#Mindful dessert enjoyment

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Maintaining Health During Christmas

Enjoying Christmas Without Overeating: A Health Guide Christmas is a joyous time filled with festive gatherings, delicious treats, and hearty meals. While it’s tempting to indulge, it’s essential to strike a balance and prioritize your health. In this guide, we’ll explore ways to enjoy the holiday season without overeating. Mindful Eating 1. Savour Each Bite Take the time to enjoy and savour each…

[milksnake-tea]

━━ fear not the road untaken .

Sunday hadn't spent long with the Stellaron Hunters before boarding the Express, but the memories he'd made with them were priceless. One quiet day in the Express's cabin, while reflecting on his experiences with the Hunters, you appear to visit him.

astral express!sunday x gn!stellaronhunter!reader

contains: sunday used to be a stellaron hunter, teasing, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE WRITTEN SO FAR, SUNDAY IS DOWN BADDDD AS HE DESERVES TO BE BITES FIST I MISSED THIS SO BADDDDD, not established relationship sunday just has a massive crush on you

word count: 2.06k

a/n: happy drip marketing yall. you all get a sunday fluff piece. as a treat. also yes i am completely and totally sane. (THIS IS THE MOST SELF INDULGENT FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN I AM SO SORRY GUYS)

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“Sunday, we’re going out to Belobog for a bit. Wanna come with?”

Heeled boots still in the midst of a step. Feather-like hair shifts and tousles as he turns his head. At the invitation, gold melts, sapphires glitter, and a gentle smile warms his lips.

March is a blessing, he thinks. She is bubbly, kind, and always manages to light up whatever room she steps into - in that regard, she is not too unlike his beloved sister. Although her ability to plan ahead leaves much room for improvement, he cannot deny that it was her presence that made his transition into a Nameless much easier than it would’ve been.

Although, truthfully, he’d expected more resistance from her - out of everyone, she seemed to be the most traumatized by the Charmony Festival Disaster, and she also had more of a distaste for Stellaron Hunters than the others. But surprisingly, she’d come around to him, and welcomed him into the Express with open arms - and a lot of food. He swears, every time she’s come back from a trip, it’s another sweet or drink shoved into his arms - not that he’s complaining, though.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he begins, then rests a hand over his chest as a reflex. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse. The last expedition has left me rather exhausted - and as you know, I don’t fare well in cold weather.”

Dan Heng nods in understanding. He’s never been a man of many words, and for that Sunday appreciates him. He rather likes straight-forward people, who aren’t afraid to say their mind - perhaps that’s why he’s grown to adore both the Express and the Hunters so much.

“Is there anything you want us to bring back?” pipes up the Trailblazer, dog-like eyes shining as they lean over March. “Like, sweets or whatever?”

Sunday bites back a chuckle. Somehow, word had gotten around that Sunday had quite the sweet tooth. He doesn’t know who started it or how they found out (he has his suspicions on March), but ever since the trio has been dragging him around to various planets and encouraging him to try the local desserts.

He wonders if he’s gotten cavities yet. He hopes not.

Maybe he should check again, at a later time.

“That Rye Bread Iceberg you brought last time was rather enjoyable. I’d like to try it again.”

March and the Trailblazer brighten at his words. “Okay, on it!”

Dan Heng only hums his acknowledgement before turning to leave the parlor car. “Let’s go,” he advises the others. “You know Seele doesn’t like to wait.”

Sunday has never personally met this Seele (the Trailblazer describes her as a crass but kind-hearted warrior), but her fury is enough to whip both March and the Trailblazer into shape. It isn’t long before the trio is waving him goodbye as they descend into the frozen planet, and he also bids them farewell.

And then it is just him, and the conductor.

A small sigh leaves him as he sits down on one of the many couches. He wasn’t lying when he said he was exhausted. Fighting - or any physical activity, for that matter - isn’t exactly his strong suit. Even during his time with the Hunters, he’d stayed behind the front lines, acting as a pseudo Kafka with his carefully crafted words and tuning abilities.

That’s one of the few things about the Hunters that he prefers over the Express - they didn’t force him to hike through deserts and jungles and mountains and Xipe knows what else. All they did was throw him off a skyscraper in the name of the script (he’s pretty sure Elio just wanted to see if he’d actually fly or not).

Sunday blinks, realizing just what had just passed through his mind. Then he sighs with a smile, leaning back into the red plush of the couches.

Only a few months since his fall, and he’s already beginning to think as weirdly as the rest of them.

“Sunday, are you alright?”

Sunday glances down to see the conductor waddling by his feet.

Pom Pom is… strange, no doubt - for whatever reason, Dan Heng fears them and has advised Sunday to not anger them at all costs. Their past is shrouded in mystery, but Sunday finds himself drawn to the conductor. Perhaps living most of his life in a fever dream like Penacony has warped his perception of what is normal and what is not.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He shifts on the couch to make room, but the conductor shakes their head.

“Are you sure? Pom Pom saw you laughing to yourself,” they fret, tapping their nubby hands together anxiously. “Have you been sleeping enough?”

Sunday crosses one leg over the other, and rests his hands over his knee. “If you’re concerned about my transition from Penacony to reality, be at ease. The Hunters have practically beat a proper sleep schedule into me.”

Pom Pom yelps in shock. “B-Beat?! They beat you?”

“Not literally,” Sunday hastes, instinctively reaching out a hand to calm the conductor. “It was more akin to… ominously threatening checkups. Although, there was this one time-”

He sees the look on Pom Pom’s face, and decides to stop it there. He fears they might break out sobbing if he continues.

“Nevertheless, rest assured that I am sleeping at an appropriate time,” he finishes reassuringly. His practiced smile pays off as the conductor gradually calms down, albeit worry about the Hunters’ methods still lingers.

“Alright, if you say so, Sunday.” They look around uneasily. “Do you want anything to drink?”

Sunday waves his hands hastily. “No, I am alright, thank you-”

“He’ll have some tea.”

Pom Pom jumps with a shriek and Sunday’s wings puff up. A familiar laugh ghosts his ear, and immediately Sunday’s face brightens.

“What- What are you doing here?!” Pom Pom quickly hides behind one of Sunday’s slender legs, hugging it like a lifeline. Sunday places a hand on their head to calm them as he turns to the hologram with a warm smile.

“At ease, conductor, they’re a friend.”

Your holographic form glitches in and out of reality. There’s a thin blue filter over your appearance, but other than that, everything is the same as he remembers.

“Hey, angel,” you coo, leaning your elbow on his shoulder as you sit besides him. Its weight is not the same as it would be in reality, but the presence is enough - a small, barely noticeable tingle that has his heart fluttering and his wings following in suit. “How’s life as Nameless? Do you miss us yet?”

Sunday laughs gently. “It has only been two weeks since I left the Hunters. I’m afraid I haven’t had the time to miss you all.”

You pout playfully, sticking out your tongue.Even though parts of you chip away and reappear, and your form isn’t stable, Sunday can’t help but be as captivated by you as he was when he was still among the Hunters’ ranks. Where the projection fails, his tinted memory fills in.

“Silver Wolf misses you, although I doubt she’d actually say it,” you say, taking a lock of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “Has she visited you yet?”

Sunday stutters a bit before weakly batting your finger away with his wing. “No, I’m afraid she hasn’t.”

“Hm.” You smile at his attempt to brush you off. Letting go of his hair, you instead opt to tug lightly at his cheek, earning a squeak from the Halovian. “That’s weird. Maybe she was too shy to speak up.”

“I-” Sunday rubs his cheek when you finally let go. Embarrassingly, his wings jump to shield his face, an unfortunate reflex he’d yet to curb. “I suppose she was…”

He hears you hum, and he lifts a wing to peek at you. His cheeks feel hot - no, that’s an understatement, the entirety of his body feels as if he’s in a fireplace.

“Give her my regards,” he finally breathes out, thanking the Aeons for his training in keeping his composure. Sure, it ultimately fails whenever he looks at you, but at least he’s able to fix himself quickly enough… or at least, he hopes that’s what it looks like.

“You didn’t answer my question though.” Propping your elbow on his shoulder again, you rest your cheek in your palm. “How’s the Nameless life treating you?”

“It’s chaotic,” Sunday admits with a fond sigh. He relaxes into the couch once more, feeling himself sink into the plush. Briefly, he’s tempted to lean his head on your shoulder, but given that you’re a holograph, he holds himself back. “But it’s fun. The Nameless have been kind, and the planets I’ve visited… It’s nice, to see the universe as someone other than a wanted criminal.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

Sunday would apologize, but considering that it’s you he’s talking to, he doesn’t feel the need to. After all, you’ve said worse to him, and him to you.

“You know what I mean,” he chuckles. “To be honest, though, the Express and the Hunters aren’t so different.”

He hears Pom Pom squawk indignantly, and again he ruffles their fur to calm them. Turning ever so slightly to your hologram, he gazes at you with adoration and fondness swelling his heart.

“To the both of you, I am forever grateful. If it weren’t for your kindness, I’d be rotting away in an alley somewhere. I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

All distaste for the Hunters fades from Pom Pom as they giggle bashfully. “Aw, Sunday… You don’t have to thank us. We were just doing what the Nameless do.”

You nod in agreement, reaching through his wing and poking his cheek again. “Conductor’s right. No need for thanks, birdie.”

“Still-” Sunday makes a sound like a startled bird as you poke his cheek harder, squishing it against the rest of his face. Underneath his coat, his primary wings strain with the urge to flutter and twitch, while his secondary wings are held back by sheer willpower. The only sign that they want to flap so badly is with the tiniest of tremors.

“None of that,” you chide him gently, tapping him lightly on the plush of his lips. “We’re just glad you’re happy - right, bunny?”

“Who’re you calling bunny?!” Pom Pom protests, steam puffing out of their head while steam threatens to escape Sunday’s face for completely different reasons.

Before you can reply, however, your form begins to glitch out, flickering in and out of reality at a higher frequency. With an annoyed click of your tongue, you stand up.

“Looks like Silver Wolf isn’t happy,” you comment, brushing off imaginary dust from your clothes. Taking one step so that you’re fully in front of Sunday, you lean in so that your projected nose barely brushes against his. “I have to get going now. You have my number, so text me if you need anything, okay? Or if you want to catch me up with your travels, you can always call me.”

Sunday’s voice feels lodged in his throat. With a subtle gulp, his Adam’s Apple bobbing ever so slightly, he manages to speak with an even voice.

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice almost a whimper. He wants to explode.

You smile fondly, and duck in to peck at the corner of his lips. The buzzing of your holograph morphs into electrifying lightning, surging into his veins, puffing up his feathers and making all of his hairs stand up and sending his already tapping heart into a frenzy. His body freezes into a statue, and all coherent thoughts melt away into a haze that is both ecstatic and shocked.

By the time you pull away, his wings are flapping erratically and his entire body is dyed in a rosey red. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, but all words die on his tongue and he is left blabbering like a fool.

You laugh again, eyes crinkling so beautifully he swears he’s ascended.

“If that’s how you react, I wonder how cute you’ll be when it’s the real deal.”

And then you’re gone, vanishing like a sweet dream in a flurry of pixels, leaving Sunday there to dazedly touch his lips, and then where you’d kissed him.

And then he smiles, giddily, and his halo practically glows as soft, love-stricken giggles begin to leave him.

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[tpwk-formula1]

Oscar piastri.

Gluten-free but can I put a slight change if you don't mind other kind of rivals with him being McLaren's driver and yn be in Ferrari's strategist they're rivals but they're also kind of friends.

red sauce

Prosciutto

anchovies

burata

Cheddar cheese

Dr. Pepper

Diet Coke

Mountain Dew with the reader being a sub

And yes to dessert

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten-free rivals red sauce rough sex proscuitto "I love making this pretty pussy squirt" anchovies "How are you already drenched" burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" cheddar cheese “cumming for me already? Such a meedy slut” dr pepper dirty talk diet coke recording kink mt dew dom/sub dessert yes served by Oscar Piastri

Oscar x Ferrari engineer! reader

TW - more sweet than rough, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, Oscar and Y/N are literally so in love with each other

WC 1800+

Y/N POV

"Piastri, are you color blind? You're in the red zone not papaya," I state while walking away from Carlos's car and heading to Charles's to make sure his wheel was connecting to my tablet and his helmet was connecting to the radio.

"I was hoping I could speak with you," Oscar tells me softly making me shake my head.

"Find me after the race." I state not even looking up from my tablet.

"Fine," Oscar says which has me looking up to watch as he walks away towards the exit.

"You and the young one?" I hear Fred ask behind me. I whip my body around and give Fred a sheepish look while blushes softly.

"I'm not sure what's going on between us," I admit softly watching as the smile spreads across his face.

"I've only heard good things from everyone about him," Fred says nodding his head making me smile softly and continue working.

Oscar and I had a strange relationship. We work for different teams which make us natural rivals but on a deeper level Oscar was a friend, a good friend, a friend I occasionally share a bed with. It all started professional but as time passed we started playing jump rope on the edge. Started with small kisses on the cheek, to his hands wandering a bit when he would hug me to eventually full sending it and going home with him one night.

The sex between Oscar and I is by far the best sex I have ever experienced. He knew how to be just rough enough to still be extremely enjoyable.

As the day wrapped up I check my phone to find a text from Oscar telling me to meet him at his hotel when I'm done for the day. When I'm finally all done after the race I leave the paddock and instantly make my way to Oscar's hotel room not even worried about changing out of my Ferrari uniform.

"I would say you look beautiful but you're in Ferrari Red," Oscar jokes when he opens the door after I knocked.

"Well hello to you too Oscar," I tease while pushing him in slightly so I could come into the room. Oscar just smiles down at me before pulling me in for a hug and placing a soft kiss on my lips,

"You wanted to talk remember," I tease making Oscar groan softly.

"Yes, but now I want you," Oscar mumbles against my lips and tries to pull me in closer but I resist and pull back.

"No, we talk first," I tell him softly making him take my hand into his and lead my to the couch.

"Truthfully I realized that not being able to see you before I get into the car ahead of a race I get anxious. I think I need you in more ways than just my bed at the end of the day," Oscar admits softly making me smile.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say but I know I like you and I want you in more ways than just in my bed too," I admit softly watching a smile spread across his face.

"We'll move slow, but I want to give us a real chance," Oscar tells me making me smile and nod my head.

"I would like that," I admit while pulling Oscar in for a kiss and climbing into his lap.

"Fuck, you're insatiable," Oscar groans against my lips when I start grinding down into his lap feeling his cock starting to grow against my clothed core.

"Gotta get you out of this shit," Oscar groans while pulling my shirt up and off my body before he starts up with me still in his arms and takes me to the bed where he yanks my pants down leaving me in my bra and thong while Oscar is still fully dressed.

I feel Oscar's mouth start trailing kisses down my neck before he separated and pulls his shirt off letting my eyes rack over his bare torso.

"Look so good Osc," I mumble while rubbing my hands on his shoulders.

"Fuck please let me take some pictures of you like this," Oscar groans when he finally focuses on my body under him.

"Only for your eyes though," I tell him softly. Oscar just nods before leaning down and placing a few kisses on my lips while grabbing his phone from his pant pocket.

He angles the phone above me and snaps a few pictures before putting the phone near my head and leaning back down to start trailing his mouth down to my pussy where he almost instantly sucks my clit into his mouth making me moan out loudly at the feeling.

"How are you already drenched," Oscar groans against my pussy making me whimper and moan rather loudly.

"Fuck Osc," I moan while gripping into his hair with one of my hands and grabbing his phone and taking a few pictures of Oscar between my thighs before switching to a video and videoing a few seconds of him eating me out before I put his phone back down and completely enjoy the feeling.

I could feel myself growing close to my orgasm and Oscar must sense it too because he speeds up his actions slightly helping bring me over the edge in a massive orgasm.

“Cumming for me already? Such a needy slut,” Oscar groans out while I'm a shaking mess under him. He helps me ride my first orgasm out but doesn't slow down when I start cumming down.

"Too much," I whine when I feel the overstimulation start to take over.

"You can take it," Oscar groans while speeding up his fingers fucking right on my G-spot bringing me closer to another orgasm.

"Fuck Oscar," I moan rather loudly when I feel him bring his other hand down to my clit. I pick up his phone again and start filming Oscar fingering me to another orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," I moan out softly which has Oscar looking up at me and noticing the camera for the first time.

"Fuck, I'm gonna rewatch that video daily," Oscar groans while speeding up his fingers on my G-spot throwing me over the edge into another orgasm and squirting all over Oscar.

With my back arched and eyes close I do my best to angle to phone correctly but being so overhwlemed in pleasure I'm not entirely sure what I'm filiming.

"Fuck Oscar!" I scream when I finally catch my breath after cumming for the past 30 seconds or so.

"I love making this pretty pussy squirt," Oscar groans while slowing his fingers slightly letting me turn off the video again and put his phone down.

"Can't believe I did that," I say through labored breathing still not fully recovered from such an intense orgasm.

"I need you to fuck me now please," I gasp when Oscar just teases my pussy softly with his fingers.

"I need to see that at least one more time," Oscar groans as he speeds up his fingers hitting my G-spot at an impossibly fast speed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant when I feel my third orgasm of the night starting to build. I bring a free hand down to my clit and start rubbing small circles on my abused clit throwing me into another squirting orgasm almost instantly.

"Fuck, so hot," Oscar grunts while I'm still squirting my pleasure all over the place while screaming too overwhelmed to do anything but shake around Oscar's fingers.

"Fuck, Oscar that was so good," I whisper not trusting my voice in the moment.

"How many was that? three... I think you can give me another," Oscar states while sitting up and finally pulling his pants off and giving me his dick.

"Fuck, I'm so sentiive right now Oscar," I whimper just seeing his large throbbing dick hanging between his thighs.

"You can take it," Oscar states while pushing into me and thrusting instantly giving me no time to adjust to his rather large size.

"Oh fuck," I moan when I feel Oscar hitting all my sweet spots with his dick.

"Fuck, you look so pretty when you take my cock," Oscar grunts while speeding up his thrusts helping build the orgasm I'm already feeling.

"Fuck! Stretches so good," I moan while I feel Oscar's pubes tickle my clit every time he pushes in making the pleasure more intenze.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long," Oscar grunts making my clench around him to watch as his face morphs do to the added pleasure.

"Fuck," Oscar grunts as his thrusts falter slightly before he sends one final thrust deep into my pussy making me cum the second I feel his hot cum start to paint the gummy walls of my pussy.

"Fuck," Oscar and I moan at the same time feeling the waves of our orgasms continuously wash over us. Oscar rocks his hips to make sure to ride our orgasms out before he slips out softly leaning down to grab his discarded shirt and cleaning me off the best as possible.

"We can sleep in my room tonight, I know I kinda soaked your sheets," I tell him softly while he's wiping himself down.

"Ya, we can do that. Just wanna relax for a few minutes before we get up," Oscar tells me making me smile and nod while opening my arms waiting for Oscar to join me for a cuddle. Oscar slowly lays down in my arms putting most of his weight on me.

"Pass me my phone please, wanna see you cumming all over my face," Oscar mumbles against my skin making me laugh softly and grab the phone that had been next to my head.

When Oscar opens his phone he groans when he realizes I had filmed more than just when I squirted all over his face.

"Fuck, I was so lost in the pleasure I didn't even noticed you had grabbed the phone again," Oscar whispers over the sound of us fucking. I just smile and lean down to pull him in for a kiss.

"I thought you would enjoy them on weekends I'm too busy to spend anytime with you," I tell him softly making him smile and pull me in tighter.

"I'll make sure we can at least sneak a couple minutes before a race so you can get a good luck kiss," I tell Oscar softly knowing that's always the real reason he comes into the Ferrari garage.

"Good, I want that," Oscar tells me with a small smile.

"Oh! Fred is in full support of us," I saw making Oscar look at me with a raised brow.

"He saw you in the garage and said "you and the young one?" and then told me how he had only heard good things about you, which is his way of saying I picked a good one," I explain softly making Oscar's face grow slightly read at the praise from a rival.

"I can't help but agree. I did pick a pretty good one," I add while leaning down and pulling Oscar back in for a kiss.

"Alright lets get you dressed and head to your room," Oscar says after a few minutes of us just chatting.

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Healthy Habits To Look & Feel Your Best Without Restriction or Unrealistic Routines

Realistic ways to maintain a healthy life/body/appearance (size and weight are all personal, not the most important metric – for certain). No diet culture or delulu-land tips here.

What I've done to maintain my 30-pound weight loss for over a decade, glowing clear skin (no pimples or discoloration, etc.), and super healthy, full & shiny hair, still living life and enjoying it – the mindful way.

Eat home-cooked meals & (plant-based) whole foods – 90-95% of the time

Incorporate at least 1 salad into my daily routine (either a large, hearty lunch salad or a simple green salad as a starter with dinner)

Include at least 1 fruit/vegetable in every meal or snack

Never restrict food groups – whole grains/potatoes, healthy fats, protein-rich plant foods, and produce are all essential to consume every day

Focus on meals, but have whole food snack options on hand to enjoy if genuinely hungry (mainly fruit, lupini beans, edamame, carrots/celery/cucumber with hummus, plain popcorn, handful of almonds/cashews)

Have breakfast after one coffee (before a second) and have dinner late enough (8-9:30 pm) to curb late-night hunger

Only have fruit and tea after dinner; Always stop consuming food at least 3 hours before bed for better sleep/digestion

Order whatever I want when going out to eat, but split dessert

Have at least one indulgent meal/dessert per week

No sugary cocktails – wine, champagne/prosecco, martinis, gin & tonic, margarita, French Connection, Sambuca, Grappa, tequila on the rocks, etc. are great options. Bellinis/fruit plus wine/spirits cocktails are a good middle ground. Sugary drinks worsen the hangover – big-time

Perceive healthy eating as a form of enjoyment, creativity, and nourishment, not restriction or deprivation (it's not if done liberally enough)

Consume a vitamin B12 and vitamin D supplement daily. Keep digestive enzymes on hand for when they're necessary

Always have a large glass of water first thing in the morning (before coffee) and by my side all day long

No soda, juices, sugary drinks, etc. Black coffee, tea, and water only on the daily – wine and no-sugar alcoholic drinks on rare occasions. Smoothies can be a great snack or breakfast, though!

Incorporate an (almost) daily walk into my schedule as a form of exercise and a mental health reset (I aim for 4-5 miles/10Kish steps per day on average)

Do short, low-impact strengthen training exercises 3x a week (15-30 mins each usually) for bone health & toning

Never forcing myself to do strenuous exercise/workout formally in a gym – it's not for me; it doesn't make me feel/look better and throws my hunger & energy levels way off. To each their own, though

Have a variety of playlists ready to go for waking up, working, dancing, walking/workouts, doing chores, and reading/relaxing

Internalizing that sexual health is a core aspect of your health & well-being – on all counts

Maintaining a simple skincare routine 2x per week with high-quality products and a couple of weekly treatments

Prioritizing my body care routine with as much as my facial skincare routine

Wearing at least SPF 30 daily

Exfoliating 2-3x per week

Learning what hair products work for my hair type; Using a deep conditioning mask and a scalp mask weekly

Using only cold water when washing my hair

Incorporating face & body massages into my weekly at-home routine

Using Uriage lip balm, hand cream, and deodorant religiously

Flossing 1-2 times a day/using an electric toothbrush

[temis-de-leon]

Southern gn!MC spoils the brothers with their cooking

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Beel (x reader, separately. Non established relationship, but there's a hint of romantic interest)

Main Masterlist

Anon request: Can I get a southern gn!MC that loves to spoil the brothers with their cooking? Low and slow BBQ, TexMex, Cajun cuisine, they make it all and they do so amazingly

A/N: mind you, I'm not even american

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They’re all used to fast food and globally-liked dishes; Mammon’s favourite food is noodles, Levi’s is pizza and Beel’s is a cheeseburger, after all. The rest prefer desserts, so the only brother who deviates to something slightly different is Belphie, but even sushi is widely known and shared in all the realms.

Being as old as they are, yours is a cuisine they’ve already tried, but it obviously didn’t stick. Perhaps it was due to flavour being lost in culture differences or Devildom cooks using other ingredients to follow the recipes, or maybe there was a whole different reason.

Whichever it was, they all had to forget it when you started living with them.

It quickly became clear that not only you preferred certain foods and spices, but you also cooked them to perfection.

Buttery seafood and tender meat that fall apart in their mouths and sauces that leave them gasping for fresh air; other dishes are tamer and fresher, but no less flavourful.

Although they thoroughly savour everything you put on their table, it inevitably comes the day when they feel the need to discuss the idea of asking you for some variety in their private group chat, unaware of your ability to read those messages.

Imagine their surprise when they gather for dinner at the House of Lamentation that same day and a whole feast is waiting for their enjoyment.

It’s a gift of appreciation, you say, a way to show your love for them.

How could they ask for anything different after that?

Lucifer

His heart warms at the idea of being taken care of and he won’t have any problem showing this sentiment as long as you both are alone.

While he compliments your talent and thanks your efforts along with his brothers in the dining room, Lucifer won’t ever let them see the way his smirk turns into an adoring smile whenever you enter his office with a tray full of plates.

Skipping family meals isn’t something he’s keen on doing, but spending time just with you almost makes him change his mind.

On days when he’s unable to finish paperwork on time, what gives him the energy to keep going is the knowledge that, once you finish dinner with his brothers, you’ll prepare an obscene amount of food so he won’t go to bed hungry.

He will wait for your foot to knock on the door, hands too occupied to do the job, and he will quickly preen himself before opening the door, gaze softening in anticipation.

He invites you to sit with him while he eats and he puts quite the effort in asking how you learnt to cook like this. Does your upbringing have anything to do with it? Did someone teach you or is it a self-taught skill?

While he shows great interest in the food, he hopes you realize that the spice isn’t what’s making him blush so much.

Mammon

Being insulted by his brothers is a common occurrence in his life, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. Some words cut deeper than others and, on certain occasions when he’s already feeling down, they even take his hunger away.

It’s late at night when you hear noises coming from the kitchen and Beel’s is the first face that crosses your mind, so you tiredly get up and prepare yourself to stop the elder twin before he eats the leftovers.

To your surprise, what peaks over the fridge door isn’t strands of red hair, but white.

Although Mammon’s figure is covered by shadows, you can see his sombre expression thanks to the light inside the fridge; reddened eyes searching for something to settle his rumbling stomach.

Your actions are moved by instinct.

There’s no way of making your presence known without scaring him, but at least you can share a couple of awkward chuckles after he shrieks like a banshee. He tries to play it cool and turns around to hide his embarrassment, so you both take the chance and also ignore the sadness in his frown.

He watches as you take a couple of containers with different food and prepare dinner again, this time just for him. It’s healing, kind of, witnessing someone putting so much work and effort into making him feel better.

You’re sleepy, your speech is slurred and your movements are slow, but you are also making sure his food looks somewhat presentable and appetizing. You reheat it and stop the microwave before it bleeps and you’re smiling at him the whole time.

Half-serious and half-joking, he makes you swear you will only do this for him from now on.

Cooking when it’s your turn and enjoying what you do in the kitchen is one thing, but going out of your way to feed him?

That’s something you’d only do for your First Man!

Beel

He would thank you out loud, but he’s too busy crying tears of joy.

His expectations aren’t set at any point when you cook for the first time since he has already eaten everything in existence and even more, so the moment he starts to chew the first mouthful his mind goes blank for a moment.

In mere seconds his eyes darken and he sets his elbows on the table to prepare himself.

There’s no way anyone is getting seconds.

Although Mammon is the one in charge of your safety, your cooking makes bonding with Beel way easier and faster.

You are more than happy to satiate his hunger, wishing to show your affection through your skill and flattered by his immense appreciation, so the kitchen becomes a sacred place for you both.

He stares at you intensely with focused eyes and drool filling his mouth, anticipating the texture and flavour of every ingredient you are stirring and flipping in the pots and pans.

Conversations are short and simple, but you are unable to blame him.

There’s no need to talk anyway when he smiles at you like that each time you turn around and feed him scraps and samples to satiate his sin while you’re cooking.

Over time, even when every corner of the house smells like charcoal, spice and a little bit of sweetness underneath, his stomach stops feeling as empty as before.

He won’t ever reject anything you put in front of him, especially when you talk so lovingly with eyes so bright, but he will find that, as days come and go, his need for more focuses on something entirely different.

.

.

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[honeytonedhottie]

giving urself princess treatment⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

princess treatment feels AMAZING when ur receiving it from others, but when ur receiving princess treatment from yourself, the feeling that u get from it is unmatched. no one can love u better then u can love you ✨

YOUR SPACE ;

turn ur space into your own palace. keep fresh flowers in ur room and keep ur space clean and tidy. surround urself with beautiful things for a beautiful mind.

light sweet smelling candles, invest in ur space bcuz we spend a lot of time in our bedrooms so turn that into a sanctuary.

NEVER SAY NO TO DESSERT ;

i dont like the term "guilty pleasures" because why should we feel guilt for things that bring us pleasure? like having ur cute drink of the day or having extra dessert? let yourself indulge in what u love. everything in moderation ofc but dont deny yourself something like that. you're a princess.

cute pastries

fruit with honey

rich teas and milks

indulge in sweet treats like fruits with honey, or frosted cupcakes with sprinkles. stay sweet~

INTENTION AND DESIGNATION ;

have a designated space where u do _ activity. or have a designated cup that u drink ur favorite tea in. putting intention into the things that u do helps u feel like a princess.

also have intention with the things that u say and the things that u continuously think every single day bcuz as we all know "our thoughts manifest"

have good posture

say ur affirmations

use sweet smelling lotions and perfumes on your body, intentionally sleep 8 hours a night and have a designated time for a nap bcuz a princess needs her beauty sleep.

"I DESERVE IT" MENTALITY ;

you deserve that new dress that u want. you deserve whatever ur manifesting. YOU DESERVE IT. you deserve everything good in your life and dont believe anything or anyone who tells you different. when you think of what you deserve you should only think of the best.

with that being said dont deny yourself your desires especially if u have the ability to give it to yourself (which u do)

remember how deserving you are of the good things in life. you deserve to feel the sun on ur skin, you deserve to be loved by yourself, you deserve to take a bubble bath.

LISTEN TO BEAUTIFUL CLASSICAL PIECES ;

listen to classical music or better yet, pick up an instrument that seems magical to you. maybe learn to play your favorite pieces on the piano, or learn how to play the harp.

ATTITUDE ;

offer your help when u have the capacity to do so, give out compliments and smile at people. be nice!! helping others when u can is a beautiful thing that a princess would do.

know that you are a princess and move accordingly. since u know that u deserve the best dont settle for anything less then the best. be willing to walk away from whats considered the "norm" for something better.

BE WILLING TO GO THE EXTRA MILE ;

be willing to do the extra things in order to make ur life easier or more enjoyable in the near/far future. have your own back!! when ur willing to go the extra mile, you'll reap more. bcuz ur not mediocre ✨

[miumura]

NOT THE TYPE ⌇K. SUNOO

( 🌐 ) SYNOPSIS > Sunoo was never the type to feel awkward around you, so you couldn’t quite understand why he was acting this way. If only you knew how he was just as bewildered as you were. He’s not the type to ever develop romantic feelings for his friends, but now he finds himself questioning how he felt about you. 

PAIRING best-friend!sunoo x fem!reader GENRE fluff, oblivious to love (?), friends to lovers WARNINGS none, just flustered sunoo <3 FEATURING jake from enhypen WORD COUNT 1.3K+ ( 1360 words )

SOPH'S NOTE > thought of this while listening to our by boynextdoor ^^ i needed to write more for sunoo and i think this idea suited him well <3 i think this is one of my faves lwk!!

“Are you okay, Sunoo?” you asked with concern, slowing your pace to get a better look at his face. Sunoo was rarely this quiet, especially during your walks back home. Normally, he'd have plenty to say—whether it was about the stray cat that always avoided his attempts to pet it or the latest dessert that was released from his favorite place. His unusual silence and lack of his usual cheerful chatter was a sign that something was off.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied softly, glancing at you. He chuckled lightly at your confused expression, pressing his thumb gently against your glabella to smooth out your furrowed brows. “Stop making that face, you’ll get wrinkles.”

You relaxed your expression but remained skeptical as he smiled, attempting to convince you that he was merely zoning out. Despite his efforts, the slight pout on his lips betrayed him—it was a telltale sign that something was weighing on his mind. While it wasn't uncommon for him to make that face, he had been doing it much more frequently, especially when he was with you. You knew Sunoo was lying.

Sunoo was never one to lie, especially not to you.

He knew you had been more worried about him lately, always quick to catch his mood shifts. Sunoo never realized how transparent his feelings were through his facial expressions, but you always seemed to know. It was as if he were an open book, filled with endless plot twists that you still tried to keep up with, continuing to read despite the confusion. He hated leaving you in the dark about his feelings, especially since you constantly reminded him that you were there for him.

But this was different.

Would you still be there for him if he told you that he likes you?

He had never been conflicted about his feelings, and he probably wouldn’t have been if Jake hadn’t planted that stupid idea in his head. Ever since Jake asked whether he saw you in a different light—more than a friend—Sunoo couldn’t stop thinking about it. Despite constantly telling himself and others that he simply saw you as a close friend, he couldn’t help but doubt himself. He always brushed it off, but today, that question lingered endlessly in his mind.

What does he really think about you?

He wanted to finally answer the question that kept haunting him. So, he analyzed his feelings around you, trying to see if they were different from usual. When he arrived at your house to walk with you, he felt the familiar comfort of your presence. It wasn’t an unusual feeling, as Sunoo had always felt at ease with you. Although he tried to be cautious, he soon found himself naturally moving closer to you as you walked, thinking nothing of it.

Talking with you was always enjoyable, discussing things you both liked. He often caught himself pausing more than usual, trying to discern if his happiness meant something more. He was pretty sure you noticed too, given the curious looks you’d been giving him since he picked you up. Sunoo also thought he was acting strangely, so he decided to push the thoughts away.

Jake’s question was stupid anyway.

Naturally, he returned to his usual self as you both continued to chat while waiting for your orders. He found himself attentively listening to you, his eyes tracing your facial expressions. He watched the way your eyes creased when you smiled and how the corners of your lips tugged upward, making him smile too.

You were pretty.

Did he view you in a different light, more than a friend? That question popped up again when he found himself gazing into your eyes, leaving him momentarily shocked. He quickly looked away, feeling his face heat up as he tried to focus elsewhere. Sunoo tried to convince himself that he was just “caught up in the moment,” but his rapidly beating heart was betraying his words. He had never been so immersed in someone before, and now he realized the kind of look he’d always been giving you.

The way he never missed an opportunity to hang out with you, the way his smiles and laughs seemed more genuine and frequent around you, and the way he admired you without even realizing it—how could he have been so blind?

Coming to this realization and finally answering the question he’d been avoiding might have done more harm than good. Sunoo found himself increasingly wary of his actions, trying hard to hide his feelings around you.

But he was failing miserably.

He couldn’t even maintain eye contact with you for more than ten seconds without feeling nervous and worrying about a blush creeping onto his face. Instead, he was talking to you while only looking at his food, which he found to be quite rude himself. He wished he could have remained oblivious, but now he had to learn how to keep his composure.

Yet, he wasn’t sure if he could manage that, especially when his breath hitched every time your arm brushed against his. Simple tasks like walking you home became challenging as his thoughts clouded his mind. He always did it, but now his feelings made it difficult for him to think straight.

“Sunoo, we are here,” you finally broke the silence. As Sunoo’s thoughts swirled, he suddenly realized he was standing in front of your house. The familiar setting broke through his haze of confusion, and he blinked, momentarily disoriented. He had been so lost in his feelings and his struggle to keep himself composed that he hadn’t noticed the quiet walk from the cafe to your doorstep.

“Oh, yeah,” He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. He shifted nervously, his mind racing with what he wanted to say but couldn’t quite muster. “I’m sorry if I was too out of it today.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him with a soft smile, one that felt different from the various looks you’d given him throughout the day. “Everyone has their days.”

Even though you had noticed he was off, you never wanted to bombard him with your worries. You respected his personal space, never wanting to intrude, especially if it seemed like he wasn’t ready to share. Sunoo would have been upset if a friend acted that way towards him, but you never seemed to get frustrated with him. His heart continued to race, and he found himself softening at your words, touched by your understanding and patience.

“Just know I’m always here if you want to talk about it, okay?” you said, looking into his eyes with a serious yet comforting expression.

Sunoo nodded quickly, his gaze darting away from yours again. He could hear you chuckle softly as your footsteps moved closer to your door. As you reached for the handle, Sunoo’s eyes lingered on you, feeling a mix of frustration and relief.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said, giving a quick, awkward wave. You turned to face him with a small, understanding smile and waved back. Once you closed the door, Sunoo felt a wave of relief wash over him, but it was quickly overshadowed by his anxiety.

He turned away from your house, his steps hurried as he made his way back down the path. Now that he was alone, he finally had the space to confront the thoughts he had been desperately trying to avoid. As he replayed the evening in his mind, he was coming to terms with his feelings.

He had always liked you, and it was a different kind of “like” compared to others. He had never recognized it because he was always with you, making it easy to overlook.

It’s because he always had you.

That realization hit him hard, and he felt a surge of regret for how he’d acted today. Once he arrived home, his hands flew to cover his face as he sank against a nearby wall, muffling a frustrated scream into his palms. His face burned with embarrassment, and he was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions.

Even now, he still couldn’t believe it.

He truly did fall for his best friend.

💬 : flustered!enha 😈

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[bloomzone]

GLOW UP DIARY#6 : ROMANTICIZING YOUR LIFE

"Another day ahead, don't wanna leave the bed you're looking at the mirror, see the tears covered in redI know that you've been cold this whole time but now I'm here to make it end"

-straykids (track : youtiful)

hi blossoms it's been so long since I posted. . . 🥹 miss you... Anyway I want to inform that I opened my study motivation/daily life account follow me there if u want ! ( @bloom-diary )

’-Finding Beauty in the Ordinary

© bloomzone

🍒: Boring days can feel endless and uninspiring, but they hold the potential for something special. By shifting your perspective, you can uncover the magic hidden in the mundane. Embrace the challenge of transforming those dull moments into opportunities for joy and creativity. Together, we'll explore simple ways to romanticize your daily life, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. Remember, even the most uneventful days can become cherished memories with the right mindset. Let's make every day a little more magical!

#6.HOW TO ROMANTICIZING EVERYDAY LIFE

u can take your journey of romanticizing life to the next level embracing meaningful practices that can transform your everyday experiences into moments of joy and inspiration(remember that no matter how life get bad u can start again:) ). Start by creating rituals that bring calm and intention to your daily routine—whether it’s a peaceful morning routine or a relaxing evening wind-down. Allow yourself to explore new places and embark on mini-adventures to break free from routine and discover the beauty around you. Connect with your creativity through personal projects and let your imagination flourish. Remember, nourishing your well-being with mindful eating and enjoyable activities can elevate your mood and bring satisfaction. Embrace the changing seasons by celebrating them with special activities and fresh décor. Build a cozy personal sanctuary where you can reflect and recharge, and deepen your connections with others through meaningful gatherings. Practice gratitude regularly, and seek out beauty in both the big and small moments of life. Embrace these practices with an open heart, knowing that each effort you make will enrich your life and help you find joy in the ordinary.

FIND BEAUTY IN THE SMALL THINGS :

Romanticizing life involves finding beauty and joy in the everyday moments. Here’s a guide to help you embrace this mindset:

# 1.Slow Down and Be Present

- Mindfulness: Practice mindfulness by paying attention to the present moment without judgment.

- Savor Daily Routines:Turn mundane tasks into rituals. For example, enjoy making your morning coffee or tea,make ur bed in the morning..

# 2.Create a Cozy Atmosphere

- Decorate Your Space: Add personal touches to your living space, like lights, plants, or cozy blankets it will give u motivation to have a productive day

- Ambient Lighting: Use candles or soft lighting to create a warm and inviting environment

# 3.Indulge in Simple Pleasures

- Nature Walks: Take walks in nature, paying attention to the sights, sounds, and smells.

- Reading: Find a cozy spot to read books that inspire and transport you.

- Enjoy a Homemade Dessert: Bake cookies, brownies, or a cake and savor each bite try new recipes

# 4.Cultivate a Sense of Wonder

- Explore: Visit new places, even if they are in your local area.

- Learn: Pick up a new hobby or skill that excites you new languages....

# 5.Embrace Your Senses

- Music: Create playlists that uplift or calm you.

- Creating a Sensory Jar: Fill a jar with items like sea shells, dried flowers, or colored sand for a visual and tactile experience or just memories from break days..

# 6.Practice Gratitude

- Journaling: Keep a gratitude journal to note down things you’re thankful for each day.

- Appreciation: Take time to appreciate the little things, like a beautiful sunset or a delicious meal.

# 7. Dress for Joy

- Wear What You Love: Dress in clothes that make you feel good, even if you’re not going anywhere special. (Ikr wasting a good outfit in a boring day is suck 😔)

- Accessorize: Use accessories that add a touch of elegance or fun to your outfits.

#8. Nurture Relationships

- Quality Time: Spend meaningful time with friends and family.

- Thoughtful Gestures: Show appreciation through small, thoughtful gestures.

#9. Celebrate Yourself

- Self-Care: Regularly engage in self-care activities that rejuvenate you.

- Achievements: Celebrate your achievements, no matter how small.

# 10. Capture Memories

- Photography: Take photos of moments that make you happy.

- Scrapbooking: Create a scrapbook or digital album to look back on fond memories.

─ㅤ⊹ㅤ𓈒 May this guide inspire you to see the beauty in your daily life and cherish every moment.

© bloomzone

[aayakashii]

violence sometimes might be the answer

Lyca defenders UNITE!!!

Warning: a bit of violence 🤫 this isn't proof-read yet so pls forgive the occasional typo or grammar flounder lol also it can definitely be read as platonic too, you're just very protective of your werewolf 😔

"We have to go! We have to go! Come on, hurry up!" Lyca tugged you and Subaru by the hands, forcing the both of you to trot clumsily behind him while he dragged you towards the cafeteria.

"Lyca, calm down!" Subaru chastised him, but made no actual effort to stop him on his tracks and neither did you. In fact, all you did was laugh.

Lyca had been talking about that day the entire week – the cafeteria was having pudding as dessert, and he desperately wanted to try it. He even made you and Subaru promise not to eat at Sho's food truck because he didn't want to go all alone to the cafeteria to try it.

And knowing how prejudiced most students were, you two agreed and promised you'd keep him company (and between you and Subaru, you also promised to keep him safe).

Thus, he dragged you to the crowded cafeteria and excitedly waited in line, all just to try that pudding. You could only hope it was going to live up to his hype.

Par for the course, you were very much aware of the looks and whispers of the students surrounding you. Luckily, Lyca seemed to be able to keep it all as background noise most of the time, but you still had a hard time keeping quiet whenever some stuck up elite student curled their lips in disgust as they looked at Lyca.

Subaru fidgeted on his spot, also painfully conscious of the awful comments made towards his friend. That was one of the many reasons why he preferred to eat at the terrace – less people, less judgment. But how could he, or you, deny a request like that from someone who spent such a large portion of his life away from the simple enjoyments of life? Lyca just wanted to eat pudding. How could that be so bad?

As the line moved forward, Lyca began to worry. There were just a few little cups left and too many people around him.

He bounced on his heels, laser focused on how many people were grabbing the dessert he wanted. A relieved smile spread onto his face when it was finally his turn to order his food and there was still one pudding cup left.

As he reached for it, however, a pale hand swatted him away and snatched the cup before him.

“Frostheim students have priority over lowly monsters.” a man said, cutting the line in front of Lyca, and staring him down in disdain with a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

Lyca glared at him, clenching his fists, and his mouth opened to retort, when he suddenly remembered you were standing just a few steps away.

Rui's voice echoed into his mind. “If you cause troubles, it won't bring problems just for you, but for the Honor Student as well! You don't want that, do you?”

And Lyca didn't want that.

Instead, he closed his mouth and unclenched his fist, looking down at his feet and breathing deeply, until he felt like he wouldn't rip the student's throat apart.

The student huffed in contempt and walked away, maneuvering towards his seat.

Behind him, you felt your face burning. Your eyes were trained on Lyca's hunched back before you and you barely registered Subaru muttering curses under his breath. All you could feel was searing hot rage. It bubbled in your stomach and spilled down your guts, drenching your insides in vengeful anger.

You did not notice when you began walking purposefully towards the student. All you knew is that you were seeing red.

You were deaf to the sounds of Subaru calling your name and blind to Kaito and Luca waving at you as you passed by (and their confused faces when you ignored them).

In retrospect, you probably have never felt that much rage before. Not when Taiga strapped you to his torture chair, not when Leo shit talked you at the end of your mission with Vagastrom, not when Romeo yelled at you for whatever stupid reason. None of that could hold a candle to the fury that seeped through your pores at that moment.

You realized, as you stomped loudly towards the Frostheim student, that you could excuse the awful treatment towards you, but you drew the line on anyone harming Lyca.

"Excuse me" you tapped the man on the shoulder. He wasn't much taller than you, which worked wonderfully for what you wanted to do.

"What do you want?" He turned around and narrowed his eyes at you, clearly annoyed that you interrupted his way to his table.

From then on, it all went by quite quickly.

You grabbed his cup, filled to the brim with grape juice and threw it on his face without missing a beat. As he blinked away the sticky liquid, sputtering, you picked up the pudding cup and placed it unceremoniously on the table beside you – you would give it to Lyca after you were done with the asshole.

"What do you think you're doing, bitch?! Are you crazy?!" the student yelled, but instead of answering, you flipped the plate of spaghetti he had picked up onto his face, pushing hard, until he almost lost balance. The plate crashed on the ground beside his feet and he tried to avoid stepping on it while noodles ran down his face, hair and uniform, obstructing his vision.

You quickly snatched the tray away from his hand, throwing it far behind you, barely registering where it landed. You pushed him down with even more force.

The man finally fell hard onto the ground with a loud thud, yelling as his hand was pierced by one of the plate's broken pieces. You stepped over him, leaning down to pull him closer to your face by his necktie. He coughed, bringing his arms towards his face, trying to shield himself from you.

"Listen here. You act like an asshole towards Lyca one more fucking time. And I will kill you. Do you understand?" You murmured through gritted teeth, eyes wide and nose flared up. The student whimpered under you, eyes shut in fear and blood dripping down his hand.

"Do you fucking understand?! Answer me!" You shook him, yelling, and he mumbled apologies incoherently.

You opened your mouth again to yell, when a pair of hands grabbed you by the shoulders and began pulling you away from the man.

"That's enough! Enough!”

Behind you, Luca shook you in order to snap you out of your rage-induced trance.

You inhaled sharply, blinking fast, and let go of the student's tie, letting him fall down again with another harsh thud. You felt your senses come back to you as you turned around and saw Luca and Kaito staring at you, horrified. A few steps further, Subaru and Lyca were also standing, watching your meltdown with something akin to bewilderment on their faces.

"Let's get out of here, quick." Luca began pulling you by the hand while Kaito almost ripped his own hair out in concern. You nodded mindlessly, stepping away from the man that was moaning in pain behind you.

Before you could leave the cafeteria and run away from all the prying eyes that were locked onto you, you looked to your side and snatched the pudding you had stolen from the boy. You were going to give it to Lyca.

"What on earth did you think you were doing?!"

After running as fast as your legs could take you, you stopped near your dorm's entrance, with Luca, Kaito, Subaru and Lyca beside you. Luca was giving you a disapproving glare that almost made you regret your attack. Almost.

You breathed deeply, trying to calm down your racing heart before answering.

"He bullied Lyca." you told Luca with a determined look on your face.

That seemed to have caught Luca off guard.

“We-well! But even so!” He stuttered, trying to explain his point “You're the Honor Student, you can't do this type of thing!”

You looked away, feeling the burn on the palm of the hand that grasped the student's tie. Adrenaline sure was a crazy thing. In a normal setting, you'd never be able to lift someone's weight like that with just one hand.

“I know. I'm not sorry though.” You muttered.

“...” Luca stared at you, grimacing.

“I know what I did was wrong.” You continued “But I'm not sorry! If Lyca can't defend himself because these assholes will whine and cry to their daddies at the littlest threat, then I will defend him.” you pointed to yourself and sustained Luca's gaze, unwilling to change your mind.

Beside you, Lyca scrunched his eyebrows and looked at his feet, a red blush tinting his face. Subaru tried hiding a grin behind his hand, doing his best not to escalate the situation.

“I- I understand where you're coming from, but... the Academy will probably punish you, you know?” Kaito added “Bu-but I totally get your point! Those guys are jerks!”

You shrugged, carelessly.

“I'll talk to the Chancellor or something. I don't know. I don't care! I'm sick of these people!” you raised your voice again and they flinched.

What were they going to do? Kill you? Lock you up? Wow big deal, you'd just be hurrying up the process since that's what they'd do anyway if you weren't cured. If you were going to suffer sooner or later, you'd like to at least defend your friend before that.

“... we'll talk to the Captain for you.” Luca announced, after a few moments of silence.

“We will?!” Kaito screeched.

“You will?!"

“Yes. Bullying is unacceptable, after all. No one should be discriminated against, no matter who they are. It's shameful behavior for a Frostheim student.” he put a hand over his heart and you knew he was being sincere.

“Luca...!”

“But!” He raised a finger “You can't do this type of thing anymore!"

You nodded frantically.

“Okay. I'll apologize to Jin too.”

“And to the student you beat up?”

Your face fell.

“No. Not until he apologizes to Lyca.” you pointed at the werewolf, to make your statement clearer

“I don't need an apology!” Lyca yelled, face burning red.

You shook your head.

“I don't care. They gotta treat you properly whether they like you or not! It's basic human decency! Otherwise I'll keep beating their ass.”

“Hey!” Luca reprimanded.

“Oh.” You cleared your throat “Sorry.”

He sighed.

“Okay... well. We'll think of something to tell Jin, right Kaito?”

“Y-yes!” Kaito gave you a thumbs up “We'll defend your side, somehow.”

You and the two Frostheim students fidgeted in place for a moment, feeling awkward.

“W-well. We better go then. News travels quickly. Don't get into more trouble!”

You smiled and bowed deeply.

“I won't! Thank you Luca, thank you Kaito!”

As their figures retreated towards the way to Frostheim's dorm, you got up from your position and began dusting off your clothes. There were droplets of sauce and grape juice on your blazer and you frowned at the sight of them.

Suddenly, Subaru stepped beside you and leaned a bit closer, covering his mouth as if he was going to tell you a secret.

"You know... I think you looked so cool defending Lyca!" He grinned mischievously with an embarrassed blush on his face.

“I did?” You scrunched your nose and grinned back.

Lyca scoffed.

“I didn't need defending! I was fine!” He pouted “B-but... thank you... that was really cool…” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

You playfully messed up his hair, earning a growl from him.

“I'll always defend you. You can count on me. And by the way, here it is.” You extended your arm towards him, grabbing his hand.

“What is it?” He asked, looking at the cup you placed on his palm.

“It's the pudding you wanted. It's yours now.”

Lyca stared wordlessly at the pudding that started the whole mess, mouth agape.

Beside you, as he shook his head, Subaru began laughing.

[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass Ch 10 part 1

masterpost

“Tyranny!” Damian bellowed. His little face was red with fury.

Cass crossed her arms and nodded agreement. She was not accepting any more changes to her life at this time. Things were already happening, too much.

“Nevertheless,” said cruel Batdad. “The pediatric nutritionist will be here tomorrow.” He was trying very hard to seem composed and unaffected by their upset. But he was affected. So affected. And yet he persisted on traveling down the wrong path.

Cass hissed.

Their natural ally, Alfred, put his nose up a little as he cleared the dinner dishes. He sniffed as he left, unhappy-stiff. Cass did not know how he had been defeated. Food was his domain, not some interloper with a pathetic weepy Doctorate of nutritional sciences.

“He designs the meal plans for child Olympians,” Batdad coaxed. He wanted them to like him soooo much. “Standard advice is not necessarily very useful for extreme athletes. You might feel better afterwards. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Gentle, gentle, pleading.

No!!!

Damian stabbed his fork upright into his cinnamon roll and pointed an index finger at their tormentor. “I will not submit. I consume an adequately varied and nutritious diet. Whatever your true aims are, I will not be moved.”

Cass scarfed down her own dessert messily, scowling at Batdad the whole time as if to say: come and take it from me. Can you? You can’t.

Duke watched this with clever eyes darting between Batdad and his siblings. His body said: I don’t care. But I won’t pick Bruce publicly. What can I get? Can I make trouble? 

Hmm. Cass didn’t like that. She narrowed her eyes at him. He should philosophically agree with their cause. She was going to crawl under his bed and hiss, scary sounds to wake him up and go BOO. 

She made a mental note to do that before patrol tonight. If she could even fit it in, jeeze.

Ugh. So busy. Always so much to do.

The tension was high when they trooped to the cave for briefing, before Duke went to bed and everyone else took their pre-patrol nap. Cass lingered sullenly because she wanted to hear Duke’s report on the mechanic. Jacqueline’s apartment had been sneakily snuck through. The conclusion?

“There’s a lot of work clothes in the apartment, but no tools or anything like that. No references or books, aside from a couple of ones from the university library.” Duke fidgeted, micromovement. Not an interesting report. Not an enjoyable detour. “There’s no indication as to what she’s been working on. I took DNA samples off some dirty dishes and hair off the sofa. They’re filed for processing.”

Disappointing. The next step was unclear. Cass frowned. Should they try to observe again? Wait for Jacqueline to leave her lair and follow? Perhaps they should enter the apartment and lurk, ask questions. Tell her: We know your criminal associations. Stop it. Stop it, Jacqueline.

Damian stuck his lips out. He would say: This is not a pout, Cain.

It was a pout.

“I see.” Timbird took notes, fingers flying. Tap tap tap. “You’re passing the case back?”

“It’s all yours,” he said, nodding to Damian. Babybat nodded solemnly. My responsibility. He looked at her. Cass nodded: I have your bat-back. Let’s creep on Jacqueline, as a family.

Hmm. It was too quiet. Usually, there was Batdad commentary. She snuck a look at him even though she and Damian were ignoring him for his cruelties.

Batdad was pondering. He was paying enough attention, but his mind was on something else. Hmm. Cass prodded him. “Ah- Tim, did you upload your conclusions about the Amity Park case?”

Oh. Cass kept her body still, letting it say: I’m bored, I don’t care.

Timbird sighed and ruffled his hair. The gel made a little crackle sound. “It’s a massive government coverup,” he said. Unhappy. “I think a few residents fled, but it looks like it was a mass murder of the residents. The tank tracks came from a subdivision called the GIW, which is ridiculously over militarized.” He opened a file on one of the many Batcomputer screens. It showed a complex of buildings, taken from above. Superboy photography? “They’re doing weapons development, and it appears to be based on the designs of local scientists, also missing.”

“These scientists were affiliated with the GIW?” Batdad asked.

Tim shrugged. “Unclear.” His mouth twitched, unhappy. “There’s evidence of some collaboration, but it seemed a relatively normal exchange of information. Now, the GIW appears to have all their patented inventions and is replicating them.”

“So either these scientists are on staff or they have been removed,” Damibat scowled. A grumpy line formed between his eyebrows. So cute. 

“Removed?” Duke repeated, amused.

“From this mortal coil,” Damibat repeated. Impatient. Keep up, Thomas.  Haha. Cass sniggered and stuck her tongue out. Yeah. Keep up, Duke.

[agxxb]

sweet treat .𖥔 ݁ ˖

joel miller x f!reader

summary: to celebrate joel getting a promotion, you decide to surprise him with his favourite pudding — but that’s not the only dessert he has in mind.

warnings: smut. pre-outbreak joel. unprotected!piv (wrap it before you tap it). oral (f receiving). soft dom!joel. dirty talk. vaginal fingering. pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby, pretty girl). established relationship. food mentions. swearing. [1.3k].

As soon as the phone call had ended, you stood from your spot on the sofa and hurried to the kitchen in excitement. A large grin broke out on your face, the crinkles by your eyes becoming more prominent the more you thought about what your husband had just told you.

When Joel had informed you of his promotion, you had let out a squeal of joy, pride filling your chest at how happy he was. You always supported him, just like how he did with you; His success felt like your own.

Heading towards the kitchen counter, you immediately began taking the ingredients out of the cupboard to bake Joel’s favourite dessert — a Texas sheet cake. He had once told you it reminded him of when he was growing up, his mother having baked it often for him and his young brother, Tommy.

You began mixing the ingredients together, knowing the recipe off by heart with how many times you’ve made it. The smile didn’t leave your face the entire time, pure rapture filling your entire being. Joel worked so hard and it felt amazing to finally see that pay off.

Just as you’d finished the preparation, the front door suddenly opened and your husband’s voice called out. You turned around in surprise, though far from complaining.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Joel greeted, the biggest smile on his face as his eyes landed on you. His southern drawl had always made you weak in the knees, and that hadn’t changed in the six years you’d been together. “What’cha doin’?”

He walked into the kitchen, pulling you into an embrace. He placed his chin on your head, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You smiled against his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your cheek against his chest. His heartbeat sped up, just like it did when you first met.

“Making you a little congratulatory dessert,” you replied, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his Adam’s apple. “I am so proud of you.”

“About time, huh?” he joked, pressing a kiss to your head before pulling away. His smile was still present, eyes bright as he looked at you.

Joel brought a hand up, resting it against your cheek. His thumb gently brushed against your skin before leaning down, pressing his lips against yours. They were chapped, dry from spending the day outdoors, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. Kissing Joel would never get boring, no matter how many times it happened.

You tried to pull away to say something, but his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, keeping you in place. You breathed out through your nose, sliding your hands up his chest and resting there. Walking forward and moving you backwards, Joel led you to lean against the kitchen counter. You jumped up (with his help) and he stood in between your legs.

The kiss got heated pretty quickly, roaming hands clutching at any and every part of each other. Joel pulled back momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath. Your fingers carded through his hair, pulling as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

Letting out a moan, your eyes closed as you basked in the pleasure. “Fuck.” Joel moved down, licking at your collarbone before lowering himself to his knees. “Baby, please.”

Joel’s fingers deftly unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them down your legs and dropping them on the floor beside him. You spread your legs, giving him all the access he needed and allowing him to see how wet you were.

“Fuckin’ soaked, Sweetheart,” he groaned, voice deep and husky, full of want and need. “And all for me…”

“All for you.” You nodded, chin to chest as you looked down at him. “Please. Need it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He didn’t look away from your pussy, eyes taking in what his mouth soon would. You nodded, urgent with the gesture. “Need me to make it feel better?” You nodded once again, though stopped halfway through the action as your head fell back and a moan left your mouth.

Joel’s tongue licked from your entrance all the way to your clit, sucking and moaning into you. “J-Joel…” you stuttered, hands in his hair once again and pulling. “Need to- Need to put the cake in… cake in the oven.”

“Got my dessert right here, Honey,” he mumbled before sucking on your clit once again. You let out another moan, a chain of them following and seemingly never ending. “That’s it, Sweetheart… let everyone know who’s making you feel this good. Want you to fucking scream my name.”

Just as he said that, two of his fingers pushed into you, curling and instantly finding that spot that makes your legs shake. You did just as he wanted, moaning his name as tears welled up in your eyes.

Joel moaned into you every time you pulled at his hair, moving closer into you, like he was willing to either drown or suffocate. Eating you out was one of his favourite things. He never wanted to stop. He would do it all day, every day if he could.

“Gonna cum.”

Immediately, Joel pulled away. You opened your eyes, looking at him in both annoyance and desperation. Just as you were about to open your mouth in protest, you watched as his hands moved down to his belt, undoing it in record time.

Dropping his jeans, he helped you down to your feet, turning you around to lean your forearms against the counter you just sat atop. You soon felt his tip against your entrance, moving back to try and get him to move.

“So impatient…” he tutted, a teasing tone taking control of his words. “What do you want, baby?”

“Want you. Please.”

“How could I refuse when you’re asking so nicely.”

And with that, Joel pushed his hips forward. Your head fell, chin against chest once again, and your eyes fell closed. The pleasure was instant, toes curling against the floorboards and hands stretching out to find anything to hold onto. A groan left Joel’s mouth, reverberating from deep within his chest, and his head tilted back as your warmth surrounded him.

“Fuck. Please. Please move.”

Doing as you asked (and not being able to hold back any longer), Joel pulled back before pushing back into you. “So fuckin’ wet, Sweetheart,” he moaned out, his movements speeding up and the sound of skin colliding echoing throughout the house. You could both hear how wet you were for him, the sound filling your ears with every thrust.

His hands dug into your hips, your head rested against the marble counter, and the buckle of his belt clinked as it hit against his zipper. All you could feel was him and the growing pit of burning pleasure deep within your stomach. Tears streamed down your face, your cheeks red from being unable to catch your breath.

You gasped, one hand reaching back. Joel took it in his own, holding it and interlocking your fingers. Grunts left this mouth from behind his clenched teeth, eyes locked on where you were joined. You were both sweating, the Texas heat not helping and the air-conditioner being rendered useless.

“Joel,” you moaned, tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your ass. “Gonna cum. Please. Please can I cum?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, wanting to see how long you could hold it before he gave you the green light. However, after only a few seconds, he, too, felt like falling over the edge.

“Go on, honey. Cum for me.”

You let out a cry, body shaking from the power of your orgasm. Your eyes squeezed closed and your fists balled up, nails digging into your palms to ground you. With a few more thrusts and the feeling of you squeezing him, Joel came with a grunt, pushing his hips into yours and letting himself get as deep as possible. His forehead rested in between your shoulder blades, face red and breathing heavy.

“Fuck.”

“We just did,” you responded with a short laugh, taking a moment to catch your own breath.

“Is this a good time to mention that I also got a pay rise?”

[noellefan101]

Your First Date-Genshin pt 3

Characters: Lyney, Freminet, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham x gn reader

Summary: Your first date with them,

Warnings: lyney flirting, tea

Note: omg im finally done, i really liked writing these tho, ye thats all i have to say school literally destroyed my brain, love you

Lyney

he would definitely preform a TON of magic tricks during your first date, both romantic, some are just pretty to look at and then there´s the brother-you're-just-embarrassing-yourself magic tricks

: said ever so kindly by Lynette

wouldn't make your date as public as his shows, since he wants to share the moments and magic tricks with you only

(+ Lynette, Fremi and "father" if she asked him so, but yk, they're only made for you)

after he had given you more rainbow roses than you could ever count to, he set out some homemade goods, like cookies, a cake, cupcakes(whatever you lik)

(in which he definitely didn´t spend a few days learning to make)

overall 10/10 (if you dont ask lynette, she had to leave bc of the amount of secondhand embarrassment(she was there at the start)) and it was enjoyable for u.

Freminet

yes, you would be underwater for your first date, but if you really don´t like it(yet)he can just take you some other time

^^but he would prefer to show take you on your first

[and yes, Lyney and Lynette (+his other siblings at home)did bet on when he would finally confesses and take you on a date]

he would let you wear his diving helmet if you really wanted to, but he would also just wear it if he felt embarrassed, or wanted to tell you a story (most likely abt pers)

he aslo ended up showing you a few of his mechanics(robots?)

and showed you some works in progresses other people haven´t seen, other than him and pers ofc

Wriothesley

he would drink tea with you in his office

^^maybe Sigewinne baked you something too,

but you mainly drank tea and just talked the whole time

(bro likes tea so much, someone pls make him shut up abt it)

well other than showing you and talking about his (absolutely massive) tea collection (and cake/bakery(sry))

if he´ll ever let you talk, ofc he will(its a very unfunny joke), he´ll listen to you for as long as you´d want to talk

you also laughed a little when he told about how melusines and stickers dont work well

and he liked seeing and hearing your laugh, so he might go for a date number two

Neuvillette

he would take you out to a fancy restaurant or he would just sit and talk with you somewhere more private

but maybe include a Melusine passing by here and there, checking on you both or for some work-related reasons (that they then put off, just a little, when seeing you both together)

i imagine that you would try some different types of water with him, by his request, and tried your dam best to find a difference.

but he would also get you any kind of drink, dessert or food you´d like

all in all its pretty easy bonding with him, and he just likes being beside you and spending time with you

Alhaitham

he would take you to a quiet cafe where you could sit in peace, since he doesn´t like loud places and want you two to be alone for the most part

he would pay 100% he doesn't even give you a chance to try and pay for anything (he´s nice when he wants to be)

he definitely brought a book with him to read(+ one for you) and would either let you talk while he reads a "little", or he would just read out loud so you know what kind of books he likes

he´s not good at doing any kind of romantic things, but he did try and do something

that including:

taking you out on the date later in the evening so he later could show you the stars, and point out some constellations

asking your friends (and maybe family) what you like food-wise, so he knows what kind of place he should have in mind when picking the place of your date

thank you for reading i don´t think i´ll make any more of these, but if you want it i´ll do it, luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[angelitaby]

my random donatello headcanons. . !

── he's awkward in nature, but that doesn't stop donatello from calling you fascinating. the touch of your fingertips tracing the creases of his hands as he rambles on about your differences and familiarities. embarrassed, donatello stops his mumblings if he realizes what he's saying

── when donatello has feelings for someone, he might just be...softer, partially because he's confused about what he's feeling. he doesn't really want to feel it either. he might isolate himself more so it goes away. it however, doesn't.

── two words. parallel play. sitting together in the same room doing your own tasks. donatello at his desk as you do your own enjoyments beside him. some days it's a comfortable silence, other times you'll ramble, he likes to hear idle chatter. he might not know what you're talking about, but he loves the noise.

── donatello likes the way your heart beats against your chest. it’s never the same every time he lays his head on your chest, but there’s the same sense of relief he gets from it.

── donatello gets easily irritated/overstimulated by strong, bad smells. even with the ones he doesn’t actively dislike, he’s very picky with the scents he does like. however, one particular night while you were looking over his shoulder, he caught a grasp of your scent. whether you prefer the flowery kisses of roses and fresh cut daisies, or the earthy tone of left over raindrops on blades of grass. he found that it was a... pleasant surprise.

── future!donatello smells like cigarettes and metal rust—but in the smoke and sterile way. he'd try to cover it with eucalyptus. when he stresses out, he turns to cigarettes. he tends to wallow in his own sleepless pity.

── yandere!donatello who's mind had gone blank. his heart pounding within the bony confines of his chest, unable to move as your laugh replayed in his head multiple times. and what a scary feeling, terrifying to experience something so.. conflicting. his heart aches, but it feels good. he wants—no needs to know why?

── yandere!donatello likes to experiment on you. mentally, physically. you're so fascinating. your biology is different. desires are different. needs are different. there are many ways to make someone delirious, and he intends to explore each and every one.

── donatello listens to weird al yankovic because i said so.

── donatello likes someone who will understand his boundaries. he likes someone who listens. he likes it when someone seems interested in him or what he's talking about. donatello likes someone who will be quiet with him.

── i can definitely see donatello as a gray ace. (i mean he's purple he's literally asexual core/hj) i do project a bit of myself onto him in having anxieties about other people and myself that's stopping me from getting in relationships. "i'm busy. i have other things to do. i don't need to worry about it." and while true, that doesn't mean it's not nice. it's him using his hobbies and work as an excuse to not be with people even though, deep down, i think he wants it.

── donatello says he prefers his coffee black, but he enjoys it with creamer. french vanilla baby! something to keep in mind for the early mornings, the quiet yet comfortable silence of the fresh day as you press the palm of your hand on his shoulder or between his shoulder blades for a second as you set down a coffee you made for him. it's a small gesture, but it's domestic. it's sweet, he appreciates it.

── donatello really loves the little things because it feels mundane and human to him.

── donatello prefers black teas. april introduced him to a strong one with cane sugar and mint once. but he also likes pure green tea, lemon with ginger, and a special rose-strawberry tea on the occasion. but it has to be a subtle taste, not to sweet, spicy or heavy.

── donatello likes all sorts of dumplings and is not a fan of overly sweet food + most desserts.

── donatello would be willing to watch greys anatomy with you because he's a bitch and likes to point out inaccuracies which is hilarious coming from some bitch who doesn't have a medical license. however he does have respects for dr. gregory house, so he's decent enough when watching house.

── donatello's favorite body part of yours? "whichever parts are the farthest away from me, thank you." your hands. your palms which press against his plastron, your fingertips that send shudders down his spine when you trace over his shell. every crevice, every knuckle, every detail. need i say more?

[yunwangja]

undercurrents | signal no. 13

masterlist | next signal

it started with a flutter in your chest, nerves tangling in your stomach as you met tooru at the entrance. you weren’t sure how to act, your mind racing with what-ifs and worries. sure, you were better at talking to him, but there's just so much on your mind and you want to make sure you spend this day right.

you and tooru wander through the bustling mall, the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional clatter of shopping bags filling the air. the afternoon has been a whirlwind of activity.

he guided you toward the arcade, his excitement bubbling over. his enthusiasm was almost childlike, and before you knew it, you were laughing along with him, the earlier tension in your shoulders easing. he challenged you to game after game, his competitive streak shining through as he refused to let you win easily.

he’d been quick to drag you to a karaoke booth afterward, insisting that it was an essential part of any outing. your initial nerves melted away as tooru belted out song after song, his infectious energy pulling you into the fun.

tooru had a way of making you feel at ease, his bright personality and easygoing nature dissolving any tension you might have felt. the more time you spent together, the more you realized just how effortlessly he made you laugh, how natural it felt to be around him.

yet, despite the joy of the day, there was an underlying sense that something was missing, a subtle disconnect that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

now, the two of you are sitting in a fast food chain, taking a break from the day’s excitement. the late afternoon sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow on your table.

tooru’s already moved on to dessert, happily munching on his ice cream, while you’re still working through the last bites of your meal. the silence between you is comfortable, a testament to how far you’ve come since the awkwardness that once plagued your interactions.

tooru breaks the quiet with a smile. “you’re really fun to be with, y/n,” he says, his voice filled with genuine warmth. “i had a hunch you were, and i’m really glad you asked me to hang out today.”

you return his smile, feeling a sense of pride at how natural this day has been. “i’m glad too. you’re really great, but i think you already know that,” you tease, earning a laugh from him. “i really wanted to spend a day with you.”

he chuckles, shaking his head. “yeah, and now bo’s even jealous,” he adds, and you both burst into laughter at the thought of bokuto’s over-the-top reaction.

“really?” you ask, amused.

“yeah,” he confirms, still grinning.

the conversation flows easily from there, covering everything from silly anecdotes to deeper topics. it’s easy, comfortable, and undeniably enjoyable. yet, even as you laugh and engage in the conversation, there’s a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, a sense of something not quite right.

“you’re a really good friend, y/n,” tooru says at one point, his tone sincere as he looks at you across the table.

the words hit you harder than they should. a really good friend.

it’s not the boundary he’s setting that catches you off guard; it’s the realization that those words resonate with what you’ve been feeling all day. you glance down at your now-empty plate, your thoughts racing.

he’s a good friend. just a good friend.

and that’s why today felt different.

despite everything, despite how much fun you’ve had, you never once felt like you were spending time with your crush. instead, it felt like you were hanging out with a close friend.

holy shit.

you're confused. you swear you said the same with kuroo. why does this seem different? if what you’ve felt today is the comfort of friendship, then what is it that you feel with kuroo? the realization sends your heart sinking into your stomach, a mixture of dread and clarity washing over you.

tooru notices the change in your demeanor, his brows furrowing with concern. “are you okay, y/n?” he asks, his voice gentle.

you look back at him, your thoughts still swirling. you take some time to think. maybe, you're just overthinking things. maybe your friends just got to you.

you stare at tooru.

and you stare at him some more. tooru.

he's great. i like him a lot. but why. why is it different?

then you think about kuroo.

kuroo. you imagine his face. his smile. his presence. his voice. his laugh. the way he teases you. you think about the every time you spent with him. the way he made you feel.

and it hits you.

fuck.

there’s a seriousness in your expression that wasn’t there before, and tooru’s concern deepens. “is something wrong?” he presses, leaning forward slightly.

“tooru,” you say quietly, your voice steady but laced with the weight of what you’re about to admit. he stays silent, waiting for you to continue, his eyes never leaving yours.

you take a deep breath, the words forming on your lips before you even fully process them.

“i think i have feelings for kuroo.”

and just like that, tooru transitions from being the object of your affection to the first person you’ve admitted your feelings for kuroo to.

notes

and that is the story... of how tooru and yn became besties <3

it wasnt narrated but after yn admitted her feelings she told tooru everything. like, every. thing. from her past relationship, to how she had a crush on tooru, up til that day

and bo has cracked the code !!!!!! (this is what the journey i was talking about lol ok sorry if that was corny)

kenma always has his door locked but the moment bo said "OH" "OH" he unlocked it, all ready to finally tell someone

we officially welcome yn's new era <3

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[fricc-darn]

if BEN found out they liked someone, would they directly confess to them or communicate in a more poltergeist way?

They would avoid that person. Or at least try to.

Warning for physical abuse + strangulation

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You missed them.

You missed them more than anything in the world.

It was unlike you to act in such a manner. To grovel over someone who has hurt others, including you. They had been playing with your heart for so long that your feelings confused you. You wanted to be with BEN more than anything in the world. All the suffering it brought upon others was justified in your mind. After all, you are alive and in a relatively better position than the thousands of others BEN came across.

To you, the stories of those who came before mattered little. Those people chose death. A decision only they can make, regardless of external factors. A selfish and greedy decision, yet you were no better for viewing one's life with such little regard. BEN had its reasons for acting the way it did. Even if those reasons were unbeknownst to you.

They're much more than their vicious exterior. BEN can be sweet, sometimes. Sweeter, compared to the first time you met, becoming intrigued by you. It wanted to study you. A dehumanizing experience at first, it treated you like some type of pet. Yet, an easy role to fall into after the hell it put you through. The same logic still applied, always follow their rules. Everything was on their terms. In your mind, this made sense; you were the first human BEN wanted to get close to.

But this time around, you couldn't find any rhyme or reason to BEN's recent actions. It pulled a tasteless, cruel act that made you so neurotic.

BEN disappeared for two weeks.

Two full weeks.

Your days went by at an agonizingly slow pace. Not once did BEN appear. It had eyes everywhere in your home; it had to be watching to some extent. Yet, there were no new messages or unearthly activity. Disappointment left each moment more miserable than the last. There was an undeniable ache in your heart when BEN wasn't around. An ache made worse now that you were completely alone.

Have you upset them? You couldn't recall doing anything that would cause BEN to go through such lengths to ignore you. There were no arguments, no rude comments, nothing. This couldn't be the case; you had to have done something—anything. BEN wouldn't leave without a reason. You weren't as smart as them, nor did you have the best memory. There had to be a situation you were forgetting.

All you have done today is wander throughout your house. Subconsciously circling the same rooms, clutching onto a sliver of hope that BEN might be there waiting. With each shaking step, you sank deeper into your unruly thoughts. The last times you were with BEN were nothing but enjoyable, more so than usual.

Strangely, it trotted the indecisive line between refusing to spend time with you and finding any reason to be around you. Despite the pleasant quality time,

Its tone seemed off. Not all there and spacey. A tone you had noticed for months but couldn't pinpoint a cause.

Stumbling into the kitchen, a sourness hits your nostrils. The kitchen was left in a state no better than your mind. It reeked of unwashed dishes. Leftover dough and stale desserts festered with mold.

Cookies.

The two of you made cookies after ages of trying to convince BEN to make food with you. Surprising that it even took the offer. BEN always said it was senseless; it could eat but didn't need to eat. In spite of that, you so often notice them lingering when you cook, as if they want to try. You settled on making chocolate chip cookies. An easy recipe with the flavor BEN preferred the most.

BEN explained professional baking techniques to you with such gentleness that they hardly made any snide remarks. Purely focused on the task at hand. Its soft hands rested on top of yours, helping you knead the dough. Cold hands that have killed felt so alive and warm. How badly you wanted those hands to embrace you and keep you close. To cling to your body like you are a need instead of a want. Yet BEN quickly moved away, as if the closeness of that maneuver held no significance.

You were stuck in a cycle between selfishness and reasonability. You have received no affection for what felt like forever, ever since your loved ones have been out of your life. However, to want attention from someone who is so touch-averse was a self-centered desire. In no way were you entitled to know why BEN acts like that; knowing would just make life a hell of a lot easier.

The overwhelming smell in the kitchen got increasingly nauseating. The air became stale, and you felt weak. You quickly turned on your heels, checking the living room. Your legs continued to jitter, refusing yourself the chance to sit on the couch for even a moment. You tried to rationalize your strange attraction.

A part of you knew there was no reason to be upset. BEN was awful. A terrifying piece of technology with a cruel disposition that fed off of suffering. You've been stuck with them like the old ball and chain. How would one even manage a relationship with someone who will never be satisfied?

Your half-lidded eyes scanned the room in an attempt to find something else to think about. Another useless effort. Just another messy room to wallow in. Stray pillows and blankets were on the floor by the window nook. A place where BEN simply observed whatever went on outside. Even inhuman entities loved the mundane. From frolicking animals to changing weather, it never got tired of watching it all. They're very cat-like.

Not too long ago, you two laid together in that cozy nook. BEN was always more talkative whenever they were comfortable. While it divulged its train of thought, its serene words calmed you like a lullaby. Remembering that BEN had other interests besides malice was surreal. Trivial sweet bits of information were a privilege that only you were granted. You were grateful; BEN hardly spoke about itself.

So you listened attentively. Pondering what existence was like for BEN. Since the day you met, you've pieced together bits of its circumstances. None of which sounded pleasant. It was made up of many people and had ties to a cult. Which gave you more questions than answers. What you knew for is that BEN is bitter and troubled. Excruciatingly aware of everything that has happened and what could happen.

It knew too much about you, down to the uncomfortable details that those closest to you didn't know. It is not like BEN is a stranger, but its attention to detail still didn't feel like enough. Shamefully, you wished for more. For BEN to speak of you with as much reverence as their religion. You would never be equal to their god, their precious Luna. You held as much importance as a passerby in their long lives. In desperate times, you hesitated praying to the same god just for a chance with them.

This pacing, all this thinking, and the uncertainty drained the little energy you had left. The aura in the living room is as dreadful as the kitchen. You were tired, fed up with whatever game this is. Giving up on needing your feelings validated, a nap sounded better to achieve some peace of mind. 

Heading for the stairs, you reassured yourself that none of this mattered. What you felt was a passing fling. That BEN was off pulling some crazy stunt or, more likely, had gotten bored with you. Intensifying thumping up the stairs, emotions overriding common sense. Storming to your room, the door creaked, slowly opening on its own. Stepping in with glossy eyes, a heavy groan left you. There was no relief from this ache, even in the most sacred part of your home.

The bedsheets draped onto the floor, and random water bottles littered the room. If you weren't wandering, you were here, rotting away. You could hardly see anything if it weren't for the golden afternoon sunlight peeking into the dark room. Stepping over the trash, you head over to bed. Thinking back to when BEN left without a word. The moment was a blur. A show played on the television, serving as mere background noise rather than providing anything of substance. You two sat on the floor, face to face.

From BEN's hands, it seemed... nervous? There laid a glint of hesitation in its eyes. You swore you imagined it. BEN being nervous was too unlikely, impossible even. Your face rested on the palm of its hand, letting its fingers tenderly caress your cheek. So close, the space between was diminishing, inching closer and closer.

So close.

Just like that BEN pulled away and left.

Your head pounded from remembering too much at once. You feel a chill, the hairs on your skin raised. A cool breath tickled the back of your neck, a faint snicker. "This place is a pigsty." BEN spoke in a deceiving, lighthearted tone. Its hushed voice sent a shiver down your spine, stoking the flames in your heart. You quickly turned around, greeting it with a smile and bright eyes. Swiftly you approached BEN with your arms outstretched. 

BEN took a step back. It looked down at you then looked elsewhere. Its grin twitched. They've never left you alone for such an extended period. BEN was fairly impressed with how the effects of isolation took a toll on you. It expected you to break in at least two days, not several. You always find ways to surprise them.

Unfortunately, the circumstances of this surprise were hardly fun anymore. This couldn't have been because of pity, absolutely not. Your eyes were beet red and puffy; you looked unwell. Acting in the same manner as a neglected zoo animal. "I see you missed me. Clingy, now are we?" BEN spoke sardonically, masking its true tone of voice with ease.

You stare at them blankly. Clingy? That comment shouldn't have irked you as much as it did. Emotions that you tried to keep under wraps bubbled to the surface. The response wasn't enough to sully any of your excitement about seeing BEN again. Only severing as a painful reminder that you meant nothing to BEN. "I'm not clingy." You grit your teeth; clenching your jaw worsens the throbbing headache.

"You expect me to feel nothing after you disappeared for two weeks without saying a word?" Your voice croaked, like the old wooden floorboards of your home. As hard as you tried, some bitterness seeped out. It couldn't even look at you in the eyes. That small gleam of hope for clarity slowly fizzled out. You've done nothing to cross them, and you still felt like you were stuck in an endless cycle of punishment.

BEN laughed before going completely quiet. You are full of surprises today! Going from obedient to snippy in those few days. Though it could only tolerate squeaky fussing for so long. If you could speak about anything else, their annoyance would subside. "I never said that." It took a glance around your disheveled room. Refusing to look you in the eye for long. "You should focus on more pressing matters. The trash and poor attitude won't fix itself." BEN whispered, kicking a crushed-up water bottle in your direction.

That arrogant smile you grew to love made your blood boil. A wave of heat rose in your face as involuntary tears pricked at your eyes. Balling up your hands into a fist, digging your nails into your palm. "Then stop fucking acting like nothing happened." You shouted, stomping your foot on the floor.

Frustrated, tired. You weren't as strong as you made yourself out to be. Easily falling into a pit of despair. Realizing without BEN, nobody was there for you. Friends and family gone, your dreams abandoned, every connection you had to any other person severed. If you had to be alone with someone, it had to be BEN.

"We don't owe you an explanation." BEN stated, hanging on to a thin, cordial veil. A familiar disdain ate at them. If this feeling wasn't pity, then it was not empathy; at least that's what BEN wanted to believe. Refusing to accept that your ear grating breakdown was affecting them. A breakdown caused by it leaving over something so silly, it wasn't worth admitting. Opting to dance around the fact, hoping you'll grow tired.

Patience was their virtue, a quality they have learned throughout the years. There was no point in acting violently to get you to stop. Force is primitive and too ineffective for their liking.

A loud groaning left you as your hands rubbed your face, moving up and harshly running your fingers through your hair. You weren't crazy or unreasonable and were tired of being treated as such. "I don't understand why you have to be so difficult about how you feel." Sniffling your tears, you mumbled. "Do you always lead on your victims like this?"

BEN crocks its head to the side, its smile faltering faster than the setting sun. Eyes finally locked onto you, expression still and emotionless. They've been called much worse degrading things that never phased them. However, none of those words came from your mouth. BEN didn't know why it was still trying to give you some leniency.

You didn't know your luck—how good you have it. The audacity to play the victim. You didn't know how they felt; you couldn't understand. All this yelling, shouting, and crying stirred a great discomfort in BEN. "Choose your words carefully." 

Your back straightens on its own accord. Trembling like a baby foal, unsure if it was due to the lowering temperature or fear. Wiping your tears, you spoke up. "You got bored with me; that's why you left. You don't care. I could kill myself, and you wouldn't bat an eye! It's what you want, right, BEN?" Your lips quivered, spitting your words out, acrid and firm. Oddly, being rude to BEN felt cathartic, giving them a taste of their toxicity.

"You're right. I don't care."

A painfully forced, wide-toothed grin spread across BEN's face. "You thought you were an exception? That I'd fall head over heels for you?" BEN took a step closer, stepping on top of the mess that rested on top of your floor. "If you want to die so badly, then do so. I'll gladly help." Its empty gaze, unfaltering, staring into your soul.

You, a deer staring at oncoming headlights. The satisfaction of your insult was rapidly wearing off. You had to move. You needed to move. Staggering backward, losing more balance with each footstep from the junk on the floor. "Y...You treat me like an exception. Why is it such a crime that I love you?" No longer did you speak with defiance, a mere squeak in response to its robotic voice. 

BEN glared. Love. What a burden. Love is a crippling malady, one that erodes all sense in the mind. All-consuming and maddening. They had no need for such a waste of time; spare the tooth-rotting spiel about love. How cruel of you to lecture them about love, as if they were some simple machine. Every thought had BEN stomping its way to you, your back to the wall. "You're not in love with me. You're an idiot with an attachment disorder. I did you a favor by leaving. Shame you're too stupid to see that." 

Its words dug into you. Tearing your heart into shreds, pushing more tears out of your eyes. You wanted to puke, crawl to the floor, and pitifully beg for forgiveness. A fear similar to your first encounter with BEN. Paralyzing eye contact, feeling worse each moment you looked into its flickering eyes. "If you don't care, then why did you come back? You almost kissed me last time! Just admit you have a soft spot for-"

You went down with a thud head first.

BEN loomed on top of you, gripping your throat with its hands. Erratically, you squirmed. Kicking and writhing on the floor. Desperately clawing at BEN's arms, a feeble attempt at having it stop.

"Shut up! Shut up!" BEN shouted—no screeched at you, over and over, each time hitting your head against the floor, tightening its hold on your neck.

The pressure building up in your head was far worse than any headache or migraine. You gasped, trying to breathe or say something, which resulted in a gurgle. All of your fighting wasted energy. BEN shouted its head off. You shake your head, pressing your nails deeper into its arm.

"I hate you. I hate the way you make me feel. I don't understand." BEN pressed its fingers against your soft flesh. There was no point in any of this. Victim, companion, friend, whatever label you fell under, the outcome would have been the same.

This could not be love. Love hurts and makes you irrational, like something is eating you from the inside. They had no interest in it, no desire, until your devotion to them. Always wearing your heart on your sleeve and overly selfless to your detriment. You made them feel good. The attention and closeness are everything they craved. 

You croak as more air escapes you. Your body involuntarily thrashes before your hands drop to the floor.

"You want something from me I cannot give." They would have to change to do that, and changing is an act of defeat. Another defeat over something they couldn't help. "We can't love you. Not in the way you deserve." Who on earth would willingly love an AI, Frankenstein's monster? Someone who has almost caused your death so many times. This occasion seemed more merciful than the last.

Your face slowly turns into a shade of deep purple, and your lips, blue. You feared your eyes would pop out of the socket.

"We wish we could."

That wasn't true. Whatever deluded conclusion they came up with was not true. You wanted BEN as is. Whatever definition of love they had, you wanted to experience that with them. You got what you wanted. This was the most direct BEN has ever been, and you wanted to bask in it. You'd listen to them talk till the end. Yet their voices seemed so distant; everything did. The sounds of a broken computer felt like little soft hums with ringing. Lightheaded, everything seemed slower, like minutes passed.

It couldn't have been that long, right? It stopped banging your head. The light in the room seemed to dim. Pins and needles worked up your body, your cracked lips mouthing its name. It's perfectly shaped hair, a mess covering parts of its face. BEN's eyes looked...damp? Crazed but damp. Like it was on the brink of tears but couldn't cry.

You didn't fight back. You couldn't, nor did you want to. Yes, you were scared, but you felt relaxed. A strange high, repeating yourself to at least know you were awake. You didn't want to die, but if it proved what you meant, BEN, you'd let them kill you. 

You would let BEN hurt you.

Again and again.

Until they feel better.

[dissociation-station123]

Fallen

First time writing a monster type fic!! I hope it is enjoyable! This was written specifically for a Monster Mash collaboration event created by @nanamiscocksleeve

Thank you so much for allowing me to participate!!! Appreciate all who read!!

Love and Deepspace:

SylusXFemReaderXZayne-With a monster twist revealed at the end! 😆

Warnings: Corruption; Oral; A small taste of sadistic Sylus;

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The sun was slowly disappearing, the remaining rays coating the area in front of you in a beautiful deep orange. A cool breeze caressed your skin. The leaves were now changing colors. A gorgeous scene. You sip on a hot cider, burning your tongue slightly. It should be relaxing but a heavy sigh escapes your lips instead.

“Rough day sweetie?” A voice interrupts your internal frustrations. You look up from where you sat on your porch. Your neighbor towers over you with a bottle of whiskey in hand. Those reddish eyes are always playful no matter the topic.

Behind him stood your dark haired neighbor, he looked at you from behind the other man’s shoulder emotionless. Yet his steady gaze always seemed to bore into your soul each time you met, judging you.

The two men moved next door about a year ago. When you first saw them together you had to do a double take. Their beauty was otherworldly. Both of them were tall and built like professional athletes. The contrasting hair caught your attention, one had deep black the other a striking white.

Like the rest of the neighborhood you figured they would keep to themselves. You weren’t nosey so after the initial peek you went about your day. You assumed they would never interact with you.

To your surprise a few days later both men showed up with welcome to the neighborhood gifts. Zayne, the dark haired man brought a delectable dessert and Sylus, now up close you could not look away from the reddish tint of his eyes, of course a nice whiskey.

You made a teasing remark about how you were the one who should be bearing offerings since they were new here. They both glanced at each other as if communicating telepathically.

After a few seconds Sylus gave you an easy going shrug and Zayne a stern glance while holding up the bag for you to take. You opened your door and allowed them entry. Since then they always came over on Fridays to chat and catch up.

After your mind reminisces about how you became close to the pair, you hold out your hand for the bottle and Sylus chuckles giving it to you. Zayne, always statuesque, frowns. You twist the cap and take a long sip straight from the bottle. The burn causes you to wince but once settled the warmth blankets you comfortingly.

“I never quite grasp how if you do well at your job you're rewarded with more work.” You mutter feeling the irritation of your day surface once again.

“Mind if we?” Sylus motions at the two other chairs on your porch and you shake your head. They each take their place beside you.

“It’s good that they recognize your talent. Doing your best is never a bad thing.” Zayne says softly, you lift up the bottle for him to take but he shakes his head. His eyebrows pull together in disgust. You shrug and take another sip.

“Please!! That’s bullshit. That company just cares about the bottom line. You should quit.” Sylus interrupts a scowl on his pretty face. “Loyalty is for suckers.”

You groan, taking yet another sip, this one longer than the last. “I know I could but I have a lot of vacation days.” You always do this. Talk yourself out of change and risk.

“You earned those. You're a diligent worker. And your colleagues respect you.” Zayne adds his calm demeanor strangely comforting tonight.

“The owners could give two shits about you. They would replace you in an instant. You need to think about yourself.” Sylus glares over at Zayne and you laugh. Both of their eyes widen at the sound.

“I appreciate you both for attempting to make me feel better. I’m a helpless people pleaser. We all know I’m not going to leave.” You sigh, leaning into the chair and pulling your legs up to hug against you.

Both men look at you with a sullen expression. “Don’t look at me like that; you two.” You grumble hating the pitiful sight. The tension in your shoulder causes you to wince. Sylus leans forward his beautiful face to close.

“You know I could ease that stress right out of you sweetie.” His voice was low and seductive. You wish you could say you have grown accustomed to his flirtatious way but that tone still sent a shiver down your spine like a spell. You stare up at him stunned but eventually shake yourself free and smack his arm. “What?! I meant a good massage. These hands are magic.”

You look at his large hands and again your mind wanders to not so innocent thoughts. Those long fingers were almost unbelievable, the lengths they could reach. “Y/N…” Sylus calls to you teasingly and you snap out of your trance. “What were you thinking about naughty thing?”

“N-nothing…” you look away glad that he could not read your thoughts. The liquor was not the only thing making your cheeks heat up. “Shut up.” You grumble and choose a safer place to stare. Zayne looks at you, worry written on his face.

“Are you feeling well?” Zayne asks, reaching up and touching your forehead. You slap his arm away in embarrassment. His innocent expressions were always so damn cute.

“I’m fine!” You say a bit too loudly. Sylus chuckles at your behavior, deeming you guilty. You groan and lean back too quickly, you grimace at the pain that shoots up your back. “Maybe I could use a massage.”

Sylus’s expression brightens a bit and you raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “Sweetie don’t you trust me?” You shake your head aggressively and he chuckles.

“Smart.” Zayne speaks out his tone flat. You laugh and look over amused to see no expression.

“You all want to go inside. These chairs don’t help my back one bit.” You complain and both men nod in agreement. Their large frames hang off awkwardly. “See if there is a movie or something.”

You stand and Sylus leads the way. Before you can cross the threshold Zayne grabs your shoulder lightly. You look over to him and concern is etched on his features. “Did you eat?” He pointedly looks down at the liquor bottle still in hand.

You smile at him. Though he is not as up front as Sylus could be; you knew he truly cared. His actions were always endearing. You pat his shoulder in return. “Yeah I promise.” He simply nods, gesturing for you to enter.

You all have found a mundane comedy to watch as you lounge with Sylus on the couch. Zayne in the recliner, he always kept you at a slight distance. Sylus on the other hand has no comprehension of personal space.

“Let me…” Sylus leaned down to whisper into your ear. You glare up at him, to tired and exhausted for his teasing at this point. “Don’t look at me like that sweetheart. I promised a massage. Let me deliver on that.”

You study, glancing up into those deep red eyes suspiciously. A fake pout decorates his lips but he is always persistent once he promises something. “Fine…” you grumble as he pulls you between his long legs as soon as you agree.

You tense up the moment his hands feel along your shoulder and down your back. “Relax… Just trying to assess what area needs the most attention.” He purrs and you shut your eyes to attempt to follow his instructions. “So much tension built up. You're a sorry case, love.”

You laugh as he chuckles along with you. “Would you say it’s pointless then?” You ask as his thumbs rest gently at your shoulder blades. You brace yourself for the pressure but he clicks his tongue at you as he softly pushes down and up.

“Never pointless.” He reassures you as you melt into his moderate ministrations, kneading upward to your neck. You let out the breath you were holding. “Good… finally relaxing.” Sylus cooes and you feel a lazy smile form.

He works out the knots with ease, you're practically putty now. his fingers glide along your spine as he continues to praise you. You try your best not to make a sound but the longer he kneaded and caressed the more difficult it became. You curse how touch starved you had become.

Sylus applies a strong amount of pressure onto the side of your hip and you gasp out loud. Your hands reach out to grab his thigh and his mocking laughter follows your reaction. “That was such a cute sound. Give me more…” His tone turns seductive and you swallow heavily.

His large arms encase you as his hands run along your stomach playfully. His fingers slide upward tentatively. “Sylus…” Your tongue felt heavy, your eyes drooping closed, and your mind hazy as you attempted to protest. He does pause from moving any further. A part of you so tempted to give in.

“There is no judgment from me, treasure. Just say yes and I’ll make you feel so good.” His voice was a lullaby, enticing and temptation personified. His touch felt amazing and it had been so long. You find yourself nodding and yet he does not move. “I have to hear you say it sweetie.”

“Yes Sylus! Please!” You whine and he makes a deep sound from his throat at your declaration. His large hands quickly slide under your bra, his thumb running along your already hardened nipples. You moan your head falling back against his chest. He hums pleased with your response. Pinching the buds to elicit another cry from your lips.

You want to bury your head in shame but you were unable to think. You make a pathetic sound when you feel him lean down to kiss along your neck. His tongue makes lazy circles on a patch of sensitive flesh. “I love how reactive you are being. It's been a while, hasn't it, love?” You nod, crying out for him. “Poor thing.”

His left hand kneads your breast as the other moves down your stomach again. Lower until his fingers slide under the waistband of your sweat pants. You whine lifting your hips for easier access. You grumble as he takes his time. You are too enraptured by the pleasure that you pull off your bottoms for him and he chuckles amused. “Please!” You beg looking up through lidded eyes and gulp at how his eyes have darkened with lust.

Your eyes remain locked onto his as his fingers slide lower, finally rubbing along your already wet folds. Your moan echoes across the room. “Do you not have any shame?” Stylus’s tone becomes a bit sinister as your eyebrows knit in confusion. He slowly inserts his middle finger into your cunt and your back arches.

“F-fuck…” you curse still a bit confused by his words. Your body begins to move against his hands slow and steady thrusts, longing for a sweet release. Sylus grins down at you, the hand that was stimulating your breast moves to take hold of your chin.

“Did you forget sweetie,” his thumb slides across your lower lip. “We aren’t alone.” Your eyes widen as he pulls your chin to look across the room. Your clouded mind had forgotten that Zayne sat across from you. Your heart races in panic and you squirm in Sylus’s hold.

As your vision adjusts you meet Zayne’s golden eyes. “Y/N…” He calls your name, it sounds almost painful and you cringe at the disappointment it holds. Yet there was something else there, was it longing? His perfect jaw was clenched tightly.

Sylus laughs, cruely at the situation, your arousal loud as he removes his finger from your hole and slides up to rub your aching clit. Your legs shake and you try to close them but Sylus chastises you. “It’s a bit too late for that. Let him see you fall apart for me. Look closer Y/N he is trying to hold himself back. What a good little Angel.”

You notices Zayne’s hands were wrapped around the arms of the chair, the wood creaking from the pressure. His whole body froze as his breath came out in short gasps. “Y/N…” he calls out your name again this time it was a whimper. “Why?” Sylus parts your lower lips, slick with your juices, giving him a full view. You watch Zayne’s breath hitch.

“You want to taste her, Zayne? Come on see what earthly pleasures feel like on your tongue.” Sylus collects your essence on his finger and sucks it off greedily, a groan escaping. You bit your lower lip enticed by the lewd scene before you. You look back at Zayne, a shiver travels down his body.

“It’s ok…” you surprise yourself when you invite him to join. You lift up your hand to beckon him towards you.

“You do not know what you are doing….” Zayne’s usual calm demeanor has been completely shaken. His voice low and strained as he tries not to move. “What will happen…”

Sylus pulls your shirt above your head and unclasps your bra in a quick motion. You're in his lap bared completely. Sylus roughly takes hold of your thighs and pulls them wider apart. You cry out desperate to be touched again. “Are you going to allow her to suffer?” He addresses Zayne in a dark tone. Zayne’s eyes widen at the sight of all of you. You hear him mutter what sounded like a prayer but your mind was overwhelmed by need.

“Zayne…” You whimper his name and he falls to his knees with a startled cry. “Help…” you call out and he crawls closer. His breath tickles your skin as he now hovers near your outstretched legs. Zayne, as if frightened of your body, slowly slides a finger down your inner knee. You moan at his featherlight touch in contrast to Sylus’s rough grasp on your thighs.

You look at Zayne, your lashes fluttering. With shaky arms you place your hand on his cheek and he leans into your grasp. “You can if you want.” You say comfortingly and you are confused when he curses you so sweetly.

“She is your new master. Worship and praise her.” Sylus says his voice is more of a growl and distorted. Zayne does not look away from but you see some type of inner struggle taking place within him.

“B-Blasphemy…” Zayne mutters weakly as your thumb softly caresses his lower lip. You feel his body tremble and a tear glisten at the corner of his eyes, you swipe it away. “S-Sacrilege…” He takes in every curve of your body with his icy stare.

“Zayne you don’t have…” Before you could tell him it was alright If he did not want to; his lips hungrily began kissing your inner thigh. You keen loudly and whisper Zayne’s name in praise. Sylus laughs sinisterly behind you.

Zayne is now possessed by the taste of your skin. His tongue lolled out sliding down closer. He pauses right next to your needy pussy, admiring the clear slimy liquid oozing out. “Please…” you beg him and he groans at the sound. No longer hesitating he shoves his mouth into your folds, caressing each dip and crease with his tongue. It was messy and you could tell he was not sure what to do but his vigor and desperate whines made up for the inexperience.

“You taste so good…” he cries out against you, he looks up, his face coated. “Divine…” he rambles still fumbling as he sucks greedily. Sylus nibbles at your ear still snickering at the sight of the man between your legs. He finally releases the hold he has on you. He moves back to pinch at your nipple, a sharp pain causes your body to jolt.

His other hand moves between your legs. Slylus’s thumb tracing your clit as Zayne loses himself, sloppy kisses with no accuracy, slurping wet sounds. With all the stimulation your mind begins to lose focus. You gasp when Sylus roughly and suddenly pulls Zayne’s head back by his hair. Zayne groans in frustration, snarling at Sylus.

“Focus! Stop being so selfish.” Sylus chastises Zayne’s feverish movements. “Suck here and watch how she reacts.” He lets go of Zayne and again his fingers tap against your clit, you whine.

Zayne watches your body shake and then nods in understanding. He wraps his lips around the small nub and sucks. You convulse and scream out, your body overreacting due to being edged. Zayne’s eyes widen at your violent response. His tongue is now sliding against the sensitive bundle of nerves, hoping to coax more from you.

“That’s it…” Sylus says as his fingers slide under his chin, lower until they probe your entrance. You no longer comprehend the sounds that escape your lips as he pushes them deeper past the ring of muscle. Zayne moans as he hears you blabbering, increasing his assault. “Good…” you reach out and your fingers entangle into Zayne’s hair as you buck up to meet Sylus’s finger as he adds another.

“You both are so adorable.” Sylus says condescendingly but you hear the rasp in his voice, dripping in pure desire. Your entire body is now tensing up, you were close. Your vision spots and back arches in an awkward angle as you ride against both Zayne’s mouth and Sylus’s expert fingers.

The moment Zayne moans and the vibration shoots up your spine, Sylus curves his finger stroking your spot viciously. You had never felt this before, it was almost too much. You no longer had control as you screamed both their names at the top of your lungs. Your cunt gripping his digits and releasing over and over milking them desperately, your head flys back, ears ringing, as the otherworldly orgasm crashes over you.

You try to breathe to maintain your thoughts after the shock. You feel Sylus slowly remove his fingers but Zayne is still making out with your clit, you whine and attempt to push him away, overstimulated. Your eyes finally adjust, before you could scold Zayne, you cover your mouth at the glorious vision that greets you.

Sprouting from Zayne’s back were massive white wings, majestic and awe inspiring. “What.. mmm Zayne please…” He still lapped you up groaning at the flavor of your cum. As he humps the couch cravenly, you gasp as the feathers begin shifting from the stark white to a deep charcoal.

You are startled by Sylus’s voice in your ear. You watch as he strokes Zayne’s now changed wings, Zayne whimpers as his fingers dance across. “I came for your soul but instead your essence made an ally from my greatest enemy. He has finally fallen from grace.”

You turn to question Sylus and you are frozen in place by his appearance. He wore his usual cocky mischievous grin, his canines protruded into actual fangs. Tall horns decorated his head, a deep shade of brown contrasting his white hair, large spirals. His already large frame seemed to have doubled in size. You flinch as a tail wraps around your thigh. “You are something special. I’ll make you mine like you made him yours.”