#and we got it for free because we had a coupon!!!!

[winterwrites23]

I’m going to smell like a campfire for a week but at least I got my tire d’érable!!!

[sorrellegiance]

THE TECH INTERACTIVE

[madigoround]

💜

[littlecafe]

oliveyoung global shipped so fast omg my package came within a week of me ordering?? that’s like 5 business days??? and i ordered after lunar new year when they were off for a couple extra weekdays

damn their prices are expensive but $60 free express dhl shipping almost makes it worth it (to the USA)

but money saving tip if you ever want to order from them though is to browse the website first before signing up since they give you some coupons for signing up ($5 off $70 and $10 off $80) and if you download the app you get a free $5 worth in points, points can be used in conjunction with one coupon so you can get $15 off of $80 instead of just $10

if you��re trying to save even more then wait until they run an event where you have the chance off getting free reward points so you can stack them (actually they have one going on right now for 3 days!! they do them every now and then so don’t stress it), but to stack with events you seriously have to plan beforehand because those points expire within one day so you basically have to be ready to order within 24 hours

idk if it’s timezones or if they’re nice and give you a full 24 hours on the event points, but either way there was some overlap for me at least so you might be able to stack up to 2 days worth of reward points if you’re lucky and get points on 2 consecutive days!! or ur unfortunate and pull a coupon instead of points if so then it won’t stack due to the one coupon per order limit :--( but this was how i got like $20 off my order since they did a similar lucky draw points event for lunar new year

and another good thing is that they base the free shipping on your original cart amount, so if your points bring you under $60 you still get free shipping if you’re original amount was $60+ unlike some other websites (cough jolse cough i’m sorry i was hurt)

[ickadori]

++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

[summary] wrio’s spouse winds up in prison. special treatment ensues.

[cws] gender neutral reader. fluff.

“What you did was incredibly stupid.”

“I’d like to think it was very brave, actually.” You quip back, lips pursed as you turn up your chin. “You should be proud of me, really.”

“I should be proud that you got yourself thrown in prison?” You don’t have to look up to know that Wriothesley is sporting an incredulous expression. “Did they knock your head around a bit before bringing you down here?”

“You’re acting like I murdered someone.” You finally meet his gaze, and you resist the urge to sink down into your seat at the clear disapproval in his eyes. “All I did was—”

“Break into the Opera Epiclese and destroy government property.”

“That’s such a trumped-up charge!” You huff and roughly cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing as you think back on the charges that had been slapped down onto you by that damned archon. “You trip in the dark and accidentally fall into the oratrice and all of a sudden you’re a criminal. Hmph!”

“Yeah, exactly. It also doesn’t help that you broke in—”

“—I left my bracelet in there after the trial! Was I just supposed to leave it behind and potentially lose it forever? The condition of the lost and found in that place is downright terrible—the guards pocket all the good stuff.”

“You could have bought another one.”

“Not like this one.” You look down to the gray bracelet encircling your wrist, and a warmth spreads in your chest as you gently twist it around, finger rubbing over the messily written engraving on the inside of it. “This was a gift.”

“Hardly.” He sighs, and your eyes flick up to watch as he runs his hands through his already messy hair. “It’s just scrap metal I bent up and welded because I couldn’t buy you proper jewelry back when I was a prisoner.” It’s his turn to look at the bracelet.

“You were so creative back then.” You smile a bit wider. “I remember you used to have something new made every time I came to visit you. What was that one thing you made? The one that we painted together?”

“The ballerina music box.” He groaned, looking a bit embarrassed, and you snapped your fingers.

“The ballerina music box!” The ballerina was a bit oddly shaped, and the box had sharp corners on one side and rounded on the other, and the song the box played was distorted and sounded more creepy than relaxing due to some disfigured cogs, but you loved it nonetheless, and had even sobbed in thanks when he had first presented the gift to you. “I love that little box.”

“It looks like a child made it.”

“A child in the throes of eleazar, yes,” you nod, and his mouth opens a bit in surprise before he huffs out a laugh. “But I still love it… because you made it.” You give him a sweet smile, and you can see him soften up before your very own eyes; broad shoulders losing that rigidness, lids lowering, crease between his dark, thick brows disappearing.

“You’re tryin’ to butter me up.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Is it working?”

“Not at all, jailbird.” He gives you a smile of his own, and despite the clear sarcasm in it, you can’t help the little flutter your heart does at the sight. “No special treatment for you.” So he says, yet he had placed a cup of tea down for you the moment you were brought to his office, and had even tried to inconspicuously nudge the basket of cookies in your direction, pretending not to notice when you reached for one. “Spouse or not.”

“What a mean man.” You slouch down in your seat. “I treasure the gifts that my lovely, amazing, strong, handsome, and so so so incredibly smart husband gives me and what do I get in return? A criminal record and unfair treatment! I’m suing the entire nation the moment I’m free!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand in the air as if fanning away the conversation, and now it’s your turn to huff. “For the few days that you’re here, you’ll be working directly with me in exchange for coupons.” He takes a slow sip of his tea, adams apple bobbing as he swallows, before gently setting the cup back down onto its small plate. “I’ll make your first job real easy to get you in the swing of things.”

“How kind of you.”

He just barely contains an amused smile. “Very. Now…” He shifts in his seat. “Give me a kiss.”

“I’m married, Your Grace.”

“I’m sure your husband won’t mind. Kiss. Now.” He taps a finger against his lips, and after a moment you stand up and round his desk, hands finding his shoulders as you bend at the waist so your noses brush.

“My husband is a very good fighter, by the way. When he finds out you twisted his spouses’s arm like this, he’ll pummel you.”

“I can handle him.” A hand snags you by the waist, forcing you down into his lap, and you only have time to let out a quiet yelp before Wriothesley’s lips are on yours. The kiss is slow, sensual, and it brings a warmth to your cheeks and covers you with a bashful cloak when he pulls back to let his eyes roam over your face. “I’ve gotta say… your husband is a real lucky guy to snatch up someone as cute as you.”

“Hmph. Seems like you’re trying to butter me up now.”

“Is it working?” He presses his face into your neck, his lips pulling into a smile against your skin, and you have to fight back one of your own.

“Not at all, jailbird.”

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

I forget we were doing Bleach asks

Retsu and Rukia with a reader who is always perpetually tired no matter how much sleep they get or caffeine they take.

That's fine Anon, though I do hope to get some more soon. Also, I apologize for the shortness of Unohana's part, I tried to make it longer, but it kept feeling forced.

Now! Your Wish Is My Command!

Rukia was deeply concerned by your sleep schedule.

Once, she found you face down on the floor in the captain's office, out like a light while Captain Kyouraku was kneeling over you, Nanao was looking at you with concern, and Captain Ukitake asked Shunsui.

“Is he dead?”

In response, Captain Ukitake got a “I don’t think so, not yet at least. I think.”

“Oh! Rukia! Perfect timing, we require your assistance on- OH BY THE SOUL KING!!!” Captain Ukitake shouted as you grabbed him by the leg, nearly giving the sickly man a heart attack.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

After that, Rukia was told to keep an eye on you, and to make sure you didn’t scare anyone to death with your… predisposition to stop what you are doing, and lay down on the ground to take a nap.

To begin with, Rukia thought it was because of your work.

That proved to be false when she made you sleep for twenty four straight hours, you woke up, had more energy than usual for one whole minute.

During this minute you picked her up, laid down with her, and slept for another 24 hours.

This was extremely frustrating to Rukia, as that meant it was not your work as a soul reaper.

And so, for the next several months, Rukia set about trying to figure out what in the world was wrong with you.

She brought you to Captain Unohana, who could not heal your perpetual sleepiness away.

She brought you to Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who nearly dissected you in a rage after every single test he ran and drug he tried produced absolutely no results.

She even got so desperate as to go to Kisuke who only gave her a free coupon for 100% of her next purchase at his store after every conceivable test he could think of was run and came up with nothing out of the ordinary.

During this time, she also got a horrible grilling from Yoruichi on just why she was so desperate to see you up and wide awake.

Rukia said it was because she had been told to look after you by Captain Ukitake.

Yoruichi seemed to have gotten a laugh out of this for some reason before saying that someone doesn’t go to Mayuri Kurotsuchi AND Kisuke Urahara unless the world was coming to an end, the head captain himself had sent direct orders, or someone was desperate to help someone important to them.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Yoruichi’s words continued to torture Rukia for months after the fact.

And now, through a comedy of errors, she stood before Shinigami’s Women's Association.

Briefly, she considered using her Zanpakuto to escape this predicament.

Then she remembered that not only was Sui-Feng in the room, one of the four people in the Seireitei or associated with it capable of rivaling Yoruichi Shihoin in speed, but so was the woman voted both the most attractive and scariest captain for as long as she had held office, Retsu Unohana.

Rukia was then forced to accept that she had to spill her guts.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Four hours later, she had been “Persuaded” to act on what she was feeling.

And by “Persuaded” Rukia means that she had been nearly throttled to death by her fellow club members until she conceded to act on what she was feeling.

Now, Rukia stood outside her room which after a while had become the room she shared with you.

She didn’t know when that happened, only that it did not bother her nearly as it probably should have.

But, there was only one thing for her to do.

Step through the door, and ask you a question.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It was a very slow few days for the Shinigami Women’s Association.

Not a single peep from Rukia during the entire time.

No contact, no nothing.

Then, Nemu of all people made a report.

You and Rukia Kuchiki, kissing under a tree.

Isane expected many things when she walked through her Captain’s door in the morning.

Her captain doing paperwork.

Her captain waiting for the reports to be delivered.

Her captain staring off into the middle distance as she “Reminisced” over her younger days.

What she didn’t expect was her captain sitting on the floor and running her hand through the hair of the sleeping soul reaper whose head was in her lap.

“Ah! Isane, perfect timing. Would you be so kind as to fetch me a clipboard from the cupboard over there?” Captain Unohana asked with a kind smile that did little to hide her amusement at the situation she was in.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Over the next few days, Isane noticed that Captain Unohana had taken a keen interest in you and your condition.

Or more accurately, you had been chosen as the captain’s new chew toy.

As it turns out, you were quite the listener, even while asleep and the fact you let her play around with your hair was a nice bonus for the Captain Of Squad 4 as she destressed from her day.

Not to mention, you always seemed to make others sleepy when you were around them which probably helped Unohana find her few relaxing moments all the more easier.

Though, that didn’t quite explain why she had such a… connection to you.

At least, until Isane was in the records hall one day, and she pulled out your record.

Now, imagine her surprise when she saw your last name.

“Unohana”.

[kiefbowl]

this is a random thought I had in the shower actually well over a month ago, but I've been gnawing at it in my brain...and perhaps this is going to sound pathetic and a bit esoteric.

So, it suddenly dawned on me very randomly while I was showering that I have been paying for netflix for my own account since I was a freshman in college. Back in the dvd days, I remember having Firefly sent to me disk by disk my fall semester. This is 2009. It was an important part of college because I let my friends use it on their console and we'd all go to their dorm and watch streaming, and I passed out my log in to a ton of friends. I basically provided free Netflix to more or less 10 or so people over the course of four years for not even $7 a month I think.

What hit me though was that means, this year - that will be 15 years. That's what stopped me in my shower to stare off in the abyss for like 10 minutes and what's been on my mind for the past several weeks. I've been paying netflix for 15 years, which is the longest I've ever done anything. There is no other company I've so consistently paid for like this either, not for that many of years not even close. Quite possibly my longest relationship outside of my family and 2-3 other people. Netflix, the ever constant, of all forsaken things.

And what really bothers me about it is that, uhm, not to be an American consumer but like...I don't feel appreciated by netflix. For the past few years, I've barely used it, except for a few titles I've wanted to watch. I haven't passed out my log in since I changed it not long after college to keep an ex using it for free. I've remained loyal, despite the fact that I don't feel like some sort of loyal consumerist. I don't give a fuck about brands, I try to shop as little as possible, thrift what I can. And yet, what can I say? I actually am a loyal consumerist, to netflix that is.

What a shock to realize this, and what a shock to realize netflix does not acknowledge this, no email saying thanks, no surveys, no swag, no pizza party, no invite no perk no discount no nothing. Instead they raise prices, cut services, lose licenses, and cancel barely finished products. I'm 15 years loyal to this company for this?

And I think about the days of yore, but really not long ago. The preferred shopper's catalogues of department stores, the longtime shopper promotions of industry giants, the award systems for the loyal consumerists of chains and malls. The specialty Christmas items that are today vintage and worth money for their rarity. The thank yous, the special events. The mailers that say "Come to our store loyal customer and receive a free $20 coupon for that day!" And I'm not saying this is good, and of course it's all just marketing and advertisement, and I'm not saying this is the life I want to live...

But I am saying this would be easy for netflix to do, for someone like me. Someone who went from $7 to stream and receive DVDs, who got customers onboard when the model was new and the company was pioneering, to $20 to sit unused but for a month or two out of the year. It would be easy to pull the data. It would be easy to say which accounts have been opened the longest, to actually verify who has given 180 months worth of payments to them. It would be easy to give me a year's discount to say thank you. It would be easy for them to send an email to verify my address to send me merch. Do I want the merch? No, not really. But have they tried?

Have they even sent me an email saying "We appreciate your 15 years of support! We value you!" with little confetti animation? They didn't do it at 10 years. They didn't do it at 5 years. I don't recall ever receiving emails from netflix besides "Unfortunately, our payment model is changing."

As of today, I haven't pulled my account yet. I want to finish Bridgerton, even if this season is a snoozefest. But I think I will. I feel had and used, as pathetic as that sounds. Has Hulu done anything different? I can't remember when I signed up for them but it's been many years. No, but I frankly use it more, so I'm less angry. And with netflix...it's been fifteen years. They have really banked on us being passive in our payments, and accustomed to the freedom of endless choice, and it just feels gleeful that they never even once acknowledged I've been here this whole time. Actually, act like Sears and Bloomingdales 60 years ago, or we quit I think we should say. Ask me my address to send me a glass netflix mug or I'll fuck off, because who do you think you are to think so little of me, the only reason you exist for?

[projectbluearcadia]

Untethered

NSFW sub!Lucifer x dom!F!MC Spice Rating 4/4 ; BDSM Rating 3/3

[ Scenario - The best way for him to relax is to let you take care of everything. And by take care of everything, I mean destroying his ass with a strap and making him cry. ]

This pretty much jumps straight into the horny shit (I guess I was eager), so... to the doms/switches who have been waiting to break Luci, you're welcome.

CW (Lucifer receiving): Spanking (open-handed, paddle mentioned), use of strap-on, use of a butt plug, mentioned public, humiliation, degradation, implied orgasm denial.

Wordcount - 2636

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

No one would have ever guessed Lucifer could make the kind of faces he made when he was alone with you. When he was getting the kind of rough sex he had craved to receive from you, his one and only precious human. It was, he would reflect, liberating to be able to put control into someone else’s hands, someone who could be trusted with it. 

---

“Luci,” you call, coming up behind your boyfriend and laying your arms loosely around his neck as he reads what appears to be a store catalog containing coupons for food, among other things. He glances up at you, his reading glasses slowly slipping higher up the bridge of his nose, and you feel the brief urge to kiss him. He doesn’t seem that startled despite your surprise attack. Boooo, you think, internally smiling at the thought. 

“Yes?” he asks, running his gloved fingers over your hands slowly. “Did you need me for something?” Why yes, I did, and I still do, you think as a grin slowly crawls over your face. You had bought him a new toy today, and you were dying to try it on him. 

“I do, yes,” you reply with a smile, leaning your mouth close to his ear. “I have a present for you since you were so good for me during our date last week…” Lucifer lets out a soft groan through his nose, leaning back against his desk chair as you slowly reach down to stroke his chest. 

“I still haven’t entirely forgiven you for doing that to me in front of the waiter, you know.” he mumbles before you kiss him slowly. “I was in the middle of talking,” Kiss. “And you just had to turn it up on me…” Kiss. “It was so hard to…” Kiss. “...get the rest of my order out.” Kiss. “I thought my face was going to explode from embarrassment.”

“I know you were embarrassed, Luci; that’s why I let you cum.” You nip his ear, and a soft, hissy growl leaves his lips. “Don’t be so wound up when that waiter had no clue what I was doing to you. And even if he did, he got to witness one of the Devildom’s national treasures on the edge of moaning his pretty head off… I’d say you did him a service.” 

“Flattering me isn’t going to… mn.” Lucifer strokes your face, not seeming to mind you kissing him as you push his tongue around, dominating his mouth. He also doesn’t seem to mind as you make him stand up while you kiss him. 

“Isn’t going to what?” you murmur against his swollen lips. 

“...evil woman. Fuck you,” he grumbles, and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Do we need another lesson on respect, baby?” you ask, curling a finger through his hair, and his dark eyes seem to burn like hot coals, ready to blaze up and set fire to you both. “Or do you just not know how to ask for a punishment?” You snicker softly as Lucifer’s cheeks scatter with blush, and he closes his eyes with a soft groan. God, those glasses look great on him. Shame they’ll have to come off. 

“MC, just because I’m not doing work right now doesn’t mean I’m not busy.” Despite saying that, his hands had settled around your waist, affectionately rubbing your sides. “I already know what kind of ‘present’ you got for me, since you made the mistake of stashing it with the other toys you keep in my study.” 

“Oh?” you hum, running your hand down the back of his neck and making him shiver in the process. “You look at your toys in your free time?” 

“It’s not…” Lucifer paused. “Okay, fine, yes, I look at them sometimes. You know how much I think about screwing around with you, and they’re right there.” He gestured at one of his desk drawers, and you have to stop yourself from giggling. 

“Really? Do you use them without me?” you purr, and Lucifer’s cheeks pinken before he looks away from your eyes. Cute! So cute!

“I wouldn’t,” he replies stoically. “I refuse to.” That just makes me want to force you to use them on yourself, you think, intensely amused. 

“It’s not the same if I’m not the one doing it to you, is it, honey?” you whisper, dragging your lips against his neck, and he lets out a nice, sweet sound for you, and he shakes his head slightly in admission. He thought about it at least once. “That’s okay… I’m here now.” You tangle your fingers into his tie, dragging it free of his collar, smacking his hand hard when he tries to take his fingers under your shirt. “Mm mm. Behave.” You stroke his face while he grumbles, disappointed as you take his gloves off and make quick work of his cumbersome buttons. 

“Are we really going to do that here? Again?” Lucifer questions softly, and you smirk at him as his pale chest reveals itself to your prying eyes. You find yourself taking a moment to admire the prominent hickies you left behind the other day, including a bite mark that was half-hidden by his waistband. 

You tilt up his chin with a finger, and his breathing lightly stutters in his increasingly horny daze before you whisper: “Yes. Unless you’re going to be too distracted tomorrow by what I’m going to do to you.” A groan leaves Lucifer’s throat as he closes his eyes, the bulge in his pants rapidly getting bigger, much to your delight. 

“No… here is fine,” he muttered, a tad shyly before he sucked in a sharp breath as you raked your nails against his thigh to palm his erection. “...hah. Are you… going to let me cum today?” Oh, god, how that question sent your blood racing with excitement as his voice broke a little. 

“That depends; how hard do you want to beg for it?” you taunt, sweeping your hand back up and over his chest, which was almost hastily becoming hotter. Lucifer leans back against his desk, his expression settling somewhere between relaxation and trepidation as he enjoys your touch against his bare skin. 

“MC, I refuse to beg,” he grumbles, although that was an outright lie. He begged a lot when it came down to it, and he was always very adorable about it, like he couldn’t have lived without whatever you were teasing him with. 

“So my sweetheart doesn’t want to cum himself dumb like I planned?” you purr, and his dark eyes widen marginally in shock, his lips parting. “That’s too bad. I was looking forward to letting you make a mess all over yourself and leaving you on a crumpled heap on the floor while I leave to draw you a bath.” 

“Oh my fucking…” Lucifer groans, taking off his glasses to rub his hands over his reddening face. He doesn’t protest as you gingerly take them and lay them into their case. “MC, that isn’t fair.” You pat his face gently and condescendingly. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you murmur sweetly, “because you said you didn’t want to cum tonight, and I have to honor that.” Although that is very much a bluff because you plan on wrecking him whether he begs or not. 

“I said I refused to beg for it,” he protests, swiftly becoming more embarrassed by the second, even as he lets out a soft, luxuriant moan as you go back to stroking his front, your fingers working on taking his pants off. “I… ah, ergh… I want what… what you said…” You lightly smack his thigh in response, and he flinches and gasps despite the fact that it can’t have hurt him that much. 

“You’re right, darling,” you admit huskily as his trousers drop to the ground in a heap with the rest of his clothes. “You said you refused. You know how much I love it when you beg, so I think you realize what you did wrong.” Lucifer softly pants, his fingers tightly clenched around the edge of his desk as you loosen up your collar, feeling a rush of desire as his eyes needily absorbed the skin you exposed to his eyes. 

“That wasn’t… I wasn’t…” he tries despairingly, knowing he’s already fucked himself as his cheeks redden harder. “MC, please, I can’t, I can’t be patient for another week; I really can’t.” He’s so lovely when he starts to get desperate, you think before you bite his neck, hard, as you wrap your hand around his cock and give it a few rough strokes that make him whine with some pain. 

“You know the rules,” you growl, and as his body trembles, supreme delight fills up your body and starts to drench your already moist underwear. I trained you so well, Luci. I’m so fucking proud of you. “Bend over.” 

His ears glowing, Lucifer slowly turns his back to you and lowers himself over his desk without complaint, his fingers tensing and untensing as you lay your hand against his arse, giving him a little, playful swat that made him gasp out a nearly inaudible ‘I’m sorry.’ You chuckle as you open up the drawer full of toys, withdrawing two items—a bottle of lubricant and a butt plug. Evidently, he knows what they are purely by sound, because he’s desperately trying to suppress the whimper threatening to drip out of his mouth as he stiffens. 

You lean over him, letting your body fully press against his as you kiss his cheek, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp. 

“Relax, baby,” you whisper. “It’s not that big, I promise.” It wasn’t that small, either, but he didn’t need to know that. He swallows, and he relaxes a little under you. 

“Do… Do as you must,” he rasps, and you give him a loving kiss on his temple that makes him softly moan before you straighten and click open the bottle of lube, giving your fingers a nice coat before you press them against his ass. He flinches, probably at the temperature, but to his credit, he barely makes a sound as you gently prod him open with one finger. As you stretch him with two fingers however, you hear him whine, and you smirk to yourself as you grab the plug quietly and slather it in the lubricant still stuck on your fingers. And then Lucifer is shaking, groaning haltingly as you slowly push it inside him. “MC,” he gasps out as the plug hits its base and stops, and you rub his ass. 

“Feels good to have something in your ass, doesn’t it, honey?” you almost hiss before you kiss his lower back before viciously biting, and Lucifer lets out a startled, dirty cry that sounds like ‘yes.’ “And do you remember what else happens when you’re disobedient?” 

“Y…Yes,” he murmurs out, his expression foggy with lust as he leans into the desk, closing his eyes. “You… spank me.” 

“That’s right.” You squeeze his muscular glutes in your hands, half-debating whether or not you want to go upstairs to get the paddle, but you’re already starting to get impatient to fuck the shit out of him. As much as you’d like to leave him waiting in anticipation, it’s already torture to see how his cock is twitching while a few white drops dribble onto the porcelain tiles. “And how many times do you think you deserve it?” 

“Seventeen,” he mumbles, and you raise an eyebrow at the oddly specific number. He catches your gaze, his eyes consuming you. “The amount of times I thought about disobeying you in the last ten minutes.” He keeps track of that? God, he’s such a good little sub. 

“Alright. Seventeen,” you agree with a smirk before you whip your hand back to deliver a wicked slap that makes him cry out. 

“I’m sorry,” he gasps out. “I’m sorry, MC. I’m sorry.” You ease up on him a little as he hisses and groans. SLAP! SMACK! Your hand is already starting to hurt, but it’s so worth it to see the red imprint of your fingers on his asscheeks while he trembles. “Please, MC… MC, sto… I’m going to… ugh! I’m sorry!” Well that’s too good for me to deny him, you think with excitement racing in your loins. 

“Going to cum from getting your ass slapped, you disgusting little painslut?” you purr, and Lucifer’s ragged pants and groans rise in pitch. “Fine. Go ahead and cum.” You punctuate the last word with a particularly hard slap, and that throws him straight over the edge, his hips grinding against his desk as a wet sound reaches your ears. You imagine he came all over himself, and you watch with lewd fascination as strands of his off-white cum trickle down the front of his desk to land on the floor.  

I can’t take this; I need to fuck him right now. You almost feel like an animal as you watch him calm down, his face the picture of bliss as you start ripping your clothing off. You shove your hand back into the drawer and tear out the strap-on you bought, and Lucifer makes a small sound of protest as you take out his plug and all-but throw it on the ground. Eh, had to be cleaned anyway. 

“Don’t worry, honey; I made sure to pick one you’ll love,” you remark as Lucifer’s eyes stray backwards towards you, and for a sweet moment, you watch fear and uncertainty flicker into his eyes as he catches sight of the thing. Fear, as he watches you harness it on. You almost lick your lips at the sight of him cowering at the idea of what he’s about to get. “I’ll be gentle,” you assure, kissing his back and making him arch into you in the process. “At first.”

“That’s… fine,” he groans out, and you faintly notice there’s a little puddle of drool where his mouth was. “Please… I want it.” He’s driving you crazy, and you know full well it hasn’t escaped his attention that you’re dripping wet as you tease him with the freshly lube-slicked false penis. “Please fuck me, MC. Please. I can’t…” You can, you always can, but I’m really having a problem, you think before you work it all inside him, and tears glitter in his eyes. “Fuck me…” he gasps, his voice breaking as you grab one of his thighs. Your clit is burning with pleasant prickles as it rubs against the back of the strap-on. “Fuck me, please. Please…” 

“So needy,” you rumble as you slide it back out slowly, and Lucifer’s entire body twitches under yours before you smack his arse again. And the tears are starting to pour down his face. “Pitiful. The Avatar of Pride? Don’t make me laugh.” You snap your hips forward, and Lucifer almost yelps. “You just want to get pegged,” You spank him again, thrusting in and out of his ass harder and harder. “Humiliated,” Squelch. SLAP! “And used for my personal pleasure.” 

“Yes!” he yelled, and you tried your best not to moan, but this felt too good not to. Lucifer climaxed again just from that, and at this rate, you were going to as well. “Do it all to me! Fuck!” He growled between lascivious groans, and you let your head drop to his back, dragging your teeth over the skin as you pant. 

“I’ll do it all and more,” you gasp, keenly feeling your orgasm begging to release. A few more, and I can’t… You falter in your ministrations, and Lucifer almost whines like a puppy, bucking his hips back at you in need, and you don’t last much longer after that. And, as you orgasm, still fucking the strap into his ass, you snarl, “I’m going… to break you.” 

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And a bonus soft scene:

“Is the water too hot?” you ask Lucifer gently as he leans his cheek against the side of the tub, and he shakes it ever-so-slightly.

“It’s fine…” he sighs. “The House of Lamentation’s water can never run hot enough to hurt me, even more so since we have you in the house.” You pause, even as you turn off the water as it runs high enough to cover most of his body. 

“Was I too rough? You sound tired.”  

“I am tired, and not just because of you,” he admits, bringing his head up from the rim. “But no, MC, you’re fine. If you actually manage to cross a line, then I’ll tell you about it.” Lucifer surprises you as he dunks his head in the water and rubs his face. I’m glad I cleaned his semen off him first. “Rather than that…” Lucifer glances at you out of the corner of his eye as water drips from his hair. “The part I’m more concerned about is being able to squeeze you after we’re done.” 

“We always…” you start before you realize he’s making a motion for you to join him in the bath. 

“Come here. Please.” 

“What am I going to do with you?” you hum softly before you sink into the water as he squeezes you close to him as requested. Cute. 

[gildedphoenix]

SuperPhantom - White Crow

Posting this now because I'm not sure I'll ever finish it.

Feel free to contribute.

White Crow SuperPhantom

(965 words)

--+--

Dean answered his ringing flip phone. And NO Sam, he doesn't need a smart phone. The battery on this thing lasts 5 days and it survives being in Dean's pocket when he's thrown against a wall by the bad guy of the week.

"Hi Bobby. Whatcha got for us?"

"I hope you've got gas in the take because this one is going to be a bit of a chase." Bobby opened. "I've got reports coming in from all over about a white crow being linked to dozens of deaths. None of the hunters who've looked into it so far have been able to track the creature or find any connections between the victims. The issue is that some of the crimes aren't fresh. The last victim, a Tim Stillion, had been dead for weeks. Can't figure out the cause because the animals had been at his body. And unless this bird can teleport, he was on the other side the country when Stillion was kill't."

Sam, who was already clickity clacking on his laptop, spoke up. "It sounds like the crow isn't a portent of death then, but just a reporter. But how is it finding the bodies?"

"Yeah," Bobby drawled "I figured you'd come to that conclusion. That's why I called you boys. Every other hunter is out here trying to end this bird when it's solved more cold cases then all of them combined. Bunch of idgits."

Dean grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and started towards the garage. "So where are we headed Bobby? Any word on the last sighting?"

"Last couple time it was seen, it was around central Illinois."

"Let's roll"

-=-=-=-=-

Sam Manson revved her vespa and continued chasing the white crow down ST-54. They'd been at this for weeks now. And despite it all, Sam was just happy that she'd found Danny at all.

/three weeks ago/

"There's no way!" leopard print blouse said. "You look like one of my son's friends."

Danny had a tendency to drop whatever he was holding if he got summoned but for once, he kept hold of his cell phone. So when he ended up disappearing in the middle of a Doom speed run, Tucker was able to track him down. And after a few minutes (and way too few reasonable security measures) Sam and Tucker were able to watch a live stream from a web connected Nanny cam.

The room was all white, leather couches pushed back against the walls. Marble and brass coffee table set with white taper candles. Starbucks cups sitting on the ledge of the kitchen counter. And in the middle of the room, Phantom. Desperately trying to convince 6 PTA, HOA, Basic Witches that he was indeed the Ghost King that they were trying to summon.

A woman in a white gauze blouse and white wash jeans stepped forward. It must be her house, because she matched the decor. "How did you highjack the summoning?!" It was the same tone every teen has heard from their parents. The tone that said they'd already decided what had happened and were just waiting for you to admit fault.

"Hey, you summoned me. What did you even want, anyway? Pumpkin spice to be available year round? For the grocery store to accept your expired coupons? How about-"

"Now you listen to me young man," A third woman, dressed in sunny yellow and a high pony tail that did nothing to help her look younger. "You need to learn manners and your parents clearly didn't care to teach you"

("Ouch" danny mumbled, "accurate, but ouch" )

Yellow started chanting and the others quickly caught on and joined in. Danny, realizing that he was running out of time to gas light, gatekeep, or girlboss his way out of a solution, tried the old reliable Plan Z. Run away.

So he turned ghostly tail to the nearest window and - BONK! - was stopped by the shielding on the summoning circle. Which was a first. People usually forgot about that. Danny was now both impressed and worried as be felt both pressure and dread building around him as the chanting volume and speed.

Danny clutched his head as the pressure grew to a screeching point until everything released with a pop. The pressure was gone. The chanting was gone. Danny felt lighter, which was saying something given how gravity was typically just a suggestion while he was in ghost mode. Opening his eyes -and when had he closed them? - he noticed one more difference. Everyone had gotten bigger. And the furniture had gotten bigger. And the room had gotten…. uh oh. He had gotten smaller.

Danny was trying to orient himself and identify where an deep thudding was coming from when he was hit from the side. Foot steps. That's what the thudding was. They were just drastically louder when he was only tall enough to stare people in the shins. And the sidelong assault? A broom. Which connected a second time before he thought to go intangible. (Why did he always forget intangibility?)

The woman in white had gotten a broom and was swatting him towards the open patio door, her strappy white sandals stopping behind him and he frantically tried to coordinate his limbs in that same direction. His limbs did not want to coordinate but he eventually got himself out the door and the broom stopped swatting at him.

Once he cleared the threshold, the door rolled closed with a slam and the lock snicked shut.

"And don't come back unless you've learned respect!" was shouted at him from a nearby window before it, too was slammed shut.

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Looking back into the house, he was met by his own reflection in the sliding glass door.

"SQUAAAAAAK!"

In which Danny and Sam are traveling the US 90's road trip style to absorb the ecto of recent (or semi-recent) murders so Danny can get enough power to break the spell and transform back.

The general hunter community is chasing a white crow and a witch to stop them from committing all these murders.

And Sam and Dean and Bobby are trying to just figure out what's going on.

[akumicchi]

It takes two to love

[Tamaki x fem reader] tw: food.

Just fluff and domesticity

— Do you think we have it all already?— Tamaki had asked, checking the red plastic basket full of groceries — We have the tapioca starch, fruits, milk...

— Yup, but guess what? —she turned to him with a playful twist of her head— You just won a coupon for a free meal cooked by yours truly. And I need some ingredients. The other day you said you were craving some pasta, right?

He swayed his head from side to side, barely containing a smile. Tamaki let himself be pulled further into the supermarket by their intertwined pinkies.

It was late in the afternoon when the weekly errands were finished and they settled back home for the night. It was an odd pretty thing, this routine both had built for their matching days off, whenever it was. It wasn't normally disrupted by a trip to the supermarket, but in Tamaki's book, quality time doesn't need a specific place to occur. The bought goods sat on the counter, while he rearranged them on their rightful places in the cabinet or the fridge. He had taken a pair of tomatoes from the bag, when she shamelessly stole them from his hands.

— Thanks, Tama, you're always such a gentleman —she teased and kissed his cheek before turning to the chopping board, light on her feet.

It wasn't out of the ordinary, but it was peculiar and funny to see her all...bubbly, like clear water from a stream. He laughed at her.

— You really are excited about making that pasta, wonder were that's coming from? —he got close to the sink, rolling up his sleeves.

— Nope, you're not working on this today, Hun —her hand went to his arm, stopping him from filling the pot with water.— This is my way to say thank you for all your hard work, it won't make sense if you're cooking too! This is your coupon, remember?

Tamaki could feel the heat on his face and the pickup of his heart rate.

— I-um... Okay. But at least let me prepare the boba tea. I want to thank you for your hard work too and —he spoke softly in a classic Tamaki fashion, looking at her right in her round eyes. He had become good at holding eye contact with other people. He thought it may have been due to her influence —, for putting up with me all this time.

She sat the knife on the chopping board, and her arms went to hang loosely around his neck— You know I'm not putting up with you, right? I'm here with you because I love you. I wouldn't be who I am now if it weren't for you, and believe me, I like who I am right now. Do you want me to remind you? —her voice was softer, lower like a whispered secret, as her fingertips rubbed his nape.

Tamaki shuddered under her touch and gaze. His nod was short, almost imperceptible under the weight of his shame. She hugged him tight, scratching his scalp and rubbing his nape. He felt himself go warmer after getting a few kisses on his cheek, heart pounding even faster when she whispered:

— You know I've never really had a favorite hero when I was a kid, right? None of them actually made me feel that sense of... admiration, so to speak. But after my time in UA, the internships and all that, I changed my mind. You are my favorite hero, Tamaki. You are my hero.

Tamaki sighed, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt petty, needing to be reassured of something he already knew.

They stood there for a few minutes, holding each other tight, swaying slowly from side to side. Then the urgency to eat came over, and both returned to their tasks: Tamaki prepared the boba tea, she cooked the pasta. The mood picked up fast, with her bumping his hips and vice versa. She hand fed him some sauce and he hummed in satisfaction. Soon enough the food was plated and they sat next to each other at the table.

— Hmm! This is good! —Tamaki said, eyes closed in bliss as he chewed his portion.

— Right? Just the best for my baby.

— What? —he laughed— How come I'm your baby when I'm older than you?

— Shush it, silly, you are my baby.

He just laughed at her goofiness again. Then he waited, relying on his hero instincts, calculating the best time for a swift attack, and stole a spoonful of her own pasta, and stuffed it right into his mouth.

— Hey, that was mine!

He snorted.

•••

The dishes were washed and she sat at a small table on the balcony. She was surrounded by plants and had a clear view of the city lights. It was as peaceful as the busy metropolis could be. In moments like this, she wished the days off were everlasting.

Tamaki arrived shortly, holding two glass cups of the boba tea he had made earlier. He hadn't even fully entered the balcony when a fit of giggles bubbled out of his mouth.

— What is it? —she raised a brow.

Her boyfriend didn't answer. Instead, he put both glasses on the table and left the room, only to return with a napkin, which he used to wipe away some remnants of sauce from her lips.

— There, all better. —he found it very endearing, how her cheeks lit up with color and her eyes averted his gaze, visibly embarrassed. Even the way she tried to play it off was adorable, his silly girl.

— Oh, clumsy me... Haha...

— Even if you're clumsy, I'll always be by your side to clean up your little messes —Tamaki smiled softly, crouched in front of her—. It's the least I can do for you.

She hid her face behind her hands, voice tight in a whine— But I don't want you cleaning my messes though? I'm not a kid!

She had always had an ability to fluster him with sincere compliments and cheesy remarks. One of her favorite things to say was that her job was to show him how loved he was, and if it had to be done by flustering him, then the better. His job, on the other hand, on his own words, was to make her feel safe, so safe that not even her own demons could do her any harm. But it was nice to turn the tables from time to time.

Tamaki pryed her hands out, placing them on her chest— This is where I want your hands to be. It's just me here, so don't hide. Besides —he smiled—, you may not be a kid, but you're still my baby.

— Tamaki! That's my line!

He laughed.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

The anti Gojo fan club

"Are you sure you belong here?" Asked the oversized bouncer. Standing before him was a young teenage boy with pink locks and a school uniform.

"I think you'd be more comfortable at that place." He then pointed over to the club down the road (Weenie Hut Jr.'s).

"I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm on the list."

The bouncer then looked down and noticed four glowing, red eyes. He gulped and tried his best not to shit himself on the spot before moving aside and letting the boy in. Sighing in relief, the man let himself regain composure. It was then that he heard the most terrifying words in his life.

"Kenjaku, I told you that you were in charge of snacks! Honestly, I can't count on you for anything. It seems that I'M the one who has to do everything around here! Hey, you! How would you like to be apart of our dinner service instead of guarding that door?"

Sukuna said apart of as in literally. Everyone dragged the man in as the king of curses got his tools ready.

"Domain expansion, Malevolent Kitchen!"

______

Uraume was now busy cooking. They had a number of dishes in mind such as skewered intestines, "finger" sandwiches and some roasted thigh to name a few. As they were preparing the feast, the meeting began.

"Welcome, lowly peasants! Today marks our third annual villains assembly (totally not the bad guy version of AA that Gojo had forced on them). I see we have some new faces here. Care to introduce yourselves?"

A scrawny man stood up.

"M-my name is Ijichi and I joined because I can't tolerate Gojo's abuse any longer! He keeps spouting something about how "he's the 'honoured' one", and that's the reason why he's allowed to put kick me signs on my back and keep ding dong ditching my doorbell all night!"

The man then started to have a nervous breakdown and began to sob.

"There, there. You are among friends now.  You see, everyone here has a reason for hating the six eyed bastard."

"Not me. I'm just here for the free coupon tickets!"

Sukuna sighed.

"Who is the guy again?"

"My name's Reggie Star! I've been on TLC's extreme couponing! Why does everyone forget I exist!?"

"Reggie, we've been over this. This is solely for those that hate Satoru Gojo. If you can't abide by our clubs rules then feel free to leave."

Suddenly Kenjaku began to choke himself. Sukuna gave him a curious glance.

"Sorry, you know how my vessel likes to act up."

Sukuna nodded in agreement.

"We need to end this meeting in two hours or else the brat will wake up and spoil the fun. Now, is there anything else worth mentioning? Speak now."

"When do we get to play board games?"

"Damn it Mahito, you know well enough that those festivities don't take place until after everyone has eaten!"

"Hey, what is that!?"

Everyone started to notice a figure that was clearly trying to hide behind the throne but it was useless.

"I can hear your mosquito like voice already, Yorozu! You know the rules, no girls allowed."

The girl then popped out and began to pout.

"Then why do Mahito and Kashimo get to be here!?"

"For the last time, Mahito is a curse who has no gender and the consensus was that while Kashimo "looks female enough", he is indeed still male."

Mahito then decided to taunt her.

"Yeah! What's so cool about girls anyway!?"

"Didn't you wear a school girl uniform while fondling breasts you created?"

"That was one time Jogo, and it wasn't even canon!"

"I've had enough of this. Someone escort her out!"

Yorozu screamed and thrashed so Kenjaku released Kurourushi outside. She immediately ran after the cockroach so she could study it.

"Dinner is ready."

______

After everyone had finished, Mahito asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

"Which tastes better? Humans or curses?"

Kenjaku then appeared."Let me help answer that."

Kenny then began to drag a screaming Mahito towards his palm and then proceed to vore him down.

"Thank you! He was getting on my nerves."

Kenjaku began to savor the taste of Maximum Uzumaki and then proceeded to vomit the curse back up.

"I'd have to say humans. How did my vessel put it? You taste like a rag used to clean up shit and vomit."

Sukuna then joined in.

"So it matches his personality?"

"Correct."

Mahito was now trembling on the floor when the king of curses looked down upon him.

"Kenjaku, won't you be a dear friend and put on some karaoke for the entertainment? I want to sing skyfall."

Jogo lit his pipe up and started getting blazed. He had been waiting for the curse to get his ass beat.

"This weed is so good Hanami. Where did you find it?"

".ti werg I"

"Nevermind..."

______

"Wherever you go, I go. What you see, I see."

Mahito was now running for his life as Sukuna walked towards him. He thought about hiding in the bathroom but then remembered a word of advice he read on Yoshihiro Togashi's twitter account. "Never shit alone, for if you do, the horny clown will come to decapitate you!"

"Why did Gege have to put me in Shonen Jump!?"

Something then grabbed him by his collar.

"Found You!"

"Look, if this is about all those times I cheated when I was the banker in Monopoly, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, we're not killing you."

______

Mahito was now placed inside a pet crate.

"What's going on!?"

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Nanami?"

"I didn't expect to see you here Ijichi. I'm here because I was told that there was a curse that needs to be euthanized. Fortunately, I'm kind hearted and believe that even the worst animals have a chance at being reformed. It just takes proper discipline..."

The cage began to rattle.

"NOOOO! ANYONE BUT HIM! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!"

Kento then picked up the handle of the carrier.

"Expect to be eating out of a dog bowl and being kept on a leash once we get home."

Everyone failed to realize that the two hour window had passed and Itadori began to wake up.

"Huh? What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

The crowd wasn't sure what to do until Kenjaku stepped up.

"Hello, son. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I really am dreaming then. Something that crazy could only happen in my imagination."

"You're my special. You were the only one I didn't abort."

"Huh? No offense mister but you're really creeping me out. I think I'm just gonna head out."

After the boy left, Kashimo spoke up."

So how big was he?"

"Gross!"

Everyone knew that the god of thunder had a thing for the king of curses.

"All I'm saying is that they were identical twins right?"

"I've had enough of this filth! Youngsters these days!"

Out came a disgusted Gakuganji. He was clearly the biggest Gojo hater but it seems that he couldn't tolerate the crudness of today's youth. The club would never hear his guitar covers of Jimi Hendrix again.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Voicemail (Free Day)

day 31 @youngroyals-events thank you for everything (more coming in a separate post bc i have a lot of thanks to give)

A collection of voicemails left by Wille.

read below or on ao3 (G, 800)

Simon’s phone. March 29th, 2027, 4:29pm.

“Hi baby! I’m on my way home, I’m just about to stop at the store. Did you say we needed more milk? I’ll grab some anyway, I think I have a coupon. Oh my gosh, you’ll never believe what I saw on my lunch break today. I took a walk around the park and there was this little mama duck, and she had a little trail of babies following after her. I nearly cried. I was late getting back to the shop because I stayed to watch them swim around in the pond. And I- Oh, I just remembered I sent you a video of that. Well, I’m telling you again because it bears repeating. One of these days when we move out of the city, we should get a bunch of animals or something. I think I’d make a good farmer. Or would that make us ranchers? Anyway, I’ll see you in a few. I love you!”

Felice’s phone. November 11th, 2029, 7:13am.

“Felice, we have an issue. I’ve been following this recipe you sent so closely but I’ve managed to screw it up. Why do my egg whites look like this? … I just remembered you can’t see them. I’ll text you a picture. They’re all grainy and weird, though. Are you busy right now? This would be so much easier if we could do this on FaceTime or something. I’d owe you big time. I guess call me when you wake up, if you can? Love you. Thanks in advance.”

Linda’s phone. October 20th, 2027, 5:32pm.

“Hi Linda! Simon and I are running a bit late. Someone had to spend an extra thirty minutes fixing his— Hey! I’m trying to explain to your mom why it’s not my fault we’re late! Sorry, Linda. We’ll be there soon, I promise. Simon is being very safe, though, and definitely not taking his hands off the wheel to try to steal my phone. I made some new cookies with a recipe Felice gave me, too. I’m excited for you to try them! You have to actually give me a sincere review this time. I appreciated all your kindness last time, but I want you to be brutally honest about these ones. Okay, we’re about five minutes out. See you soon!”

August’s phone. February 1st, 2034, 9:48pm.

“Hi, August. It’s Wille. I saw a short clip of the ceremony today. Sorry I couldn’t make it. Mamma seems confident in you, and I actually think you’ll do a good job. I’m not calling you ‘Your Royal Highness’, though… I wish you the best. Bye.”

Sara's phone. July 15th, 2025, 3:06pm.

“Okay, I grabbed what you said. I think— Oh, sorry. Hi. It’s Wille. You know that. Listen, I am worried he’s getting suspicious. I’m bad at keeping secrets from him, you know this. I still think no one should’ve told me and this party could’ve been a surprise for both of us. Sorry, rambling. I think I managed to find everything on the list. They only had two packs of purple balloons left, so hopefully 50 is enough. Oh! The cake looks awesome, too. Felice did a great job. He’s going to love it. Okay, I gotta go, he’s coming. See you— Hi Simon! … No, just a scam call. How—”

Kristina’s phone. September 5th, 2032, 6:11pm.

“Hi Mamma. I’m sorry I missed your call earlier. Things have been really busy over here. The movers showed up on time, thankfully, and everything went smoothly. We managed to get a lot unpacked already. Simon and I just had our first official dinner at our new kitchen table! Let me know when you and Pappa want to come visit. I’d say give us a few weeks to at least get the majority of the boxes cleared out. You’re going to love the view of the lake. It’s so beautiful, Mamma… I’m really happy here. Okay. Call me when you can… I love you. Say hi to Pappa.”

Erik’s phone. June 1st, 2026, 1:52am.

“Hi Erik. It’s your brother. Wille. Um… I graduated today. I didn’t end up finishing at Hillerska. It got shut down. You may actually know a little bit about why. I don’t want to talk about that… The past few years have been really tough, Erik. There are a lot more good days than bad ones now, but it still hurts every day. I miss you a lot. I hope you’ve forgiven me for stepping down from the throne. I think you have. You knew I never wanted it. I’m starting at uni in the fall, and Simon and I are going to live together. I’m really excited, actually. Normal life, and all that. Maybe I’ll even get a job. Imagine that. Former Crown-Prince working as a barista. Um, okay. I should probably get back to sleep. I’ll call again soon. I love you, big brother… Bye.”

[unpredictable-probabilities]

VIP Privileges

Summary

It's his third year at NRC and Jamil is content to spend much of his birthday cleaning the gym.

However, Azul's gift makes him reconsider his plans.

Word Count: 2,956

Notes:

For Day 4 of AshenViper Week 2024!

Prompt: Jamil's Birthday

Happy birthday, Jamil! ^_^

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Jamil placed the basketball on the rack along with the others, double-checking to be sure that nothing was missing.

“Jamil?” a voice echoed across the gym.

He turned to see Azul walking over to him. “Oh hey. What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for Floyd, he isn’t answering his phone as usual,” Azul answered as he stopped in front of Jamil. “What are you doing here? And so early in the morning, too. Shouldn’t the birthday boy be off celebrating somewhere?”

Jamil rolled his eyes. “There’s gonna be a celebration dinner later at Scarabia. Kalim’s leading the preparations, if you can believe that.”

Azul chuckled. “I can, actually. Kalim has really stepped up now that we’re in our Third Year. But anyway, now that I’ve got you here,” he took a small card from his pocket and handed it to Jamil. “Happy birthday.”

Jamil took it and saw that it was a coupon for a free meal at Mostro Lounge, no price limit and free use of the VIP area that was separated from the rest of the Lounge with a magical rope and curtains. Jamil remembered that some students do hold small gatherings in the VIP area, and if anyone who wasn’t invited tried to cross the red velvet rope cordoning it off, the rope emitted colored ink to splash on them that would last for days. And the Leech Twins would hunt down the ink-stained culprit and settle debts.

“VIP area privileges?” Jamil raised an eyebrow at Azul. “Did you think I was the type to invite a bunch of people to eat with me?”

“No, but I know you hate being approached all day for birthday greetings. If you use the VIP area, you can eat in peace. Perhaps invite a friend or two to join you. The velvet rope would accept anyone if you verbally give them permission.”

“Alright, thanks,” Jamil pocketed the coupon. “Is it only valid for today, though? I don’t know if I’ll have time to eat at Mostro Lounge right now, I still gotta finish cleaning up here.”

Azul frowned. “That’s a birthday coupon, you can only use it today. And why are you tidying up all by yourself?”

“Coach said everything had to be ready for the practice tournaments on Monday. Since it’s Saturday now, I volunteered to get the gym ready,” Jamil shrugged.

Azul looked at him curiously before nodding in understanding. “I see. You volunteered to stay up here the entire day so you wouldn’t get pestered by people wishing you a happy birthday.”

Jamil chuckled and put his hands in his pockets. “That obvious, huh?”

The corner of Azul’s mouth lifted in a smile. “Yes. But, now that you have the option to stay at Mostro Lounge instead, I shall help you clean up so you’ll have time to use that coupon.”

“What?” Jamil frowned, following Azul with his eyes as the Octavinelle Prefect took off his coat and hung it neatly on the rack where some spare jerseys and clean towels were hanging. “Why would you care if I spend my birthday up here?”

Azul sighed in exasperation and rolled his eyes. “Because we’re friends, Jamil. Despite you insisting otherwise whenever the subject comes up.”

Jamil’s frown deepened as he felt his face warm. Some of their classmates liked to subtly tease him about having romantic feelings for Azul whenever they worked together in Alchemy or Flight class, so yeah, he would say to them that they weren’t even friends. But Azul always seemed oblivious to the implications of their classmates, so as far as he knew Jamil just liked to deny they were friends. And Jamil wasn’t about to correct him on that.

“Don’t you have other things to do?” Jamil asked instead. “You were looking for Floyd, right? Don’t you guys have work?”

“I was looking for him because tomorrow is our weekly meeting at the Lounge, and I need him to write down the new recipe he came up with so we could discuss it at the meeting,” Azul replied as he rolled up his sleeves. “Since I’ve already sent him multiple texts reminding him of it and I have no further responsibilities for the day, I’m free to help you get the gym ready for your practice tournament.”

“Is this a ploy to get me to owe you a favor somehow?” Jamil narrowed his eyes.

There was that half-smile from Azul again. “If it would make you feel more at ease about letting me help, then you can answer a feedback form at the Lounge after your meal. We’ll consider it even.”

“Fine,” Jamil relented. “All that’s left to do is mop the entire gym floor and make sure the bleachers are clean. I wasn’t gonna use magic so I’ll have an excuse to spend most of the day here, but…” he shrugged. “We can use magic now to make it easier.”

Azul nodded and adjusted his glasses. “Alright. Shall we?”

With the two of them teaming up, they made quick work of the tasks while hardly breaking a sweat. Jamil was quietly glad of Azul’s help, mainly because in hindsight he would have gotten bored spending so much time tidying up by himself. They talked while they worked; about homework and the upcoming exams, the tragedy of how Floyd was a danger to society but also competent and talented enough that they couldn’t afford to lose him in Mostro Lounge and the Basketball Club, and other random things that they happened to think about as the minutes went by.

After making sure that they didn’t miss anything, they both sat on the bench next to the water dispenser and took sips of cold water from paper cups.

“It’s past 11,” Azul said after looking at his watch. “If you go to Mostro Lounge now you can get to the VIP area before the lunch crowd arrives.”

“Yeah…” Jamil glanced down, fidgeting with his paper cup. “Do you… wanna come with  me?”

“Oh, you don’t need me there. Just show them the coupon and they’ll lead you to your seat. The velvet rope would be magically activated once you pass it.”

“No, I mean—” Jamil sighed and ran a hand down his face. It was already a challenge trying to say the words, and Azul’s obliviousness was making it even more difficult. “Do you wanna have lunch with me?” he directed the words to his cup.

From the corner of his eye he saw Azul freeze midway into lifting his own cup to his lips. “What? You’re… inviting me to have lunch with you?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jamil drank all the water in his cup so he wouldn’t have to meet Azul’s gaze. “We eat together all the time when we’re working on projects. The only difference now is I get free food.” And we’ll be alone together at a private table. Which means no one can interrupt our conversations to ask you out like they’ve done multiple times now.

Azul kept a busy schedule and was generally hard to find outside of classes, so some of their schoolmates tended to ambush him in the hallways or at lunch to ask him out to school dances and parties and whatever. As far as Jamil knew, Azul always politely declined the advances, but it was still annoying whenever those people would appear and blatantly flirt with him while Jamil was standing right there.

And since it’s Jamil’s birthday, he figured he could afford to have the audacity to want Azul’s attention all to himself for just one meal.

“Alright,” Azul replied. “I do wish to eat now after all that work.”

“Cool.” Jamil stood up and tossed his empty paper cup into the trash bin. “Let’s go.”

—

“I thought you were hungry. Is that all you’re gonna eat?” Jamil asked before taking a bite of his shawarma.

They were now in the VIP area where the thick fancy curtains blocked out most of the noise from the lunch hour rush. Jamil ordered a bunch of dishes that he wouldn’t otherwise order if he had to pay. He was hungry too after basketball practice and then the clean-up, and it was nice to eat good food that he didn’t have to prepare.

Azul was picking at his salad with a fork. “I already indulged in a rather heavy breakfast, I don’t want to consume too many calories when it’s only lunchtime.”

“But I ordered for two people. You can’t expect me to eat all of these,” Jamil gestured to the food. “Besides, you burned a lot of your breakfast calories earlier at the gym. Now you’ll just be getting them back.”

Azul pursed his lips and looked thoughtful for a moment. “I suppose you’re right.” He reached for a macaron and took a bite.

Jamil sipped his iced tea to hide his smile. Azul wasn’t as self-conscious about his diet now as he had been back then, but sometimes he still needed a bit of encouragement to eat what he wanted. That's why Jamil ordered food that he knew Azul liked in the hopes that he could persuade him to eat more.

“Has Floyd replied to your messages yet?” Jamil asked.

Azul got his phone from his pocket and checked the screen. “Not yet. He’s probably off terrorizing Riddle again. In hindsight I should have checked Heartslabyul; if he had caused any damage to their topiaries I would have to convince Riddle not to behead him. He needs to have magic for his afternoon shift here.” He pocketed his phone.

Jamil chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry too much. I think Riddle would be more lenient if you’re the one convincing him.”

Azul furrowed his eyebrows and picked up his glass of iced tea. “What do you mean?”

“Uh…” Jamil internally cursed himself. He had let his guard down too much and slipped with that remark. “You know. Because he likes you.”

Azul coughed out his mouthful of iced tea. “What? What are you talking about?”

Jamil shifted in his seat. “Well, doesn’t he? Our classmates even talk about how maybe you two are dating but just aren’t admitting it.”

Azul looked baffled, absently wiping his chin dry with the table napkin. “What in the Great Seven is the basis for those rumors?”

“Well, you never say yes when people ask you out,” Jamil shrugged. “And they say Riddle definitely has a secret boyfriend because he smiles at his phone now and receives small gifts from time to time.”

“And you believe inane gossip with such a weak foundation?” Azul raised an eyebrow at him.

“Of course not,” Jamil said defensively. And it was true. If he really believed Azul already had a romantic partner, he wouldn’t always be finding ways to spend time with him. But it was entirely possible that Riddle did like Azul. And that Azul might like him back… “I just explained what the basis of those rumors are, since you asked.”

Azul sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Riddle’s ‘secret boyfriend’ is Trey. He’s off on his internship now so of course they’re always texting and sending gifts to each other. Absolutely do not tell anyone this, or Riddle might just literally behead me,” he said pointedly.

Jamil’s mouth was open in surprise, and he blinked repeatedly to recover. “Wow, uh, okay. Yeah. I don’t wanna risk Riddle coming for me, too.”

“Good. And so what if I never say yes to people asking me out? You do the same. It doesn’t mean you’re dating anyone… Right?” Azul sounded a little unsure.

“Yeah I’m not dating anyone.” Jamil took his knife and fork and began slicing the shawarma on his plate. He'd never eaten shawarma like that before but he felt restless and wanted something to do with his hands.

“Right. I thought so,” Azul said. “There aren't even any rumors about it.”

Jamil couldn't stop the disbelieving snort that came out of him.

“What?” Azul frowned.

“Nothing,” Jamil suddenly felt irritated. “Just… you're so dense,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?” Azul sounded offended.

“There are rumors about me dating someone,” Jamil snapped. “In almost every class we go to I hear them. You've just been too dense to notice.”

Azul was taken aback. “Why do you seem so angry? Forgive me if I don't pay attention to gossip,” he said sarcastically.

Jamil rolled his eyes and sliced his food more aggressively. At this rate he'd be eating shredded shawarma.

“... Who is it, then? Who do they think you're dating?”

Jamil felt his face burn up and he kept his gaze on his plate. Damn him for losing his temper and slipping up like that. “Why do you care?”

“Well it seems awfully important if you'd snarl at me for not knowing it—”

“It's you, Azul!” Jamil met his gaze to glare at him. “They think we're dating, okay?”

To Jamil's surprise, Azul's fair cheekbones became scarlet. “W-What— When—” Azul sputtered.

“Shut up, we don't have to talk about it,” Jamil said and looked down at his plate again.

A few seconds of silence passed before Azul spoke.

“I didn't realize it was such an upsetting idea,” Azul said ruefully.

“Ugh, what is wrong with you? I can't believe I like you!”

Jamil saw Azul's eyes widen and he realized what he just said.

“I…” Jamil felt as if a bucket of cold water had just been poured over him. He couldn't tell if he had gone pale or entirely red in the face. He stood up. “I should go.”

“Jamil, wait,” Azul stood up as well.

Jamil turned to leave—

“I like you too,” Azul's hurried voice said behind him.

Jamil's eyes widened as he stood frozen and staring at the curtains. He turned and saw that Azul had walked around the table to stand in front of him. “You don't have to say that just because—”

“Jamil,” Azul cut him off. “I… lied about looking for Floyd.” He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before speaking again. “He replied to my text immediately, and I asked him where you were so I could give you the coupon. And I helped you in the gym because I didn't want you to spend your birthday hiding away doing chores.” His eyes mirrored the nervousness that Jamil felt, but he never looked away.

“I asked you to have lunch with me in private because I hate it when people ask you out, especially when we're together,” Jamil heard himself say, the words rushed as if he would be too scared to say them if he spoke any slower.

Azul's eyes widened and his face turned an even brighter red. He opened his mouth and then closed it again without saying anything.

For several heartbeats they just stood there, the air between them rippling with an energy that Jamil didn't dare name.

Jamil couldn't tell who stepped forward first, but in the next instant they were holding each other, teeth clacking in a hurried kiss. They pulled away just long enough to right themselves, and the next press of their lips sent a shiver down Jamil's spine. His hands found Azul's hair, his fingers threading through impossibly soft locks. Azul's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer.

The kiss was a spark that lit something, something Jamil had long denied was real but now threatened to consume them.

Jamil gave as much as he took; Azul's tongue was soft against his, sweet and intoxicating and just as demanding as his own. He was a ship caught in a storm and all he could do was hold on for dear life as the waves rose and fell.

They were both breathing heavily by the time they broke apart; Jamil rested his forehead against Azul's, and they just held each other as they caught their breaths, lingering in the quiet that blanketed them.

“You mean we could have been doing this a long time ago?” Jamil said softly, playfully incredulous.

Azul chuckled and straightened up to look at Jamil, still keeping his hold around him. “No matter. We can do this more from now on. I-If that's what you want,” he added hurriedly.

“I do,” Jamil wound his arms tighter around Azul. “And, I want…” he looked down, feeling his face warm.

“Yes? What is it?” Azul's voice was soft and encouraging.

Jamil swallowed and met Azul's eyes. “I want… just you and me. Do you… wanna date?”

The smile that slowly appeared on Azul's face was like the sun coming out, and Jamil almost forgot to listen to Azul's response because he was so busy staring.

“I do,” Azul looked right into Jamil's eyes. “Just you and me.”

Jamil smiled, drinking in the sight of Azul so close to him, Azul happy to be with him.

“Oh by the way,” Jamil suddenly remembered something. “I've been meaning to ask, do you wanna come over to Scarabia tonight for that birthday dinner? Earlier I wasn't sure if it would be weird to invite you, but,” he shrugged. “I can now,” he smiled.

Azul chuckled. “I would love to be there. But what about the… rumors? About you and me dating? Are we telling anyone or…?”

“I want to,” Jamil sincerely said. “If that's okay with you.”

Azul nodded, his eyes twinkling as he smiled, and Jamil wished he could tell everyone right now. “That's what I want as well.”

“Great,” Jamil grinned. “Do I still need to answer that feedback form for the meal?” he raised an eyebrow playfully.

“No need, I can already tell you enjoyed it immensely,” Azul smirked.

Jamil rolled his eyes fondly and leaned in to kiss his smug boyfriend again.

----

(AshenViper Week 2024 Masterpost)

(Masterlist)

[kuromitos]

Heartbeat comfort

[Jason Todd x Fem!Reader]

Late-night ideas and some ideas I had for an oc of mine but instead of boring you with those details. I create this instead.

Jason Todd isn't exactly the smartest guy around but he did notice things. He notices the little details about stuff. The stuff that matters. Like his current girlfriend. He notices very single details about her.

The way she parts her hair before heading to work, the way she cooks the food when they have a night together, the way she rolls her eyes when she annoyed with him.

But his favorite details about her are how she shows affection to him. Everything about it makes him feel so loved and treasured. Like he's the only one in the world. The only thing that matters. Just like how he feels about her.

As much as he loves the way she shows affection, there's one way that stick out the most to him.

Before going to bed, she wraps her arm around him and lay her head directly on his chest, right where his heart is, and goes to sleep. On an occasional morning, he wakes up to her doing that exact thing. Laying her head on his chest. Does it every morning and every night.

At first, he thought she just like his chest. He got to admit that he has an attractive body. He has seen people stare when he's at the gym.

But due to how long she had been doing it, he can't help but feel like it more than just simple attraction. It's almost like its is part of her daily routine. Her day can't start without doing that simple action.

Due to that feeling, he decided to confront her about it. Just when she came home from work, he greet her as usual, with a forehead kiss, and started the conversation.

"Hey doll." A giggle escapes her mouth, "hey handsome. You hungry for Chinese tonight? My friend recommended me this place on 65th street we can order from." She walks around him to put her coat down on the couch and heads to the bathroom. "I was actually thinking about cooking something," Jason says while following her around to hear her response.

"As much as I love your cooking, baby. We rarely get a night together so I want to spend it together as much as possible." "I'm just going to the kitchen " "you don't like me in the kitchen when you cook. You make me seat in the living room" "Yeah cause you eat the ingredients and boss me around. " she laughs at his answers and wraps her arm around his neck; He wrapped his arms around her waist in response. "I'm just helping." "You can help by seating still and look pretty " another laugh left her mouth as she leans closer to his face, "Well another reason I don't want you to cook is because I want your attention on me and me only tonight"

She kiss him after that sentence and a moan left his mouth. He pulls away because he getting sidetracked from his main goal. "Speaking of attention, there's something I wanted to ask you." Jason put his hands on her shoulders and rubs them up and down on her arms, a sign he comes in peace with his questions, "I've noticed that you kinda have this routine of laying on my chest." Her smile was slowly dropping the more he talks.

"I don't hate when you do it. I was just if there's a specific reason why you do it." His hands are still on her arms but not moving. They start to grip her as if she slip away. Her reaction to his question made him believe she was. Did he cross a line somewhere? Should he apologize? He should apologize

Before he could, she shyly respond. "It's a stupid thing. Nothing really." She push his hands off her and walks towards the kitchen, grabbinga takeout menu. "On second thought, how about we order pizza? I think we have a coupon for a free appetizer. "

Ah. Jason understands now. She doing a detail he dislikes. Avoiding the question. She does that when she not sure about her answer towards a question. Mainly when she think jason won't like the answer. Now he needs to know.

He follows behind her but everytime he gets close,she dodges him. "Babe?" "what pizza do you want? I'm thinking meat supreme." "Babe." "But you said you're watching your diet,right? How about veggies instead? " "Baby please-" "you know what? Forget pizza! Let's just get something from that place from down the street-" "Baby please! just stop!"

Jason grabbed her wrist when she tried to escape from him, "I know what you're doing. You think I won't like your answer so you trying to avoid it altogether. I promise I won't hate you or your answer, so just tell me okay? I can handle it."

He said that he can handle it but the next words out of her mouth did surprise alot.

"I'm listening to your heart beat. I'm making sure you're still alive."

"What?" Due to his shock, she able to get out of his hold and turn her full-body toward him, her face was pointing towards the ground though, "It's may sounds stupid to you but hearing your heart beat brings me comfort. Most nights I come home to a empty apartment and bed because you're out on patrol. Fighting and dealing with dangerous people every night. Other nights, I wake up to you coming home, bloody and broken, and I have to patch you up. So I worry about the fact that I...i..." tears start to brim in the bottom eyelids. Threatening to spill over but she keeps it in.

"That I might lose you. That you won't be the one climbing in the window, that It's your family, having to break the news to me. So to calm those thoughts, I listen to your heart as reassurance that you are still here with me." She lifted her hand to wipe the tears that escape her eyes but someone else did it for her. Jason, with a tender smile on his face.

"I know it's dumb to worry so much since I know what I sign up for but-" Jason interrupted with a kiss on her lips and leaning his forehead on hers. "No. No, it's not dumb. If anything it's appreciated. Knowing you care so much about me. I wish I could do more to ease your worries but I want you to know that nothing is going to take me away from you. I will do everything in my power to return to you safe and sound. So you can hear my heartbeat every time you need to."

Hopefully, it didn't end up in a mess due to half of it being done in my sleep. But here's a full-length jason todd story.

That's all I got. Bye for now ( ´∀｀ )b

[merakiui]

Orz I’m down so bad for Wriothesley (pls arrest me sir—) and was so pleasantly surprised he’s actually really charming, smart, and snarky D:’

He’d be such an interesting yandere! Though I would absolutely be worried about disappointing sigewinne ;-;

(putting my thoughts under the cut just in case of quest spoilers!!)

I am as well!! I went into the quest thinking I wouldn’t like him all that much, but he’s actually so pleasantly wonderful???? >0< I also adore how he sounds in English!!!! There’s something about his voice that is so captivating to me. And his personality is great! I love how intelligent he is. The conversation he has with Lyney in his office had me at the edge of my seat. It was so good. orz and we were treated to this wonderful image of Lyney being tranquilized. >:) seeing how upset and angry Lyney got with Wriothesley, how determined he was to make sure his siblings were safe and wanting to protect them, was very heartwarming. He’s so sweet. T-T

AND THE SMIRK ON WRIOTHESLEY’S FACE OOOOOOOO I LOVE HIM.

That aside, I do think he’d make for a very interesting yandere, even more so if Sigewinne plays some role in getting the two of you together. I like to think she looks up to your relationship and finds it so darling that His Grace has found someone to cherish. Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t fully understand human ideals that she doesn’t realize it’s unhealthy. She could be idolizing your relationship, finding it to be the most wonderful thing, despite not understanding why you hide in the infirmary to keep away from His Grace when he comes looking for you during his free time. She just wants to make sure both of you are happy and healthy at all times, so her prescription for you is to stop avoiding His Grace! You’ll be happy to see him, won’t you? At least, that’s what she thinks… She’s never quite sure with your expressions because, even though you smile and act like all is well, there is a tightness to your facial muscles that belies something dishonest.

Wriothesley doesn’t give you any reasons to hate him. Not truly. Of course you can’t leave the Fortress of Meropide, so you are essentially stuck with him. That’s just reality, the result of your sentencing, not due to any of his meddling behind the scenes. But those who have caught the Duke’s eye often receive special treatments. He is quite kind underneath his shrewd exterior. You can deny his gift of a few extra Credit Coupons, you can scoff at the delicious welfare meal (he certainly pulled a few strings to ensure you’d be treated on a day you worked your hardest), and you can continue to gently tell Sigewinne you’re not as fond of His Grace as it may seem. But then what will that solve? You’re not sure why he seems so taken by you, often inviting you to his office to indulge in tea. You haven’t done anything outstanding to catch his attention. You’re just you.

And that says everything, no?

[motomamita]

Blood, Sweat and Ice. Part 2.

Part. 1

Pairing: Dark!Eddie Munson x Female!IceSkater!Reader

Summary: When eddie thought he had everything under control, the past returns putting everything at risk.

Warnings: smut, +18, manipulation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of depression, cursing, idk sis.

Do not translate or copy this!

6 months later.

The summer sun was beating down with all its heat that afternoon in Hawkins. For that reason, almost all of the citizens were inside the StarCourt enjoying the air conditioning and the various varieties of food to enjoy the heat.

Eddie Munson was no exception. Sitting in one of the comfortable seats at Scoops Ahoy, he directed his gaze to the clock on the wall and the entrance to the premises. She would have to be arriving at any moment, and so she was.

(Y/n) was present at the premises when the clock reached 15:30 in the afternoon. She was wearing a white tank top that perfectly matched her torso. Eddie had seen her wearing that same garment a few days ago when he saw her leave class. She entered the place head down and trying to make as little eye contact as possible with the people who were there. To the rest she was invisible, but to Eddie she had become his whole world.

He continued to observe her clothing, surprised to see her wearing Bermuda shorts that reached above her knees. It was the first time in the last 6 months that she wore something that showed her legs, or at least a large part of them. Eddie knew this very well because he had been following her ever since. However, that garment seemed not to be to her liking because she was wearing a summer kimono that reached her ankles, hiding the multiple and visible scars. The summer heat had forced her to wear something cooler, but the insecurity on her legs led her to try to hide it as much as possible.

Eddie couldn't help but pout in saddnes. He adored her legs, and it seemed sad to see how hidden she was because of her insecurity. After all, those marks were for him a memory of the first contact with her.

(Y/n) approached the counter and hugged herself, hiding her legs with the long garment and admiring the variety of flavors. Robin Buckley wasted no time in approaching her to take her order. Eddie got up quickly from his place and walked up to them, standing next to (y/n) at a good distance.

"I recommend the lemon one. It is usually the most requested in this hot season." Robin spoke, looking up and meeting Eddie's watchful gaze.

"It's true, the lemon one is my favourite." Eddie commented placing one of his hands in the back pocket of his pants.

The attention of both girls went directly to him, especially that of (y/n) who had not noticed his presence near her. There was a silence that was interrupted by Steve Harrington, who had been watching a restless Eddie for half an hour.

"I'll take care of her, go to the cash register Robin." He ordered with a serious expression on his face, he didn't like Eddie's presence there. Much less close to (y/n) because he, like the whole group, knew what Eddie had done.

Robin didn't refuse and walked away, leaving the 3 of them in a tense silence.

"I think…I think I'll go for the lemon one." She timidly talked, puzzled by the whole situation. Steve nodded and began to assemble the ice cream.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who constantly flushed.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who instantly blushed.

"We don't do charity here, Munson. You have to pay to order." Harrington replied curtly.

"Who said I had no money, huh?" He asked amused as he took out a 2 for 1 coupon from one of the pockets of his leather jacket. "I'm going to pay for her ice cream, and you're going to give me mine for free."

"No need, I can pay for it myself..." (y/n) was interrupted by Eddie's voice.

"My treat, it's not every day you see girls as pretty as you, sweetheart." Eddie stroked her hair lovingly as she whispered 'thank you', surprised by his words. "Hurry up Big Boy, I don't want our sundaes to melt."

Steve tightened his grip on the spoon and bit down on her inner cheek, grudgingly complying.

And so, they both sat at one of the tables alone and began to get to know each other. Well, rather, Eddie reviewed almost all of (y/n)'s life as she told him about it, believing that this was new to him. The fact was that Eddie knew everything about her, or at least most of the events in her life since the last 6 months. He knew it was Billy Hargrove who found her in the locker room bleeding until she fell unconscious. He knew that the attack was the topic of conversation in all of Hawkins for at least the next 3 months. Billy had been singled out by the main culprit in the early days because of his reputation until evidence to the contrary was proven. Hargrove was released and it didn't take him long to accompany (y/n) for the first few weeks until he walked away from her, stating that he no longer felt the same way.

For her part, (y/n) had spent weeks in intensive care due to the severity of the cuts. Eddie had come to hurt part of her tendons, questioning whether she would be able to walk once she recovered. Miraculously, (y/n) was able to walk normally despite the discouraging initial diagnosis. However, her legs no longer had the strength of before, and that led her to never be able to ice skate again. Eddie knew that the news caused (y/n) to fall into a severe depression that led her to attend therapy every Thursday afternoon. There were also consequences due to the notable scars on her legs and the insecurity that showed them to the world. And finally there was the fear that this attacker would hurt her again. Because yes, the police never found a culprit despite having a lot of evidence and witnesses in front of their noses. So that incident had been forgotten by most, and that was in Eddie's favor.

Munson did not rest in those last months. Since that fateful night in the locker room, he had not stopped thinking about that girl. On her lips, her body and everything that had to do with her. He not only wanted to know more, but he also wanted to have her again. He wanted to be able to be a part of her life because she, without knowing it, was already a part of his. For that same reason, he investigated and followed her until he was finally able to approach her again. And this time, he would never let her go.

1 year later.

"Why are you in such a rush, Eds? I couldn't finish eating my birthday cake!" (y/n) groaned laughing as Eddie led her by the hand jogging back to his truck, away from the restaurant.

"Don't worry about it, I have a present at home that you will love!"

Eddie had accomplished his mission; now (y/n) was his girlfriend. Since that afternoon at Scoops Ahoy they had become inseparable and it wasn't long before they formalized a serious relationship. Eddie had managed to gain her absolute trust, and she had decided to give this boy a chance, who seemed to be everything she needed. Eddie adapted so that he could provide her with everything she needed, while she was more surprised every day by how right he seemed to be for her. He left substance and drug abuse behind, changing it to a total obsession with (y/n). He got a job as a guitar teacher in a school for children with different needs, and thus managed to earn a good reputation not only with the citizens but also with the parents of (y/n). She, for her part, was in her last year of high school and was preparing to teach as well, being an ice skating teacher for the younger children. Everything seemed to be going well, if not for Eddie's 'friends'.

Eddie drove to (y/n's) house. Once they got out of the truck, he covered her eyes with his bandana and helped her walk into the house. Laughing and stumbling they reached the living room, he removed the bandana from her eyes and the lights in the room came on.

"Surprise!" They yelled in unison.

There were Eddie's 'friends', who soon became friends with (y/n) after the two started dating. There were balloons everywhere and colored garlands were falling from the ceiling. Nancy Wheeler held a birthday cake in her hands with several candles burning and waiting to be blown out. (Y/n) didn't take long to approach and turn them off, she was still surprised by the presence of all her friends there. Robin Buckley was quick to put a birthday hat on (y/n), who laughed as Eddie struggled with his own hair to get into his own. Jonathan Byers wasted no time in helping Nancy with the cake, bringing plates and silverware to start cutting it.

Soon, everyone made themselves comfortable in the armchairs and tasted the cake while chatting calmly. (Y/n) was listening intently to Nancy talking about her upcoming skating competition. After the incident, the competition was postponed until weeks later, where Nancy won first place and began her winning streak until today.

"Well, well, well. We're tired of hearing how you win all the competitions, Nancy. We already know how talented you are." Eddie applauded drawing everyone's attention and winking mischievously at the one with curlers. "I think it's time for my girl to say a few words." He ran his hand over the bare thighs of (y/n), who had decided to put on a dress that showed much of her legs. "Come on, say something." He cheer her up

She put the plate on the table and quickly looked at everyone, looking for the words to start talking.

"Well, first of all I want to thank you guys for this beautiful surprise that you prepared for me. Seriously, I didn't expect it..."

"It was my idea." Eddie reported proud of how well all his preparations went. (Y/n) smiled at him and kept talking.

"This last year was one of the best of my life, counting this birthday." She couldn't hide her smile. "I never thought I would meet such wonderful people in my life, I am lucky to have them by my side."

Eddie reached out with one of his hands and smoothed (y/n's) hair, drawing his full attention.

"And Eddie...I really don't know where my life would be without you." Those present looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, uncomfortable. "After what happened to me I thought no one would ever love me or accept me again. But you did and I am grateful to you."

"Oh my girl..." Eddie whispered with a small smile on his face.

"I am sure that destiny brought us together to never separate us. I am very happy with you." (y/n) smiled embarrassed at how cheesy her speech had become.

Eddie laughed and soon hugged her tight, hiding her head on his chest. Nancy and Jonathan smiled awkwardly, while Robin played with one of the goblins to avoid making visual contact with Eddie.

"I think it's time for everyone to go home." Steve Harrington spoke for the first time, tired of all the charade Eddie had gotten them into.

"So early? I wanted you to stay and open my presents." (y/n) pouted and got up from her place, imitating her friends who began to collect their jackets and bags.

"For next year it will be." Robin spoke walking towards the entrance.

"Besides, I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to do while your parents are away, (y/n)." Nancy commented mischievously, playfully tapping her friend's shoulder.

"That's right. Now, go, go, go!" Eddie pushed them slightly out of the house while the others said goodbye.

At midnight, Eddie got ready to wash the dishes while (y/n) opened the gifts that were on the table one by one. There were several and each one had the name of whoever brought it. Nancy and Jonathan brought her an agenda so that (y/n) could organize herself with her first skating classes. Robin gave her a record by her favorite band, and Steve several Scoops Ahoys coupons. (Y/n) smiled and placed each gift lovingly to one side. There was only one letter left on the table. She grabbed it and noticed that it had no name of who had made it. She was about to yell at Eddie to ask if it was his but stopped when she heard him sing while he was still in the kitchen.

Carefully, she opened the letter, took out the paper inside, and began to read.

'Eddie was the one who attacked you in the locker room. Nancy paid him to do it so she could win the competition. Now he's obsessed with you. Everyone in the group knows but no one dares to tell you. Be careful with Eddie.'

Her mind went blank, trying to process what she had read. It wasn't until Eddie's voice pulled her out of the trance, startling her.

"I'm done cleaning, now I want my dessert.. What are you reading?"

(Y/n) moved her hand to prevent Eddie from grabbing the letter but he was quicker, taking it from her hands and reading it instantly. When Eddie looked back at his girlfriend, she was glassy-eyed and shaking with fear or rage, or maybe both. He tried to get closer but she jerked back.

"Love... I don't know who dared to write such an atrocity but I swear..." Eddie put his hands to his chest and put on his best face of innocence.

"Do you swear to me what? That you will find him and attack him like you did me?" She raised her voice annoyed at his hypocrisy. "Are you going to cut off his hands? His neck, huh? Tell me Eddie! Why did you do it?! Why?!" Tears fell from her eyes.

"I would never be capable of something like that, you know me..." Eddie took a few steps closer and crouched down, trying not to look threatening to her.

"No, the truth is that I don't know you at all." Quickly all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in her mind.

"Of course you do know me..."

"No, I only know the version you created to get to me. The version you used to gain my trust, my love, my life!" Eddie shook his head slightly, trying to convince her that she was wrong. "My life, Eddie! How much did my life cost? My legs and my career? 100 bucks? 200? Or maybe a blowjob from Nancy?"

"God, no! What are you talking about!? I... I never..." Eddie stammered nervously.

"Tell me it wasn't you." She spoke stern. "Tell me you weren't the one who abused me and ruined my life that night. Tell me, Eddie."

A sepulchral silence formed in the room. (Y/n) heard the beating of her own heart at a thousand per hour. Eddie was trying to talk to himself that he could still deny everything and fix the situation. Lie.

"I... I didn't..." He whispered looking into her eyes but he couldn't make eye contact. He was screwed. "Shit, shit, shit." Eddie looked down and hit his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.

(Y/n) sobbed when she saw that it was all true. She had been dating the attacker, the person who ruined her life forever. She took advantage of the moment that Eddie was still distracted to get out of there. She wanted to run, she wanted to escape from him. Walk away. She tried to go out the door but Eddie blocked her.

"Where do you think you are going?" His voice came out grim. "To take refuge with your friends?" Eddie clenched his fist angrily.

"Anywhere is better if I'm far from you." She muttered angrily, staring at him. Eddie's eyes were no longer sweet and tender, but cold and full of hate.

"Are you going to sleep with idiot Steve?" Eddie looked down, taking a better look at the girl who was trying to calm down.

"Maybe." She responded defiantly.

"I'm sure it was him who wrote that. Damn bastard." He bit his lips angrily and looked at a fixed point on the wall. "You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" He looked at her again.

(Y/n) took a breath and pushed Eddie hard, out of her way and heading towards the front door. She heard his hurried footsteps behind her until he took her arm, holding her in place.

"Without me you are nobody, (y/n)." She turned to look at him in surprise. "Everything you have is thanks to ME."

"It isn't true." Eddie gave a mocking laugh when he saw her hurt by his words.

"Your 'friends' were mine first. Without me you would not have found your passion for teaching skating either..."

"You cut off my legs!" She interrupted him now crying with rage.

"I know, I know! I was wrong, maybe, I don't know!" Eddie raised his voice even higher, scaring her. "But thanks to that now you're better with me. Or do you think that Hargrove would have dated you longer? He only saw you as a hole to discharge his sexual desires."

"Don't talk about Billy..." Tears fell from the girl's eyes.

"Look at him now! He left as soon as he saw your legs! He can't bear the thought of being with someone like you!" Eddie brought his other hand to the girl's cheek. "On the other hand, I loved you from the moment I saw you on the track. And even more after your recovery." He softened the tone of his voice, trying not to scare her further. "I really love you, (y/n). I was the one who helped you not to feel ashamed of who you are, but proud of being able to get out of a situation like this."

"You doomed me, Eddie." She cry.

"No, no, no. I didn't." Eddie knelt in front of her, bringing his hands to her waist and holding on tight. "I was responsible for us being together now, happy with each other. Don't you see, I adore you with all my damn soul. I was wrong, I admit it. But this is not the time to repent and look back, there is keep going."

(y/n) brought one of her hands to Eddie's cheek, caressing him. I was falling into his trap again. Falling before the king of manipulation that was Edwards Munson.

"What I want most now is a future with you and no one else. But I need you to trust me, that you know how to forgive me and accept that everything I did was because I love you." Eddie whispered as the first tears began to fall from his brown eyes. "Say it, love. Say you trust me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes, focusing on Eddie's caresses on her waist and on his sobs. She was not going to deny it, she loved him very much.

"I trust you." She finally spoke opening her eyes and looking at him. Eddie smiled happily, stopping crying.

"To show you how much I love you, I want to start over with you, (y/n). Hawkins is no longer safe for us." She shook her head slightly, according to his words. "There are a lot of people here who want to hurt us. Hurt you. And I'm not going to allow that."

"What will we do then?" She asked, totally swayed by him.

"We're getting the fuck out of this town. We're going to Houston." Eddie stated, still kneeling in front of her.

"Houston?.."

"I have money saved, we can buy the tickets and go together. I have some friends there who can give us a hand, until I get a job." Eddie already had everything planned for weeks. It was smelled that someone would end up telling the truth.

"And the skating?.."

"You can teach there. I know that there are many more opportunities there and several tracks need teachers. I want you to fulfill your dream." Eddie took one of his hands and put it on her belly, caressing it. "We can start a family. We can start now. I know how much you love children, and so do I. What do you say, is that what you want?" He looked at her with his doggy eyes, completely convincing her.

"Yes, Eddie. I want to start a family with you, far, far away from here."

"That's my girl." Eddie growled, picking her up in a bridal fashion and carrying her to her room.

Both undressed between kisses, caresses and praises. Eddie took the opportunity to offer special affection to her legs, biting them lightly and leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. No more was needed, she was ready.

Eddie plunged his eager cock into her, sighing in pleasure at the same time. He barely gave her a few seconds to adjust before moving his hips in a desperate rhythm, reaching deep inside her. He was anxious to make her his, to start a family and have her by his side forever.

"God, I can't imagine a life without you. Agh!" Eddie whimpered, burying his head in her neck. "You're perfect, perfect for me. And this pussy is too..."

The thrusting didn't stop, and neither did the moans. (Y/n) was so absorbed by the pleasure that she couldn't speak, barely understanding what Eddie whispered to her.

"Fuck Hargrove and Harrington. You're mine, all mine." Eddie got up and placed one of his hands on her waist, thrusting into her hard. "I will never let you go." He murmured, his voice cracking with pleasure.

"Ed...Eddie!" She moaned, bringing her hand to his wet curls, caressing him and keeping him as close as possible to her.

Eddie lowered the hand that was on her waist and rubbed in quick circles (y/n)'s swollen clit. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her back arched and her eyes closed with pleasure.

"That's right, that's right. I'm going to cum inside you, my girl. I'm going to give you my children as many times as it takes." Eddie closed his eyes as he felt her contract around him. "You're going to give me some beautiful babies. So cute I won't stop until I have 10 mini Eddies running all over the house."

(Y/n) hugged him around the waist with her legs, pulling him closer and making the thrusts even deeper, hitting her cervix with his cock. That took her to the limit, coming hard even with Eddie fucking her.

"Good girl, that's it. You'll be the most beautiful mom all of Houston is ever going to see. All those bitches are going to be jealous of you and how adorable you'll look with my son in your belly." (y/n) nodded her head quickly, shaken by her orgasm. Eddie looked into her eyes, bringing his hand to her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat.

"Give me your babies, Eddie! Please, please..." she moaned, gripping his hair tighter and pulling a loud moan from his mouth.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum..." He repeated until his orgasm arrived.

A hoarse moan escaped Eddie's throat as his warm cum filled (y/n's) tight cunt. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the new sensation and the future together. Eddie joined their foreheads still breathing hard and still without coming out of it, he really wanted to make sure to get her pregnant.

Once they both managed to calm down, they lay in their arms around each other and stared at the ceiling. Silent until Eddie decided to speak.

"I have a present for you." He muttered with his hoarse voice. He slowly got out of bed under her watchful eye and approached until he took something out of one of the pockets of his jacket. "Here." He spread it out.

(Y/n) sat up and grabbed the small silver box in front of her. Without waiting any longer, she opened it anxiously to find a necklace of the same color. From it dangled a charm of a skate, along with a small 'E'.

"Do you like it?" Eddie asked with a smile on his face.

"I love it! It's beautiful, Eds!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks thanks!"

"The best for my girl. Now, let me put it on you."

(Y/n) turned around and Eddie carefully placed the collar on her. Turning around, they both admired the gift in silence, still stunned by it all.

"I can't wait to start a new life with you, a better one." She murmured looking at him in love. Eddie smiled at her, caressing her lips and chin gently.

"Me neither, beautiful."