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rainylana · 2 years

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“Yup, that’s my wife.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: this is a part two of “i think i’m in love.” i wasn’t even going to make another part but you guys all demanded it lmao.

for those who wanted tagged<3

@imdoingbetternow @imangy @ahzysauce

@moonymatt @your-starless-eyes-remain @catherinnn

warnings: omg this is so fluffy i can’t. some language, eddie and dustin being chaotic as hell. it’s just so cute lmao. i know nothing of dnd so that’s a warning all by itself.

a/n: honestly should i just make this a series?? i think i could figure out a way to continue to build it. idk, let me know! Also, my requests are open! send me something!

update! i did make this a series lol, part three is here

“She’s coming right?”

“What time did you tell her?”

“You think we should clean up a bit? It’s a shithole in here.”

“Fuck, she’s gonna hate it. I know it. Not even married yet and we’ve gotten divorced.”

The hellfire club was in shambles, running and zooming around the school basement preparing for your big arrival. Eddie’s heart raced as the clock ticked on, his fingers twitching at his sides to see you again. You’d left a sweet taste in his mouth all day long, his mind could not leave your gentle, smiling face. He knew he was falling head over heals, but could you blame him? He wasn’t used to any woman being interested in what he said, nor did they ever want to hang out with him. This was new, and he was going insane.

“Jesus, why am I dusting!” Mike coughed. “I don’t think she’s gonna care if there’s dust, Eddie. I mean, you’ve got Gareth and Jeff sweeping!”

“Shut up, Wheeler,” Eddie snapped his fingers, standing on the dnd table as he tampered with the light fixture. “We needed to clean up anyways, this just gave us an excuse.”

“I picked her some flowers!” Dustin smiled tooth-fully, bringing some wild flowers out of his back back.

“What! No!” Eddie jumped off the table, his feet smacking against the floor. “She’s mine, Henderson. I saw her first.”

“Technically, I did.” Mike crossed his arms, earning a synchronized ‘shut up’.

“Give me those!”

“Fuck no! Go pick some yourself, I think I saw some grass outside-”

Your knock sounded loudly throughout the room, causing flinches and everyone to shut the hell up. Dustin hurriedly placed the flowers on the table behind him, stepping forward to open the door, but he was snatched back by the collar as Eddie yanked him backwards.

“Mine, Henderson.” He whispered, giving the freshman a death glare. He fixed his hair anxiously, straightening his wrinkled shirt as he looked about the room. “Look presentable.” He ordered, and they blindly straightened their posture.

He took a deep breath, begging a god he didn’t believe in to get him through the night. He opened the door, his face melting into a smirk at the sight of you. “Looks like Barbie showed.” He said over his shoulder, and you giggled under his stare.

“Think I wasn’t going to show?” You asked, making your way into the room as he shut the door behind you.

“Don’t take it personally, kiddo,” He took your arm in his to give you the grand tour, and you blushed awkwardly with a sly grin. “You just keep blowing our minds every chance you get. Anyways! You remember Dustin.” He gestured with his other hand, smirking a villainous glare at the boy as he held your arm.

“Yes, hi! How are you?” You smiled, tilting your head.

“Hey, uh,” He cleared his throat, reaching behind him to grab the flowers. Eddie’s eyes went wide. “I actually picked-”

“I picked these for you.” Eddie snatched the flowers out of his hand, petals dropping to the floor. “Here. Hope you like- well, whatever these are.”

You chuckled at their interaction, observing the messy picked flowers in hand. “Thank you.” You looked to both of them, dropping Eddie’s arm as you turned around. “So this is the game?” Your eyes danced amongst the pieces, your hands ghosting over the dice and other figures.

Perhaps you were crazy, showing up for some supposed “demon summoning” board game with a bunch of people you didn’t know. But what did you have to loose? Besides, it had been many years since you felt comfortable with a group like this. Besides, you felt more at home with the outcasts than with anyone else. They were obviously flirty, you knew that from the get-go, but they were harmless. And you liked Eddie. He was handsome and funny, had a charismatic energy about him that made you feel welcomed. You didn’t feel that often.

Your presence stuck out in the room, and while you were focused on the game pieces, everyone was staring at you, their mouths hanging open as you brought the 20 sided dice up to your eyes. Eddie nearly fainted at the sight. Never once, had a girl touched those pieces. Never once, had a girl played dnd with him before. Oddly enough, it felt like a date to him.

You had on skinny jeans, a baby pink, long sleeve shirt that clung your body. Your hair was let loose, curls flowing down your back with a pink bow, resting on the back of your head. You had on little pearl earrings, a singular silver ring that had your birthstone on it. Emerald. August. Your white converse were spick and span clean, unlike everyone else’s.

“Is this the-” You went to ask again, but froze when you seen everyone’s eyes on you. You clamped your mouth shut, looking at Eddie awkwardly.

“Sorry,” Eddie scratched the back of his head. “Here, we should- let’s get started then!” He announced, embarrassed that he was caught staring.

“Hey,” Dustin poked your shoulder, whispering quietly as everyone got in their seats. “You can sit by me if you want.”

“Actually, Henderson,” Eddie nearly shouted over his sheep, standing at the head of the table. “She’s sitting on the throne tonight.” He smiled widely, his teeth reflecting off the light as he patted the throne, scooting out the chair.

Everyone gasped at the sight. No one sat in that chair besides him.

He took your hand to help you into the seat, quickly looking over your delicate ring. His looked a lot bigger. It was weird for everyone to see Eddie sitting beside you, in just a regular chair, but you, however, looked spectacular.

“Wow,” You giggled, stretching your hands out in front of you. “All I need is a crown.”

They chorused your laughter like obedient followers. You were the ruler now. Eddie’s little dungeon master in training. “So,” You looked to him. “Let’s play.”

His lips curled into a slow smirk. Yeah, he was definitely in love.

•

You were there for almost five hours, and sleep deprivation creeped in, though you didn’t care. Dungeons and Dragons was the coolest game you’d played since twister, and that was years ago. You had gotten so into it, and everyone cheered you on as you got your feet wet into the game.

It was hard to learn at first, but they walked you through every step and made sure you understood everything. Eddie practically held your hand throughout the entire game, like a parent worried their toddler wouldn’t survive without their grip. It shocked him how easily you were able to catch on, and even though you made a mistake here and there, or mispronounced something, he wouldn’t correct you.

It had gotten to the point where you were subconsciously flirting with him, though you weren’t even really aware of it. He just made you so comfortable, and for once in your life, you didn’t feel the need to fake having a good time. Your life was hard, harder than others, sometimes. You felt guilty for thinking that, because you knew you were lucky to have the family you did. Still, even with the family you had, you felt incredibly lonely. Tonight you didn’t though.

“Do you have a way to get home?” Eddie glanced up, finishing putting away the game pieces. Everyone had pretty much left, besides you two. You insisted on staying and helping clean up, so that meant that he was going to stay. Dustin didn’t even try to get a word in, it was obvious Eddie wasn’t going to budge. He politely said goodbye, awkwardly patting your shoulder and sending knives to his buddy. Or, ex buddy.

“I drove.” You smiled, pushing in chairs. “I don’t live very far away.”

He nodded, mouth opening and closing as he thought about what to say. “Are you- well, you plan on sitting with us tomorrow?”

“Oh,” You gulped, blushing. “I’d like to, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rushed, messing with his hair. “I like you. I mean, we like you. The kids and I. You’re pretty. Fun, you’re pretty fun!” He rambled, turning as he shoved the game box into a drawer.

You kept in your laugh, lips pursing together. “Okay.” You nodded, brushing off your hands. “Cool.”

You looked around for anymore trash, hoping to stay longer. “I guess I should go.” You grabbed your back, slinging it over your shoulder.

“Okay.” He walked over to the door, opening it for you. You stopped in front of him, and he smiled awkwardly. “Thank you for tonight.” You said genuinely, ignoring the urge to smile like an idiot. “I mean it, I had a lot of fun. You think I could play again sometime?”

His heart leaped, eyes growing into heart shapes like a damn cartoon character. “Yeah! Of course, sure. I’ll even get you a crown for next time.” He chuckled while you did the same.

You didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t want you too, either. You knew you’d die of embarrassment later, but you stepped closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in an awkward, yet sweet hug.

“Oh,” He muttered softly, stiffening at the contact. He brought up a hand to pat your back, pursing his lips.

You pulled away and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight.” He smiled, closing the door behind you. He listened to the sound of your shoes until he couldn’t anymore, and he sighed loudly and dramatically.

“Yup, that’s my wife.”

#stranger things season four #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader

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astroph1les · 7 months

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maroon [h.c]

summary: hazel’s fight with tucker made you realize how much she means to you. caretaking and ass-kicking ensues.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language, violence and blood, reader has a slight panic attack, attentive and kind! reader, making out (for the distraction of course) mutual pining, sweet and fluffy, hurt/comfort (my weakness), women being bad-asses.

word count: 3.5K

a/n: this is both a request and won a poll. that scene still makes me wince to this day. and yes, the title is a taylor swift song. the lyrics, though, have nothing to do with the actual oneshot. i love you all and enjoy <33

You had told Hazel that agreeing to this would be a bad idea. After Tim had approached Hazel with the chance to humiliate PJ and Josie in front of the entire school at the pep rally before the big game, you got a bad vibe from it.

The sound of Tucker’s foot kicking Hazel’s eye echoed ferociously in your head.

It all happened so quickly, you could barely process seeing Hazel’s limp body on the ground. The sight made your stomach turn as you shot up from your seat in the bleachers to check up on Hazel. You glared in the direction of Tim and Jeff and that fucking psychopath Tucker— who you were pretty sure was a thirty year old man.

Everything had already been so tense in the group after PJ had humiliated Hazel in front of everyone. Finding out that PJ and Josie had started the group to get with Isabel and Brittany was an eye-opener to what their true intentions were.

This crossed the fucking line.

You were running over to her still frame, trailing right behind Isabel. You kneeled down next to her ribs, a bit of her blood getting on your jeans but you really couldn't care less.

“Hazel,” you whisper her name, wincing at the sight of her bleeding eye.

No response.

Panic settled in you as Stella and Brittany began to lift her body. Your eyes watered as you covered your mouth at her now blood-stained collared shirt.

“Is that true?” You heard Isabel ask PJ and Josie who had also come down from the bleachers as the staff and the rest of the students dispersed. Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. “That’s why you started this?”

You whipped your head to the two girls, eyes flaring with anger and hurt for Hazel.

Josie immediately began to protest.

“N-no, not entirely—“

“Not entire—Okay.” PJ cut her off loudly. “Listen guys. It doesn’t matter…the reason that we started this.”

You felt your skin itch with fury as you watched them drag Hazel’s body out of the gymnasium. You couldn't even listen to whatever bullshit excuse PJ had to say anymore. Sylvie began to walk away as did you and Isabel.

All you could focus on was if Hazel was okay.

The next few days, you didn’t leave Hazel’s side. You were at the hospital that same night at one in the morning with Mrs. Callahan in the waiting room and by her bedside when she came out of getting blood tests and prescribed medications. When the group would go over to her house and spend a few hours after school being attentive and showing support, you would stay the night tending to her wounds.

It was night three and the swelling had just begun to deflate, her eye revealing itself just a bit. Mrs. Callahan had been really understanding about you spending the nights as much as you knew you were intruding. She had pulled you aside after the second night to tell you how much she appreciated you and everyone else staying by her side.

Especially you — for a reason she didn’t disclose to.

You were crouched down next to Hazel’s bed, helping her with the eye drops that were prescribed by the doctor. Hazel was wearing one of her grandpa sweaters and a pair of sweatpants. Splotches of red, purple and yellow covered her entire face.

“Hold on, Haze.” You leaned in a little closer to her face to focus on the little opening of her eye.

Hazel had been fidgeting the entire night and you had no idea what had made her this way. She muttered an apology before sucking in a deep breath. You were gently cupping the unswollen side to give you leverage.

You pretended not to notice her untouched eye flicker to your dry lips.

“Are you okay?” Hazel asked as you held the dropper right above the swollen skin.

You merely hummed in response as you were focused on her eye. Hazel waited until you put the instructed amount into the dry eye, making sure they all got in. You couldn’t risk her getting infection.

“Are you sure?” She pressed again.

You set the dropper down onto the tray full of doctor prescribed pills and remedies for her abrasions. Your brows furrowed as you held an expression of disbelief.

“Haze, I— why are you asking me if I’m okay when you got the shit beat out of you?” You emphasized, chuckling in disbelief.

“I know but—“

“Seriously. If it wasn’t for this fucking club, this wouldn’t have happened to you, Haze.” You expressed with more irritation laced in your tone.

You admit that you haven’t been getting the most sleep since the event; maybe three or four hours at best. Your mind was clouded with worry for Hazel’s well being.

What if Tucker gave her a concussion that would damage her brain forever? What if she went into a coma? What if she dies in her sleep?

Okay, and you also tended to overthink.

“Hey,” Hazel’s tone was gentle with a hint of stern attitude.

You hadn't realized that hot tears were leaving your tired eyes. You had been so busy taking care of Hazel that you hadn’t fully processed what had happened to her. Not a single tear had left your face until now.

“He could’ve really hurt you, Haze.” You whisper, raising your hand to wipe away the tears from your hot cheek.

Hazel remained silent as she knew deep down that Tucker could’ve done a lot more damage than she had received. She just didn't think that you cared this much about her; let alone cry for her pain. She noticed your chest rising and falling faster than she’s ever seen in her entire life. Your bottom lip quivered as you attempted to hold back the burning tears that were threatening to leave your eyes.

“I know but I’m doing okay. You’ve helped a lot, okay? More than I could ever ask for.” Hazel reached for your shaking hand, taking it gingerly into her grasp.

You nod, not trusting yourself to talk as your throat ached from how much you were resisting to let yourself cry. Hazel sat up slowly, her back aching and cracking from being inactive all day.

“Hazel, the doctor said to refrain from sitting upright.” You begin to scold her but she waves her hand at you.

“I’m okay. I-I’m fine.” Hazel shut her eyes, letting out a grunt as she adjusted her body so that she was leaning up against her bed frame.

You reach forward to push her falling strands out of her face, frowning at her wincing.

“Has PJ or Josie—“

“No.” You remark, refraining from rolling your eyes. You already knew where that question was going and still had a grudge against the two.

What hurt the most that you knew Hazel was going to forgive them; specifically PJ. You knew that they didn't hurt her directly but none of this would’ve ever happened if the club never existed. Then again, you never would’ve become friends without the club.

You would’ve still been just admiring her from afar as you passed through the halls.

“Why did you stay here?” Hazel hummed.

You suck in a deep breath as you continue the night routine as normal. You grabbed the tube of ointment and began to apply it to the slit on her high cheekbones.

“I didn't like the thought of you being alone during this.” You admit, hoping it didn't sound so smitten. “I am your friend, you know? I care about you.”

Hazel’s eyes followed the natural arch of your eyebrows and slope of your nose as you spoke. You knew you looked tired but it was truly the least of your worries.

“I know. Now, at least.” Hazel replied, her gaze finally locking on your lips.

“You didn't think I cared?” The dip between your brows depended on her confession.

“It’s nothing against you. I never really had good friends before. It’s nice to not have shitty friends for a change.” Hazel shrugs her shoulders, fiddling with a loose string on her pants.

“You deserve good friends, Haze. You deserve so much.” You express, your voice keeps a gentle yet passionate volume.

The thought of Hazel getting mistreated all her life made your chest ache. Her eyes were darting all over your features as you pulled your hand away from her aching face.

“Well, thank you for all of this.” Hazel replied, not knowing how to take all of your kind words.

You breathe out: “Yeah, of course, Haze.”

You almost missed how she began to lean into your body. You cleared your throat as a tension fell over you guys. You stood up from the bed, brushing your messy hair out of your face.

“I’ll head to bed now. Goodnight, Hazel.” You nod, turning your back to her as you couldn't have her see you so bothered by the fact that she had leaned into you.

You didn't want to have high hopes but they were there. Way, way, up there. Fucking cloud nine up there.

But it wasn’t right. Not yet.

The Huntington versus Rockridge game arrived faster than you could comprehend. You were wedged between Annie and Hazel, waiting patiently for the game to start.

Her eye swelling had completely gone down at that point to where she just had deep brushing all over her pale features. You were happy to see her darling blue eyes once again. Mrs. Callahan insisted that you two come to the game. You were reluctant but maybe it could be something better to do other than sulk around and be annoyed at Josie and PJ.

As the announcer began to cheer on the Vikings, you noticed Josie and PJ walking up the bleachers, stopping right in front of Hazel. Your eyes rolled as you waited to see what they were going to say.

“Okay, first off, PJ has something to say to Hazel, so…” Josie starts, panting through her words.

You stare at PJ along with Sylvie, Annie and Hazel. Her jaw drops, not knowing what to say exactly.

“The apology. Do the apology. Do the apology we said.” Josie muttered to her in a rushed tone.

“Okay! I’m sorry that I called your mom a skank.” PJ exclaimed.

When Hazel merely sighed and avoided her gaze, PJ continued. “And I’m sorry for saying that you have no friends really loud in front of all of your friends.”

Hazel looked down, glancing over at you as PJ could tell she still wasn’t satisfied with her apology.

“And I’m sorry for being an asshole a lot of the time.”

You and Annie give her ‘really?’ looks when she says a lot of the time.

“Most of the— All of the time!” She finalizes.

Josie hums in agreement with her best friend.

“And I do think that it's nice you always have notes and then you type them up and email them to everyone…” Hazel rolls her eyes with an attitude because she knows that they’re helpful. You’ve told her this a million times before. “And I really appreciate it.”

Hazel stares at her blankly for a moment, trying to process what she was going to say.

“Do you forgive me?”

Hazel’s smile creeps onto her lips as she nods with a soft ‘yes’. You send PJ a forced grin before paying attention to whatever Josie was talking about. Something about the Huntington players targeting a single player on the Rockridge team and how you all needed some sort of distraction to save the players.

“Oh, now you want a bomb?” Hazel smirks at the opportunity to blow shit up.

You would be lying to yourself if you said your bruised features didn't make her more attractive to you. You had followed Hazel and the group regardless of your feelings towards PJ as honestly, you didn't have anything better to do.

They still were your friends.

You and Hazel were crouched behind the tree across the yard as she had formulated some sort of bomb out of the blue. Where the hell did she even get this shit?

“Is it the red wire?” Hazel said out-loud, uncertainty laced in her voice. “Shit, or is it the yellow?”

You stare at her in shock.

“You don’t know?” You whisper-shouted at her.

“I-I get them mixed up. Fuck.” Hazel replied back in a panic.

Just then, you hear Annie shout from across the field that the game was about to start. Hazel glanced up at you as she hurriedly guessed which wires connected to one another and grabbed your hand in hers. You blushed as she tugged you along, sprinting across the field.

You did not wear the right bra for this.

The two of you jumped into the group's presence, your arm dripping over Hazel’s back as you all ducked from the expected explosion. After a few seconds of silence, you and Hazel looked up to the tree to see it was still intact.

“Hazel, it's not working.” Annie tapped her shoulder.

“Fuck. Fucking…” Hazel grabbed the remote, releasing your grasp to aim it at the explosive.

“Maybe try turning it on and off again?” You suggest as you stare at the metal antena.

Everyone was clamoring over Hazel to see what went wrong. You hear the crowd grow more and more in volume as the football team and cheerleaders begin to hip-thrust.

“Okay, Plan B, we get the cheerleaders to make out.” Annie stated as she got up and jogged over to the squad.

“What?” You ask in disbelief, trailing after her as did the rest of the group.

“Guys! Guys, kiss each other!” You shout over, making crude motions along with PJ, Annie and Sylvie.

Hazel had run up top to the bleachers, shouting at them to makeout from there. It was no use. Isabel and Brittany were still upset with PJ and Josie, ignoring their requests entirely. You groaned as you noticed the Huntington team begin to make their way onto the field.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered before you feel someone shove your shoulder.

It was PJ.

“Go and make out with Hazel.” She instructed, jerking her head up to the bleachers.

“Wha—“

“Just go! Hurry!” PJ was now full on pushing you now, staring at Hazel who had seemed to give up on the cheerleaders.

You run as fast as your legs can take you, calling her name from the distance. You’ve never made out with someone before and this is how it was going to happen?

Fuck it.

Hazel turned to you, asking: “What do we do?”

You grabbed the side of her head, pulling her into a messy kiss. Her hands gripped onto your biceps through your navy sweater, trying to go along with your jagged movements. You could hear Annie telling everyone to ‘look!’ as the slobbery mess became a sensual kiss.

You inhale as you feel Hazel take the reins, gripping your face to show you how to control your jaw. Her tongue ever so slightly grazed your bottom lip, humming at the feeling.

Was she always this good of a kisser? Who the hell has she been hooking up with?

The makeout turned into soft gentle kisses, your smile growing as you pulled her in closer.

“Oh, wait. I’m gay!” You hear Stella-Rebecca say as you pull away with a sigh from Hazel’s experienced lips.

Hazel tugs you back in with a grip on your face, seeming to completely forget about why you were even making out in the first place. Her cold rings dug into your cheeks making you crave more and more of her.

Me fucking too, Stella.

The announcer calls the attention back to the game that people came for, causing you and Hazel to pull away with a soft smack. Her hand was at your waist now, both of you staring at the field of players. You pull away, letting out a nervous chuckle as you begin to walk back down to the track field surrounding the football one.

Hazel followed behind you, seeming to be out of it as much as you were. You had not been listening to a goddamn word PJ was saying as you thought about Hazel’s hands on your face and her tongue in your mouth.

How can you move on from this?

“They kissed on the mouth,” Sylvie stated cheekily, pointing at your flushed figures. “With tongue.”

“Okay, yeah. It was for the good of the school so if anyone is asking, we’ll do it again.” You quip back, trying not to make it seem like a big deal when all you wanted to do was have her back on you again.

Josie turned to you guys, suddenly realizing what Sylvie had said. “When did this happen?”

“There were no other distractions! The bomb didn't work.” You protested.

“They’re gonna spray the field.” Annie muttered.

You would’ve missed it if she didn’t repeat it in a much panicked and louder tone.

“We’re gonna have to run.”

“Fuck, more?” You complained as you ran beside Hazel, the insides of your thighs burning from how fast you were sprinting.

You had kicked one of the players away from Jeff, a flood of adrenaline running through you. Fuck, that felt good.

Josie had taken Jeff into her grasp, tugging him up and off of the grass. PJ had her hands over the sprinkler, ready for the pineapple juice to spray everywhere. You stare across the field at the group of Huntington players, eyes widening in a panic. Stella, Isabel, and Brittany joined by the group's side, too, staring down the rivals.

Were you really going to beat the fuck out of the rival football team with the girl you’ve been crushing on and just made out with? To save Jeff nonetheless?

The main player in the middle removed his helmet, staring the group down. He began to scream at the group which resulted in the group screaming back. You saw a large man run up to you, swinging his leg to your chest.

You dodge the force and grab his calf, twisting it clockwise to hear a loud crunch before grabbing onto his helmet guard and throwing him off of you. You feel a blow to your back to see another yellow jersey player, his helmet in hand.

“Fucking asshole!” You scream before throwing a kick to his crotch and throwing a punch to the middle of his face, blooding seeping onto your knuckles.

You don’t know exactly how so much blood got on you. It had all been one huge blur up until you saw Hazel getting punched in the stomach.

You ran over with a shout as you swung a hard punch into his cheek to throw him off guard. Hazel ended it with a kick to the ribs and another punch to the jaw before he fell to the ground.

Your entire body was aching and Hazel looked so weirdly attractive covered in blood.

“Are you okay?” Hazel asked as gently as ever as she grabbed onto your wrist, leading you to the rest of the group.

“Yeah,” you pant, feeling a burning sensation run up your spine. Definitely not. “I’m okay.”

You had blood splattered all over your blue jeans, running up the sleeve of your sweater with a few dots here and there on your face. There was a collective silence when everyone realized how much damage they had done.

You slowly turn toward the crowd of peers and adults, eyes wide with shock on what had just happened. The sprinklers suddenly turned on and Tim shouted to turn them off once he realized it was pineapple juice.

He slowly began to clap for you and the rest of the girls as the half-dead, half-unconscious Huntington players lay all around you. You let out an awkward chuckle, grabbing onto Hazel’s blood-lathered arm as you lean into her touch. You waved at everyone, snuggling into her maroon-stained shirt.

“So, that was…” You turn to her, not knowing what the fuck to even say about what had just went down.

“We’ll process it tomorrow.” She shakes her head, blood-stained face and all.

“Right, yeah.” You nod mindlessly, slowly blinking at her.

“Did you like the kiss—“

“Are we together now?”

Your question threw Hazel off guard, letting out a soft chuckle as she nervously scratched the back of her neck.

“I mean, I don’t personally just make-out with anyone.” You push out a gust of air, staring into her radiating blue eyes.

“Me neither.” Hazel rushes out, a shy smile on her lips. “So… yeah?”

You nod, laughing out a ‘yeah.’ You look around at the football field now stained with red from the bodies.

“To think, all it took was fucking up some football players for us to get together.” You grin cheekily.

“Oh, I think some of them are actually dead.” Hazel stated as you threw your arms around her neck, more of the blood spreading onto your sleeves.

“Well, the red makes your eyes pop. It’s kind of hot.” You half-joke which causes her to shake her head with a chuckle.

The forgotten tree then exploded, causing everyone to pause in their tracks. The excitement and cheers from the crowd came to a complete halt. You cover your mouth with one hand as the tree caught on fire. Hazel buries her head into your neck, groaning at her failed bomb attempt.

Hazel was right; you’ll process this tomorrow

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dark-frosted-heart · 4 months

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The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (His POV)

CLAVIS YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

In front of my fiancee, I’ve always considered myself to be an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman.

If Emma feels even an ounce of unhappiness, it’s the loving gentleman’s disgrace—

I plan to keep working hard at it every day.

(It’s that time already…)

I’ve been holed up in my room dealing with documents for several hours already—

After the usual breakfast with Emma, briefing with servants, waking Chevalier up, time slipped away as I got to work.

As I moved to relax my body, which had become stiff after sitting in a chair for so long, a wave of sleepiness hit me.

(Perhaps I’ve been pushing myself to hard lately)

(It’s been a fruitful time, but I still haven’t gotten enough sleep)

(I have a meeting later…I can afford a short break)

I stumbled over to the sofa and sat down, sensing that I’m at my limit with the yawn I let out.

I removed my ascot tie, loosened my collar, and lied down.

(Still, the situation’s calmed down considerably…)

~~ Flashback ~~

Clavis: Several jewelry dealers are scheduled to have dinner with us today. We’re having a small party, but what do you think will happen when we show off our love?

Emma: I think you can get the message across without having to show off.

Clavis: Yes, they’ll definitely pay us tribute. At any rate, the purpose of the company’s for me to arrange export destinations. I wonder how much jewelry will be collected to gain my favor. I’ll arrange a deal with the one whose jewelry best suits your taste as an honor to the winner.

~~ Flashback End ~~

Originally, the party with the jewelers was a strategy for Emma to gain footing.

(Jewelers' customers are mainly nobles…)

(The information they see and hear spreads among other nobles)

(The more favor shown, the better the nobles’ attitudes toward Emma will be)

(Nothing wrong with taking measures)

(I also wanted to use that as an excuse to show off my cute fiancee)

~~ Flashback ~~

Merchant: I’ve heard rumors, but it looks like the real deal, Your Highness.

Clavis: Yes. Go home with that image of our wonderful bond seared into your memory.

Merchant: As you say. However, Your Highness must have a lot on your mind…

Clavis: Oh, what sharp ears you have?

Merchant: In our line of work, you’ll need to be well-informed or you’ll miss out on huge profits. His highness comes from a prestigious line that has served the Michel family for generations… I’ve heard that the head of the family is making some kind of move.

Clavis: What, it’s just some stubborn old man trying to play games with me. However, it’s not my intention for my fiancee to hear about this.

Merchant: Of course I’m aware of that. There’s already been rumors going around about Your Highness and the head of the family… People always want fresh rumors. I’ll do my small part to help. This is not just a quarrel between Your Highness and the head of the family… The huge profits coming from paying tribute to Lady Emma are what we merchants are after.

Clavis: Haha, you’re very competent. I also like to choose my business partners carefully, but I think I can work well with you. Can I expect great things…?

~~ End flashback ~~

(That party went well. Doesn’t look like Emma noticed anything was amiss)

(After all, there’s always troubling rumors when it comes to women related to royalty…)

(I can’t forgive such rumors that would wipe Emma’s smile away)

~~ Flashback ~~

Emma: Mhmm…All these sweets are just to my taste!

Emma: Their signature “Rabbit and Leopard love explosion cake” in particular is the tastiest…

Clavis: I see, I see. It was worth asking the owner for some privileges as an investor.

Emma: Ah, so it was Clavis’ idea after all.

Clavis: Haha. I didn’t think you’d notice. Your power of love never ceases to amaze me.

Emma: You’re just easy to understand. Hehe…I’m really fortunate.

Clavis: Hm?

Emma: With you, there’s always something going on every day, but I’ve never felt unhappy. Thank you always, Clavis.

~~ Flashback end ~~

(It’s my duty to protect that smile…)

(Both as a gentleman and as her fiance. I don’t want to be a useless man that causes her trouble)

Suddenly, my eyes landed on a rabbit plushie I had left on the table.

With this I could use as a substitute for Emma for when she’s not by my side.

I reached out for the rabbit and hugged it close as I fell asleep.

I’d be dead if anyone were to see me like this, but this room’s a safe space protected by a lock and key.

(Emma…)

(I wonder if you still feel fortunate at this moment…)

(...)

(...Mn…)

???: -vis…

(Wha…I think I hear…something)

(No…I’m still half asleep)

(Is it time…for the meeting already?)

(But…the bell hasn’t rung yet…)

Clavis: Nn…It’s not…time yet…

(I’ve been pulling a lot of all-nighters…lately…)

(Outside the rumors and the investments…there’s still more to do…)

(And…huh…)

(...)

Clavis: *yawn* I’m…sleepy…I’ve had enough, good night…

(I don’t want to…wake up…)

(...)

(...Mn…)

(That…scent…)

(Smells like Emma…)

(If…)

(If anyone could enter this room…it’d be Emma…)

(...)

(?!)

It took only a moment for me to wake up from my nap.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Emma right there, smiling at me.

Clavis: …

Emma: G-good morning…

Clavis: …

Emma: Are you still half asleep?

The moment I realized what was going on, I got to my feet.

I hurriedly grabbed my ascot tie hanging on the back of the couch and composed myself as I tied it.

(Damn it, I’m such an idiot…)

(I gave Emma the key to my room)

(If Cyril came calling for me and I didn’t respond, then he would’ve asked Emma for help…)

I casually stuff the rabbit into a corner of the sofa.

Clavis: Emma…

Emma: Yes?

Clavis: What did you see?

Emma: Your sleeping face.

Clavis: Did I say anything strange?

Emma: You said something cute.

Clavis: …I see …

I couldn’t put on my usual smile and hid my face with a hand.

(I talked in my sleep, and she probably saw the rabbit too…)

(...I feel like dying)

Somehow, my face felt hot enough to boil water.

Emma: Are you, by any chance, embarrassed?

Clavis: Haha, there’s no way. It’s just that, you know… Yes, I thought it strange for you to sneak into my room without permission.

Emma: Hehe…You prank me often.

I thought I’d return the favor.

Clavis: I see…you got me

(I never thought someone would try to get revenge at this point…)

(My cool front’s now ruined, isn’t it?)

(Does she think I’m cute or something…? It’s okay, really)

When the heat somewhat subsided, I removed my hand from my face.

Emma’s eyes weren’t filled with disappointmentーThey were sparkling.

Emma: And it’s my dream to become a Clavis master.

Clavis: Hm? What’s with that amusing title?

Emma: It’s a title reserved for those that you know ins and outs, and can hold the reins.

It was a great learning experience today to see Clavis after you woke up from your nap.

Clavis: …

(If you say so, then you’ve already become a master)

(Because you’re the only one that has me completely wrapped around your finger)

Emma: By the way, Clavis. Here.

Emma pointed at a spot above my ear and I quickly smoothed that spot down.

I felt the bounciness of my bedhead and wanted to jump into a hole.

Emma’s shoulders shake and she looks down as if she couldn’t hold back anymore.

(Well if Emma’s enjoying herself then it’s not so badー)

(ーNOT. I need to fix this as soon as possible)

Clavis: That’s a good attitude, my dear fiancee. I like your courage to prank me as part of your journey to becoming a master.

However…

I grabbed her hand and sat her on the sofa before pinning her down.

In the same way, I’ve mastered Emma.

I think about her all hours of the day.

In this case…I could think of one or two tricks.

Clavis: You should be more careful.

It’s too naive to be satisfied with a prank. You have to expect payback.

I kissed Emma’s forehead before sliding my lips down to her cheek and then jaw, turning her face a bright red.

(Good…)

Continuing my attack, I placed a hand on her smooth leg and let it crawl upward.

I fiddled with her skirt, which had hiked up from me pushing her down.

Emma: C-Clavis…It’s almost time for the meeting!

Clavis: I know.

Emma: But your hands are still wandering…!

Clavis: Thanks to you, I woke up ahead of schedule. I have plenty of time to tease you.

(If I want to call myself an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman, I’ll need to forget what just happened)

Any protest is silenced by a kiss.

This usually sweeps Emma awayーor so it would seem.

However, just as our lips parted, my cheeks were caught between her hands and pulled back in.

(Wha…)

Emma took the lead and kissed me. It wasn’t a sweet peck, but an adult kind with a lot of tongue.

I was taken aback, not expecting this kind of retaliation.

Emma: Don’t underestimate me.

I’ve been poisoned by you to the point that Cyril side-eyes me.

(...)

(Ah…Forget it)

(In front of such a lovely thing, my mistakes are not important)

Clavis: When did you get so good at handling me?

Emma: Hehe, does that mean you approve?

Clavis: Yes, I’ve lost.

(Emma is so much better than me)

Emma: You can leave yourself to me.

With Emma, my fatigue’s washed away by happiness.

(At the end of the day…I’m working for myself, not my lovely fiancee.

(To make this happiness eternal…)

(Let’s go the extra mile)

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gojou-violin · 2 years

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a reward for a puppy

☽ 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 ☾

| pairing: puppy!denji x mommy!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI petplay, collar/leash, deep sub space, gentle mommy dommy vibes, jerking denji off, lots of cuteness and my attempt at aftercare cuz cuddles are my love language ok.

| wc: 3.4k

| taglist: @venusflytrapstar , @aylitgirl , @thisbicc

| a/n: bro, venus put in the WORK helping me get on track with this fic. thank you for your help, love <3

Your heart could pop out of your chest at any minute. Truly. It was hard to look at Denji and not want to absolutely pass out just by thinking about how cute and precious he was.

You weren’t exactly sure about everything that happened to Denji before you met him, but over the year or so that you had been taking care of him, you’d come to put some pieces together, like how he lost his best friends, how he was scared of women because of how he had been used before. That was the worst pill to swallow in your opinion. Someone out there had truly done a number on him. The Denji you knew now was different from the one you took in when you found him drunkenly wandering alone between bars that he was getting kicked out of because he couldn’t afford to close out his tabs. You knew that she was the reason. Whoever she was, she was responsible for Denji ending up alone on the streets for a couple of years. She was responsible for the way he tried to run away from you. She was responsible for the way he was always wary of your every move because kindness always seemed to be at a cost for him— But it wasn’t for you.

To you, taking care of Denji was the best thing in the world. He was such a quiet and gentle person who couldn’t take care of himself all too well. Yes, he managed to survive on the streets for as long as he did; and, yes, he had that Devil inside of him to keep him safe; but it was different when he trusted too easily or not at all. He was like a lost puppy. He just needed someone to guide him and make him feel safe, and to support him so that he could live life to the fullest while being genuinely happy.

Denji had the cutest obsession with your body. It took some time for him to warm up to you, of course, nothing happened overnight— But once he was comfortable around you, he started snuggling up to your side, testing the waters to see how much he could get away with. Eventually, laying next you turned into him putting his head on your lap. Him resting his head on your shoulder turned into him resting his head on your chest— He loved to hide his face there when he was scared or bored. And when he was sleeping, he started laying down between your legs instead of on your lap. He specifically liked it when he was between your knees, on his stomach, his arms wrapped around your torso, his face on your chest, your hands in his hair or massaging his back, and your lips kissing the top of his head. When you were watching TV, Denji liked to be between your legs, but with his back pressed against your stomach. Both of you felt so relaxed like that. Every time. It was wonderful to have him in your arms, the safest place for him, as he watched his favorite show or movies, and you entertained him by playing with his hair or feeding him popcorn.

He loved it when you fed him food. That was a process that took longer than anything else, which you were sure had to do with her, but you were at least grateful that Denji took that last step towards trusting you completely.

Denji was obviously such a physical person. It was only a matter of time before he wanted to do more with you, but you were always so worried about upsetting him or letting him down or making him freak out by remembering his past somehow. You were just too hesitant. He would move to kiss you, and you’d have to turn away with a quiet apology. He’d try to hump your leg while cuddling and you’d come up with an excuse to get up. Eventually, though, you ran out of apologies and shitty rationalizations as to why you couldn’t do anything with him. Both of you were adults, and he’d been living with you long enough, it was like the two of you were practically dating already— You just couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

There had been a day when you finally gave in, leaning into his kiss when he made another half-hearted attempt at it, expecting that you’d dodge like usual. And one thing led to another until you were both on your bed with you on top, riding him while he moaned your name and grabbed onto the sheets, barely clinging to his remaining sanity. You learned afterwards that was his first time. You had inklings, of course, but he didn’t outright admit it until after.

Since then, you weren’t exactly sure what to label the relationship that you had with Denji because it was this weird limbo between dating and simply being friends with benefits. Whenever he was hard or you were needy, one of you would pounce on the other. You’d been living with each other for a year. You went out to nice restaurants that required you to get all dressed up. You went to the movies. You went on walks around the park. You worried about him whenever he went out to fight Devils. He worried about you whenever he wasn’t in your arms. That met all the requirements of being a couple, didn’t it?

What really solidified it for you in your mind was when he had crawled onto your lap that afternoon, sliding between your legs so that he could rest against you while he watched TV, and after a few minutes of trying to get your attention by running his hands up and down your thighs, you gave in to what he clearly wanted, which was for someone to help out with the bothersome erection he had straining in his sleep shorts.

With a whiney plea of, “Mommy…” you knew that he was all yours. There was suddenly no doubt about it.

“Yeah, baby?” you cooed so gently in response because you didn’t want to spook him after being so shocked from what he said when all you wanted was to hear him say it again.

“Please,” he begged pathetically.

You indulged him by sliding your hands under his pants and over his hard cock. He melted into you a bit, his head turning to the side so that he could hide his face in your bicep as you started slowly teasing his tip with your thumbs to get a sense of just how needy and leaky he was. It didn’t matter how much the two of you had fucked since that first time together because Denji was always just as cute and pathetic every time.

“Is that it, puppy?” you asked in his ear.

He nodded desperately. “Yeah—” He gasped as you wrapped both hands around his length. “Mommy—”

Fuck, you could die of happiness right then and there when he said that.

“Feels— Feels— S’ good—”

After that day, it didn’t stop. Every time Denji saw you, he’d perk up with a bright smile and jump at you with a gleeful cheer of, “Mommy!” And whenever he was puddy in your arms, you’d pet his hair and whisper, “That’s a good puppy,” to send him deeper into that blissful place of sub-space that he needed so desperately in order to avoid all of the ongoing problems in his life. He liked to sit at your feet now, resting his head on your lap as you played with his hair; and you knew that he liked that spot because if he ever wanted to, he could just squeeze between your knees until you were spread wide for him, giving him the chance to make you feel good.

One day he told you that he was happy to know you. He was happy that you called him puppy. He was so glad that someone good was taking care of him. And he explained that the reason he felt that way was because of the last woman he’d ever opened up to, a woman named Makima who treated him like a dog, like a pet, and not in the wonderful way that you did, had done terrible things to him. You were kind and caring. She was scary and sadistic.

So you did your best to make sure he continued to feel appreciated and cared for. You got him whatever he wanted, fed him food whenever he wanted, and let him cuddle up against you whenever he needed. You started rewarding Denji. For little things, you’d give him headpats or kisses on the cheek, and for the bigger things, you’d give him… Well… You.

Denji put in the work in order to earn you because it seemed like he always needed you.

He came home one day, bragging about the Devil he killed, and how he made enough money off that one kill to pay your rent for the month; and for that, he deserved a big reward. So you scratched behind his ear while praising him for his good work and that you were so proud of him and so thankful that he came home safe, and you did this until he dropped to his knees with a stupid grin plastered to his face and his tongue hanging out with utter happiness. When he was waiting eagerly at your feet, you left to grab his collar and leash from your shared drawer, and Denji happily followed you. He looked so much at peace when you put the collar around his neck. He seemed to melt more and more as you kissed his head when he was wearing what showed that he belonged to you— Which was all he ever wanted. Denji wanted to belong to someone good, and you hoped that you could be that person for the rest of his life.

Poor thing was more than excited to crawl onto the couch with you, to lay between your legs after you reclined back then turned on the TV. It didn’t really occur to him that he’d earned more than that. Denji seemed to be content with the fact that he was there with you, resting against your warm body, hiding his face in your bicep, whining lightly as you tickled your fingers around the collar on his neck.

“Does that feel okay, puppy?”

Denji nodded vaguely.

“What would you like to watch?”

He whispered the name of his favorite show to you, so you played with the remote until you got the episode of the new season playing for him.

“Like that, baby?”

He nodded again before murmuring, “Perfect, Mommy.”

“Good boy.”

Denji nuzzled your arm while you kissed the top of his head. Honestly, did it have to go any further than that? Not necessarily. But Denji knew the rules, he knew the rewards that came with impressing you, and after clearly earning it, how could you deny him his gift? Especially when he looked so cute when he was all blissed-out between your legs—

“Will you do me a favor, puppy?”

Denji nodded. “Anything, Mommy.”

“Be a good boy and watch your show while Mommy makes you feel good.”

His face brightened as a list of potential possibilities began to run through his mind— What were you going to do to him? Tease him? Fuck him? Let him fuck you? Were you going to be nice or mean? Were you going to rush things or let it all brew until he was pathetically whimpering your name? The endless possibilities were running through your head, too, but your mind was made up. You tried to hold him still, because he was always squirmy whenever you played with him, by wrapping the leash around your hand a couple of times before you held on tight then dragged your free hand down his front and under the waistband of his pants. Denji told you once that he had to wear a suit for work back in the day when he did Devil hunting professionally; however, now that he was back to freelance, he got to wear whatever he wanted, including just a t-shirt and some loose fitting pants that gave him plenty of room to move around in while he was fighting— And they were fairly cheap, so he didn’t have to worry about ruining them and feeling guilty about having you buy him more.

“Mommy?” he cocked a brow up at you.

Your hand was sliding into his pants and was wasting no time in taking his semi-soft length in your gentle grip. He let out the cutest, quietest moan you’d ever heard.

“Don’t mind me, puppy.”

“Y-Yes, Mommy…”

You kissed under his ear. The way he tensed as you pumped your hand ever so slowly up and down his length in an effort to get him hard, to which he mewled and screwed his eyes shut to concentrate until you warned him to open up because you told him to watch his show while you took care of him. He tried his best. You could see it while you were peeking over his shoulder to get a good view of his face and what you were doing under his pants, his chin was quivering as he was attempting to hold back any moans from slipping out or from moving around too much before you’d decide to punish him by stopping altogether.

You leaned in to whisper, “You can make noise, puppy.”

A gentle groan left him within an instant. “Thank you, Mommy.” His head fell back onto your shoulder, but his eyes were still open so that he could watch his show— Though you knew he wasn’t really paying attention. “Feels s’good…”

“Does it?”

He nodded. “Y- Yes—” Another moan got caught in his throat as you slipped his pants down to his thighs so that his erection could pop up, giving you more room to please him. “Shit—” His hands grabbed onto your wrist to stop you after you decided to suddenly jerk him off fast and hard. “Mommy—”

“Don’t stop me, puppy.”

Denji carefully let go of you, his hands finding the length of his leash to hold onto instead. “I’m sorry.”

You kissed under his ear again. “It’s okay.”

You continued your movements of dragging your fist up and down his shaft, leading from base to tip, a squelching sound becoming more and more obvious as precum dribbled out of his tip and onto your hand. You tried to play with it to see the clear, gooey strings sticking to your fingers, but Denji wasn’t having it— Not when he was so needy.

Without any warning, Denji suddenly rolled over, his face immediately finding its way to your chest where he could stuff his cold nose between your boobs. You hesitated while letting him adjust. Another pathetic, desperate, needy, pleading whine escaped him as he did his best to hold onto your hips for balance while he was busy running his nose and lips along the outline of your bra around your breasts.

“Mommy, need’ta touch you…” He pressed his hips forward, sliding his length through the loose grip you still have around him. “Please, Mommy.”

It was hard not to grin at him even though he couldn’t see you. With his face buried in your chest, there was no way he could tell that you were on Cloud 9 just watching him fuck your hand at a fast yet gentle pace, something similar to the way he liked to fuck you whenever he was on top and just wanted to make you feel good. Denji wasn’t a selfish man. Though he enjoyed orgasming— craved it, even— he always put your pleasure before his when you’d let him. If he earned the reward of fucking you, he did so in a way that would make you cum; and he’d always hold back long enough to make sure you came first. It was so cute whenever he was thrusting inside of you and his eyes were screwed shut just so that he could concentrate on not cumming.

“Oh, my poor puppy,” you teased. He whimpered when you kissed the top of his head. “You’ve just been so pent up and needy for me, haven’t you?”

He nodded against your chest. “Yes, Mommy—”

Denji was cut off by the way you started matching his movements, fisting your hand along his hard length while he fucked it faster. Every time you were near his tip, you had to tease him. With a gentle swipe of your thumb over the sensitive tip, Denji quickly collapsed from his knees to his stomach, giving up control again so that you could jerk him off and he couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“You’ve been such a good pet for me, puppy. You know that?”

Denji’s nose rubbed against your sternum in response.

“Good boys who earn rewards get to cum. Isn’t that right?”

“F-Fu-Fuck— Yes— Yes, Mommy—”

“My sweet boy…”

“All… All yours, Mommy—” His breath was burning your skin in the best way as he panted, drool likely staining your shirt. “I’m your good boy.”

“Yes, you are.”

After looping his leash around your wrist instead of your hand, you wormed your way down to press your palm flat against his tip so that you could rub back and forth while you were still jerking him off; a dual effort to get him to cum harder. Denji was a squirming mess after that. He couldn’t contain himself, and it was hard for you to keep him somewhat still between your legs, because he was grabbing your hips for dear life while crying into your boobs for mercy.

“I’m close, Mommy— Stop it— Stop— Mommy!”

“Why would I stop, puppy? I told you that you’re allowed to cum. Don’t hold back. Cum for me whenever you’re ready.”

It barely took ‘til the end of your sentence before Denji cried out your name. White ropes of his cum shot out onto your thighs and stomach during the height of his orgasm that you forced out of him; and when it began to slow down, it turned into a spent leak that dripped down your hands.

You kissed the top of his head again as a means to close the gap between the two of you while you were whispering lovely praises to him about how he was so good for you and that he was so precious and that you were happy that he belonged to you.

When he caught his breath and was somewhat alert to his surroundings again, Denji tried to pick himself up so that he could escape you long enough to grab a towel to clean up the mess he made; However, you were still holding onto his leash tight enough that he couldn’t go far before you tugged gently to keep him with you, unable to think about anything about you, which is how it should have always been. You and him. Nothing else.

“Don’t move yet, puppy… Mommy’ll help you when you’re ready.”

Denji slumped against your body, completely giving up control one final time so that you could hug him close, enveloping him in your arms where he was safe and loved and taken care of. If it was possible, you would have liked to keep him there forever. If he wasn’t so anxious all the time, you’d want to keep him at home where you could look after him 24/7 so that you knew he was safe and out of harm’s way. When he was at work, nothing was guaranteed. Maybe if you just held onto him for dear life, refusing to let go, never allowing him out of your arms, convincing him that having his cheek squished up against your boobs was the best feeling in the world— Maybe then he’d stay with you forever.

“I’m so proud of you, Denji.”

He whined happily at the mention of his name.

“You did so well for me, baby.”

You ran your hands up and down his back to help him calm down while he caught his breath. Denji wasn’t wiggling around, which was a sign that he was close to falling asleep; and you knew the second you saw his left foot twitching at the end of the bed that he had actually successfully done so. He was all yours. He wasn’t going anywhere, not in that state when he was covered in cum and sweat, still wearing his collar and leash that you had wrapped around your wrist. Your cute little puppy. You’d take care of him for the rest of his life…

“Goodnight, puppy.”

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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Content: religious themes, choking, degredation, f-slur, internalized homophobia

It was supposed to be a calm day. Nothing but the usual glances at the school freaks and maybe a rude comment from the basketball team.

But of course, Eddie and Jason were at each other’s throats. Again.

Jason had attempted to pick on the younger members of Hellfire, annoying both you and the group’s leader. Naturally, Eddie was furious. It resulted in a lovely marker drawing of a dick on Carver’s locker. Washable, yes, but enough to piss Jason off.

“You want somethin’ Munson?” Jason questioned, glaring at a very smug looking Eddie.

He’d managed to catch the group as they left that day’s session. He’d likely gotten out of basketball practice with the rest of his goons, most of which were trailing behind him.

“Of course not good sir!” Eddie smirked, giving the most sarcastic bow he could manage. You rolled your eyes. You’d much rather diffuse the situation, but Eddie was always one for dramatics.

“Don’t make it worse, Ed.” You crossed your arms over your chest “Just walk away, he won’t follow.”

Eddie hummed softly, as if he was considering your advice. You knew he wouldn’t take it though.

“Didn’t know you freaks had brain cells,” Carver chuckled, the comment clearly directed at you. You raised a brow. He had nerve.

“A lot more than you,” Eddie quipped. “Listen, I’d love to chat about sports or girls or whatever it is you gossip about in the locker rooms, but I actually have plans.”

Eddie Munson did not have plans.

“You aren’t leaving that easy, freaks.” Damn he was testing you today.

Eddie only laughed. “I know what you’re thinking and no, Chrissy isn’t at my place.”

The way Jason’s eyes widened was almost laughable. Fists clenched at his side, he strode forward, grabbing Eddie’s collar. You stepped behind your friend instantly, getting ready to push Jason off. The only reason you didn’t, is because Eddie gave a small wave, gesturing for you to back off.

“You stay the hell away from my girlfriend, you hear me?”

It was almost sad. How scared he was of losing Chrissy to Eddie. All the while spending most nights crying into your mattress.

“Loud and clear, big boy,” Eddie mumbled, patting the hand holding his collar.

You glared down at Jason, eyes boring into him. With one glance up, he dropped Eddie, taking several steps backward. He tried not to show his mild fear, keeping his expression cruel.

“Whatever,” He huffed. “I better not see you anywhere near her or me.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead walking past you with his group. He mumbled something to the rest of his friends before walking a different way.

“Well that was eventful,” Eddie said, sighing. “I’m probably gonna get my ass kicked, but I’m absolutely gonna find some excuse to talk to Chrissy.”

You shook your head fondly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds.” He gave you a half-assed wave, walking toward his van while you went toward your car.

You weren’t very surprised to see Jason sitting on the curb on the other side, out of view from Eddie or his jock friends.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the car and unlocking it. After making sure the parking lot was clear (save for Eddie who was blasting Metallica so loud he was sure to go deaf), he hopped in the passenger seat, sinking down.

Most of the drive was silent, your attention focused on the road ahead of you. Eventually he sat up, his knee bouncing and fingers tapping nervously against the car door.

“You know I--”

“If you’re smart, you’ll shut your mouth.” You said, cutting him off. His mouth opened again, but he quickly thought better of it, going back to looking out the window.

You pulled in your driveway and got out of the car just as silently, whipping open the door to your house and leaving it open for Jason to follow. He did a second later, following you to your room.

No one but you was home, your parents on a week long vacation. Originally you were going to surprise him, let him know he didn’t have to sneak around this week. But now, you were just happy you wouldn’t have to gag him.

“You’ve got some nerve, Carver,” You said, smirking. He looked nervous, dropping his book bag by the door. “Comin’ after Eddie and me like that.”

“Just wanted him to stop messing with Chrissy,” He explained quietly, trying not to make things worse for himself.

“Want him to leave her alone, huh?” You asked, sympathetically. He nodded slowly, not sure where the kind tone came from. “Y’know, I think she’d hate it a lot more if she found out you were getting fucked stupid by those ‘freaks’ you hate so much.”

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was unable to meet your eye, looking from the walls to the floor.

“I just don’t want--”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want, Jason.” Your hand moved quickly, gripping his jaw.

It was tight enough to leave red marks, though you knew he wouldn’t complain. “If you think you can talk however you want to me and get away with it, you’re dead wrong.”

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn’t move with your hand in the way.

He was a sinner, that much he knew. God was surely frowning on his actions, on the way he shivered when you glared at him. But he couldn’t imagine himself stopping.

No matter how loud the voice in the back of his head was, all he wanted was to be good for you.

“Clothes off, on the bed.” You order, finally letting his jaw go. The reddened prints of your fingers stuck around.

“Bu-”

“Did I ask your opinion, bitch?” You watched as Jason shook his head, shedding his letterman jacket and shirt. He took off his jeans soon after, nearly tripping over them with how eager he was to sit on your bed. He was slightly slower taking off his boxers, eyes flicking to watch your expression.

Already twitching and all you did was call him a bitch.

It was always like this. He’d mock your friends then come home with you and get fucking railed. It was some sick fetish for him, not that you were mad about getting to make a pretty boy cry.

He felt sick at how eager he was. His eyes traced your every move, anxiously watching as you stepped closer to the bed. Your hand gripped his chin, much gentler this time. He refrained from leaning into your touch.

Fucking you was one thing. Showing up at your house or begging you to come over to his when his parents were out. Pleading until he got one of Hawkin’s resident freak to fuck him so hard he had to fake an injury in gym the next day.

But loving you? Loving you was something else. Something he couldn’t even consider, not when he was abandoning so many of his morals.

“So pretty like this,” You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. “You wanna suck my cock, pretty boy?”

He nodded fervently. He could feel himself twitch, a bead of precum trailing down his dick. He knew you noticed, you always did. Eyes gleaming as you held back a laugh, knowing you could torture him like this.

He slid off the bed, undoing your belt and pulling your boxers down just enough to free your half-hard length.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything, instead completely throating your cock, shoving it as far back as he could. He could feel you getting harder in his throat, forcing him to gag the longer he went.

“Aw, so eager to get a dick down your throat that you choke yourself, huh?” You smirked, voice dripping with false sympathy. He tried his best to nod, tears gathering in his eyes. “Slut like you probably likes it, though.” He tried and failed to nod again, giving a low moan of agreement.

The vibration made you sigh, placing both hands on either side of his face. “I think I like you better when you’re quiet.”

He didn’t want to admit that he twitched at that, thrusting his hips up into empty air. You took hold of his hair, dragging him up and down your cock. He let out a mix of gags and moans, his face tinted red as he struggled to breath.

A few thrusts later you dragged his head fully down, burying his nose against your pelvis. You let out a sigh, relishing in the feeling of his throat contracting around you.

He looked so pretty like this, tears streamed down his face, gagging around your cock as he pushed against you. Of course, if he wanted to stop he only needed to tap you a few times. But he never did, no matter how long you choked him on your dick. You were almost certain he’d enjoy passing out, as long as you fucked him afterward.

His eyes rolled back, stuck swallowing helplessly as he ran out of air. Eventually you pulled him off, smiling as he coughed, inhaling as fast as he could.

“On the bed,” You ordered, gesturing your head toward the bed. It took him a second to react, eyes too glazed to process your statement. “Now.”

That got his attention. He moved slowly, sitting himself on the sheets anxiously. He was hoping you didn’t notice the cum dripping from his stomach. He knew you would, though. You always did.

The second you took in his full appearance you outright laughed. “Don’t tell me you came just from that?” He looked away from you, shifting slowly on the bed. “You really are a whore, huh?” He barely processed the insult, nodding along in agreement.

You scoffed at the action, putting one hand against his side. You flipped him over, making him gasp at the sudden manhandling. None of the girls he could date would treat him like that. None would want to rail big strong Jason Carver until he cried. But you would. You always did.

And everytime, he felt worse about himself. He knew the town would turn on him the second they knew he was a faggot, much less the one getting fucked. It was odd that way. As if him topping would make it all better. But he didn’t want to top, he’d never even asked to. He enjoyed the way you treated him too much. Like he was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet.

You gripped his neck, leaning down to meet level with his ear. “I’d go nice and slow to prep you, but I know you want it rough.”

And he did. He always did.

You spit roughly on his hole, chuckling at the soft moan he let out. You held your hand in front of his face, gesturing for him to do the same. He did so, listening as you used it to cover your dick.

“Imagine if your little team could see you now,” You laughed, pushing passed the tight ring.

His mouth fell open, head collapsing against the mattress. It probably would’ve hurt more if he hadn’t fingered himself to this exact scenario in the showers after everyone had left.

But he loved the pain, he loved how you laughed behind him, mocking his constant moans and mumbling. He could barely get a word out, the noises a jumbled mess of “please”, “sir”, “stop”, and “more”.

Naturally, if he really wanted to stop, he could. Just one word was all it would take. But no matter how far you went, he never used it. Not once. Not even when you left him tied up in your closest, vibrator shoved half way up his ass while you went to dinner. He probably could’ve gotten out of it if he really tried. But he hadn’t even thought of that.

His head was clouded, barely registering his second orgasm for the night. The only thing that brought him back was the sound of your mocking coo.

“Fucking whore came again so fast?” You didn’t slow your thrusts, speeding up slightly as he attempted to answer you. All that came out was an extended whine, voice breaking with each harsh thrust into him.

“Think I should call your little friends? Party at L/n’s, right? Let them fuck their ring leader ‘til he passes out?”

He shook his head rapidly, barely realizing he was chanting “nonono” on repeat.

“No? Don’t want your friends knowing you get fucked by a freak?” You questioned, giving a harsh slap against his ass, reveling in the whimper he let out.

“Just want you,” He managed to say, the words slurred. “Just want you using me like this.”

You froze for a second, nearly cumming right there. He whined at your lack of movement, thrusting himself backward.

“You reall are a fucking slut,” You punctuated the sentence with a thrust, earning a loud moan. “My slut.”

And that alone was enough to make him cum again.

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dreaming-tonite · 8 months

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Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warning: office sex, penetrative sex

Word count: 980

Just an idea: Jason saw you in proper office wear once and was absolutely obsessed from then onwards.

Maybe you were one of the new hires on the Wayne Enterprise secretary team and you just so happened to catch his eye when he swung by unannounced on your first week.

Jason Todd seldom show face around the premise, but he sure would do it more often if someone had told him there was a secretary as pretty as you, in front of the reception table no less. He was planning to pop in and pop out but changed his mind immediately when you piqued his interest.

There was not a crease on your crisp white shirt and the top button was left undone, just enough for him to see the small necklace laying soundly against your collarbone when you tilted forward to look at the documents. Your pencil skirt stopped right above your knee, the subtle hues of your skin barely noticeable under the sheer black stockings.

And it was just who he was, but Jason could not stop himself from wanting to mess you up when he saw you so neat and proper.

“You’re new.”

“Yes, I started on Monday,” you barely looked away from your work at hand when he leaned forward with his bulging forearms against the desk, “Mr Todd.” You added as a second thought.

His lips tugged into a lopsided grin, “Oh? You know who I am?”

“We all do,” you replied politely, so polite it sounded impersonal, “they made us remember everyone associated with the Wayne family as part of orientation.”

“Right, of course they do,” he mused, wondering if he could get your trained exterior to crack at all, “but Mr Todd is my father, Jason is fine.”

He reached his hand to you and you stared at it for a second, before giving it a light shake, the touch of your fingers ghosting against his opened palm as if it was never there at all.

“I’ll make a note of that, Mr Todd.”

Your quick wit had only made him all the more determined to win you over, which had proven to be a long and gruesome process the more you made it clear that you couldn’t be easily impressed.

Still, his boyish charisma and many excuses to swing by just to see you eventually softened you up.

(“I’m pretty sure that bringing people coffee is my job,” you lifted your brows, turning the cup in your hand and impressed that he had gotten your exact order down, “but thanks Jason.”)

(It nearly made him combust hearing his name leave your tongue the first time.)

But even after he had managed to charm his way into your heart (and made it clear that he was here to stay), his urge to absolutely make a wreck out of you only intensified.

You should have known that this will happen would he popped into your work one day and just pulled you into an empty storage room after eyeing you up and down.

“Jason!” You hissed, the table he pushed you onto shaking beneath your hips as he rammed into you, “I’m at work!”

“But darling, you’re off the clock,” he purred, licking circles at the side of your neck where the collar of your shirt had already been yanked down, “you’re not working if it’s past office hours.”

“You know that’s— hm!” You bit the inside of your cheeks when you felt a moan slipping through when he smacked the side of your ass, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck for leverage, “not what I mean.”

You let out a frustrated groan when you felt his nails digging into your thighs and the sharp tear followed. God, how many times did you have to tell him that you didn’t want to buy new stockings every week?

“I’ve only worn these twice,” you whimpered, but it only seemed to egg him on as he picked up his pace.

He grinned and you would have believed that he was sorry if his fingers were not dragging down your legs, ripping the flimsy fabric even more.

He licked his lips at your smudged lipstick, skirt bundled up around your waist and stockings pulled down just enough for him to get access to your dripping cunt, your eyes struggled to stay open each time his cock bottomed out inside of you.

“Actually, why don’t you just come work for me instead?” he quipped, “I would love a sexy secretary too.”

“Oh, please,” you still managed to bite back even though your brain was melting inside bits from the burning heat in the pit of your stomach, “you don’t even have an office.”

He let out a wolfish giggle and the vibration of his chest sent chills down your spine, making you arch into him in reflex.

“You’re right,” he swallowed a groan at the proximity, “won’t be able to hold back from fucking you against every surface if I have you around me in this little number every day.”

A soundless gasp left your lips in protest when he pulled away, your arousal gushing out at the sudden emptiness. His hungry gaze racked across your body, exposed and aching for him. Creases that would have never appeared littered all over your shirt the moment he had his hands on you but it was still getting in his way of seeing everything he wanted from you.

“I’ll buy you new ones of everything you have on after I’m done.”

Your eyes widened when he sent you a smirk before his hands snaked to the sides of your waist.

“Jason, no—“

You were just glad that no one caught you walking out with your legs shaking and Jason’s jacket wrapped tightly around you to hide your half-bare torso, while the man in question followed suit looking all too pleased.

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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Harry loving to leave bruises in his girl? Having her laying on her tummy while he bite and suck all over he bum and thighs

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There was something about leaving marks on his love that soothed him. Made him preen when he saw a mark sticking out of the collar of her shirt or when she was naked in front of him, seeing his finger marks on her hips. It was a mark of ownership, of passion, to show that someone was there and was doing a good job of it. Someone was proud of holding his marks.

His past lovers found it to be a bit excessive, even scolding him for being so mouthy. He couldn’t help but find an excuse to get his mouth at that perfect angle, the crook of their neck where it was the warmest, sucking a small little blotch of passion there. He would mark the whole neck with tiny patches of blue and red if they allowed him, but no one really ever did.

Y/N, however, let him indulge. There were just a few rules that he would happily abide by. No one than one could be visible to people. He could leave his one on her neck, but the rest had to be able to be covered by a tee shirt and shorts which left him a lot of working space.

When they started dating, she had been a bit shocked at just how much he enjoyed it. How it worked him up, how the pride was evident in his face and stance when he saw the marks she didn’t cover up on her body. He had spent a long time kissing her body and warming her up, asking first if he could leave some marks because he wanted to ‘leave things to remember him by’ when she had to go on her weekend trip. It was when he received a photo of the line he had left down the valley of her breasts that same trip that he realized he may have found the one.

“Watch the teeth.” She murmured, fingers pressing through the glossy locks. “Little vampire. Swear to go.” He was under her shirt as they watched a movie, freshly showered skin tasting fresh and clean under his tongue as he finally got to work. Almost a form of foreplay to them as he nuzzled into the softness of her belly, biting down a bit rough to make her yelp. The hand in his hair tugged harshly, making him groan against the skin but letting up on his bite.

“Shh. Let me have my fun.” He mumbled back, sliding his face out of her shirt and back between her thighs. Plain cotton underwear covered the place he wanted to get at most, but he settled happily for the plushy skin of her thighs, running his nose along the silky skin. “Haven’t left nearly enough. Don’t like when y’go away. Let’s them fade far too fast, baby.” His raspy voice was thick with sleep, having woken up when she got home from the airport. She was wide awake from jet lag, and Harry was still waking up to the warmth of his lover’s body back in his bed. “Pretty thighs. Just missing marks.”

She could feel his lips latch to the skin, the soft suckling and brush of tongue making her sigh until the slightly painful sucking got a bit more intense. Still, it was hot. The groan against skin, knowing it was going to be dark, knowing she got off on the stinging pain of it, he loved it. Every bit. “My beautiful girl. Beautiful body. Missed you too much, missed markin’ you.” His speech slurred slightly as his mouth popped away from the mark, soothing it with his tongue. “Got t’cover you in them again. Got a few on your stomach… got t’get a few more on your thighs… and then I want a few on your pretty ass. But I may mark those with my hand when I get inside of you.” He sighed, nosing over the cotton of her panties. This foreplay was long and hot, but Y/N ate it up every time. Harry was so good at turning her on, and he wasted no time on covering her skin with reminders of him.

“Whatever you’d like, H.”’she sighed, pushing his hair back as she got a glimpse of him looking up between her legs. “God, you’re insane. Whatever you’d like.” Her throat swallowed around the lump as he spread her thighs, nose bumping against her clit through the panties as he pressed a few kisses to the dampening fabric. With the hazy dark green, she’s pretty sure he could say anything to her and she would give him exactly as asked. He was her own fallen Angel.

“S’good. My good girl.” He grinned, kissing up and up, right over the waistband of her panties. “Missed what belonged to me, is all. You, this body, your heart. Especially these thighs and what’s between ‘em.” He sighed, nosing over the sensitive skin again. “Gonna take good care of you. Just have to remind you who you belong to. Who takes care of you. Need you to remember every time you look in the mirror. Whenever you sit down. Whenever you pull your clothes on.”

As if she could forget.

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widowbitessting · 1 year

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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:5

Welcome cuties to the fifth instalment of Sugar Mommies. I hope it was worth the wait! <3 I - just like Carol - am frantically trying to find a way to bring Natasha and Wanda home. Please bare with and if the certain nonnie who is pestering me about it, could kindly stop, that would be ace.

Enjoy lovies!

Xoxo

Livvy

Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact

You can’t stop yourself from checking your cell after roughly one minute and twenty five seconds.

Taking it back from your pocket between two fingers as if it was covered in something disgusting.

You swipe away the unwanted messages as you excitedly look at the current unread message from your Wanda.

Your safe space.

One of your safe people.

Your woman in shining armour.

Wands (17:43): Natty and Carol are talking about work, boring or what? :(

The smile forming on your face looks goofy but you do not care.

At all.

Y/N (17:43): I knowww!

You glance over at Carol, where she’s still talking on the phone to Natasha; power radiating off her.

Y/N (17:43): They took over before I could get a chance to talk to you, Wands :(

You watch the three dots dance as Wanda types her reply.

Wands (17:44): I know, how mean of them! I’d call you now but I need to be on standby in case I’m needed for boring work related duties. I miss you kitten <3

Y/N (17:44): That sucks. At least we’re talking now, kinda. I miss you more :(

Wands (17:45): You better not be sad, my love! I can’t cheer you up from here!

Wands (17:45): Oh wait, yes I can! Watch this!💕

It takes Wanda a full minute - and yes, you timed her - to send a cute gif of two cats cuddling.

Wands (17:46): Tada! How cute is that?? 🥺

Y/N (17:46): Did you just learn how to do that…? I’m shocked you even know what a gif is!😂

Wands (17:46): No…what? I’m not that old, kitten!

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laugh.

Y/N (17:47): Sure you’re not…grandma.

Wands (17:47): Excuse me? Grandma? Have you forgotten your place since we’ve been away, kitten?

Y/N (17:48): Nope. I just felt like trying a new nickname, not a fan?

Wands (17:49): Would a grandma be able to do this?

Two minutes later and Wanda eventually sends her chosen gif over to you and you can’t help but bark out in laughter; hastily covering your mouth.

It’s a gif of hand wrapping around someone’s neck.

Wands (17:50): Something I am itching to do to you.

Wands (17:50): Or this.

Another gif comes through and this time it’s of an ass being smacked.

When the next one shows up on your phone, you purse your lips and stare straight ahead; refusing to let yourself blush too much.

It’s a gif of a woman being collared.

Wands (17:52): I can keep them coming, Y/N. Trust me.

You cast a sidelong glance at an old lady next to you; just in case she happens to be peering over your shoulder.

But she isn’t even bothered by you.

No, she’s far too engrossed in her novel.

“50 Shades -” You snort and cover your face with your hands.

You could not make this stuff up.

Another gif comes through and you end up calling Wanda without fully thinking.

She picks up on the second ring.

“What a pleasant surprise.” She says. “Even if I did tell you I can’t call, baby girl. Are we struggling to understand basic information?”

“I - I, I don’t know why I called…” You stammer.

“Don’t go shy on me now, kitten. Tell mommy why you called her. Go on.” Wanda replies, “quickly now.”

“Erm,” You clear your throat. “I called you to ask you to stop sending the gifs…”

“And why is that, baby?” Wanda asks, highly amused. “Are you getting all flustered?”

“So what if I am?”

“You’re getting defensive too.” Wanda replies. “Aw sweet little baby; is mommy making you all flustered?”

“I - no. Shut up.”

“Did you just tell me to shut up?”

Wanda’s tone changes and you immediately know your mistake.

It’s like you can pinpoint exactly when all the blood drains from your face.

“I -”

“ - because I know for a fact, good girls don’t tell their doms to shut up.”

“But - ”

“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you, kitten?”

You’re silent for a good ten seconds.

Words and your brain are just utterly failing you.

Wanda loves it.

She waits patiently for you to catch up.

“I - w…well. Yeah.” You manage to squeak out.

“I’ve not had the chance to play Dom since leaving you, kitten.” Wanda sighs. “Now I’ve got you one on one, I can. I’ve missed it. Almost as much as I’ve missed you, little one.”

You nervously glance at Carol, who just happens to glance at you at the same time. She offers you a wink.

You mentally curse your cheeks for blushing crimson.

Carol will for sure know something is up.

“Where did you go, my gorgeous girl? Come back to mommy.”

“I’m here.” You mutter, “I’m here.”

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks.

“Yes…”

“Hi, baby.” Carol smiles, appearing out of thin air.

She places your drinks on the table.

“Oooh,” You hear Wanda say on the phone. “That’s why you’re distracted. Captain is with you again, isn’t she?”

“Maybe.” You reply, thanking Carol when she slides your drink over to you.

“Is that Wanda?” She asks.

You nod, blowing on your coffee.

Carol takes your phone from you and holds it to her ear.

“Shouldn’t you be working, kitten?”

“...hi Carol…”

“Hi, bunny.” Carol replies, “shouldn’t you be working?”

“I am working…”

“No, little liar. You’re talking to our baby girl.”

Wanda sighs.

“Go and do some work, cheeky thing.” Carol says. “We will talk to you later, okay?”

“But I miss Y/N.”

“Don’t you miss me?”

“Not as much as I miss my detka.”

“Go and do some work, brat. We will speak to you later”

Carol ends the call and wordlessly hands you back your phone, rolling her eyes for good measure.

“Brats.” She smirks. “Constant pests in my life.”

You smile back, nudging her with your foot.

“Yes, Y/N? Something to add?” Carol asks. Her eyes are bright, playful.

“...just that I’m glad I’m not one.”

“Oh?” Carol sniggers, cocking her head to the side. “Is that so, kitten?”

“Mhmm,” You reply, biting into your chosen treat. Its filling oozes out of the pastry and spills onto your fingers.

The crumbly exterior tumbles onto the chipped white plate.

You expect Carol’s attention to switch to that.

To watch the chocolatey goo dribble down your fingers.

But she doesn’t.

No.

Her eyes are trained fully on you.

Completely invested in what you have to say.

You chew and swallow. “I’m an angel. What can I say?”

Carol laughs.

A solid, belly laugh.

“Oh honey,” she says, moving from her chair to sit next to you. “You might not be in the same league as Wanda when it comes to being a little brat; but you can’t deny that its there. I see the sparkle in your eye, small one.”

You watch her, mouth agape; and God, you want nothing more than to reply back with a witty remark.

“And baby girl, it’s there. I see it right now.”

One hand goes to rest on your knee, while her other arm drapes around your shoulders.

“Do it,” Carol baits, “go on. Be a brat. I dare you.”

Yup. That was a mistake.

The word dare triggers something in your brain.

And who are you to ever step down from a dare?

Your chocolate covered hand moves to Carol’s face, quicker than you thought you could move it, but she catches your wrist without so much as a blink.

The tip of your finger is mere inches from her cheek.

You could still do it.

Wiggle your hand out of her stupidly strong grasp…

“Only, if you do decide to be a brat, Y/N, just know, you won’t be cumming for an entire week. Do I make myself clear?”

It’s like she burnt you.

Your hand jerks free from her grasp and you hastily move it away.

“That's what I thought.”

“That’s…”

“That’s what, honey?” Carol asks you, handing you a moist hand wipe from her purse.

You take it gladly and wipe your sticky hands clean.

“Nothing…” You reply, scrubbing at a stubborn patch on your index finger. “Forget I said anything.”

“Clever girl.” Carol says, grabbing her drink and taking a much needed sip.

She glances at you as you pick up your own drink. “Otherwise I’d have had to teach you a lesson right here in this cafe.”

Carol can’t help but chuckle at your response; the small jerk as you register her words. Your startled “Oh!” as some of the liquid sloshes over one side of your cup and onto your lap.

“Careful there, baby.”

Carol takes a spare napkin from the table and presses it down onto the wet patch on your thigh.

“T-thanks…”

“Spill anymore and it’ll look like you’ve wet yourself…or let me have my way with you.”

Your eyes snap up to hers in time to catch the wink.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Carol says, removing her hand from your thigh.

It mercifully lets your brain restart and you let out a slightly shaky breath.

“Tease.”

“Oh? And here’s me thinking you liked my teasing…” Her lips press onto your cheek. “But I’ll stop. I think the barista can see your blushing cheeks from all the way at the till.”

You nudge Carol with your shoulder, glaring up at her.

“Have you finished?”

“For now.” She says. “Come on, eat your snack baby. And drink up before it gets cold.”

You both sit in silence for a few minutes after that.

You, nibbling away while Carol sits with one arm behind you; fingers twirling your hair.

She looks content. Happy. Relaxed.

But on the inside, her brain is working through a hundred different problems.

Trying to remember dates and employees names; and whether she emailed specific people back.

But for you, she’s keeping her composure.

Determined to keep it together, just for you.

“When we get home, love, I might have to disappear for a little bit. Do some work to try to help ease Natasha and Wanda’s load. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” You reply. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m a fast typer. Or I can make phone calls for you?”

At that, Carol smiles, pulling you somehow closer to her side.

“My lovely, sweet girl. Thank you. But I’ll be okay. I need to concentrate. If you’re there trying to help, I’d just get distracted…”

You try to fight back a smile.

“I could make us dinner then?”

“Much better, my little chef. I might have the perfect outfit for you to wear too, whilst you cook.”

“Is that so?” You shift in your seat so you’re facing Carol.

“Mhm,” she replies. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes dirty whilst you create a mess in the kitchen.”

“I can’t wait to see this outfit then…”

You’re leaning forward, hands cupping both of Carol’s cheeks, when you hear MJ’s voice.

“Y/N!”

The two of you groan and pull apart, just in time to watch as MJ shimmies through a small gap between two chairs.

“Y/N! Why don’t you answer your phone anymore?”

“Sorta got into the habit of ignoring you when I’m occupied…” You mumble. “Why is it always you?”

“Don’t you have other friends to pester, MJ?” Carol mutters, earning an elbow jab to her ribs.

“Y/N, please, you’ve gotta come; it’s an emergency!”

You sit up straighter in your seat.

“What?”

Every disastrous scenario you can think of flickers through your head.

“What’s happened?

“Just come on, Y/N. Please!”

“But I don’t -”

“Now! I don’t have time to explain.” MJ inspects your barely touched drink. “I’ll buy you another one later. And two cookies if you just get up and move. I’m ageing here, babe; come on.��

“Probably because you’re being elusive as fuck right now, MJ.” Carol mutters, checking her nails.

“I don’t have time for your snark, Danvers; come on Y/N! Please!”

“Right, right, okay, let me grab my stuff.”

MJ yanks you up.

Nearly tearing your arm out of your socket as she does so.

How she doesn’t knock the table over as you’re dragged to your feet is beyond you.

“It’s an emergency, quick, come on!”

“It’ll be more of a fucking emergency if you dislocate my shoulder, MJ!”

Carol sighs and stands up; only to be glared at by MJ.

“Not you! Best friends only.”

You can only cast a I’m sorry glance back at Carol before you’re towed away.

“Call me when you’re done, hon!” Carol shouts after you, smiling as you try your hardest to not fall over your own two feet.

Once outside, MJ doesn’t stop towing you.

She doesn’t even check if you’re behind her. She just marches on, switching to a run, assuming the hand she has a grip on is still attached to your body.

When you eventually do go down, MJ finally decides her rapid pace is a little excessive and allows you to walk by her side; even if it is still a rather quick walk.

“Gonna tell me - ah cramp, cramp!” You fall into MJ’s side, clutching your side. “Fuck, I’m so unfit, ow!”

“How are you like this when you have three women who fuck you, Y/N?”

“I -” You slap her arm, “MJ!”

“What? It’s true!”

“Slow down, please, I’m gonna pass out.”

“You have got to work on your stamina, love.”

“Where are we going, MJ?”

“Round the corner, Peter should still be there.”

“What the fuck are you talking a…bout…”

You stand there, dumbfounded, at the sight of Peter holding a small golden retriever in his arms.

“Hi, Y/N!”

“That’s a dog…”

“It’s actually a puppy…” Peter replies, taking a small step towards MJ when you glare at him.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I can see that. Why are you holding a puppy? What’s going on?”

“We found him on our way to get a coffee. I’m in love, Y/N. I’m keeping him. Meet Spider-pup!”

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #spiderbites #sugar mommies season 2 #no minors #18+ only

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ai-luni · 1 year

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BESTIE!!!! CAN we get a NSFW for logan 😭😭

YES YOU CAN! But only because you asked so nicely!

Logan Walker NSFW Headcanons

My silly little silent protagonist <3

Logan is the most loyal person you’ll meet. He can get angry and frustrated and whatnot but truly deep down, he doesn’t have a hateful bone in his body. He is very respectable because he is quick to respect others. He admires and loves hard.

When he sleeps with someone, he tries to find love in it whether it’s real or fake. He craves intimacy.

He’s not opposed to one night stands. When he can, he might as well. But he can be picky with his partner. If he doesn’t make a connection, he won’t go or take anyone home with him. And that’s that.

He’s not very talkative so I think he tends to look for someone the opposite of him. Someone who has a lot to say and is very passionate about it. He gets a rush out of the way people’s eyes light up when they talk about a show or game or anything they love. It’s a sure fire way to give him butterflies and make him feel special that you chose him to open up to.

This carries on into the bedroom. He’s not very vocal, a grunt here and there but he’s likely not going to talk dirty to you unless you ask him to.

HOWEVER, he does have a massive praise kink. Amen. Pet name kink. Amen. I think he’s an easy switch but when you dominate him, his knees will turn to jelly.

Tell him how good he makes you feel. Tell him where you like his fingers most. Tell him to go faster. Tell him you feel like you’re going to burst.

Write him a fucking poem for all I care.

Claw at his back. Yank his hair. Arch your back until not a single millimetre of your back is touching the bed.

Moan out to him. For him. Do it again and again. He wants to hear your voice rise from pleasure until you're lightheaded.

Call him kitten. Call him baby boy. Call him your love. Oh my God, yes, YES. OH Logan, oH MY LOVE AH.

You once left him a voice message just like that and he jizzed in his pants. Had his headphones on in the middle of the mess hall. Had to excuse himself, telling the team you needed to call about something serious and he was worried.

He actually just had to go clean himself up.

Most of the time, he’ll jerk off to just the memory of being with you. One specific moment he remembers clear as day still:

He was on top of you, going at it. Hands bracing himself on the mattress, caging you as you squirmed uncontrollably. Back arched and rolling against him as you panted. Your legs open wide, bent and slipping on the sheets. Yours nails raking his back to his hair, to grabbing the headboard to grabbing his arms. Your eyes were rolled back as far as they could go and your jaw was completely soft and impassive.

“Keep going Logan AH right there!” You’d squeak and he paired it with a low grunt and a hard thrust.

“OH You make me feel so good, Aaha my good boy.” And he began to rut into you. So hard, you knew it’s burn tomorrow.

Another moment he thinks about often is when he got home one evening and dragged him by the collar of his shirt to the bedroom. Pushed him down, undid his pants and straddled him.

He watched in awe, not blinking for a solid minute as you stripped above him. Your mouth twitched as it gathered a pool of saliva to spit into your palm and slowly brought it down to finally wrap your hand around him.

You bent down as you stroked him, face so close to him he could feel your breath on his dick. Your curved back, ass up in the air and dainty soft hand tugging at his tip. He genuinely thought he had died and gone to heaven.

He was in so much ecstasy that he let out his loudest moan to date, letting his head fall back as he released into your hand.

“Come on kitten, I know you got more in you then that. You were doing so well.” You’d said with a sultry voice laced of pure sin and sure enough from that alone, he had a lot more to give.

(I can’t tell you why I think this but I think Logan would love clean, pretty nails. He prefers a french tip but honestly if they’re manicured and not too long and sharp (however he would love doing little menial tasks just for you if your nails were a little impractical), he would 100% swoon. Especially with them wrapped around his cock.)

When it comes to initiating something outside of the bedroom, it would have to be you to start it. But Logan is always a game no matter where it is. If you're at base and guide him into a closet, he’ll be on you in seconds. If you tell him to touch you at a safehouse or a supermarket even, he’ll have his hand down your pants like it’s nothing.

I think as well he would be the most likely out of all the ghosts to be risky in combat. Okay he would never actually engage in something physical or anything that will distract focus on a mission - the mission and your safety always comes first. But if you wanted to tell him what the adrenaline was doing to your body or that he looked hot and you planned to show that to him later, he would actually love it. He would become so determined from it.

Even if you just gave him a good job, nice shot or well done in the field, he’ll be riding high for the rest of the day.

Logan’s pretty vanilla. I think the most wild thing he’ll do and actually 100% enjoy is calling you mummy but you’d have to seriously coax it out of him.

Also I think he secretly has a thing for spit but won’t admit it. When you rest your head on his chest and drool, when you kiss and spit dribbles down your chin, when you attack his neck and it’s left wet and sticky. He gets such a kick out of it.

He had a dream once you spat in his mouth and told him you loved him and long story short, he had to change his bed sheets.

Also he wouldn't of thought about this too much but he once saw Keegan giving you instructions, putting something out on a map. Both of you bending over the table to reach a certain spot or guiding the other's hand.

He has no idea what you guys were talking about but it gave him so many thoughts. He liked the thought that Keegan would 100% know how to please you and it didn't upset him at all. Maybe because he thought you deserved to be with the best and Keegan to him was the best, maybe it was the other way around and he thought Keegan deserved the best kind of pleasure which was yours.

Whatever it was, he would never let himself think about it long enough to find out. It made him feel guilty and wrong. But there would always be the thought in the back of his mind that neither of you would actually say no to the idea either.

This boy does not know when he’s going to cum. It surprised both of you at how spontaneous it usually is. On rare occasions he will feel it coming and he’ll warn you and work harder so you both can orgasm together (which he absolutely loves but I’ll get into that later). But most of the time you’ll do something that just sets him off with no rhyme or reason.

I think he’s very much the type to almost puke when he’s chewing on food and feels an unexpected texture in his mouth. This is the same but different. Some common offenders to make him cum instantly are:

When you look into his eyes then roll then back

When you roll your hips against him and let out a particularly determined, gruffed grunt

When you gag on him

When you get so into the moment, you lose your grip and fall onto him or the pillow

When you get into a chant of “more, more, more, more, more!”

When you spasm through an orgasm, hips bucking and shoulders never staying in the same place for more than half a second

Like stated before this boy loves intimacy. He’s said “I love you” unintentionally to a one night stand too many times before. He loves the significance of sex and that it’s so easy to give into the illusion of love even when there isn’t any.

Sometimes when he’s feeling particularly sentimental or possessive, he fuck you slowly while cuddling. He’ll make love to you and drive you crazy. And it brings him so much security. He wants to make you feel how you make him feel and so when he can bring himself to cum at the same time as you, he will be so lovesick and just generally more optimistic for the rest of the week.

Look. The boy just loves you okay. And all he ever wants is to make you dick drunk because you deserve it.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #logan walker x reader #logan walker x you

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softshiin · 2 years

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thunderstruck

ଘ summary. some of the tr boys experiencing love at first sight

๑ includes! shinichiro sano, hanma shuji, wakasa imaushi (teen!waka)

ଘ cw. mentions of people getting beaten up, slight mention of blood, mention of cigarettes in shuji’s, fem!reader

notes. helloo i figured that i’d love to write for tokyo revengers as well, so here i am <3

remember that there could be some grammatical mistakes!

shinichiro

; okay so we all know that shin is most likely to fall for every pretty woman he sees

; but hey, this time he felt that it would go well?

; he was in the middle of a fight, obviously getting beaten up, when you suddenly showed up

; managed somehow to get out of that situation, and went straight to you

; yes. with all the blood on his face, but his sweet smile was also there

“hey, um, excuse me!” he tried to catch your attention, after he made sure that the guys who were with him were gone

as soon as you saw him, you almost got an heart attack. god his face was all red.

shin was expecting you to ignore him, and walk away like all the previous girls did. i mean, how could he blame them? they were probably scared.

then you suddenly stopped, starting to search for a tissue and some water in your bag. “oh my what to do, your face is a mess. let me help you”

; a spark lighted shinichiro’s eyes. maybe you were the one.

shuji

; as always, he was randomly beating up guys that pissed him off

; the haitani brothers were watching him from the sidelines, kind of bored from the usual situation

“come onnn, this is so boring” he said after taking the last one down, lighting up his cigarette

; then something unusual got his attention

; a girl, walking with a fast pace, went straight for the alley he was in

; he thought that was really strange, since people normally avoid that street

; and he soon discovered the cause: some random creep was following her

“now, this is fun” he smirked, tossing his cigarette on one of the dudes hands.

; after you walked past him, he suddenly grabbed, gently, your wrist

“it’s alright now” , he said, as he kinda tossed you towards the haitani brothers, who looked at you with understanding eyes and little smiles

; then shuji rapidly took the old man by the collar and threw him on the ground

“let’s have some fun, shall we?”

; and that’s how you met hanma shuji

wakasa

; alr so we all know that he was the prettiest boy around, but surprisingly he didn’t have any girls around him??

; and this kinda bothered him, not that he wanted a whole fan club or anything

; but… c’mon he knew he wasn’t ugly, and he expected at least a few chicks?

; this lil “problem” was always brought up whenever he was with the boys

; and he ended up being made fun of just like shinichiro was

“at least i talk to girls” he always said, with his dumb grin on his face

; waka didn’t even bother to answer him at this point

; the tables turned when he was walking around with the gang, taking a stroll in a new neighborhood

“here kitty~ come here~” they heard a soft voice, seeing then a cat running away after hearing them arriving

“… why?” you sighed, standing up without noticing them

“sorry, we scared him away” the blonde apologized.

; you then flinched and turned around, to be faced by four tall and kinda intimidating boys

; this is where wakasa fell in love with you.

; you were literally the cutest person he’d ever seen

; on your face and clothes there were still some fur, and your hair was a mess because the kitten probably played with it

“so cute..” he mumbled

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x you #shinichiro hcs #shinichiro headcanons #wakasa #wakasa imaushi #wakasa x you #wakasa headcanons #tokyo revengers wakasa #hanma #hanma shuji #hanma fluff #hanma x y/n #hanma headcanons #hanma x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader

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inanoldhousewrites · 10 months

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(you'll never) guess who's coming to dinner

It was clear as soon as Geralt walked in the door that something was bothering Jaskier. When he gave a kiss to his wife, Yennefer kissed back, but when he kissed the top of Jaskier’s head walking past, Jaskier leaned into it, but didn’t say anything. Quite the change from his usual response of dramatically demanding more. Geralt raised his eyebrow at Yennefer in question, but she just shook her head and shrugged.

Dinner was stilted. Jaskier was clearly distracted, but didn’t want to bring up whatever was bothering him. As soon as dinner was cleared away, however, Jaskier made a pass at them. It was not uncommon for one of them to work out their feelings through a round (or more) of vigorous sex, so Geralt and Yennefer followed him to the bedroom.

It was only after they’re sated and snuggling that Jaskier brought up what was on his mind.

“I know you don’t mind me sleeping with other people,” he begins, and Geralt tries not to tense because that was not the direction he expected. “But would you be okay if I maybe wanted to date someone?”

“Are you getting serious about Vespula?” Yennefer asked. “I thought you were currently off again.”

“No, it is. It’s not Vespula. I… met someone.”

“Hmm,” Geralt encouraged.

“He’s, well, he’s different. I’ve never met anyone like him, and I really like him.” Jaskier looked strangely vulnerable between them, nervous as he thought about his feelings for this other man. Geralt, as always, wanted to give him everything.

“Well, ask him out and when you feel like he’s ready, invite him to dinner so we can meet him,” Geralt told him, and that was that.

The next day, Jasker texted them ‘He said yes! Date tomorrow ❤️’ and from then on they heard about nothing but Jaskier’s new boyfriend.

“Raddy has the best taste in wine.”

“Raddy looks so good in furs.”

And once, looking particularly rumpled as he came back to their apartment after a date, hickies showing under his collar, “Raddy loves my new song.”

It’s just under two weeks from their first date that Jaskier finally tells them “Raddy is eager to meet you, so I invited him to dinner tomorrow night.”

Yennefer was pulling dinner out of the oven while Geralt set the table, so she had her back to the door when Jaskier walked in with his guest. “We’re here! I’m so excited for you to meet!” As she closed the oven door, she heard Geralt make a noise of surprise and shock. Curious, she turned to see for herself and her jaw dropped when she recognized Jaskier’s guest.

After he quickly introduced everyone, Yennefer linked her arm around Jaskier’s. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Would you excuse us for a moment?” She tugged Jaskier into the bedroom, leaving Jaskier’s two boyfriends making awkward and stilted conversation in the kitchen.

“Isn’t he great?” Jaskier asked.

“Yes,” Yennefer answered, as calmly as she can, “he’s really something. But tell me, Jaskier, in the past two weeks, you’ve called him your spoon, a knife, the only music critic worth listening to, and even your ‘little love rat.’ So I ask you: why did I have to wait until he’s standing in my kitchen to find out that you are dating the crown prince of Redania?”

#the witcher #radskier #jaskovid #jaskier x radovid #geraskefer #jaskier #radovid #yennefer #geralt of rivia #modern au #will crosspost to AO3 whenever it's up again

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The Crime and Punishment (4)

[modern! lawyer • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: sex content, age gap, smut, angst, domination kink, sexual tension]

[description: Aemond becomes a co-owner of one of the largest law firms in the area. He is invited to cooperate by one of the best lawyers he knows. While working in the evenings on further matters at his house, he meets his daughter, much younger than him, whose behavior gives him sleepless nights. Anon Request: Age gap, domination, lots of sexual tension and guilt.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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She'd never been as excited as she was the day that they were supposed to fuck in his office. The night before when they had talked, before she went back to her room to sleep he had let her sit on his lap, sitting in the armchair. They kissed and rubbed against each other. She almost just unzipped his fly and started riding him. However, she decided to respect his request.

The next day she showed up at their law firm late in the afternoon, surprising her father. She was wearing her favorite short, black, boat neck dress with a white collar. It was fastened from the front with nice, decorative buttons. She thought that it was perfect for what she wanted to do today.

"What are you doing here? Something happened?" He asked anxiously. She quickly shook her head.

"I promised Aemond that I'd help him write up the protocols of some of the recent interrogations." She said lightly, taking the backpack off her back and placing it on the chair. Her father raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"His assistant doesn't take care of it?" He asked uncertainly. She laughed at his words.

"She does, but she's too slow. And he needs it for tomorrow's trial." She spoke truthfully. He really needed these documents and said it would be a good excuse for them to meet. Her father nodded understandingly.

"I see. I hope you get on with your work quickly. Call me if you need anything." He said and patted her head.

She nodded and walked past him, heading for Aemond's office. She went inside and closed the door behind her.

He sat behind his desk and looked at her intently, his face tense. She thought he looked incredibly handsome in the tight, black Tshirt he was wearing.

"Good afternoon." She said softly as she sat down at the other desk and opened the laptop. She looked around and thought that Hannah was indeed quite a mess. There was nothing to find on her desktop, folders scattered chaotically and senselessly.

"Where are the records I have to listen to?" She asked, looking at him uncertainly.

He sighed heavily, getting up from his seat and walking over to her. He stood behind her and bent down, taking the mouse from her hand. She shivered as she felt the touch of his hand, his hot breath on her neck.

He fumbled through various folders, cursing under his breath at the mess his assistant had on the computer. He finally found what he was looking for, marked her with nine files, each at least half an hour long.

"I have to write down all these recordings?" She asked terrified, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked down at her with an impassive expression on his face.

"Yes. I need it by tomorrow. Hannah only managed half of what I asked her to do during her working hours." He said low, frustrated and unhappy. She blinked and nodded her head.

"Okay, I'm getting to work." She said, sighing softly, plugging her headphones into her computer. She could feel him staring at her thoughtfully for a moment longer.

She felt a pleasant shiver run through her as he leaned over her suddenly and brushed his lips against her neck. She didn't have time to say or do anything, because he got back up and headed for his desk, sitting down behind it and going back to his paperwork. She put on the headphones, sighing softly, and played the first recording.

Several hours had passed, and she still had three recordings to write down. She was already tired and sleepy, the witness was babbling terribly and she had to go back several times to listen well to what he was saying. She couldn't afford to make a mistake when Aemond would later rely on those records in court.

She rubbed her eyes, replaying one of the excerpts, and opened the text file window jotting down what she heard. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Aemond get up from his desk. She took one earphone out of her ear, seeing that he was looking at her expectantly.

"Do you have much left?" He asked low. She glanced at her watch. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. She sighed heavily.

"Three more recordings." She said resigned. "This man is babbling horribly. I'm not surprised Hannah was taking it so slow." She said, wanting to defend her a little in his eyes.

Aemond pursed his lips and sighed.

"Go home and rest. I'll finish it." He said gently. She blinked and furrowed her brow.

"That wasn't the deal." She said calmly, looking at him intensely. He rolled his eye at her words.

"Don't be childish." He said, putting aside some papers and folders. She put the earphone back on and went back to typing on the computer, ignoring him.

She heard him say something else to her, but she didn't know what. He ran a hand over his face, not knowing what to do with her. He finally approached her impatiently and took the earphone from her ear.

"I am talking to you." He said angry. "Take your backpack and go home. Do you want me to order you an Uber?" He asked, but she didn't answer, trying to pull the earphone from him which he had taken from her hand.

"You're interrupting my work." She said indifferently. He squeezed her wrist firmly, leaned over her, and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"Do not provoke me." He spoke coldly and low. She smiled involuntarily at his words.

"Or what?" She asked defiantly.

His lips pressed into a thin line. He tapped his tongue against his cheek, his expression changing as if he had an idea. A shudder went through her.

"Do you want to see what I'm capable of?" He asked quietly. She felt goosebumps rise on her arms. She swallowed hard, feeling the throbbing pressure between her thighs. There was no one else in the office except for them.

"Yes." She whispered.

He stared at her for a moment with black, blank eye. She squealed loudly as he suddenly grabbed her from her chair and lifted her, carrying her to the guest couch on the other side of his office. He laid her down on her, the cool leather covering almost burning her hot skin. She was breathing unevenly, excited.

He crouched astride her, undoing and pulling down his belt. She saw that with a few confident movements he made two loops out of it.

"Give me your hands." He said low. She blinked at him in surprise, her heart pounding wildly. He raised an eyebrow.

"Give me your hands or go home. Choose." He said in a voice that brooked no argument.

She pursed her lips and held out her hands to him. He smiled in satisfaction, tightening the loops around her tiny wrists.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, looking at her carefully. She shook her head, and he grunted in approval, taking her bound hands and placing them above her head.

"Turn onto your stomach." He said calmly.

She swallowed hard and did as he asked. It wasn't going according to her plan, but she was incredibly turned on. She thought that no men had ever affected her the way he did in her life. She felt him slip her shoes off her feet.

She sucked in a quick breath as he grabbed her hips and lifted them quickly with a firm motion, so that she had to bend over and stretch out, seeking support in her knees. Her bound hands lay in front of her, clenched on the fabric of the couch. She knew she was completely at his mercy.

She swallowed loudly as she felt his hand on her buttock. She knew that in this position he could see her panties perfectly and he was just enjoying the sight of them. His touch sent a pleasant shiver through her, her insides clenching around nothing.

"You've been driving me mad on purpose for months." He grunted low and slapped her hard on the butt with his open palm. She squealed softly and groaned, leaning forward a little, surprised and excited by the sensation. He began to rub his hand again to the place that was so pleasantly burning.

"I have to admit, it's hard to discourage you. But it's over now." He spoke calmly and darkly, his tone of voice sending shivers down her spine.

Her lips parted as she felt his hands slowly sliding down the thin fabric of her panties. She felt a chill against her bare, hot skin. She tightened her fingers on the fabric of the couch as she felt his thumb on her entrance, teasing her swollen clit once in a while.

"Have you been so wet all these hours?" He purred, his thumb rubbing her hot, throbbing skin in circular, measured motions. He gave her another loud slap on the ass when there was no response.

"I can not hear." He said menacingly, his hand tightening on the skin of her buttock. She sucked in a breath, breathing fast, writhing beneath him.

"Yes." She whispered helplessly and heard his soft chuckle. She mewled softly as she felt him lean over her, his tongue brushing over her wet, throbbing womanhood.

"So wet and desperate. You'll be begging me for mercy today." He purred and began teasing her with the tip of his tongue, licking her entrance and clit gently, moving it up and down, never giving her complete pleasure anywhere.

She moaned helplessly under him, her buttocks trying to push harder against his face, she felt her nipples harden all over. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, keeping her from finding fulfillment.

"Don't move or you won't be able to sit on your ass tomorrow." He said warningly, returning to earlier caresses after a moment, his tongue once in a while slid deep inside her, making her body bend, a long, sweet moan came out of her mouth.

"Feels good? Do you like it when I lick you like that?" He asked in awe, watching how easily he drew the reactions he wanted from her. She shivered at his question, panting softly.

"Yes, don't stop, keep licking me" She mumbled, and he happily went back to his previous activity, burying his face between her thighs, his tongue now even deeper than before.

Its rough, supple structure rubbed hard against its fleshy, hot walls, tightening around nothing. She moaned loudly as he began to lick the place where her most sensitive point was, driving her crazy.

"Yes, yes, please" She moaned loudly and clenched her hands helplessly as he pulled away from her suddenly, licking his lips in appreciation. He watched her thighs quiver with thirst, her juices running down her skin.

"What a mess. So much of you come out just by licking that tight pussy?" He asked in disbelief, undoing his fly. She flinched with pleasure at the sound, but he slapped her butt again.

"Stay still if you want to come today." He said low, pulling down his pants and boxers, pressing his throbbing, swollen cock against her wet entrance. He rubbed it in her juices until he was wet.

They both gasped loudly at the sensation. He heard her muffled groan as the tip of it teased her, pushing in and out a little. She sobbed under him, her thighs shaking.

"What's going on? My disobedient girl wants my cock inside her? Hmm?" He asked, rubbing her buttocks, entering her lightly and coming out at once, teasing her. When she didn't answer, he slapped her butt again.

She squealed loudly, her skin already red and burning. She swallowed in the humiliation of having to say the words, but she was too desperate to defy him.

"Yes, please, I need you" She mumbled pleadingly, breathing heavily. She heard his satisfied grunt at her words.

"So you can be good and obedient if you want to. Is it that hard?" He asked delighted, sliding her skin to the sides and entering her whole, pushing her fleshy structure to the limit.

They both moaned loudly at the sensation and immediately began to move, unable to control themselves. He wanted to torment her a little, but since last night he dreamed only about fucking her.

"No, please, I promise I'll be good already, I'll be so good to you" She moaned helplessly, her thighs opening in front of him invitingly.

He moaned low at her words and began to fuck her with all his strenght, thrusting in and out of her with a wet, loud, pervert slap. They both began to breathe heavily, her buttocks coming out to meet him, her hands clenching on the couch.

"Yes, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She moaned loudly and he groaned helplessly, his hands clenching her buttocks, accelerating, his balls hitting her skin, their shared juices running down their thighs.

"You're not so talkative now, huh? You don't have much to say with my cock deep in you." He hissed through clenched teeth, fucking her brutally, both of them feeling their fulfillment coming, he had never been in such a trance before.

All he could think about was how tight, hot and wet she was, how tight she was clinging on his cock, making him almost lose touch with reality. He felt her close to orgasm, her wet walls throbbing against him rhythmically.

He came out of her suddenly, rubbing against her again, and she moaned helplessly and sobbed, her thighs shaking all over, her hands clenched into fists.

"What happened? You almost came?" He purred, stroking her buttocks soothingly.

"Didn't I tell you that you'd be begging me for mercy?" He asked with satisfaction.

She swallowed hard, resting her cheek on the couch, glancing at him. She saw his gaze dark with lust, his parted lips, sweat trickling down his face, his sticky hair matted with effort. She thought she could still break him and get what she wanted.

"What do you want me to do, sir?" She asked in a trembling voice, smiling slightly. She saw his face froze at her question. He licked his lips involuntarily and shivered all over. His cock teased her entrance again, driving her crazy.

"Say that you will always obey me and do what I ask. That you will always be as good to me as you are now." He purred, stroking her buttock steadily. Her lips parted, her body trembling with desire.

"I will always obey you, sir." She whispered and moaned loudly as she felt him enter her again. He moved slowly inside her, teasing her throbbing and swollen walls.

"Keep talking." He gasped in delight.

"I will always do what you ask." She moaned helplessly, feeling him move faster and faster inside her. They both began to gasp with pleasure again, he finally allowed her buttocks to collide with his thrusts.

"I'll be good, so, so good to you" She moaned and with that sentence they began to fuck wildly, finally giving each other what they wanted, the wet, loud slaps of their bodies hitting each other reverberating around the room. His hand slid between her thighs, massaging her clit in circular motions. She moaned loudly, feeling their impending fulfillment.

"Please, I'll be so good, please, please, please!" She sobbed and felt a strong shiver run through her body, making the sound stick in her throat. She moaned almost painfully as a strong, sharp orgasm washed over her body in waves, giving her a pleasure she had never experienced before in her life.

"Fuck, yes, that's right, that's my good girl" He panted loudly and came hard inside her, his hot seed spilling all over her insides, filling her to the brim. They moved for a while, his cock thrusted into her involuntarily, not wanting to interrupt this wonderful pleasure.

"Fuck, that was good. It was so damn good." He gasped, sliding out of her finally, his cum running down her thigh. He leaned over her, finally releasing her wrists from his belt. He took them in his hands and started rubbing them.

"Everything's all right?" He asked in a whisper, leaning over her ear. She lay under him with her eyes closed, breathing raggedly, her lips slightly parted.

"I've never felt better."

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Only Yesterday 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, voyeurism, intimidation, isolation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Isolated and lonely in your life as your grandmother’s caretaker, you find yourself living vicariously through your neighbour.

Character: Nick Fowler

Note: A special thank you for those who waited on this. I was like tripping myself out about this.

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Love you like a love song, baby. Take care. 💖

You put a coaster down before you set down the glass of water. The apartment door is propped open, letting in the stuffy air from the hallway as Nick carries in his tools. While you still don’t believe him, he’s committed a lot to keeping up his ploy. He is actually going to clean the windows and for that you won’t complain.

“Dearie?” Your grandmother calls from her bedroom as Nick nears you.

You go to brush by but he fills the space with his body. You recoil and step back, folding your arms under your chest. “Excuse me.”

“I figure clean windows are in high demand,” he muses as he bends his knees to put down the bucket and the heavy bag. He stands, an intimidating figure that has you wanting to cower in his shadow, “easier to see… won’t have to go out on the balcony.”

“Please,” you breathe.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Stop. It was a mistake. A bad judgment–”

“How long were you out there, hm? How much did you see?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to. I should’ve gone inside sooner. I’m sorry.”

He chuckles and it only stirs your frustration.

“I know you're not who you say you are but you don’t have to do this. I’m very sorry.”

He hooks his thumbs in the loops on his jeans and leans in, “did you like what you saw?”

“What?”

“Come on, admit it. It’s lonely here with just the old lady, isn’t it?”

As if on cue, your grandmother calls for you again. “One second, nan,” you call back and try to move past Nick.

“Wait,” he grabs your arm, “I didn’t get to the most important question.”

“Let go,” you hiss as you try to shrug him off.

“Should I fuck you on the balcony too? Or do you think someone will see us?”

You scoff and shove him away. You let out a noise of disgust and elbow past him. You rush down the hall, wiping the sweat from the back of your neck. He’s just taunting. He’s not serious. He just wants to see you suffer, then you’re sure he’ll leave you alone.

You enter your grandmother’s room. She’s on her bed looking gaunt. She has a dress sprawled out beside her as she tries to catch her breath.

“Dear, won’t you help me get dressed? We do have company and all.”

“Yes, nan,” you go forward and pick up the dress. It’s a violet piece with roses patterned across it and a lacy collar.

“Did you get that man a drink?”

“Of course, nan.”

“Of course?” She blusters, “she says as if she hasn’t forgotten her manners.”

“I’m sorry, nan, I was just surprised by the man, that’s all.”

“You must be nicer,” she girds you as you unbutton the back of the dress, “you’ll never catch a husband the way you are.”

You sigh but don’t respond. You’ve had this conversation before. Not just with her, your parents are particularly fond of the topic. You won’t repeat yourself again and again.

“Put your arms up,” you move in front of her, “let’s get this on.”

She does as you say and you get one sleeve on then the other, pulling the collar past her head. You’re not very worried about her marital concerns, you’re much more bothered by the man you can hear in the front room.

🪟

Nick wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his head. You can see it dampening the fabric of his ill-fitting shirt and beads of it in his dark hair. He retracts the long squeegee and squeezes out the excess water.

“All done,” he declares, “I’ll just dump this and pack up–”

“Oh, it looks wonderful,” your nan preens, fixing her glasses, “I can see the birds now.”

You don’t say anything. Her intonation is clear. The windows were dirty before, neglected. You stare at the wall, refusing to speak to either of them.

“Thanks, ma’am,” Nick says as he uses his arms to wipe away more sweat, “last call of the day, think I got the hang of it.”

“Ah, yes, what is the time?” Nan searches until her eyes focus on the hanging cuckoo clock, “why, dearie, it’s been such a long day, I’m sure you’re starving from all that hard work. Why don’t you stay for supper?”

“Nan,” you hiss, stunned by her invitation. Ever since her episode, she’s been less than fond of other people.

“It would be rude to let the man go with an empty stomach,” she insists, “in my day, we wouldn’t dare–”

“I couldn’t impose,” Nick says gallantly.

“Impose?” Your grandmother waves her hand at him, “I couldn’t send you off without showing our gratitude. Oh my, look at you, sir,” she leans forward and blinks through her lenses, “honey, why don’t you fetch him one of your grandfather’s shirts?”

You look at Nick. He’s playing up the flattery. How could you do this? How could you have drawn this man into your grandmother’s home?

“Really, that’s so generous…” he begins.

“Now, sir, I must insist,” she says, “were my mother still alive, she’d be appalled to think I wouldn’t even offer you a meal. Even during the depression, she’d offer the farmhand a plate at the table.”

He smiles and you glance at Nan. Her mind is set. For the first time in a long time, she is putting her foot down. It’s a glimmer of the old matriarch that once held it all together. You resign yourself with a repressed sigh and as you stand, surrendering, Nick’s cheek dimples in victory.

You go down the hall and into your grandmother’s room. Hung in her closet are several of your grandfather’s old shirts. She refused to let them go, they made it past the culling of her life’s collection. You take out a short-sleeve button up in a brown and yellow plaid. It will look ridiculous on him.

You go back to the front room as Nick puts the empty bucket by the door and moves his bag beside it. He stretches as he stands at the end of the entryway, causing you to graze against him as you pass. You can smell his sweat and the tinge of his cologne.

“Here,” you push the shirt against his chest gruffly, checking that Nan isn’t looking.

“You mind if I wash up a bit?” He slithers as he grabs your hand around the shirt.

“Of course, dear,” Nan chimes back, “honey, why don’t you check the pantry?”

She reaches for her walker as Nick clings to you. You stare him down as he squeezes with all his strength. You gulp. He is terrifyingly strong. The tip of his tongue points out as he lets out a deep exhale. Finally, you rip away from him.

“Nan, be careful,” you spin and rush to her as she tries to stand. “I can take care of dinner.”

“Don’t baby me,” she grips her walker, “I can manage to put water in a pot.”

“I’m not, Nan…”

“I’ll let you ladies figure it out,” Nick excuses himself with a coy lilt and you listen to his footfalls trail down the hall.

You huff and help Nan steady herself. You follow her to the kitchen as she clacks her walker ahead of her. As she goes to the fridge, you stand tenuously in the doorway, glancing back towards the hall. You hear the bathroom faucet squeak and the pipes hum.

“Do you recall how to make chicken croquettes? I showed you when you were a girl, didn’t I?” She leans between her walker and the fridge door, “we’ll need the cream of celery from the pantry–”

“Yes, Nan, I remember,” you sniff and cross your arms, “let me get you a chair.”

“I am just fine,” she takes out the package of chicken and hobbles to place it on the counter. “Why don’t you go put some lipstick on?”

You furrow your brow as she faces you. What?

“Don’t make that face, it’s not very pretty,” she girds.

“Nan,” you reproach, “please–”

“He’s a very handsome fellow,” she trills, “I think he likes you.”

“I don’t wear lipstick.”

“You can use some of mine,” she suggests.

“I’ll grab the cream of celery,” you say.

She clucks and shakes her head. If only she knew. If only you weren’t a coward.

🪟

Nick sits at the table. The brown shirt strains across his broad shoulders and his hair is tidy. You can tell he wetted it and smooth it out from the humid curl that formed during his work. Nan lets you sit her down with him once the chicken is in the oven.

You busy yourself with the sides as the main cooks. Mashed potatoes and some peas. Plain. Nothing special.

You peek in as you hear her talking to him, regalling him with tales of her youth. He humours her well but it lends you little comfort. There’s a sinister tint to every word. He is being nice, but you know well he can be mean.

The oven dings and you portion out three plates. You just want this over with. You want the man gone.

You bring out two plates, one for your nan, the other for the intruder. You go back to reclaim your own before joining them at the table. It’s unusual. It’s been months since you sat down for a meal like this and with the extra body, you feel even more upended.

“Isn’t this nice?” Nan beams.

“I can get your chicken,” you offer and use your knife and fork to cut up her piece. She lets you but you see the glint of humiliation in her.

“My granddaughter has a degree,” she chimes proudly, “did you know that, sir?”

“I didn’t,” he says.

“She’s very smart. And so helpful. She came to live with me to keep me company,” she continues, “and she’s not very old. Not too old.”

“Nan,” you pull your utensils away and turn to your own plate.

“She’s a bit shy,” she whispers loudly behind her hand.

Nick chuckles as he takes his fork and knife. You poke at the potatoes, drawing lines through the mash with the tines.

“And I see you have no ring,” Nan grins.

“Please–”

“I’m flattered, miss,” Nick smiles, “really, but I’d hate to be too forward. Your granddaughter…” he pauses and looks at you, “is very nice.”

“Isn’t she?” Nan sings.

Your eyes round and you stare at the wall. This isn’t happening. She isn’t trying to set you up with someone. The proudest she’s ever sounded of you and it’s trying to barter you off like cattle.

“Hon,” she looks at you, “why don’t you tell him about your degree? She loves books, you know?”

You cringe and shove your mouth full of potatoes and shrug. Nan’s smile falls and she manages to kick you with her toe. You gulp and make yourself look at Nick. He wears a taunting smirk.

“I did literature,” you say plainly, “nothing very exciting, like most girls, I was an Austen fanatic.”

“Austen…” he mulls it over, “I read Pride and Prejudice in school. Not bad.”

You nod. Really? You can’t imagine him doing that.

“I’m afraid it’s all my fault,” Nan chuckles, “I gave her a few books when she was young and she ran away with it.”

You twirl your fork nervously as Nick’s eyes drift away from you slowly, “can’t blame her. All that romance, bound to draw you in.”

🪟

You clear up after dinner as your grandmother continues to chatter. It’s been ages since she’s been this lively. You would be elated if it was for any other reason than that man.

You pack up the leftovers and rinse off the dishes. As you tidy up the counters, there’s a sudden silence that makes your heart drop. You hear Nan groaning oddly. You rush over to look in on her as she slumps at the table.

Nick stands and hurries over before you can reach her.

“Wait, be careful,” you gird.

He sits her up as she lets out a gasp, “dearie me,” her glasses hang at an angle, “I think I’ve overdone myself.”

“Nan,” you come close, forgetting about the man, not worrying about how close he is, “what happened?”

“Just a dizzy spell,” she assures, “must be my meds.”

“Just– I should call Doctor Harmon.”

“At this hour, don’t be silly,” she chides as Nick holds her up. If he didn’t have a hand on her shoulder, you’re certain she’d be on the floor, “I just need to lay down for the night. Have my tea.”

“Alright,” you acquiesce and drag her walker to her, “come on.”

You elbow Nick away and get your arm around Nan as you turn her in the chair. You lift her and try to get her feet set. Her legs are jelly and you nearly drop her. He quickly swoops in and catches her, scooping her up with almost no effort.

“Here, I’ll help,” he always has her in his arms. She looks even frailer cradled against his chest. “Show me where to take her.”

You stop and look at him. Nan murmurs and rests her head against him. You point him down the hall, “her bedroom is at the end.”

He goes ahead of you and carries her down to her room. You trail him and watch him lower onto the bed with care. You cross your arms as he backs up.

“Nan, I’ll get the tea on and come back to help you into your nightgown,” you promise.

“Such a gentleman,” she taps Nick’s cheek as he pulls away, “you be sure you offer him some dessert.”

You shrug her off and point Nick out of the room. He struts out, eyes boring into you until you draw the door shut behind him. You turn to face him in the cramped space of the hall. You don’t know what to say or do. He needs to leave but you know telling him won’t do much.

“What’s for dessert?” He asks.

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Day 8 - Prompt: Doubt @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 793 words

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I need to make myself scarce, or better yet, busy.

Sirius wanted to encourage James and Regulus to spend more time together, but that wasn’t likely if he was always around. They had complicated relationships with asking for what they wanted. James put everyone else first and would worry that Sirius felt left out, while Regulus was taught to believe he didn’t deserve nice things and would no doubt feel guilty for taking James away from him.

In reality, Sirius was entirely capable and willing to “fuck right off,” as his brother so eloquently put it. He could entertain himself. He just needed a good excuse…or cover story.

Sirius pulled out his phone to check the time and noticed an unread message from Lily. The preview said, “So when do I get to meet your dog?”

Oh that’s perfect!

“You know, the weather is supposed to be nice today. We could walk along the beach?” he suggested casually. “Padfoot loves the water.”

James nodded eagerly. “We could show Regulus the Serpent Rock!”

“The what?” Regulus asked, sitting up straight.

Sirius grinned, his brother loved snakes and dragons. Leave it to James to notice the wrist tattoo and wyvern hair pin that his brother wore yesterday. The urge to cheer him on was difficult to tamp down.

As James explained the cave on the beach and the strange green, scaley rock formation inside, Sirius quickly texted Lily. Thankfully, she and Remus were available to meet at the shoreline. If all went well, he and Padfoot would sneak off with Lily and Remus, leaving the new…couple?…to sort themselves out.

When breakfast in the Inn’s dining room was over, Sirius ran upstairs to collect Padfoot and a couple of towels. Padfoot couldn’t contain himself. The moment his paws hit the beach, he was yanking at the leash. Water was his weakness. By the time Remus and Lily showed up, Padfoot was soggy and sleepy. It was the perfect time to enact part two.

Divide and conquer.

Gathering Padfoot’s leash from James, Sirius waved to Lily and Remus. “Hey, look who’s here! Why don’t you two go check out the cave while I catch-up with Lily.”

“Oh, sure! Yeah, that’s a great idea,” James said.

Regulus eyed the pair curiously, then nodded. “That’s fine. Let’s go.

Sirius stifled his laughter as James touched his brother’s shoulders and redirected him toward the cave, in the opposite direction. He grabbed Padfoot’s collar and led the way to Lily and Remus. He wasn’t allowing a repeat of yesterday.

“Oh my goodness! Is that him? Is that Padfoot?” Lily called out, hand clasped to her cheeks. “He’s so big!”

Remus offered him a sheepish look, which was unexpected. Given the colourful bruising along the skin beneath one eye, the bloke had definitely been in a row. That in and of itself drew Sirius closer. He was perpetually curious by nature, but something about Remus triggered an innate need to know that he couldn’t really explain. The man was just so bloody interesting.

“This is him,” he said, patting Padfoot’s head. “He gets a little excited with new people, so I’ll hold onto him for a bit.”

Lily stepped closer with her hand outstretched. “Hello, Padfoot.”

Padfoot’s tail slapped against Sirius’s leg as he leaned forward to sniff her hand. He was usually quite gentle around women, so long as he hadn’t grown overexcited beforehand. Sirius stroked his back soothingly and hoped he would behave.

“So, what happened to your face?” he asked, eyeing the bruise.

Lily cleared her throat. “Yes, Remus. Tell Sirius what happened to your face?”

The bloke aimed a half-hearted glare at Lily. Sirius could tell they were, in fact, old friends now that they were next to each other. Their body language alone was a dead giveaway. They were as comfortable as he and James were. That was a relief.

“Well, when we fell yesterday,” Remus began hesitantly. “Your elbow…and boot…”

Sirius’s eyes widened at the implication left hanging in the air between them. He pressed a fist to his lips and closed his eyes for a moment, imagining that fall from Remus’s perspective. Given that Sirius landed on top, then scrambled to regain his balance, pointed to one rather obvious outcome.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry!” Sirius gasped. He automatically moved forward, then stopped and flailed. “Wait, I don’t know what to do.”

“You could kiss it better,” Lily suggested.

Remus spluttered nonsensically, then choked, “Lily!”

“If it would help, sure,” Sirius replied, shrugging. “I don’t mind.”

Remus stared at him unblinking for a full minute in stunned silence. He appeared to be experiencing some sort of event, but Lily just stood at his side with a smug look on her face. He was very strange.

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