fry it lacks salt making me want to spit it out. Marina closes her laptop and turns to her salad she brought from home.

“Ivy and I could find you a date,” Though I have every intention of saying no I miss my opportunity as Mackenzie and Bianca sit next to us. In their cheering uniforms, they wear it every day like it is a badge of honor. It screams pick-me but everyone does pick them so the behavior is enabled.

“Hey, Marina, where's Ivy?” Mackenzie asks, scooting to the side allowing her some space both she and Bianca fail to spare me a single glance. I can see on Marina’s face that she has no interest in talking to either of them but she plants a warm smile on her face. Despite her distaste for the two most clueless people on the planet that is what I love about Marina, she is kind to everyone.

“In detention for calling Coach Hoffman an asshole,” The laugh that leaves my lips contrast the two girls’ wide eyes.

“Anyways we came over with invites for you and Ivy. Party at my place tonight. My parents are out of town.” Bianca’s raven black hair is straightened to perfection. She shuffles through her Michael Kors purse before pulling out two envelopes. Marina looks at me as she thinks it over in her head.

“Ivy will kill us both if we turned this down so yeah we’ll all be there,” For the first time since they sat at the table their eyes drift to me. I smile sheepishly as they look me up and down. Mackenzie grits her teeth as she smiles at me.

“That’s the thing (Y/n) you need an actual invite to get in and I only have a certain amount. I’ll let you know if anything changes,” I am no idiot, I know she is lying, the faux smile and honey tone holds more poison than anything.

“Problem solved.” Handing me half of her invite I bite back a laugh as Marina rips it in half. Both Bianca and Mackenzie feign chuckles as they excuse themselves leaving the two of us to watch them purposely walk by the guys’ table. Marina shakes her as she turns back to her salad. “Those two are something else.”

“I’ll catch you later I have a photography club meeting,” I say and Marina only smiles before going onto her phone. Unlike Bianca and Mackenzie, I actually have to pass the guy’s table to walk over to the dish return. It is okay though because none of them even turn from their conversations except one pair of eyes. Timothee’s lips pull into a smirk before he shoots me a wink. Smiling sarcastically I flipped him off before continuing on.

Mrs. Klotz wastes no time diving into the agenda for the following weeks. Since I arrive a few minutes late it leaves me with the bottom of the barrel for what event to cover. Of course, there is only one event that no one wants to do, the homecoming dance. As the meetings adjourned I wait for everyone to leave the room, the meeting was brief, and yet so much was covered.

“Mrs. Klotz please don’t make me cover the homecoming dance. I don’t even want to go.” I say, closing the club binder she places it in her desk before resting her hands on the desk. She wears glasses that frame her face with her auburn hair, all the guys like to creep on her due to her being fresh out of college.

“I thought it’d be perfect for you (Y/n). I even saw you purchased a ticket,” Mrs. Klotz explains as her eyebrows pull together slightly she tilts her head to the side. I mirror her expression before I remember what Marina had said.

“No, that was Marina. I’m pretty sure what she is attempting is entrapment,” I say, sitting on the edge of the desk behind me I watch as Mrs. Klotz frowns.

“Well, first that is detention for Miss Monroe. The online ticketing policy states students cannot buy tickets for other students,” My stomach flips for a moment as I realize what I have done.

“Did I say Marina sorry I get those two mixed up. It was Ivy who ordered the tickets,” Knowing Ivy would not care as she has been in detention more than she has ever been in class. None of this matters as Mrs. Klotz only apologizes before writing Ivy up and telling me there is no one else who can do it. “I assume you can give this detention slip to Miss Porter.”

In the hallway, I stop as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Ivy sent a text in the group chat telling us to meet her in the computer lab. Walking through the halls my arms fall at my side like dead limbs as I sulk through the corridors. It smells like sweat and pizza from the cafeteria and every couple of lockers is a candy wrapper or abandoned worksheet. Whoever the hell said high school was the best four years of your life, lied. In the computer lab, both Marina and Ivy are already there. Ivy is wearing a tube top with a denim jacket and legging. She is breaking the dress code as usual but it is getting to a point where the faculty do not even care what she wears. I am almost certain Ivy could show up in a bikini and no one would be fazed. Handing her the detention slip her eyebrows pull together.

“Wait what did I do this time?” She asks, explaining the situation she laughs at me before turning to Marina, “Since I am now the sacrificial lamb I would love to talk about that super cute sheer tank top you refuse to let me wear.”

“You get to wear it once then it goes back in my closet,” Marina says, rolling her eyes at the extortion. I look to Ivy asking why she summoned both of us to the computer lab but she only shrugs saying she got bored. There are still ten minutes to spare before the warning bell goes off. Marina hands Ivy the invite to the party and the two giggle amongst themselves about it but I only groan.

“Wait, this is a perfect time to figure out a date for (Y/n) for homecoming. How about Jack Ribas?” Marina says, looking through her Instagram followers as the short boy came to mind I can remember he was my chemistry partner.

“Tiny hands,” I cannot fight the grimace on my face as Ivy laughs before going on her Instagram. The real answer being his ex-girlfriend, she rarely speaks and I am sure she is the reason he has not dated in over a year.

“What about Mark Warshaw?” Ivy asked, earning a nudge from Marina as she is clearly not taking it seriously.

“He smells terrible. Come on,” I say, leaning back in my seat this only furthers how much I do not want to go to homecoming. Marina continues looking through her phone and I cannot say I do not appreciate her wanting to help.

“Terrance Avecedo?” As the name left her lips I could not help but stare at her with eyes I can only imagine appeared crazed.

“You mean my cousin? Dude,” I say as Marina apologizes profusely there is one guy I would not absolutely hate the idea of going with. Just my luck he and a few of his buddies walk by the computer lab. Declan Knight, once again it’s super cliche but he’s the football quarterback and captain. Timothee found it more than hilarious my crush on the 6’2 curly-haired beau.

“Hey, Ivy. Hey, Marina,” He says, popping his head into the computer lab and they both say hey Declan at the same time before he turns to me. “Hey, (Y/n).”

The feeling of panic rushes every inch of me as I force out a chuckle before breathlessly saying, “Hey.”

“Real smooth,” Fortunately Ivy says this as Declan is already continuing on wherever he is walking toward. Marina once again nudges Ivy as I put my head down groaning loudly.

“I am going to my locker. Please leave me to sulk about my day in peace.” I say and I hear Marina yell love you, saying it back I do not turn around. Everyone is in the hallways always playing it dangerously close to the late bell. At my locker, I can see Timothee walking toward my locker.

“Double-A.” He says, looking at me with his usual shit-eating grin, I frown as we rarely speak in school.

“Timmy. Shouldn’t you be ducking behind something to talk to me here?” He only chuckles. Girls would kill for him to walk up to the locker and chat yet I would pay him right now to walk away from me. Only wearing a simple long sleeve shirt, jeans, and converse he is still somehow a hot commodity at school.

“Funny. Also what the hell were you watching last night. It gave me soft porn vibes but very cinematic,” He asks and I shift on the balls of my feet as his grin widens. So I decided to watch that movie 365 on Netflix which was one of the cringest things I have ever seen.

“Spying on me much?” But once again I earn a laugh before he says that I should close my curtains more often. “Maybe don’t look in my window.”

“Noted. Where��s your girls at?” He asks scanning the hall for Marina and Ivy I close my locker. Crossing my arms I look at him asking who wants to know but the smirk on his lips reappears. “The only man in your life. No, your Dad does not count. So that leaves me, you are very welcome.”

“I can assure my love. You would not be in my life even if you were the only man on the planet.” I said, watching as he places his hand over his heart feigning pain. He wastes no time in quoting Marina’s anti-bullying campaign motto, Spread the Love. “Shut up jackass.”

“Timothee,” Mackenzie says and the high pitch of her voice makes me grimace as I look away. She pulls him into a kiss that lasts a couple of seconds longer than needed. The two are the most indecisive couple I have ever seen. I’ll break it down like this, today is Wednesday. Monday they were dating, Tuesday they were not, today is a big question mark and tomorrow is still a coin toss. This does not stop Timmy from being a total whore when they are broken up. I’m pretty sure Mackenzie still does not know Timothee hooked up with Bianca. I narrow my eyes as Mackenzie looks at me as she kisses Timothee. The urge to promise her I have no interest in the mop-headed idiot is strong but instead, I just stand there.

“Hey still here,” Placing my hands in my pocket I look down at the tiles as Mackenzie pulls back.

“Gosh, (Y/n) I am so sorry. Since when were you friends with my ex-boyfriend?” She asks, smiling kindly but it is clearly fake. I have no intention of outing our lifelong friendship but I have no time to even say anything before Timothee chimes in.

“We’re not just asking for some notes. What does it matter anyway?” Timothee asks, looking at Mackenzie who gives him a doe-eyed pout. Gagging as she pulls him into another kiss.

“I know you miss me.” She says before stalking off and I cannot help but now smirk at him.

“Healthy thing you got going there,” I say but he rolls his eyes before walking down the hall away from me. The rest of the day feels uneventful, the girls and I agree to meet at my house to get ready for the party. Which translates to them already ready and helping me insisting on staying home.

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flayote · 1 year

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do you have a full tutorial on the steps from green pelt to tanned? I'm just starting out and don't want to do the wrong steps in the wrong order, i think it's flesh, salt, soapy/water/degreaser, pickle, rinse, alum/salt, tanning oil, break pelt. Is this right?

i did write a tutorial for the book vulture culture 101 by Lupa, but i don't currently have a full tutorial anywhere online. i am working on writing out my tanning process to update/replace the writeup i lost when i deleted my facebook page though so hopefully i'll have that done soonish

i recommend using either rittels or trubond tanning products, and you can find instructions/tutorials for rittels here, and trubond here

the process you have there isn't quite right. degreasing comes after pickling and shaving/detail fleshing, it should be neutralizing rather than rinsing after the pickle, and alum is not necessary (it's not really a tan, it's referred to as a taw. it's more like a pickle that can act similarly to a tanning agent at a certain pH but it does not have a permanent bond to the skin like a true tan does, so it can "wash out"). the proper procedure, if you're using a brush on tan such as trubond 1000B for example, goes like this: flesh, salt, rehydrate/rinse, pickle at least 3 days, shave/detail flesh, degrease bath, back in pickle at least overnight, neutralize with baking soda soak, wash, apply tanning solution, dry and break. the neutralizing, tanning, and oiling steps can differ a bit depending on the tan, like if you're using a submersible tan such as rittel's EZ-100 or trubond's permatan. some submersibles require neutralizing before the tan and others require it afterward (the instructions will tell you), and there is the additional oiling step after the tanning bath if you're not using a brush on tan where the softening oil is already in the solution. but otherwise, all the steps before neutralizing are the same for pretty much any good synthetic tan

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fantastichems · 7 months

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amythystraine · 1 year

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Florida Water

Does anyone need a recipe to make their own Florida Water? Yes?… Well, here it is:

Two cups of vodka or any alcohol of your preference Two tablespoon of orange flower water 6 drops of essential oil of bergamot 6 drops of essential oil of rosemary 6 drops of essential oil of lavender 6 drops of essential oil of rose attar 3 drops of essential oil of sage 2 drops of essential oil of neroli

Mix all of these ingredients together and let it sit for a couple days. Note that you can adjust any of the essential oils, strength-wise, to attain a scent that is to your liking.

If there’s anyone reading this who doesn’t know what Florida Water is used for, it’s mainly for cleansing and protection, but there are other uses I’m going to list below. There is a company who produces a marketable brand of Florida Water, and you can find them online easy. (So I’m going to be lazy and not go searching for it right now.)

Here’s a list of uses for you, but that’s not saying that some of you might not think of a few new ways to use Florida Water:

1. Cleanse your house by adding salt and Florida Water to a bucket of water and mop the floors. 2. Cleanse your magical items and crystals with a cloth and Florida Water. 3. Cleanse your altar and your magical space before casting a circle. 4. Provide it as a thank you gift to the deities or energies you’re working with. 5. Use it in your bath by adding a few drops in the water to cleanse your aura and rejuvenate the senses. 6. Put Florida Water in your palms and clap them to raise vibrations and to give you a quick energy boost. 7. It can be used in your rooms for a Happy Home and to combat melancholy and depression. 8. Florida Water can replace Holy water in magical practices and rituals. 9. Add Florida Water and Van Van oil together in order to attract better clientele. 10. Use it to dress candles for magical spells and rituals for Protection, Communication with Spirits, Cleansing and Breaking Hexes, and to remove malevolent magic. 11. Add a few drops to a bottle of ink and use it to empower your written petitions.

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archangelsteel · 1 year

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Maintenance of High-Carbon Steel Blades

ARCHANGEL STEEL - HIGH CARBON STEEL, WOOD, AND LEATHER CARE

Please, don’t store your sword in the sheath over any kind of long term period. The sheath is meant for transport, handling, and wearing, rather than storage, as sheaths can hold moisture near the steel and cause rusting. A great strategy is to hang your sword collection on your walls as art. That’s what we do.

Your sword is made of high-carbon steel, heat treat hardened in the salt bath method. Thus, it is fabulous at holding an edge and has great durability but needs to be cared for properly. You should oil your blade monthly and/or after each use and handling, especially if your fingers (skin oils/acids) have touched the steel.

We use a liquid, food grade, penetrative oil in the workshop, but we also use PB Blaster in our armory and shipping area. Try to avoid getting a lot of PB Blaster on the leather of the handle.

Whenever you use or wear your sword or finger marks have been left on it, the steel should be gently rubbed down with oil. Finger oils and acidity on high carbon steel makes it more vulnerable to oxidation in those places that were touched.

There are special oils, such as Hanwei Sword Oil, which is a great choice for oiling your blades, but if you have 3-in-1 Oil, machine/sewing machine oil, or gun oil, those will work. You can even use mineral oil, if you’re in a pinch. If you have nothing else at hand, you can use WD40, but I would get a better product for long-term care of your high-carbon blades. Basically, you want to use a product that will leave a thin, penetrative, protective barrier to prevent rusting. WD40 evaporates pretty rapidly, so it is not an ideal solution for long-term protection.

The British Museum developed a product, specifically for protecting their artifacts, called Renaissance Wax. It is affordable and easily ordered on Amazon or many other online stores. The wonderful thing about this product is that it was developed to care for and to preserve wood, leather, marble, paintings, and metals. :) Thus, you can safely use it on both the steel and the leather wrapped handle. If I were to choose my favorite product for maintaining our art for long-term storage, I would opt for Renaissance Wax. Use it sparingly all over your sword, including the handle, and hang it on your wall. Depending upon the humidity in your air, a very thin coating will create a barrier between your high carbon steel and the air that should last a few months. Get in the habit of reapplying a bit more often during very humid seasons.

Do be careful to not make your grip slippery with a coating though. Use any leather oil, such as the Renaissance Wax or neatsfoot oil, sparingly on the sword handle. I would note though, that most people wear leather gloves when using swords, because they help protect the hands and give better grip.

Also, please be aware that conditioning leather tends to darken it, however, by the time you've received a weapon from us, the handle has typically already been oiled at least once.

All of that said, I also want to caution you to be very careful when cleaning your sharp blades. I wear gloves when cleaning and handling the swords. This also helps me avoid getting my hand oils on the blades. Thick leather or some other cut-resistant glove material works well.

Oh, and one last thing...when I am taking photos of the swords, I clean and oil them first and I use a lint-free cloth to wipe the excess oil off. Inexpensive lint-free rags can be very commonly found in the automotive section at Meijer, AutoZone, or any other chain or local hardware/automotive store.

I’m going to add yet another “last thing”…While Archangel steel weapons are very strong, except for our flat munitions blades, Christian doesn’t create them for the purpose of chopping logs and other hard impacts with dense wooden objects. As weaponry, his art was designed to cut through steel plate armor and flesh. They weren’t meant to be backyard tools. Let us know if you intend to do yard chores with them and we can add extra welds to help them take the abuse.

Please don't hesitate to reach out to us if you have any questions. We can be reached via our website, our Etsy store, or any of the major social media networks where we have accounts, and we are very quick to respond. The links for all of them are at the bottom of each of the pages on our website.

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