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oatmealwrites · 1 month ago

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A Night To...Forget? Ch.4

Aizawa x Eidetic memory! Law student! F Reader

Part 3 | Part 5

[a night to forget masterlist here]

Synopsis: It's time for you the case debrief going over the prosecution process for a handful of members captured from the LOV. Aizawa waits for you after the meeting concludes as your mentor pawns off even more work for you to complete. Minutes turn to hours and eventually he's offering you a ride home...

Tags: Jealous! Aizawa, he's kinda cute and caring hehe, mentions of car sex, mention of erection, mention of female arousal, make out, french kissing, hickies, hair pulling, horny thoughts, 'what are we', he's down bad, so are you tho, Keigo is an indirect instigator, 18+, MDNI

Word count: 6k

[it's getting hot n heavy...]

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The debrief is scheduled to begin promptly at 3:45 on Tuesday afternoon at your mentor’s office with a handful of heroes from UA, first responders, and prosecution team working on the case. Just prior to the student dorms being built, an attack against the students of classes 1-a and 1-b from the LOV resulted in a few arrests that now needed to be filtered through the judicial systems. Both the pro-heroes and police responders who were in attendance are at this meeting.

You linger in the breakroom, watching the way coffee drips into the glass pot and fills the air with a warm aroma, silently counting down the hours left until you could clock out. Leaning against the counter, you straighten the fabric of your newly returned blazer and tap the side of your mug to an impatient rhythm.

You clocked in promptly at 9:30 this morning after your 8am lecture and haven’t left since. Keigo texted you a few hours earlier, a mix of daily life updates and the link to a brand new fried chicken shop he happened to hear about, but you haven’t been able to fully respond.

Ughhh

A soft ‘beep’ emits from the coffee maker and you slide the glass pot from its stand to pour the hot contents into your awaiting mug. You stayed up way too late last night….aside from your evening moment of ‘self care’, you struggled to fall asleep with nerves keeping you awake. It was a weird mix of giddiness at the prospect of going on a date and anxiety that you were misinterpreting a ‘work dinner’.

“Ready for the debrief? I’m hoping to have all the paperwork signed before 5.”

The voice of your mentor resonates from the entrance of the break room causing you to instantly stand up a little straighter. He chuckles and saunters in, reaching for the coffee pot and grabbing a spare mug from the counter.

You back up a little bit and bring the ceramic mug to your lips to blow steam away. “Yes, sir. Hopefully it will go smoothly.”

He doesn’t turn to you when he responds, too focused on his own beverage to look up. “Good, good. I have to run out of here at 6pm on the dot…. Mind filing the residual documents and forwarding copies to all parties? Need it done in 48 hours.”

You pause, mentally adding up all the hours it would take to complete such a task before he spins around and gives you a pat on the back while heading for exit.

“Thanks, kid!” He waves with his back facing you, and heads for the conference room.

Great.

You sigh into your cup and can feel a migraine already beginning to form from the amount of tasks you have to complete. A late night would be guaranteed tonight, and you could always come into the office before your class tomorrow morning…. On top of the other case assignments you have to sort through.

Making a mental note to update your agenda, you glance at the clock on the wall and resolve to finally head for the conference room. You were only supposed to take meeting minutes for this debrief and highlight applicable clauses the prosecution team and heroes can use during the case. Not the most involved role, but a mentally draining one regardless.

Small heels clicking on the granite office floors, you walk down the hallway past glass office windows and pull the meeting room door open. A variety of police officers are already inside, along with the majority of the prosecution team and the heroes ‘Erasurehead’ and ‘Vlad King’.

Mindless chatter fills the space, but as soon as you make your way into the room Aizawa looks up from his conversation with Kan and locks eyes with you. The baggy pro-hero uniform enhances the rugged look while his hair is left down and tousled from the commute over.

Damn, he’s hot.

Swallowing any horny inappropriate thoughts and maintaining a professional decorum, you raise your hand in a slight wave ‘hello’ which he immediately returns. Kan notices and follows his gaze to you, offering a slight greeting as well before throwing a gentle elbow into the side of his colleague; Aizawa blinks once before murmuring something under his breath to the man.

You peel your eyes off the two of them and observe the large oval table that makes up the majority of the room. At the main head is your mentor with support prosecution staff flanking both sides until it dissolves into police officers and finally Aizawa and Kan on the mirroring end. You roll out a chair from between another lawyer and first responder and sit down; taking out your pad and pen, you wait for the meeting to commence.

It’s relatively routine; there’s a detailed review of the evening, timeline of the act and arrest, and a list of charges the villains can be prosecuted under given the offense. You occasionally remind the legal limitation regarding one of the arrests, a middle school boy, and offer separate charges given his age before the debrief is nearly done.

Going from your notes to observing everything being discussed, you can’t help but glance in Aizawa’s direction every so often. And every time you look up, he’s already staring in your direction.

It’s awkward at first, both of you immediately looking away once you realize you’ve been caught, before inevitably glancing back over once again. By the end of the meeting, when you lock eyes he doesn’t turn away; Aizawa holds the gaze until you eventually look back down at your meeting notes with cheeks dusted red.

“Alright everyone.” Your mentor stands up and signals to you. “Y/N is going to assist in the paperwork process for the case. You’ll be contacting her for documents, case updates, and any questions you have.”

You rise to your feet and give a light wave to the table, ready to introduce yourself before your mentor cuts you off. “I have to excuse myself given the hour, but please don’t hesitate to remain here until you’re all caught up to speed on the process.”

An invitation to the heroes and police officers, but a silent obligation reminding you of your now ensured overtime work. The table stands up as you pass out a variety of legal documents that require their signature and explain the estimated timeline for the court cases if there’s no bail payment or appeals.

After about 30 minutes of questions and document processing, the conference room is nearly empty except for Aizawa, Kan, and a few other prosecutors on the case. Tapping a stack of documents against the table, you reach forward to collect a few scatter papers and sort them into the pile in family name order.

The sun has already set given the time of year, and the fluorescent lights from other offices outside have flicked on. From the large glass window wall of the conference room, you can see into said office buildings and peer down at the busy traffic picking up from the street below.

“Heading home soon?”

Aizawa’s deep voice rumbles from behind you, and you spin to admire the man once again before sorting the last paper into the pile; Kan stands further behind him on his phone, scrolling without thought as he waits for his colleague. You sigh and hug the stack into your chest and lean against the glossy wooden table.

“No, I have to scan all of these before digitally and physically filing them.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow and glances down at the pile. “That’s a lot of work. You’re doing it all by yourself?”

“I mean, yea? I have to send you, and everyone else, a copy within 2 days so I have to get a headstart tonight.”

The man in front of you frowns at the response and looks over at the clock on the wall which ticks absentmindedly.

“It’s nearly 7pm already. How late are you staying?”

You blink and peel your eyes off of him and down to the papers in your hands. “Uh, maybe another 2 hours?”

Aizawa scoffs and furrows his brows at the response but doesn’t say anything right away. It’s not like he’s your boss and can give you better working hours, but the complacency you have in the shitty task makes him annoyed that you’ve grown used to being so overworked.

When he still doesn’t answer, you pivot past him and flip through the first documents on the top before opening the conference door with your hip.

“I’ll bring you home then.”

Stopping the door with your foot, you pause in the doorway while Aizawa walks over in an effort to follow you to the printer. Kan stops scrolling on his phone and shrugs at the man; his attention preoccupied on a food order app that he has pulled up.

“Wait, what?”

Aizawa doesn’t answer you and instead turns to his coworker. “Is that alright, Kan? I know we drove here together, but I’d like to make sure she gets home safe.”

Kan looks back up and heads towards the room exit as well, giving a slight eyebrow at the chivalry Aizawa was offering you. “That’s fine. I was going to stop by this one restaurant nearby anyways. There’s a train station not far from it.”

The three of you now standing in the hallway, flourenscent lights reflecting on the shiny stone floors, you look between the two men.

“W-Wait you don’t have to–” your voice is quiet as the two continue speaking as if you weren’t even in there.

“Ah, so it works out then. I’ll be back on campus by around 10, hopefully the dorms won't be burned down by then.”

Kan laughs and sets up the map feature for the walk to the restaurant. “With this year’s class I wouldn’t be surprised. But Toshinori is covering your students, so they should be ok.”

Words dead in your throat, your body acts on autopilot to wave goodbye to the pro-hero as Aizawa stands beside you; once Kan disappears into the elevator, you snap back into reality.

“Wait. You don’t need to do all of this! I’ll be ok.”

Aizawa turns and finally looks down at you with a neutral face as if he had offered you advice on a good recipe he heard of, not a ride home in his car.

“It’s dangerous to walk around late at night.”

You raise an eyebrow and spin to head towards the printer. “Why, because I’m a lady?”

“Yes. And, you’re working with heroes carrying important legal information. That makes you an even bigger target.” He replies while following you.

You purse your lips and line up the first set of documents into the tray before tapping though the options on the screen, “Touche.”

Aizawa watches you start the scan, collect the papers, and load up the next set to the tray. You’ve done this a million times before, but having an audience watch your every move is a mix of comforting at the company and nerve wracking considering it’s him.

He sits in a plush office seat facing the printer and crosses his legs in contentment while resting his head in his hand.

“Do you usually work this late?”

You load the next set of papers and look at the screen option selections. “Mmm, sometimes. When there’s big cases like this one… yea. Sometimes later.”

Aizawa grunts and peers out of the window. “It’s bad to head home so late… and alone.”

The word choice makes your gut stir in multiple ways; anticipation and curiosity at his tone leaves you speechless for a moment. Whirring as it scans the next set of papers, you rock back on your heels and glance over at the man.

“Keigo walks me home sometimes.”

He holds your gaze and his jaw tightens at the mention of Keigo’s name; he swings his leg off the other and splays his thighs to sit back in the chair more comfortably. The movement has your gaze lingering on the muscular swell of his legs a moment too long before awkwardly spinning back around to load in the next set of documents.

Aizawa exhales as you place the last set of papers in the tray and press the ‘start’ button to finish the scan. “You should’ve told me– or someone– to bring you home all those times.”

His subtle save at offering anybody else in helping you home leaves a warm feeling in your chest; you collect the papers and stack them into the same neat pile before motioning for him to follow you.

Heels clicking softly, you head over to your cubicle near your mentor’s main office. “Well, you’re here now to bring me home. So it's ok.” You place the stack on your desk and slide out your rolling chair.

Aizawa leans against the half-wall and watches the way you sit in front of your computer and pull up the new scans that have been forwarded to your email. Silently, he pushes off the wall and walks over to another cubicle to roll your colleague's office chair over to your own.

“Sorry, this must be pretty boring.” You mumble, saving the documents into new folders based on the signature’s name.

The man beside you hums and pulls out his phone to sort through his messages, clearly in no rush to go home.

Minutes feels like hours, and it takes roughly 90 minutes to have everything organized in digital folders on the company cloud, email all recipients their respective copy, and prepare an outline of the prosecution timeline. Tomorrow you could better go through the individual charges and sort out which court the case would be filtering through; sitting back in your chair, you crack your back while raising your arms above your head.

Satisfied with the few ‘pops’ that emit from your spine, you spin in your chair and peer over at the empty space where Aizawa had been sitting. When did he leave? Putting your computer on sleep mode, you stand and push in your chair before returning your coworker’s seat to their cubicle.

Most overhead lights are off, and while you slide your belongings into your soft briefcase, a set of footsteps echoes on the granite floor. Only throwing your winter puffer coat over your blazer and straightening out your skirt does a voice ring out.

“Oh, you're finished?”

Aizawa stands at the entrance of your cubicle with two paper cups of coffee and a small bag of chips tucked under his arm.

“I grabbed these in case you needed more time…”

Blinking for a moment, a grin spreads across your lips as you take the snack from under his arm and place it on your desk. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“Maybe, the two coffees were for me.”

Aizawa cracks a small smirk as you shake your head and graciously take a cup from his hand and blow away the steam. “Thank you, though. That's very sweet of you.”

He smiles gently back at you, a small heat on his cheeks, before pivoting to take in the dark and emptiness of the office around you. It’s cold and lonely; the large glass windows reflect the city lights and the lack of color in the furniture limits the personality of the building.

“Ready? I parked in the garage underground; I assume we can just take the elevator down?”

“Yep.”

You adjust the straps of your briefcase and walk next to him, heart pounding at the proximity despite sitting next to him for the past 2 hours. Aizawa matches your speed and eyes the way you fiddle with the bag to get a better weight balance; your winter coat causes the fabric to slip off your shoulder occasionally.

“Here, let me.”

Deft hands wrap around the leather, and you pause in surprise before tilting your head down for him to slide the straps off. Silently, Aizawa places it on his own shoulder and motions for you to continue walking towards the elevator.

“You didn’t have to do that either; it’s kinda heavy…”

Aizawa doesn’t answer for a moment before pressing the call button for the lift and shrugging. “It’s pretty light. Besides, it’s probably annoying to carry this while wearing those.”

He points to your puffy coat and kitten heeled shoes when the elevator dings upon arrival and you both step in. The silence in between your conversation isn’t awkward or forced; the casualness of it all makes your heart swell in a domestic sort of way.

“It should be part of hero training for you. Saving people in heels would be the needed score to pass.”

“That sounds more like torture.” He rolls his eyes but keeps a small grin on his lips.

“Oh? Think you would fail?”

The elevator descends down to the level -3 and you both step out into the cold and lonely parking garage. Most cars have left, and the only two you can spot are two sedans; a sleek black model and an older gray one. Aizawa digs out his car keys and unlocks the newer car from a distance causing the headlights to turn on; walking past the silver car, you notice the windows are completely fogged.

“Huh?”

You both pause and watch the car for a moment before an embarrassed blush covers both of your faces; it jerks side to side on occasion before a hand shoots up to blur the condensation of the fog on the back passenger window. Both you and Aizawa stand there for a moment in shock at the scene before awkwardly turning your attention back to his car and walking faster.

“Well.. uh, i guess a few people were working late–” he awkwardly mumbles, opening the driver’s door and sliding behind the wheel.

You take your briefcase back from his hands and place it at your feet while buckling, “oh.. Yea.”

It’s an uncomfortable atmosphere that Aizawa notices before he reaches forward to turn on the radio and steer the car towards the garage exit. The last station playing was a real time news outlet relaying current events and traffic information on the nearby highways.

He rolls down his window to scan the paper visitor pass before the gate opens up and the car pulls into the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“Oh, right!” you sit upright and tap the address to your apartment on the screen of the car navigation system before sheepishly apologizing.

The open endedness of the question isn’t lost on you though, he was asking where to go… not necessarily implying you two were going straight to dropping you off. Did he want to get a drink? Go for a drive? Maybe–

“Why do you keep doing that?”

His voice is deep and sincere while his eyes occasionally drift off the road to look over at you; short winter parka still zipped up to your chin, you tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Smooth hands turn the wheel at an intersection before the car rolls to a stop at a light; red LEDs painting you both in a warm glow.

“You keep apologizing. Why?”

“I don’t know…” you dig your chin into your coat collar and look out the windshield at the car ahead of you before glancing back at Aizawa. “I just feel bad when people go out of their way when it’s unnecessary.”

A short horn peels his attention back to the road; the light now green and his foot hitting the acceleration from the impatient driver behind you both. A sigh escapes his lips as he occasionally glances between the road, the navigation, and you.

“It’s not unnecessary. Helping you isn’t unnecessary… I offered because I want to, not because I’m obligated to.”

Heat rises to your face and you squirm slightly in your seat at the conversation; the intensity and confidence in his own explanation makes your pulse spike. You absentmindedly tap against the window button on the side of the car door and glance at the passing buildings as the scenery becomes more residential from the proximity to your neighborhood.

“But it is your obligation. You’re a hero so… you have to do nice things.”

It’s the only thought that prevents you from fully believing the man at your side was giving you special treatment and not simply fulfilling his usual role of assisting people. Now that it hangs in the air, Aizawa remains quiet for a moment with his hands tracing the seam of the leather wheel in silent thought.

“Listen, y/n.. I–”

RING!

Aizawa is cut off by your cell phone buzzing away in your bag which instantly cuts the tension in the situation. With a sigh and slight apology, you lean over to dig through the contents of your leather briefcase before pulling out your phone and rolling your eyes at the caller ID plastered on the screen.

Incoming Call: Bird Brain [Keigo]

Decline Accept

Aizawa motions for you to answer, unable to read the person’s contact on the screen and continues driving; his eyes linger on you through his peripherals as you scoff while accepting the call.

“What do you want?”

“Woaaaa what’s with the hostility right away? I haven’t even said anything~” Keigo’s voice jokes from the other side of the line.

You lean against the window and watch the traffic trickle to nearly nothing as Aizawa keeps his eyes on the road. You weren’t particularly in the mood for a phone call with him right now; too tired from a long day of work to hear about whatever ramblings he had this time.

“Ok, fine. What’s up?”

He laughs lightly on the other side. “Well, since you haven’t answered any of my texts, I wanted to know if you wanted to stop by that chicken place I sent you.”

You glance at the clock on the car screen and raise an eyebrow. “At this hour? Aren’t they probably closed?”

Keigo doesn’t answer for a moment, the sound of a microwave beeping in the background and feet shuffling can be heard before he answers. “Yea, they are.”

“Then why are you–”

This prick. He’s obviously not still out, considering the background noise of kitchen equipment and suddenly an array of slight construction work can be heard on the other end.

You sit up right and clench the phone tight in your hand; Aizawa looks over and raises an eyebrow, ready to ask if you’re alright before you raise your voice into the phone.

“Are you at my apartment?!”

Keigo presumably shuts the microwave door and leans into his shoulder holding up the phone with a laugh. “Hey~ winner winner, chicken din–”

“You asshole; what’s the point of asking me to dinner if you’re already at my house?”

A slight curse from the temperature of the plate causes Keigo to pause before replying. “So you can’t skip out on it. Duh. I picked it up earlier after my parole and figured you would probably be getting off work around now.”

If Aizawa was doing his very best not to eavesdrop earlier, he made no effort to hide it now. You give him an apologetic glance while his eyebrows are furrowed at the conversation; his jaw noticeably tighter ever since the phrase ‘ask me to dinner’ left your lips.

Pinching your temple with your thumb and index finger, you lean against the cool glass of the window and sigh. “Alright, whatever. I’ll be home in–” you glance at the navigation, “3 minutes. So please don’t burn down my apartment in the meantime.”

“No promises~”

Silently cursing yourself for ever giving him a spare key, you end the call and rub your temples in stress from his stupid antics. Aizawa swallows thickly and continues down the road, your apartment building and slight scaffolding from renovations, coming into view.

“Is everything alright?”

His voice causes you to look up and face the man at your side, suddenly embarrassed for how much of a bitch you probably sounded like when yelling at your friend on the phone. Cutting your losses, you shrug and slide your phone into your pocket as Aizawa turns into the parking lot.

“Yea, just Keigo inviting himself over. As usual.”

Sucking in the flesh of his cheek between his molars, Aizawa glides the vehicle into a ‘Visitor - 15 Minute Parking’ spot but keeping his foot on the brake and the car in drive. You shuffle to organize your belongings as the news continues playing in the background while Aizawa plugs in the directions back to UA campus.

“Does he do that a lot?”

You look up from your briefcase at the man and shrug slightly. “Yea, kinda.”

He nods once and turns back to the screen before frowning and glancing back at you; a serious look on his face now as a million indiscernible thoughts run through his head.

“Maybe we should cancel next week.”

Huh?

Your heart drops to your stomach, and you turn your head up at him so fast that your neck nearly cracks from the speed.

“W-what? Why?”

Aizawa awkwardly scratches the light scruff on his chin that has already begun to grow back from yesterday’s shave. “It would impose on what you and...him have going on. I don’t want to make things weird between you two.”

…

Me and… him?

“Him…? -KEIGO?”

Aizawa winces at the tone before looking at you as if you were the crazy one in this conversation. Sitting back upright in your seat, briefcase haphazardly open at your feet, you bring your hands up and shake your head violently.

“Yea, you two are close–”

“No!” you wave your hands again “I mean, yes, we’re close. But not like that. We’re best friends, not anything else.”

Aizawa silently calculates your response and watches the way you’ve spun in your seat to lean closer to the center console to deny his suspension. Taking a few deep breaths, you calm down and stare into his dark eyes, silently trying to communicate you’re serious.

He waits a moment and wets his lips; his eyes never leaving yours. “That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

Your immediate response is a bit desperate, but you’d be damned if you let Keigo indirectly cause your date(?) to be canceled. Aizawa nods once, his foot still on the break but his body facing yours; the proximity and intensity of the situation causes arousal to pool in the fabric of your panties.

He swallows thickly once more, his eyes leaving your own to now stare down at the shine of chapstick on your lips. “So he won’t mind that we’re getting dinner next week?”

Your own gaze lingers on his lips as you lean in slightly to portray more certainty. “No, he won’t.”

Aizawa nods once, his eyes flickering up to yours for a moment before settling back down your lips. In a moment of clarity, he begins backing up in his seat, realizing the thick sexual tension in the atmosphere before you lean in again.

“He won’t mind–...”

Your words trail off, but the bait works as Aizawa leans back down again, presumably to continue the conversation before you pivot forward and connect your lips to his. It only lasts a few seconds, and the stiffness of his lips makes your heart rate spike.

Fuck. what if he didn’t–

“Hmpf”

Before you can overanalyze the aftermath of your actions, Aizawa snakes his hand up behind your head and tugs your lips back into his with force. Eyes fluttering shut and cunt clenching pathetically around nothing, your hand digs into the fabric of his hero uniform and pulls him in even closer.

Head tilting slightly, you part your lips to breathe for a moment before reconnecting your lips; the kiss no longer timid but now full of desperation and longing. Pouring all the pitiful months you spent thinking about him into the action, Aizawa doesn't hesitate to meet the intensity with equal force.

Your nose brushing into his cheek while the slight stubble rubs into the flesh of your chin, your hand raises to wrap around his shoulders and grab at his long, unruly hair. The kiss stays closed-mouth until his lips part slightly to lick your own in a silent question to open; the moment they do, his tongue is snaking inside your mouth and grinding against your own.

Hot muscle running along yours, the bitter taste of black coffee makes your mind fuzzy as your fingers pull at the long tresses of his hair. On one particular tug, a groan escapes his throat and reverberates on your lips before the car jerks.

“Oh.. shit–”

Aizawa releases his gentle hold on your waist from over the console and pivots his body back to the wheel. “Forgot to put this in park. Heh..”

Hand firmly adjusting the shifter and sliding it to ‘park’, you barely have a moment to wonder if the moment is over before he’s clicking off his seat belt and leaning in once again. Effectively silenced by his tongue, your hands wrap around his neck again and find solace in his hair; lips chasing yours every time you part for air, Aizawa runs his tongue against yours one more time before sitting back slightly.

Saliva running down the corner of your lips, your hand lifts to wipe it away while panting and staring at the man in front of you. Aizawa’s pupils are blown wide, causing his already dark eyes to become even more unreadable as he stares at you like prey; his chest lifts with each pant escaping his lips.

Blinking once, but not moving, you sit up slightly and glance towards the back seat with a mind hazy with pent up sexual desire. Sure, you didn’t expect to be so horny as to silently offer fucking in the back seat of his car…but desperate times call for…

Aizawa doesn’t give you the chance to finish the thought process, instead he reaches over to release the seat belt holding you to the passenger seat and wraps his fingers around the zipper of your coat. Only tugging it down maybe 6 inches from your chin, he tugs the fabric open as his eyes are locked on your throat the same way a wolf stalks a rabbit.

Pulse beating rapidly, he doesn’t hesitate to lean into the warmth of your neck and connect his lips to the flesh in an array of open mouth kisses. Gasp escaping your lips as Aizawa’s free hands reaches up to tug your head juuust slightly to the side to allow for more room, his teeth begin to sink into the delicate flesh.

“Oh… fuck-”

Bitting your lip to prevent from embarrassing yourself further, Aizawa’s lips find the thrumming heart rate on your pulse point and latch his mouth to the area in a drunken haze. His body is half over the shallow console, pining you to the leather seat and car door as his mouth sucks ugly purple bruises all over the flesh of your neck.

Nimble fingers rub circles into your hips with enough force that you can feel the pressure of his fingertips through the thick pencil skirt and lower portion of your blazer; your hands tug at the strands of his hair while clawing at him in a desperate attempt to be closer, closer, closer.

You need him. Pussy aching and dripping into the flimsy fabric of your panties leaves your thighs sticky and desperately rubbing together in a pathetic heat to ease the desire.

A hot tongue runs down the side of your neck to soothe the bullied skin while the tip of Aizawa’s nose tickles the flesh just under your ear. Hips twitching at the sensation as your mind becomes a puddle of feral attraction.

“Stop squirming.” Strong hands push you further into the seat as Aizawa glances at your drunken face before moving hair away from the other side of your neck. “Gotta keep still f’me.”

Lips latching on to the other side of your throat, your back arches uncomfortably in the car and you tilt your hips further into his hands. Surely he’s just as horny as you are.. So why won’t he…?

“A-Aizawa–”

“Shōta.” He corrects, before digging his canines into the flesh just above where your pretty corporate button up sits on your neck.

“...shit.. S-Shōta–” Mind reeling as your hands leave the mess of his hair and fall to his capture weapon, pathetically clawing at it to loosen from his shoulders.

As soon as you’re able to pull maybe a single loop of the scarf from his neck, Aizawa backs up away from your bruised throat and wraps a hand around your own. A silent plea to stop, your fingers drop the material and peer up at him as you both pant and take in the moment around you.

“Is something..wrong?” You question nervously, wondering if you had been rushing things.

Aizawa breathes deeply a few more times, his lips swollen from their suction on your neck, and focuses his breath to calm himself rather than calm you.

“Not like this… I can’t do this with you, in here.” He motions to the car and shuts his eyes for a brief moment, using all the strength in the world to not pivot you both to the back seat and continue where you left off. “I want this, but– it needs to happen a certain way… a better way. It would be rude to take you in here when I’ve already planned it out properly.”

If you weren’t completely drunk in sexual desire, your heart would be doing cartwheels at his desperate admission to imagining having sex with you in a more gentlemanly fashion than the back seat of his car. It’s honestly more chivalrous than half the shitty dates you’ve been on.

Panting slightly and sitting upright, you nod and try to cool yourself off from the situation; the 'what the fuck just happened' topic lingers in the air. Brushing through your hair and zipping your coat up to your chin once more; a nervous anticipation builds as you can feel the slick in your panties stick to your thighs.

He was able to get you so embarrassingly wet without even removing either of your clothes. Bicep flexing in his shirt as he adjusts his capture weapon, you silently settle on the outcome that you were absolutely fucked.

Aizawa shifts uncomfortably in his seat and positions his seat belt delicately across his waist; the action makes your eyes dip down to the very noticeable erection in his pants before embarrassingly peeling away.

“I guess I should go inside then.” You offer awkwardly while sliding the briefcase strap over your shoulder.

“Yea...”

Aizawa swallows thickly and taps on the navigation screen for the fastest route back to UA while you open the passenger side door and wince at the cold wind blowing. Not totally standing upright, you pivot back to face him and take a breath of sexual-tension-induced courage.

“So, I’ll see you next week then? For our date?”

The wording makes Aizawa whip his head in your direction this time, and his eyes are wide with dusted cheeks; he looks as if he wasn’t just sucking the nastiest bruises into your neck. “O-Oh, yea of course. Our date.”

You smile at his sudden reserved nature and lean over to plant a small kiss to the side of his cheek; lips brushing his slight stubble before you fully stand up and exit the car. Aizawa cranes his neck to watch you through the passenger window as you shut the door and offer a slight wave before running to the lobby of your apartment building to escape the winter wind.

His hand grazing the spot where you kissed him, Aizawa’s brain finally catches up with what just happened as all the oxygen escapes his lungs. You watch him from the entrance for a moment, enjoying the heat and giggling as he takes several minutes to compose himself. Phone pinging with ‘WYA’ messages from Keigo, you don’t bother to take your eyes off his car until it leaves the parking lot and drives down the road out of view.

a/n : its finally doneeee

I've finally found a better way to get into writing and the speed at which i finished this is kinda impressive

ANYWAYS, it's getting steamy and i'm thinking of making ch.5 a whole moment hehe [plot will still be continuing dw, we will eventually fully learn what happened that night ;) ]

reblogs/comments/likes all appreciated! lmk if you wanna join the tag list

-oatmeal <33

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alieinthemorning · 1 year ago

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TOUCHED STARVED LEONA WITH VERY PDA AFFECTIONATE FEM!READER AAAAAA

A Familiar Touch [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Touch-Starved, Fluff, Emotional Hurt and Comfort, Soft Leona Kingscholar

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

How long had it been since someone had run a brush through his hair? Gently undoing each and every knot and tangle. Who hummed a tune that was different from the one from before, yet familiar all the same.

He felt like a cub again, and honestly?

He didn't like what feelings that dredged up.

However, he also couldn't bare to remove himself from such bliss.

Call him selfish, he didn't care.

Chartreuse eyes open to find your own closed, a soft smile gracing your features with the sunlight from the open blinds of his balcony haloing you.

You were beautiful.

"Sounds like you're thinking pretty hard there." Your voice cut through his thoughts.

He was glad that your hands were in his hair and not on his face because he couldn't keep himself from flushing.

He sighed, tail thumping against the sheets. "You're imaginin' things."

"Sure, sure..." You paused, then asked. "Are you thinking about home?"

He froze.

Seven, you were too perceptive for your own good.

And he had already confirmed your suspicions by freezing up like damn prey.

He pulled himself up, showing you his back (putting up some kind of wall between the two you).

You placed a hand on his back, however, completely disregarding his weak attempt at closing you off.

"Talk to me."

His eyes slid close as his body leaned forward. Elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Your body followed him.

"When I was little my mother would always brush my hair before bed. She would take her time and hum this little tune and just..." He trailed off, losing himself in the feelings of those memories.

He didn't like thinking of is ma. It brought up too much to the surface. Too much that he refused to sort through.

Too much about her.

Too much about his father.

Too much about his brother.

Too much about how much he has lost.

"Leona." One again, you pull him from that headspace. "I hope I'm not over stepping but..."

"I'm so happy that I'm you trust me with things like this."

He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "'Course I trust you with this.'

"I love you."

Guess who's feeling better from the Big Ick?

It's me (i've been up for 3 hours lmao)!

Anyway, this took forever and I didn't end up using the other two requested traits of: short and bubbly, but hey we got touch-starved (did we tho?????)

We got something nice and soft and that's all that matters uwu

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year ago

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another idea! someone harrassed you online and Yelena does her spy stuff, gets the dude to Actually apologize and Mean it. and then as she's comforting you she's like...sneakily going down to eat you out and make you forget about stupid boys.

-💦🍯

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with some plot, it's actually not that dirty, I mean it is but I was hoping for it to be sweet and lovely and cute, not sure if it worked out tho, yelena being the overprotective gf she is

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, mentions of online harassment, mentions of a boy being a dick (I hate men), yelena wanting to kill said man because he made r cry, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.7k

note: NONNIEEE, I'm sooo sorry it took me so long to write this. But I'm so glad I finally get to post this one. I really hope you like it, and I'm sorry if it's not as dirty and smutty as you wanted it. I still need so practise lol. Thank you for the request, anon, ily. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

To say she was pissed was an understatement, she was furious, she felt as if her blood was boiling, and all she could see was mad red.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing and all she could see was you. Everytime, her mind took her back to a couple of hours earlier in the day, and there you were crying, brows furrowed, bottom lip trembling and your phone in front of your eyes. Her heart skipped a beat once she took a look at you. She felt the muscular organ breaking into a million pieces, you looked so small, and fragile, like a lost puppy.

“Y/n? Baby, what happened?” Yelena asked, concerned and worried in her tone.

“Nothing, nothing. I just…,” you sniffed. Tears rolled down your cheeks as Yelena’s thumbs gently brushed them away.

“It’s not ‘nothing’, Y/n. What happened?” she took your phone from your hands, leaving it on the floor and wrapped her hands around yours.

“People can be so mean. Why are they mean, Lena?” you sobbed, your head fell on her shoulder as you let the river of tears flow.

It took you a while to finally open up to her because you wouldn’t stop crying. Yelena’s heart sank into her tummy as she listened to your words carefully. The sadness she felt for you soon shifted into anger as she realised the reason why you were crying was because of some stupid miserable insensitive boy.

Some brainless damned bored fucker had made some online comments about you. She scoffed, how did that asshat dare to make you cry? How did he dare to say those awful things about you? Was he really that bored to mess with you? Was he really that miserable to make other people cry? And you of all people. Why did it have to be you? You who were so sweet to everyone, including people you didn’t even know. You who would never talk shit about anyone. You who would always take care of everyone else before yourself.

It was Yelena’s job to take care of you. All she wanted was for you to stop crying and to make you feel better, so she made it her mission, literally. She wasn’t good with her words when it came to you, she felt like she could never say the right thing to make you feel better, so she did what she did best, and made it her next mission to find this repulsive freak and make him pay for all the tears you had shed because of him.

You were so tired from all the crying that soon enough you had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She carried you up to your shared bedroom, tugged you in, left a soft kiss on your forehead and got to work.

Tracking this guy down wasn’t hard at all, the jackass was careless, he probably thought that leaving hate comments here and there wouldn’t cause him any kind of problems. But boy was he wrong.

She breathed out one last time, trying to not let her anger get the best out of her, and then she opened up her eyes. There she was, parked right outside Jared’s house. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, she felt like she could just kill Jared for what he put you though. But she knew you wouldn’t like that nor would it help you.

“Okay, here it goes,” she said, getting out of the car.

She impatiently knocked on the door, making no attempt to stop the loud knocking until Jared dared to open up.

“Jesus, I said I’m coming,” she heard someone say from the other side.

As soon as the door was unlocked, she pushed it open and made her way in.

“Hello, Jared,” she said, shutting the door behind her with a fake small on her lips.

“Who the fuck are you?” he sounded as angry as Yelena felt.

“We are going to have a chit chat, Jared.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are. You are going to leave or I’ll call the cops,” he stepped forward, trying to intimidate Yelena. She just rolled her eyes at the action.

“I’d like to see you try,” she said, pushing him back strongly enough for him to lose his balance and fall on his butt. “You see, Jared—.”

“How the fuck do you know me?”

“You said some things that I didn’t like,” she ignored him. “In fact, I’m really pissed off at the moment, so much that I feel like I could just rip your head off,” she chuckled as she watched the horror in his eyes. “You fucked up, Jared. Big time. You made the person I care most on this planet cry, and I hate you for that.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong guy, I swear I didn’t—.”

“Oh, really? So you are not @jaredrocks.com?”

“I, um…,” he hesitated, swallowing down the lump that had formed on his throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Yelena.

“Yeah, I figured,” she clicked her tongue in annoyance. “So here’s what you are going to do, Jared,” his face went pale as he noticed Yelena’s mood change, he could tell she was getting angrier by the second and he didn’t want her to snap. Not after she pushed him to the ground so effortlessly.

All he could do was nod as Yelena talked, “You are going to come with me, apologise to her and you’ll promise that you would never do bad shit ever again, Jared. Because if you do, I will find out and I won’t be holding back next time. Got it?” she raised her brow at him for Jared to quickly nod again. “Great! Get on your feet.”

Once Jared and Yelena made their way to your shared apartment, she quickly pulled him out of the car and to the front door. You were waiting for them, well actually just Yelena. She had called you earlier and told you to be outside, she said she wanted to show you something. You felt a chill crawling up your back once you saw a man walking next to her.

“Baby, this is Jared. He has a lot to say to you.”

“Jared? I don’t understand—.”

But you were quickly cut off as Jared began to ramble about how sorry he was, that he didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was just bored and sad, that he was a pathetic little douche bag —Yelena made him say that— and that he would never do something like that ever again. That he regretted ever doing something like that. Suddenly it hit you, he was the prick who wrote that shit about you.

“You really hurt me, Jared.”

“I now can see that. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise,” you could only nod at him, biting your lip to stop it from trembling.

“Okay. You’re done here, Jared. Now, get lost,” Yelena patted his back motioning for him to walk away.

“But I don’t—”

“Get lost, Jared,” Yelena repeated herself, this time her tone was harsher and Jared got the memo.

Once he was out of your sight the two of you made your way inside the comfort of your home. You still felt weird about the whole situation. You appreciated Jared’s apology, but you couldn’t stop thinking about all his mean comments.

“Y/n, stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“I know you are thinking about everything he said, but you must know that he was full of shit,” she said, making her way towards you on the bed.

“Lena, I just…” she could see the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Y/n, you are the prettiest, smartest, kindest girl I ever had the pleasure to meet. You are so full of light, Y/n. Don’t let an asshole like Jared put you out, you hear me?”

You nodded, battling the tears.

“Let me show you how special you are, Y/n,” she said as she brushed her nose against your cheek, her lips impatiently searching for yours.

Her lips muffled a gasp coming out of your lips. Like usual, her lips moved perfectly in sync against yours, soft and rough. Her tongue danced around with yours. Her teeth biting your bottom lip. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as your skin set on fire just with how close she was.

“Make me forget, Yel,” you said breathlessly in between kisses.

Your back hit the bed as Yelena got on top of you, her lips never leaving yours. You wrapped your legs around her hip and quietly moaned once your clothed core made contact with hers.

“I love you so much, Y/n,” she mumbled against your skin as she trailed a path of wet kisses along your jaw.

Somehow in between kisses and soft caresses, Yelena got your body bare. She left a kiss on your forehead, one on your left cheek, another right in between your breasts, and one on your abdomen before making her way to your aching wet core.

“So perfect,” you heard her say before the room was filled with your loud moaning.

She sucked, bit, kissed and licked as she pleased, making a mess out of you. Gently but eagerly she pushed two fingers inside of you, a moan escaped from Yelena’s lips as she felt your cunt clenching around her fingers. She kept a steady pace, slightly curling her fingers to get you to enjoy it as much as you could, as her lips worked on your clit.

Your hands flew to her hair, tugging at it, pushing her even closer to your cunt. And with a loud cry you came undone on her mouth. Yelena’s lips moved fast to drink up every bit of your juice she could as her tongue helped you ride your high. Once you were finished, she left one last kiss on your cunt and went to cuddle you.

She tugged you in, making sure you were warm and wrapped you in between her arms, leaving small kisses on top of your head.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, Y/n,” you heard her saying as you drift off to sleep, tiredness getting the best of you. “Never again, I promise.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

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curse-you-slenderman · 2 years ago

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FIRST DOODLE DUMP OF THE ACCOUNT!!! followed by my cheeky little comments on em!

Let me just say that not all of these will happen, these are just for fun and for me to get a hang on the dynamics i want to portray, since i'm a visual sort of person.

let's start with doodles that don't include reader

Me? projecting? nono, why would you think that? anyways, these three, in the CYS universe are autistic. Will they tell reader? will i have the capability of writing their autistic traits correctly? who knows!

Someone is mad, so whoever he is talking to, they better shut up. I'll leave it to yall if this is the host or the protector of their system ;))

Snack time! Remember to always feed yoru canibal demon friends!

Funfact! BEN is the only character who has two entirely different appearances that reader will be able to see. This is because the ARG BEN is too good to go to waste.

I... I don't like Jane's hair in this one. it's decent, but not curly enough. Anyway, sibling coded characters bonding time!

Now for the moment yall been waiting for, THE INTERACTIONS WITH READER!!

Helen and I, express our love for someone by drawing them or stuff for them. Love me that.

Reader, let Liu forget his past plz. Since Liu, like Jane, are one of the less... psychotic of the bunch, it will be fun to see how he will interact with Reader and the similarities and differences from him and Sully

This was supposed to be a quick doodle, until i put a video of an hour and a half and basically rendered the sketch. It's cute tho! Tim is pinning hard in this one!

Rule: Don't touch the new person. LJ: haha, touching said person goes honk honk :o)

It's an interesting dynamic, really. She wants to protect you. Maybe there is a reason why, maybe don't. If you choose her "route" you may find out.

YIPPE I'M DONE! I've been holding away and adding more doodles for a while, and i wanted to share them with yall!

don't mind almost half of the x reader ones not having one of reader's most characteristic thing (the collar)

their designs are being worked as the time of this post, and i soon will show yall their official designs for the fic, but for now, have these!

whenever i'm done with the designs, you all are welcome to draw fanart! the tag is #cys fanart!

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cadaverre · 6 months ago

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𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

hi everyone and welcome back to junos monthly newsletter !!! i hope uve all had a wonderful month, whether its getting warmer or colder where u are (thank god its warming up here i would be dying if it was still winter) and i hope u enjoy this months edition ★

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲

this month was actually one of my fav months of the year so far, my mental health is doing so much better and im finding that the weather is really impacting that. usually its not this warm and sunny but i am so fucking thankful it is !! i had my huge performance this month and it made me super excited to join more music groups and js about performance in general, its such a wonderful night of the year and i always feel so sad when its over !

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜

monthly playlist charm - clairo manic - halsey short n sweet - sabrina carpenter hypochondriac - brakence better off - esha tewari home video - lucy dacus

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 + 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬

» buffy the vampire slayer - up to season 2 i started watching this show this month and ohh my god i love it !! buffy is such an icon and i love the plot and general vibes, i cant wait to watch more ( cordelia, drusilla and buffy are my fav characters so far btw ) » the perks of being a wallflower (rewatch) - 9/10 i always forget how devastating this movie is and then i watch and im like oh! this is soul destroying! but i love it soso much and it always makes me cry » jennifers body - 9.5/10 oh my god. i love this movie soo much megan fox is so fucking hot and its so iconic and aah im. yeah. love. » (500) days of summer - 8/10 love this movie !! i loveee the non linear storytelling and i think the acting suits the genre and vibes so well, it wasn’t boring at all which i loved. very nice chill vibes tho » deadpool - 8/10 this movie is soso silly, i love the dynamic camera and again, the non linear storytelling is so yummy. i did not appreciate the like 20 min sex scene as i watched this w my dad but i rlly wanna watch the second one !! » janet planet - 4.5/10 idk this movie gave me weird vibes u can read my review here » thirteen - 8.5/10 the vibes? immaculate. wardrobe? im so jealous. taking drugs? not cool. very stressful at times but i still loved it

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» lolita - unfinished still reading it !! its a little hard to get through but i do like picking it up and reading a few pages every day, its getting so strange but the writing is so enchanting i cant stop reading lowkey … hopefully it’ll be done by the end of next month !! » the virgin suicides - unfinished been reading this occasionally and ohh my god i love it. the whole narration/how its being told from a sort of unknown perspective in a documentary style is so yeah. im so fucking hyped to finish it » my year of rest and relaxation - unfinished yes i am reading three books at once and yes it is slightly inconvenient but !!!! i got this book recently and its so… dreary?? but i love it ?? i feel like i dont have to have my literary analysis hat on to read it which is nice compared to the other books im reading rn.

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 / 𝐚𝐞𝐬

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@dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies + lmk if u wanna be tagged !!

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book-girl4evaaa · 1 year ago

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❝ Sheeesh, even I'm not that crazy.❞

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Dynasties and Dystopia"

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the-kipsabian · 2 months ago

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786 words orangekip if you squint. can be read as gen tho

on ao3

i had a lot of feelings last night post dynamite so. heres a little kip-centric hurt/comfort thing about the thoughts and feelings of the patriarchy seemingly forgetting him at ringside after the match. im coping with a stressful week really well lmao

@basil-the-scorned (since you wanted it im tagging you in this i hope thats okay 💜)

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He couldn’t see.

Every sound entering into his consciousness was barely more than a beat and white noise. Flashes behind his eyes, throbbing against the inside of his forehead. Everything ached.

The first thing Kip could taste was faint copper, but his brain was too busy with the lack of other senses to figure out where he was bleeding from. The noises around him became loud boos, incoherent noises made by a seemingly large sea of people around him. Kip wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, he did remember being at ringside but everything past that was a blur.

Opening his eyes he could barely see, a thick stream of tears from the pain flooding his entire vision. The lights were blurry, or had they always looked like that? It had been a while since Kip had taken a little nap like this underneath the ring lights, the view might have had changed in that time. Either way, he couldn’t tell.

A distorted voice asked if he was okay. He didn’t really know how to respond. Kip’s head was still pounding, eyes trying to focus on at least something, all words disappearing from his head as he opened his mouth, closing it again as the taste of copper became stronger.

He could feel a faint arm around his neck. His hand reached up on instinct, the phantom pain of earlier events fading fast as Kip touched his own neck. It was good to know his head was still on his own shoulders, at least.

Someone helped him to sit up, asking him the same question again. Kip could feel himself getting irritated, it was an innocent question, but the answer should have been obvious. He didn’t answer, at least not verbally, but his head made some sort of a motion, a twisted guess between a nod and a shake. He wasn’t quite sure himself, but feeling arms around his body and getting helped up from what seemed to be the floor, Kip didn’t at least resist against the help.

His feet moved on their own. Leaning against a body of what Kip hoped to be another person, he allowed himself to be directed out, back, away from the bright lights and loud sounds and what seemed to be a crowd of people. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t remember, couldn’t place himself at the moment. It was all very frustrating, confusing, and it all made the pain in his head so much worse.

The sweet darkness of the backstage swallowed him, faster than Kip had expected. Everything was still loud, but it was tolerable, allowing him to finally breathe a little bit easier. His vision was still blurry, Kip watching the world through a foggy window he had no desire to clean. In a way, it felt freeing, not identifying any faces or bodies in his way, not knowing who was perceiving him in this sad state and who didn’t give a shit.

He felt a smile tuck on the corner of his lips. The taste of copper came back soon after, wiping it away.

Kip closed his eyes, allowing himself to be dragged to wherever he was going. He didn’t care much. The darkness and the muffled voices allowed him to think more. He was starting to slowly remember everything. But most importantly, on top of everything, he could finally place the feeling that had been pounding in his chest this entire time.

Loneliness.

He was alone. They left him. They left without him.

Did they care? Had they ever cared to begin with?

Without having answers to those questions or anyone to ask them from, Kip felt himself coming to a sudden halt. He made a sound, an annoyed groan, forcing his eyes open. The fog had lifted a little, forming a face in front of him.

He didn’t need much to recognize the pair of sunglasses and the familiar voice saying he’ll take it from there.

Kip was trusted into his arms, immediately pulled into what felt like the most comfortable, safest place he had ever been. Kip slowly melted against him, the first feeling hitting him being the denim against the skin of his arms. The breath he let out was shaky, feeling a hand brushing through his hair.

He was grounded so fast he almost wanted to scream, feeling the emotions and the memory of what had just happened at ringside rushing at him at the speed of a bullet train with no way of stopping it.

And all Kip could do was let out a quiet sob.

“It’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed against his temple as Cassidy stood there, just holding him. “I got you. You’re okay.”

#night writes #wrestling #fanfic #orangekip #again only if you squint but its there in my heart so into the tag it goes lmao #this passed peer review last night so thats why im comfortable offering it up even if this is only the second day this month ive #written things at all ough. i hate december so much #but heres something sweet. i think

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 2 years ago

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Can we see more of Krauser please? You write him so well! 😫 Maybe some hc's about him and his s/o? Can be fluff and or smut.

Hope you have a great day! 🥺

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Sure anon! I'm glad you like how I write him 🥺 I made both SFW and NSFW ones. And my day is great, thank you! I hope you have a great day too. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated because your feedback is important to me. Enjoy!

His s/o is probably one of the few beautiful things in his life. Literally, he puts them on a pedestal, and he makes sure you won't forget how special you are to him.

Jack will spoil you with compliments and all sorts of riches, just to make you feel appreciated and happy.

Sometimes he will murmur in his sleep or flinch because of the nightmares he has. All he needs is your gentle touch to wake up and see that he isn't in real danger. He falls back asleep immediately because he feels safe with you.

He likes to be the big spoon, but he won't say no if you want to switch.

Krauser smokes a lot, about one pack a day if not more when he comes from a mission. You two argue sometimes about his unhealthy habit, but he is stubborn and won't listen. He will try to smoke less in your presence, though.

He loves his sister so much that he considers retiring just to spend more time with her.

He will teach you some knife tricks and some combat moves for your safety. He has a lot of patience with you, and training with him will be another bonding time.

His training routine is hard, and you almost fainted when you tried doing it too. Krauser got a little worried, and after that, he will adjust his training routine so you can join safely too.

He doesn't mind that you get a little clingy and follow him around. As I said, he loves your company, and you are like a breath of fresh air. His job gets ugly sometimes, and he is happy when he gets a warm welcome from you. It can be either a hug, a cuddling session, or just a warm meal; he'd appreciate everything you do for him.

During hugs, he likes when you hold him tight and he gets to bury his head in the crook of your neck. It makes him feel safe and valued.

When he doesn't return your calls or texts during his missions, you start to get worried. You're not delusional; you know that he is busy, but your mind can't stop thinking about the worst possible outcomes. What if he got shot? What if she is lying dead somewhere? There are a lot of "what ifs" that harm you, but you can't ignore them.

He does call you back when he is back to safety, and you are so happy to hear his voice that you almost cry.

No matter where he goes, he makes sure to get some cute souvenirs for you. From keychains to expensive jewelry, Krauser won't come empty-handed.

He prefers sex positions that include full-body contact, such as the missionary, the flat iron, or the lotus. He isn't very picky in bed, and if you want to try something new, he won't say no.

He likes sex toys but doesn't use them often. He likes to make you cum with his cock and fingers, not some plastic toy.

His cock is fairly above average and slightly thick, so he needs to warm you up really well before entering you.

He always compliments you during sex about how good your pussy/ass is, how cute you are when you sob, etc.

Has a size kink and a dacryphilia one, but it's more of a secret. You'll figure it out when he'll constantly hits your cervix so hard that you start tearing up, and at that moment, his cock will throb hard and his moans will get louder.

Your pleasure is his top priority.

He loves when you look into his eyes while blowing him. He loves how those big eyes of yours stare at him while your pretty mouth is full of his cock.

He loves cybersex. It can be sexting, or if he is alone, you can do it on video call too.

He secretly likes to be dominated. He sometimes gets a boner when you boss him around. He won't admit it tho.

Tag list: @alewesker @rokurodokuro (if you wanna be added DM me) 💖

#resident evil #jack krauser x reader #jack krauser #krauser x reader #krauser headcanons #sfw

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meloms-ao3 · 1 month ago

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Author Interview Tag :>

Thank you for the tag @mundrakan! I finally got the time to do this after checks the calendar 3 DAYS!

total works: 52! With about another 52 being WIPs and waiting for me to come back to them ToT

total word count: 54,233!

your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?

Fading Voices (Cherry Magic; Adachi / Kurosawa, First Time)

Juices and Backstreets (TaxiMaster Mobile Game, will not elaborate TwT)

Seducing the Shy (Cherry Magic; Tsuge / Minato, Moving in together)

Milk me Dry! (That's not my neighbour; Francis / Doorman)

At Gunpoint (Taximaster, Policeman/Thief, Gun-K!nk)

do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to be fast but I often miss some because I forget to look at my inbox :,)

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? My angstiest-ending-fic is still a WIP at the moment, but the ones published would either be:

Taunting Silence (BagginShield)

2. Time Turner (Wolfstar)

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I believe it would be Locked in your embrace where Sirius and Remus are locked in a room together by James and forced to sort out their problems.

do you write crossovers? Yes, I have one!

The Emperor's Ass (Disney) [Aladdin / Emperors New Groove]# 18+ -> An alternate universe in which Aladdin wished to marry into a royal house and Genie brought him to the Incas, aka Kuzcos empire. Aladdin thinks he is going to marry a hot princess and wants to meet her as soon as possible. What will happen when he finds out that Kuzco isn't a hot princess, but a h!rny emperor?

have you ever received hate on a fic? Not on ao3, no, but back on Wattpad? Oh boy...

do you write smut? *Stares at the 3rd question*

have you ever had a fic stolen? Someone attempted to, but I got them shut down luckily. I was able to block them and report, so happy ending :))

have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, but I might translate some into my native language this year!

have you ever co-written a fic before? Noo, sadly not! I would love to tho, but my head is always in the clouds and I'm super forgetful, so I doubt it would be fun for my co-writer :,)

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? My MDZS God AU fic. It's about Lan Wangji being sent to earth to kill Wei Wuxian, the last descendant of a man that knew how to merge their worlds. But it's been two years and I don't even have 3 chapters out of a possible 25 done :(

what are your writing strengths? I would say scenery and emotions.

what are your writing weaknesses? Definitely fighting scenes, as soon as the characters have to move a lot I'm done for.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I'm all for it! I hope I'll get a chance to implement it into a fic soon, when it fits :)

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Ouuhh, tough question bc there's SO MANY ToT On top of my list of fandoms are:

The Walking Dead

Winx

Never Understand

And for ships: 1. Sevin from SPN 2. Ittetsu Takeda / Keishi Ukain from Haikyuu 3. Jiang Yanli / Wen Qing from MDZS

what's your favourite fic you've written? There are so many that I'm endlessly proud of, I'll try to choose a Top 3 (｡･･｡)

All the things they said (Marauders) -> Remus came back to the Gryffindor house bruised. Worried, Sirius aided his wounds. What the hell happened?

Liquid Sugar 18+ (Adventure Time) -> Princess Bubblegum comes home from an exhausting week in the laboratory. She is on the verge of a mental breakdown so Marceline takes it upon herself to make her girlfriend feel better, mentally and physically.

Vibrating for you (Big Time Rush; Logan x James) 18+ This was the first ever long fic I started, it's almost purely nsfw and now it has been on hiatus for more than a year and a half. Still it is a fic that I'm very proud of, solely because it was what first brought me to uploading on Ao3 :,) It's cringe, it's funny, it's everything I wouldn't write today but I love it so so much. -> It wasn't supposed to happen! Logan wasn't supposed to get caught penetrating his hole with a v!br!t!r by James! And dear lord, they most certainly weren't supposed to share the most amazing org!sms they ever had together! Confusing feelings, trying to keep their relationship a secret and lots of s!xual arousal cause the two BTR members to experience the most chaotic time in their life. Can they keep their secret and keep quiet during s!x?

i am tagging: @missmoonfrost , @foxlove844 and @yourlocalcatscammer (no pressure of course!)

#tag game #big time rush #wolfstar #author interview #ao3

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Hiii

Noticed Im equally obsessed w slow horses and I love your FICS soooo I just want to ask if you could do a River x Sid fic bc I love their chemistry but there isn't enough to read ABT them :(((

Prompt: After everything that's happened in Slough house, River and Sid are back at the park (and are kinda legends BC they've been through it and survived etc). New co-worker has a thing for Sid and keeps making a pass at her despite being constantly shot down. He notices River is always in the background fuming whenever he's with her and would comes up to her after he's gone so he clocks that River must be into her too.

So to get him out the picture he tried to embarrass him at a meeting by "accidentally" revealing Rivers interest in her and tries to make him look like a creep by saying that he's noticed that River has some of her possessions/knows personal info ABT Sid that no co-worker should.

At the end of it all Sid raises a hand and points to her engagement ring on her finger while River looks all smug and hot (sorry I couldn't resist) at the end if the table

Turns out the entire office already knew ABT them BC they have functioning eyes, also he's new and didn't know. To make things worse Lady Di calls him out for stalking and harassing his co-workers, turns out the entire office has been watching him make a fool of himself the whole week but they were starved for entertainment so no one said anything.

Later we get a snapshot of River and Sid just laughing ABT it back at home and a little domestic fluff.

Sorry ik it's long and feel free to take any liberties (no smut tho pls) I just miss them SM

Tysm for reading this through, if you don't want to write it pls do lmk BC I'll be at the edge of my seat for weeks waiting in suspense otherwise ❤️❤️

Hi love! I'm so sorry this took so long - thank you for your patience 🥰

Hope you enjoy this cute little one-shot!

River Cartwright x Sid Baker fluff

The Bet

“Got you a tea, Sid,” he smiled earnestly.

“Ah, thanks Luke. Need this,” she inhaled, savoring the warmth on her face.

“Late night?” He queried.

“Not especially,” she blushed.

“Not out on the town then?”

“Nah, just a quiet one at home. Got a bit competitive over Monopoly.”

“Flatmates eh, who'd have ‘em.”

“Yeah,” she looked up briefly as River used the shortcut through her office to the stairs. “Especially when they forget to wash up.”

She didn't miss the glare River shot Luke on his way past.

“Need anything?” He asked, “just popping to the shop.”

“No thank you,” Sid arched an eyebrow and River disappeared down the stairs.

She looked back to Luke, still eagerly perched on the edge of his desk.

“How about you?”

“Oh, I’m rubbish at Monopoly.”

Sid laughed politely,

“I meant did you do anything?”

“Nah, quiet night. No one's got any money in January anyway.”

“Oh, for sure.” She toyed with her necklace.

“Better get on, Lamb needs these files sorting.”

“He's all bark and no bite really.”

“Only to you. Loves you, don't he?” Luke settled back at his desk, looking distracted, “and Cartwright,” he added darkly.

“I'm not sure if I'd stretch to love.” She grinned. “We're just old guard around here, that's all.”

The lower door banged and River bounced up the stairs two at a time.

He used their office as a shortcut again and dropped a chocolate bar on Sid's desk.

This time, Luke was the one shooting daggers at River's back as he left.

“Can I ermm… can I walk you to the tube later?”

“Oh, River and I are going for a drink with Lou, actually.”

“Maybe I could tag along?”

“Maybe not, mate, eh?” River spoke up, appearing in the doorway again. “It's an old guard thing, y'know?”

Luke frowned.

“Right.” He turned to Sid. “Another time then, Sid? Yeah?”

She pursed her lips, hiding her smile.

“Yeah, maybe. We'll see.” She checked her watch, “Ah shit, I'm late for Catherine. Play nice you two.” She grabbed her laptop and headed for the top floor.

“Give up, Lukey. She's not interested,” River warned.

“You've just been resigned to the friendzone, mate,” Luke stressed. “Time to let someone else have a go.”

“Have a go? Interesting way of putting it. I'm sure Sid'd like that.”

Luke scoffed.

“Oh come on, as if you know any better than I do what she likes? You just like to think you know.” Luke rose from his desk chair to full height, which was still a couple of inches shorter than River. “You're just another reject, you're no more special than anyone else here.”

River smiled and dragged his hand over his lengthening beard.

“Including you then, right? Since you're here as well. Be interested to know how you wound up here, I bet that's a story.”

So far, Luke had managed to persuade Ho to keep the reason he was at Slough House under wraps from everyone else by turning up with a fresh case of Red Bull every few days.

“You're probably right, though,” River continued “I haven't got a clue, really. About Sid, about this place… just another reject, exactly like you said.”

Luke nodded firmly. Victorious despite his unease.

Cartwright was a different breed.

Always watching him, always listening, always there.

The closer Luke got to asking Sid out, the quicker Cartwright was there to insert himself into the conversation.

Luke hated having competition.

Not that Cartwright could ever be considered competition.

There was something, though.

The cause of the unease that Luke had been able to pinpoint.

He didn’t give up.

Tenacious, his mum called him.

Pigheaded. Stubborn. Obstinate.

Those tended to be the words others banded around instead.

Ex-girlfriends in particular.

River was stubborn though.

And occasionally pigheaded.

Sid didn’t seem to brush him aside so easily.

So Luke dug in.

Tried again.

~~~~~~

“Got you a tea, Sid.” He placed it carefully on her desk amidst the piles of paper dotted around.

Next to it, he put a chocolate bar. The same one he’d seen River leave for her a few days previously.

“Thanks, Luke. Blimey, I’m slacking on the office tea front. Sorry, just really trying to understand…” her voice trailed off as she continued reading without looking up at him. She held the pendant on the chain around her neck, he hadn’t actually seen the necklace. It was either hidden by her clothes, or she was holding it as if it’d fall right off her. “Yeah,” she looked up at last, “sorry, like I said, this stuff is really detailed. Just trying to get my head around it. Oh! Chocolate. Was that you?”

He nodded, then realised he probably looked like a puppy or a child.

“Yeah, thought you might need a pick up.”

“God, I really do. Forgot lunch today, no bread.”

“Those bloody flatmates again?”

“Something like that,” she held up her hand, waited, and then sneezed. “Got a cold as well, helpfully.”

“Well, I can always go and get you something -” as Luke extended his offer, River breezed through the office and put a pot of steaming soup on Sid’s desk, along with a box of flu tablets.

“Amazing, I’m dying,” she looked up at him, her nose red.

“I know. It’s from Mrs Li downstairs, she said it’s great for a cold.”

“Maybe this stuff is the reason Lamb is never ill.” She wondered, prising off the lid and inhaling the steam that billowed up.

“More than likely,” he agreed, taking one of the largest piles of paperwork from Sid’s desk. “I’ll take these.”

"Oh, the great Cartwright, always the first to volunteer for extra work. Must be trying to impress someone." Luke grumbled.

"Says the guy who spends more time talking than working. Don't you have something better to do, like staring at the back of Sid's head?"

“Alright you two, I’m too full of cold to deal with your shit today. Another word and I’ll make sure you both get struck down by it as well.”

Luke sunk back in his chair, glaring at River who gave him the finger and took himself back to his own office.

“He’s always skulking around,” he muttered once River had gone.

“Is he?” Sid asked, cautiously taking a sip of her soup.

“You haven’t noticed?”

“We’ve worked together a long time, I guess I don’t notice.” She smiled.

“So, about that drink?”

“What drink?” “The one we were going to get together?”

Sid blinked.

“Honestly Luke, I feel like I’ve been run over. I just want to go to bed and sleep for a week. I’m definitely not up for a drink.”

“Right. Yeah, course. Maybe when you feel better.”

She hummed and went back to her soup.

By mid afternoon, she was, as River put it, ‘on her arse’.

“Go home, get some rest. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” He ordered.

Luke rolled his eyes.

“She’s not a kid, Cartwright.”

“Thanks for your input, stalker.”

Sid raised a hand to stop the arguing, but dropped it straight away. River held her coat open.

“I’ll walk you to the tube, Sid.” Luke started.

“It’s ok, my car is downstairs. I’ll drive.” River interrupted, his mouth in a firm like. “Come on, you’ll be home in ten minutes, I promise.”

“I live twenty minutes away,” she sighed, her brow furrowed and her voice laced with exhaustion.

“Only when you’re driving,” he teased lightly. Sid leaned into him and he shot a smug grin over her head at Luke, who scowled back.

By the time River had made the round trip, Luke was making coffee.

He placed a mug next to Luke’s in front of the kettle, helped himself to the instant coffee, and continued through to his office to take off his coat.

"You really think you stand a chance with Sid?” He asked as he came back.

“Yeah, actually. I do.”

“Bit full of yourself, aren't you?"

"At least I'm not just sitting back and letting her slip through my fingers. I'm actually taking a chance. Unlike you, who's just too afraid to make a move."

River frowned, searching his pockets for something.

"Oh yeah, and how's that working out for you? She's still not interested in you, is she?” He looked victorious as he pulled a delicate gold necklace from his shirt pocket.

Luke stared at what he knew, he knew, was Sid’s necklace.

He watched River put it safely back in his pocket.

“She’s interested. She just don’t want to deal with you having a shitfit over it.”

River shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Can’t wait to see you cry when you find out I got her into bed.” Luke grinned. “Kettle’s boiled.”

“Changed my mind. Just got to go out, actually. Don’t form a harem or anything while I’m gone. Lou, Catherine, even Shirley. I bet they’re all dying to jump into bed with you.”

Luke stepped forward into River’s space.

“You need to be knocked down a bit, mate. Think you’re king of the fuckin’ castle ‘ere, don’t you?”

“Nah, not at all. I’m just not a complete twat.” River sneered.

“Sometimes you are. Friend.” Louise nudged past him to get into the kitchen.

“Thanks, friend.” He acknowledged, turning from Luke with a final glare.

“He’s got Sid’s necklace,” Luke said once he heard the lower door slam.

“Has he?” Louise asked distractedly.

“Yeah, I saw it.”

She looked up at him and stared for a moment before shrugging.

“I didn’t see anything.”

~~~~~~

“Who’s got the traffic offence files?” Shirley asked, reading over Catherine’s shoulder.

“I think Louisa had them,” Sid offered as Louisa nudged the door with her foot and came through with a tray of mugs.

“I did have that one, but I gave it to Ho to run plates.”

“All done,” Ho held up a file and passed it to Catherine with one hand, while reaching for his coffee with the other. “Did ya bring biscuits Guy?”

“Kitchen, get them yourself.”

Their weekly office meeting was in full swing, and the team was discussing the progress on some ongoing projects.

“Alright, next on the list -” Shirley looked again at Catherine’s list.

“Shirley, could we just wait til everyone’s here and I can go through things properly?”

“Soz, just trying to get this torture over with,” she grumbled, dropping into a chair.

“It’s over when I say so,” Lamb told her firmly, taking a seat at the head of the table. “Right, Standish, let’s get this crap over with.”

“See!” Shirley exclaimed.

Lamb looked over the top of his glasses.

“Dander has volunteered for the 1992 file.” He told Catherine, who made a note.

Everyone groaned.

“What’s up with that?” She asked, worriedly.

“1992 files are messed up, everything from ‘92 is filed -” River started.

“Incorrectly.”

“Like shit.”

“In the bin.”

“Fucking wonderful.” Shirley sighed.

Suddenly, Luke spoke up, his tone accusatory.

"Hey, Cartwright," he began, fixing him with a steely gaze. "What's up with that necklace you had the other day? I saw you with it.”

All eyes swivelled to Luke.

Lamb frowned.

“What exactly does that have to do with this meeting?” He looked up at Cathering, “do I really need to do this? This lot are useless, a weekly meeting is hardly going to fix that.”

“We thought it might make the office more… harmonious.”

“Is that the royal we?” He questioned, picking up his mug and leaning back in his chair. His feet came up to the table, nudging a pile of papers closer to Sid.

"What necklace?” River sighed.

Luke crossed his arms, "don't play dumb. I saw you carrying around Sid's necklace the other day. You know, the one she always wears?”

The attention turned to River.

“Such a creep, you say I’m the stalker but you’re the one nicking her jewelry and buying her lunch, driving her home…”

“If we can get back on topic,” Catherine attempted.

"What are you talking about, Luke?" Sid moved her collar aside, "I'm wearing my necklace now?”

Luke's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at Sid's neck, realizing she was indeed wearing the necklace he had seen River with.

He looked back at River, trying to backtrack.

"Wait, what? ... I must have been mistaken," he mumbled, his confidence wavering.

“Standish, give Lukey-boy the ‘92 files. Dander, call this your reprieve.”

“Right, moving on then -”

"Oh, I know what he's on about," River acknowledged, turning to Sid. "The thing, y'know?"

She nodded in understanding.

"Ah, of course," she said, a hint of recognition in her tone. "The necklace."

The rest of the office looked back and forth between River, Sid, and Luke, trying to piece together the situation.

Lamb’s mug hit the table with force.

“Can someone just put me out of my misery before I start firing you all?”

"We should probably just…" Sid shrugged, "tell them?"

"Only if you want to?" River said.

The office fell silent, and all eyes were on Sid and River.

Sid glanced around at her coworkers, seeing the mixture of confusion and curiosity on their faces. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah, might as well," she said, her hand instinctively going to touch her necklace, but faltering slightly.

“Might as well?” River grinned, “thanks a lot.”

As Sid’s hand came down from where it had gone to reach for her necklace, Louisa squeaked.

“Oh!”

Luke frowned, looking around as Louisa, and then Catherine quickly caught onto whatever was going on.

“Oh how lovely!” Catherine exclaimed, rising from her chair and going around the table to them.

“Anyone want to fill me in?” Ho asked, confused.

Sid held up her left hand where a beautiful ring had been noticed by Louisa.

“We got engaged over Christmas,” she beamed, looking over to Lamb.

“Who’s we?” Luke asked. His question was soon answered as Catherine moved from hugging Sid, to River. “Him?!”

“The ring didn’t fit, so I was wearing it on my necklace til River got it resized.” Sid explained from somewhere in Louisa’s arms. “We were just waiting for the right time to tell you all.”

“‘Bout time,” Lamb muttered, not moving his feet from the table. “He asked me bloody ages ago!”

Sid looked up from Louisa’s hug.

“What do you mean?”

“He,” he pointed at River, “asked my permission weeks ago.”

“I did tell you I was going to ask at Christmas,” River pointed out.

“You asked Lamb for permission?” Sid smiled softly.

River shrugged.

“Work dad.”

“Wait, wait,” Luke spoke up, “so you all knew they were together?”

“Duh,” Shirley looked at him in disgust.

“Oh Luke, you really should pay closer attention.” Louisa sighed, handing him the ‘92 files.

“We do have eyes, Luke.” Catherine added, a little more gently than the others.

“Anyway,” Ho interrupted, “shout out to Cartwright for not twatting Luke earlier,” he raised his mug.

“Here, here,” Shirley joined in. “God, I wouldn’t have lasted a day,” she glared at Luke.

“But… but you’ve got a flatmate, you said they’re annoying? They don’t wash up, they use up all the bread?”

“Who forgets to wash up?” River turned to Sid in outrage.

“Well, that’s me, actually,” she admitted. “But you did use all the bread.”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

“C’mon you lot, enough domesticity. Let’s get this bloody meeting finished,” Lamb sighed. “I’ve got a call with Lady Di in a bit about how Luke’s getting on.”

Luke’s eyes widened, Lamb grimaced.

“Can’t wait to tell her about this.”

~~~~~~

Sid wiggled her toes further underneath River’s thighs while he flicked through TV channels.

“Ow,” he grunted, pulling her feet out from under him and putting them in his lap, warming them with his hand.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, reading on her phone.

“Anything good?” He asked.

“Remember Danni in HR at the Park?”

“Not really,” he shook his head, settling on an old episode of Grand Designs.

“She said Luke was in there earlier for a showdown with Taverner,” his hand stopped rubbing her feet.

“And?”

“She tore him a new one for what happened. Told him his behaviour was out of order and he’s lucky he’s still got a job. She told him the only reason Lamb let it go on for so long was because he had a running bet with everyone in the office over how long it’d take for you to hit him.”

River smiled smugly.

“Told you I could win that.”

“River, no one thought you’d win that. I had you down to hit him in the first week.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” he teased. “How does your mate know all of this anyway?”

“She was the one taking the notes for the investigation,” Sid laughed. “She says he was a mess, crying and apologising. Taverner told him to stop being a child and has recommended him for further training.”

“How not to be a dickhead?”

“Hmm, something like that. Apparently the reason he’s even at Slough House is because he kept harassing women in the office.”

River frowned.

“Shit, really?”

Sid nodded, reading from her phone, “Three women reported him to HR because he followed them home after work.”

“I should have hit him,” River said decidedly.

“Too late for that now. So, what’re you going to buy with your winnings?”

“Thought I might take my wife-to-be out for dinner.”

“Excellent idea, especially since I forgot to get any food in,” she blushed.

“You make a rubbish flatmate, maybe I should swap you for Luke?” He leaned over her knees and brushed a light kiss over her lips.

“Nahh,” she kissed him back, “he’s shit at Monopoly.”

“Can’t be any worse than you,” River grinned.

#river cartwright #slow horses #jack lowden #river cartwright fanfic #river cartwright x sid baker #sid baker #river x sid #slow horses fanfic

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