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Thunder cracked outside as the rain pounded down on my apartment window. I took a glance at my watch. 7pm...it said it would be here by now...I guess the lighting was too much of a-. A knock cut my thoughts off.
Could it be…my love?
I quickly ran up to the door and hurriedly opened it.
And there it was.
The broom, in all its beauty and glory.
Laying face down on the floor like the sexy little long-handled brush of bristles it is.
“You came for me? In this weather?” I bent down and put my hand on its hot, sturdy handle. “Oh broomy~” I looked over its long, t h i c c, body of a godex. Noticing that it had its good stickers on, even-. “And you even wore the heart sticker? Oh you handsome little devil!”
I picked it up carefully, its desirable, alluring body lying lifelessly in my arms. Closing the door behind me, I set it down on the couch and went back to prepare its meal. Opening the cabinet I took out Alex and a box of scooby doo fruit snacks and walked back out to the living room.
“Do I really have to do this?” Alex whispered over to me.
“Do you want the Arthur Kingsman (msa)x reader or not?” I smiled back.
Alex sighed as they sat in front of the broom. “I am a great and amazing person. Wow, I love my writing and art.”
I looked over at the broom as it vibrated with power, it seemed to have gotten it’s fill of positivity for the day. Or was it the air conditioning turning on?
Tilting forward, the broom fell face first into my lips, and gave me a deep juicy kiss. Going in so pationally- it slid off and face planted on the floor.
“Oh broomy how romantic ~!” I exclaimed. Quickly glancing over at Alex “Let's take this to the car.”
I quickly ran over to the closet and pulled out an umbrella, grabbing broom romantically by the neck and walking out to the car with its tender, tantalizing body in the palm of my hand.
Getting into the vehicle, I turned on the car and backed out of the parking lot. Like the little sexy courageous daring broom it is, it didn’t put a seat belt on, clearly the superior being in this car. Showing it’s dominance over me by taking initiative and crashing its face into the car screen, skipping past the music I already had on in the background to careless whispers, showing how caring and romantic it is.
Finally we had pulled into our destination, the most romantic place of them all, the only place deserving of someone as great and powerful as the broom, Chuckie E. Cheese.