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circeyoru · 2 months

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Unwanted Soul _ Part 5 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 (here)

How you had such a depressing life was beyond Alastor. He didn’t understand it. Can’t comprehend it! But he pushed these questions back to tend to your sadden mood, tucking you in and lulling you to sleep

Alastor sat next to your sleeping form, the room pitch black save for his glowing red eyes that pierced through the darkness. His staff played soft music to calm you down and fill the silence of the room. The only tears you should be shredding are ones of joy and happiness

The people you’ve mentioned, surely they were in Hell as well. They can’t be in Heaven for causing you such torment. He can’t let you see them, any of them. He needs to get to them first. However, for now, he can’t leave you alone in such a state

His eyes closed as he thought out how he’d torture them. Perhaps skinning them till they beg for mercy and your forgiveness? Pulling out their limbs and draining their blood? Letting the cannibals partake in a feast? No, no, he had to enjoy this. They were your tormentors when you were alive, he’ll show you that he can and will be your protector, even a guarddog if he must

But his heinous thoughts were put to a hold when you shifted in your sleep. He pushed away his thoughts while he watched your serene form rest. He put away his monocle, laying beside you and gently pull you closer to him so he was hugging you to his chest. His eyes drooped close. Perhaps he should let those unfortunate souls enjoy Hell a bit longer. If they crossed his path or yours, their voice will be on his everlasting broadcast

When things got slow for you, you found yourself hanging out with the hotel residents at times. They were an interesting bunch to say the least

Charlie was always happy to see you and would invite you on her little activities and exercises to redeem sinners. Though you’d mostly decline unless it catches your interest in some way. On the rare chance you join, she was very appreciative of your presence and wasn’t shy to thank you for joining in front of everyone. Her cheerful attitude was a bit of a hit and miss for you

There was one exercise that got you sharing something you’ve almost forgot

“Okay! Last two to share! Who’s going first?” Charlie beamed

“I’ll go first, My Darling needs all the time to recall!” Alastor directed the attention to him. “My joy in my hay day is my murders. Oh how I felt the rush when chasing my victims, hunting them like prey in the woods. The warmth of their body fading the moment I repeated stabbed my trusty blade into their weak bodies. The—”

“Okay, okay, you can shut it with the creepy killing. Sheesh.” Vaggie interrupted with a groan. She turned to you who was still in a daze, completely unfazed with what Alastor said. “You ready to go?”

“Huh? Oh, okay.” You snapped out of your daydream, unconsciously, your hand patted on your book that was strapped to your hip. “My joy when I was alive… I barely remember it, but I loved going to the library and read all the books I can.”

“That’s surprisingly cute considering you’re with that freaky smil—” Angel’s mouth was immediately shut with the slap of Alastor’s staff

You continued without flinching, this was all a normal banter between the two already now that you were hanging out with the crew more. “I frequent the library, borrowing and finishing a stack of books everyday. The librarian would recommend me new books or save me my favourite corner. I can even eat and drink in the library just because.”

Charlie’s head tilted, “So you love reading.”

“Not just reading. I love books of all kinds. Sometimes I rad that book just cause I liked the texture or the shape of it. I collect books and keep it like treasures. I hate lending books to other because they don’t care for it like I do.” You fondly smiled at the memory, “Then I got a bunch of notebooks too, because I love the design or the cover.”

Lucifer leaned back into his chair, “No wonder your powers are centered around books.”

“Better call you bookworm now! Hahahaa—” Angel was hit by two cranes, one from Alastor and another from Lucifer. Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk flinched with a face twisted to pain as if they felt that. Niffty was living in the moment, wanting one too

Husk gulped some alcohol, “You better shut that loud mouth of yours if you know what’s good for you.”

Everyone laughed and chuckled, Charlie concluding that it was a good exercise and bonding time since everyone was in attendance. Alastor got up and offered you his hand, bringing you two back to your room. You stayed out of it, being in a daze again

When Alastor asked if you were fine, you smiled and said you were fine, if you needed anything, he would be the first you’d call for. So he left you alone

You didn’t tell them. You were that absorbed into reading that you didn’t realize you were being bullied, you were used. You shared your dream of wanting to be a writer that people would love to read what you wrote and share it with friends, to entertain others. You shared your ideas with your friend but your ideas were stolen from you

The moment you handed in your writing, the publishing company said they had one already and that yours was not up-to-date. They rejected your writing. Days later, you saw the newest novel on sell. The title was so similar to yours that you checked the summary at the back. That was your story idea. But your work was rejected so how was it published?

Your nightmare came to life. A betrayal so painful and chilling. Your friend’s name was on the cover. You remember your hands shaking. It wasn’t rage you felt, it was disbelief and sadness. The trust you gave, the care you gave, and the attention you gave. It was all to stab you in the back

You watched from behind the screens at the achievement and success that should have been yours. All of it, it should have been yours to smile upon. But then you were crying and shutting yourself behind the world of fantasy, an escape from reality

Why? Why? Why!

Closing your eyes for a moment, you locked up those memories. They don’t mean much to you now. Not when you had Alastor with you and an unlikely friendship with Lucifer the King of Hell himself, then there was the silly demons of this hotel. Ironic how you found true friends in demons

That’s why when you saw Mimzy again in the hotel, you were skeptical and burning with rage. She had someone as amazing and caring as Alastor to call as a friend, but she’s abusing it without a care. How she has the guts to come back and ask for Alastor, you have no idea, though you’ve seen her kind when you were alive

“You’re a new soul!” Mimzy’s voice made you want to throw glass or grip something until it broke. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

“What do you want?” You eyed down at Mimzy with a bored expression

She let out a sound akin to ‘uww’ with a face of disgust. “You’re never gonna get your lucky someone with that attitude.”

Your eye twitched, “I never said I was.”

Mimzy gave you a fake shocked look, “Really? I thought you were going for Alastor!”

You groaned, heading over to the bar to ask Husk for something to drink (not alcohol) because you didn’t want this annoyance to follow you to your room

“Hey,” Mimzy sat next to you without asking, “You know what Alastor’s like when he’s upstairs?”

You ignored her, but your face of silent rage was enough to get her to continue

“You don’t know. He’s a realy lady’s killer! Not literally, but you get what I mean. Girls and ladies throw themselves at him and he doesn’t even bat them an eye. A nice wave and a dashing smile, then he leaves them high and dry! Oh, the broken hearts he had was definitely more than his body count and that’s something!” Mimzy laughed at the end

What’s that got to do with you? You thought to yourself as you aggressive sipped on your drink. Husk eyed you two while cleaning some glass to appear like he was busy. You’ll maybe admit, you were a bit envious of Mimzy that she got to see Alastor when he was alive, you wonder how he looked. Not like you were going to ask

Mimzy endlessly talked bad about Alastor behind his back. What happened to trying to apologise and wanting to make up? No idea, down the drain at this point. As the others around you wonder why you were still humouring the chatty demon, you were wondering the same. Why are you just sitting here and listening to all this?

“You should shut it, can’t you see you’re the only one talking here?” Husk spoke up, indirectly telling Mimzy to just leave you alone

“Aww, and you should do your job, bar cat.” Mimzy teased back. “I’m given this poor soul some attention cause Alastor’s too high of a standard to give some.”

“Ha! Jokes on you. This hot stu— I mean, cutie here’s always got smile’s attention.” Angel inserted himself into the conversation, climbing over the bar to stand next to Husk

You got up, “This is a waste of time.”

Mimzy faked another gasp, “No way. You poor poor thing. You actually fell for him of all people of this hellhole?” She got so close in your face and not to mention your personal space, “I understand why, but! Ha! That’s just bad luck! You’re bound to get your heart broken like all those poor ladies before you.”

Before you said anything, Husk’s wing separated Mimzy from you, “You really need to shut the hell up before you regret it.”

“You shut it fur ball! I ain’t talkin’ to you.” Mimzy snapped at Husk

Deciding that it was not worth your time, you started walking away. This was drama you didn’t want to be involved in and you didn’t want Alastor catching this happening since he sees Mimzy as a friend still

“The hotel won’t allow this.” Charlie tried to establish order and break things off

“Alastor will leave you in the dirt worse than whatever you were before once he’s had his fun with you! You might think you’re on cloud 9 now, but you’re going to be in a world of pain and hurt soon enough.” Mimzy continued, completely ignoring Charlie and Husk’s words

With each step you took, she continued as if singing a song, “Alastor only like things that entertains him. He never commits. He never cares. He doesn’t even have a heart to care! He’s so powerful because he has no room for ridicious things like love. The love he has is only for himself. Alastor is just a selfish heartless motherf—”

“Shut up!” You turned to her, a deep scowl on your face

“This is gonna be good.” Lucifer whispered to the others watching, “But bad for her. Yeah.”

“Shut you annoying f- mouth.” You snapped, unaware that your hair leviated a bit from your rage. “You don’t know how lucky you are to have a friend like Alastor. Alive and dead. But what do you do? You use Alastor’s name just for the fun of it and for your benefit. You just use it! How can you use your friendship with him like this! What’s wrong with your stupid tiny head?! In Hell, you’re supposed to treasure what you have. Not abuse it.”

Mimzy scoffed, “You think you’re so good? So righteous. Well, you would have been up there, now wouldn’t you. Don’t think you’re any better.” She smirked, “In Hell, we use everything and anything to our advantage.” Another gasp came and she covered her mouth, “Oh wait, could it be?” She got close to you, “Haha, you being so defensive and triggered by all this. You really actually did fall for him.”

“I love him.”

“Wait? Couldn’t hear you, sugar—”

“I love Alastor.” You repeated firmly and loudly

“What was that?”

Getting annoyed, you turned to the direction where the question came from. Perhaps it was all this anger in your system that made you slow to realize, “I said,” That you were now face to face with Alastor. “I love you!”

Note: This part's major focus has been mentioned in an ask already. And since it's confirmed that you and Alastor are dating in the latest asks and requests, I'm putting this scene in more detail since asks are trivia for the story

P.S. There's something new planned for future chapters~ Remember that lover and friend mentioned? OCs might be appearing cause I can't do rando short forms. Still thinking... You're thoughts? Or should I just end this series?

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frogchiro · 1 year

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Hello! I just wanted to say I've been enjoying your writing immensely, particularly the COD omegaverse content really got to me :D You and 🐙-anon made my daydreams go wild, and I felt like sharing! English is also not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

141 with an omega teammate who is the youngest of the group. They know about you, but you have been using suppressors and supplements forever, so it's never been an issue. They are so strong, even some instinctual habits get suppressed. During one mission, the suppressors have been slowly wearing off. The team became aware of it, but you assure them that it won't be a problem (and it never did). Once the mission is complete, they should be able to get it sorted out. The mission is over, and everyone has to remain on base for after-mission activities. You became more agitated in a "nothing feels right" way and also not sleeping much. Concerned about his subordinate, Price confronts you about your state. You drag him back to your room, showing him the nest you've made. You ask him what's wrong with it. You've been at it for days, but whatever you do, it feels wrong. You are close to crying from frustration. Stepping into your room, Price takes a pillow and quickly realizes the problem. There's no scent besides that of the omega. He rubs the pillow against his scent glands, hands it back to you, and tells you to wait. He gathers some clothes from his room and then proceeds to ask Gaz for some shirts, who was hanging out with Soap. Soap asks what it's for, and Price tells them about the situation. Gaz hands him some t-shirts while Soap excitedly grabs his entire bedding from his room. On the last stop, Price takes one of Ghost's hoodies before all three make their way back to you. You stare at them and get flustered once you realize what they are offering. You never had the scent of an alpha (and potential mate) in your nest before, let alone multiple. Gaz steps into your room and scents more pillows and blankets while Price and Soap pile the items on a chair for you to arrange them. Price tells you to "get some rest", avoiding making a big deal and embarrassing you further. Johnny hugs you and teases you with "Sweet dreams". Gaz also wishes a good night's rest with a gentle smile before everyone returns to what they were doing before.

Bonus: It's already past midnight once Ghost is ready for his sleep. On his way to his room, he passes by yours. Not used to the heavy blend of so many alphas coming from their room, he takes a peek inside and sees the entire day's event. Their omega sleeping in Gaz's shirt, Johnny's blanket covering your lower half, sleeping on the pillow Price scented. But it's the hoodie you are holding that gets his attention. The unfamiliar happy purring from his teammate puts him at ease, making him unconsciously chirp with happiness. He's surprised by the chirping he gest in reply. You are finally content, making all those noises even while sleeping. Ghost makes his exit, his heart aching.

Anon you don't understand how happy this made me feel ;;

I don't know if it's Price, Foap and Gaz taking such good care of you (while totally ignoring any feeling for the time being lol) or Ghost and sudden strange feeling taking over when he sees you all cuddled up and scented with his packs scents and simultaneously cuddled into his black hoodie.

It would mean so much to Si :( He's still getting used to other people feeling comfortable and safe with him, he's The Ghost after all, a heartless killing machine with no remorse and yet here he is, chirping at the sight of his omega all nice and warm and cuddled up with his clothing <3

And when he gets a sleepy chirp back?? Even while you're asleep you're still responding to your alphas with a delighted little noise and that's all he needs to know.

His heart may ache with an unfamiliar pain but soon enough you would be cuddling with the whole 141 pack in your joined nest, safe and happy <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #cod x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #omegaverse

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spidybaby · 1 year

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Be quiet, please

Summary: Kylian got a little too drunk and decided to share some information he isn't supposed to.

Warning: Slightly cursing.

Part two

"Princesa, do you want another drink?" Neymar asks you, noticing the glass in your hand is empty. "Please," you hand him the glass with a smile.

Your attention goes back to Melissa and Fayza, Melissa was telling you a story about her recent trip. From time to time, you turned your attention to the dance floor, Kylian was dancing with Bruna, she's trying to teach him some Brazilian dance.

You can't help but smile, dizzying off from the conversation with the two women.

The party was something Kylian wanted to do, not being a very party guy himself, he asked you to help him plan it. And if you were honest, you did an amazing job, all his teammates and their partners were there, his parents, his brothers and close friends too.

"I mean, that's good for me. What about you, y/n?" Melissa asks you. You turned back to her a little embarrassed because you have no idea what they're talking about. "Yes," you say, trying to save the talk.

Fayza can't help but laugh while Melissa just looks at you with a funny expression. "You have no idea what we're talking about," she says as she joins Kylians mother. "Sorry, I zoned out." The blush on your face only grows.

"Melissa was talking about meeting for breakfast tomorrow, just us and Lana," Fayza tells you. You smile really hard, loving how they always involve you in every activity they do. "I'll love to. Let's have brunch at the cute cafe we visited last time, " you suggested happily.

"Princesa, your drink, extra special for my good friend," ney interrupt the conversation handing your drink to you. "Miss Lamari, Melissa, would you like something else to drink?" He offered happy. Ney decided to be the bartender helper since he couldn't really dance because of his injury.

They thank him and accept the offer, ney goes back to the bar to prepare the drinks. "I was thinking," you say, pausing to drink a little of the cocktail. "Ky asked me to start planning the wedding, he wants to have a summer wedding and I want to ask you to help me."

The thought of your wedding with him makes you excited. Since he proposed back before the World Cup, you started saving ideas for dresses, venue ideas, and daydreaming of what everything was going to look like.

Fayza moves closer to hug you, excited at the idea of you finally joining the family as her sons wife. She helped Kylian with the proposal, helped him pick the ring, and practice his speech. She was the most welcoming woman on earth. Since day one, she was arms open to you, knowing as soon as she met you, you were there for the long run. She wasn't wrong.

"I can't believe it's been a few months since that, you know I love you like a sister, count with me on anything."

When you moved to Paris, you didn't expect to find love and a family that loved you and protect you. Not expecting any of that to go so well as it's going.

"Thank you, both of you"

You hug them easily as you were in the middle of them. Ethan walked close to the scene and asks what's going on.

"What's going on is that Melissa wants to dance, and you're taking her," you say, watching Melissa roll her eyes at you but accept dancing with her little brother in law.

Verrati and Marquinhos saw this and decided to invite you and Fayza to dance, accepting the offer you move to the dance floor. Some Brazilian music is playing, probably a request from one of the team guys. Loving to see Ney and Marquinhos break the dance floor with their moves, tonight only being Marquinhos.

Kylian saw that you and Marco were dancing and smiled. He was happy to have you, happy to see how you blend amazingly into his world, not thinking of anyone more than you to do it.

"Go, Kylian!" Bruna yelled as he got the steps correctly this time, after what it seemed like a whole night trying. "Go, Kyky. Go, Kyky. " Sergio and Pilar cheer for him. Antonella and Leo are trying to imitate the dance as bruna directs the whole choreography.

You took Ethans hand, dancing a little bit with him while Melissa and Marco dance together, Marcos wife lost at the bar laughing with Neymar. Everybody's having fun. Everybody's relaxing, forgetting about their worries for a moment.

After a good time on the dance floor, Fayza and you go back to your seats. You are tired from the workout you did in the morning, cursing yourself for it. After a few songs, Melissa frees herself from Marco, handing him to Bruna, and she accepts excited to teach more dance moves. It was her night, and nobody denied it. We just accepted it.

Kylian left the dance floor when his eyes and yours made contact, walking your way, you open your arms for him to get into them, embracing you while you kiss his cheek. "You did it amazing, amour. Such a dancer, " you smiled, pulling away from him,

You both laugh, and he takes a seat next to you and in the middle of Melissa and his mom. "Maman," he yells, a little more drunk than usual, something is not common in him, but tonight you're happy he's letting go, knowing he needs that "Je vais me marier." (I'm getting married) Fayza, and you let out a laugh. Finding adorable the way he's so excited about it.

"I know, my love. I can't be happier for you, " she says, caressing his cheek as a love sign. She has the same thoughts as you, Kylian has a very pressured life, so it's good for him to let go and enjoy his youth.

Kylian recliners himself into you, his head into your shoulder, giving him access to your cheeks and neck, something he didn't take for granted, kissing you cheek multiple times. "Ky, stop," you pull away a little, not wanting him to start something he's not supposed to. Not in front of his mother.

"Tu n'aimes pas que je t'embrasse?" (You don't want to kiss me?) His expression turns into a hurt one, "Chérie, s'il vous plaît" (honey, please) he tries to kiss your cheeks again, but you move your face, making him pout harder this time "You weren't denying my kisses this morning while I was inside of you." You move your hand to his mouth, stopping him to finish his sentence. Melissa can't help but let out a loud laugh, Fayza laughs with her while shaking her head. "Amour, be quiet, please."

He takes his hand into yours and moves it, freeing his mouth. "Est-ce que je te fais de l'effet?" (Do I make you feel good?) He whispers into your ear.

You can't help the blush that creeps into your face. "Ky, be quiet," you whisper to his ear. "Why? maman sait ce qu’on fait" (mom knows what we're doing). With every single word of him, you can feel your face turn more red. Thankfully, the color of the lights helps you.

"Maman, elle m’a fait me sentir si bien ce matin" (mom, she made me feel so good this morning) kylian tells his mother, laughing casually, not caring a single bit about the meaning of his words. "Et peut être que je vais te faire sentir bien, ce soir" (And, baby, Ima make you feel so good, tonight) You try to hush him again, but his hands on yours difficult you the work.

"Oh Chérie, you're so drunk right now, " Fayza, who is enjoying the moment, knowing damn well she'll use it to mess with him later, tries to shush him. Melissa, on the other hand, is enjoying everything, not caring to make him stop but decide to help you. "Kyks, come with me, I want another drink," she says while taking his hands and pulling him off of you.

You stay there, ashamed that Kylian says that in front of his mother, deciding to drink your cocktail, looking at everything but the eyes of your future mother in law. "Y/n, Chérie, don't worry." She says, feeling your discomfort and laughing at how embarrassed you were. "But I have the feeling I know now why you wanted a brunch and not an early breakfast," she joked with you, which makes you laugh, you love the way she always makes sure you're comfortable.

You can't deny that even though you feel embarrassed, you lived for these moments. Yes, it was something you were going to be mocked about for a long time, but hey, it's the memories that count.

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honeywiththemoneyloa222 · 16 days

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HELLO MY DARLINGS

PLEASE READ

So I have heard that even I manifested for everyone

It may not work for everyone

Because you still have to persist yourself

Kinda like this

You could manifest for a job but you still have to work

Someone told me this

And then said that those who promised to manifest in the void for others said that they tried but couldn’t do it for everyone

So their followers called them liars

Please don’t do that

We are the Gods of our OWN reality

Do it yourself

I’m here to guide you

Here’s a step by step guide that actually helped someone get super close and helped me get in!!!

First

What is the void state?

The void state is the deepest type of meditation

It is the state of pure consciousness where your body is asleep but the righty side of your brain is awake

Why we need to keep the right side of our brain awake?

Because the right side of our brain is more “creative”

We have two sides of our brain

They’re called “Hemispheres”

Left hemisphere(left side of brain)

Is for your every day activities you use more of during certain classes at school

This sides more logical

Meaning it knows things like

“1+1=2” “You eat cereal with a spoon spaghetti with a fork”

When you stay still for 15-20 minutes not only is your body asleep but your left hemisphere is also asleep

How to enter the void state

To enter the void state one must simply

In the void state anything is possible

You can revise death, heal someone from something, gain magical powers

Become famous be a billionaire marry your celebrity crush wake up next to your SP

Be the coolest person in the world

Have pink hair etc

Nothing is impossible

If you lost someone you could literally manifest in the void they’re still alive and healthy

Here are the steps to entering the void:

1. Get comfortable I don’t care if you lay down or sit up just be in a position where you feel comfy

2. Put on an instrumental to your favorite song if it’s relaxing enough it can even be a rap song

Just no lyrics

Make sure it’s upbeat enough to make you happy and keep you awake

Or a slow pop instrumental I don’t care if it’s Billie Eilish etc

Any song instrumental that gets you in your mood

3. Whilst listening to your instrumental, I want you to start daydreaming

Visualize your dream life

Picture that everything is perfect the way you want it

The 3D can be altered that’s why it’s an illusion

In this very moment that you’re lying down the only thing that’s important is your mind

Allow your thoughts to pass they don’t even matter

Shift those thoughts into your daydream

Fantasize about your dream life

Feel happy feel good

4. While daydreaming about your desires

I want you to picture your desired self as vividly as you can picture them staring into your eyes

Breathing with you

The breathing method I want you to try during this is

The “444” method

Breathe in on 4

Like this

As you’re breathing in through your nose count to 4 in your head or out loud

Then hold it

Release on the count of 8

So hold it then release on 8

Do I this until you feel super relaxed

Now imagine your desired self

Counting to a hundred with you

With each breath in you both count together

What you’re doing here is you are becoming in sync with your desired self

As she/he/they( your desired self) stares into your eyes

Let them count with you picture them just staring at you with a comfy smile and counting with you

Until you reach maybe 100 or 200 whatever you choose

5. After counting

Still imagine your desired self

Imagine they’re telling “you always wake up in the void”

Repeat after them start saying

“I always wake up in the void “

Create affirmations for them to say

And just repeat after them but using first place like they’ll say “You are pure consciousness” so you say “I am pure consciousness”

Become in synch with your desired self as if your souls are one because truthfully this desired version of you is already you

You’re just forming a deeper connection with them in this very moment

6. Start saying together “I am in the void”

7. that’s it

If you’re not in by now

I need you to focus on talking to your desired self today become in synchronized with them

This will help you feel a stronger connection with your desires instead of putting them on a pedestal

Subliminals to use

For Alpha waves

What is Alpha waves?

Alpha waves are a mindfulness meditation exercise that helps relief stress and many other things

The alpha state of mind is a relaxed state of consciousness while awake when the brain produces alpha waves instead of beta waves. Alpha waves can help reduce stress increase productivity, and boost creativity. Some techniques that may help you enter the alpha state include:

(Credit to google haha)

Examples of when you’re in the Alpha wave state

1. When you sit down to watch tv for awhile

2.While studying

3.Maybe reading a book

These are examples of things we do that trigger the alpha state

To get into the alpha wave

Listen to the subliminal above with the waves included

During this subliminal

Focus on deep breathing

Calm your mind

Slow down your heart rate

The frequency of alpha should be at 8 to 13 HZ

The video I mentioned above is at a frequency of 11 HZ

ISOCHRONIC TONES

Isochronic tones are tones that basically forces your brain waves to move in synch with the frequency you’re listening to

Isochronic tones is what I like to call “Synchronized tones “

You can use binaural beats but these and isochronic tones are the not the same

The differences are

Binaural beats are separate frequencies functioning together

While isochronic tones are frequencies of a singular wave

You could use either one

“What if you can’t visualize?”

No worries!

If you are unable to visualize like I was I want you to practice this method instead

The non visualization method:

Requires no daydreaming no visualization

How to enter void with a clear mental image

1. As stated before get into a comfortable position

2. Put on either subliminal or instrumental

3. Close your eyes and instead of visualizing

I want you to lay completely still

In about 15 minutes or when you feel it’s been awhile

Start moving your eyes rapidly

Not too fast

You know when you’re fake sleeping and your mom tries to see if you’re actually asleep

Like that move your eyes

Not like you WANT to wake up but more like as in you are dreaming

This will trick you into thinking you’re in the “R.E.M” state

The REM state also known as “Rapid eye movement”

This occurs when your brain waves and your mind are becoming consciously aware

You’ll feel like waking up because you’re in the process of waking up

But you’re still asleep

This where you dream

Or if you have Aphantasia(the inability to visualize) whether your dream or not

Many people with aphantasia still dream they’re just low in sensory

Anyways during REM sleep

You’re basically half awake half asleep

The duration is about 90 minutes

To trick yourself into thinking you’re in the REM state

After awhile of laying still and tricking your body into thinking you’re asleep

Move your eyes rapidly

You’ll start seeing little lights or colors that’s behind your eyelids

These are called “phosphenes”

Focus on these colors behind your eyes

Until you feel you’ve are in a self induced trance

You might end up in the hypnagogic state

Hypnagogia are phoshenes which is where you’re between awaking consciousness and sleep

You’ll hallucinate different patterns shapes smells etc

This is just extra information

The main key here is if you can’t visualize

Trick your body into thinking you’re the REM state by moving your eyes

And focusing on the lights shapes sparkles or colors you see behind your eyes

4. When you feel like your mind is blank/fuzzy at this point

Start affirming or counting or both while still focusing on the colors

This helps you take the focus off of your surroundings and your body

Because at this point you’ll be feeling symptoms

If you don’t it doesn’t mean you’re not doing it right

You don’t need symptoms

They’re your bodies reaction to falling asleep

That floating feeling

Is also part of your body falling asleep

You ever had dream you were falling and you wake up thinking you were falling?

The void requires no symptoms

So if you get some don’t get excited

It just means your body is full asleep

It only takes 15 minutes to fall asleep

The Gateway Experience

First and foremost it’s important to know not to use too many different brain wave audios choose a few you resonate with the most

This audio below is from either the 60s or 80s

Anyways it’s been proven by the CiA that the void state exists

Monks have done for centuries tapping into it whilst chanting the OM mantra

Below I’ve provided the hemi synch subliminal and a theta wave subliminal one with the OM mantra one without

And one is for shifting realities but you can block out the shifting affs if you just wanna enter the void

We have different brain waves here’s what each one is and used for

Beta wave: Alertness awakened consciousness active thinking

Examples

You in school or work

Theta wave: Creativity

Dreaming deep meditative states

Examples

Meditation or when you’re about to fall asleep

Delta waves: Deep sleep

Reduced waking consciousness

Examples

Deep sleeping

Epilson waves: Spiritual awareness and insight along with inspiration

Subliminals I recommend

And good luck guys

I love you babies so much

But please remember not to give these subliminals or even me

Power

The power lies within you

So if these work

It’s because you allow them too

You might think you’re self concept is good

But there’s two versions of your mind

Your 3D brain and your 4D brain

Your 4D brain is where your imagination lies

Your 3D brain is you right now

Both are you but they must both be in synch

Your 3D brain needs to also know your power

In other words you could say all you want that you’re “The God of your reality” or that you “Enter the void easily”

But you need to actually believe it

Many believe that reprogramming the subconscious mind takes months or weeks have clearly never of Psych k

Psych k is a method that aligns both sides of the brain in tune to absorb whatever information you tell it

It’s supposed to require your brain in only minutes

Watch this video to learn how to do it

youtube

I know some success stories are exaggerated but never get discouraged if you do

Search “Electra Soul” on YouTube

She helped me when I needed the motivation

Here is more subliminals for you to try out

Don’t ask people to enter for you

Because it’s not 100% guaranteed even if it was

Everything in your life

Is the way this because of how YOU assume it to be

Change your assumptions

If I entered for everyone but you still have a shitty self concept

Your life would not be better that’s like me giving a kid homework for something he’s already been taught

But he still expects me to do it for him

How else does he learn? He does it himself

Then if he needs help he asks

Reason why they’re called “TEACHers” to teach you the things you need to know not do it for you

Plus you feel so much more accomplished and confident when you get things done by yourself

At the end of the day all you have is you

We’re all just random strangers

Your subconscious mind is not a person so stop talking at it

But talk TO it

It’s like a tape recorder

The current tape that’s in is repeating negative affirmations that’s you’ve subconsciously embeddeded into your mind

Change the tape

Re record those thoughts

Place them with wanted desired thoughts

Here’s more subs for you as I mentioned earlier

youtube

Hemi Synch

youtube

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unsuccessful hope

‌jude bellingham x f!reader

a/n: GUYS i love yall somuch bryv thank you so much for everything!!😞😞 i have school this week so i wont be active but ill try to post i promise!!i get out at 5 pm and i have a good idea for the next fic 😵‍💫 bytheway angst no happy ending (imSORYRY) + short☹️

summary: after months of silently harboring feelings for jude, you summon the courage to confess, only to discover his heart yearns for someone else.

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y/n has been in love with jude ever since he joined real madrid, mainly because he is her brothers teammate, and they all spend a lot of time together.

she always thought that jude was an angel, with his charming smile and his undeniable talent on the soccer field.

she would often find herself daydreaming about being with him, but she never had the balls to tell him how she truly felt.

months went by, and y/n couldn't help but feel her heart ache every time she saw jude. she wanted so badly to tell him her feelings, but fear always held her back. what if he didn't feel the same way? what if it ruined their friendship?

but one day, she finally found the courage to do it.

after their practice, y/n mustered up all her bravery and walked up to jude. she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she got closer to him. but she knew she had to do it. she couldn't keep these feelings a secret anymore.

"jude, heeeyy! can i talk to you for a minute?" y/n asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"yeah, whats up" jude replied, giving her a warm smile that always make her weak in the knees.

y/n took a deep breath and finally let it out, "i just wanted to tell you that...i like you, jude. i have for a long time now. i hope you feel the same towards me."

she looked up at him, her eyes filled with hope, but instead of a warm response, she was met with silence. judes expression changed, and his eyes started to gloss over. stomach dropped, and she immediately regretted saying anything. she could tell something was wrong.

"y/n..um.. i..i didn't want to tell you like this." jude finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"what do you mean jude?" y/n asked, chuckling nervously, trying to control her nerves.

"i like somebody else." jude replied, his voice full of guilt.

y/ns heart shattered into a million pieces at those four words. she couldn't believe what she was hearing. jude liked someone else. she couldn't imagine who it could be. all this time, she thought jude liked her back, but she was wrong.

an argument broke out between them, with y/n feeling hurt and rejected, and jude not understanding why he hurt her that bad, why couldn't she just understand he doesn't like her in that way?

they both said things they didn't mean, and it seemed like there was no way to fix things.

after that day, things were never the same between y/n and jude. they tried to go back to being friends, but it was never quite the same.

y/n couldn't help but feel heartbroken every time she saw jude or heard about his new love interest. she always wondered if she had never said anything, would they still be friends? always wondered would she ever get over him?

he was the first guy that looked at her that way, thought her jokes were funny.

she freezes everytime she hears her brother say anything about him, or say his name. she couldn't help but overthink, did he mean every single thing he said that day? she always thought she would never get over him.

but as time went by, y/n came to terms with the fact that she couldn't force someone to love her. she realized that sometimes, the person we want isn't always the one we need. and although it was a painful lesson, she knew that she would eventually find someone who truly loved her.

y/n and judes friendship slowly drifted apart, and they eventually went their separate ways. jude ended up with someone he liked for a while now,

just like y/n hoped she would with him...

#football #jb5 #jude #jude bellingham #bellingham #judessangel #la liga #real madrid #jobe bellingham #soccer #jobe #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader

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honey-milk-depresso · 1 year

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Hi hi Honey! I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself!

how about crack headcanons for Malleus, Silver, and Lilia reacting to hearing reader shouting "they've had it with Adeuce and Grim" then chasing them with a broom. 😭 Idk it was just something that randomly popped into my head. Take your time <3

TW: Slight swearing, I will now put that as a warning as my friend's sister saw a cuss word and I will never forgive myself for letting her read my fics-

TWST S/o's had it with Adeuce + Grim

Malleus Draconia

It's a beautiful day outside.

Birds are singing, flowers are blooming,

On days like these...

Wait-

Well, on a nice day like this, Malleus was strolling merrily down his way to see you in Ramshackle.

The thought of you greeting him with a sweet, cheerful smile warms his heart and it made him more hurried in his footsteps, walking towards your dorm as he anticipated your cordial greeting.

And as he knocked on the door...

"I SWEAR TO GOD YOU THREE- WHAT THE FUCK-"

Malleus blinked, as he peered from behind the opened door. There he found you standing above with a broom in hand, the two first years and tanuki he had learnt about from you, kneeling with their heads bowed and hung with shame. Were those... anemones on their heads?

"YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU MADE A DEAL WITH SOME SHADY OCTOPUS IN OCTAVINELLE FOR AN EXAM?? YOU SHOULD'VE JUST STUDIED WITH ME AND JACK-"

Malleus quietly closed the door; thankful you had not noticed. He had definitely stepped in at the wrong time and to see you so unruffled and... fierce. No, that might be an understatement.

The dragon fae never would have thought you'd be a completely different person when you're upset. Whatever those three might have done surely had you erupt.

He doesn't want to know why you had a broom in the first place...

Lilia Vanrouge

He had met those three troublemakers during their first week of college, and he could already tell they were bound to create trouble.

Lilia went to Ramshackle on a particularly normal day. He was quite excited for you to try the dish he painstakingly made, and this time he finally had Silver's approval as he did not spat out the whole thing (at least).

He was proud of it, and whatever he had learnt from his Master Chef Class, he hoped you would be impressed by it.

On his way, he knocked on the door. "S/o-"

"YOU FUCKS- WHAT THE HELL- WHO ATE MY LUNCH"

"IT WASN'T ME- I SWEAR-"

"ASS TRAPPOLA, YOU BETTER GET ASS HERE OR I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP-"

"PREFECT, PLEASE CALM DOWN-" "NYEHH- HENCHMAN'S SCARY-"

"BACK OFF-"

Lilia was cut short by the muffled screaming behind the door, and he wondered if what happened. He peered from the window and saw the chaos unfold: you chasing Ace with a broom, who was backed in the corner. Deuce and Grim were holding you back, as you almost gnawed on Deuce's arm.

My oh my, s/o. Who knew you were so chaotic? He decided maybe now wasn't the time to... say hello, and he went off.

"What friends they are... Fufufu..."

Silver

Silver had decided to meet you after a long day. He was up from classes till club activities ended, and he just wanted to take a good long sleep in the comfort of your presence.

He was desperate enough to brisk walk his way towards Ramshackle, urgently wanting to seek rest and comfort in your arms. He pictured you embracing him while whispering to him about how much you love him as he loves you as he would slowly be lulled to sleep by your voice...

"ACE- GRIM-"

"OH SHIT-"

"PREFECT WAIT-"

"DEUCE GET OFF ME-"

Silver was pulled back to reality and his daydreaming was cut short by screaming in Ramshackle.

He looked towards the window, seeing Ace running at full speed as you hunted him down with a broom. Grim was clawing onto the redhead's jacket as Deuce hurriedly followed you, trying to stop you from committing further acts of violence.

He could hear from Ace: "STOP- DON'T HIT ME, I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME-"

"THEN WHERE'S THE LUNCH, HUH-"

"IT WAS GRIM-"

"DON'T THROW ME UNDER THE BUS-"

"PREFECT, PLEASE DON'T KILL US-"

Yikes... Not a good time to enter now, is it? Silver made a U-turn back to Diasomnia as he sighed, reminding himself not to make you upset. Ever.

"I'll just go back to my room..."

Reblogs help! ^^

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sleepiexx · 11 months

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Come on, Cowboy

Alejandro Vargas x fem!Reader x Valeria Garza

Link to Pt.2

Note: them as cowboys has me fainting, if literally anyone asks for it I’ll write a part two with smut 🫶

Summary: We all know how the saying goes; wear the hat, ride the cowboy. What happens when two hats clash together trying to make their way onto your head?

Warnings: Alejandro and Valeria despise each other (what’s new?), they’re both horny little monsters trying to get into ur pants, and ur a bit clueless

Word count: 1037

The tension was so thick, you couldn’t cut it with a razor blade. Their hands had brushed, they brushed!

Gross. Faces twisted into that of disgust as Alejandro’s eyes met Valeria’s.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Alejandro growled, leaving his hand firm on the cowboy hat he’d attempted to place on (Y/N)’s head.

Valeria rolled her eyes in return, “What does it look like, Alejandro?”

Like Alejandro, she too refused to back down. Black cowboy hat grasped between twitching knuckles which ached for a fight, begged for Alejandro to just give her a reason.

“I’m confused.” (Y/N) said, straining to look up at the two with the pressure of their hats both halfway on her head.

She had been sitting on a barstool, just sipping on a margarita and talking to friends when the two came up and disrupted the peace.

It felt like everyone in the room was watching the staring contest between the two, on the edge of their seats to see what happens next. Unlike the rest of the bar, (Y/N) couldn’t tell that they were fighting over her, but she too watched on as they glared at one another.

Alejandro scoffed at Valeria, “As if she’d even go for your type.”

Valeria grinned, loving the way she could get under Alejandro’s skin so easily. “What, women? She swings both ways Ale, you would think that you’d know that about her.”

Alejandro couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her teasing words. Of course he knew that (Y/N) likes women, he knew almost everything about her, he was obsessed. To his chagrin, so was Valeria.

“I meant she wouldn’t be into this whole ‘bad girl’ act you put on.” He spat.

The gears in (Y/N)’s head were turning quickly, trying to figure out what on Earth they were arguing about. Her gaze flitted to one of her friends, eyes locking with them as she whisper-yelled a, “what?” while Valeria and Alejandro argued on, none the wiser.

Her friend smirked at the situation, happy to see (Y/N) getting some.

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.” They mouthed, only furthering (Y/N)’s confusion.

Her brows furrowed, trying to remember where she’d heard that saying before. It all clicked as Valeria snorted and hit back at Alejandro.

“What, and she’s supposed to be into this whole ‘nice guy’ act instead?”

Into? Into them? Oh my god. Oh my god, they wanted to fuck her!

Heat crept to her face, instantly becoming flustered at the thought. She’d thought about it before, letting either one of them defile her in the most delicious ways. Yet this was so much more real, they actually wanted her. Both of them were actively trying to get into her pants.

In all her fantasies, she’d only ever imagined one of them wanting her. It was hard for her to believe that even one of them would like her, much less both. But now here they were, hats pressed tightly against (Y/N)’s head, arguing over who could fuck her, and her mind was having a field day.

“You know what, why don’t we let her decide who she likes more?”

She couldn’t tell exactly who had said the words but she knew that they triggered everyone’s eyes to fall on her. She stared up at Valeria and Alejandro, dazed and confused from her previous daydreaming.

“Well?” Valeria prompted.

(Y/N) stared dumbly, still unsure as to what exactly it was they were asking.

She turned to Alejandro who finally asked her, “Who do you like more? Me or Valeria.”

She gulped. How could she choose? Both were so special to her in so many different ways.

Loving Alejandro was easy. He was handsome, funny, made her smile when she was sad. He took care of people, saved the people of Las Almas daily, guarded his family and Los Vaqueros. Most of all, he took care of (Y/N). When she felt unsafe, or unhappy, he was just a phone call away. His love is comforting.

Valeria, on the other hand, was mysterious. To many, she was standoff-ish and rude, but to (Y/N), it was a different story. She made her feel special, like she was the only girl in the world. Lavish gifts, late night talks where they spent hours discussing any and everything, drunken nights where the line between friendship and romance was blurred. Her love is exciting.

The question of who (Y/N) liked more was loaded. On a normal day she’d say that she didn’t have a favorite, she loved both of them very much. And that was true, so very true, but with the pressure she felt the need to choose.

She wracked her brain for even a hint of favoritism and yet she found none. She couldn’t choose. They may have shown their love in different ways, but at the end of the day, (Y/N) loved them the same.

Her eyes were wide, the words caught in her throat. “I-“ everyone’s eyes were on her, only proving to make the situation more tense.

“I can’t…” she started, “you can’t-“ she cut herself off, taking in a deep breath in attempts to slow the growing pace of her heart rate. “You can’t just expect me to choose between you two.”

They stared on in confusion. What did that even mean? Who did she like? Was it neither of them?

(Y/N) sighed at their disgruntled faces, “I mean, you both- I just, I love both of you. Very much. And I can’t just choose between you, it isn’t that simple.”

Valeria and Alejandro met eyes once again. For the first time in years, trying to work together for a solution. Valeria, as always, took the lead.

She bent down so her face could be flush up against (Y/N)’s ear, “Why don’t we help you make that decision?”

(Y/N)’s eyes flitted to Valeria and then to Alejandro who stood tall, smirking in agreement to Valeria’s solution.

(Y/N) nodded, allowing them to pull her off somewhere where they could get a little alone time.

That bar was getting a little crowded anyway.

#valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria x fem!reader #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria garza cod #call of duty valeria #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfic #alejandro vargas #Alejandro Vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro cod #call of duty alejandro vargas #cowboy au

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CHAPTER FIVE : I don’t want to know more about you. (But I want to…)

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Chapter Four link is here.

Pairing : Sub-Zero / Bi-Han x Reader

Summary : Nearly a month has passed since you first joined the Lin Kuei, and as you spend time with Bi-Han, you started to realize some things about him and also about yourself.

15 years ago…

“May I join you too?”

It had been a few months since you turned eight, and there were a few other kids close to your age in the clan. When you weren’t undergoing martial arts training, you still attended noble womanly pursuits, as deemed by your father. The time you could spend by yourself was so limited that, at times fatigue seemed to permeate every moment.

Fortunately, there was an exception today. Your teacher, responsible for teaching etiquette, fell ill. Upon discovering that your afternoon would be unoccupied, you pondered how to fill the empty space. The last time you had such wide-open time, the wound in your throat had yet to heal. You spent those days in your room, drawing pictures, reading books your mother brought you, and indulging in the very activity your father despised the most: daydreaming.

Your father was a man who was firmly attached to a sense of reality. He was an idealist, he believed in reality, not dreams. He always talked about how daydreaming distorts the perception of reality, disconnects from goals and leads to the wrong path, so he never wanted any of his children to dream.

However, since your powers were discovered, you were left alone and as you relied more on your umbrakinesis, this isolation also fueled your imagination. Reality often brought pain, while in your own dream world, you felt safer and happier. No one could harm you there, everything followed your control and will.

But since your father changed his mind and decided that you should take martial art training with the others, you haven’t even had time to think properly, let alone dream. The moment your head touched the pillow, you were falling into a deep sleep. You couldn’t even have your nightmares as usual because of the fatigue. The rigorous training left you so physically exhausted that not even your subconscious could conjure the haunting visions that usually plagued your sleep.

It had been two and a half years since the wound on your throat had healed. Given the intense pace of the past two and a half years, it was quite normal for you to feel stunned now, unsure of what to do.

As three children argued about who should be the next “it,” all turned their heads, looking at you with distant eyes when you posed the question.

Unsettled by the prolonged silence, you attempted to ease the tension with a friendly smile. Being the grandmaster’s daughter had always created a distance between you and others in the clan. Here was no exception.

“I suppose you’re playing hide and seek. I really like this game!” you exclaimed cheerfully. The tallest boy among them—Wang, you recalled—squinted his eyes suspiciously and crossed his arms.

“Wherever the shadows touch, you will find us immediately. How do we know if you’re going to cheat or not?” he questioned.

“Yes!” added another. “We can’t trust you!’’

Panic immediately entered your voice.

‘’No, no! I wouldn’t do that. I promise you! My mother has always advised me to be on the side of honesty.”

As the silence lingered once again, a familiar sense of discomfort and exclusion enveloped you. When would you truly become a part of the clan? The first time you vocalized this thought to your mother, she grew angry, instructing you to banish such ideas. In her eyes, you already held a respectable place as the grandmaster’s daughter. Yet, both of you acknowledged the truth—the assassination attempt being the clearest example.

“Let’s let her play the first round. If we see you cheating, you can’t play with us, okay?” the last boy spoke, taking charge in a way that indicated he was the leader of this small group.

The chance given to you filled your heart with excitement and happiness, a broad smile adorning your face. It felt unexpectedly easy. In the past, with your brothers you’d beg to be part of the game, enduring insults, hair-pulling, and tripping that left you bleeding. However, you had outgrown such pleas, tired of the mistreatment.

“All right! Shall I start counting?” you said, eager to begin.

“Put your face against that oak tree,” the leader directed, pointing to the sizable trunk nearby. “We can’t afford for you to peek.”

Nodding eagerly, you placed your hands against the rough bark of the tree, burying your head between them. Your cheeks turned a rosy hue with anticipation as you felt the rough texture beneath your fingers.

“Count to thirty!”

As you counted aloud, the distant echoes of footsteps retreated on the dew-kissed grass. When you reached thirty, you excitedly turned around, carefully observing the surroundings. Despite the bright weather and the sun overhead, the residual chill in the air left it a bit muddy, marking the arrival of spring.

Moving forward with small, cautious steps, you searched every bush, tree, and nook and cranny in your field of vision, being careful not to make too much noise and disturb the serene atmosphere.

“(y/n), what are you doing?”

At the unexpected sound of your father’s deep, resonant voice you froze in place. Fear misfired through your heart, giving you the strength to turn around and face him. He stood a little away, observing you with his usual cold gaze. Although accustomed to that look, his power over you was evident. Your father’s imposing presence always scared you, making you nervous and timid.

It seemed the only way to please him was to stand next to him, as if you were a trinket without breathing.

“I-I was playing hide and seek.” you said in a voice that was barely audible. When your father’s eyebrows furrowed against your answer, it felt like your heart might stop beating right there.

“What happened to today’s lesson?” As your father approached, his presence seemed to crush the world around you. Unable to answer, your lower jaw trembled with fear, and your tongue felt heavy inside your mouth. His dominant presence often did more than physical force.

He never raised a hand to you, but his words were as sharp as a knife, and his heavy, dominating aura weighed on you. When he stood right on top of you, you tilted your head back, trying not to tremble under his imposing size. Showing fear was another thing he detested, a sign of weakness.

“I asked you a question, girl.”

“I found out that Mrs. Cheng has contracted pneumonia. When there was no lesson, I thought-”

“What did you think?” your father interjected. Although his voice sounded calm, the underlying rage made you tremble. “How many times do I have to repeat this to get it into that thick little head of yours; you don’t have time for this kind of nonsense. You’re not anyone’s daughter. Don’t embarrass me and our clan any more and go back to your studies.”

While your father practically pinned you with his eyes, the rustling bushes behind you revealed the children who were hiding. As your father humiliated you in front of them, your cheeks flushed with shame, and your eyes shone with tears that you resisted not to shed. Clenching your small fists, you bowed your head to hide your tears.

“Very well, sir.” you muttered in a bitter voice.

With a sigh, your father said, “Fall in front of me.” Obliged to obey, you started walking along the path to the temple. Though you felt the children’s eyes watching you and heard their whispers, you avoided looking at them due to your shame.

As the temple came into view, you saw your older and middle brothers, one year apart, laughing and pointing fingers at you. The pain in your heart surged, and you made a great effort not to cry. The distance with your brothers and the clan seemed insurmountable. Even if you managed to get closer, somehow they were still moving away from you. Swallowing hard, you swore at that very moment.

You were going to prove yourself to everyone in the clan, especially your father.

No matter what happens.

Today…

You were nervous.

It was the first letter you were going to send to your brother since you came to Lin Kuei. In the letter, you didn’t mention being poisoned and almost coming back from death. The first reason for this was to prevent your brother from starting a war when you had not yet gathered useful information. The second reason was that you didn’t want him to humiliate you for not noticing the poison.

So, without touching on the subject at the moment, you talked about your new life here and the closeness you had begun to establish with the clan members. Especially with Bi-Han, you started to communicate even if it was a little. Your conversations usually revolved around the books he brought you from his mother’s library, which you were forbidden to enter. Surprisingly, Bi-Han had read most of them, maintaining a secretive attitude but not holding back from making a few comments.

He was busy, spending almost all of his day taking care of the affairs of his clan. Even if you only saw him at meals, it made it difficult to further the small communication you had established with him.

Aside from that, it was much easier for you to get along with the others compared to Bi-Han. The only exception was Frost. The woman was as inaccessible as an ice castle, vowing not to talk to you. She was ranked in the top five among the most talented and successful warriors in the clan, and having her assigned as your bodyguard frustrated both her and you. You tried to initiate a dialogue with her more than once to make it feel less like a duty, but the constant surveillance was starting to infuriate you. As long as this situation continued, gathering information about Lin Kuei would be challenging.

Everything you’d learned so far was superficial. Forbidden from entering the archive, the only way to go unnoticed was to use your powers. To do this, you had to create the appropriate moment, but doubts lingered. Ninjas patrolling and Bi-Han lingered into the late hours of the night. A few nights ago, you observed Cyrax walking around with other ninjas.

After adding the last lines to your letter, you created a crow out of the shadows. The only shining place on the crow, standing in a black state, was its beady eyes, having the same eye color as yours. Stroking the crow’s head and under its chin, you inhaled deeply.

You could already anticipate the response your brother would send, filled with humiliation and pressure to accelerate your progress. But Bi-Han was a unique individual, different from anyone you knew, carrying a bit of each of them but forming a distinct persona.

He was bound by traditions, his clan was more important to him than anything else, maybe even more than himself. Perhaps the woman who poisoned you was genuinely innocent, but even that couldn’t be fully proven. Bi-Han considered eliminating her a reasonable option. Whether he liked it or not, you were his wife now, and you represented Lin Kuei. Everything done to you was directly related to him.

This fact bothered you more than the invasion of your privacy in recent days. You accepted this mission knowing the consequences, but facing the truth turned out differently than you hoped. On the other hand, your mother had always instilled in you from childhood that there is hope in every despair. Maybe it was a sign for you to look at ways to turn this situation in your favor. If you could find a way to take the reins into your own hands, who knows, maybe you could even change the course.

Folding the letter you had written, you stamped your seal on it and handed it to the crow’s beak to carry. Then, with a graceful movement of the wrist, you created a portal in the middle of the room, again from the shadows, commanding the crow with a nod to pass into it.

The crow quietly passed right through the portal after a few flaps of its wings and disappeared out of sight, and the portal disappeared on its own right behind him with its departure.

You stood up with another deep breath. It was about to come to dinner, and when you left your room to go to the table before the others, two ninjas waiting outside the door moved with you.

Since you learned about the temple’s layout, it took you only a few minutes to find the dining room now. When you got to the room, one of the ninjas opened the sliding door for you, and after you entered, they waited outside the room, closing the door behind you.

When you noticed Sektor inside, except for you, you said, ‘‘Good evening.’’ Sektor responded in the same way by making a small greeting with his head.

‘’You’re early today.’’

‘’I’m going on a mission to America tomorrow. That’s why I finished my work early,’’ said Sektor, collapsing into his usual chair. And when you took your place at the head of the table next to Bi-Han, you took a small sip of the water placed in the glass in front of you.

After what happened, you hesitated once or twice about touching something to your mouth, but after seeing the protection provided to you and the precautions taken, this hesitation disappeared in a very short time.

While the water refreshed you and slowly calmed the tension you were feeling because of the letter, you quietly studied Sektor. He had a strong physique like every other warrior in the clan. His long black hair was always massed in a tight ponytail, and his beard was neatly shaved.

You had limited information about him. He wasn’t much of a talker compared to the others; he had a tough stance and judgmental looks, much like Bi-Han. You had heard how fast and ruthless he was when fighting while the members around him were talking among themselves. One of the people Bi-Han trusted the most was Sektor, without a doubt.

‘’How do you feel? You seem to have recovered quite a bit since the last time I saw you.’’

“I am being well taken care of, thank you,” you said with a smile that you hoped seemed convincing. Although most of the clan still viewed you as an outsider, an extension of the enemy clan, you couldn’t ignore the care shown for your health and safety.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

‘’Do you think that woman was innocent?’’ you asked at once.

“What made you think of that question?” Sektor raised one of his black eyebrows, looking at you with a questioning expression. You took another sip of your water before answering, keeping your gaze expressionless.

“Tomas was with me that day, and the woman told him that if he wanted to drink tea, she could bring a cup. I honestly don’t think she would have made such an offer if she had known that there really was poison in it. I may be a stranger to you, but Tomas is one of you, and on top of that, Bi-Han’s brother.’’

‘’You are also his wife,’’ Sektor said, voicing the simple truth.

‘’Yes, but many of you have not yet been able to accept this fact.’’

“Ginger has a pungent smell, a logical material that can be used to make it difficult for you to choose the poison.’’

‘’Still, I really don’t think she’s the one who planned this. Is it right that it was decided to kill her before this was clarified?’’

Sektor, leaning back in his chair, drew a breath so loud that you could hear it. He put his own glass between his fingers, looking into the it with thoughtful eyes.

‘’Our clan is strictly bound by traditions, so the punishments used to be heavier. As a penalty for certain crimes, not only the person but also their entire family was sentenced to death along with them. In the event of an assassination attempt against you, it does not matter whether this person is innocent or not; the fact that they took part in this act is considered quite sufficient reason for their murder.’’ He went on, taking a sip of his water just like you.

‘‘My respect and loyalty to Bi-Han are absolute. After the death of his father, he made great innovations to move the clan forward. But sometimes he can succumb to his anger, and at those moments, even if we try to give him common sense as council members, he won’t hear anyone. It is impossible to change his mind when he makes a decision.’’

‘’Then what does it matter to the council if he is doing what he knows in the end?’’

From the way you asked the question, it was clear that you were really curious about the answer and trying to decipher the dynamic between them. A small smile appeared on Sektor’s face.

“Bi-Han can get angry easily, but he knows his responsibilities better than anyone. He is very strong-willed to fulfill them. Exceptions do not break the pedestal.’’

‘’So you’re saying that under all his scary appearance, he’s reasonable as long as we don’t touch a sore point?’’

‘’Isn’t it just like everybody?’’ Sektor said, the smile on his face widening a little more. ‘’I’m going to tell you a secret, like you, I think the woman is innocent. She doesn’t know who’s behind this.’’ When he said these things, he had made his voice too quiet for those outside to hear. You asked curiously.

‘‘How can you speak so confidently?’’

‘’I was present during the interrogation, and it became evident from the woman’s body language and speech that she had no knowledge of the situation.’’

‘‘And what is the secret part of it?’’

‘’The woman is alive.” Sektor left the glass in his hand on the table, leaned his chin on his clasped hands, and while he continued to talk to you without breaking eye contact, he maintained a dominant presence that held your attention.

‘’How so? Did you disobey Bi-Han’s orders?’’

‘’Partly. To be more precise, I can say I saved the life of an innocent person by taking her away from here.’’

’‘Oh.’’ You sat back, not knowing what to say. ‘’And why did you share this with me? You don’t even trust me.’’

‘’True, but I want to try. After all, you are part of this clan. Trust won’t build on its own, and I believe we need to start somewhere for this.’’

‘’So you’re extending an olive branch, are you?’’

As footsteps, signaling the arrival of others, began echoing in the corridor, Sektor muttered his final words before the doors swung open.

“There is no war between you and me, (y/n). It is true that you are a foreigner, but it is entirely up to you to change this fact.’’

As soon as Sektor concluded his words, the grand doors on both sides of the room swung open wide, revealing the entrance of the clan members. In particular, Bi-Han and the others streamed in with an air of authority. Simultaneously, a dozen helpers, deftly carrying trays of steaming, delectable dishes, entered through the opposite door.

The delicious smell of the feast filled the room, making you more aware of the tempting dishes arranged on the table. As the culinary delights were displayed, your hunger in contrast to the stress you’ve felt since composing a letter in your room, became more noticeable.

While quietly calculating which dish to choose first, you caught Bi-Han’s questioning gaze. He sat down on the chair next to you and asked in his usual cold, deep voice.

‘’What are you doing?’’

Although your cheeks turned pink due to the slight embarrassment of being caught, you didn’t let yourself down. You gently cleared your throat and threw your hair over your shoulder.

‘’They all look perfect. I was trying to decide which one to start first, but I’m having a hard time.’’

Tomas chuckled at your response from the other end of the table.

“I advise you to start with sweet-sour pork. The taste is absolutely legendary.’’

‘’You should taste the spring rolls too. I'm sure you'll like it.’’ Suggested Kuai Liang. He offered you a spring roll with chopsticks, surprising you with his gentlemanliness. Such approaches were rare in your own house, leaving you occasionally disoriented.

‘’She has arms, she can reach her own,’’ grumbled Bi-Han as he filled his plate with food, but no one paid much attention.

‘’Guys, you are all misguiding her. What you really need to try is Peking duck,’’ insisted Cyrax, pointing with his chopsticks to the dish he mentioned. Your cheeks warmed under the attention, marking the first time you didn’t feel truly uncomfortable with it. The interest and relevance they showed unexpectedly warmed your heart.

As everyone chatted and filled their plates, Bi-Han subtly added some tofu to yours without anyone noticing. When you stared at him in surprise, he looked ahead, almost pretending he hadn’t done it, assuming a guarded stance as if suggesting you do the same.

With the surprise lingering on your face, you decided to try the tofu first, popping one into your mouth. The taste was spicier and more bitter than expected, making you express your surprise. Bi-Han, despite taking care of his own food, watched your reaction out of the corner of his eye. You carefully wiped your mouth with a napkin, in case anything was smeared.

‘‘It’s quite hot,’’ you admitted. ‘’Very spicy.’’

‘’The dish you’re eating is called Mapo Tofu. Is it never made in your clan?’’ inquired Bi-Han, now fully attentive and curious about your answer.

‘’This kind of food isn’t cooked in our clan because my father doesn’t like spicy dishes. So, I can’t say it’s a taste I’m familiar with. I’m surprised that you like it too, frankly.’’

“Why?” Bi-Han focused on you, curiosity evident on his face. ‘’If you’re going to attribute it to the fact I’m a cryomancer-‘’

‘’But isn’t it surprising?’’ you interrupted with a small chuckle.

“No.’’

‘’The tofu I just ate was as hot as if it had come out of the dragon’s mouth. You can even spray fire with a few of them.’’

‘’That’s because your taste buds aren’t used to it. Also, according to your illogical understanding, then I should be enjoying tasteless and cold dishes that contain no spices.’’

In an attempt to stifle the laughter welling up inside you, you reached for your refilled water glass and took a substantial sip. The ongoing banter, much like the one Bi-Han had criticized a few days ago when he deemed your stargazing childish, mirrored the very judgment he had passed. However, this time, you opted to continue the conversation rather than shutting it down. It marked the lengthiest exchange Bi-Han had engaged in without sarcasm since your arrival.

‘’Yes, all these things you’re counting also align with your character,’’ you affirmed. Despite Bi-Han’s automatic frown, you maintained a calm, friendly tone without yielding. “Although, on second thought, you’re right; there must be something that feeds your mood. Am I wrong?’’

Before Bi-Han could respond, laughter erupted from Kuai Liang across the table. Tomas, Cyrax, and even Sektor, less overtly, stifled their amusement. Observing their reactions, Bi-Han emitted an irritated growl.

‘‘What the hell are you all looking at? Eat your damn food.’’

A muffled laugh rippled through them, and as Bi-Han exhaled a deep breath of icy smoke, the others refocused on their meals, avoiding further provocation.

The room, adorned with hanging lights casting a warm, soft glow, emanated a tranquil ambiance. A calm conversation filled the space, punctuated by occasional questions that allowed you to participate. Listening to their daily routines and being part of the camaraderie reignited an ache in your heart.

In your own house, women, including yourself and your mother, were barred from active participation in conversations between your father, clan elders and even your siblings. Speaking was deemed great rudeness, and until today, you had adhered to quietly eating your meals and waiting until they concluded. Now, the opposite experience left you offering brief answers, apprehensive of overstepping unfamiliar boundaries.

Fortunately, no one probed into the evasive responses, likely attributing it to lingering shyness. It wasn’t precisely a falsehood, but the unfamiliarity of this environment left you unsure of where the boundaries started and ended, instilling a fear of making mistakes.

‘‘(y/n),’’ Bi-Han’s hoarse voice interrupted your musings. Meeting his gaze, you wondered about the reason for his summons. ‘’Walk with me a little after you’ve finished your dinner.’’

Choosing not to question the motive, you simply responded, ‘’Of course.’’

Half an hour passed, and when the fruit service concluded, Sektor rose first from the table. Cyrax followed about ten minutes later, prompting Bi-Han to stand and signal for you to do the same with a nod. As you left the room after exchanging a ‘goodnight’ with a smile, the two remaining brothers glanced at you with curiosity and questioning expressions.

One of the two ninjas tasked with protecting you handed you a coat as you walked out the door. Surprised by this, Bi-Han caught the expression on your face while you quietly put on the coat that was handed to you and explained.

‘’I asked for the coat to be brought. It’s colder outside than last night.’’

‘’I thought you couldn’t feel the cold.’’

‘’It is so.’’ Bi-Han said simply. The fact that he did not take his intense gaze off you for a moment while saying this did something strange to your heart. You felt the cold like everyone else, but you were trained to be resilient to all kinds of bad conditions and negativity. Although you could tolerate the bitter cold up to a point, there was no need for Bi-Han not to know this fact. And you also liked the unexpected gesture, no matter how much you wanted to deny it.

Fortunately, Bi-Han quickly returned to his usual arrogant mood, making it easier for you to get rid of unwanted feelings.

“After all, birds can’t survive in winter.’’

‘’I’m sure there are a few survival tricks in them that they know.’’ You said, lifting your chin slightly to get a better view of him. Bi-Han’s eyes narrowed in a way that showed he was having fun.

‘‘We’ll see about that.’’

Bi-Han, walking in front, led you from the back terrace into the garden. The cold evening air took away all the warmth from your face, which was warmed inside. The air was fresh and the sky was clear. Since there were not many people walking around, it was calm and quiet. When you arrived almost running to catch up with Bi-Han’s wide steps, you curiously expressed the question you wanted to ask all along.

‘‘Why did you call me over?’’

‘’To talk.’’

‘’To talk?’’

‘’Do you want me to spell it out for you to understand, too?’’

You frowned at his sarcastic reply.

‘‘You could have talked to me at the table, too.’’

During your argument, when Bi-Han slowed down his steps so that you could catch up with him, you started walking next to him. A few seconds passed, and when you realized that Bi-Han would not answer you with a prolonged silence, you sighed, ‘’What do you want to talk about?’’ You asked.

With the question, Bi-Han’s hard, illegible gaze found yours.

‘‘About your family.’’ His brown eyes, very dark in the moonlight, went down to the scar hidden by your turtleneck sweater. Even though he couldn’t see it, you moved restlessly where you were, because it bothered you that he knew where the scar was. ‘‘And your past.’’ Bi-Han said after a while.

“And why should I do that? There is no reason for me to open my private life to you.”

“You are my wife, so it is important that I know everything about you.”

“Oh, really? Then how about it being mutual, grandmaster?” You used a sarcastic tone against him, echoing the attitude he displayed towards you a little while ago. “If you want to exchange information, you should also reveal something about yourself. It can’t be one-sided.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that.” Bi-Han stopped walking. While you couldn’t discern exact anger, his tone hinted at displeasure with the conversation’s direction. It made you smile at least he was beginning to understand that you wouldn’t comply with everything he said.

“Then you may suppose that this conversation is over.” You stated it in a polite but clear tone. Without waiting for Bi-Han to resume walking, you heard him talking behind you as you started walking ahead.

“What do you want to know?”

“There, if you keep on answering like that—wait a minute, what?”

Turning on your heels, you stared with big eyes at Bi-Han, who was standing a little further away, with a confused expression that showed you weren’t sure you had heard correctly.

“What do you want to know?” said Bi-Han calmly, repeating his question. He covered the distance in two big steps, and when he stood in front of you, you tilted your head back slightly and looked at him.

Normally, his hair would have come out of its bun, tufts disheveled and scattered due to the workouts and studies he did during the day. However, at the moment, it caught your attention that it was standing properly, as if he had just collected it. When you caught the smell of soap rising slightly from him, you realized that he had just been washed. He probably should have gone to the hot springs before he came to dinner.

The places where the moonlight touched his face softened his expression with a silvery light, while his shadowed lines were hard and angular. It must have been a cruel trick of fate for such a cold and arrogant man to be blessed with a handsome face.

“Have you always wanted to have this title?” You said, averting your gaze from his eyes, which were surrounded by long black lashes.

“Yes, I’ve been trained for this all my life.”

“It doesn’t seem like an easy life.”

“Success, as I see it, involves the sacrifices we’re willing to make. I grew up knowing that one day, I’d have this title, and I accepted that reality.”

You responded thoughtfully.

“I can imagine it’s a difficult path. Do you believe you make a good leader?”

The unexpected question caught Bi-Han off guard, prompting him to pause and study your face with furrowed brows. As you two continued walking, the snow crunched beneath your steps, your breath visible in the cold air, forming a mist. The temperature dropped further, the chilly air biting at your cheeks and nose.

“Are you making an insinuation?”

“No, I really wonder what you’re thinking.”

Bi-Han’s gaze was aimed at a distant point rather than at you. His face was again darkened with an expression that you could not read.

“I can’t answer that question, but I know what kind of leader I don’t want to be,” he said. His voice was unexpectedly honest. When you were standing in front of a snow-covered bench together, Bi-Han melted the snow with just a hand gesture, leaving it dry enough to sit on.

“My father has always remained closed to innovations throughout his rule of the clan. While technology was advancing every day, he was determined to cling to the traditional ways without adapting to the changes. However, history has shown us that those who do not adapt to innovation are always doomed to extinction. I want to do the right thing for my clan; we have the potential to achieve much more than it seems. Just being content with what is happening will lead to inevitable decline after a while.’’

“I don’t think you will experience such a thing,” you said in a polite voice, picking up where he left off. You were both seated at either end of the bench, with a space between you so decently marked that one person could comfortably enter. “Maybe I’ve been here for about a month, but I can see how much you put your clan at the forefront.”

“What kind of leader do you think I am?”

“Do you want an honest answer or-”

“Honest,” Bi-Han interrupted, not letting you continue your words. “Compared to most people here, you’re not afraid when you talk to me. That’s why I’m curious about your thoughts.”

It was true that you were not afraid because you did not exactly anger him. Unlike a segment that everyone is afraid of seeing and therefore makes sure not to even breathe in the same place as him, you haven’t seen the other side of him yet.

“I would say that you are an ambitious person. You are stubborn and determined, you can stand behind what you believe is right to the end. But at the same time, you are rude and arrogant, you do not allow people to express their own opinions. You intimidate them with fear.”

“I don’t need to hear their thought. I know what’s right better than they do.”

“It’s true that experience makes you different from them, but one of the important features of being a good leader is being able to listen to what others are saying. It’s not just listening, it’s communicating that’s the main thing. Fear is a compulsion, whereas respect is earned.” As your gaze turned to the ornamental pool in the distance, your next words poured from your lips as a whisper. “My father too could never decipher the difference between these two.”

Bi-Han looked at you silently with his chin resting on his clasped hands, leaning his elbows on his legs, which he had spread out from side to side. With this posture, his large, muscular body had shrunk a little, as if he was giving you space to talk more comfortably, trying to make himself look less threatening to you.

‘’What do you mean?’’

“Through fear, you can easily compel someone to obey you, but that person does not willingly open their heart, thoughts, or soul to you. Respect, on the other hand, is the admiration one feels for a person’s qualities, values, and achievements. Being with them gives you strength, they won’t hurt you, and you want to follow them wherever they go. My father was a tough man, and achieving the position of his right-hand man was considered a courageous task. That’s why they were constantly changing like the seasons, as no one wanted to be near him due to fear.’’

While discussing your past without delving into too many details, Bi-Han’s gaze was attentive, as if he was absorbing the most crucial fact of his life. To be more comfortable on the bench, you slightly turned your body to the side, leaning your back against the armrest, bringing your knees close enough to touch each other.

‘’It must have been hard for you.’’ Surprisingly, there was no usual condescending tone in Bi-Han’s voice, instead, it carried sincere understanding—an unexpected development for you.

‘’My mother was my greatest blessing. She was understanding, kind, and caring. In short, she possessed all the characteristics that my father did not have.’’ As your gaze shifted from the ornamental pool to the stars in the sky, your voice trembled with a longing you couldn’t suppress. ‘’I miss her.’’

At that moment, Bi-Han’s knee touched yours. His movement was so slight and imperceptible that, at first, you thought you were imagining it. However, the coolness emanating from him was too realistic to pretend otherwise.

“It seems mothers have always held a different place compared to fathers. My mother was a good person too. She was always a buffer between me and my old man.’’

Against his small consolation, the lump in your throat grew. Why did he start treating you like this? Everything would be easier if he kept acting as he did on the first night you got married. Instead of getting to know him, he should have remained a stranger, all these conversations and tiny gestures should not have happened. You’ve already opened up to even the slightest emotional warmth, and you couldn’t undermine the responsibility you felt towards your mission with your own hands. How would you face your brothers and your clan?

He’s your enemy.

When your brother’s voice hissed inside your mind like a poisonous snake, you quickly composed yourself and straightened your seat.

‘‘Sorry, but I’d better get inside. it’s getting pretty cold. Goodnight, grandmaster. Thank you for this little conversation.’’

Without giving Bi-Han a chance to say anything, you quickly got up from where you were sitting and started walking back towards the temple with brisk steps. All the while, you could feel Bi-Han’s burning gaze on you.

It’s a mission. You said to yourself. Keep your feelings out of your task.

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P.S : Their knees touched aaaaaaaaa :3

Tagging @mmeerraa ❤️

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hellobabydoll333 · 1 month

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What to do when you feel overwhelmed ☺️🛁

Bc I feel overwhelmed right now and I need a reminder.

1. Go outside, reconnect with nature 🌷

Whether it’s a stroll or just standing in the sun (with sun protection ofc). Being away from technology/people in general can be so helpful when you need a break.

2. Read/watch tv 📚

Doing things like these puts me in a position where I don’t care about what’s going on around me once I’m invested. I’m my own little daydream land & my only thoughts are about whatever it is I’m imagining from the thing I’m focused on

3. Sleep 💤

Our brains need a break from just everything sometimes and sleep is the perfect way to do because I’m focused on nothing at all!

4. Dancing/listening to music 🎵 Learning dances, even though it’s not a skill for me, is something I like to do because I get to listen to music as well as move around and have fun, taking my mind off of whatever is bothering me

5. Journaling 📒

Sometimes you just need to let out whatever you’re feeling & when you don’t have anyone you can talk to, a writing tool & a notepad easily helps you feel better.

6. Hanging out with friends ⭐️ stating what I did above, having people around you that you can trust & talk to helps a lot. And even if you don’t feel like reliving whatever you’re stressed about, you can put with your friends, or stay in and do some fun activity together.

7. Baking 🍰

I love to bake honestly. I don’t even do it to eat something delicious anymore, but just because the activity itself is fun and I can’t explain why!

8. Eat your favorite foods 🍮

Eating delicious foods definitely boosts energy levels while providing comfort & pleasure so usually I feel more grounded & at ease!

9. Whatever other hobbies you may have! Take the time to learn more about them and practice them more!

#angeldust.mp3 #law of assumption #self care #self love #loass #loassumption #dream girl #it girl #dream girl tips #princess syndrome #self care reminder #take care of yourselves!

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snowy-vee · 1 month

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BSC: Back to School (1)

n/a: You all know the drill, enjoy and let me know <33

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It did not hit you that the summer was over until you were in your shared room and a T-shirt landed in your face. You throw it back to the owner, your best friend and the most fabulous person in the building, Dina.

“Are you not going to unpack? We have to get ready for the ‘Welcoming dinner’, hurry up, put your uniform on!” She was almost done with her suitcase, putting it under the bed once she did. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, she could see that as she approached her vanity with a brush, freeing her hair from the tie, her dark curls fell gracefully on her shoulder, she was focused on brushing them until her eyes looked at you in the mirror.

You were sat in your bed with a frown in your lips, you had such a nice summer and you wanted to extend it more, It’s not like you hated the school but homework, exams, activities you are obliged to do… that’s not something you like. The stare of Dina was too intense making you stand up and start undressing to put on the uniform which consisted in a dark brown skirt, a plain white shirt with a red, white and black tie and a light brown blazer with the pin of the school.

This year you had a glow-up, it’s not as if you were bad looking the other years, but this one? You were radiant not only because the uniform finally hug your body in a right way but because you caught Jesse watching you once you enter accompanied with Dina, that made you jump a little bit once you two were out of his sight, screaming on Dina’s ears. The cold bedroom made your enthusiasm go down and that’s when you sat on your bed and realized that you were at school.

“I can feel it in my bones, this year is my year” you said applying kiwi chapstick in your lips, doing the sound ‘pop’ twice “The way he looked at me? He’s obsessed”

Dina couldn’t help but laugh opening the door of the room “He soooooo is, now, let’s go dine, delulu”

“I’m not delusional!” you protested following behind her “Why are you walking so fast?”

You catch up to her her, linking you arm to her as you two laughed in the hallway, casually saying ‘hi’ to others girls that were heading to the dinning room. The school was enormous, so the girls and boys rooms where in different ends, each of the with the same installations such as common room, community showers, etc.

In the middle it was the dinning hall, the library, the music room, the principal and professor’s offices and more, there were three hallways that connected to the other building where classes where taught, you could find you locker there and the study room. The school was surrounded but a lot of woods and deep into them, there was a cabin where sometimes people threw parties but it was mostly for the third years to use exclusively whenever they wanted, you needed an invitation to go there.

“Hate this” You said standing behind your chair “Why do we have to wait? Can she just give her speech while we eat?”

Dina rolled her eyes shushing at you, you rolled them too looking around the room while the principal was giving the speech on how this was a new year and blah blah blah, you couldn’t care less as your eyes landed on the most amazing guy in the room, Jesse. A dreamy sigh left your mouth as you look at his perfect styled black hair, how amazing that shirt was on his chest and arms ¡Oh, his muscles! You could moan just to think of touching them.

The silly smile that adorn your daydreaming face faded as you saw a hand on his shoulder, your eyes diverting your attention to the girl besides him, his “bestfriend” Ellie Williams. Of course, she couldn’t be one minute away from him, always by his side, you’ve heard rumors that she usually sneaks to go to his room AT MIDNIGHT.

You found it outrageous, they never officialese anything but you knew there was something between them. Everyone in the room started clapping and so did you, shaking your head to let those thoughts fell ans sit down to start eating. “I’m so mad right now, I feel less hungry”

“Then why are you filling your plate?”

“Because I am hungry, Dina!”

“I am not your enemy, don’t talk bad to me” She put some rice and peas on her plate and filled her and your cup with water.

“I know, sorry, It’s just- Doesn’t she have anything else to do then be around him?”

Dina looked at the direction you were so fixated, watching Ellie and Jesse eating and laughing with the rest of the people in their table “They are best friends, you and I are always together, attached to our hips”

“It’s not the same and you know it”

She huffed exhausted knowing that you could go for hours talking about those two, so she just started talking with somebody else, you later joined in once your stomach was relaxed and you felt more happy and enthusiastic. When the dinner finished, everybody left slowly the room, some talking with other about the summer, others on their phone or simply walking but ¿You? You were sprinting to your room, tugging your bestie with you.

There was going to be a party in the cabin, everybody beside first years was invited, that meant more time to appreciate the beauty of your soon to be boyfriend. You were excited as you opened your wardrobe searching for something good but not too much.

“I need to look like a slut but not like a slut, you know hat I mean?” you asked Dina showing her two tops and waving them, she pointed at the one in your right “Cool”

She started getting ready too, flared jeans and a cute top was her outfit, she was not going to touch her hair again, she just applied some mascara and she was done. You felt kind of jealous of how pretty she was, and her personality? She was amazing.

“Look at that ass, girl!” you hyped her up slapping it “Are you trying to end the year with boyfriend just like me?”

“Something like that…” she shrugged. Her phone started vibrating, it was a call, you assumed, because it kept going “I’ll take it outside, are you ready? let’s go in five”

You nodded looking at her taking up the call with a ‘wait, I’m not alone’ as she went outside. Whatever, you had to practise your smile and the tone you wanted to use, ugh, this was hard, flirting was hard ¿Why couldn’t you just cast a spell on him and start dating? Skip all the awkwardness and straight to be the love of each others lives.

The door opened and Dina knocked looking at you “Come on! Everyone is gone!”

“I’m ready”

The walk towards the cabin was more sneaky than anything, it wasn’t until you were close that you could hear the music and see the bonfire outside, most of them were already drinking or smoking. The nervous feeling in your stomach was growing, you were hoping to look good, you were hoping for tonight to be the start of something good.

“Let’s have a drink to calm you down, honey” She said sensing how tense you were “Something light but enough to relax”

Inside the cabin there was too many people, you did not cared about that, you cared about not being able to spot Jesse anywhere, not outside, not inside. “Maybe coming today was a mistake”

You look at the inside of the cup that was handed to you frowning your lip in a sadly way, Dina shook her head holding your hand and taking you to the middle of the room, spin you and make you dance. Rolling your eyes you started dancing with her, having fun for a moment, sipping on your cup and maybe adding a little bit of more liquor in it.

Dina had her phone on her hand, checking time to time “Uh- I have to go outside for a moment, I’ll be right back!”

“For what? Dina!”

She was gone from your eyesight, you hated that, this has been her behaviour the whole summer too. You thought that maybe she had a sneaky link but eventually she would talk about it with you ¿Guess what? Almost 3 months and she didn’t.

You let yourself fall in a space in the couch, taking out your phone and replying to some messages from other friends, it’s not like you were 100% a loner but the only one who got you and you could be yourself was Dina.

“Why the sad face? This is a party”

You turned facing the stranger that was talking to you, just to find the face of the last person you wanted to engage in a conversation “None of your business”

She laughed while drinking whatever was left in her cup “Hey, I was just trying to be nice, your loss cause I’m actually very funny”

“If I need someone to make me laugh, I’d hire a clown, are you a clown?”

“Whatever you want me to be, I could” Ellie lock her eyes in yours, your mouth opened slightly narrowing your eyes as you moved aside.

“Yeah, no… Where’s Jesse? I mean-” you cleared your throat, you couldn’t give yourself away, letting Elie know your feelings for her best friend “You guys are always together as if you too were something more than friends”

There, you said it, now just wait to see her reaction or response. She stayed silent for some seconds before bursting into laughter, what was so funny? You didn’t get it.

“Oh, god, you are so funny” She wiped away a tear that came from laughter. “First of all, I like girls”

“You like girls?! Since when?” You were confused, you’ve never heard of this, not even in the gossip forum. That meant that Ellie was not competition any more, this was your year! You were screaming mentally and jumping all around.

“Yeah and I don’t know”

“Cool” now you could gift Ellie one of your friendly smiles, you turned your body on her direction, putting all your attention on her. She must have felt the shift in the whole vibe because now she was the one moving aside. “What were you saying about you being funny?”

The time went flying, you found her very entertaining, she actually someone you could easily talk to about anything ¡Gosh! You could have befriended her a long time ago if you weren’t so judgmental. You barely noticed when Dina came back and touched your shoulder.

“Finally! Where were you?” She sat in your lap.

“Outside, I told you. Hi, Ellie”

“Hi, Dina” she said kind of nervous, scratching the back of her head. You looked between them two as the energy was starting to feel off, that was until Jesse appeared in the picture in front of Ellie.

“Ellie, some of us are going to play poker, do you want to join?” He turned to look at you and he smiled “Hey, girls”

You silly laughed, biting your lip slightly before saying ‘Hi’, you couldn’t believe he was talking to you, even if it was just courtesy, HE WAS TALKING TO YOU. He said ‘Hey, beautiful lady that I want to marry soon’ with his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s go” Jesse helped her get up from the couch and you wished to be her at that moment to just casually touch him “See you around”

She was talking to you, but your eyes were only on her friend, Dina had to pinch you discretely for you to react “Oh, yeah, see you!”

Ellie waved ‘bye’ before disappearing from the room. You finally could breath and giggled pushing the dark haired girl out of your lap and to the couch, not only you found out Ellie liked hers but also Jesse talked to you, the tarot reader was right, this year was the year of love for you.

“Can we go? I’m so sleepy”

“Yeah! We have so much to talk and scheme tonight, I just found out about something so fundamental!”

“Fine by me if that means you’re going to talk alone and let me sleep while you pretend I’m not”

“Yeah”

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Twisted Love | 둘 (chp. 2)

SUMMARY: you were certain that you would never find love nor ever lose your virginity throughout university, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon came into the picture and offered to become your tutor; in exchange for keeping your grades up, and most importantly, teaching you everything you needed to know about sex. it was all just for fun & games, that is until one of you started to develop feelings for the other.

PAIRING: tutor!Sangyeon x afab!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: dirty talk, petnames (princess, sweetheart, baby), public sex, p in v sex, kissing, swearing, blowjob, breast play, praise, so they made a pact 😃, and Sangyeon is insane 😮‍💨

WORD COUNT: 2,250

A/N: jayden lee sangyeon. that's all you have to know.

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This has got to be the worst day of your life.

Not only were you late, and you were pretty much unpresentable (in your eyes, that is), but you also just had to cross paths with the guy who literally took your virginity hours ago.

To make things worse, it was pretty obvious that Sangyeon had been glancing right in your direction every few minutes whenever he could while trying his best to stay focused on what your professor was teaching in class. You could’ve sworn that there were a couple of times he had actually raised an eyebrow whenever he would catch you looking right at him, not focusing on your actual lecture of the day.

This is why you avoid attending parties, and it is also why you avoid drinking alcoholic beverages outside of the comforts of your apartment because the next thing that happens, you actually end up doing things that you’re going to regret for the rest of your life.

Wait, rewind that. Maybe it wasn’t all too bad. You weren’t going to deny that Sangyeon made you feel so good, and you wouldn’t mind doing it all over with him again—

Wait, what?

In the blink of an eye, two hours have passed quickly, all while you have been daydreaming or thinking about what happened last night.

Or rather, him.

As you tried shaking off the unnecessary thoughts, you quickly packed all your belongings away messily into your bag, not bothering to organise them as your main priority was leaving the room. When you followed the footsteps of your classmates, you tried your best to fill your mind with simple things to help distract you—what to eat for brunch, if you should head up to the library to do a little bit of work, or if you would instead go for a little walk outside of campus near the local park.

Before you could even decide on an activity to keep you busy for the next couple of hours before your following lecture, you felt someone grabbing your wrist, stopping you in your tracks as you watched each classmate leave the auditorium individually.

As you turn your head to see who it is, you are met by the same lustful grin he portrayed the night before, knowing that this will not look good for you.

“Let’s have a little chat, shall we?”

Oh, hell no.

Just as you thought, he would not let you off like that, especially when you both exchanged glances throughout the lecture. As the final student left, he reached his other free hand towards his back to close and lock the door, leaving you trapped in the hall.

“It seems like you have not forgotten about me, huh? Was I really that good, darling?” he teased, leaning closer to you.

If you thought yesterday was bad enough, today might be much worse. He was styled neatly yet seductive in your eyes. How could someone be so effortlessly good-looking? It shouldn’t have affected you much; plenty of guys dress like this on campus. Was it because you had sex with him last night that changed everything? Probably, but also, there’s something about him that makes you crave for him, for his touch.

“I-I umm…look…what happened last night…was all a mistake, I swear,” you said, trying to save yourself from embarrassment, trying your best not to bring it up again because you might genuinely throw up thinking about what you did.

But clearly, it seemed as if Sangyeon had business with you. “That wasn’t nothing, sweetheart. It’s more than that, don’t you think? Especially since you were the one who made the first move against me.”

God, Y/N. What exactly have you done while you were drunk?

“N-No! It must be the alcohol, and I’m so sorry for what I did. I promise it was an accident!”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t convinced in the slightest bit. “There are no such things as accidents.”

Suddenly, he wrapped his fingers again under your chin and lifted your head slightly to ensure you had all eyes on him. You swore the tension in the air swiftly, making breathing harder each second. Something in your gut just tells you that whatever he was going to bring up next will probably not be good.

And you were absolutely right.

“Say, princess. I heard that you needed to pass this semester with at least a GPA of 3.5 and above to be able to move on to the next. Why not I’ll help tutor you to ensure you keep up the grades?”

“But…aren’t you just supposed to help the professor prepare class materials for each lecture?”

“Oh, honey. Teacher’s assistants do more than just that.”

Sangyeon began taking a few steps forward, all while his hands were still under your chin. His other free hand slowly wrapped around your waist, pushing you backwards.

“You see, we do more than just helping the professors prepare the class materials. We also keep an eye on all students to ensure that nobody is falling behind or failing classes. It just so happens that you will definitely need some assistance, especially after your performance from last semester, as I have seen.”

Both of you were still moving backwards slowly, and all this time you kept your gaze on him. As much as you felt slightly terrified of the whole situation and also of Sangyeon, another part of you was entranced by him.

“Besides that, I think you owe me a little something, don’t you think?”

“W-What are you talking about?” you questioned before you felt your back bump against the podium located right at the centre of the stage. Immediately, Sangyeon moved both of his hands to both sides, cornering you to ensure that there was not even the slightest chance of escape for you.

“Who did you think actually carried you all the way back to the comforts of your apartment last night?”

Oh, him.

Looking at how you immediately connected the dots, a somewhat devilish grin was plastered on his face. Now, you weren’t sure if you would want to hear his proposal.

“What are you suggesting, Sangyeon?” You tried your best not to shiver, but it seemed that your tensed body movements gave it all away, making the grin on his face grow wider each second.

“I’m giving you a special package, sweetheart. I tutor you, and you repay me by making me feel good.”

Wow, that was direct as hell.

You tried your best to straighten up and retaliate. “W-What makes you think I would have sex with you again? Don’t you know the phrase ‘whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’?”

“Let’s be real. It was your first time last night, and you clearly have no experience in all of this. You’re eager to find out and learn more about it anyway.”

“H-How did you know it was my first?”

He chuckled. “Baby, it was pretty obvious with the way you cummed.”

Right, the first time was always different. Your roommate told you so when you talked about it the previous semester.

With that, you shut your eyes tight, not wanting to face reality at the moment. You just wished you could fly yourself out to space, not wanting to return again.

“I’m helping you out in both ways, princess. It’s basically killing two birds with a stone. I’d say it’s a pretty good deal. So, what do you say?”

You had no idea how whatever happened thirty minutes ago led you into the situation you are in right now.

Everything happened so quickly, and you both were having a pretty heated make-out session at the podium. Sangyeon immediately crashed his lips onto yours, savouring you like he did the day before. Obviously, there were no traces of alcohol left on your lips, but there was just something about them that lured him in, licking and kissing them as if it was his first time.

There was no way you could back off, especially when his lips tasted so good, causing you to whimper slightly throughout the kisses. Naturally, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted your head, wanting him to deepen the kiss.

One thing led to another; you both then proceeded to the back room, where it was pitched black and quiet. Next thing you knew, Sangyeon pulled his pants down vigorously and made you bend on your knees, positioning your mouth right at his cock before placing his thumb right at your mouth, opening it before making you take in his whole length.

You could tell that he was already hard as fuck, especially when his bulge was pretty much evident through his pants as you both were making out as you felt it hit against your thigh. But now you were finally tasting all the goodness; this was the monster cock that he inserted into your core last night, making you feel as if you were on cloud nine.

You sucked on it for a while before you naturally decided to move upwards a bit and circle your tongue around his tip. That was when you heard Sangyeon’s groan, and you opened your eyes to see that he arched his back and his head tilted backwards, indicating that he was enjoying this whole situation that was going on.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re doing so good for me, princess.”

“Am I…doing a great job?” You asked in between the kisses.

“More than ever, baby. God, you’re taking my cock so well,” he groaned before he grabbed hold of your hair and decided to push you in deeper, to the point that his tip reached the back of your throat, making you whimper slightly.

“That’s it, baby. Keep it coming,” he growled, pushing you at a faster pace now, his cock getting deeper down your throat. In return, you could only shut your eyes tight, keeping up the pace until you finally felt his body twitch.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum inside you, princess,” that was his final warning because seconds later, he released all of his liquid into your mouth, the excess dripping down from the corners of your mouth. Sangyeon made sure that you didn’t waste a drop, making you swallow them all in front of him.

“Tell me, how does it taste?”

“I-It tastes so good…”

As soon as he heard that, he quickly pulled you up and slammed you down on one of the tables nearby, quickly pulling down the cargo pants that you were wearing before he had a little moment of admiring your ass, his hands moving in circular motions around them.

“You’re so pretty, princess. And this is all for me,” Sangyeon praised before he grabbed hold of your underwear, pulling them down before positioning his cock at your entrance and pushing it all the way in, earning a yelp from you in return.

He didn’t even give you time to adjust this time, it was as if he had gone ballistic, and all he wanted to do was to fuck you deep and hard.

“Did you miss my cock, baby?”

“Hhngh…v-very much, Sangyeon…”

“How does it feel for me to be in you again?”

“It feels…so good…” you whispered as you tried to catch your breath in between each thrust.

“Take it all, baby. Take all of my cock,” he picks up his pace, thrusting in you harder and harder each second. He was basically just tearing your walls apart at this point, and he just continued to push in deeper with each moan and whimper you let out.

“S-Sangyeon…I’m not going to last…” you cried.

“Then cum with me then, do it together with me, baby.”

Leaning down to grab hold of your neck as he diverted your direction towards him, he crashed his lips onto yours again, all while he was fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. The kisses continued, and you were certain he was out of his mind now, not letting you breathe properly through it all.

Eventually, you screamed into the kiss as you both finally released both of your liquids together, now slowing down the pace as you both broke apart for a breath of fresh air. Throughout the heavy panting, Sangyeon was slowly massaging your breasts, resting his head with yours.

“So, Y/N. What do you say about our proposal?”

It was the first time you heard him say your name, and it definitely sounded so good coming out of his mouth.

So many red flags went through your mind. You knew very well how this was all a bad idea. There’s no way you could accept a trade like this; it was absolutely insane and out of the question. He was just a one-night stand, and now, your teacher’s assistant. Whatever happened between you two should’ve just stopped right there and then. It was far too risky and dangerous to keep this going.

Saying no is the only probable answer at this point. There was no way you were going to agree with all of this.

No, you couldn’t.

Ever.

“You know…you’re umm…actually pretty good…with all of this…” you stammered, mentally wanting to slap yourself for even blurting out all of that.

That comment only made Sangyeon grin much wider than he already did before, causing him to pull you up as he kissed you deeper and continued fondling your breast roughly.

“I knew you’d say yes, sweetheart.”

Oh, god. Whatever have you got yourself into?

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow x FemReader around maybe year 6 Sebastian is maybe seen flirting or kissing another girl and reader just gets upset and Ominis reassures and comforts them that Sebastian cares about them.

Terrible // Sebastian Sallow x Reader x Ominous Gaunt

Summary: You and Sebastian have a fight, and Ominous does his best to fix the problem.

Word Count: 750

Warnings: cheating Seb, angst!, verbal fight, fluff Ominous

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It was Friday after class, and your entire weekend was full of mischievous activities with Sebastion. You were going to go on a date, a picnic to be exact, tonight. Then sneak up to the astronomy tower and watch the meteor shower on Saturday. You were swooning for Sebastian, daydreaming about the plans.

Walking out the doors to the middle courtyard, you spotted Sebastian, a smile grew on your face as you walked towards him.

You stop dead in your tracks, Sebastian was leaning over the Ravenclaw prefect, his hands resting above her head. “I just love your voice,” Sebastian was flirting with her, she giggled her hand brushing down his arm. You turned quickly, trying to hold back your tongue. You rushed through to corridors, dodging other students. You ended up in the greenhouse, finding a secluded corner by the various pond. You sat against the glass paneling, pretending to busy yourself in your notebook.

“Hey baby,” you heard a familiar voice from above, you looked up, and Sebastian smiled down at you.

“What do you want?” you looked back down at your notebook, a stray tear falling onto the open pages.

“Woah what's wrong?” Sebastian held out his hand, you didn’t move.

“Go back to that other girl,” your words were harsh, “You just love her voice.”

“That wasn’t anything, I was ju-” He was beginning his excuse.

“No Sebastian, I won’t let you lie to me like you do everyone else,” you shoved your notebook into your bag, standing. Sebastian grabbed your arm.

“Y/n really, I was-”

“Just shut up while you’re ahead,” you shoved his hand away. Storming off, you hurried through the halls, ramming right through groups.

You made it to the Slytherin common room, finding peace on the couch near the big windows. Sometimes you liked to sit and imagine the giant squid swimming by, students always claimed to see it but that was a lie. You opened a book, staring at it blankly, as long as you pretended to be busy no one would bother you.

“Hey,” Ominous was standing in front of you, “I uh-” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I overheard your fight with Sebastian,” you patted the seat next to you. He sat hesitantly, you felt a surge of frustration rushes over you.

“Yeah, he’s just terrible,” you heard yourself speak, your book falling off your lap. A pressed flower fell out, a flower Sebastian gave you on your first official date. You picked it up, a feeling of guilt washing over you.

“I just don’t think I’m good enough for him,” you pushed the flower back into the book, your true feeling escaping your mouth, “He could have any girl in the entire world.”

You felt your eyes swell with tears, dabbing them with your robe sleeve.

“That’s not true,” Ominous set his hand on your wrist. You wrapped your arms around him, sobbing onto his shoulder, his body tensed at your touch.

“Sebastian was flirting with somebody else already,” Your voice was whispered and muffled, assuring no one else in the echoey common room could hear you.

“That’s not true,” Ominous said abruptly.

“Yes it was!” you shouted, how could Ominous not believe you. People's heads turned to look, eyes shifting uncomfortably.

“I talked to Sebastian, he was only trying to get the perfect to help you two sneak out,”, Ominous pushed you back.

“Oh my god, I have to go,” you stood, gathering your things and hurrying around the castle. Running to every possible corner, You finally found Sebastian at the boathouse, he was sitting on the edge of the dock, the tip of his foot skimming the water. You stood breathing, huffing, from your journey. You walked slowly, sitting next to him. You grabbed his hand, placing the pressed flower into it.

‘Sebastian,” you spoke softly, “Ominous told me what really happened,” he looked continued looking down, “I’m really sorry.”

He stayed silent, moving around the fragile flower in his hand. You two sat in silence, the sun setting on the horizon.

“I-I know what it looked like,” he said shakily, stuttering over his words, “I just-well she overheard Ominous and me talking about it and I had to make sure she wouldn't snitch,” he shook his head.

“Oh Seb, I feel terrible,” you put your arm around him.

“Goes for both of us,” he layed his head on top of yours.

You both stayed down there, feet dangling over the water, arms around each other in forgiveness.

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ozzgin · 9 months

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Yandere! Kaiou Retsu x Artist! Reader

You open the door to the Shinshinkai Dojo and greet some of the men in the hall with a nod.

"You're here earlier than usual." One of them comments as you pass by.

"Yeah, the last lecture was cancelled and I had no other plans", you respond with a smile.

"You know it's getting serious when your free time is turned into training time. That's how it was for me!" the man lets out a hearty laugh.

"No way, I'm not made for this." You wave your hand in dismissal. "I'm just going with the flow and seeing where that takes me."

You go on your way, ruminating over the brief exchange. It's been a few months since you began taking karate lessons at the Dojo. You still remember Katsumi's perplexed expression as you stood before him, handing over the sign up papers.

"A-are you sure? The sparring can get quite rough and you're... well... uh..."

"You advertise it as perfect for self defense. Who needs it more, the buff pal over there or this short college student that can't even sketch in the park without being harassed by perverts?"

You slap the papers on the table with a loud thud. The man blushes slightly, realizing the irony.

"I apologize. You're entirely right." He scans over the form. "Evening classes. That's when I teach, actually! Looking forward to seeing you, then."

After the first few weeks of mostly standard workout in order to build stamina, you started learning the basics. Katsumi was greatly surprised and equally impressed by your unexpected skill. Turns out you weren't half bad at this! And so he suggested you show up more often, because he wanted to see how your newly discovered talent would develop in time.

As thankful as you are for his support, you find the whole ordeal rather funny. You don't have any intention of becoming some professional fighter. You're an artist and plan to remain one for the indefinite future. The little karate hobby serves as your dose of healthy activity and as the occasional inspiration, since you particularly enjoy recreating the human body and its intricacies on paper or in clay.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Katsumi spots you and gestures for you to come over. Your nostalgic daydreaming has been interrupted. "Remember when I said that it helps to expand your knowledge? I have just the person for that." He places a hand on your back and guides you further into one of the main rooms.

"Here she is, Retsu-san. You might not believe it at first, neither did I, but I guarantee you she has a lot of potential."

You bow slightly to the stranger in front of you and he silently returns the gesture. He seems mildly awkward about the encounter.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I follow. What is this about?" you ask, somewhat confused. The deep stare of the long haired man intimidates you, so you avoid it by throwing quick glances at Katsumi instead.

"Would you be interested in learning Chinese Kenpo? This is Kaiou Retsu. He'll be joining us at the Dojo for a while. I thought you could use some variety."

"Shouldn't you be asking him if he's willing to teach rookies like me?" you wonder if this poor man had his services offered against his will.

"It is my great pleasure to spread the knowledge of this ancient art. I only ask that you treat it with respect and don't take it lightly." Retsu straightens his back and looks ahead, in no particular direction.

Ah, how embarrassing. He can't even look at her properly. He wishes he could drag Katsumi out in the hallway and whack some common sense into him. The least he could've done was to let him know who to expect.

Obviously he's seen women before. He's been out of the temple for a long time now. So why is he acting so strange all of a sudden? Katsumi was very secretive about his new favorite student and refused to give him any details besides "you won't regret it". He anticipated anything but this. He's especially baffled at his own reaction meeting (Y/N).

All he can do now is to pray that he isn't so obvious in just how flustered this woman has gotten him. He wonders if Katsumi went through the same nervousness when he first met you. He secretly peeks at the young man and notices how relaxed he seems to be next to you. Yeah, perhaps he just needs a little time. Then he can treat you with the same confidence, too.

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"What matters the most here is actually the placement of the foot. If it's slightly tilted the wrong way, you lose all support and everything else falls apart. A good kick needs an equally good grounding."

Retsu is in his comfort zone. For a mere moment, he can forget his audience and focus on his technique. This is what he does best. Still concentrated, he unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, as this is how he usually fights.

"Find the weak point depending on your opponent's stance, and quickly make your move before they've got it figured out."

He demonstrates the attack, followed by a few skillful jumps as he returns to his initial spot. He checks to see if you've been following his instructions, a prideful smile plastered on his face. Your eyes are wide, mouth slightly open in shameless marvel. His smile immediately vanishes and is replaced by an embarrassed frown. Why are you looking at him like that? It's one of the most basic moves he can think of.

You suddenly clap your hands together and lower your head in a begging posture. The way his body bends and folds in such a fluid, continuous way, the way his muscles contract rhythmically in a calculated vigor... This man is not only a master of martial arts, but your newly found muse.

"Please excuse my rudeness, but I really can't think of a better way to put it. Might I be allowed to sketch you during your training? I really wish I could capture your artistry."

You shyly glance up, worried you may have angered the Chinese man. He's covering his face with one hand and you tense up, unsure of how to proceed. Should you apologize? Then you manage to discern the deep blush that's taken over his face.

He must calm down at once. He's inhaling deeply, attempting to regulate his breathing. He can feel the vibration of his heart slamming into his chest at great speed. Truly, how happy your words made him. And this brings him to the abrupt realization that he will never be like Katsumi around you.

It's been a little under a month since he's met you, and the slightest interaction coming from you makes his whole composure collapse into shambles. All the feelings and thoughts are now avalanching over, burying him and making him unable to let a single word out. It could very well be that he's in love with you, but it's a frightful, rabid adoration that trickles out of his grasp, as if it could escape from his control at any moment. It's a terrifying discovery for someone that so values their discipline.

"If it's too troublesome, you can forget about it. I got too excited. To be honest, I've been using you as a reference for some time now, but it felt wrong not to tell you about it."

You crouch down to your backpack and hesitantly pull out a notebook with pages sticking out. You peel open the covers and spread some of the papers onto the ground, for a better view.

Retsu squats down with you and gazes over the detailed pencil works, partly distracted. He'd appreciate your anatomical accuracy if it wasn't for his presently feverish state. He places your hands between his and analyzes them. What a difference. Dainty, fragile and yet powerful enough to win Katsumi's respect. Nonetheless of insignificant size compared to his large, calloused and weathered palms. To think that you've been watching him the same way he's been watching you all this time. Perhaps for somewhat different reasons. How would you react if you knew? What would you think of someone like him?

"Umm..." you swallow dryly as you attempt to break the silence. You can almost hear a faint ringing in your ears.

What if you were to reject his confession? It wouldn't be the first time he's faced defeat. Retsu is however unsure if he'd be willing to accept it this time. He looks at you with newly found resolve. No matter what, he'll do what it takes to become a man worthy of your love. If only he could remain your inspiration forever.

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eleanor-bradstreet · 5 days

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Let Me Be Your Anchor

Chapter 16: Teatime

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett An Offer from a Gentleman reimagined Chapter rating: 18+ - explicit sexual content, drug use Word count: 4.4k

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The next day Aubrey Hall continued to teem with activity under the watchful eyes of the Duke and Duchess. Benedict notified Mr. Dewitt that Sophie would be retained as a member of the housekeeping staff during the country visit. If the steward had any thoughts about the whiplash instructions he was receiving in regards to the newly arrived maid, he was wise enough not to betray them.

Benedict’s mind hadn’t stopped whirring since his encounter with Sophie in the drawing room the previous day. After returning from the lake, his sister gave no indication that she suspected anything untoward. It seemed their secret was safe. But how much longer could they carry on like this, sneaking through hallways in the dead of night, scurrying into unoccupied rooms? The risk of their discovery would increase tenfold when the family and guests started to arrive. Sophie was correct that they would need to actively avoid one another. He hadn’t even contemplated what would happen at the conclusion of his family’s hosting duties when he would be expected to return to London.

In the midst of his colliding thoughts, all he could think of was his need for Sophie; his yearning to watch her lips part as he made her gasp, his hunger to make her come apart, his ache to hold her in his arms. He set up an easel in his bedchamber and tried to unleash his feelings on a canvas, but found himself lost in daydreams of her. Rash as it may have been, he sent word to the kitchen specifically requesting that Sophie bring him his tea.

His heart bounded when she opened the door, tray balanced on her hip as he had seen her so many times before while convalescing. Her smile was brighter than the sunlight streaming through the windows.

She set the tea tray on a table and curtsied. “Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Sophie.” Her name left his lips with a sigh of relief. “Are we not done with formalities when we are alone together?”

She returned a coy smile. “Very well, Ben. I assume you summoned me for a reason. Would you like me to sit for my portrait?”

He stepped toward her, feeling a stab of guilt that he could never seem to concentrate long enough in her presence to complete his work. “I certainly intend to finish your portrait. That is a gift I promised you. But I’m afraid my thoughts are too preoccupied to give it the attention it deserves at the moment.

“Preoccupied?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as he closed the distance between them and ran his knuckles across her cheek.

“Anticipation of my family’s arrival. And thoughts of you. Knowing we must keep our distance once they arrive.”

“Yes, we must.” Sophie swallowed, feeling the familiar bloom of heat just from his proximity.

“But we have today.” Benedict nuzzled against her cheek, delighting in her scent, the faintest hint of amber and vanilla.

Sophie’s eyes rolled closed and she grew pliant in his arms, but her mind still registered the risk of their encounters. “The Duke and Duchess…”

“Are calling at Romney Hall nearby,” he explained. “My sister is a friend of Lady Crane. She is ill and won’t be able to attend the visit.”

“The children?”

Benedict snickered. “Are with their army of nurses. The time is ours.” He pressed his lips to hers, soft and plush, and she was bereft of any further protest. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to…join me in calming my thoughts?”

“How do you mean?” Sophie asked, noting the mischievous flicker across his features, his crooked grin triggering a spark of excitement.

“An elixir procured by my younger brother in his travels. Whatever it may be, I find it both soothes the nerves and opens my mind to artistic inspiration. When paired with a canvas it helps me produce some of my most…experimental work.” He ran a hand gently through her hair, gazing at her as if she were his greatest muse. “It’s an experience unlike any other, and one that I’d like to share with you, if you are willing.”

Sophie was surprised by his offer, that he was inviting her to join him in more than just carnal pleasures. She had never tried any such substances, but assumed the effects must be different than strong drink. On a few occasions she had indulged enough to experience drunkenness with her fellow servants, usually on holidays. She found the sensation not unpleasant, a numbing carefree haze, but it did have a way of stealing joy from the following day when she would wake with a headache and bitter mouth. But she trusted Benedict implicitly. He would ensure her enjoyment as he introduced her to something new.

“How does one take this elixir?” She asked.

“A powder added to tea.” He wiggled his eyebrows and moved about the room, producing a small pouch from a drawer in his writing desk and shaking it playfully before resting it beside the teapot. “Medicinal in a way not unlike your tinctures, but entirely unique.”

Nodding her consent, Sophie sat across from Benedict at the small table and watched as he poured them each a cup of tea and added small spoonfuls of the pouch’s vibrant purple powder. He stirred and handed her the mixture, insisting she take the first sip. Tentatively, she brought it to her lips.

“You may wish to hold your nose,” Benedict coached. “The smell and taste can be a bit foul.”

Sophie did detect a whiff of something pungent, vegetal but charred somehow. Holding her breath, she took a full sip and scrunched up her face as the aftertaste withered her tongue.

“Ugh,” she grimaced as Benedict giggled. “You claim this makes you feel better?”

“Give it a moment,” he grinned. “You will see.”

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In what felt like no time at all, Sophie became aware of her altered state. A single cup of Benedict’s mystery tea and she found herself able to count the motes of dust that floated in the shafts of sunlight. As opposed to the numbing effect of alcohol, she found her mind and body heightened in awareness. She was fascinated by the friction of her dress against her skin, the tactile surface of the table and the fine china, and the colors of the fabrics throughout the room. Having drunk his own cup, Benedict seemed to be fixated on color too. After ensuring she was feeling well, he had gone to his easel and was blending oil paints directly with his fingers on both palette and canvas, making sweeping motions with his arms, entirely lost to inspiration.

Sophie didn’t know how long she lazed in her chair watching him. The tea made time seem untrackable and irrelevant. She certainly did feel her nerves calmed and mind opened. She was content to simply gaze at Benedict, the man she secretly loved, drinking in the sight of him and every feature she adored. His tousled dark hair, his animated brow, pale blue eyes locked on his work, lopsided smirk appraising what he was crafting. Her focus narrowed to the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, the tendons flexing in his muscular neck, and the veins surging in his paint-streaked forearms. He had rolled his sleeves to the elbows but was otherwise fully dressed in a floral patterned waistcoat and pinned cravat, and for some reason this struck her as aggravating. With every inch of her skin sensitized in a way she had never known before, she wanted to touch and be touched, to taste and be tasted, to learn what it felt like to ascend to the plane of bliss when she already felt herself high above any clouds.

With a boldness that surprised even herself she rose, marched to Benedict’s side, took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. Light danced behind her eyelids as the sweet flavor of his lips cascaded over her own. Benedict froze, holding his hands to either side so as not to cover her in paint.

Sophie pulled back and they both chuckled, heady with the closeness of each other as much as with the tea. Kissing him again, she found herself entirely absent of inhibition. With his hands unavailable she was in control and the realization was undeniably thrilling. There was something she had been longing to try and now was the perfect moment.

Continuing to savor him, her hands went to work unwinding his cravat. Benedict stood still, humming in amusement as they kissed. Once the fabric was in her hands, cool and slippery, she moved to stand behind him. On tiptoe she wrapped the dark blue silk around his eyes and knotted it in the back.

“Blind man’s bluff?” Benedict quipped, sounding befuddled.

“Shh.” Sophie giggled as she moved back to face him and contemplated her next move. The buttons on his waistcoat were slowly unfastened and the garment slipped carefully over his technicolor arms and onto the floor. Biting her lip, she snapped his braces against his chest causing him to gasp before she pulled them down from his shoulders. Next was his shirt. Sophie could hear him breathing harder as she pulled the hem from his waistband. She leaned to his ear and whispered, “Raise your arms.”

Giving himself over to her direction, Benedict grinned uncontrollably as she undressed him. He did as he was told, lifting his arms in front of himself to accommodate her height and she pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. He stood before her blindfolded and shirtless, chest heaving, trousers jutting out unnaturally with his stiffness. Feeling more seductive than ever before, she traced a finger from his jaw down his neck, chest and abdomen, admiring. He was muscled, athletic, and his pale skin was so soft, smelling of soap and his oil paints. Sophie knelt down to pull off his boots, running her hand lightly down the front of his trousers on her way, causing him to hiss from the sensation.

“Lift your feet.” He obeyed and she pulled off his boots and stockings. Sophie remembered the night at the inn where she had awkwardly relieved him of his clothing out of necessity. This was a decidedly more pleasurable echo of that encounter. They were both breathing quite hard now, knowing there was only one more garment left to remove. Sophie remained on her knees and reached up, slowly unbuttoning his trousers. His hands clenched into fists and she could see him gritting his jaw. She smiled as she slid the last of his clothes down and bid him to step out of them. Now he was nude and erect with anticipation. She delayed a moment, waiting to strike. She would surprise him. She knew he was expecting her hands; how she usually touched him. She would skip that step.

Benedict gasped as her hot, wet mouth encircled him. It was a shock to his system, standing naked and blind in excruciating silence, broken suddenly by his cock being devoured. He reached out to hold her head but she swatted his hand away, reminding him of how soiled they were. Groaning through clenched teeth he fought to stand still and just let her have her way with him. It was agony and paradise combined, a flood of feelings as his swirling senses honed in on her attentions. The minx inside sweet Sophie had been unleashed by the tea and he was both proud and humbled that she was offering her own form of experimentation to match his.

At long last Sophie was fulfilling her wish to take Benedict in her mouth, to show him just how fervently she longed to please him, to worship his body as he had worshipped hers. She found the act surprisingly enjoyable, knowing the power she wielded from her knees. Hearing the needy sounds he made and looking up to see his mouth hung open with awe gave her her own satisfaction in turn. After a few pulls along his manhood she leaned back. “How is this, Ben? Inspirational?” She flicked her tongue across his tip.

He groaned, legs buckling. “Yes, Sophie. It’s…you’re wonderful. Just…just like this. Your lips are like the kiss of heaven.” She chuckled, knowing he would likely spout something poetic even if they were not under the influence. Motivated to push him even higher into the firmament, she leaned forward to consume him again. She tried different motions, licking and sucking, back and forth, her tongue dancing around his veins, her hand rising to join her mouth in stroking. Whenever Benedict moaned above her, she persisted with that action.

Then she tested herself, seeing how deeply she could take him. Slowly, she pushed further and further toward his body, pulling him into her mouth, relaxing every muscle she knew how. She knew he was in her throat once she could no longer breathe. An odd, somewhat alarming sensation but she felt in control. Staying relaxed she began to move gently, sucking him as before, letting him penetrate an entirely new area of her body. Having the most intimate part of him warm and heavy in her mouth was a comfort and sin she could never have imagined.

Benedict positively shouted with surprise as he breached Sophie’s throat. He instinctively tore the cravat from his eyes, looked down and saw her face practically flush with his pelvis, eyes closed in concentration as she rocked back and forth. He was buried so deep that when she finally gagged, he felt as if he were swallowed, squeezed with a pressure and heat that threatened to topple him. He shuddered, mind gone completely blank. Sophie pulled back and came up for air, gasping after his entire length slid out of her beautiful mouth. She wiped her lips on the back of her hand and smiled up at him, looking proud of herself.

“Sophie Beckett, you marvelous creature,” he beamed down at her. With a smug gleam in her eyes she set herself on him again and Benedict rocketed skyward. He murmured praise and suggestions, hips beginning to thrust as she sucked him eagerly. She had a natural talent with her tongue that he knew was liable to destroy him. The warmth of her mouth, the suction of her lips, the challenge in her dewy eyes gazing up at him, it grew too much to bear. As he felt himself nearing the peak he pulled back.

“Sophie, I’m…I am nearly there.”

“Good,” she smiled, tearing away the collar of her uniform and beginning to loosen her frock. Benedict watched, agog as she undressed, stripping down to the waist. Then she wrapped a warm hand around his length and began to pump, her breasts bare and bobbing hypnotically as she stroked him. Whatever fire had been lit within her, he vowed to keep it tended. Gazing at each other open mouthed, she commanded him softly but intently. “Come on me.”

Seeing and hearing how hungry she was for his release brought it to fruition in a moment. Knowing nothing but the wave of ecstasy beginning to spasm through his body, Benedict needed to stabilize himself before he jettisoned off of the earth. His hands fell to Sophie’s shoulders and gripped tight, smearing her in a rainbow of fingerprints as he dropped his head with a cry. Painting her in two ways at once, his breath escaped in halting gasps as she milked him onto her chest.

Sophie never stopped her movements, coaxing him through the aftershocks. When Benedict fell to his knees before her panting, she grinned with devilish victory. She was just as capable of reducing him to a breathless mess as he could her. It made her feel closer to him, more trusted, and more desirable.

“Sophie,” Benedict marveled at her, barely able to muster words. “I’m sorry. Your shoulders…”

He pointed at the streaks that ran across her skin. She looked down and saw the epaulets she had earned. Bright ornaments of sinful endeavors. The fingerprints of her lover seared into her for all to see. The whole room was twinkling in a dazzling spectrum before her eyes and she felt honored to be made a part of it. With a twist of her lips she collected the palette he had dropped nearby and dipped her fingers into a sky blue shade, then swiped it gently across his abdomen, coloring him as well.

Benedict looked at her quizzically, then she ran a purple thumb across his jaw. Catching on, he wet his fingers in forest green and brushed them across her cheeks. Giggling, Sophie next took a daub of orange and swirled it in circles across her chest, blending it with his seed, painting herself with his essence. Benedict swallowed hard, dumbfounded, and then found himself moving like a man possessed, stripping her of her remaining clothing, hauling her up onto the settee and burying his face between her legs.

The day progressed as a gauzy fantasy, the two of them wrapped in intoxicated wonder and all the sensations they could gift each other. They lost count of their climaxes, Sophie returning time and time again to swallow Benedict and bob her head until he gasped her name, and Benedict on his knees in equal measure, sucking her furiously as she bounced against his tongue. After the poetry they penned with their moans, they broke to make art with their flesh, painting arcs, swirls and handprints across skin, gradients of desire and whimsy, blending with their own juices, traces of themselves ending up on the canvas which had clattered to the floor.

Hours later as the sun began to set, they found themselves looking like madmen, wrapped in sheets, disheveled and covered in streaks of paint from head to toe. Benedict had the presence of mind to wrap Sophie in one of his shirts and hide her in the bedroom next door while he donned a robe and called for a bath. He didn’t much care what the maids thought of seeing him smeared with paint with his hair standing on end. It wouldn’t be the first time he had ended up like this after a dose of the powder.

Working together and casting him sideways glances, Finian and Lizzie brought a large copper tub to his room and filled it with steaming water. Lizzie scented it with oil and a sudsy soap that left bubbles floating on the surface. When they finally exited, Benedict collected Sophie again and locked the door behind them. She giggled helplessly while he stripped her of what little she was wearing and helped her step into the steaming water. She shivered and sank down, allowing the water to rise above her shoulders and neck, even right up to her nose, and then closed her eyes. It felt like heaven.

“Lean forward,” Benedict murmured, kneeling on the floor beside her. She did, and sighed with pleasure as he began to wash her back, making clouds of red and yellow paint swirl into the water.

“We’ll make you all shiny and new again,” he grinned, kissing her shoulder as he scrubbed her arms. Sophie leaned forward and rested her forehead on her bent knees, blushing.

“Dunk your head so I can wash your hair,” he ordered.

She slid under the water, a magical, enveloping sensation while she still felt the fuzzy influence of the tea, and then quickly came back up.

The green streaks of paint on her cheeks started to run down the length of her face. But rather than make her look wretched, Benedict thought it gave her a phantasmal beauty. It made her eyes glow as he had never seen them - glittering emeralds refracting all the light in the room. He rubbed the paint from her face with his thumb as she held his gaze. He suddenly found that it was hard to breathe. Probably a side effect of the tea.

He busied himself by rubbing the bar of soap in his hands and then began to work the lather through her hair. “Do you prefer your hair short?” he asked.

“I had to cut it,” she said. “I sold it to a wigmaker.”

She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have heard him growl.

“It used to be much shorter,” she added.

“Back under.”

She dunked back in the tub, swirling her head this way and that under the water before coming back up for air.

Benedict cupped his hands and filled them with water. “You’ve still got some in the back,” he said, letting the water pour over her hair.

Sophie let him repeat the process a few times, until all the paint was removed as far as she could tell and the water had turned a milky purple. “Aren’t you coming in?” She raised an eyebrow and was met with that cheeky lopsided grin.

Benedict let his robe fall to the floor and stepped in across from her. He groaned with pleasure as he lowered himself, immediately dunking under the water and smoothing back his hair. Sophie took the cloth and went to work scrubbing his fingers, his arms, every inch of him. Their incessant giggling was fading into pleasurable hums and sighs as they caressed each other in the water, gently, curiously. They kissed each other’s necks, arms, foreheads. There was a chastity to it despite that they were fully nude together after an outrageously lascivious afternoon.

Sophie was drained. It had been without a doubt the wildest and most exploratory day of her life thus far. She knew she was still under the giddy haze of the tea but her senses were growing sharper. Time slowly seemed to be returning to its normal rate and her mind was quieting. The last of its effects, the joy of being with Benedict, and the warmth of the lapping water made her euphoric. Benedict had leaned back against his end of the tub, eyes closed. Sophie couldn't stretch out her legs underwater without awkwardly laying on top of him, so she planted her feet to frame his head which made him look up and chuckle. She grinned and bent an elbow over the side, resting her head on her arms. Benedict ran his hands lazily over her knees and the two of them sat in contented silence, descending from their high and soaking up all the heat the water could offer.

Benedict stared at Sophie, resting serenely as glinting water droplets ran across her collarbone. She was dazzling. Never a word that he had thought to associate with a housemaid but it was truly how he felt. Where in the world had she come from? This beautiful, daring and exciting woman whose wit, moods, pleasures and interests so perfectly aligned with his own? He genuinely wondered if she had worked in the Cavender house at all and wasn’t some faerie that had wandered out of the woods to enchant him. These days alone with her in the country had been some of the happiest he had experienced with a woman. He was ready to find her an apartment in London, to send her there with an allowance to buy anything she fancied, and to have all of her servant’s clothes burned. He could do it tomorrow. She shouldn’t spend another day working for his family.

“Why do you want to keep working at this ball?” He asked her.

Sophie lifted her head, brow furrowed. “So I can earn some money.”

Benedict sat up and leaned toward her. “You don’t need to earn money. I’ll take care of you.” He pressed his torso against hers and murmured, “I can give you whatever you want.”

Whether it was her pride or some courage gifted to her by the tea, Sophie felt no fear in being honest with him. “I don’t want you to.” Her voice was more stern than she had intended and he scowled.

“Why can’t we just stay like this? Have this time together?” She nuzzled against his neck and planted a soft kiss on his lips. This was everything she wanted, or at least everything that she could reasonably have with Benedict. She would never experience her dreams of marrying him, or walking on his arm in public, or being with him forever. But she could have these days, weeks or even months if she were lucky, where they enjoyed each other’s company and bodies, and she was grateful for it. Incredibly grateful. It wasn’t perfect, but it was closer to her dreams than she could have ever imagined over the past two years. She would cherish these days forever, but she refused to hinge her hopes or her future on them, when they would never lead to anything.

“I don’t want to be kept somewhere,” she confessed. “Locked in a pretty box for you to play with.”

Benedict pulled back, looking insulted. “Why?”

Sophie sighed, overcome with the weight of her emotions and a wave of approaching sleep. “Because it can’t last forever and I will need work to fall back on.” She rested her head back on her arms and closed her eyes. “You must tell me once you find her,” she sighed.

Benedict looked at her, startled. Find who? Surely she didn’t know about…

As if reading his mind Sophie continued, mumbling. “The woman you will marry. So that I will know to leave. Promise me, Ben.” Her head lolled as she drifted off, her last words barely above a whisper. “I cannot share you.”

Something in Benedict’s chest clenched and again he found himself struggling to breathe. Suddenly the thought of not having Sophie around was unsettling. More unsettling than it should have been for having known her such a short time. She didn’t want to share him with his wife. Did she mean to reveal that to him or did it slip out? He couldn’t tell how it made him feel. Once again he knew she was right. He doubted he could sustain a life as a bachelor chasing after a maid who refused to be kept as a mistress. He would need to marry. Hell, a part of him wanted to marry. It was who that was the problem. He couldn’t find the lady in silver but knew that if he ever did and if she would have him, he would marry her and then there would be no room for Sophie. It made him sad and it made him confused and he was so damned tired. So he resigned himself to following Sophie’s lead and just enjoying the time they had together, for however long it lasted.

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Celebrating the holidays/New Year headcanons (the others)

The second part of this ask by @angel6776

(Part 1: general + the demon brothers headcanons)

(Suggestive, except for Luke's part, obviously) (Platonic/familial for Luke)

Word Count: +5,300 (no wonder this request took so long)

Diavolo

He’s so excited to hear about your usual holiday traditions. He’ll invite you over for tea just so you can tell him all about it. Honestly, he’ll feel a bit disappointed if you don’t have any particular traditions or if you have negative feelings about the holidays. However, if that’s the case, he’ll be even more motivated to ensure that you have an excellent holiday season in the Devildom. Diavolo wants to build new traditions with you that you can cherish. If not for Barbatos and Lucifer, Diavolo would be willing to spend anything to show you a good time.

He will actually get his work done ahead of schedule if it means you can come over and decorate the castle with him. It sounds like such a fun couple-y experience and if he can’t do that, he’ll pout, and Barbatos will never hear the end of it – especially if the brothers or someone else mentions that you helped them decorate.

Schedules a date with you near the end of the year 2 or more weeks in advance and uses it as motivation to get through all his work. Although, on occasion, he gets scolded for daydreaming too much. He can’t stop imagining holding your hand on a chilly Devildom night or kissing you in the snow or wrapping his arms around you in bed and pulling you so close that your breath would warm his skin.

Brings an assortment of rare Demonus to the party, which puts everyone in a good mood. He drinks moderately and joins in on every possible activity everyone is involved in, and he tries to drag you into them too. “MC, you have to sing a duet with me. Please?” “Have you tried the cake Simeon and Luke prepared yet? Here, I brought you a slice. It’s delicious. I wonder if they would share the recipe with Barbatos.” “Would you care to dance with me?” “You should join our game, MC. Come, you can sit on my lap if you’d like.”

It starts to feel like even if Diavolo is involved in some other activity, he always has an eye on you. He just can’t keep his eyes from searching for you. He’s one of the first people to notice if you disappear with someone else, but assuming you aren’t exclusively together, he lets you have your fun. Just know that whatever state you return in, once he gets you to himself, he’ll be determined to unravel and fluster you twice as much as the last person.

He will get his chance to steal you away for a while. If he can’t find the opportunity during the party, he’ll ensure that he’s the last person awake so he can have you all to himself at the end of the party. If you’re out, too, then you’ll mysteriously be impossible to find the morning after the party.

Gifts – giving: The man loves giving gifts, and while he’s usually fine handing out presents in a group, he preferers the intimacy of giving you your present alone. He’d give you a whole house if he thought he wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Instead, he’s likely to give you fine jewelry or clothes. He’s a bit like Asmo in that he adores dressing you up in items that accentuate your attractiveness. It’s also a thrill to know he’s the one who gave you the clothes that will inevitably end up strewn across his bedroom floor. If it’s immediately clear that you like the clothes/jewelry, he’ll chuckle, lean in, and whisper in your ear, “If you like it so much, wear it on our next date. I want to be the first person to see you in and out of it.” If not clothes or jewelry, he might do something more extravagant like importing some of your favorite plants to be displayed in a temporary exhibit at the Devildom botanical gardens. (so much research goes into this, too). Diavolo will invite you on a date to show you the exhibit before it opens to the public. He’d probably arrange it so you can go during off hours and enjoy the entire location by yourselves. He might also opt for sentimental gifts: photo albums, scrapbooks, or trinkets that will remind you both of some shared memory.

Gifts – receiving: Literally anything (well, almost. Don’t give him pickles or something he despises). Diavolo is too thrilled to be getting a gift from you to care about exactly what it is. That’s not to say that he doesn’t appreciate your efforts, though. Just show him that you care, and he’ll be a happy little prince. If it’s handmade or sentimental, he’ll love it – even things as small as a keychain from somewhere you visited. If Barbatos would let you, Diavolo would love to make you be his butler for a day (he would reward the thoughtful gift by being at your service all night).

Barbatos

He strikes me as a “I could do without the holidays” guy. Everything gets so busy and he has to scramble to finish up all of his work for the year – and on top of that, Diavolo’s desire to shirk his responsibilities seems to get worse this time of year. (Shit like: “Barbatos, the brothers had a snowball fight today. Do you think we –” “Did you finish that paperwork I handed you this morning?” “. . . no.” “Then, no.”)

However, your presence makes it all more bearable. He likes helping out and ensuring that everyone he cares about has a good holiday season but knowing that he can give you a good holiday brings him a unique, unmatched joy.

Barbatos will invite you to tea a few times under the guise of wanting your opinion on the party menu. If you can be trusted in the kitchen, he may even ask for your assistance – not because he needs it, though. His only need is you. His heart melts when you try his cooking and praise him. If you help with the cooking, he adores the feeling of working beside you. This man will absolutely charm you up in the kitchen: hand feeding you before kissing you to experience the flavor of the food combined with your lips, swiping sauce or icing along your skin just to lick it off, pressing his body firmly against yours while he peers over your shoulder to check your progress, and goodness all the things he could do for you while he waits for the oven timer to ding.

The quantity, quality, and variety of food this man prepares for the party should earn him head praise. For all the effort he put in, you almost wish he would do a bit more than sip at his Demonus and people-watch most of the time. He might play a few games or dance if you, Diavolo, or Luke encourage him to, but he tends to fade into the background.

Luckily, that makes it easier for him to slip away with you. He suspects that he won’t have much time, so once he gets you somewhere quiet, he makes quick work of improving your night. “You look lovely tonight, MC. I must admit, I’m quite taken with you. I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself. Please, allow me to make you feel even better while we have some time to ourselves.”

Luck may yet again be in his favor if he happens to get you all to himself just before midnight on New Year's Eve.

Gifts – giving: If you’re a fellow tea lover, you can expect custom tea blends from plants that Barbatos has grown himself. No doubt, they would be delicious. He may also use a bit of magic to give them a calming effect or to bring you happiness. Another likely present would be hand-made outfits. Affection swells in him when he sees you wearing something that he crafted just for you. “Oh dear, I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake. You look so enticing that I’m eager to get you out of those clothes already.” He would love to offer you his services for a day if you wanted it, but he may have to postpone that until after the New Year, when things are less hectic. In the meantime, he’s more than happy to prepare delicious meals for you.

Gifts – receiving: Barbatos is keen on more practical gifts, but he’ll appreciate a touch of sentimentality: custom kitchen knives with a sweet message engraved on it (a kitchen knife with something symbolic of love, affection, or even lust like a rose or lilac engraved on it would melt him); embroidered handkerchiefs, kitchen towels, or dust rags for him to use; human world herbs and spices; and tea blends that you created with him in mind. He’ll appreciate the thought and usefulness. Alternatively, if you just want to give him yourself, he has no complaints.

Luke

This sweet child is so hyped for the holidays. He wants to try whatever fun traditions you tell him about. That excitement is only compounded by the introduction of new seasonal foods becoming available. There are so many new sweets to try, and he can bake often with the cool winter temperatures.

He will be begging Simeon and Barbatos to teach him new recipes, and, of course, they’ll cave. Luke will be bringing you new treats every few days. When he isn’t bringing sweets to you, he’ll try to bring you to the sweets. Luke, Beel, Asmo, and Thirteen are up on many of the limited-time seasonal offers at cafés and bakeries. He’ll invite you to go with him to try something new. Sometimes he wants alone time with his parent #3 best buddy, but usually he’s happy to have Simeon, Solomon, Raphael, Beel, Barbatos, and/or Mephisto tag along (he’s fine with the others, too, but these six are his favorites).

Asks you to help decorate with him or offers to help you decorate. He has a great time making things look all festive – even if he is too short to reach some places.

Helps Simeon with the baking for the party – although he also prepares a few things on his own. Luke savors the experience of baking with his loved ones during the holidays; it seems like the cheer-bringing thing to do.

Juice, mocktails, and hot chocolate only! They’re good drinks, but the assortment was primarily prepared with Luke in mind.

He spends a lot of time playing games, singing karaoke with Levi, and eating with Beelzebub. Your son Luke is less clingy than most of the demons, but he makes sure to check in with you once in a while to ensure you’re having a good time. He’ll ask you to be on his team for games and he’ll even bring you food (especially the things he made).

Falls asleep relatively early on despite insisting he can stay up. When he wakes up before the others, he’ll start cleaning and probably prepare breakfast for everyone (because he’s the nicest son ever).

Gifts – giving: Luke would probably give you cute gifts that accidentally remind you what an adorable little angel he is. Items like plushies, matching keychains, and cute stationery are likely options. The latter would probably come with a sweet admission: “You’re always helping me study, and I’ve learned so much from you, so I thought something that made studying more fun would be a good gift.” If he has the time, he might ask Raphael, Levi, and/or Barbatos to teach him how to sew a plushie for you. He might also bake a box of assorted cookies for you (possibly more than you can even eat).

Gifts – receiving: Luke is easy to give gifts to. On the more practical end, he’d be excited to receive kitchen tools or serveware: cute animal-shaped silicone molds, cute bento boxes, a nice teacup, etc. Giving him books (I feel like fantasy, mystery novels, and cookbooks would be especially good) would also work. On a more sentimental side, getting him matching keychains or sweatshirts would have this little angel eager to show off. (Just imagine Luke in a big, cozy sweater telling Simeon, “Look, Simeon, MC gave me this sweater. They have one just like it. We match now!”) Additionally, you could compile a book of recipes for him, collecting all the recipes he’s learned and been taught since coming to the Devildom. He would cherish that so much he would keep it in a prominent spot on his bookshelf.

Simeon

Why does Simeon strike me as such a winter boy? Maybe I just think he’d look cute in cozy sweaters or baking in the kitchen? Anyway, he has a lot of fun learning about your human traditions, but he especially enjoys seeing you and Luke having a good time.

Invites you over to bake at least once before the holidays – just you and him. He’s much less outright flirtatious than Barbatos but he builds up romantic/sexual tension as if he was a smut author in his down time: his hands lingering on yours when he asks you to pass him something, brushing your arm or shoulder when he works beside you, a gentle touch on your back as he passes behind you, his warm breath as he contently hums over your shoulder at your progress, the feeling of his fingers grazing your lips when he offers you half of a cookie fresh out of the oven (that he deliberately split in half so it would be small enough for your lips to touch his hand). He won’t even kiss you while you’re in the kitchen, but he’ll leave your heart pounding. You’ll have to blame the rising heat in your face on the oven, or just tell him how you really feel, and have him drag you back to his room for a few minutes.

Helps decorate and does the second most cooking for the party, but he probably also prepares the most drinks. Simeon could make a cup of hot cocoa that would turn a bad day on its head, and he’d offer it to you with such a warm smile that you couldn’t help but smile back.

Hangs back with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Raphael during the party, but he’ll happily join in whenever you or Luke insists. He doesn’t drink much until after Luke falls asleep, but he keeps a good hold on his senses.

I wouldn’t put it past him to fake being drunk to get you alone again. If not that, he’ll ask you to get some air with him – probably (and only) in front of the ones least likely to try to tag along (Lucifer, Beel, Barbatos, Raphael, Thirteen, and Mephisto – the latter two mostly because they’d feel awkward around Simeon for that long). However, despite going out to get air, you end up more breathless than you were before.

Gifts – giving: I could see Simeon offering to be your personal chef for a week. He’d get so much joy about being your little househusband for a bit. If he happens to have a novel in the works at the time, Simeon might also present you with a signed first copy of it, only for you to find that he dedicated the book to you. Another likely gift would be jewelry – but it would probably be something matching or a custom piece (or both). This might be kind of messed up and maybe even yandere territory, but I imagine Simeon would probably burn one of his feathers and get the ashes crafted into glass or cast into resin for a custom piece (but he wouldn’t admit to doing that).

Gifts – receiving: Anything. Give him flowers and enchant them to last for a while longer than they are supposed to. He’ll think of you every day that they live and dry or press them as they begin to die so he can keep the memory of your shared holiday fresh in his mind. As far as jewelry is concerned, pendant necklaces might be a good option – probably for the same reason as Beel: keeping you close to his heart. Simeon would also appreciate quality or engraved pens. Even if he gets flustered thinking about you when using it to write, he’ll also feel encouraged to keep writing, and that will outweigh the occasional distraction. Speaking of writing, if you write him a letter splaying your heart on the page for him, he’ll be over the moon. The man just wants constant reminders of your love.

Solomon

Tries to bake for you during the holidays and must be stopped; even if he gets cute and pouty, don’t let him anywhere near the kitchen – unless he promises to just stand there and look pretty. Although, I do believe he can actually make a decent drink without killing anyone, so as a last resort, you could probably let him make you a seasonal drink. He might even be allowed to make a few drinks for the party if he promises not to cook any food while he’s preparing them.

Solomon won’t get super clingy, but he will mope around and bury himself in his studies whenever you don’t spend time with him. He’s trying to let you have your fun and freedom, but he’s so lonely, and he wants your love and attention.

Invites you over for a cuddly movie date but specifically plays holiday themed horror movies – even the truly awful ones (have you ever watched The Gingerdead Man or Jack Frost? Ridiculous trash. But he’ll throw some good ones in there, too.) He thinks movie dates are perfect for winter nights, but you should expect to stay the night, too.

If he could get away with it, he would try to invite you to the human world – in part so you might be able to celebrate some of your usual traditions (if you have any) and in part so he can get you all to himself.

He’ll be pretty chill at the party – mostly hanging back. However, Asmo will inevitably pull him into some of the fun. (He might even be feeling enough holiday cheer to give Asmo that kiss he’s been begging for all night.) Solomon would add to the party by using his magic to create beautiful visual effects (like shining, iridescent snowflakes cascading down from the ceiling). He does it as a party trick, but he would also use it to distract the others so he can steal you away for a few minutes. If you feel like you’re missing out on his magic, he’ll promise to recreate it just for you.

This little shit would definitely leave a hickey somewhere visible when he gets you alone, like he’s marking his territory. He finds it amusing sending you back to the party and stirring up chaos as everyone tries to find the culprit. If you want to make it easy for them, mark him too.

Gifts – giving: He is so soft and overprotective that he would give you enchanted jewelry that has a protection charm on it or something you could use to summon him to your side whenever you want him, even if your D.D.D. dies or something. He might also give you part of a matching set so he could subtly claim your heart in front of everyone. Solomon might also teach you a spell or potion that he concocted himself as a sign of trust and to show you that he believes you’ve progressed significantly. (He can’t get over the way your face lights up when you learn something new and interesting – when he teaches you something new.) Solomon is an incorrigible flirt, so he might give you enchanted sex toys (something that could connect to his body or that feel just like him), but he might present it as a joke, unless . . .

Gifts – receiving: Solomon would appreciate things that would further his magic research: rare herbs and flowers, magical tools and materials, rare books, etc. It means so much that you would get him something so difficult to obtain because he might be able to use it in his studies. However, he might pout a bit and wish that you had told him so he could have gone with you to get it. It would have made for an excellent date. Similarly, taking him out on a date and showering him with affection would also be wonderful. He’s also a sucker for domestic things, so giving him your homemade food or sweets would melt him – just beware: he might try to cook for you in return. Finally, at your own risk, you could offer yourself. Now that would be a present he could play with for hours on end.

Thirteen

She wants to take you to every café she can think of and share all the adorable winter- and holiday-themed sweets with you. Thirteen would even bring you seasonal drinks or snacks because she just so happened to be waiting in line (and not at all because she wanted to see you smile).

Doesn’t decorate her cave or anything unless she can make a trap to do the decorating for her. Work smart, not hard. However, she does enjoy sight-seeing and looking at decorations that pop up throughout the Devildom with you. She would hold your hand and pull you towards interesting window displays, her eyes lighting up the whole time.

She’s the most likely to be forgotten about when everyone is party prepping, which annoys her to no end, but she’ll pretend like she doesn’t care. To be fair, part of her just wants to chill at home in her cave, so she would consider not even showing up if not for you. She doesn’t need to spend her holiday with idiots, a sham of a sorcerer, and an outnumbered amount of decent people who she’d have to compete with for your affection. At least that’s what she tells herself.

In truth, she has a lot of fun. She even brings a few traps to see what gullible fools she can toy with. No one is safe except Luke. He’s just too precious for her to do that. Thirteen will also join in on the games, determined to win and show off for you. She’ll enjoy sampling all the food, and she’ll be so sweet and bring you drinks and food throughout the night.

Does Demonus work on reapers? I imagine it doesn’t, which makes the night even more entertaining for her. She’ll make note of who can hold their liquor and what they’re all like when they get drunk or tipsy. If nothing else, it’s good blackmail material.

Proactive about her need for alone time with you and gets you alone pretty early on in the night. Like Solomon, she’ll leave her mark on you, but she has the decency to mark you somewhere more inconspicuous. (Although to be honest, she also has the lack of decency to mark up your thighs and spends half of her alone time with you on her knees.)

She will probably fold and give Asmo a kiss on the cheek. It’s a holiday after all. (But if she kissed him on the lips, I can just imagine him commenting on how she tastes like you. Sorry. Throw me in the trash.)

Gifts – giving: Thirteen would give you strange traps and gadgets she made herself. Although most of her traps are designed to prank people, she might actually decide to make you something more practical. (She could probably build a functioning cuckoo clock if she wanted). Thirteen might also surprise you with date reservations at a nice café – possibly one that’s outside of the city so she has an excuse to steal you for an entire day. Other than that, she would probably give you clothes, especially cozy sweaters, shirts, or cardigans that she will inevitably steal from you. She’s the most likely to give you your present in front of everyone.

Gifts – receiving: She would be content with strange gadgets you found. Thirteen could spend hours taking them apart, putting them back together, and figuring out how to replicate their actions. Sweets gift baskets are another good option, especially if you can bake and you fill them with homemade desserts. Thirteen would be happy with jewelry (primarily necklaces). She would adore those skull-shaped carved pearl necklaces. They suit her so well. Last but not least, give her yourself. Seriously, even a symbolic gesture, like couples’ items while you tell her, “I’m yours: my soul, my body, my heart. I’m all yours,” will have her heart pounding.

Raphael

He doesn’t have the emotional expression range to match the other angels’ joy, but a gentle smile will grace his lips when he finds you baking in the kitchen with Luke and Simeon.

If you want a date with him around the holidays, you’re probably going to have to ask. He just assumes you’re too busy for a date with all the party planning, so he doesn’t bother asking. He might stubble across you while he’s shopping and just tag along with you until you’re done with whatever you’re doing. He’ll even buy you a meal if it means he can keep you to himself for a while longer. A warm smile will find his face when he sees you enjoying your time out with him.

Raphael doesn’t decorate, but if someone asked, he would sew holiday-themed outfits for them. It would be fun for him, at least.

The wallflower whose vines are so tangled and cling to the wall so strongly that you can barely get him to join in on any activities. He mostly just leans back against the wall, sipping at his Demonus and observing the others. He might chat with a few of the tamer people or play a chill game of cards or chess.

He finds it easy to sneak you into some quiet hallway or empty room (he doesn’t even care if that room belongs to someone else) and make out with you. He probably drags you off somewhere because he got jealous after watching you enjoy yourself around the others, but he’ll claim he just got bored and wanted to mess around.

Pulls you closer than necessary when you spend time talking to him – especially in front of Diavolo or Lucifer. He does it by grabbing you by the thigh or waist.

Eventually drinks himself to sleep relatively late into the night. Falls asleep in a really weird, uncomfortable position (slumped over in a chair or couch, sitting on the floor with his back still against the wall, or using his arms as a pillow on a table).

Gifts – giving: Usually pretty bad at buying gifts, but he’ll give you nice, sewed items that he made for you – usually plushies or warm sweaters/outerwear. He likes making plushies for you because he knows you’ll look at it and hug it while thinking of him. When he can’t be with you, it’s a comfort to him to know that you’ll have the plushie. As for sweaters or outerwear, he thinks you look adorable in cozy clothes and layers (but he’ll never say that). Raphael never thought he would enjoy giving a gift as much as he does when your face lights up and you thank him for your present. He stifles his cuteness aggression so hard, but he desperately wants to pull you into his arms and bite you. Also, he probably blesses whatever he gives you.

Gifts – receiving: Even though someone told him that giving gifts was a common tradition during the holidays, he didn’t expect you to get a present for him. He would love fabric and sewing supplies. He finds it sweet that you’re supporting one of his favorite hobbies. It lets him know that you care. Raphael would also be pleased with gift baskets containing strong-flavored foods: super spicy hot sauces, extra sour candy, bitter snacks, Solomon’s cooking, etc. Lastly, he would be pleasantly surprised if you set up dates as a gift.

Mephistopheles

Only cares about the holidays because Diavolo seems so into it. It at least makes for some interesting newspaper content, though. Likely the second to last to get an invitation to the party – but it comes from Diavolo, so he doesn’t mind too much. He isn’t thrilled to be spending a holiday around Lucifer and his brothers, but if it means spending the holiday with you, he’ll come along. Once Satan invites him to join in on his and Belphie’s prank plans for Lucifer, he starts to look forward to the party a bit more. He’d be thrilled to see Lucifer embarrass himself in front of you and Lord Diavolo.

Uses his stalker journalistic skills to find you on days off and escort you around town while you go about your business. He might show you around if he has any insight into seasonal attractions that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Mephisto, then, invites you for a meal or a drink or back to his place. He’s such a gentleman when he wants to be, and he’ll help you carry things home or get you a ride.

He brings a few rather expensive bottles of Demonus with him, and almost gets kissed by Asmo for it, too. Mammon will throw an arm around him and thank him in a way that somehow annoys Mephisto more than if Mammon hadn’t said anything at all.

He hopes that at least one of the pranks he helped Satan and Belphie with will work, so he keeps an eye on Lucifer throughout the party, anticipating his humiliation. However, his eyes still seem to be trained on you. He follows your every move. Even when he’s talking to Diavolo, he still finds a second to follow your figure.

The only ballsy mf who steals you away multiple times throughout the night. It’s partly because he’s jealous, and partly because he wants you too much to hold back (and it scratches his exhibitionist kink), but he’s cautious until after he’s certain that Luke has gone to bed. After that, all bets are off. He’ll be all over you just behind a pillar in an open hallway – with barely enough room to obscure you and some of his body.

Gifts – giving: Sorry to be back on this foot fetish Mephisto HC but Shoes. Whatever style you’re into, he will get the perfect shoe designed for you. I’m talking more than one person is involved with the design and creation of these shoes. They will be custom made. You will not be able to find them in even the fanciest shops. They’ll be incredibly comfortable, too. If you are able to walk comfortably, they’ll probably include at least a slight platform or heel. He will even drop to one knee and offer to put them on for you. Additionally, he would make some kind of affectionate gesture while he’s down there (probably grabs your calf and brings his lips to your shin or thigh – depending on your height, mostly). Perhaps needless to say, he’s on the “gives gifts in private” team. Mephisto might also present you with jewelry: necklaces, bracelets, and for obvious reasons anklets. No surprises here, but it’s for similar possessive reasons as some of the others.

Gifts – receiving: If you can procure a bottle of Demonus that this man has not managed to get his hands on, not only will he be impressed, but he’ll be so delighted that he will kiss you on the spot and want to try the bottle with you right away. Other than that, you could flip the script and buy him shoes. He’ll be a mess, his cheeks hot and flushed, as you help him slip them on. You could also get him a custom cane. Mephisto probably wouldn’t use it daily though. Adorably, he would designate it for special occasions just because you gave it to him. I’m half joking, but collar him, please. Just imagine his precious face when you tighten the collar around his neck and pet his head and maybe attach the collar to a leash. “Are you trying to claim me?” “You mean I don’t already own you, Mephisto?” “. . . is the door locked?”

A/N: Congratulations on making it all the way down here. Hi. Anyway. I'm going to extend requests for the 1 year flash request event (more details here) for at least another day since I only have 3 requests so far, which is a bit of a bummer, but I'll still be starting with SFW stuff tomorrow. Please feel free to join if you feel like getting a short request. (Also, for real, the past few months/years? have been just bad globally, so I figure it might be nice to write some stuff that might make people feel something good for a while.)

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