#crispy chicken wrap

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crispy chicken wrap

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im still high

wtf I woke up at like 1pm and I'm still fucking zoinkled what was in that shit I'm so confused

[4allrecipes]

2023 Easy Crispy Chicken Wrap Mcdonalds At Home

here i am gonna give you the copycat recipe of the irresistible Crispy Chicken Wrap Mcdonalds! It's a flavor-packed delight that combines a crunchy, golden-brown chicken fillet with fresh lettuce, juicy tomato slices, and a tangy sauce, all wrapped up in a soft tortilla. With every bite, you'll experience a delightful blend of crispy textures and mouthwatering flavors. Whether you're in a hurry or looking for a tasty treat, the Crispy Chicken Wrap is the perfect choice for a satisfying and delicious meal at McDonald's.

Looking for a quick, wholesome snack that's both versatile and easy to whip up? Look no further than our McDonald's chicken wrap. This delectable option offers a healthier alternative to the calorie-laden chicken sandwich. With minimal ingredients Read More....

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Each wrap combines the sweet, savory notes of honey and garlic with your favorite spices, creating a comforting meal with a delightful twist.

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[daily-deliciousness]

Crispy BBQ chicken wraps [25 Minutes]

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𝑷𝒐𝒖𝒕/𝑳.𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏

Warnings: Mentions of food poisoning and throwing up.

You knew the second you stepped into the kitchen that Leah was up to something. The smell of something burning hit you immediately, followed by the distinct sound of frantic flapping and a string of muttered curses. You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms as you watched her, her back to you, completely oblivious to your presence.

“Baby?”

Leah jumped, spatula flying out of her hand and clattering against the stovetop. “Jesus Christ.”

You laughed, stepping further into the kitchen as she spun around, clutching her chest. “What are you doing?”

Leah blinked at you, eyes darting to the pan behind her. “Nothing.”

Your eyebrow quirked. “Nothing?”

“Nothing bad,” she corrected, turning back around and hastily grabbing the spatula again.

You peered over her shoulder, hands resting on each of her hips for a second as you eyed the charred remains of what looked like…chicken? Maybe? It was unidentifiable at this point. “Baby, I love you, but that looks like something that belongs in an evidence bag.”

Leah huffed, shoving you away with her hip. “It’s fine.”

“Leah,” you deadpanned, gesturing to the pan. “That is not fine.”

She turned the burner off with a dramatic flourish. “It’s fine enough.”

You gave her a look. “I’m not eating that.”

Leah groaned, shoving you again. “You never let me cook for you.”

“Because you can’t cook,” you said simply.

She gasped, utterly scandalised. “I can cook.”

“No, you attempt to cook,” you corrected, grinning.

She pouted, lower lip jutting out, and you groaned because this was your weakness. Leah knew it too, the way she tilted her head slightly, looking up at you like you’d just kicked a puppy.

“Come on,” she whined. “Just one bite.”

You stared at her. Then at the chicken. Then back at her. “It’s burnt.”

Leah huffed, grabbing a knife and slicing a piece off. “It’s just a little crispy.”

You bit back a laugh. “A little crispy?”

She shoved the piece into her mouth defiantly, chewing aggressively. “See? Fine.”

You watched her, unimpressed. “And how does it taste?”

Leah hesitated. Then, with a strained smile, she said, “It’s…crunchy.”

You laughed, grabbing the plate from the counter. “That’s going in the bin.”

Leah groaned as you dumped her creation into the trash. “You’re so mean to me.”

You turned, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into you. “I love that you try, baby.”

She melted immediately, arms looping around your neck. “Yeah?”

You pressed a kiss to her temple. “Yeah. But I also love my digestive system.”

Leah groaned, shoving you away. “You’re horrible.”

You grinned. “Order pizza?”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

*

The problem was, Leah never learned. Which was how you found yourself staring at the suspiciously pink piece of chicken sitting on your plate a few weeks later. Leah, seated across from you, watched you expectantly, chin resting in her hand, foot nudging yours under the table. “Go on, then.”

You hesitated.

She tilted her head. “You promised.”

You had promised. Stupidly. You’d thought, what’s the worst that could happen?

You swallowed hard, grabbing your fork and spearing a small piece. You inspected it closely. “It’s a bit-”

“It’s fine,” Leah insisted, rolling her eyes.

You frowned, but she was looking at you with so much excitement that you sighed and popped the piece into your mouth. It tasted…okay. A bit chewy. You chewed slower. Okay, no, it was very chewy. And cold.

You swallowed quickly, grimacing at the nauseas feeling that immediately settled in your stomach. “It’s…interesting.” You set down the fork.

Leah beamed, completely oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Told you I could cook.”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, deciding right then and there that you were never eating her food again. She’d have to kill you first.

You woke up at three in the morning with pain. Not just discomfort. Not just an upset stomach. But an actual, gut-wrenching, kill me now pain. You barely made it to the bathroom before losing your breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Leah, to her credit, was up instantly, stumbling into the bathroom after you looking half-asleep with her hair an absolute mess. “Babe?”

You groaned, forehead against the toilet seat as your hands tightly clutched the porcelain. “I hate you.”

Leah blinked at you, rubbing her eyes. “What?”

You slowly turned your head, glaring at her. “You poisoned me.”

Leah’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes.”

She gasped. “I didn’t.”

“You fucking did.”

She crouched down beside you, rubbing your back. “I didn’t mean to.”

You groaned again as another wave of nausea hit, her hand doing little to comfort you. “Never. Again.”

Leah bit her lip, looking way too amused for your liking. “So…no more taste tests?”

You shot her a look. “Leah Cathrine-”

She grinned. “Okay, okay.”

You groaned again, and she pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’ll get you water, darling.”

You glared as she stood. “And a shovel. You can knock me out until this hell is over.”

Leah laughed, heading to the kitchen. “Anything for my girl.”

You groaned again. Never. Ever. Again.

**

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[cameronspecial]

Let Me Guess, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Rafe knows that Y/N can easily change her mind about what she eats and he can plan for it easily.

A/N: This is inspired by this post.

Masterlist

One of Y/N’s favourite things about Rafe is that he understands her inner workings perfectly and he is so considerate with her. He learned earlier on in their relationship that she can be indecisive about what she wants to eat or how hungry she really is. He thinks it might be a women's thing because his sisters are the exact same way. It’s why it didn’t take long to learn that fact about his girlfriend. “Angel. I’m going to get some sushi and ramen to eat. Do you want anything?” he offers, coming to lie down beside her on his bed. She looks up from her textbook with a shake of her head, “No. I ate lunch with Daisy before I came over.” Rafe tilts his head at her and raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You know I don’t mind getting you something, Angel,” he verifies. She nods her head, “Yep, I’m all full and ready to study.” “Okay. I’m gonna order my food and wait for it downstairs. Kelce needs to talk to me about something,” Rafe informs her, getting up from the bed with a kiss on her forehead and heading downstairs.

———

Around ten minutes later, Y/N’s stomach starts to rumble and her mouth starts to salivate at the thought of crispy karaage chicken and the tender ramen noodles. Her mind can no longer focus on the words she is reading as it becomes consumed by the need to eat. She hopes that Rafe hasn’t ordered the food yet even though he said that he would. Maybe Kelce distracted him so he forgot. “Rafe,” she calls to him. “Rafe.” This time a little louder so it garnishes a response. She hears his footsteps slap against the staircase, being able to recognize the way he walks after months of dating. Once she sees him at the front door, she gives him a sheepish smile, which she hides behind her book. “Is everything okay?” he worries and goes over to her side. He drops to a squat beside her. She gives him a hopeful look, “Did you order your food yet?” A massive grin grows on his face and he brushes her hair back with his fingers. “Let me guess, Angel. You want something to eat now.” She gives a small nod and her smile drops because based on his reaction, she assumes he already ordered it. If he didn’t, then he would’ve asked her what she wanted to get immediately. He confirms her suspicion. “I did,” he states with a small frown. “But I guess it’s a good thing that I already got you something to eat.”

She looks up at him with a grin, “You did? What did you get me?” Her voice is so soft that it warms Rafe’s heart. “I got you karaage chicken ramen and some of the sushi that you like,” he tells her. Excitement floods her and she wraps his arms around his neck. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You know me so well. That is exactly what I wanted,” she exclaims, pressing her lips all over his face. He chuckles at her reaction and kisses her lips, “You’re welcome, Angel. Why don’t you take a break from studying and wait with me downstairs? I think our food should be here soon.” With Rafe, Y/N’s every want and need will be anticipated by him. She’ll never have to worry about anything. 

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Beautiful Stranger

(6) Oh, We're Dancing In My Living Room

Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

Summary: It's time for you to celebrate your first Hanukkah and the boys to celebrate Christmas for the first time

Word Count: 887

Warnings: Pure fluff~

A/N: Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas! I've never celebrated Hanukkah so I hope I did it justice! If I got anything wrong please let me know so I can fix it!

December 7th, 2023Two weeks after Thanksgiving, the scent of fried potatoes and cinnamon lingered in the air as you celebrated your first night of Hanukkah with Wanda and the boys. The living room was cozy, lit by the soft glow of the menorah set on the windowsill. Billy sat snugly on your lap, giggling as you adjusted him to get comfortable, while Tommy stood beside Wanda, his eager little hands helping her steady the candle.

The room fell quiet as Wanda began reciting the blessing, her voice gentle and melodic. She paused between words, guiding Tommy through the unfamiliar phrases. You watched her with admiration, her patience shining through every syllable. It was one of the countless things you adored about her—how she could turn even the simplest moment into a gentle lesson filled with love. Billy’s little voice joined in, clear and perfect, mimicking Wanda with a confidence that made your heart swell.

When the blessing was finished, Wanda handed the boys their small gifts and a pouch of shiny chocolate gelt. The foil coins caught the light as the boys ripped into them excitedly.

“Oh, chocolate coins!” you exclaimed with a laugh, holding one up to inspect it. “I used to get these in my stocking every year!”

Tommy grinned, his excitement bubbling over. “Really? You had chocolate coins too?”

“Yup,” you said with a smile. “Looks like Hanukkah and Christmas have some things in common.” The boys beamed, clearly delighted by the connection.

As Wanda headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, the boys taught you how to play dreidel. It took you a few rounds to catch on, but soon you were spinning the top like a pro—or so you thought. The boys, with their boundless energy and infectious laughter, kept winning, leaving you mock-pouting at your growing pile of lost gelt.

Just as you were about to snag a victory, Wanda’s voice floated in from the kitchen. “Come on, you three, dinner is ready!”

The boys whooped, grabbing their gelt and darting off, leaving you to sulk. Wanda met you at the doorway, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in for a kiss. “What’s got you all pouty, pretty girl?” she teased, her lips brushing against your cheek.

“They kept beating me, and I was finally about to win,” you said with a dramatic sigh, earning another kiss from her, this time on the corner of your mouth.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ve got seven more nights of this,” she reminded you, her smile coaxing one from you in return.

The dining table was a feast of golden roast chicken, crispy latkes, and an array of colorful side dishes. The boys chattered excitedly about their dreidel victories as you sat beside Wanda, sneaking glances at her and marveling at how lucky you were.

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December 24-25, 2023The house was bathed in soft, twinkling lights, the Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner, its ornaments glinting in the glow. Wrapped gifts lay neatly beneath it, the fireplace crackling softly in the background. You could barely contain your excitement as you handed the boys matching plaid pajamas.

“Family Christmas pajamas!” you declared, grinning as Wanda shook her head fondly at your enthusiasm.

The boys were quick to change, giggling as they admired the bear graphics on their tops. Wanda’s shirt said “Mama,” yours read “Papa,” and the boys’ shirts proudly displayed “Little” above the bears.

“It’s perfect,” Wanda murmured, leaning into your side as you both sipped hot chocolate, her arm draped lazily over your waist.

The boys begged to open one gift each, their wide eyes and pleading voices impossible to resist. “Okay, just one,” you relented with a laugh.

They tore into their gifts, unwrapping Nerf guns and immediately launching into an impromptu battle, their laughter echoing through the house. As bedtime approached, you and Wanda helped them set out milk and cookies for Santa before tucking them in.

“Goodnight, boys,” Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to each forehead.

“Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy,” they chorused, their voices sleepy but filled with happiness.

The next morning came early, the boys bounding into your room with uncontainable excitement. You carried your mugs of coffee to the living room, settling onto the couch beside Wanda as the boys dove into their presents. Wrapping paper flew in every direction, and their squeals of joy filled the room.

When only two gifts remained, you exchanged a look with Wanda, a shared smile of anticipation. “Alright, boys, these are from your mom and me,” you said, handing them each a box.

Tommy and Billy tore into the packages, their eyes lighting up as they revealed shiny Nintendo Switch Lites. They screamed in delight, throwing themselves at both of you in a flurry of hugs.

“Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Daddy!” they shouted.

Wanda chuckled, ruffling their hair. “Now, let Daddy put the cases and screen protectors on them before you start playing.”

“Yes, Mommy!” they replied in unison before scurrying off to admire their new consoles.

The rest of the day was spent amidst the chaos of new toys, chocolate-stained fingers, and snow falling gently outside. You watched it all from the couch, Wanda nestled into your side, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

It was, without a doubt, the perfect Christmas.

[yeonjisstuff]

Husband!Nanami who worked just for you, who dedicated every hour of work and every penny he earned to you and your relationship. He had a lot of plans for the both of you in the future, and he desperately wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, hell, maybe even start a family with you once his savings hit the milestone.

But work could be so. fucking. draining.

He would often come home, too exhausted to even shower or take off his clothes, slumping on the sofa as soon as he stepped foot into the living room.

And today could honestly not get any worse for Nanami. Not only was he forced to stay an hour overtime, but he was forced to work on a project that he had little to no interest in. On top of that, nobody from his work group were cooperating, and his boss wasn't answering his emails about it. He swore he'd open his own fucking business one day so he wouldn't have to deal with shit like this.

|Kento❤️: Honey, i'm sorry, but i think i'll be late tonight. You can eat dinner without me.

|You: Alright, Kento. Don't push yourself too hard. I love you.

|Kento❤️: I'll try. I love you too.

But even if he worked too hard from time to time, you were so understanding.

You never complained, not even the slightest, and you never asked him anything. Nothing but his love, and that was, without a doubt, one of the many reasons why he loved you so much.

He came home expecting that you were asleep, that the house was dark, considering the fact that it was 11 pm, but instead, he was welcomed by the smell of lovely food, and a warm, dim, light illuminating the house. Out of pure curiosity, he peeked his head into the kitchen, the smell of garlic filling the room. Nanami loved garlic fried food.

He watched as you assembled a plate, merely one big portion of chicken-garlic alfredo pasta, along with some crispy garlic bread, taking the plate as you headed for the dining room.

You jumped a bit when you saw Nanami, but the slight shock on your expression was replaced by a soft smile, before you spoke in a calm tone.

"Oh, Kento! You're just on time. I made you dinner!"

You cheered as you walked to the dining table, placing the plate and some utensils on the wooden surface, even filling a glass of ice cold water up for him.

Nanami hadn't felt such relief, love, and gratitude in ages. Ofcourse he felt those things with you often, but this specific day... this was just what he needed, and he couldnt be more grateful.

Or maybe, he could.

He could definitely be more grateful, which was maybe why he was now laying on his stomach, big arms wrapped around your thighs as his tongue practically made love to your pussy.

He was moaning against your core like a starved man, almost as if your slick could make him more satisfied and full than the delicious pasta and bread he had just gulped down

"K-Kento..! P-please, mngh... right there!"

You cried out, feeling his tongue pressing flat against your clit, his pace only increasing the more you pleaded. You were practically in heaven at this point, and just as you thought it couldn't get better, you gushed around his tongue, letting out the most sinful sounds as you tugged at his hair, feeling him lightly kissing your pussy to soothe your orgasm.

Your breath hitched as you felt him crawl up to you, his body hovering over you as he looked at you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck, his breath sending tingles down your spine as he whispered

"Just one more... Please, baby? 'wanna feel you cum around my cock.."

a/n: i deadass cant get myself to write my upcoming fic.. I'M TRYING I SWEAR😭😭😭

Divider credits on my pinned!!!

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CHAINED BY DESIRES

—ONESHOT

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Sinner! Fem! Reader

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Lucifer owns your soul in this one. Slightly suggestive at the end, no smut.

Notes: I noticed that many writers have been writing about the reader preening Lucifer's wings and I may have accidentally joined into writing one.

SMUT | NAV.

Lucifer Morningstar, despite being the ruler of hell, the symbol of evil. He never really is the type to make deals in exchange for a person's soul. Well, he owns one soul—a sinner's soul, the soul of [y/n]. He managed to save her one time from other sinners while he was out on the pentagram city. The girl offered her soul in return, promising her loyalty and he rejected at first but the sinner was persistent.

“You're highness, please. Please accept my soul, I want to work for you. I swear to you my loyalty.” the girl says, kneeling in front of him, pleading to him to accept her soul. Lucifer was nervous, he never tried owning a soul before and this sinner is persistent.

“No.” Lucifer deadpans making the female sinner pout, looking up at him with those pretty eyes. He gulped nervously, he didn't expect a sinner to be this beautiful. He shakes away the thoughts, guilty for thinking about such lustful thoughts despite just recently splitting with his ex-wife, Lilith.

“Please, I trust you more than I trust these demons around me... Please, I can work for you.” She pleaded with teary eyes that made him guilty, Lucifer sighs, clearly already second guessing his decisions as golden paper appeared out of thin air, floating towards the sinner.

“Alright, fine. Please read the fine print.” he deadpans and the sinner's eyes gleam as she reads the paper. Lucifer wasn't asking much of her, he just wanted her as his assistant as he had trouble managing his own kingdom after Lilith left and he promised to only own half of her soul inside the palace.

“Well, is the agreement to your liking?” he asked, running his hands through his hair. Already contemplating if he's doing something right.

“Yes, thank you so much Sir!” She says as a pen manifested out of thin air and she gently grabbed it and signed her name—[y/n] in a pretty cursive writing. The paper rolls into a scroll and to seal the deal, Lucifer offers his hand for a handshake.

“I hope you don't disappoint me.” he says with a small smirk and [y/n]'s shakes his hand and gold immediately surrounded them and a golden chain was wrapped around [y/n]'s pretty throat, the chain attached to Lucifer's hand.

[Y/n] brought her hand to feel the chains around her neck, she's surprised it isn't tight—it felt comfortable even. Like a necklace. Lucifer watched her, admiring the chain around her neck and admiring that her other eye had a black sclera—a symbol that her soul had already been owned by him.

With a smile he began to walk out of the alleyway, “Follow me, you'll begin working today.” he says and the girl follows him eagerly.

It has been seven years since she started working for him, surprisingly, [y/n] was able to professionally do her work as his assistant, usually the one overseeing important matters in his place. At first, Lucifer doubted her for her skills but she proved him wrong. He can't function without her help.

All these years, [y/n] has been his rock. Making sure he's not breaking down, making sure he is properly taken care of.

Lucifer admits to himself that he is slowly falling in love with the woman, how couldn't he? [Y/n] is amazing, beautiful, kind, and smart.

Knock, knock, knock.

He flinches, his thoughts momentarily cut off from surprise. He turned around to see you at the door, a worried look on your face.

“Sir, I brought you dinner. We're having crispy chicken fettuccine tonight,” she says as she walked inside his room and placed down a plate of the dish on to his coffee table, “and for dessert, your favorite apple pie.” she says softly with a smile, placing down a plate of a single slice of apple pie right beside the plate of pasta.

Lucifer smiled at her, giving her a small nod, “Thank you, [y/n].” he says and the woman nodded and gave him a small bow, “It is my pleasure, sir. Excuse me.” she says softly and turns around to leave the room.

Before she could leave he stopped her, “Wait...!” he calls out, [y/n] stopping as she turns back around to look at him, giving him a raised eyebrow.

“What is it, Sir?” she asked softly, leaning against the doorframe. Goodness, she looked so attractive leaning against the doorframe with her hands crossed over her chest, the black suit paired with a red tie hugged her frame perfectly, showing off her curves.

Lucifer's cheeks heat up as he admired her form and also from the inevitable question he wanted to ask, he's been wondering when the perfect time he could ask her. It's not like it would be the first time they did it but he's embarrassed, he's embarrassed to ask her for help to preen his feathers. [Y/n] helped him countless times with his wings before but now that he already came to the realization that he has feelings for his assistant, he's having second thoughts as his wings are one of his most sensitive areas.

(You thought he wanted to have sex didn't you? SpongeBob that is so disgustin—me too.)

But his wings have been rather unkept and itchy lately and he's in desperate need of assistance as he has three pairs of wings.

[Y/n] looked at Lucifer with a raised eyebrow, wondering why he suddenly became quiet, “Is everything fine, Lu?” she asked worriedly, calling him the nickname she gave him instead of 'Sir'. Lucifer chuckles softly, “I am fine,” he says nervously before taking a deep breath, “I was wondering if...” he trails off.

[Y/n]'s cheeks flushed a little, her mind already jumping to multiple scenarios. “Is he going to ask me out?” she thought to herself, ears warming at the thought. [Y/n] won't deny to herself that she developed a crush on her boss, the literal king of hell, the most beautiful angel heaven created. She doesn't want to give herself hope, considering how much she knows the man is deeply in love with his ex-wife, she can't just replace Lilith.

Lucifer looked at her, clearly flustered and embarrassed, “I was wondering if you have time later? I need some assistance with my wings.” he whispers shyly and [y/n] swear she could hear her thoughts shattering as she forced a smile on herself, “Of course, I have time to help you. I'll drop by after dinner to help you with your wings.” She says with a smile, I knew it.

Lucifer nodded, a small grin on his face, “Thank you, [y/n]. I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here.” he admits softly, the glow of the chandelier highlighting the softness of his handsome face, making her heart hammer against her ribcage.

[Y/n] smiled at him, praying that he couldn't hear how loud and fast her heart was beating, “The pleasure is all mine, now... Please excuse me.” [y/n] says with a smile, a hand over her heart as she gave him a curt bow before her body transitioned into a shadow and she quickly left his room.

Lucifer lets out a heavy exhale, his heart beating so loud and fast against his ribcage. Why does it feel like I just finished confessing to her? He thought to himself, cheeks warm and red like the apple he offered to Eve.

He plops to his bed, his arm over his eyes as he tries to calm down his fast beating golden heart.

He eventually got out of bed, taking the plate of pasta that [y/n] prepared and brought it to him. Taking a bite, warmth spreads to his cheeks. Delicious as always.

“Alright, let's get started with those wings, shall we?” [y/n] says softly as she sits beside Lucifer, his wings spread apart as he lies on his bed, stomach first, using his arms as a pillow or support for his head.

Her hands caressed the bone that connects his wings to his back, making Lucifer whine.

You don't have any idea what you're doing to me.

They both thought at the same time, unknowingly. Cheeks warm, goosebumps running down their skin.

[Y/n] began to untangle the feather tips—the tips where it accidentally snucked in an area where it isn't supposed to, pinching the newly formed feather, rubbing it ever so gently to remove the shell.

Lucifer began to relax, finally feeling relief from his feathers. Occasional moans and whimpers leaving his lips, her fingers against his sensitive wings, making his stomach flutter and warm. There is just something with this act that feels so intimate for him.

[Y/n] was focused, ensuring that she is doing a perfect job in preening his feathers, grooming his wings to absolute perfection like the angel he is. She admires his wings, white and pure, soft to the touch. Tracing her fingers on the alula of his wings, making the male shudder.

It took some time, considering Lucifer had six wings. [Y/n] was able to finish in helping him with his wings. “And done,” she says with a satisfied smile and Lucifer hides his wings away, turning around to face her, now lying on his back.

They stared at each other, half-lidded eyes. Cheeks warm, [y/n] clears her throat and breaks off their staring contest.

“Well, is there anything else you need help with?” [y/n] asked, returning to meet his eyes, looking down on the man lying on his back. The soft glow of the chandelier makes his features prominent—the softness of his cheeks, the plumpness of his lips, his red eyes through his eyelashes. Absolutely divine.

Lucifer clears his throat, words stuck in there. So many unsaid words waiting to be said. Finally finding strength to speak, he looked at her with a small smile.

“That would be all, thank you.” he says, avoiding her gaze. [Y/n] just gave him a raised eyebrow, clearly not buying it. She can feel that there's something bothering him, he literally owns her soul, she could feel his internal struggle.

With a sigh, she places a finger underneath his chin, tilting his head so he looks at her eye-to-eye, “Come on Lu, I can tell there's something else that's bothering you.” she says to him, Lucifer's cheeks reddened, caught off guard by the act.

“Uh-well...” he stammers, nervous. He can already feel the words already climbing up his throat threatening to spill out of his lips.

“I am afraid to say it, I am afraid that it'll ruin us.” he whispers, avoiding her gaze once more. [Y/n]'s eyes softened, unsure what he meant with that.

“What do you mean, Lu?” She asked, voice gentle like winds that used to caress his skin whenever he flies around heaven. With a deep sigh, he gathered hus courage and looked at her.

“I am in love with you... Ever since we met and each day my feelings for keeps getting stronger and stronger and I don't know how to hide it anymore and I am scared you'll leave me.” He says in one breath, closing his eyes as he was afraid to see her reaction.

It took [y/n] a moment to process his words, when she did, her jaw dropped. Heat creeped up to his cheeks, heart thumping loudly against her chest. For a brief moment, the world slowed down and the only thing she could see was him—Lucifer, lying on his back and on his bed with his eyes closed. Strands of his light blond hair falling gently into his face, cheeks reddened more than usual. He loves her, he actually loves her back.

Using her fingers to tuck away the falling strands of hair away from his face, his breath hitched at the contact of her skin against his.

“Lucifer, look at me please?” [y/n] asked softly, hand cupping his cheek. Lucifer shakes his head, “I am afraid that the moment I'll open my eyes you'll be gone.” he admits softly and weakly.

[Y/n] sighs softly, eyes soft and half-lidded, “Please? Open those beautiful eyes for me?” she pleaded, silently chuckling as the redness of Lucifer's cheeks darkened even more.

Lucifer hesitantly opens his eyes, seeing [y/n] beautiful face first looking at him with so much adoration. Did she used to look at him like that before?

“Luci...” she began, placing a hand on his cheek, “What'll happen if I say... I love you too?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. Lucifer's eyes widened, ears heating up, his stomach fluttering like there were a million butterflies inside it.

“I too would like to know what'll happen...” he admits softly and [y/n] chuckles, “But one thing I am certain of is that... I want to be yours.” Lucifer admits, sure and confident. Catching her off guard, he admires how the red blooms into her cheeks, the usual and composed woman now a blushing mess.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't flustered, he didn't even know what came over him to say those words. But he is sure that that is what he wanted—to be hers.

“Oh stars... Lucifer, you're making me want to kiss you so bad...” [y/n] says with a chuckle and Lucifer held her hand, kissing her wrist.

“Then what's stopping you?” he asked, looking up from her hand, his lips still pressed against her wrist. Eyes half-lidded as he gazed at her.

[Y/n]'s breath hitched, flustered, “Are you sure it's okay?” she asked softly and Lucifer nodded, “Yes, please kiss me.” he pleaded, almost desperate.

Gathering enough courage, [y/n] slowly leans down to kiss him. She was taking some time and Lucifer just placed his hand behind her neck, pulling him down so her lips would crash against his.

Lips moving against each other, they kissed each other with desperation. Seven years of wanting each other, waiting for this moment. They finally have it. Moans and whines, leaving their lips.

“Please... [Y/n], I need you.” Lucifer pleaded, desperate to feel all of her. “As you wish...” she whispers, equally desperate to feel him.

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Pile 1

Pile 1 : burger , tomato pizza , salads including tomatoes lettuce cucumbers , japanese cuisine, dishes including chicken,fries ,meat patties ,donuts, seafood like shrimps, salmon , eggs ,cheese , also include loads of veggies and healthy drinks like juices , infused waters ,etc

Pile 2

Pile 2 : carrots , puff pastries, pizzas with mushrooms and brussel sprouts, fruit slushies , watermelon juice, cupcakes , muffins , riggatoni pasta with meat and cream cheese , chocolate chip cookies , cheese tacos , ramen wrapped in rice papper , zobo drink and strawberry, pittaya ,banana, coconut water , peanut butter smoothie .

Pile 3

Pile 3 : chicken wings, spicy mac n cheese, strawberry cheesecake, choco chunk cookies, chilli oil dumplings , lemon garlic seasoned fries , chocolate mousse, fruit sorbets , spring rolls , grape tanghulu , cookie dough , overnight oats ,cranberry juice, pineapple juice, limes and berry slushies .

Pile 4

Pile 4 : mashed crispy potatoes with ranch , chicken wings, seafood boil , cookie dough, corndogs , oats and banana pancakes with honey and yogurt, shrimps and avocados , spinach , raspberries, kiwis, sausage, brocolli, chicken Caesar salad, blueberries, banana, strawberries , green tea , chia seed water , herbal teas , lemon water and strawberry milk .

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