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Karen Wheeler is fucking Ms. Byers like Robin suspects.

It had started short after the graduation. Joyce hit on her with a subtle remark on her haircut and Karen found herself burried fingers deep inside the woman on her couch later that night. Ted was sleeping in the bedroom and Karen couldn’t feel less guilty about it.

And now Joyce Byers sits on Karen’s kitchen counter top with a cocky expression on her face.

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Max, Robin and Nancy in the living room, it’s finally thursday, the “girls night” Karen had been planning for some time.

“Joyce, I think you should go inside before the girls start suspecting something’s up.”

Joyce bites behind Karen’s ear. The blonde’s flushed expression is every reason for her to keep going.

Her hand travels up Karen’s dress, groping her thigh when they hear Robin calling from inside.

“When will the dinner be ready Mrs. Wheele- oh. Am I interrupting something?”

Robin stands by the doorway, looking to the women with a-little-too-obvious one foot stance between them.

Joyce fidgets with her shirt.

Karen replies with a smile.

“No dear. Nothing. The dinner will be ready in a minute.”

Robin is looking at Joyce as she says a little too knowingly.

“Nice lipstick Ms. Byers. Didn’t know you wore any. It suits you.”

With that Robin is out the door, a huge smirk on her face.

Joyce and Karen are left to look at each other in concern, wondering what Robin knows about their little- something.

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The dinner flies by. The girls are bouncing back jokes and stories as the older women watch and occasionally join them with awe.

Joyce doesn’t miss the way Karen’s leg had stroked up her leg a little too many times to be accidental.

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“Thank you Mrs. Wheeler.” Max beams at them outside the door.

Max and Nancy are waiting on the porch as Robin talks to Joyce.

“I can drop you off by your place if you’d like Ms. Byers. I’m driving Max to her house too.”

“Ugh… No thanks Robin but I’ll help Karen clean up a bit.”

“Are you sure? Cause I remember me and Nancy clearing away the kitchen just a while ago.”

“Oh- yeah… I had a few stuff to talk with her anyway.”

Karen gleams at Joyce, her apprehension noticeable.

“Ookay… whatever you say.”

The three of them walk off to the car.

“Goodnight girls! Drive safe.” Karen calls from behind.

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Robin closes the door of the driver’s seat, turning to Nancy.

“What did I tell you Nance?! Definitely fucking. Did you see the way she was eyeing up your mom the whole dinner?”

“You can’t know for sure Robin.” Nancy huffed out.

“I don’t know Nancy…” Max speaks up from the backseat. “Seemed pretty obvious even to me.”

They all giggle and drive off.

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Inside, Joyce was already steering Karen by the hips, directly to the couch.

Karen grabs the other woman’s jacket by the collar, pulling her in for a kiss.

Joyce sits down on the couch, Karen looking down at her with sultry eyes.

“Nice lipstick Ms. Byers.”

“Oh knock it off Wheeler.”

Joyce grabs her by the hips, lowering her down. Karen’s legs at either sides of her lap.

Karen’s nails get lost in brown curls, tugging a little harshly, revealing Joyce’s neck.

Joyce’s hands strokes up Karen’s soft thighs, underneath her dress and-

“Karen- where are your panties?”

Karen sucks on the other woman’s jaw, a throaty moan leaving her lips. She whispers against her skin.

“Dropped them by the bathroom just before the girls left. Thought it might help-”

Joyce captures her lips with hers, sucking her bottom lip, shivering at the taste.

Karen’s hands behind the brunette’s head as she guides her face to her chest.

“Kiss- mhhm- kiss them.” she whimpers on top of her.

Joyce immediately catches up to the mood she was setting for tonight. Nights like this when Karen wants to be worshiped, wants to forget and wants to forgive. Forgive herself.

And Joyce would give it to her, kissing every inch of her body, every scar, every mark the years left. She would let the woman ride her face till her knees no longer supported her up. She would praise her, telling her all the things she needed to hear. She would let Karen degrade her with her words and honestly, she loved it.

So she would give Karen everything and anything, all of herself.

Ted could never.

So Joyce sucks on her skin, starting up from her neck. The ragged skin meeting the softer parts. Karen squirms on top of her.

“You’re so beautiful honey. So beautiful, all for me.” as she unbuttons the top of Karen’s shirt.

Karen’s hands scrape her scalp, moaning softly as the woman underneath her sucks one of her nipples into her mouth.

Joyce can feel the heat of her throughout her denim pants.

“Touch me.” Karen mutters. Who is Joyce to deny her?

Her fingers find the other woman’s heat, spreading her wet folds through the curls.

Karen buckles under her touch.

“Please…”

“Please what baby?” Joyce smirks.

“Please- fuck me.” she says with a low hiss.

Joyce licks a line on one of the scars on Karen’s neck, the long, deeper one. Her fingers circling her clit with slow pressure. Karen’s heady.

She plunges two fingers in, her thumb working on her clit. Karen whimpers. Her other hand sliding out from her blouse to guide her.

Joyce’s hand finds her ass, sliding up her skirt on the way. The cool air hits Karen’s now revealed pussy, making her moan.

Karen’s hands are everywhere on Joyce. Holding on her for leverage. Her eyes roll back as the brunette’s fingers work inside her. Her fingers curled up, hitting the soft sponge of nerves inside her with each thrust.

“That’s right. Keep going baby.” Joyce murmurs between open mouthed kisses on the woman’s neck and chest.

Karen’s nails scrape Joyce’s jaw, lifting her head up to lock eyes with her.

Joyce looks undone, doe eyes staring up at her. She pulls her in for a breathless kiss. Joyce plunges her tongue inside plump red lips in sync with the movements of her fingers.

Karen moans into her mouth, grabbing on Joyce’s hair and neck with unrest.

Joyce adds a finger inside her, Karen’s getting closer. She can feel it.

She looks up to her, Karen’s not looking at her. Her head thrown back, paired with lustful moans.

“Joyce- don’t stop- please-”

“Spit in my mouth.” Joyce tells her.

Karen looks down, something mixed with shock and want in her gaze.

She holds her chin up. Locking their brown eyes, filled with pure desire.

Joyce’s mouth wide open as she adds pressure to Karen’s clit.

Karen groans as she spits inside Joyce’s open mouth.

Joyce laps it up, licking a dribble that escapes her lips. She moans low at the taste.

“Good girl.” Joyce tells her, her fingers never faltering.

Karen’s a whimpering mess, chasing her climax, pinching her own nipple.

“Ride my fingers.”

Karen does. Moving on top of her. Joyce stretching her out, hitting that spot inside her each fucking time.

She moans out Joyce’s name, over and over again.

“God- you’re so beautiful like this baby.” Joyce bites on her chest. Karen drives two fingers pinching her nipple in Joyce’s mouth.

Joyce sucks on them. Matching the pace of her own fingers.

Karen’s so close to seeing stars. Her breath coming in hitches, struggling to form any thought other than the feeling of the other woman’s fingers, her lips, the tension coiling low in her belly.

Her breaths quicken, chasing release.

“I wish Ted could see you like this.”

That almost does it for Karen. Almost.

“See how good I’m fucking you. How good you’re riding on my fingers.”

Karen’s desperate for release. For anything that would come out of her mouth. She’s bouncing on her. Going at a fervent pace, raising up and down on Joyce’s fingers.

“My pretty, desperate girl.”

“Yes- yes I’m your girl-” Karen mumbles. Her orgasm takes her. Eyes rolling back with a scream of Joyce’s name on her mouth.

Joyce rides out her orgasm. Holding her close.

Then she takes her fingers out, rubbing circles on Karen’s back.

Karen collapses on the brunette’s lap. Joyce tugs her in.

“That was amazing.” Karen mumbles, her head empty, thoroughly fucked.

“So were you.” Joyce responds, cleaning her fingers with her mouth.

Karen smiles up at her and pulls her in for a kiss.

She tastes herself on Joyce’s mouth and in that moment she swears they could be happy.

Really, truly happy.

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changed my writing style a little with this one idk

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Not the cruel, corner-of-the-mouth smirk he reserved for human suffering, but an actual, soft, dare-he-say-it fond smile. And he was directing it at a woman.

She stood in front of him, sunlight catching on the twirling hem of her light-pink dress. Her hands moved as she talked expressive, animated, completely at ease. House was listening. Listening. And not once had he rolled his eyes.

Wilson blinked hard. “What. In. The. Actual. Hell?”

Cuddy joined him at the glass, eyebrows arched. “Is he… being polite?”

“I think so,” Wilson said, voice strangled. “Unless I’m hallucinating. Which, honestly, would be a relief.”

“That’s House’s girlfriend,” came a voice from behind them.

They turned to see Foreman, arms crossed, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth. Chase and Cameron flanked him, both watching the scene with morbid fascination.

“You’re lying,” Cuddy said flatly.

“Wish I were,” Foreman replied. “We don’t get it either.”

Chase shrugged. “He mentioned meeting someone while jogging, but when his pain came back, I figured that ended like everything else in his life. Tragically and with excessive Vicodin.”

“You know House,” Cameron added gently. “He doesn’t talk about his personal life. Ever.”

Wilson was still staring through the glass. “No. No, this isn’t possible. I would’ve known. He would’ve told me.” He squinted. “Are you sure she’s not a…”

“Don’t,” Cuddy warned.

“Hooker?”

Foreman rolled his eyes. “Does she look like a hooker to you?”

“She’s a teacher,” Cameron offered. “For kids. I overheard him on the phone the other day.”

Wilson’s jaw dropped. “Children? She teaches children? And dates House? That’s just…”

“Impossible?” Chase supplied.

“Reprehensible,” Wilson muttered. Then, snapping upright: “I’m going in.”

“Wilson, don’t…” Cuddy began, but it was too late.

House didn’t look up when the door burst open. The woman jumped slightly, spinning around.

“Oh!” she said, startled. Then, she smiled so brightly it could’ve lit the entire diagnostics department. “Hi there!”

Wilson blinked. She was all soft edges and kindness. Wide kind eyes, warm tone, the kind of person who apologized to inanimate objects after bumping into them.

He recovered quickly and extended his hand. “Hi, I’m James Wilson. House’s best friend. So nice to finally meet you. He’s spoken so much about you.”

The oncologist shot a sideways glance at the diagnostician. Anyone who truly knew him would recognize that Wilson’s tone was dripping with sarcasm, but she didn’t catch it.

House rolled his eyes, unimpressed.

The woman, however, beamed. “Oh, that’s so sweet! He talks about you all the time, too.”

Wilson froze mid-handshake. “He does?”

“Mhm! He said you’re very caring but have terrible taste in women.”

Chase’s muffled laugh outside the glass was audible even through the door.

House finally looked up from his paperwork. “She listens,” he said dryly, “but she doesn’t always filter.”

The woman giggled, as if he’d just told the most charming joke in the world. “He’s teasing again,” she said softly.

Wilson’s brain was short-circuiting. “You… find that endearing?”

“Of course! He’s funny. And he listens when I talk.”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Cuddy’s jaw dropped. Foreman whispered, “She’s delusional.”

House twirled his pen. “See? Finally, someone with taste.”

She turned to him, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. “I brought you lunch, by the way. Turkey sandwich, no mustard.”

Wilson blinked, then proceeded stuttering: “Wait. You-you make him lunch?”

“Every day,” she said, pulling a neatly wrapped container from her bag. “He forgets to eat when he’s busy.”

House took the sandwich, biting it with zero embarrassment. “She’s also right. You could learn a thing or two, Wilson.”

Cuddy rubbed her temples. “I’m living in a simulation.”

“Nice to meet you all!” she said cheerfully to the crowd now gathered at the door. “Greg told me you’re all wonderful, even if you drive him crazy sometimes.”

House snorted. “Lies. All lies.”

She just smiled at him, unbothered. “He says that, but he’s fond of you. He has a good heart.”

The room collectively froze.

House coughed, eyes darting anywhere but her face. “Okay, enough sentimentality. Don’t you people have patients to misdiagnose?”

The others began to scatter, still dazed, whispering among themselves. Wilson lingered by the door. “I don’t know what witchcraft you’ve used,” he muttered, “but congratulations.”

“Thank you!” she chirped, oblivious.

House gave her a long, assessing look as the door closed. “You realize you just terrified them, right?”

She smiled serenely. “That’s okay. They’ll get used to me.”

House smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair. “You’re too sweet for this world.”

She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m exactly sweet enough for you.”

He paused, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured, but there was no denying the faint curve at the corner of his mouth.

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In the following of the week, the team gathered in the conference room, trying and failing to focus on the whiteboard. Through the glass, House was back in his chair, tossing a tennis ball against the wall and humming under his breath.

“He’s humming,” Foreman said. “He never hums.”

“Maybe she’s a hallucination,” Chase muttered.

“A collective one?” Foreman retorted.

Cameron didn’t look convinced. “If she is, we should probably be checking him into psych instead of his patients.”

Before anyone could answer, the office door opened.

“Hi, everyone!” she greeted brightly, stepping inside with the kind of confidence only pure-hearted people or clinically oblivious ones possessed. “Gregory, you forgot your phone again.”

House didn’t even glance up. “Maybe I wanted to forget it. The world’s quieter that way.”

She smiled sweetly, setting the phone on his desk. “You say that, but then you complain when Wilson doesn’t answer your texts.”

Foreman choked on a laugh. Chase turned away to hide a grin.

House eyed her. “You know, this room was designed for medical professionals, not… pink explosions of optimism.”

“House,” Cameron warned under her breath.

But the woman just blinked, tilting her head. “That wasn’t very nice, Greg.”

The room went dead silent.

Even House paused mid-sarcasm, tennis ball frozen midair. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she said, perfectly calm. “We’ve talked about this kind of behavior before. You don’t get to be mean to people just because you’re uncomfortable with kindness.”

Foreman mouthed oh my God.

“So she isn’t completely oblivious to his demeanour. She just handles it like a pro?” Chase whispered to the others.

House leaned back in his chair, staring at her like she’d just rewritten physics. “Uncomfortable with kindness? Please. I’m allergic to it.”

“And yet,” she said softly, stepping closer, “you keep it around.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. The team was watching, rapt.

Finally, he muttered, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You are lucky I’m patient.”

A stunned beat passed. Chase coughed into his hand, Foreman smirked, and Cameron was clearly fighting back a smile.

The woman turned to the team as if nothing happened. “Nice seeing you all again! Oh, and, Gregory, remember to take your ibuprofen before dinner. You know what happens when you don’t.”

House rolled his eyes. “Yes, Mom.”

She only smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving.

As soon as the door closed, the room exploded.

“Did she just scold you?” Foreman asked, half laughing.

“She did,” Chase said. “And you didn’t bite her head off.”

House shrugged. “She feeds me. That buys her some immunity.”

Wilson appeared at the door just in time to catch the end of the exchange. “You mean she cares about you, and your fragile emotional ecosystem doesn’t know what to do with it.”

House twirled his cane. “No. I mean she’s a terrifyingly effective manipulator who uses affection as a weapon.”

Wilson smirked. “She told you to be nice, didn’t she?”

House didn’t answer.

Wilson grinned wider. “You like it when she does that.”

House’s gaze flicked toward the door where she’d gone, a hint of something unguarded in his eyes. “She’s persistent,” he said finally. “Annoying habit. Almost… contagious.”

Wilson’s expression softened. “You know, House, most people would just call that love.”

House snorted, pushing himself to his feet. “Most people are idiots.”

Wilson shook his head and, as if having an epiphany, started, “You know…”

“Oh my God, here it comes,” House huffed.

“I’ve been trying to figure out why she works with you. Then it hit me…”

“Oh, please,” House muttered. “Here comes the armchair psychology.”

“She is sweet, has kind eyes, slightly manipulative to bring out your best,” Wilson continued as if House’s interruption hadn’t happened. “Not too long ago you made a remark about me and Amber…”

House groaned. “Don’t you dare.”

“—‘Oh my God,” Wilson continued, grinning, “‘you’re sleeping with me.’”

House threw his red ball. Wilson easily dodged it. “Face it. I may be sleeping with you, but you are dating me.”

For a split second, House almost laughed. A low, reluctant sound that escaped before he could stop it.

“Congratulations. That might actually be the most disturbing thing you’ve ever said,” he muttered.

“And yet,” Wilson said, “you’re smiling.”

“I’m grimacing. Different muscle group,” House replied.

Wilson stepped closer, softening. “She makes you happy, you know.”

House called after him, “You’re delusional!”

During one of your usual raids at the village. You were happily burning a house when suddenly a minion beside you falls dead, decapitated. Turning around and you faced him, a hero from one of the human kingdoms you have grown to despised, Ghost.

You recognized him, a new hero quickly rising in the ranks and defeating other powerful demons. But you weren't afraid of him, you were ready to get rid of that pest. Or maybe enslave him and make him join your harem, it would be a shame to kill such a sexy man.

You laugh at his face, confidently yapping about your power and evil plans. He was a silent man, just staring at you as you blabber about villanous things. Finally you attack him, throwing a dark energy ball at him. It hits him square at the chest as he did nothing but stand there and stare at you. Smoke covered where he stood and you laugh to yourself about the foolish hero, shame he died so easily.

Suddenly he dashes through the smoke and grabbed you by your throat. Just like that, you were defeated. Your minions all slain by a swift slash of his sword, then he burned your manor with villagers chanting happily at ruins of your home, and then he held you prisoner in his home.

Your prison was strange. Walls with intricate wallpaper, soft carpeted floor, a fluffy big bed in the middle of the room and a big window that had a beautiful view of the garden. You had a magical shackle on your leg that disabled your powers and limit your reach. Only being able to barely touch the glass window. Your provocative clothing switched with flowy pastel nightgowns and fluffy bunny slippers.

You hated it, you felt like a fool, a joke. When Ghost finally entered your prison, he didn't have any armor on. Wearing a simple black long sleeve shirt and brown pants. His simple outfit made his muscles and veins more visible, almost making you forget your anger for the man.

You snap out of your trance, you scream at him, yelling profanities, demanding for your freedom and throwing pillows at his face.

Next thing you know, he angrily pushed your face down on the soft mattress, ass up in the air and his thick cock stretching your pussy as he drills you into the bed.

He smacks your ass, pulling your head back by your hair and he grunted to your ear. "Get used to this you cheeky little slut, this is your new life now. " He grunts, his balls slapping at your ass as he thrusted angrily into you.

Saliva dripped out of your mouth, eyes rolling back to your head. He made you feel so amazing your brain turned to mush, unable to fight him. You could only moan from the pleasure and pain, claw the sheets and cum on his cock as he fucks you with intensity and never ending energy.